đ¤ call him up, "come into my bedroom" ended up, we fuck on the hotel floor
gabe / gabriel ××ר××× or goob . he/ĂŠl 2006 eng/esp . pasifika jew : ci/nz mÄori, mÄ'ohi, kÄnaka maoli, tonga, ×֡׊×Öź× ×
estoy estudiando polĂtica, historia y espaĂąol en uni. entiendo mucho de psicologĂa tambiĂŠn. soy izquierdista, pro đľđ¸, anticolonialista. ×××ק×××
i am into fandom shit and write fanfic, but most online fandoms are just too drama heavy opposed to actual fun stuff. all my work is still available on tumblr and any new stuff will be on ao3. i'll still post abt things i like, but idc for being like a part of the fandoms.
my blog will mention mental illness and topics associated. i don't see myself posting anything triggering, but if so it will have appropriate tags. i am a (semi) recovering drug addict so drugs will be mentioned. i have bipolar w psychosis (medicated), ocd, ptsd, cluster b pds, and ocpd traits.
Look, I will be the very first to admit that as a very old and geographically dispersed people, thereâs a lot of variance in how Jews approach our religion and culture. The old joke about two Jews having three opinions is not that far off the mark.
However, there is one thing that is basically universal among Jews: circumcision of male infants at birth. The brit milah is a fundamental expression of Jewish identity. It is literally part of our origin story as a people. (See Genesis 17:10â14.)
If you are writing Pitt fanfiction or making Pitt fan art featuring a Dr. Robby who is uncircumcised, please understand that you are erasing his one of the most basic signs of his Jewishness.
Itâs also something that is extremely unlikely based on what weâve seen on the show.
If Robby had an upbringing that was Jewish enough that he said the Shema every day (and learned to cover his eyes during the prayer, as is traditional) as a boy, then itâs all but certain that at least one of his parents had a solidly Jewish upbringing. The probability that he would not have had a brit milah as a newborn is virtually zero.
So, if you choose to portray an uncircumcised Robby, please understand the implications of that choice.
iâm literally not kidding when i say i sent lou a cameo message A WEEK AGO asking about his glasses and sunglasses collection and coyly asked if he would post a picture of him in them. HE DIDNT EVEN READ IT BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ??!
thinking enji telling you to quit smoking bc it's bad for you, but still lighting your cigarette for you cuando tu quieres fumar porque le encanta a ti
summary: touya burns himself trying to prove himself again and enji freaks out, trying to be a real dad for once
tags: CW hurt comfort, angst with fluff, father-son bonding, canon typical abuse mention (nothing explicit), young touya getting burnt, enji trying to be a better dad, mentions of the whole family but fic is mainly just touya and enji
word count: 1.5k
a/n: okay me when i lie big time about not posting on here anymore. i think i just needed to unburden myself. anyways its my dad's birthday and im projecting onto enji and touya with a kinda fix-it fic bc their story hurts me sm. my bf got me back into anime this is his fault,, my first ever anime fic wow
"look, dad!" touya runs into the house, flames burning so hot they flicker into blue across his arms and chest.Â
enji grumbles, but quickly his frown turns to fear as he turns to face his son. he jumps from where he's sitting, seeing the pain touya is failing to hide behind a wide smile.Â
"touya!" enji yells, grabbing his son tight by the sides, "stop that! you're burning yourself!" he can see touya's skin pulling tight and bubbling under the flames and it's sending his heart racing.
"but-"
"no, buts," enji growls, shaking touya, "put it out now!" the pain and his dad yelling at him forces touya to stop. the flames die and touya starts to cry, breath hitching as his dad tries to assess the damage. before he can choke out how sorry he is, how he just wanted to make his dad proud, enji is lifting him up and heading to the bathroom.Â
touya starts to babble out apologies as enji carries him, but they don't reach enji's ears. dead silent, he places touya down and grabs out a towel, laying it out on the tiles before grabbing three small towels. he turns on the tap for the sink, turning it to warm til it's cool, but not too cold, and dunks the small towels under the water, soaking them. he turns the tap off and snaps his fingers at touya, pointing to the towel.Â
"lay down, now," he's no longer yelling, but his voice is firm. touya doesn't think, just laying down, still crying from the stinging pain of the burns. enji quickly places the towels over touya's chest and arms where the burns are and then slumps on the side of the bath, letting out a deep sigh.Â
he closes his eyes and rubs his face before looking down at touya who's simply sniffling now, the wet towels easing his burns.Â
"i know why you've been doing this," this is the closest todoroki enji has gotten to an admission of wrongdoing; he knows touya's burns are his fault, but he refuses to admit that, even to himself. "but you need to stop. you're hurting yourself, touya. i know you think you need to keep pushing yourself but you don't." enji's narrow eyes soften for once. "if you really want to keep training, we need to find a way to do it without you getting hurt every time." he shifts from the bath, kneeling down next touya, brushing his hair back. "but we do it together. no more training by yourself. you do it with me, son." although enji's words and his tone were staunch, demanding, his eyes were pleading with his son not to keep hurting himself. he can't bare to think of what his life would be like his first son died in his own flames.Â
touya sniffles, the lingering pain from the burns reminding him that his dad is right, whether he wants to believe it or not. he nods. âokay, dad.âÂ
âi mean it,â enji tilts his head, âonly practice with me and when i say itâs too much we stop, got it?â touya winces, trying to sit up, meeting his dadâs hand which gently pushes him back down. âplease, touya.âÂ
touya freezes, shocked by his dadâs words. he rarely uses niceties so his words weigh heavy on his young heart. âi promise, dad. i wonât train without you and iâll listenâ i swear.â enji lets out a sigh and ruffles touyaâs hair.Â
âgood,â he nods, âdonât move for another 15 minutes. we gotta make sure those burns donât scar too bad.â touya rolls his eyes.
âbut theyâll look cool,â touya kicks his feet.
âno, they wonât,â enji frowns. touya grumbles, but stays still, barring his regular fidgeting, till his dad takes the towels off. he pats touya down with a dry towel and grabs bandages from under the sink.Â
âstay still for me,â enji wraps touya up gently in bandages, clenching his jaw as he covers the budding scars on his sonâs body. after he wraps the dry towel around touya, trying to make sure the wet towels didnât cool him down too much. enji scoops touya up, his sonâs soft chuckle soothing his fear.Â
placing touya down on his bed, enji grabs his son a soft shirt and helps him tug it over his head. he pauses before cupping touyaâs face, leaning down to get as close to eye-level as his large stature allows. touya freezes, finding his dadâs comfort strange and unusual.
âdonât ever scare me like that again,â enji whispers, his voice rough as he tries to remain his composure, âi canât lose you, son. donât make me bury you. i donât think iâll survive that.â touya feels a small ache inside him at the thought of his own death, how his family would react, how his dad would react.Â
âokay, dad,â he leans forwards and hugs his dad tight, âi promise.â enji wraps his arms around touya, tighter than he should, than he ever has. he holds touyaâs head gently as they hug, needing to be reminded that his son is still here and still alive. he canât trust the promise of a young boy whose mind is still so malleable, but he wants to badly.Â
âi love you,â he mumbles, barely audible, but the magnitude of the statement is not lost on either of them. itâs not something enji says.Â
âi love you too, dad,â touya smiles, unsure of how to feel about this new side of his dad, but comforted by his words and actions. he loves his dad and to know his dad loves him too, in his own way, means more to him than any praise or accomplishment. talents, skills, even the greatest heroes eventually lose their original charm, they get worn down by age. but love lasts through every pain, break, and long year.
despite enjiâs behaviour, the hurt heâs caused, he loves his son. holding touya in his arms, the fear he just felt for him, and hearing his son reciprocate his love in spite of everything, reminds enji of what the actual point of fatherhood is. itâs about small moments like these where nothing matters than being the one thing thatâs there for your kid when they need someone to hold them tight. itâs not why he became a dad, but it is the reason he's gonna remind himself of every day until it becomes second nature. touya needs him, fuyumi, natsuo, shotou, and rei, all need him to be better than he is right now.Â
âi promise iâll do better at showing it, touya,â enji presses a kiss to touyaâs hair, relaxing his arms and letting his son move if he wants to. but he stays, tucked up against his dad, still hugging him. touya still feeling comfortable enough to hold him close makes enjiâs eyes sting.Â
âi know, dad,â touya pulls back and places a kiss on his dadâs forehead, âi know you just want me to be the best, just like you.â enji winces, shaking his head.Â
âi want you to be the best you, you can be,â he sighs, âbut not at the price of life, okay?â he gently pats over where the bandages are on touyaâs chest. âi donât ever want you to hurt yourself for me or anyone else, you hear me? you being alive and well is more important than all of that other stuff. iâm sorry i didnât realise that until now.â touya doesnât fully understand the weight of his dadâs words, but he can feel it. he nods, placing his hands on his dadâs shoulder.Â
âpromise i wonât hurt myself,â he smiles, trying to cheer his dad up. enji gives him a half-hearted smile.
âthank you, kiddo,â he pats touyaâs cheek, using a nickname heâs heard other dadâs use with their son. it feels strange in his mouth, but he sees touya light up and the awkwardness is all worth it. touya bounces in spot, patting his dadâs shoulders.Â
âyouâre welcome, daddy,â he beams, âam i okay to go play now?â enji rolls his eyes, but smiles a little.Â
âyeah, go on. just make sure you donât aggravate your woundsâ and no using your quirk,â he gives touya a stern look.Â
âyeah, i promise, dad,â touya smiles before running outside to go play with his siblings. enji sighs, getting up to go and sit next to rei outside to watch over the kids. he rests next to rei, trying to relax from his usual stiffness. he places a hand gently on reiâs, feeling his stomach drop when she flinches. he knows thatâs his own fault. before he can pull away, rei intertwines their fingers. like touyaâs hug, this a chance, an opportunity given to him by his family to do better. he canât continue to hurt them if he wants them to keep giving him these chances, to keep giving him their love.
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