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coldvampire · 11 months

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28-33 and 39 for Kyoraku/OC/Ukitake 👀

targeting me early with this one i see

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Okay so if I had to order from best to worst–

Kyouraku is surprisingly good–when he actually does decide to cook. Doesn't happen super often, but he' s comfortable in the kitchen. It's always a drawn-out affair, definitely the type of person who buys Two bottles of wine when the recipe calls for it because one will inevitably disappear during the process. Unfortunately his need to do The Most is what makes this a once-per-month event.

Ukitake is like. Normal-decent in the kitchen. He can put a meal together, usually something on the lighter side. His food is Fine? Like some dishes he knocks out of the park, the rest are pretty average. He cooks more that Kyouraku does, but it's more like 'ah, you're here around dinner time, time to make enough for extra people' vibes. The one thing that keeps him out of the kitchen more than anything would be the days he's not really feeling well enough for it. He's notorious for using a knife once and putting it in the sink before he's done cutting things. Ukitake 'Seven Knives' Jushiro.

Hisae comes in last place. She's extremely confident with breakfast food. Girl can fry an egg like no one's business. In Any Other Setting? Yeah nah. Her problem is less 'bad at cooking' and more like 'gets sidetracked and burns everything to an unholy crisp.' Breakfast foods tend to be made pretty fast so that's how she gets away with it. She's definitely buried a scorched pot or three in her time. Her partners are very sweet and will still offer to try her food even if it turns out poorly, but this is largely because they know she will never actually allow them to do it. She's got potential, but we'll literally never see it. Ironically, she's actually the one who cooks the most, even if it's a rotation of about five dishes.

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

They do all still technically live separately, but there's usually some type of a sleepover happening. Extra tooth brushes all around, etc. But once the menial tasks are done, there tends to be a lot of sitting around & just quietly talking about everything & nothing.

If the weather's good, they like to take it outside and lounge on the porch. Sometimes it's decompressing from a stressful day. Airing of grievances in a safe setting. As nice as he is, I'm sure even Ukitake has encounters during the day that he privately finds grating. Kyouraku is much the same, but he's actually a bit more prone to glossing over these things & has to have it sort of coaxed out of him. Hisae is the most encouraging of these sharing sessions, having less patience for most things ever since she came back from her century-long stint of being missing in Hueco Mundo.

On that note, she's also retained some bad sleeping habits from it. It gets better over time, but she's fought restlessness and alertness that borders on paranoia. As a result, she hasn't really been able to get any real sleep if she tries to do it alone. She sleeps like, and wakes up in a panic at the slightest sounds, wild-eyed and full of adrenaline. She doesn't like how out of it she feels on sleep aids either, since they somehow paradoxically make things worse. What will help is having someone nearby to remind her of where she is and that she's not alone.

Ukitake will sometimes find himself needing more space on the bed due to his illness (occasionally this means an entirely separate mattress), but he's pretty on-it when it comes to sensing her wakefulness. He's a light sleeper himself most of the time, and even if she doesn't intend for it, her suddenly sitting bolt-right up in bed will wake him up. It's fine; the delightful part about carrying your own set of sleeping issues is understanding that it's not something that can be helped. If he's up to it, they'll sometimes take a few minutes to step outside together, maybe making some tea (Kyouraku may or may not join them–he actually gets to sleep properly, lucky bastard). If nothing else, he at least verbally grounds her and reminds her of where she is. Ironically, if he slips into a coughing fit, that snaps her out of the haze almost instantly.

Kyouraku and Hisae don't really play heavy caretaker roles here, since I genuinely don't see him wanting that. There's a difference between asking one of them to grab a towel to help clean up the blood and expecting things that start to cross over into 'things that would be better left to the Fourth Division' territory. He's been doing this for most of his life, and while it's a part of that life, it's not something he wants taking over his relationships in that way.

Physical contact/physical assurance tends to default to Kyouraku. He's a pretty touchy person, and if he had it his way, he'd love to pass out in a tangle of limbs every night. Sometimes this happens, and it's fantastic. Other times, someone is busy, or isn't in the mood to share a bed, so there's a body or two missing from his space. When it comes to Hisae specifically, he's probably fallen asleep as the default big spoon and will catch her stirring before she's even fully sitting up. Again, just grounding her with a hand on her back and some words of reminder or promising that there are other people in the room who will keep an eye on things, it all helps. This man has no trouble falling back asleep, so whether it's trauma from one side of the bed or illness from the other, he's back out within a few minutes after the disruption has passed.

Of course, this is assuming he's already been able to fall asleep that night. He suffers from occasional bouts of insomnia driven by a surprising amount of anxiety for someone who seems otherwise unbothered. Naturally, this isn't something he can hide any more from either Ukitake or Hisae. They've known him since they were students together; his tells are memorized, even if they're almost undetectable to anyone else. He would definitely rather pretend he isn't dealing with his own shit, especially with both his partners having more apparent issues. Unfortunately, he's wound up sharing his bed with two of the most annoyingly perceptive people in Soul Society. They'll team up to either distract him to sleep if there's truly going to be no chance of talking, or they'll hit him with a sort of 'good cop bad cop' routine until he decides to lay the fuck down with them. It's easier to address what might be weighing on his mind in the dark.

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Hisae is a physical touch person before all else. Casually touchy (unless she clocks that it isn't wanted), she's an unconscious cuddler. She's got something like 100+ years of touch-starvation to get caught up on, so even if it's a quick, subtle touch like the brushing of a hand in public, she eats it up. Ironically, she's not as relaxed about the idea of PDA. It's not like she's embarrassed by her relationship in the slightest, and it's definitely not a hangup she has about decorum either. I think she just genuinely feels like some people are too nosey for their own good, and that her affection isn't for them.

Ukitake falls the quality time category. They don't really have to be doing anything special, he just likes to be around his people. He's known them both so long, there's zero expectation to put up any kind of front or force cheerfulness on days he isn't feeling it as much. There's also something to be said for the combined presence of Kyouraku and Hisae creating a weird deterrent for anyone who might feel like surprising him in his office. Neither of them have done anything to cause this, mind you; it just sort of became this unspoken rule.

Kyouraku I think straddles the line between words & touch. He's good with words, absolutely. He's unashamed and it comes naturally to him. But it's also easy to miss the way he keeps most people in his life at arm's length and keeps a small bubble of personal space around all but a very small handful of people. Strikes me as the type of person who doesn't realize that he's become tense from a lack of physical contact until he gets it again and then it's like 'ah, so that was a problem, wasn't it?'

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Kind of yes? They like to hang around each other like vultures; it's not unusual to see one or two of them heading to a different division during their lunch break. Despite appearances, though, they're all usually pretty busy (two captains plus whatever spec-ops thing she's working on at the moment, it adds up). Genuine dates don't happen all that often, it's usually more just sharing mealtimes and evenings together.

Of course, there's always the option of going out for meals. Hisae tends to prefer this only if they're going to a place that offers private booths. Not unlike actual celebrities, it's not uncommon for people to simply walk up to the table and strike up a conversation without catching the 'polite dismissal' energy radiating off of it. She might feel differently about this if the people approaching her specifically didn't only seem to want to ask about her horrific experiences as an Arrancar vivisection subject or her time lose in the desert. Sometimes she's the one who shuts these down, but usually she'll allow either Ukitake or Kyouraku to handle it to avoid snapping & causing a scene.

They're all collectively fans of festival attendance. An excuse to dress up and spend an evening milling about, enjoying performances and activities? Excellent idea, and usually something that they're all expected to take time off for anyway. Arranging things like trips to the world of the living were all three of them are able to go at once can be a bit tricky thanks to scheduling, but it's happened before too. Actually, scheduling is probably the biggest downside of dating two people at once who are also captain-class shinigami; someone is always needed for something, and if it's not that, there's usually some crisis that needs attending to.

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Yes, yes, and yes.

Hisae's tolerance isn't as good as it used to be thanks to an involuntary century long detox and that places her last on the list, but overall, no one is terrible with drinking. Kyouraku tends to be the most functional for the longest. He plays GPS when they're been out and need to make it home, because he'll get there reliably. Perhaps not at any pace considered efficient, but he'll find his way.

We've all seen how he gets after a few drinks, and that doesn't really change up at all. Generally not a good idea to have more than a couple if he's already feeling morose, though. His ability to hide it gets sloppier, and he just gets uncharacteristically quiet. Ukitake usually becomes more relaxed, a little bit more forward and honest. Possibly accidentally a little too honest, but he's good-natured enough that this has somehow never caused any problems. Hisae tends to go up a bit in volume, and everything is funnier than it should be. She does get more sensitive to people's emotions, though, and sort of exists at that heightened state for at least a couple hours. She won't tear up because she's sad, but she will if someone else does. Just let her ride it out; she'll be fine. If she's really feeling it though, she'll probably try to velcro herself to one of her partners. Grounding and distracting, it's a win-win.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Well, we all know Kyouraku cannot open his mouth without sounding like he's flirting, so there's that. It's corny to the point it loops back around to being smooth. Of course, that's the less serious version of the act. He's deviously catalogued everything that gets under their skin and drives them up the wall with anticipation. He'll pull something like that during the day, either promising to act on itself later on, or he's angling for a punishment himself. He can't help himself, really, not when he's faced with the two most gorgeous creatures in Soul Society. If anything, it's their fault he's so distracted all the time, and shouldn't they take pity on him do something about that, wink wink? He's heavy on the compliments all the time, but there's this shift in his eyes when he actually means it.

Ukitake will absolutely also weaponize his charm, but he's not as overt about it. We've all seen the way his smile will send people blushing and stammering, and he'll play ignorant about his effect on people. His favourite game to play is to slip something into casual conversation, a low-toned suggestive remark paired with a quick appreciative leer that no one else would have noticed. He'll drop in on them at work, acting like he needs to look over their shoulder at the paperwork on their desk only to whisper something in their ear on his way down. He likes to wind them up in situations where absolutely nothing can be done about it. He'd rather be the one orchestrating a situation and setting the scene.

Hisae also likes the subtleties, but unlike Ukitake who keeps things suggestive just to let their imaginations run wild, she'll just sit there and state exactly what she's thinking. They're not getting just the idea of a fantasy whispered in their ear, she's describing exactly how and when she wants to test the fortitude of the office furniture. She also stays pretty touchy, which is funny when you remember the general aversion to PDA. She'll fix a stray hair, or adjust a collar so there's an excuse for her to touch their neck, things like that. It's all extremely deliberate, you really don't have to guess at what she's wanting here. She's also fond of putting herself in deliberately provocative positions while doing unrelated tasks. She knows her body well, and knows damn well she doesn't need to bend over like that to pick up a box from the bottom shelf.

If you're sensing a theme here, it's important that you understand that in spite of everything, these three are extremely romantically horny for each other. Flirting is typically done with intent.

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

Funny enough, it's not a word that actually gets spoken too often. There's a lot of unspoken communication that happens with these three, the kind that would only occur after several centuries of being with each other. Acts of service isn't explicitly anyone's love language, because that's just how they function at this point.

The first time it was admitted was actually the night they decided to try getting together. It was before anyone had been promoted significantly, not long after they'd left the academy. Hisae was the one to suggest it over drinks at someone's home, saying something to the effect of having overheard some people speculating on the improper nature of their friendship, but even if they were correct, would it actually be so bad? After all, she loved them both, could see herself loving them both even more, would it be the worst thing in the world to maybe try it & see what happens? This was followed by some laughter and–surprisingly–an easy agreement and acknowledgement of affection all around. They'd try it, see how things went, and yes, they did in fact end up having sex on the porch that night (thank god she decided to date two men from nobility who had access to the sort of yards where you could get away with that sort of thing). And that's just been how they've gone on ever since.

& finally, as a bonus, here's the woman of the hour herself:

#oc tag #hisae ishii

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lalalasocks · 4 years

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🎵were going on a trip with our mental health in shit stuck home at nineteen it’s quarantine🎵

#i bet no one wanted to know that #help im going insane #honestly mostly because of my chronic illness and not because of thenquarantine #but its definetly not helping mostly bwcause people are freaking out and hoarding stuff that they dont really need but i do to survuve #i just want to eat food without soy or dairy that i can make wasily because i cant stand up for very long okay #stop buying all the chicken nuggets and eggs jeez #i am currantky laying in a pile of clothes that i should be folding and putting sway #but im also in pain and tired so im not going to do that #i miss having physical contact with people i need a hug olease #why does my back hurt so fucking much can anyone explain #im scrolling on tiktok because i dont even have the energy to pick something to watch #im also constantly overthinkjng everything but thats nothing new #i really need a therapy appt but im anxious to try to set up one on a video call #ahhhhhhh help me please #literally the only thing keeping me going rn is my plans for my animals and future animals #im so miserable day to day honestly well i mean like usually every day i have at least one good moment #i think i just need to go to bed #maybe talk to some of my friends #im going so insane and im not even complwtely sure why

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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week, from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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komaeda-writings · 3 years

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Hajime, Nagito, and Fuyuhiko tasting their S/O’s cooking for the first time

Requested by: Anon!

TWs: food

Hajime

It was Hajime’s birthday tomorrow, but you weren’t able to buy a birthday present for him. It was a good thing that Hajime was spending time with his family this New Year’s so that you can prepare some gifts for him. You decided to call some of his closest friends but... they weren’t much help. And so, throughout the whole day, you brainstormed.

And by brainstorming, I mean texting some of your friends for some ideas. “Why dont u cook 4 him?” Teruteru texted, “I’m sure u know that a way 2 a man’s heart is thru his stomach ;)” “pls ik that’s not how the saying goes... i think, but thanks! It was a nice idea, maybe ill do it hsbhbshb” you texted back. It is indeed a good idea, so you decided to buy some ingredients.

It has been a while since you actually cooked something and you were hella nervous as you thought Hajime won’t like it. You invited him for dinner on the night of his birthday, saying you have a surprise for him.

“Ahh, I don’t know, Teru... He might not like it...” You whined on the phone. Teruteru helped you in making Hajime’s favorite dish. “Nah, I’m sure he’ll like it, darling! Might not be as good as mine though,” “Shut up,” You both talked about stuff through the phone until you heard a knock on the door. “Oh shit he’s here! Uhm! I’ll talk to you later, Teru!” “Good luck, darling!”

You opened the door to find Hajime, dressed a little too much for a simple dinner. “So... Where we heading today, (S/O)?” He asked, adjusting his tie a bit. He then looked at you, confused as to why aren’t you dressed up yet. “Uhm! Uh- Come with me for a bit...” You led him to your backyard, where you set up a romantic dinner for the both of you. You both sat down, him still being a bit confused.

“(S/O)-“ “Shhh... Eat the food first...” He looked at you strangely before following your command. You were so busy preparing for the worst that you didn’t notice how Hajime’s eyes lit up. “S/O-“ “I know, I know... Sorry... It’s been a while since I last cooked and... I wasn’t able to buy you a gift for your birthday! And so I asked my fri-“ “Are you kidding me? This is amazing! Why did you wait this long to cook for me” “I’m sorry okay? I just did what the recipe- wait, what did you say?” Hajime just chuckled at your reaction, “I said, I love your cooking, (S/O),”

You were flustered. You definitely didn’t expect Hajime to like your cooking! You were also incredibly happy for that though. And for the rest of the night, you just talked about stuff while eating what you cooked.

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Nagito

You woke up next to your boyfriend that you love so dearly. ‘Huh’, you thought, “This is the first time I’m awake earlier than Nagito!’ You giggled silently as to not wake up the sleeping boy next to you. Throughout the whole year of living in Nagito’s mansion, you never actually cooked as Nagito said “I don’t want my precious hope to get tired!”. There are rare times where he cooked for the both of you, though. Times where his luck didn’t act up.

And so, you decided you were gonna cook for the both of you! Walking to the kitchen, you thought of what to cook. Of what you can cook. Pancakes? Bacon and Eggs? Huh, why not all? You chuckled, humming a tune of a song while you took out the ingredients.

An hour or so later, Nagito woke up, a few minutes after you finished cooking. He was a bit... disappointed when he woke up, thinking you had left him once and for all. Although, once he saw you sitting on the dining area with a variety of food on the table, he was relieved... and surprised.

“(S/O)?” He walked towards you, reaching out to hug you. “Oh, good morning, Nagito!” You chirped, hugging him back. “Ah, I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to hug tra-“ “Shush!” You cut him off, hugging him tighter then releasing him from the hug after a minute, “Now, eat up! I made this for us!”

Nagito took a bite out of the pancake you cooked, eyes shining once his tongue got a taste of what you cooked. “(S/O), this is amazing! As expected from my hope!” He smiled at you, in which you smiled back. You love making Nagito happy! “May I have some more?” “Of course, hun!”.

And that’s how you spend the rest of the morning with him, feeding each other and maybe a few food fights here and there.

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Fuyuhiko

It was summer afternoon and you were bored out of your mind. You eventually got tired of mindlessly scrolling through your phone so you decided to have some fun and pester you boyfriend, because mad Fuyu is cute Fuyu! You started with little pokes followed by booping his face, trying to get a reaction out of your boyfriend

“Stop S/O!! I’m working! Go cook some food or something!” He swatted your hand away, stopping you from booping his nose. You pouted but then decided to cook up something. You made some french fries, just for fun, because your boyfriend won’t give attention to you smh. Continuing where you left off, you decided to poke Fuyuhiko’s mouth with the fries you just made, giggling while you’re at it.

He was about to speak when you accidentally shoved a fry (fries? Fry?) in his mouth, which prompted him to chew. “I-“ “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Fuyu!” You couldn’t help but laugh at what happened.

“(S/O)!” He grunted, the annoyed look on his face soon turned into a somewhat relaxed one. “You made these fries?” He asked, taking another bite. “Uh, yeah. I was bored and you told me to cook so there’s that...” “It actually tastes decent” You rolled your eyes as he took another bite. “Yeah, decent.” You sarcastically said, smirking at him, “You know you love it,” “What? No!”

Yeah, he loves it but there’s a low chance he’d actually admit it smh.

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Hard To Love | Nathan Bateman | Ex Machina

Summary: You’re Nathan’s personal assistant. He’s an insufferable bastard. Both of you have unchecked tension and feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? [swearing] [sexual themes/situations] [arguments] [exhibitonism - implied] [pining] [Dominant!Nathan] [Nickname use - pet name/non derogatory] [Nathan being Nathan] [nsfw - kissing, lap sitting/grinding, heavily implied masturbation!f reader] [F!reader/Nathan]

Word Count: 7k

|Masterlist In Bio|

Nathan is...well... Nathan. Insufferable, workaholic, egotistical. He is a lot to handle and doing so isn't always easy. You had a lot of breakdowns, screaming matches, some nearly coming to blows. But you didn't give up and you learned to work around him, and coax him out of moods, serve him back the same dry humor and disinterest. After finding out he had gone through four assistants, two that never made it past their first week, you knew you couldn't give up on him. There was a diamond in the rough and you were going to find it because despite all of the hard times, you care for him. He's a fucking bastard, but he's your fucking bastard.

"It's been six months." Nathan says over breakfast one morning.

You look back from where you're cleaning up the pans you used to make his vegetable omelet with soy egg substitute. His favorite. You had taken over cooking from Kyoko three months ago when she began to malfunction. You're not sure what happened, or if maybe Nathan staged the malfunction to give you more to do. You suspect the latter.

"Six months? Really?"

"Don't act like you don't count the days."

"I don't actually." You set your plate of food on the table and he reaches for one of your toasts. He has his own, well, had. He ate it already but he has egg left so he wants more toast. "I stopped months ago."

He chuckles softly. "I still don't know why you won't quit."

"Why do you want me to?"

"I don't."

"Then why do you bring it up?" You raise your eyebrows and he shoots you a look over his vitamin water. "Cat got your tongue?"

Nathan folds his hands, elbows on the table as he shakes his head. "Most people in your position, having dealt with what you have dealt with, would be itching to get as far away as possible. Surely you must be mentally unstable to stay with me, gaining some sick pleasure from our fights and shit. I almost feel bad."

He almost feels bad, as if he were to blame for nothing. Typical. "And if I am fucked up? Gonna fire me?"

"Fuck no."

You smile over your coffee. Decaf. He won't have regular in the house after he nearly went into cardiac arrest from an over abundance of caffeine. He did it to himself. Slugging back redbulls with his vodka after drinking his pre-work out mix that had far more than he needed in it. He may be a technical genius but he can be such a fucking moron.

"You like me." You tease, rubbing your barefoot on his leg under the table. "You would miss me if I left."

He snorts indignantly but does not deny your observations.

"How was the food?"

"Perfect." He sits back, foot bumping yours now, running up the side. "Don't know how you do it."

"Perfect? Wow. High praise from you." You swat his foot away with yours and he starts trying to pin it down by stepping on it. "Better than Kyoko's?"

Nathan hums. "I programmed her with cooking skills from top chefs across the internet. Technically she should be the greatest chef on the planet. So the fact that you can make me food that is better floors me."

You hook your ankle around his and he lets out a little grunt. "Cooking is an act of love. Yes you can program an AI to make things perfectly but technical skill doesn't equate to preferred taste. Come on, Nathan, you're smarter than this."

"Questioning my intelligence now?"

"Every day." You jerk your leg back as he lifts his other foot to trap it. "Cheat! You cheater! One foot only!"

Nathan lets out a boisterous laugh, head falling back, hand over his chest. "You get so worked up over that!"

You roll your eyes and stab your eggs viciously. "Fuck off Nathan."

"No need to get so mouthy."

"Mouthy." You scoff. "Rich coming from you."

He stands, catching your chin in his grasp. "I got you to break."

"You- oh God damn it." You jerk away, arm extending to shove him.

He chuckles proudly to himself. "I'll be in my lab. Find me if you need me."

"Gonna let me in today?"

"I might."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later."

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Nathan could have the AI clean the house, but then you would run out of things to do. Honestly your job could be done by any one of his creations, humanoid or not. You don't actually need to be there at all, and yet Nathan keeps you around. For a man who is hell bent on privacy and secrecy surrounding his work, you have no idea how he has let others in. He laughs when he says that he had the men who built the complex killed after the fact. Surely it's a joke. You think. Though you've never asked, never dared to investigate the truth in his words. It's best you don't know.

The house doesn't need cleaning that often. Just laundry, dishes, some sweeping and mopping should you or Nathan track in mud after a hike. Most chores take a few hours out of one day a week. Your title is assistant and yet you don't actually assist him. Not in his work anyway. You feel like your title should be maid or housekeeper. It's fine, you really don't care because he pays you so generously that you would do whatever he needs you to.

"Kitten!" Nathan's voice comes from the intercom system built in the house. "Come to the lab, kitten."

You scowl at the nickname. He dubbed you Kitten your second day at the complex because he thought your wandering around perplexed by the maze like design of the house was akin to a new kitten trying to find its way in the world. You suppose there could be worse names he could call you, and there are ones that have come out in screaming matches, but kitten has stuck.

"Lab. Now. Come on."

"Fuck." You groan, tossing aside your book you were getting very into.

"I heard that."

"Of course you did." You lift your badge and scan the door to your room to head out into the hall. One of the AI walks by and you think her name is Lily. She's beautiful. Unfortunately her programming has failed and she cannot speak. "Hi Lily."

Lily raises her hand in greeting.

If she is out then that must mean Nathan has been working on her. You turn away from the AI and walk down the hall to the junction that splits left to Nathan's room and right to another hall that goes to the lab and test rooms. The lab door is open, the light blue on the access pad.

Nathan spins around in his chair. "Kitten, you've made it."

"As if I could get lost."

"I have something to show you."

"Do you? I thought you didn't want me involved in your work."

Nathan gives you a hard look. "Do you want to fucking see it or not?"

"I don't even know what it is."

He grabs a small item off his desk and brings it to you. "This is it. My newest AI."

You take the small flash drive from him and turn it over in your hands. "This is a new program?"

"Yes. My best work yet. I'm going to build her this week."

"Exciting."

"Please show some enthusiasm for fucks sake." He snatches the device from your hand. "I'm kind enough to share this with you, you could at least say thank you."

"I never asked."

Nathan slaps the flash drive down on the desk and stares at you. He is not used to being served his own cold attitude and he never will be. Since you started going toe to toe with him, he has been on top of his game. It's like you engage his mind beyond his massive ego. "You're insufferable."

"Likewise." You smile and he smiles back. The pissing match has ended. "I need to get groceries soon."

"You know what I like."

"Of course I do." You fold your arms over your chest and he averts his eyes for a moment. You know he's staring at your breasts, pushed up in the tank top you had chosen to wear while deep cleaning your bathroom earlier. "But what do you want?"

"Loaded question, kitten."

"Going that route today?"

"Maybe." He saunters towards you and catches your hair between his fingers. "I want... something sweet."

You raise your eyebrows. "You're craving sugar? Are you ill?"

He chuckles. "A little. Just in the head."

"Seriously."

"Yes I want something sweet. Get me some donuts." He puts his hands on his hips. "Get yourself something too."

"I always get myself stuff. Do you think I only buy your groceries?"

"It's my house, of course I think you buy my shit."

You reach out and touch his beard, fingertips gliding along his cheek. You don't miss the way his eyes flutter at your touch. "Do you need your beard oil? The conditioner stuff? Looks dry."

He grabs your hand and curls his fingers around yours. "Yes, I do. But don't touch it."

"Possessive today huh?" You smirk and he groans irritably deep in his throat. "You live for my touch."

"I live for you to leave me the fuck alone."

"Then fire me."

"No."

"Then suffer." You bring your other hand up and pat his opposite cheek. "Does physical affection bother you Nathan? Does touching another human bother you so mu-"

He backs you against the wall and pins your wrists. His face is only inches from yours, body pouring heat onto you. It sparks something deep inside and you feel heat pooling in between your legs. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He murmurs, grip tight on your skin.

"Don't you have some issues to work out?"

"Fuck you."

"You'd like to."

Nathan drops your wrists at that and retreats into the lab, the door closing and locking behind him. It drives him mad that you're not one of his AI that he can order around and do what he pleases with. You like to think that's why he keeps you around, to remind him that he's human and he needs someone that isn't an algorithm to keep him sane. Maybe he also let a little piece of you crave out a chunk of his icy cold heart.

You rub your wrists and look at the reddened skin. They might bruise. You straighten your clothes and head back to your room. You'll need to wear something more appropriate to the store. It's cold out these days.

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"Do you get lonely?" Nathan asks one evening over drinks in the lounge.

You put down your laptop and give him your attention. It's the first time he's spoken to you in two days since the wrist grabbing incident. "Lonely?"

"Yeah. Do you miss relationships? Hook ups?"

"Not really. I was never super social to begin with."

"Right."

"Why?"

"Just curious." He takes a long drink, emptying his tumbler. "Why do you think I want to fuck you?"

You feel your cheeks redden. The way he is staring at you makes your arousal rear its ugly head. Staring shouldn't turn you on. He hasn't done anything. "I think you're desperate."

"Desperate?"

"Yeah. You decommissioned Kyoko months ago, Lily doesn't have a vagina and yes I know this because you told me in a drunken stupor ages ago. So you haven't fucked anything or anyone in months."

"You think I need to fuck?"

You stand and walk over to him, knocking his knees open to stand between his legs. "Nathan, just fucking admit that you want me. That you keep me around because one day you'll grow a pair of balls and ask me to sleep with you."

His hands come up and grab your hips. He pulls you down and you straddle his lap, thin pajama pants hardly acting as a barrier between you and his cock in his gray sweats. "I keep you around because you piss me off." He grips your ass and you roll your hips against him. "You piss me off and make my blood boil like no one else."

"So you hate me?"

Nathan brings your head down to meet his. "I couldn't hate you if I tried."

"Then what are we doing?"

"We're having a moment." He grabs your hair and you snap at his nose with your teeth in response. "Behave."

You let out a moan as he begins kissing up your throat. "This was your plan all along."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"No."

"Then I'll make you." His hand closes around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you stop talking. "Why do you have to be so in my head? Why..." He kisses your shoulder, biting the junction between it and your neck. "Why did you have to show up?"

"You hired me." You whisper and he drops his hand from your throat in favor of sliding it up your shirt. "You selected me."

He rolls his hips up against you, biting down on your skin to elicit a yelp from you. "You're damn right I did."

You grind down against his cock and he grabs your hips to still them. You let out a soft whine from the lack of pleasure and he grips harder.

"Get up."

Your heart sinks, and you stare at him in confusion. "What?"

"Get up. We're not doing this." Nathan pushes you off of his lap and you stumble to your feet.

You straighten your clothes and walk around the coffee table to grab your laptop. You can't say you didn't expect this. It was a long shot to begin with and you initiated it so you knew he would shut it down. Still, it hurts. His rejection isn't disinterest, it's personal protection. He won't let anyone that close to his heart.

"Good night, Nathan." You mutter as you head for the doors to the inner workings of the complex.

"Night, Kitten."

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It is three days before you see Nathan again. Locking himself away isn't uncommon practice. It's a Thursday when you see him out on the deck with the punching bag. You happened to catch a glance when you were preparing breakfast as you had every day. He didn't eat with you, but you still made it for him and left it under the warmer. The plate was always gone when you came back, so at least you know he is eating.

You grab a few grapefruits from the basket on the counter and start juicing them. It'll be a nice surprise for him. You grab a cup from the cupboard and tilt the juicer to dump its contents for you. It looks good, smells tart but it is not your type of juice. Fitting for a man like Nathan. Bitter, tart and sort of hard to swallow. You rub a bit of the squeezed rinde around the top of the glass and grab the sugar dish to sprinkle some around the rim. A little sweet to lessen the bite, a representation of you in this metaphor.

"Kitten, good morning." Nathan says as you approach with his juice and a towel. "What's this?"

"Grapefruit."

He raises his eyebrows. "Fresh?"

"Yep." You hand him the glass and he inspects it suspiciously. "No poison. Promise."

A smile creeps it's way across his face as he gulps it down. He takes a moment at the end to lick the sugar clean from the rim, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time. It's far more sexual than you think it should be, and it was never your intent to get this response.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." You pass him the towel and take the glass.

Nathan scrubs the towel over his face and rests it around his neck. "I'm going for a hike later."

"Okay?"

"You're going with me." He turns back to the punching bag and starts his routine back up. "Be ready at nine."

You sigh. "Alright."

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Nathan's idea of a hike and your idea of a hike vary greatly. You view a hike as wandering around the forest along trails and seeing the beauty of nature before you. Leisurely pace, breaks, maybe a snack or two and some photos for the memories. Nathan however thinks hikes are treacherous climbs up cliffs and rock jumping across rivers and streams. He goes as quick as possible as if he's trying to get somewhere and he's going to be late. It's hardly relaxing.

"Come on, why are you so slow?" Nathan barks from atop a rock some several yards ahead of you.

You're panting, legs pushed to their limit from the half an hour long uphill climb you've just endured. You have no idea how he isn't even winded.

"Fuck off Nathan!" You huff, grabbing a scrubby looking tree for support as you haul yourself up over a broken chunk of the path. A game trail, not even a proper walking path.

He laughs, his voice echoing off the cliffs surrounding you. "You can do it, Kitten! Get that little ass up here!"

You finally reach him, your lungs threatening to explode. "First of all, this isn't a hike it's a rock climbing marathon." You hold a finger up to his face threateningly. "And second, my ass isn't little."

"Oh I know." He folds his arms over his chest.

"So you stare at my ass a lot then?"

"I'm a heterosexual man. Of course I'm going to look at your ass."

You roll your eyes. "Thanks for the objectification."

"You're welcome."

"Can we take a break here? My legs are killing me."

Nathan stretches his arms up and back. "This is why I brought you with me."

"Why?"

"So you can get some exercise. Your stamina is shit."

You glance to the drop off below then back at him. "You wanna keep insulting me?"

"Facts are not insults."

"I will push you off this cliff, Nathan."

He steps away from the edge and closer to you. He doesn't say anything about it. Doesn't apologize for the comments about your stamina and needing to work out more. He reaches for your face, plucking something off of your cheek. "Eyelash."

"Make a wish."

"Wishes are for children." He flicks his finger off to the side.

"I wish my boss would get his head out of his ass." You smirk triumphantly. "Is that a child's wish?"

Nathan flicks his eyes up and down your face, eyes settling on the bite bruise peaking out from under your sweatshirt collar. You had forgotten about it until this very moment, when you realize he hadn't seen it yet. "Is that mine?"

"Of course. Who else has been biting me out here in the middle of nowhere?" You reach up to touch it and he shoves your hand away to pull the fabric aside for himself.

"No one else can touch you."

Heat blossoms in your stomach at his jealousy tinged words. Possessive Nathan really does it for you. But he isn't your boyfriend. He is your boss. "I'm not yours Nathan."

His fingertips ghost over the nearly healed bruise. "Yes you are."

"I'm not."

"Then why don't you leave?"

You shove his hand off your shoulder and he gives you one of his famed deadly glares for doing something he doesn't like. "You don't want me. So I can't be yours."

"It's not that I don't want you, I can't have you." He turns and starts walking away, resuming the hike. How very like him. He says something stupidly cryptic that only makes sense to him. Whatever. You're not here for his affection and approval. You're here to be his assistant.

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"I'm out of alcohol." Nathan states plainly, looking into the cupboard that usually has a few bottles of his favorite liquors. "Where is my shit?"

You look over from the fridge and smirk to yourself. "I thought you were on a detox again."

"I'm done with it. Where..." He turns and looks at you. "You didn't buy anything."

"Nope. I was told not to."

"By who?"

"You."

He purses his lips and looks around as if thinking about when he would have ever said that to you. He looks perplexed and you feel so smug. "Since when do you ever listen to me?"

You laugh softly. This is your fault now? Following his orders and not buying alcohol? Really.

"You're my boss. I usually follow your orders."

Nathan kicks the cupboard closed lightly. "Stop that."

"Stop what? Following your instructions?"

"Stop fucking with my head." He leans on the counter and takes his glasses off to dig his palms into his eyes. "You're so fucking irritating."

"Sure am." You gather some utensils from the counter that you left to dry and begin to put them away. "I live to make you suffer."

Nathan pulls his hands from his eyes and stares at you, eyebrows furrowed. It's like you're a puzzle and he's trying to see the solution. "Sometimes I wonder."

"You're being a baby."

"Excuse me?"

You walk over and stand in front of him, hands on your hips, mimicking his pose when he explains things to you. He doesn't fail to notice this as his eyes sweep over you in assessment and he raises his head as if challenging you. "You're only saying I'm irritating and making you suffer because you can't drink. It's been what? A week?"

"Eight days."

"A week. I'm sure you can make it another two weeks."

"You're fucking joking."

"Nope. I'm not going into town for groceries again until absolutely necessary. It's a three hour flight there and then back, remember?"

Nathan clenches the edge of the counter top with white knuckles.

"Get as pissed as you want." You lean in close and he nearly moves back. You know he won't back down from a challenge. "Maybe you'll have to face your demons sober. Maybe you'll figure your shit out."

"I didn't hire you to be my fucking therapist."

"Yet here I am."

Nathan pushes off the counter and grabs the bottle of water you set out for him before he goes off to lock himself in his lab for God knows how long. Ever since you came on to him he seems to be jumpy around you. You don't know why he won't just admit that he likes you, that he wants you. He is going to get blue balls sooner or later. Well, maybe not because he can jack off but actual sex isn't the same and you know he has a sex drive through the roof. You used to hear it at all hours of the morning before he deactivated Kyoko. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get off on it a few times.

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Days and days pass without a word from Nathan. Ten is now the most you've ever gone and after five you start to wonder if he is even in the house. Maybe he went for a walk and fell in the river. Maybe he pissed off his AI again and it finally strangled him. You would have no idea because the place is so huge and quiet for the most part. Aside from living quarters the complex is soundproofed. One would think Nathan's room beside yours would be for privacy but it's not. The freak. He wants people to hear him.

At the twelfth day mark you actually begin to worry. A twenty day sober Nathan may be a new kind of animal and you're not sure if you truly want to interact. Distance makes the heart grow fond though and while he is insufferable you do care for him and wish to see his stupid smug face. It's a risk but one you need to take.

The light on the lab door is red. Locked. You raise your key card and it buzzes, remaining red. He's denied your access to the lab. Shocker. You press the com button on the wall but it doesn't connect. He's shut that off too.

You lean your head on the cool cement wall and sigh. One more day. You'll give it one more day. If he doesn't show his face you'll get the override key card that resides in the hidden box in the bathroom. You found it ages ago, by pure accident. You've never used it and he has no idea that you even know about it. But you'll do what you have to do.

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Morning of the next day you find yourself in bed, looking around the soft cream colored walls. An idea comes to mind. A dirty, dirty idea. You know Nathan has cameras in every room. He's too anal about protectng his work not to. Plus he has major trust issues.

You lean over the side of the bed and pull open the nightstand drawer. Inside is a small vibrator that you brought with you when you moved in. There's another box in there too. One that was there when you opened the drawer the first night. On the top it says "For your needs, because you're only human."

Of course you opened the box out of curiosity, Nathan had said everything in the room was for you so it wasn't snooping. In the box was a dildo, some lube and a little bullet vibrator. You had never used them, finding the gift too personal and odd. Complimentary soap? Normal. Complimentary extra blankets and pillows? Thoughtful. Complimentary sex toys? Insane. Until you got to know Nathan, you thought it was the weirdest thing ever. In fact, you forgot about the box after a while as you hadn't had the urge to get off until recently. Today however, you're going to make a show of it in hopes of getting his attention.

You dump the contents of the box on the bed and pick up the dildo, wrapping your fingers around it. It's life like, fleshy and soft but firm enough for it's intended use. It's bigger than you might usually prefer but nothing you can't handle with some extra time. And you've got nothing but time. You take a glance around the room, not seeing any obvious surveillance cameras. This may be for nothing.

You make quick work of your pajamas, toss aside the blankets and prop yourself against the headboard. You decide to keep your gaze fixed on the television, imagining it's where he is watching from. You close your eyes and let your hands start to wander, doing thier thing while your mind runs wild.

Time passes slowly as you work yourself over, adjusting to the dildo and working yourself into a heated frenzy. It would be easier if you had something to watch, some porn or something. You're not intent on making yourself come, but you will if it comes to that. You just want to put on a show to draw him out. That's what you're telling yourself anyway.

The power goes out, darkening the room and thrusting you into silence. The back up system announces its engagement and the emergency lights come up red. You sit up and lean your head back against the headboard. Great. You toss the toys aside and get up, pulling on your pajamas. You go to the door, punch in the code for manual override during power failure. Nathan is such a nerd. It's not a specific number but rather the theme to Star Wars.

The door clicks open and you go out into the hall. No one in sight, not that you really expected anyone. "Nathan!" You call out, heading for the lab door. Everything is eerie red and you don't like it. "Power is out!"

No response.

"Nathan James Bateman!" You sing song as you slide your card on the lab door. It buzzes. "I know you hear me you fuck!"

"Power restored. All systems active."

The hall turns white, back to the bright daylight simulated lighting. You lift your key card up in hopes that the system turned off his lock out coding for your card. Sure enough it turns blue and the door clicks open. Relief washes over you as you step into the darkened office where his computer is set up, notes on the wall, security feeds pulled up on two of the monitors. The door to the actual lab is open and you walk through into the bright area.

"Nate?" You call out, the nickname slipping out as your voice wavers a bit when you don't see him anywhere.

"Kitten?"

You spin around and see the man you seek emerge from a doorway. It's the server closet where the breaker box is. "Hey."

"How'd you get in here?"

"The power failure reset the lock codes."

"You can leave."

"Nathan, you haven't been out in almost two weeks. I'm starting to get worried. What are you eating? Are you sleeping?"

"I'm fine."

You give him a once over. Wrinkled clothes. Disheveled beard. Hair grown out longer than you remember, still buzzed but not so close. His skin is dull and lifeless. "You look like shit."

"What's new?"

"Oh come on. You're more vain than that. What are you doing in here anyway? Why the power failure?"

"Fuck off."

"What an original come back. I've been trying to get your attention for days. The fact that it took a power outage for me to get to you is sad." You walk up to him and touch his chest, there is a little bit of dried blood smeared on his shirt. A cut on his hand most likely. "Nathan, talk to me."

Nathan pushes away from you and goes to his design table where there are blueprints laid out for an AI.

"Nathan."

"Leave." There is no venom in his tone. If anything he sounds pleading.

You decide to make a bold move and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He stiffens, hands stilling on the table, pen falling from his fingers. "Please talk to me."

"Just go. I don't want to talk to you."

"Fine. Dinner is at six." You pause at the doorway to the office area. "Did you hear me?"

"Six."

"Good."

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Things fall back into a normal rhythm in the days following. You do your work and he does his. You eat together, go for walks, talk about his progress on the new AI. Everything seems to be back to it’s usual flow, how it always happened after big arguments or falling outs.

So while you’re sitting in the lab watching him work one day and he asks you about the dildo in the bedside table you're thrown for a loop. It’s far from his usual choice of topics and you had actually forgotten all about it. His mentioning of it brings back the memory of when you were laid out on your bed, literally masturbating to try and get his attention. Christ what a desperate move that was. Stupid.

"So have you opened it?"

"The dildo box? Yeah I've opened it." You try to remain casual as you discuss something so personal. You definitely aren’t thinking about how good it felt.

He smirks. "Used it?"

"No." A bold lie. He has no idea. He never saw you in your bedroom. At least you don't think he did. Why would he ask about it if he had? Why is he asking about it at all?

“You’re a shitty liar.” He turns around in his chair and faces you, pushing his glasses up off the end of his nose. “Did you like it?”

“I haven’t used it.”

“Do you want me to bring up the video? I will.” He stands and heads to the office. “Come on, come here.”

You slide off the table and walk behind him in your shame, cheeks hot. You knew you shouldn’t have lied. Of course he was testing you. It's Nathan for fucks sake. He gestures to his rolling chair and you take a seat while he leans over the desk and clicks around on files on the desktop. “Is this really necessary?”

“Yeah. It is.” He opens a play back window and you can see the view of your room. No surprise. You try to figure out where the hell this camera is based on the angle. It seems to be the top left corner above your closet but as far as you remember there is nothing there. “Oh, there you are.”

“Nathan.”

“No, no watch.” He points to the screen as you toss and turn on the bed. He speeds up the playback as you get into the drawer and get the box out. You deliberately clear the bed, undress, get back on the bed.

You roll your eyes, looking away from the screen and he places a hand on your head and turns it back to watch. “So? I’m masturbating. Whatever. You do it too. If I wasn’t supposed to use the damn thing why did you leave it for me?”

“Oh I don’t care that you used it.” He clicks a little audio icon beside the playback screen. “I just want to know why you lied about it.”

“I am embarrassed? I don't make a habit of talking about my-”

“Nathan.” Your voice plays back on the audio coming from the video playback and you wish you could sink into the floor and disappear. “Nathan, harder please!” Of course he has audio on the fucking cameras. Of fucking course he does because why not right? It’s his house, his research facility.

Nathan looks at you over his glasses. “You’re embarrassed about talking about masturbating or you’re embarrassed that you think of me when you do it and I found out? Actually don’t answer that because this looks deliberate.” He takes a seat on the desk, blocking the view of the monitors. “Now, are you going to lie to me again, or tell me what this is about?”

“I wanted to get your attention.”

“Well you got it honey.” He clicks a button on the keyboard and it stops the playback.

“I wanted your attention to get you out of the fucking lab. It had been almost two weeks since I had seen you and the only way I can reach you from outside is through the cameras. So I thought, maybe there is one in my room because you’re a fucking control freak. Low and behold I was right, but it didn’t work how I planned it to.” You fold your arms over your chest and he chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

“You.”

“Me? How is any of this funny?”

“What kind of person thinks that masturbating on camera is going to get someone’s attention? No, seriously, why wouldn’t you try flash signalling the cameras in the halls? Set up a cue card with a message? Who says I’m gonna fuck myself for my bosses attention?”

You take in a deep breath and clench your jaw. He’s right, kind of. You hate it but he is. In any other situation you never would have done this. So why did you? Why did your brain go straight to exhibitionism? Because it’s Nathan and you’ve got it bad for him and you wanted him to see you. He’s got your brain just as fucked up as he has his own.

“It was wrong, I’m sorry. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Nope.” He kicks his legs hanging over the desk. “I wanna know if you liked that dildo.”

“It was fine I guess.”

“Not too much?”

“Nathan, why do you fucking care?”

He hops off the desk and shakes his head as he heads into the lab. “I’m curious is all!”

“You’re a freak!”

“And yet you still like me!”

“I’m starting to wonder why.” You push up out of the chair, close the playback on the computer and leave the office. You’re covering that stupid camera and throwing that dildo in the trash chute. You should have known he’d get some weird complex out of watching you say his fucking name while plowing yourself with a toy. In a weird way it turns you on, but it also pisses you off because he won’t actually admit that he liked it. He won’t ever admit anything.

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“Can I ask you something?” You say to Nathan as he sits beside you on the couch. You’re in the lounge together, dinner long over, watching a movie as you wind down for the evening. He’s got his arm around the back of the cushions and your legs are pulled up under you, feet pressed against his thigh. You’re close, but not too close.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

“Don’t be a dick for ten minutes please.”

Nathan holds his hand up in defense. “Ten minutes. Shoot.”

“Promise you won’t be a dick? For real?”

“Yes. Ask me the damn question.”

You take a deep breath, knowing what you’re about to ask is going to be rough on him. “When we were on our hikes a few weeks ago, you said it wasn’t that you don’t want me, it’s that you can’t have me. What does that mean?”

Nathan stares ahead at the movie on the tv over the fireplace. A moment passes, a moment that is too long and makes the room fill with awkward tension. You expected this.

“Gonna stay quiet for the ten minutes you aren’t going to be a dick?”

“Shut up.” He says softly, no venom in the words.

You stare at him expectantly, awaiting a better answer than just shut up. “Seriously, would you just-”

Nathan’s arm comes up from the back on the couch and his hand catches the back of your head, dragging you closer to him as he presses a kiss to your lips. Your blood boils in the best way and you chase his lips as he pulls away. “That’s all it takes to shut you up?”

“Answer my question. Ten minutes aren’t up.”

“I can’t have you because you’re going to leave. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day you’re going to leave.”

“I’m not leaving Nathan.”

He scoffs. “So if I stopped paying you to be my assistant, you would stay?”

“Yes.”

"You're fucked up." He shakes his head. "You're fucked up and it's my fault."

You stare at him at a loss for words. Did he just admit fault for something? Are you hearing this correctly? Is Nathan Bateman, tech genius and egotistical maniac admitting he has done something? Holy shit.

"I did this to you. I made you stay here and endure my mood swings and drinking and all my shit. I stockholm syndrome'd you and I didn't even realize it." He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "You don't deserve this."

"Nathan, you didn't make me stay here. I chose to stay."

"Where the fuck were you going to go? Run off into the woods for days and days until you hope to find someone? What option did you have? I trapped you here. I've kept you caged in this house like an animal."

You lay your hand over his and he grabs it, threading your fingers together. "You don't think someone could actually love you, do you?"

"What?"

"You don't think someone could fall in love with you because you're insecure. You push people away, you push me away because you think it's easier than letting yourself feel something for someone."

Nathan looks pissed but he holds his tongue.

"I'm not trapped here, you aren't twisting my arm and making me stay here against my will. I know what I signed up for, I know what I signed in those contracts. I could have told you to fuck off and shove your head up your ass months ago and taken a helicopter back into the city. I could have just run away on any one of my dozen grocery runs in the last several months. But did I?"

"No."

"Why is that?"

"I don't fucking know."

You lay the hand not held in his, on to his cheek and turn his face to make him look at you. "Because I love you, Nathan."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. You're a real son of a bitch sometimes and I want to break your nose and choke you to death every once in a while but I care. I care about you, about your work, about your life. I want to be here, I want to be a part of your life Nathan. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere."

Nathan gets up and you hold your joined hands tightly.

"Don't run away damn it!"

"I'm not! Would you let go!"

"I swear to fucking God if you lock yourself in that lab again I am going to get a battering ram."

He takes his glasses off and presses them into your palm. "Take these as collateral. I'll be right back."

You sit back on the couch and glare at his form as it disappears into the house. You clean his glasses carefully with the edge of your shirt and set them on the coffee table. He has to come back for them, he's as blind as a bat without them.

Nathan returns shortly with a small box. "I made these." He hands you the box and you open it as he puts his glasses back on. Inside are two black bands, rings.

"I don't understand."

"I made them because I know I can be difficult." He plucks one from the box. "They track the wearers vitals, change colors based on varying indicators, and they will work no matter how far apart they are."

"You made high tech mood rings."

He shoots you a glare. "I made them for you." He places the ring in his hand into your palm. "So you will know that I'm alright when I'm working long hours. I know I'm not the easiest to read and I don't have the easiest time expressing myself sometimes."

You put the ring on and it lights up a soft pink color. The moment Nathan slips his over his finger you can feel a soft steady pulse coming from the ring. "Is that your heartbeat?"

"Yeah." He holds his hand out and you can see his band is the same color pink. "I'll give you a breakdown on all the colors and functions later, but pink means the body is at ease."

"Do you love me? Just tell me, straight up no games."

"Yeah." He cups your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. "I love the shit out of you."

You break away from his kiss and press your foreheads together. "Can I ask just one more question?"

"Fire away."

"Is the dildo a mold of your dick?"

A smile spreads across his face and you already know the answer before he says it. "It is."

"You're a freak."

"And you absolutely love it."

You smile as he presses his lips to yours and pulls you over into his lap. "I guess I do."

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Valentines Day with Class 1-A

Monday

(Very long post, pure, tooth root, fluff)

(Divided by main groups)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, very much unedited

Dekusquad

Deku

He gently wakes you up by kissing your cheek and shaking you a bit, giggling.

“Wake up sleepyhead. I already made breakfast, your favorite.” He says, with a gentle smile as you turn over and get up for the day.

He takes you to the park. A place you two would take walks at almost every day, whenever Deku had free time from being the number one hero.

He picks flowers off the ground, pulling gently on your shirt to get your attention. When you turn around to him he puts the colorful flowers into your hair, giggling when you pull some out and put them in his.

Then the local boba shop, the one you two would save up for and get boba every week back in high school.

He laughed when you said you two should both get strawberry ones, “because, ya know, Valentines, pink, pink and valentine????”

You would share silly memories of whenever you two would invite others to go. Like when you invited the whole Bakusquad and Bakugo almost set the whole place on fire.

He would end the day by going to the very roof top he learned All Might’s secret. He knew the view wasn’t great, and that you didn’t have much sentimental value to it even though you knew, but it was similar to you.

How it was a part of changing his life for the better, how every time he walked by it he got a little bit happier, how it reminded him of a time he was weak and how much he has improved. It made him feel powerful and like he could do anything some how, and so did you.

He leans over while holding your hand and kisses you softly, a small satisfyed “hmp” coming form your throat

Asui Tsuyu

You woke her up. You wanted to make her breakfast, but also knew how much she loved making breakfast along with you.

Once you dragged her out of bed, she woke right up by you splashing down freezing water in her face. You quickly planted millions of kisses on her face, “to warm you back up! All the cold blood, and all!”

She much preferred to stay at home, but wanted to go out some place fancy for the special day.

About two days ago she reserved a spot at a restaurant that had a frog pond and a fountain, that was outside yet felt warm apart from the cold night air.

For most of the day you stayed inside, cuddling and watching movies. Most were romace comdeys that probably no ones else knew existed.

You two face times the rest of the Dekusquad, since everyone was in differing parts of Japan.

Luckily Deku and Ochako lived pretty close by, so you two figured it would be fun to go to the restaurant with them. A double date, which you had loved since the first one back in your UA days.

You two, begrudgingly, changed out of your pj’s and changed into fancy-jet, more appointments clothing.

It made you so happy seeing the large grin on her face and glow in her eyes as she saw you in your dress/ suit/ whatever fancy wear.

You two hopped out of the car, deciding to park a little far since you two hadn’t been out of the house all day, therefore didn’t get any exercise. So, why not get a few calories off from the whole pack of oreos you ate while watching Mean Girls?

Then when you are finally there, at your seats, waited for Deku and Ochako. Saying inside jokes, poking each other’s sides and holding in giggles among with the many other couples.

When they finally arrived, five minutes late because Deku had to remind his agency that he was having the day off, ordered.

You and a great time, sharing laughs and how your life’s have been lately.

When you got home around 10 o’clock, you slept the rest of the night trying to sleep.

But as normal, you made werid noises to make the otehr giggle, keeping them up, both of you being asleep by two in the morning after giving up and looking at YouTube for a hour before falling asleep.

Ochako

You had decided to spend Valentines with her parents. You hadn’t seen each other in a while and found that it would be nice, especially because of how much Ochako values family.

They are so kind when you two walk in the door with the biggest grins and with a warm, comforting arua seemingly circulating you.

They offer food and little gifts but you deny all of them, knowing they can barely afford giving gifts with how their company is still small.

You two use your hero money and go out and buy them furniture, and clothes, and food, and everything they could ever need for months.

They are so grateful and can’t believe their little Ochako grew up to be as amazing as she is, with a loving, responsible lover by her side at all times.

That night when you get back home, you share stories you and surely already told about your childhoods and how much you love your family’s, biological or not.

Iida

He wakes you up accidentally, he was doing all the paper work he had for the day in the morning so he could spend the majority of the day with you.

The speedy scratch of the pencil on his paper woke you up, whispering in a low morning voice “Tenya, dear? Your already awake?”

He turned in his office chair, a small smile on his face seeing your droopy eye lids and messy hair.

“Yes, love. I wanted to do all the work I had so I can spend time with you. Like how I did all my school work before you came to my dorm back in UA.” He smiled, you smiling right back.

“Alright, I’ll go make breakfast. Oatmeal or pancakes?” “Eh, it’s Valentine’s. Let’s go with pancakes for once.”

He put his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, you flipping the pancakes messily, most landing folded in half.

When both of you were ready and had gotten out of your sleepy states, you went to walk around the city.

You brought your wallets. You visited a indoor petting zoo first. All the goats were weirdly fluffy and soft, and you brushed at the sheep’s fur in awe. He told you tons of facts that you wouldn’t ever normally learn, like how sheep actually need to have their wool taken off or else their overheat.

Then you went a few more blocks down and found a nice smaller library, with a cottage core aesthetic.

You walked in, quickly grated by the friendly old lady at the check out, and waved.

You two spent hours sitting, researching random things you never knew you needed to know.

You would occasionally tap the otehr shoulder to show them a good piece of writing, or something interesting.

After a few hours you went back how with him carrying you, both of you tired from walking all day.

You went home and spent the rest of the night watching documentaries, some that were funny and dumb but some that were smart and made you want to watch it again and again.

You went to bed, both facing each otehr with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your chest.

Todoroki

Both of you accidentally wake up. He was being the big spoon, and in his sleep he accidentally used his quirk (due to his usual nightmares) and made you just a tab (WAY) to hot. You shrieked and woke him up.

You two giggled, finding that the other was awake. He quickly used his quirk and made the hot spot feel colder, but not to cold. And you told him that everything will be alright, that his nightmares aren’t real anymore. They will never be again.

You jokingly said you should do the thing where you cook on his left side like you did most mornings in UA, and he seriously said “sure”

Of course they tasted horrible because of his sweat and you two had to have an emergency trip to the grocery and got chocolate chip muffins

And of course got distracted and got a ton of other sweets as well

You spent pretty much the whole day in, goofing around, having hour long calls with friends, watching movies, cuddling, anything else you would do on a rainy Valentines Day

And of course, you had to go on Amazon and buy way to much with endeavors credit card that you went on a adventure to steal a few weeks ago and having been saving for a special occasion

As you were in the middle of a puzzle together, the rain calmed down a bit

“Hey, hey, love?” He gently grabbed your wrist in the middle of moving a corner piece

“Yes, darling?” You said, slightly surprised

“Can you and I go out for a second? I wanna try something.” You could resist and said yes, the glow in his eyes was to much to not say yes.

He grabbed an umbrella form the garage and pulled you under as you walked out, softly smiling as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

He brought you to the end of your driveway, righ next to the small garden you two had planted mostly out of boredom

He pulled you close and gently kissed your lips, softly. He let it last longer then his normal mere seconds long pecks, allowing it to last for what was probably half a minute, and pulled away

“Is that all we came out here for?” You titled your head to the side, cocking an eyebrow

“Yes.” He brightly smiled. “I read somewhere that kissing someone in the rain is romantic. And if it’s at night, or as it is right now late afternoon, it’s extra romantic.”

You giggle at his attempt of romance, which did work. How he got to doing it was odd, but that was how he found out about most romantic things.

Bakusquad

Bakugo

He definitely woke you up. He was ecstatic about the day, having big plans (*insert Kenny face*)

“SUKI WHAT THE HELL ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING WHY DO I NEED TO GET UP” “JUST GET UP I HAVE BIG PLANS OKAY GET UP OR ILL DRAG YOU” “JESUS”

He did drags you out, sadly (he drags real hard)

He then throws you on the couch while putting one of your favorite movies, and goes to make bacon eggs and pancakes

You eat, sitting inbetween his legs leaning onto him and watch the movie, maybe a few more until most normal people would be up

He occasionally title your head back so he can kiss your forehead, hair kisses feel werid on his lips

He gets the whole Bakusquad together, surprising everyone but they good

They all come to your house and Bakugo’s all “okay now we’re gonna go to the mall let’s go”

And he buys you literally everything

You can glance at it with the tinyest bit if interest and he’ll buy it

Then you all go for frozen yogurt and it’s good but you get a Brian freeze

And as probably the only in character thing he did all day, he made fun of you for it

Everyone goes home, thanking you two for the good Valentine’s Day

You two go to UA, right in front of the closed building (it’s a weekend, only the employees would be there)

You two remember how you first meet here, how you bumped into him while talking to a friend, and he was ready to yell at you, but he was to star struck by how beautiful you were to say a word.

He blushed

He asks you to turn around

You think it’s just something he secretly bought you back at the mall while you weren’t looking

It wasn’t

“Y/n, you can turn around now.”

You turn around back to him, and at first see how the sunset is perfectly on him, making him look better then ever

Then you notice his pose, his sweet yet needy expression, his hands… what he’s holding

“Will… will you marry me?”

You cover your mouth, quickly collapsing into a tight hug around his shoulders, kissing his cheek

“Yes, stupid! Of course, Jesus, I’ll gonna beat you up as soon as we get home! I love you so much!”

He laughs at how your words don’t match whatsoever

He kisses you passionately, glad that he asked Kirishima to secretly take a video ;)

Kirishima

He was so excited. He tried so hard not to wake you up, but the light sizzling woke you.

You woke up and walked into your kitchen. There stood Bakugo and Kirishima, Bakugo teaching Kirishima how to cook something. Bacon, maybe?

“No, shitty hair, you gotta flip it when the sizzlings a “ssss”, not a “zzzzzz” Bakugo stupidly said

“Kiri? Bakugo?” You said, rubbing your tried eyes, still in one of the large collection of stolen shirts, looking like a huge mess

“Hey dumba-“ “Mornin’, Pebble!”

Kirishima made Bakugo help him make you breakfast, like before, eggs bacon and pancakes. He added a large amount of butter to grease the pan, so they were extra good.

You smiled and waxed to Bakugo as he walked out, just barely seeing him have a small smile at how happy Kirishima and you, two of his best friends, were together

After breakfast you had one of your normal “concerts” where you scream-sing to recent songs you’ve taken a liking to, recently being more trendy songs like “driver’s license” “snowman” and some more odd ones like “Hadal Ahbek” and “good at loving you”

You then go to every dog cafe and cat cafe you can run/walk to, each of you loving the bright and happy look on the others face seeing all the cute animals

You run alariund town, seeing and talking to other couples who honestly kinda envy how helathy and great your relationship is

At late noon you two went back to your apartment

You took a shower together cause you were both sweaty and smelly from running so much and the dog smell wore off on you

He loves when you help wash his hair, wcshing it from the front and kissing his forehead every once and a while

You two get out and change, wearing a shark and dog onsie because your amazing people

You have the dinners night you could ever have

Having adventure time aka the show that you and rewtcahed a thousand time playing softly in the background, tickling each other, giggling at weither or not the neighbors could hear, prank calling the Bakusquad, trying to make a good looking cake, failing bust at least it tasted good?

Overall the best night in you could have after a dog and running filled day

Mina

She wakes you up, a happy grin on her face because she knows you planned something; because you always talk about how you want to pay her back for being so good to you

She’s clearly excited and you grin, some how bigger than her, happy to see her so excited already

You lift yourself from bed, quickly covering her face in kisses before getting up and ordering Uber eats for breakfast

You took her to her favorite shop, a small known one right on the corner of a safe street, only having a villain go through every couple of months, if at all

It was a nice shop, being something that. Colorful animal prints, pro hero merch, etc…

It somehow even played her favorite songs, which isn’t as surprising as it should be because she usually listened to normal, trendy songs

You two bought what felt like the whole store, then went back home to have a good old fashioned at home fashion show

You giggle and laugh, at some point falling on the floor because of how she tried to make you laugh.

You stayed inside and goofed around for the rest of the day, which honestly wasn’t to long.

Around eight you gently tugged in her wrist. “Yeah honeybun? What’s up?” She said, still having a large smile plastered on her face

“Come outside with me for a second, okay? And let me cover your eyes!” You grin, her quickly nodding a yes.

You walk outside of the house, stopping right in front of the fence lining your yard.

You take your hands off her eyes, smiling at her loud gasp.

All of class 1-A, together, for the first time since you graduated. Of course there had been many times you tried to get everyone together again. But with how almost all of the class was in the top 50 hero’s, having Todorki Bakugo and Deku being the top three, Mineta being the only one not in the top 100, it was difficult.

“Y/n! I can’t believe you! This is amazing!”

She turns and hugs you, quickly going back and running towards the others, giving them all giant hugs and chanting how much she missed having them all together.

The class played board and video games, tackled each other, and drew faces on whoever fell asleep for the rest of the night.

They all slept at yours, it was a lucky barrels everyone could fit.

Before you two, the last ones awake, went to bed she turned you to her and kissed you.

“Thank you. This is better then I could’ve imagined. I love you so much, and I’m so glad Im going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Denki

You both woke on your own pretty much at the same time, Deki accidentally hitting you with his forearm when he moved to sit up.

You laugh, making him make breakaways for punishment. He, knowing you were still in bed and would probably prefer it over his crappy cooking, went out and got donuts

You did like it more then his *unexperienced* cooking

You were still pretty sleepy during and after breakfast, so he gave you the usually little shook to wake you up.

He goes to work because he was unlucky enough to be stuck on duty on VALENTINES DAY

but, he still wanted fro show you how much he loved you even when he was gone, so the night before you left tons of silly love notes around the house.

As you cleaned the house because it had been drover since your last off day to, you found notes around the house

Stupid stuff like “Love, you make my knees weak arms spaghetti” and “Do you believe in love at first sight? If not I need to walk by you again”

It made you laugh and blush, then continue to your normal cleaning

Once he got home, he looked tired and annoyed

“Babe you wouldn’t believe how sucky the boss was today-“ He started, ready for one of his normal rants. You pull his face down, kissing his forehead.

You hugged him tightly, running your hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. ‘Bout this, I missed you all day. Those notes were funny, and sweet. Thank you.”

He instantly melted to you, burying his head in your neck and mumbling a quick “it’s okay, I really like it…”

His breath was hot on your skin, and… oh god he fell asleep

You carried him to the couch, took his shoes off, blanket… the shebang

You made dinner quickly, not wanting to wake him or make him anywhere he could get annoyed again

Once all of dinner was ready and just needed to cool a bit, you tapped his shoulder to wake him up. He’s such a light sleeper.

“Huh? Sparky? What… where am I? Wasn’t I… wasn’t I being all, ya know, in love with you?” He said, face squished up on a throw pillow.

You chuckle. “Yeah, you fell asleep so I put you on the couch. Dinners cooling off, so yeah.”

He smiled up at you and got up, full of energy from the good nap. He sprung up and kissed your cheek as he walk-ran to the counter, wanting to find what you made

“My favorite!” He cheered with a large smile. “You remember everything! You most love me so much.”

“I do. And you love me lots as well.” You said, sitting on the counter.

You ate dinner like that, you sitting on the counter and him standing, probably talking to you even with a mouth full.

You two decided to go out by night, since you spent the whole day at home or work.

You go to bar but everyone is extremely drunk, so figure it’s best not to

You then go to a all-times Walmart, deciding tonight was a time to be crackheads

They take some carts and ride around the parking lot, inviting Kirishima and Sero to come be weirdos

They come in like 2 seconds

“YOOOOO CARTS” “CARTS MAN”

That’s my Ted Talk

Sero

He wakes you up by hanging off the ceiling, and tapping your back

“Huh? Oh, spidey.” You laugh, hopping off the bed as he sways on his tape.

“Was that a good aka up call, sweetheart?” He said s with a cheeky grin

“Yes, stupid.” You ruffle up his hair and go to brush your teeth, now used to not eating breakfast because neither does Sero

( worry he didn’t make you stop, you just got out of the habit stemming from him)

He kissed your cheek as he went off to water your small flower garden handing on the apartment balcony.

Once he came back, you two watched a few romance comedies and tried to find out what in the world you neared to do that day.

“Maybe… oh, we havnt gonna roller shaking in a while?” (I headcanon that Sero likes roller skating lol)

“That’s sound great. Maybe invite the gang? Or would you rather it just be us?” You tutored your head, away from the characters you didn’t really care for because neither of them were that good. At least the bad people go together.

“No, going with the gang sounds great! I’ll go call them and see if they’re free!” He said, climbing out of the nest you had made around you two.

When you got there most of the group was already there, everyone else coming only minutes after you.

You have a great time exhausting yourselves, Sero pulling you around with his tape, you using your quirk to go faster, and generally goofing around.

Once you get back to your shared apartment, your both tired out and ready to cuddle while on the edge of sleep, watching random shows on Netflix.

And you did just that, Sero just barely staying awake enough to turn the tv off right before he fell asleep.

Extra’s (aka ones that a simp for that are rarer)

Aoyama

He ADORES valentine day

He goes all out, the most cliche thing you could imagine

Chocolate, overly expensive roses, cards, the whole shebang

Ojiro

It’s not the biggest thing for him

Like, he loves you everyday and wants to express that everyday, why reserve one day for doing it but being extra with it?

Kinda just takes the day off and does the normal, but the whole day sorta thing

Like, take a walk, cooking together, cuddle a bit, normal stuff

Kouda

He tries his best

He thinks that the classic “be publicly affect, give lots of gifts” kinda thing

But he doesn’t like (aka has a burning hate) for pda

They say it’s fine that he doenst want to go out, and that they can stay in all day

Fin.

#mha #bnha #mha valentines #mha x reader #deku x reader #ochako x reader #tenya x reader #bakugo x reader #todorki x reader #denki x reader #sero hanta

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Going Once, Going Twice, part 4

I kid you not, I have re-written this 3 TIMES. I hope I didn’t overlook something *I’m excited to write the next one though*

CW: Whump, Pet Whump, Trauma, Manhandling, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Restraints, Implied Abuse

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Robert pulled up to his home, he glanced at the boy in the back of his truck. Poor thing was exhausted... He was fast asleep in the back, bundled up in his coat with his shackled wrists. He really should have taken those shackles off, but after getting his shoulder bitten, he didn’t want to scare him anymore, or risk losing a finger.

He opened the door as quietly as possible, and gently lifted him in his arms. He didn’t even stir as he was carried into his house. It was one story with a basement, even after his inheritance, he refused to move, as he always loved this place. He only fixed it up a bit and installed a nice kitchen for all his cooking dreams, it was also next to a childhood friend as well, so bonus points.

He unfortunately didn’t have a spare room, so he was just going to tuck him up in his own bed, and crash in his favorite recliner and call it a night. He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, accidently jostling the man in the process, who slowly blinked to awareness. His eyes shot open.

Wait, where was he? Was he being carried? Who was carrying him?!

He let out a yelp, trying desperately to kick his way out of the man’s grasp. “Woah there!” Robert called, as Peter managed to kick his feet out from his arm, but Robert kept a firm hold on his chest. His feet hit the ground and he tried to slink out of the man’s arms, but Robert’s strength kept him held against his chest.

“Easy, it’s okay! I’m not going to hurt you, calm down!” Robert tried, as Peter cried and struggled. Finally, all the frustration and exhaustion hit him, as he let out one last desperate cry, before falling limp.

Robert slid down onto his knees with him still in his arms, this was wrong... His first step into his home and this is how he’s being treated. He was manhandling someone who was traumatized. “I.. I’m sorry.” Robert huffed, holding the hyperventilating boy in his arms. “Sshh... It’s okay. I’m going to let you go now. I’m sorry...” He released his grasp, as Peter used whatever energy he had left to scamper away.

The closest thing was the bed, as his instincts forced him to crawl underneath as far as he could push himself and tried to catch his breath. “Oh no no no... Sweetheart...” Robert sighed, flopping into his chest on the floor, trying to coax the boy out with an outstretched hand.

“I know you’re scared and exhausted. Trust me, I am too. But I can’t let you sleep under there, please come out so we can get some proper rest, okay?” He knew It probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot. Peter glanced back at him with fearful eyes, too upset to budge from his spot.

Peter hugged himself under the bed. He was being so so disobedient. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t yanked out and beaten half to death for his disrespect. The man paid an unholy amount for him, so why was he being so patient? He felt terrible, and cursed his behavior.

Robert wondered if he should just leave him there for the night and crash himself. But no. He had to take care of this boy now, and he wasn’t going to be lazy about it. He inched over as quietly as he could until he could reach him. He gently placed a hand on his shoulder. The most Peter could react was a very sad little murmur and a flinch.

“Everything is okay.” He whispered, slowly pulling him closer, and closer. “Can you come out for me?’’ He soothed. Peter gave in, he was tired, and scared, and knew all the man had to do was grab him.

“I’m s-sorry!” He yelled. He wasn’t going to cry, he was going to be respectful and give his master what was owed. “I’m s-so sorry! I know I’ve been t-terrible for you, I d-didn’t mean t-to... I even bit you, and that’s unforgivable!” He cursed himself. “Oh sweetheart...” Robert muttered. “You’re not bad, you’re just scared, there’s a difference. You didn’t hurt me either, you just took a chunk out of that coat.” Robert chuckled, brushing the hair from his face.

He took his hand, as Peter cringed, waiting for a punishment. Instead, the shackles popped off and fell away from his bruised wrists, as Robert tossed them into the trash. “I.. But-.” “-Sssh, no buts. It’s off to bed with you now.” He smiled. He took his hand and pulled him up into the bed.

He pushed the heavy blankets down with a knee, and laid him in the plush bed. He whimpered and looked up at him pitifully, clutching the coat to his chest tightly. “It’s alright, you can keep the coat.” Robert smiled. “I’m in the next room if you need anything. Goodnight.” He said, sitting up and turning the light off, before heading straight to his recliner, and passing out himself.

The unwanted sun rose soon after, Robert crept over and quietly opened the door. Peter was still fast asleep, hugging the coat tightly with a peaceful expression. Thank goodness...

He pondered what to make for breakfast, it was his first morning, technically his first time meeting him too, without him being half asleep, or his teeth sunken into his shoulder... Peter had been through a lot, that much was clear. He was only going to be there for a week, not to his knowledge... But he was going to do his best to make him comfortable and happy.

He cracked some eggs and bacon onto a stove, and even decided last second to also make some pancakes. After some time, he glanced back at the bedroom. The door was... open!?

“Peter?” Robert called, trying not to let the panic leak in his voice. He ran out of the kitchen towards the open door, but startled himself when he found Peter pressed against the wall, cowering. His face said he had just woken up, but he had some energy now, it seems his fear got turned into curiosity.

He dropped to his knees instantly, still holding the coat in his arms. “Good morning... Master.” He mumbled. It felt so wrong to call someone else master then his previous one. “Good morning.” He smiled, giving himself a moment for the adrenaline to wear off.

“Come on up off the floor. You got up at the perfect time! Breakfast is ready.” Robert lifted him to his feet and steadied him by his arm.

The kitchen was gorgeous, spotless, marble countertops, golden background, hundreds of pots, tools, equipment selectively in their place, and colorful plants lining the windowsill. There was a small table in the center, with a couple of high chairs around it. Robert was a very tall man, so the chairs were quite towering.

Peter looked up at him for confirmation, as Robert nodded with a smile. He tried to hop up onto the chair, but failed a couple of times. “Is it alright if I help you?” Robert asked, as Peter ceased his attempts with embarrassment. He nodded shamefully, as Robert took his arm and gave him a boost up. He set a plate full of delicious smelling food in front of him. He gasped, covering his mouth, glancing up and down between the food and Robert, who gave him a sweet smile. “It’s all yours.” He said.

Every bite was divine, with every bite he felt more and more guilty that he didn’t deserve it. The man paid an unholy amount for him, but was also being so patient with him.

Why?

“So! Peter, is there uhh, any hobbies you like? Something I can get for you?” Robert asked. “Oh! I like... Being useful, I guess.. Master.” He replied. Robert stopped and glanced up at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to call me that. It makes me feel like some tyranny.” He laughed. “Is calling me Robert, or Mr. McAllen okay?” He asked. “O-f course. It’s whatever you prefer, Mr. McAllen.” Using his first name felt wrong on so many levels.

“Maybe you would like to try painting, or music. I personally love woodcarving. I used to sell some awhile back.” He smiled.

Yes, yes... He knew it was only a week. But he seemed like such a sweet young man who never got to have fun and express himself. Maybe he should run to the store and buy him a bunch of things, can’t say no until you’ve tried them all!

Oh no.

It was happening.

He was starting to bond with him

Tag list: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @moose-teeth @ill-eat-you-if-you-cross-me @yet-another-heathen @sillypizzazineoperator @freefallingup13 @alien-octopus

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Thank you for reading!

my brain huuuurtttsss

#whump #pet whump #rescued whumpee #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump writing #whump stories #tw slavery #sold whumpee

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drivingsideways · 3 years

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Seunwoo + Seunghyo sick

Hi anon! Thank you for this ask, and sorry it's taken me a while to write!

This one is, in my head, set in my Where Your Treasure Is 'verse, but you don't need to read that to make sense of this. The premise here is that Seon-woo and Seung-hyo are in a romantic relationship and have been living together for a while, and they also run a company together.

"You better take something for that," says Seon-woo at breakfast.

"For what?" Seung-hyo croaks at The Korean Herald, which has decided, on this fine spring morning to lead with an editorial on wealth redistribution that looks like it's been written by a twenty-year old who gets her news on Instagram. Pulling their advertising for the next six months seems overkill, but surely something should be--

"For the flu you've been having for the last two days," says Seon-woo, wheeling his chair around the table toward the kitchen counter. As he passes Seung-hyo, he reaches out to place an inquiring palm against his forehead. Seung-hyo jerks away.

--ah, he has it, yes, wasn't there an interview scheduled today with the Seoul Business News--

"Hmm," says Seon-woo, "Nothing some paracetamol and rest won't cure. Take it."

He moves away, and the coffee-maker whirs loudly.

"Is there something wrong with it?" he asks, "I'll call the company. Didn't they promise noiseless?"

"They did not."

He turns in his chair to look at his partner.

"I'm the one who ordered it."

"I'm the one who read the manual and set it up. This is the noise it makes every day. You're just extra sensitive today because-"

He turns back to his eggs and toast, and the horrifying state of the world.

The problem with living with a medical professional was that they always thought they knew everything about everything. Alright, maybe that wasn't a problem with medical professionals in general. Seung-hyo is willing to acknowledge that the problem, in this case, might be more localized, viz, the man across the table who's judgmentally sipping his coffee , while a bowl of oats congeals into goop in front of him. Why he doesn't wait to finish his coffee before pouring out the cereal, Seung-hyo has never understood. And he's tried, oh, he's tried, to get him to view this logically, but Seon-woo will insist on eating the cold slop every day.

"Did you get a chance to review the Australian distributorship deal?" he asks, swallowing a bite of toast. The bread feels scratchy going down his throat. Had Madam Ji switched to a different bakery?

"Yes, I've made some notes and sent out an email," Seon-woo replies. "I'm quite sure we can do better. I've asked Kim bujang to look into it."

"Oh," he says, picking up his phone, "I didn't see it…when did you send it out?"

He'd been working late last night, how had he missed—

"After you fell asleep at the desk," Seon-woo says, coolly.

He has a vague memory of Seon-woo waking him up, and shutting his laptop for him last night. This was why he hated medication, which he had taken, he wasn't entirely irrational, despite what Seon-woo liked to imply.

It just interfered.

"Well," he says, taking two large gulps of his own coffee, "I better get going, I have a day."

"I bet," Seon-woo mutters, and then gives him a sweet smile when he gives him a look. "Have a good one, hyung."

His expression says that he thinks the probability of that is negative. Seung-hyo's never met anyone as petty as the love of his life, and that's a fact. Well, maybe Ye Jin-woo, which just went to show you—

"I will, thank you," he says, "Shall we have lunch together?"

Seon-woo nods, and this time the smile is genuine, and alright, he didn't care that the love of his life was a petty fuck, he especially didn't care that his head felt a bit like a block of wood, life was good, and he was going to have a good day.

"Bad cold?" asks the make-up professional at the TV studio, her voice sympathetic. "I'll get you some warm water with salt to gargle with, it'll clear up your throat before you go on air."

"Thank you," he says, "That's very kind, but unnecessary."

She pauses.

"It's really no trouble Gu daepyo-nim."

"No," he says, "Thank you. Again. But no."

At lunch, Seon-woo says, calmly, "I'm sure the ten people watching KBN at 11.22 am this morning would have been convinced by your argument, if they'd been able to hear it. Why did they cut you off so quick?"

"A glitch in the sound system," he says, "The sound engineer was profoundly apologetic. I didn't think it was worth making a fuss about."

"Uh-huh," says Seon-woo. "You mean the fact that he forgot to mute your mike properly, so we could hear you hacking up a lung off screen? I think he should be fired."

"Where's your sense of proportion?" Seung-hyo asks. The hot chicken broth feels good going down his throat, warming his chest.

"Left it in our McMansion this morning," Seon-woo says, and sets his chopsticks down.

"Hyung," he says, "Take the rest of the day off."

"I can't," he replies, "There's too much to do."

"Rescheduling a few meetings is not the end of the world."

"It's discourteous to the people who are giving me their time," Seung-hyo replies, "Besides, I'm fine. The soup was delicious. Thank you for ordering it."

Seon-woo waves a hand, "You can thank Kyung-ah-ssi on your way out."

"I'll buy her flowers," Seung-hyo says, because there's no way he's going to face her without even that much of a defense.

Seon-woo says, evenly, "You'll be sure to pick them up yourself, won't you? I mean, there's absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be in a pollen factory- excuse me- a flower shop today."

"You're not as funny as you think you are," Seung-hyo says, rising from the table. "Dinner at 7?"

"Sure," says Seon-woo, "You'll be making crab soup, I hope?"

"Don't push your luck," Seung-hyo says, with dignity and calm, and runs away.

He comes to groggily, in his bed, with no memory of how he got there. The lights are dimmed, and he's sweaty under the quilt. There's movement beside the bed, and when he opens his eyes, bleary, Seon-woo is placing a food tray on the bedside table.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"Past 9," Seon-woo says, quietly. "Ready for some food?"

He sighs, turning on his side to face him.

Seon-woo's expression is fond, even though there's a trace of exasperation beneath.

"I'm feeling better," he announces.

"Astounding," Seon-woo murmurs, taking the lid off a steaming bowl. "Considering you weren't, at any point, sick."

Petty, petty.

"I bet that's rice porridge," he says craning his neck. "Ugh."

"Special from eomeonim," Seon-woo confirms. "She's put me on a deadline to feed you this tonight. So chop-chop."

He pushes himself up, resting against the pillows, as Seon-woo arranges the tray for him.

It does taste good- like childhood, and home, he acknowledges, as he swallows the first mouthful.

Seon-woo is taking off his prosthetics, heaving a sigh of relief. Despite all the advances they've made in the material technology, wearing it for several hours at a stretch and the kind of life Seon-woo led, did make it a bother. At home, Seon-woo often preferred to get around in the wheelchair like he'd done for most of his life. Sometimes, when Seung-hyo thinks of how much pain Seon-woo has borne, he can barely comprehend it. Compared to that—

But that's a thought he'll keep to himself, he's not a fool.

"You're such an idiot about these things," Seon-woo says, as he maneuvers himself across the bed. He raises a hand to brush away the sweaty hair sticking to Seung-hyo's forehead. "You realize being ill isn't a character flaw, right?"

Seung-hyo puts his spoon down.

"So you're a psych now too?" he cribs, picking up his spoon again.

"Don't need to be," Seon-woo says, yawning, and turning away. "You're not that complicated, hyung."

God, the man was so annoying.

It really was a disaster that Seung-hyo was crazy about him.

"Sleep well," he says aloud, as Seon-woo settles down, "See you in the morning."

#jtbc life #gu seung hyo x ye seon woo #thank you for this ask anon #i love writing about them!

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,540 Words

Summary: Bakusquad’s day out.

Warnings: Food Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Forced Eating Disorder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Touya’s clothes include links to what they look like.

Hair Dye Buddies: Chapter 4

Once in the mall, Mina dragged him along to a store with bright colors and neon and he was so overjoyed to be able to pick a few pastel things, mainly purple, including a long sweater with purple and black stripes and rips strategically placed on it.

Mina's venture in the neon store took a while but everyone let her go about her business, leaving Kaminari with her as he picked up a few yellow shirts and Touya smiled as Bakugou totally didn't sneak a black shirt with orange flames on it into his pile of very purple clothing.

Once they paid at the neon store, Bakugou dragged him more forcefully toward a store with more baggy clothing and stuff he knew he'd see Bakugou wearing. Stuff he was, in fact, wearing as well. He picked out more pants here than anything but black and dark purple and even a couple of pink shirts ended up in his pile.

Mina and Kirishima ended up throwing a few other things in his pile like the black pair of boots they found that were similar to the ones he wore but with chains on them, the many masks Sero and Kaminari picked out for him, and the socks Bakugou smacked him lightly with when he told him he forgot to ask for socks.

The next store was much more his style, black everywhere, some white and colors mixed in but he felt like this place was definitely his favorite. It seemed Kaminari came here a lot because he was already around the store twice while Touya was still looking at the shirts in the front.

"Found some shoes you'll like. They're made for water based quirk combat, ice and snow slip resistant and all." He hummed at them. They actually looked good and even his style with the chains on them and the thick chunky heel with the the slip resistant grip on the bottom.

"Try 'em on, Touya." Mina insisted, forcefully seating him on the benches. He obliged and tried them on for her.

"They're comfortable." Touya realized as he tapped his foot against the ground.

"Yeah, man, this place makes a lot of its stuff usable for quirk combat. A lot of heroes frequent this place for additions to their hero outfits and stuff they can use on the daily if they don't have access to their costume." Kirishima told him.

"My boots are from here. Mine are a lot like yours but shorter and orange soles." Bakugou told him.

"You just like the color orange." Touya told him.

"I won't deny that." Bakugou smirked at him. "Stand up in 'em, Cotton Candy." He obliged and had to hold onto Kirishima for a minute to balance himself in just the one boot.

"Oh wow, I'm tall now. I'm tall, everyone. I'm now a giraffe." He laughed.

"Never been tall, I guess?" Sero asked.

"No, I'm short. I'll bet I won't even get taller during my growth spurt." Touya joked, sitting back down.

"Like em, though?" Mina asked.

"I love them." Touya beamed. The rest of the clothes shopping went well. Then they moved onto grocery shopping in a store within the mall. Mina leading by example and picking out plenty of fruit and some snacks.

"Hey, Space Invaders, we still need to grab dinner, slow down." Bakugou reminded her.

"What do you like eating, Touya?" Kaminari asked.

"I don't know?" He told them unsurely.

"You don't know? You never had a favorite food growing up, man?" Sero asked.

"My father always had a lock on the fridge to keep us all eating properly but then he'd only make what he liked." He admitted quietly.

"Shoto better let others join that Enji Hate Squad." Bakugou mumbled.

"Well, pick out some things you think you'll like. Bakugou here's practically a chef. He'll make it taste good anyway." Kaminari joked.

"Shut your mouth, Dunce Face!" Bakugou threatened and Touya smiled behind his mask.

"So I'm allowed to pick whatever I want." Touya more so was assuring himself he didn't have to pick up food his father would force down his throat.

"Yeah, man, just pick out whatever you think you'll want. We have Sero here, that guy's like a human trash bin. He'll eat anything you hand him." Kirishima assured him.

He went about picking up a few things he thought he'd like, some lotus root, enoki, eggplant, cheese, eggs, and tofu. He also grabbed a few things he had to look at the names of like yuzu, a few noodle bowls, spam, sausages, and he hesitantly picked up chocolate, melon ice cream, and coffee jelly.

Bakugou had disappeared at one point and came back with his own basket full of, assumedly, dinner makings. He sort of understood what he was making, maybe curry but with noodles? Touya couldn't tell since he'd never been allowed to make his own food.

"Alright, if you're happy with what you got, we'll check out and head home." Bakugou told him.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't even know if I'll like some of this stuff." Touya mumbled.

"Human vaccuum, right here." Sero gestured to himself.

When they got home, it was about 6 at night and Bakugou began cooking for dinner. Something that Mina called Jjajjangmyeon. His foods went into one of the communal fridges with his name stuck to them with sticky notes.

"You want anything made special, Cotton Candy?" Bakugou asked as he opened the freezer back up to get the melon ice cream.

"Um, I was just gonna try the ice cream." He felt like he was being caught doing something bad. Maybe, in his head, he thought he was in trouble but he still got his melon ice cream and a spoon out and hesitantly tried it. It was actually amazing.

"Like it, man?" Sero asked.

"This is really good." He admitted.

"Our boy likes melon ice cream!" Mina exclaimed happily from the living room.

"Have you even had ice cream before, Touya?" Kirishima asked.

"Not really. I mean, Dad let us have frozen berries and called that ice cream." He muttered softly, eating more of his ice cream.

"I hate that man." Bakugou muttered, continuing to cook.

"Yeah, all of us siblings do too. Or at least we all did five years ago." He frowned a bit. Dinner was amazing. Touya even had seconds with everyone else. The usual banter around the table was so fun.

"I'm probably gonna bother Mr. Aizawa to train my quirk a little more. I don't wanna fall behind you all, especially when Mr. Aizawa is going to put me in with the provisional licensing exam." Touya told them, sighing as he got himself up to his room, counting as he went to make sure he was going to the right room.

He put on his new quirk-resistant boots in his room and clothing that wasn't Bakugou's. He ultimately decided on a black short sleeve shirt with fishnet sleeves to his wrists attached and black jeans with a lot of metal attached Mina had picked out for him.

Touya was happy looking himself over, his father would never approve but he felt happy in his skin now, which was no longer getting scarred by the quirk too ill-made for him. He realized he had no clue where Aizawa was by the time he left his room, to which Shoto was about to knock.

"Oh, hi." Shoto greeted his rather sudden appearance. "Where are you going?" Shoto asked.

"I was about to go find Mr. Aizawa and ask him if I could train my quirk but I just figured out I don't know where he is." Touya laughed to himself a little.

"Mr. Aizawa's sleeping in the living room downstairs. But Mr. Yamada is around. I can bring you to him and he can watch over your training." Shoto offered.

"Thank you, that would be awesome." Touya smiled. "What did you come here for?" Touya asked on their way down.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't lose the card." He handed it back immediately. "I wanted to make sure you ate."

"Bakugou made jjajjangmyeon so I ate with him and his friends. He and his friends also took me out to buy some food and clothes for myself as well." He told his brother.

"That's good." Shoto was quiet.

"What did you eat?" Touya asked.

"Iida ordered pizza for our friend group. I had mainly Hokkaido cheese pizza but Midoriya made me try some of his Genovese pizza and it wasn't that bad." Touya smiled. "Oh, and how has your day been?" Shoto asked.

"It's okay. I mean, everyone's so nice. besides that little grape gremlin earlier." Shoto stifled a laugh and smiled.

"Yeah, Mineta's like that a lot. I'm sure everyone's just hoping he'll drop out if he doesn't get his provisional license."

"Well, I'm already here taking his spot."

"And you're doing an amazing job with the title so far, Touya. Bring honor to the 19th seat in class. That grape sure doesn't." Touya smiled at his brother and they were out the door after waving to the two friend groups in the kitchen, Sero sneaking pieces of pizza leftover and Kaminari and Midoriya talking about their quirks.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mina ashido #todoroki touya #kaminari denki #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijiro #sero hanta #todoroki shouto #snoweywrites #hair dye buddies au #tw food mention #tw child abuse mention #tw eating disorder mention

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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In Sickness And Health

Quill knew Scott was sick before the younger man even woke up. He was running a fever that concerned the god to the point that he asked Bruce to come up and check on him. He could have called Stephen but the man had his hands full with seven kids on a daily basis. Bruce just had a Norse legend and the occasional time a member of the team got hurt. He told Quill it was just a common bug and though Scott's fever was a little high, that it wasn't anything to worry about unless it went up. So Quill left Scott sleeping upstairs with Emir and he went down to make some coffee. One of the few things he was allowed to do.

He had to wait until Cassie got up which thankfully wasn't much longer after he got up. Scott was the only one who wasn't a morning person, and he had even more of an excuse since he was sick. When Cassie came downstairs still half asleep and in her pajamas, Quill raised an eyebrow when he found her wearing an oversized t-shirt that went down to her thighs. No bottoms that he was aware of either but he wasn't about to check.

"Is that my shirt?"

"Mine now." She mumbles and opens the fridge.

"So my husband hates when I wear a shirt and my daughter steals them to use as pajamas." Quill snorts and drinks some of his coffee.

"At least they get used."

"Can't say that about con--"

"Ugh! No! Shut up, it's too early for that!" Cassie smacks his arm before digging some things out for breakfast. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever is fine. Your dad is sick though, so you think you can make him something when he wakes up?" Quill sighs. "I'd do it myself but...you know."

Cassie nods. "Yeah. Is he okay?"

"Bruce says he'll be fine and Emir is with him."

"Emir is always with him." Cassie rolls her eyes. "Like Flynn is with you."

They both look down at Quill's leg where Flynn had attached himself to the god's sweatpants as soon as he got up. The kit fortunately spent some time with Emir now that the tiger was here, but he was still very clingy with Quill and the tiger was very unlikely to leave the bedroom today. Scott needed his attention more than Flynn did. Cassie started to make some eggs and bacon after putting her hair up and Quill grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and sat down at the table while waiting for breakfast. He mindlessly fiddles on his phone and takes an occasional sip of coffee until a plate full of food is placed in front of him and he smiles at Cassie.

"Thanks Sunshine." Quill puts his phone away and pours her some orange juice as she sits down.

"You're welcome." She had also put some food in Flynn's bowl at some point so the kit had jumped off Quill's leg to go eat. "You have work today?"

"Nope. Gonna be a couch potato and keep an eye on your dad. Would have taken the day off if I did."

"Sounds like a plan." Cassie agrees and eats some of the hash browns she had also made. "I didn't have any plans today and I want to help take care of Dad."

Quill sighs with relief. "Oh thank god. I was worried about food."

The two look up when they hear the elevator arrive on the floor and Maggie and Paxton step out. Quill looks at them in surprise because he hadn't been expecting them and neither Cassie nor Scott had mentioned anything. Cassie looked just as surprised.

"Mom! What are you two doing here?" Cassie asks.

"We told your dad we were coming to visit for the weekend. Did he forget?" Maggie asks.

"Probably." Cassie gets up with her plate and Paxton sputters and covers his eyes.

"Cassie, maybe you should put some pants on?" He suggests.

"I have shorts on."

"I was wondering about that." Quill says and shovels the rest of his breakfast into his mouth before getting up with his plate. "Just letting you guys know that Scotty is sick but you're welcome to the room you used before."

"Alright. Thank you." Maggie turns toward the stairs and screams.

Quill looks over in alarm and finds Emir at the top of the stairs and growling at Maggie and Paxton. Before he can race over and stop the tiger from trying to pounce on the supposed intruders, Scott shuffles out of the bedroom in his pajamas and pats Emir's head.

"'s okay. Be good." Scott mumbles and then looks at the stairs reluctantly.

"Baby, go back to bed. I'll come check on you in a little bit and Cass will make you something to eat." Quill says.

Scott never looked so relieved about not having to climb or descend stairs, and went back into the bedroom without a fuss. Quill was pretty sure that he didn't even realize that Maggie and Paxton were there. The younger man looked miserable and Quill made a mental note to find some medicine or go buy some. Emir followed Scott back into the room and their visitors slowly turned their heads to look at Quill.

"So we have a tiger now." Quill says. "He's harmless as long as you don't hurt Scott and he knows you're okay."

All four of them cringe when they hear the unmistakable sound of vomiting, and Quill dashes up the stairs two at a time. When he steps into the bedroom, he catches a glimpse of Emir's tail in the bathroom doorway and walks over to peek in, finding Scott with his head in the toilet. The tiger was chuffing softly and nudging Scott with his muzzle, but Quill had to direct him out of the bathroom so he could get to his spouse. Scott had since stopped puking and was laying on the floor looking a little pale.

"Feeling any better?" Quill kneels down and checks his temperature, glad to see it hadn't risen.

"Too hot…" Scott moans.

"How about we get your pajamas off and get you back in bed?" Quill suggests. "Cass can make you some soup and I'll bring it up with some juice."

"Ginger ale and crackers." Scott mumbles as Quill scoops him up and stands back up.

"I can do that. Want your clothes off?"

"Nuh...cold."

Quill carries Scott back to bed, and as he gets him back under the covers, Emir hops back onto the bed and lays next to Scott. Any other day, Quill would have kicked him off the bed and cuddled with Scott, but since Maggie and Paxton were there, he had to play host. Something he was kind of terrible at but they were good people. Scott was in no condition to do it either. Quill would manage with Cassie's help.

"I'll be right back with crackers and soda," Quill kisses his forehead and pulls a wastebasket closer.

"Thanks…" Scott mumbles quietly.

The poor guy looked miserable and Quill wished he could heal his illness, but even if his powers could do that, he was still learning about them. He wasn't about to use his husband like a guinea pig to figure it out. He met Maggie right outside their bedroom and he raises an eyebrow when she smiles up at him.

"What?"

"I'm just glad to see he has someone to take care of him." Maggie admits softly.

"Scotty can take care of himself." Quill says and Maggie shakes her head.

"That's not what I mean. Sometimes he gets so focused on other people that he forgets about himself. Scott's a people pleaser...sometimes to a fault. He has a good heart but some people take advantage of it."

Quill sighs and nods. "Yeah. I've definitely noticed that."

"While I'm glad about that…" she suddenly reaches up and grabs Quill by the ear and pulls his head down.

"Ow!"

"I just found out that my daughter has powers! How did this happen?" Maggie says firmly and tugs the god down the stairs by his ear.

Well now Quill knew where Cassie learned this from. He may be a lot stronger than Maggie, but some part of him didn't dare resist when his ear was being held like he was a naughty child. It was funny when Cassie did it to the boys, but not so much when her mother did it to him. This was his husband's ex too so it was somehow worse.

"Mom! Let him go! It was an accident!" Cassie sighs as she comes out of her room.

Properly dressed to Paxton's relief.

"How did you even find out anyway?" Quill rubs his ear when Maggie finally releases him. "She's managed to keep her identity secret and has hardly used them."

"Stephen told me." The woman says flatly. "I talk to him too you know."

"He couldn't tell you how it happened though?" Quill complains and flinches when Maggie holds her hand out to threaten to pinch his ear again.

"I accidentally broke one of Dad's vials." Cassie explains. "They should have turned me into goop but they just turned me into a baby and when I got back to normal, my genes mutated."

Maggie frowns. "Are you okay? Any problems?"

"Mom and Bruce both checked and said I'm completely healthy. They're not worried."

"And what about fighting?"

"I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. I stay home with the girls." Cassie says.

"We're trying to keep her safe just like always." Quill finally says.

"We trust you and Scott," Paxton says. "We were just surprised to find out. Why didn't you tell us yourselves?"

"We meant to. Really." Quill says and Cassie rolls her eyes.

"I could've told you too...and honestly, Dad has been such an airhead lately that he forgot to tell us you were visiting."

Maggie and Paxton look at them and they both nod before changing the subject. Quill was glad they weren't legitimately upset about Cassie's newfound powers, just that they had to hear about it from someone besides them. They were even happier when their daughter didn't seem inclined to join their avenging unless she needed to. Cassie would use her powers to protect the Stark girls.

Quill also, fortunately, remembered Scott's request and went to the kitchen to get some crackers and ginger ale and took them up to his spouse while Cassie and even Maggie set about to make him some homemade soup. Scott was asleep when Quill got back to the bedroom, so he set the crackers and soda on the nightstand and even got some fever reducer from the bathroom to add to the snacks. He set two by the soda, put the bottle back in the medicine cabinet, and kissed Scott's temple before he left and went back downstairs. He found the girls still in the kitchen, and Paxton was in the living room watching tv. So Quill grabs a couple beers from the fridge and joins him.

"So how long are you two staying?" Quill asks as he holds out a beer.

"Just the weekend." Paxton accepts the beer with a thanks. "I have to be back at work on Monday."

"Oh, well, don't be afraid to do...you know." Quill winks. "The walls are soundproof--ow!" Quill rubs his head after Cassie throws an apple at his head.

"Papa! You and Dad are bad enough!"

Quill cackles and picks up the apple to take a bite out of it. "Thanks for the apple Sunshine."

Cassie groans and turns her attention back to the chicken noodle soup she and her mom are making. Paxton was clearing his throat in discomfort, and it made Quill preen. It was always fun to make the man squirm, and usually Scott would laugh with him about it later but he would have to enjoy it by himself this time. He could still tell Scott when he got better but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the same. Last time Maggie and Paxton visited, Scott and Quill went into detail about certain positions and the other couple looked like they wanted to disappear through the floor.

So it was fun when they visited. The reactions they got from Steve and Bucky on the other hand were pretty good too but they could traumatize them whenever they wanted.

"Uh...Quill? What is your fox doing?" Paxton asks and points over at the kit.

Flynn was...well...running around like his tail was on fire. It was something he did that Cassie fondly called the "zooms" and they could never figure out why he did it. Their floor actually had plenty of space for Flynn to run around, but every once in a while he did this. Then he'd stop and dig at the carpet which got Quill to lean forward and clap his hands loudly to stop him, and then he finally jumped up on the couch and plopped tiredly on Quill's lap.

"Beats the hell out of me." Quill shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. "He's a spaz."

"And the...the tiger doesn't try to eat him?"

"Nope. Emir actually grooms him and takes care of him."

"How did you even get him?" Maggie asks from the kitchen.

"Papa saved him from the circus." Cassie frowns. "Emir has scars from the cruelty they showed him. The tent caught fire and Papa saved him and Emir wanted to stay."

"He doesn't try to attack you either?" Paxton asks.

"No. He mainly sticks with Dad anyway."

Quill looks up toward the bedroom. "You know, part of me likes to think he saw that Scott had scars too so he wanted to keep him safe."

Maggie snorts humorously. "Leave it to Scott to attract a god and a tiger to protect him."

"They both like to sleep on him too." Cassie laughs.

"How does he not suffocate?" Paxton mumbles curiously.

"Very carefully." Quill says as he gets up and takes the bowl from Cassie when the soup is finished.

He walks up to his and Scott's room and smiles when he finds the younger man sitting against his pillows and munching on crackers while watching tv. Emir was, of course, laying happily with his head in Scott's lap and chuffing whenever he pet his head or side.

"Hey babe. Brought some soup that Cassie and Maggie made." Quill says and Scott looks at him in confusion.

"Maggie?" Then realization dawns on him. "Oh god, I forgot they were coming to visit!"

"It's alright. They'd rather you worry about getting better than about them." Quill walks over and sets the soup down. "How was your nap?"

"It was okay. Feel less dead." Scott sniffles and carefully picks up the soup.

"Well I'll come cuddle with you later alright?"

"Okay. I've got Emir in the meantime." Scott pats the tiger again and the beast chuffs happily.

"Need anything else?"

"No. I don't think so. I'm good."

Quill smiles. "Alright…and I'm traumatizing Paxton so I'll tell you all about it later."

"Ooohhh! Tell him about the time on the ferris wheel!" Scott says with a grin and Quill cackles.

#antlord #peter quill #scott lang #cassie lang #maggie lang #jim paxton #emir the tiger #flynn the fox

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Just a Bug (whumptober 8)

Pneumothorax, exotic illness, definitely just a cold

Two non-humans try to figure out what it means that Five has a stuffy nose and sore throat.

TW: scars, partial nudity (non sexual)

“I think I’m broken.” Movements lethargic, I drag myself into the other half of our one-room apartment and slump into a chair.

Thian looks up from his fishbowl, which is still empty, even though I’ve carefully set aside money everyday we’ve been here for a fish fund so he can buy one of the big-eyed goldfish they sell near the ports. “Which bone?”

“Me,” I repeat. The sound gets caught a little above my nose and makes my face vibrate, which sets my neck off hurting again. My whole body aches, dull throbbing pain like nothing I’ve experienced before. No bones are broken, I checked for bruises, and yet my thighs, knees, elbows, and shoulders ache, worse when I move but even when I’m not, like I was beaten yesterday, except deeper than that, and more annoying. If I haven’t experienced it before, it means I haven’t inoculated myself against it, and since I don’t know what caused it, I can’t practice in the future. It’s not the worst I’ve felt, obviously; it’s just a low grade malaise. “I can’t smell anything.”

“That sounds bad.” Thian scratches his chin, no more sure what to do with this information than I. “Were you cursed?”

“Check me for pointers?” Wincing with each movement, I pull off my outer layers so he can see if someone’s written anything on my skin that would allow a malevolent spiromancer to target me long-distance, and even though he’s a) not human, b) a shapeshifter, and c) definitely seen me naked because he’s taken my form before, it gives me skin crawlies to stand there, unmoving, while he inspects me.

And all for nothing because he shrugs and says, “Maybe you were poisoned?”

I collapse back into a chair, head in my hands. Why can’t I breathe properly? Is someone trying to asphyxiate me? Couldn’t they have picked a faster method?

“Would food help?”

Ever since this stupid mission started, I’ve had to maintain characteristic scars on my wrist that mark me as a member of the Cult of Rhian, which means I can’t die and reform, my normal method of appeasing hunger. Don’t get me wrong, I love eating, but I normally do it for fun, whenever the mode strikes, not on such a regimented schedule. “Can you make something hot?” I wonder. “My throat hurts.”

“Throat too?” he asks as he coaxes the stove to life. Our apartment is, politely speaking, crap, and all that we can afford, even if I put the fish fund towards a better one. Being an assassin-in-training, it turns out, doesn’t pay well. “How about soup?”

I nod, not too hopeful, and as expected, the recipe goes wrong almost immediately as he adds the noodles too late, then bashes them into smaller pieces with a wooden spoon to get them all to fit in the broth. The floating pieces of meat look uncooked and he forgot to peel the egg before dropping it in, and it’s all for nothing anyway because he trips on the way back to the table and spills his hard work all over the floor.

“Hmm. That’s not ideal.”

“It’s not,” I agree, letting my head fall against the back of the chair. If I could just die, this whole situation would be over. Maybe we could redo the scars. I’d stay away from any Rhians for a while to make sure they didn’t notice the fresh wounds and we’d only be back a few months.

“Tea,” Thian decides. At least he can sort of cook that much.

Wenko arrives just as Thian places the cup in front of me, which is to say about an hour later. She tosses her robes onto a hook, revealing wrists scarred by the same triple line pattern as mine, and trades outside shoes for slippers before stepping over the doorframe. “Your meeting is in half an hour. Why are you still here?”

“I’m broken,” I inform her, and my voice sounds even worse than before. I want to lie down on our single bed and pile as many blankets over me as we have but the thought of walking makes me shiver. Actually, these shivers might be a different thing. Why am I shivering? “Is it cold out?”

“It’s summer, of course not.” She places the back of her hand on my forehead and clicks her tongue. “You’re sick.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re sick. You have a sickness.”

“Cursed.”

“No, you have,” she says slowly, “a cold.”

“I am cold.”

“Have you never been sick before?”

I shake my head, which makes my swollen neck ache.

“Grant me patience,” she mutters under her breath. Louder: “Come on, let’s get you in bed. Do you want soup?”

“Thian spilled it. I need to go to the meeting.”

“Not on my watch, you don’t.” Gently, she helps me hobble to our bed and, without even being asked, piles blankets over my limp body. A minute later, there’s soup on the bedside table and, when I can’t get an arm close enough to reach the spoon, she sits at my side and feeds it to me herself. The warmth helps my throat, though it does nothing to quell the shivers. “I can get you medicine when I leave. It should keep the fever down.”

“What is sick?” wonders Thian. “I’ve never heard of this.”

Wenko rolls her eyes. “I should’ve known the demon and the moirai wouldn’t know the next thing about being human. Sickness travels in the air or on surfaces. If you breathe it in, it infects you too.”

“It gives you fever?” asks Thian.

“The fever is your body trying to fight the sickness. It makes you very hot until all the sickness dies.”

“Humans also die when they are made very hot.” As if to prove his point, he places his hand on the still hot stove, allowing his facsimile of flesh to burn away and reform moments later, now a new color. As if noticing the mismatch, he quickly changes the rest of his skin to match the new shade, then grows his hair a few inches longer, presumably just for the fun of it.

“That is the irony of sickness. Here.” Wenko places the lip of a cup at my mouth. “This will help you sleep. I’ll cancel the meeting.”

“If I don’t mean her, she’ll…” I trail off and take a sip of her tea, which is drop dead delicious, and not only because most of me wishes I could drop dead right now.

“I’ll take care of everything. You need to rest.” She blows out the lamp near my bed and I realize, for the first time, how much light was hurting my eyes.

As I drift in and out of consciousness, I can hear her pattering about in the kitchen, occasionally chastising Thian for getting underfoot. When night falls, so does activity all around. Thian doesn’t need to sleep, but Wenko does. I half expect her to crawl into bed with me and prepare myself for the misery of getting up and dragging a blanket to the floor so I can sleep without feeling anyone else’s body heat, but she just drags a chair to the edge of the bed and, as she mops at my sweaty brow, begins to sing softly.

“You can sleep,” she promises when the song ends. “Nothing bad will happen, I’ll be sure of it.”

Her voice travels through my dreams, always singing, always promising that just this once, I could let someone take care of me and everything would be okay.

#whumptober2021 #no.8 #definitely just a cold #oc #fic #scars #partial nudity #whump writing #whump community #comfort fic #sick fic #five #thian #demon brain go brr

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commission for @jabbloo 🥺❤️❤️❤️💕dslfsd omg

Lena might have dressed too lightly for their trip today, but damned if she’s going to admit that to Ray after the way she chewed Ray out for suggesting it. She’d insisted things like, “You worry too much!” and “I’m an adult, you know?” in response to his caution, but braving the autumn chill is much easier in theory than in practice, so when Ray walks ahead she rubs at her arms as goosebumps prick her skin. It’s quiet as they walk through the verdant forest, the crush of grass beneath their feet muffling their footsteps, and the quiet makes her restless. “Hey, Ray!” She calls, catching up to walk slightly ahead. “Why don’t we grab some herbs while we’re out? Exercise is nice and all, but a day off is no reason to slack.”

Ray’s surprised at first, but a smile quickly tugs at his lips. “That’s true. I thought you might like a day off,” he says, and a flash of teeth turns his grin into something wry, “but knowing you, every moment’s just an opportunity to get something done, right?”

Lena grins, bright and open. “Yep! No reason to sit around waitin’ when you could be doing something useful. This way we’ll have a few more herbs around before we’ve gotta go get more.” Lena wanders on ahead, heartened with her new purpose, occasionally stepping into the undergrowth when she spots a familiar leaf or bloom. She carefully puts each one into her bag as she find them so they aren’t destroyed. Ray watches her busy herself as they steadily progress through the forest and a warm contentedness spreads out from his chest. She’s a hard worker—anyone can see that—but Lena is more than her stalwart bullheadedness. Ray has seen the way she talks to a patient while assisting around the clinic, and he’s seen the way she’ll quietly get things done while he’s busy so that he returns to less work than expected. Lena is headstrong, to be sure, but she’s kind too, and gentler than anyone would expect of her at first glance. He’s glad to have her back, and not just because she’s handy to have around.

“Lena, you know you missed a bunch over here?” He calls, and a moment later her head pops up amidst a tangle of fern leaves. Ray continues, “No wonder I always collect more than you if you leave this many behind!”

His tone is teasing, but Lena’s outraged at the suggestion. “What! No way! You think you collect more than me with those tiny arms?” Her should startles a small bird and it takes off from a nearby branch. “All right, that’s it! I’ll show you what a real armful looks like!” And, just as he predicted, she gets back to her task with twice the fervor as before. Ray laughs, plucking the few fronds he found and slipping them into his own bag. At this rate they won’t have to go on another supply trip for a while. Even though it delays them, her enthusiasm is too infectious to damper.

Naturally, they reach the lookout point behind schedule and Lena is dragging her feet as Ray settles beneath the tree. It’s a place he discovered a while back—an open field hidden within the forest that looks out onto the Aakhen colony. “Please tell me you’ve got some food in that thing,” Lena complains, flopping down next to him with a huff. “I’m seriously beat. Who knew plants grew so fast? Didn’t we just come this way last week?”

Ray’s smile is soft, and he forgoes reminding her that that was a different, if similar-looking path. From his bag, he procures a modest feast, enjoying the way Lena’s face lights up, eyes huge, with each new dish he procures. “You didn’t think I was going to make you hunt for your own food on your day off, did you?” He asks with a sly smile.

Lena’s practically bouncing in place where she sits in the grass, eyes darting between the dishes and trying to figure out which one to eat first. Ray isn’t a particularly good cook, but Lena’s so hungry right now that she doesn’t care. “Oh man, Ray. This looks so good. I could kiss you right now, you know?” The words are out before she realizes it and her eyes dart up to him, shocked and guilty. Half a smile is frozen on Ray’s face, and they just stare at each other a few heartbeats before Lena abruptly tacks on, “To… distract you so I can take your helping too!”

Eager to not focus on just how effective that strategy would be, Ray laughs, breathless, and says, “Even now you’re working on your battle strategy?” His teasing tone is undermined by the nervous way he watches her take the first bite. “I’ve been working on this,” Ray says, uncharacteristically nervous as she chews. “You know I’m more of a healer than a cook, but I’ve been practising.” He feels self-conscious admitting it, even just to Lena. “You don’t have to eat it if it’s not—” He’s cut off when Lena holds up a hand, still chewing, to silence him. The quiet hangs in the air like a promise as she finishes her bite.

“This is really good,” she says, but Ray’s skeptical expression makes her backtrack, crossing her arms in thought. “I mean, it’s a little on the salty side, and a little overcooked…” She holds up both hands when he deflates. “No, listen! I’ve had your cooking before and it was, uh, not good. Sorry. But this is…” Words always fail her when she needs them the most. “This is good, Ray. Maybe just…” She glances around at the shrubs nearby and up into the trees. “I guess we can’t cook any eggs without making a fire,” she says, thoughtful, “but I’m sure there’s something—Oh!” Lena’s face lights as she digs into her bag, rummaging around until she finds one of the plants. “See, normally we use the leaves of this one for a poultice,” she says, turning the plant over in her hand, “but these little seed capsules actually make a great spice.” To demonstrate, Lena breaks off some of the seeds and crushes them in her palm, sprinkling the resulting powder over her serving, then Ray’s. “Little details like that actually make a big difference,” she explains, once she’s done. “But I don’t need to tell you that, do I?”

The words stick like a thorn in his clothes, because Ray hadn’t even considered adding a spice. He’d assumed they’d be hungry and wanting food after that walk. The realization makes him smile. “Actually, I don’t know where I’d be without most of what you say.” Maybe it comes out a little too affectionate because when he takes a spoonful of his newly spiced food and glances back up at her, Lena’s staring at him like he just ate his own coat. Ray feels his face heat up and a panicked, “This is really good!” bursts from him before he can think of anything clever to say.

Lena stares at him for a few heartbeats before bursting out laughing. At first, Ray can only watch her in shock as she clutches her stomach, smile pulled wide across her face, absolutely howling in the otherwise-still forest. “You made it!” She laughs, downright uproarious. “Don’t sound so shocked, Ray, geez!”

“No, that’s what’s so shocking about it!” He insists, amusement rippling in his voice, and then they’re both laughing under the tree. It’s easy as anything, comfortable as the warmest bath Ray’s ever had and all the silk sheets he used to take for granted. It’s so easy, and when he looks into her eyes when they’ve both caught their breaths, it feels right, too.

After their meal, they still have some time left before sunset. Leaning up against the tree and looking out over the Aakhen colony, Ray points out all the places that they know. “And that’s where I get that nice lavender tea for the patients,” he explains, “the woman there blends it herself.”

“Oh,” Lena’s engrossed even as the chill creeps up her arms. “The one whose daughter you saved?”

She can feel Ray’s warmth where the soft fabric of his shirt touches her arm, and the way his body shifts when he laughs. “I would hardly call it saving,” he says, good-natured, and his leg relaxes as he tells the story, brushing against hers, “but she was quite ill, yes. They keep trying to give me a discount now, even though I barely did anything.”

“That’s so you to say,” Lena responds with a playful nudge, but before she can continue, a shiver goes through her, and goosebumps crawl right up to her shoulder.

Ray straightens up, casting a worried glance over her, looking every inch the healer he is. “I told you to dress warmer,” he chides, draping one arm across her shoulders and reaching around to pull his cloak over her. “There,” Ray says. “Better?”

Indeed, Lena is suddenly feeling much warmer than a moment ago. “Yeah,” she mumbles, “It’s not that cold, though.” Especially not when she glances up and finds that he’s much closer than she imagined. “Uh,” Lena’s eyes shift awkwardly to the sprawling Aakhen colony beneath them. “Wait, let me find the clinic.” She squints into the distance, thinking aloud as she tries to read the view like a map. “Well, if that’s where we buy the bandages…” She traces her finger through the air, following the narrow streets she knows so well. It takes her a minute, but, “Oh! It must be that one! The one with the slanted roof.”

Lena can feel Ray’s laugher, warm and rich, in her own chest. “Yep, you’ve got it. Looks like I tricked you into learning geography on your day off. Don’t be mad”

As if she could be angry with him. “It was fun,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder, comfortable now. “It’s always fun with you. Maybe we should get married so I don’t have to figure out what to do when you’re not around.”

Ray stiffens against her and fear floods her veins like ice. She looks up at him to laugh it off, but Ray’s face is so close that it makes her stomach turn over. His eyes are as grey as she’s always known, but this close she can see the green in them too, like a field of grass hidden amidst stone.

She inhales, but Ray speaks first. “I’d like that,” he says simply, and the flush rises in his cheeks before he catches himself. “Um, I mean, if you were to stick around. The other thing, well…” They’re quiet, staring at the remnants of their lunch, the field sprawled out before them, and the spot where their knees touch. The scent of winter is in the air and the taste of their shared recipe is on their tongues. The silence is unusual, but it doesn’t make her restless any more. Ray swallows, then speaks up, “If that’s something you’d like, I’d be happy to have you, Lena.” He turns his eyes to hers once more. “As my wife, I mean.”

Something slots into place for Lena then that she hadn’t understood before. She’s happy with Ray in a different way than when she travels or trains. She’s comfortable with him, excited to return to him after a long day. Looking up at him, she realizes it: She wants to return to him.

A smile breaks across her face like sunshine over water. “All right,” she says, casual, and shock shatters Ray’s expression. “Don’t look so surprised!” Lena laughs. “I was the one who suggested it, after all.” She nestles against him, letting his warmth spread through her. “Yeah. We’ll get married, then. And we’ll live…” She lifts a hand, pointing into the distance, towards the building that smells like spice and smoke. “There. In the house with the slanted roof. And I’ll always collect more herbs than you.”

Ray is smiling down at her, softer than she’s ever seen. “All right,” he agrees, pulling her closer. “Let’s do it.”

#this was such a pleasure to write omg... please we are best friends now #thank you for commissioning me!!

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🦴 My Ana Rules! ⚠️TW⚠️

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DO NOT VEIW IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN ED! PLEASE DO NOT READ IT IF YOU DO NOT HAVE ONE! I WOULD TURN BACK BUT ITS TOO LATE SO PLEASE TURN BACK WHILE YOU CAN! IF YOU HAVE ONE PLEASE GET HELP IF YOURE READY! I HATE MY EATING DISORDER AND SO WILL YOU IF YOU GET ONE BECAUSE OF ME!!!!

🍴𝙁𝙊𝙊𝘿 😋

Bad foods:

👎🏼Olive Oil

👎🏼Coconut Oil (not as bad but not suggested because it tastes gross anyways)

👎🏼Avocado

👎🏼Butter

👎🏼Ghee (idk what this is but the internet just said it was fatty)

👎🏼Yogurt (Except greek)

👎🏼Cheese

👎🏼Peanut butter

👎🏼Flax Seeds

👎🏼White pasta

👎🏼Bread ESPECIALLY BAGELS

👎🏼Mashed Potatoes

👎🏼Rice

👎🏼Ranch (but ilyyyyyyy)

👎🏼Granola

👎🏼Bananas

👎🏼Corn

👎🏼Peas

👎🏼Potatoes or Sweet Potatoes

👎🏼Chips or Fries

👎🏼Raisins

👎🏼Candy or Icecream

👎🏼Pizza

👎🏼Meat other than grilled chicken (My preference)

👎🏼Buttered Popcorn (except skinny pop)

Safe Foods:

✨Fish (Salmon and Mahi are the best)

✨Grilled chicken

✨Any fruits or veggies except bananas, avocados, potatoes, corn or peas

✨Green Tea

✨Sugar Free Foods (under 100 cals)

✨Skinny Pop

✨Sugar free jello

✨Eggs

✨Chili Peppers

✨Gum

✨Dark chocolate

✨Apple Cider Vinegar (If you are willing but it may effect your teeth so i’d suggest to wash you’re mouth but not brush teeth)

✨Blue Berries (BURNS FAT!!!)

✨Cinnamon

✨Greek Yogurt

✨Raw Veggies

✨Soup

✨Salad

✨Nuts

✨Oats

✨Straight up honey

✨Water (bruh)

✨Diet Sodas (that are 0 cal)

✨Ginger

✨Any thing super low in fats and under 100 cals

I suggest eating fat burning items or low fat items and also low calorie items too so you can eat a bunch of them and not have to worry like fruits and veggies! This was just my foods list also the calories depend on the brand except for natural items so i didn’t include them. I usually try to stay under 300 calories when i’m not fasting. I also suggest eating more than i do and allowing more items i’m just strict on myself. 🍇

🏋️𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙎 💪

This is my personal but i like to have a total net of -1000 or -900 calories (because i’m so young this doesn’t even burn but 3-4 pounds a week), i suggest more like 300 a day net 😅

What i like to do to burn those calories are:

✨ My 500 calorie workout- You can find this in one of my 30 day thinspo challenges.

✨Take cold baths- For my average time i’m in the bath I burn around 399 calories check out one of my older posts on how many calories you burn when in the cold bath for a certain time.

~Also I exchange for every night (because i lovveeeeee hot baths) so i take a hot bath one night but i do 2 rounds of my 500 calorie workout and then if it’s a cold bath night i do one 500 workout and a cold bath to burn 399 calories, also that’s on fasting days. On my restrictive days i burn 300 (look up ways there’s a bunch) and then a cold bath and one workout or two workouts and a hot bath.

😑 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙊𝙈 💤

Days with none or lack of food can feel extremely lonnnggggggggg or can be extremely boring, here are something’s i do when i’m hungry, craving, or bored and trying not to eat~

✨Look at inspiration

✨Sleep

✨Excersize

✨Scroll on tumblr

✨Listen to music

✨Brush my teeth (stops cravings and makes ur teeth pretttyyyyy)

✨Bathe

✨Online School (CoRoNa TiMe or if you actually do this)/Homework

✨Clean out my food hiding place (if parents aren’t home)

✨Draw or do art

✨Shop Online (or irl after quarantine)

✨Plan Outfits for tomorrow

✨Text my frenz

✨Walk my dog

✨Bake (! DISCLAIMER !: I UNDERSTAND BEING IN THE KITCHEN IS AWFUL FOR CRAVINGS BUT JUST ONLY THINK ABOUT NOT EATING WHAT YOU’RE MAKING AND BEING KIND AND GIVING IT TO FAMILY)

✨Write down calories for when your away from the screen and around food

✨Think about how good hungry feels compared to how that food tastes

✨Hang out with friends but not if they are going out to eat (when this is over)

✨Study

✨Watch fat people eating/Fat people mukbangs

✨Watch fat people cringe or dancing cringe

✨Look at the mirror

💔𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙉𝙎 🥺

This will be referring to your questions and concerns about your eating disorder and ,if you are not ready to receive help (please do if you can), how to reply to your parental figures, families, and friends concerns and questions.

Your Questions and Concerns~

“What about my hair falling out?”

👒 If your hair is falling out i would suggest to look up ways to keep thinning hair in good condition and also buy hair strengthening products if possible. 👒

“I can’t do this!”

💞 DO NOT i repeat DO NOT DO THIS IS YOU DO NOT WANT TO! but if you want to but believe you can’t, just remember to stay strong and you got this!!! 💞

“Is it bad that i’m so cold always?”

🧤I mean it’s going to happen, it’s a symptom of not eating and also a symptom of being thin so it’s gonna happen. I suggest just putting on a jacket or a few layers of clothes on your cold area🧤

“How do i dodge meal time?”

🍽 Dodging mealtime is the worst struggle for me like ever! I just can’t do it! I also feel awful wasting food but if it comes to being thin, there’s no choice. I usually say i’m going to the bathroom and start up a conversation before and continue talking about it while leaving so they don’t notice i’m taking my plate to the bathroom and i just put it in my hiding place in my room (that’s right next to the bathroom) and if your room isn’t close to the bathroom then find a hiding place in the bathroom wether it’s putting a container under the towels or in a shelve i’ll find a place but then take a little longer and if they ask what took so long say you were fixing your hair (if you say this do it but fast) or you were trying to clean under your nails with soap, if they notice less food say you got hungry while fixing your hair (i recommend the hair one)🍽

“Why isn’t the ABC diet/Rainbow diet/other diets not working for me but others do?”

👎🏼This is because either you didn’t count cals correctly or because you didn’t workout enough but a lot of the time these are just not not for some people like a lot of diets aren’t enough for my preferred daily weight loss or are too high calorie for me to lose anything. 👎🏼

“How do i answer questions or comments my friends and family make?”

👇🏼 Answers are below! 👇🏼

Family and friends questions, comments, and concerns~

“Have you lost weight?”

-I suggest answering like “Not that i know of” or maybe “I’ve been sick” but for that one make sure your parents know you have recently so if one of them are asked by the family member who asked they say you were or lastly “I don’t think so, but i just started putting more effort into [sport you play or are practicing] recently so maybe but if any just a little.”-

“Are you okay? I’ve noticed you’ve lost weight?”

-I would say “Oh i’m totally great! I don’t think i’ve lost weight?”-

“You look great! Have you lost weight?”

-I would reply with “Oh thank you! Maybe a little, I’ve been eating healthier lately so maybe that made my skin clearer and me a little slimmer that’s all.” and the always “Not that i know of but thank you so much! May be it’s my new [clothing item], I think it flatters me!”-

“Are you sick?”

-I would say “No, I wouldn’t be at this gathering would i?” say it in a laughing tone not rude.-

“Jeez you’re a stick”/“Oh my god you’re so skinny!”

-I think you could just roll your eyes at “Jeez you’re a stick” and say “What?” at the second one.-

“Do you have an Eating Disorder?”

-This is very risky! I would only make an excuse if you are just not ready to get help yet. Please receive help if you can! but my excuse would be “What’s that, never heard of it?” and if they explain just say “Wow thats really weird i wonder why people would act like that?!”-

“Eat.”

-Classic “I already ate.”, “No thanks maybe in a bit!” and lastly “I had a big [meal before].”-

🦷 𝙃𝙔𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙀 🧼

Here are some eating disorder hygiene issues that and i will provide ways to prevent or deal with these.

•Lack of bodily functions (urination and excretion/defecation) ✨:YES I KNOW DISGUSTANG!!! as you should know under eating and drinking (which sometimes people under drink during eating disorders?) will have the effect of lack of these practices. i don’t think there are any healthy ways to prevent this if you are restricting and i DO NOT promote laxatives they can kill you! although i would deal with this simply by just not caring and maybe eating fruit which can help lol sorry i understand this is disgusting.

•Dental Hygiene ✨: as some people know the act of purging is common which can effect your dental hygiene and can even rot your teeth. i do not promote purging (or any other disordered eating acts BUT ESPECIALLY NOT PURGING!)! it is going to hurt you physically and mentally so if anything maximum restrict. but as we know you can’t just fix it by saying that so here are some tips to prevent teeth rot from purging~ {1. Don’t brush your teeth right after! this dissolves the enamel even more! 2. Floss and rinse mouth with water/mouthwash straight after 3. if you can, chew and spit an anti-acid} also anorexia can weaken bones and as we know teeth are bones so i just advise to brush your teeth every morning and night! 🦷✨

•Body Hair ✨: I understand this is also gross too but people who don’t care enough i want you to at least have good hygiene so if you starve enough to get lanugo (excess hair growth caused by cold temperatures due to starvation). You can keep these hairs or remove them i would advise to shave so you can appear nice but if you don’t care and would like to stay warm keep the hair!

🦴 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙊 💞

This is something i find very sad because it’s very exclusive. so many POC are struggling with this evil illness are rarely seen in thinspo and if so they usually aren’t just modeling by themselves but with another pale person. I suggest that if you have a certain amazing attributes to you and your body look for thin people that are like you, and also the lack of curly hair in the industry is disappointing as well. I’d also just like to say most models are white, with blonde or brown hair and blue eyes but that literally is so exclusive so please just somebody find a diverse page. I’ll be posting some if i can find any! 🌎💞

When i find more things to write about i’ll add more xx 💖

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #446

“so you can throw me to the wolves / tomorrow i will come back, leader of the whole pack”

Favourite cheese? American. Superman or Batman? I know literally nothing of Superman, but I like Batman. Who are your best friends? The only person I consider a best friend is Sara. Name the 3 most important people in your life: My mom, Sara, and... I suppose myself since I cherish my mental health VERY deeply. Are you currently learning from anyone how to play any instruments? No. Do you know anyone who is overly flirty with people? Girl or a boy? In my personal opinion, yes. I do believe it's possible to be "overly" flirty, considering you can really lead people on. It's a she. Do you believe vampires are real? Not the stereotypical Twilight kind. No. Have you ever been to a porn website? Were you addicted to it afterword? No. I'm really not into that. What is the most disgusting thing you think the opposite sex can do? I think the most disgusting thing anyone can do is commit rape. Would you rather be able to teleport or freeze time? Which one seems best? I feel teleportation is obviously more convenient and useful in dangerous situations. Have you seen the movie Twister? Did the tornadoes look real to you? LKJFL;AKSDJFKLASJDLFKA;WE NOOOOOOOOOO. I am WAY too terrified of tornadoes to watch that. Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? Hurricane Floyd was pretty devastating. I was too young to really remember it, though. Did your mom ever fix your eggs and bacon into a smiley face as a kid? She probably did. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? BOJANGLE'S, AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Do you believe one day aliens might take over the planet Earth? I mean, it's possible, but I don't know. Do you remember when they used to actually throw candy out at parades? I didn't know they stopped. Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I couldn't possibly care less, it's a natural bodily function. Just because of societal standards though, I don't burp in public, though, but only around family and close friends. What is one kind of music you’d do anything to not listen to in the car? Anything like rap that has a STUPIDLY loud bass that just annoys everyone within a ten mile radius. When was the last time you babysat, if ever? Did anything bad happen? A year or two ago, for my nephew. No one else was free to watch him, so I had no choice. Nothing bad happened, besides nearly having a panic attack. Do you ever talk to people you met online through webcam? Or is that weird? No. Even Sara and I don't do it, because I'm too self-conscious of how I look. Even though she's seen me plenty before irl. Would you ever consider becoming a scientist? Why would you or why not? Well, I majored in biology briefly... I wanted to be a wildlife biologist. I just adore animals and thought I could do it. I just couldn't handle school. When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? I'm not especially close to any of my cousins. Are you really into vintage things? Have you ever been into that stuff? Yessss! is writing something that you enjoy doing? Definitely. Would you rather read or write? Write. Would you rather draw or take photographs? If I wind up being very proud of the product, I prefer drawing, but I take pictures far more. When was the last time you cheated at something? I have no clue. Has anyone ever copied off of your homework assignments? I think so? Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? ... *stares at my folder labelled "Mark"* What would you consider your favorite holiday? Why is this? Christmas. I love the whole vibe of it. The weather, the smells, the treats, my niece's and nephew's excitement... I adore all the lights and decorations, the gratefulness for family and your loved ones in general... I just love Christmas. If you’re a girl, do you have big hips? Too big? I'd say my hips are normal. Girls, do you think you look good in dresses or not? God no. Not anymore. Have you ever taken a pottery class before? Nope. How many times have you seen Star Wars? Be honest. Once. I didn't like it. Has your best friend ever made you cry? Yes. But in her defense, we've both made the other cry. Have you ever entered a talent competition? God no, I ain't got shit to flaunt. Are you smiling in your Facebook profile picture? Yes. If you wear eye shadow, do you put on a dark colour or a light? And if you wear mascara, what colour is it? I only ever wear black for both of those. What is your favourite Christmas movie? Jim Carrey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas. What do you get complimented on the most? My Markiplier tattoo, actually. What do you think of your best friend’s ex? One I REALLY don't like, the other I'm neutral about. Are you biracial? No. Do you have Pop-Tarts in your house right now? No. We try to not buy them, given they're just TOTALLY empty calories. They don't fill me at all. Is anyone’s birthday coming up? No. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? I LOVE sour candy. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Alaska, to see the Northern Lights. Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? I haven't driven in well over a year. Hell, maybe two. But no, because I'd need prescription sunglasses. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? God no. Has anyone taken their shirt off in front of you? Yeah. What time do you usually have dinner? 5:30-6:30, usually. What’s your favourite meat? Chicken, I think. What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Breakfast. I just enjoy breakfast foods. What colour is your shampoo? White. Tell me a silly little old wive’s tale you believed when you were a child: My older sister got me to believe that if you said a word a ridiculous amount of times, it'd be the only word you knew how to say anymore, lmao. Shut up, I was little. What was the last magazine you bought? Do you subscribe to any? I don't buy magazines. Whose Facebook profile did you last look at? Was there anything that caught your attention? Uh, that's a good question. Do you regret your last relationship? Not at all. What’s better, mashed potatoes or sweet potatoes? Mashed potatoes, though I'm picky with them and the texture. Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes, or pie with your grandma? No. Do you like kids? Not especially. They ask too many questions and can be really rude, even though I know they usually don't mean to be. What are you listening to? I'm watching Gab Smolders play Dino Crisis 2. I finished her playthrough of Final Fantasy X, so now I feel a void in my soul that I am trying to fill with a new series lmao. Do you burn incense? Not really anymore. I'm not against it, I just... haven't. What is your favorite kind of cracker? Cheese-Itz. Can you name a single song by Billy Joel without looking it up? Yeah; I can name a few, actually. My dad loves Billy Joel, so I heard him a lot growing up. "Piano Man" is a classic. Do you like regular peppermint candy canes, or do you prefer different flavored ones [fruits, bubble gum, cinnamon, etc.]? I actually really like the Jolly Rancher ones. Have you ever been kissed while sitting atop the hood of a car? That's actually possible... but I'm not sure. I think I have a faint memory of lying on a car hood with Jason before. What do you think is the dumbest/tackiest piercing? I don't like calling a piercing either of those, like if they make someone feel more confident and attractive, good for them. I can say I'm personally not a fan of the smiley piercing, though. Have you ever requested a song on the radio? No. When I was a kid at a birthday party, though, one of the girls did. Does your mother still take care of you if you get ill? She helps a lot, yeah. What is one song that always brings back memories every time you hear it? Honestly, too many. I attach way too aggressively to songs. Do you currently have any pimples? Not currently, no. Did anything disturb your sleep at all last night? Ugh, yes. I couldn't sleep for shit. How does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? I have only seen one picture of Jason with the girl he dated after me and it. Set. Me. On. Fucking. Fire. It's pathetic. If you’re not in college, why? All it did was give me emotional breakdowns. What do you think about MTV? I am way too out of the loop on what goes on on any TV channel to answer this. What was your very first day of your very first job like? What’d you do? How long did it take you to get the hang of it, and feel comfortable with working? This was waaaay too long ago... All I remember is actually being hopeful, though nervous. I never got to the point of feeling comfortable there. Or at any job. If you have a dog, are they friendly to strangers or other dogs? We don't have a dog, but we do have a cat that is EXTREMELY skittish around strangers. Someone he doesn't know comes through the door? He's bolting to hide. Do people ever comment on or joke about your driving? Well, I got flipped off once by a driver, so... I'd consider that a silent comment. I, to this day, don't know why they (it was a group of guys) did it, but it's stuck with me. What was the last thing to move you? Are you easily moved or inspired? The ending of FFX alsdkfjkaljlkwjer. And yes. If you`ve ever seen your very favorite band, did you cry when you saw them? Was it like a dream come true? If you`ve never seen them, do you think you would? I haven't, but I probably would a little bit. Of all the reality competitions you’ve watched, who are some of your all-time favorite contestants and what shows were they from? From America's Got Talent, I adore(d) Landau Eugene Murphy Jr., as well as Prince Poppycock. I keep up with them both on Facebook. Ever had a friend named Alex or John? One of my closest online friends was Alex. A couple years ago she just... got a boyfriend and fell off the face of the earth. Are you happy with your relationship status? I mean... no, I'm ridiculously lonely, but being single is for the best right now. What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Just ketchup and mustard. Have you ever been in a spelling bee? No. What is the most annoying thing that your parents do? Mom absolutely always assumes she's right. Dad repeats himself like CRAZY. Would you say you’re someone who has good manners? Yes. Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Actually, the doctors couldn't determine mine (or any of Mom's kids') because my legs were ALWAYS crossed when they did ultrasounds. Mom says she "knew" I was a girl, though. Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? I'm addicted to caffeine, yes. Who makes the best desserts in your entire family? Hm, I dunno. Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? I have very severe sleep apnea that results in very violent nightmares almost any time I sleep without my APAP mask. Even WITH the damn mask, I have them a lot. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? *shrug* Do you have trouble reading small fonts? Yes. I used to find it aesthetically pleasing, but my vision is just too bad now, even with my (shitty) glasses. Do you know anybody that believes that magic/witchery truly exists? I think so. Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting & fascinating? Absolutely!! The last time you had sex: did you want it, or did the other person want it? ... You know it's supposed to be a mutual desire, right?? What does your sibling(s) call you? "Britt." Has anyone you’ve known claimed to be psychic? Maybe? I'm unsure. Did/do you believe them? Hell no. I don't believe in psychics and believe people who claim to be so are manipulative pieces of shit. Is anything annoying you right now? I am bored to an inexplicable level askldjfla;wejlr. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Yeah. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? No. Have you ever felt abandoned? Well yes. By definition, my dad abandoned our family. Where are you? I’m in my bed. What’s been the worst part of this day? I've just been so, so bored. I'm sick and fucking tired of dealing with anhedonia. Who last encouraged you to better yourself? My therapist.

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bawkrya · 3 years

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Ok i’m answering all the questions from that one ask meme bc i was basically sent all of them from discord friends

🌳How does your clan use the landscape of their territory to their benefit. Do they alter it?

To give background on what Phrauge’s territory actually looks like, a LOT of it is actually desert. The sand is a deep red, and despite being a desert, dig a shallow hole and it’ll be filled with a toxic liquid that the scientists in the clan are still trying to figure out. Anura, the main city, kind of sits at the beginning of the desert, but is surrounded by trees in kind of a U shape. Then the Malignant Redwood, a super toxic jungle, sits along the border of Shadow

BUT! The main thing Phrauge has done is found a way to solidify the sand in a dragon-friendly way in order to make homes. A lot of homes are directly connected to the ground, so sloped homes are a common occurrence. It wasn’t until recent years that Phrauge started using balanced concrete pads to start building houses/other buildings. The one HUGE altercation they’ve made above ground was when Bawkrya started expanding their territory into the Redwood, where he built his home

The trees, plants, and animals found at the location his home is in was sent off to mages, scientists, etc. to be studied-- he actually didn’t plan to build a house there until it was offered to him

UNDER Phrauge is a dragon-made cave system for the most part that was expanded into an underground city, and the houses/buildings there share a similar look in that they’re built from the stones and all that. A good portion of the “Higher Mall” is carved into the walls of the cavern.

🏠What are the housing accommodations? Any architectural influences?

There’s housing in basically every part of Phrauge. Due to how old Phrauge is as a Clan, the majority of this housing are tall apartment like buildings where families have lived for several generations. These apartments tend to be PRETTY large as they accommodated Imperials and other large species for the most part

While the majority of the house will be made out of sand/concrete, wooden decor, supports, etc. are implemented throughout it, but like especially for decoration. Bone is also a common decoration, with both wood and bone being carved with smooth and stupid intricate designs.

For the wooden and bone decor like that, for apartments that had several generations in them, some of the decor may tell stories of those who lived there, or list position in the clan, or have a family tree. If the family ever moves from these houses, the decoration is either taken with them or sent to historians in order to preserve them

Also Phrauge really loves some tiling. Tiled floors with wooden walls is pretty common, esp with how customizable it can be. Despite the popularity, there’s not too many dragons in the clan who actually make tile-- so there’s maybe three or four dragons really well known for the tiles they’ve made.

As for influences, there’s a LOT. If you can think of a style, it’s most likely sitting somewhere in Phrauge. the housing described above is moreso the style that belongs to the clan, but since a LOT of dragons are moving in from various flights, housing of different looks tend to drop in all the time

❤️How are hatchlings raised? By the clan? Just the parents? Just one parent? Is there a nursery for eggs? How is that set up if so?

It really depends on the area. In Anura, it’s generally only the parents raising the kids, given how many different dragons run through the major city from different flights, but there are plenty of childcare options for parents who may be in the higher ranks of the clan. There’s mostly daycares, but teens can make a living off of babysitting!

In Gabbro, a smaller city based near the Earth border, it’s more communal based. Less tourists go through that area, so everyone knows just about everyone, and with how much security is in place, parents are generally at ease letting their kids run around doing more simple errands.

As for underground, it’s almost strictly just the parents. While Bawkrya is trying to make it a more safe city, dragons still try to do shady business there, and it’s an overall much more strict setting. Most families don’t live there unless they have to-- for ex; the home has belonged to a family for a long time. Still, for those on the richer side, they mostly keep security in place for that home in favor of buying a new one aboveground.

For members of the clan who are Officials, children are usually taken care of by other officials, or by specifically hired babysitters/tutors. For example if Xentheryn and Akeldama, the two official Blood Mages/Scholars of the clan, were to have children, Bawkrya (leader), Fortinbras & Valencia (Head of Trade/Supreme General), etc. would be some of the few who may keep an eye on the kid(s).

🌧How do they lay their dead to rest? Is it a cemetery? A hall of the dead? An item crafted to remember them by?

Due to the nature of the sand in Phrauge, most if not all are cremated. This is mostly so dragons may keep their family with them, as there really isn’t anywhere to bury someone. On top of that, Imperials used to make up the majority of the clan, so bodies couldn’t be buried even if the family wanted them to be.

Some families may build temple-like concrete buildings in order to store the urns of their deceased. These buildings are generally small, and located near the woods. They’re also able to be moved from where they’re placed if needed-- which is why Bawkrya, with the permission of the families, relocated a lot of these temples to a specific area thats under more security.

These temples are protected by a magic talisman that’s fueled by the living family. So, unless you’re blood related or otherwise bound to the talisman, you won’t be able to go in or move these temples. If a family no longer has a surviving member, it is usually bound to the clans Immortal (TBA Dragon), who will continue fueling it so long as their loyalty lies in Phrauge.

For Dragons of higher rank, with the families permission, their urn may be placed in the Capital Building. Urns in this building are protected by two talismans, one fueled by the family, and the overarching one fueled by the Immortal.

In the temples, important items that belonged to the dragon may be set next to the urn. For ex: Bridal Boas, small weapons, journals, etc. As for items families may keep, since jewelry is super popular in the clan, Rings, Necklaces, and other forms of jewelry are typically worn by the dragons Heir, or whoever they may have left it to. Bawkryas pendants are a well known example-- it’s rumored they belonged to his mother, but they only thing known for sure is that it was passed onto him when he was young.

⚔️How do they get along with beastclans? Is there tension even if they get along well?

Honestly, pretty well. The most trouble Beastclan folk might face in Phrauge is from tourists who aren’t familiar with the laws set in place protecting them against dragons. So, many tend to live in the Gabbro instead of Anura.

Dragons also still have beastclan familiars, like Bawkrya does! Familiars in this sense are treated equally, and are more of a partnership between dragons, whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic. Familiar is just the universal title most end up using

🍽Any culinary inspirations or specialties?

There’s several Phrauge specific specialties, and every single one is a meat based dish. I don’t have names yet for them, but the most well known is a soup made from bone broth with lots of meat in it. Grouse is the most common choice of meat, with different sorts of seasoning, sauces, etc. depending on the region/who cooks it. Veggies and the like are mixed in too-- but again it’s all dependent on where you have it made

A special kind of beef jerky is super popular too, with magic based ingredients!

But, also, since plenty of dragons move into Anura every day, specialties from other clans or flights gain traction as well. Though-- nature specialties don’t really last long

🔑If your clan is land locked or lacks bodies of water how do you feed pescatarians? If its dry or frozen how do they feed herbivores? Does this area limit what dragons have joined your clan due to unstable dietary supplies?

A LOT of food is imported! Like a lot. Phrauge does a lot of trading among other clans/flights, so there’s rarely ever a shortage, especially since Bawkrya and Fortinbras have teamed up on trade. So, dragons aren’t really limited.

🎀Does certain clothing mean anything in your clan? Colors or items signal a rank or status like marriage, warrior, healer?

Bridal Boas are a super common, Phrauge specific thing. It’s something all partners in marriage wear, and something they make for each other. Bridal Boas are made from fur, decorative metals, and jewels. They don’t specifically have to be boas, just made out of fur! As for colors, white is the most common, but Reds, Dark Greens, and Dark Purples are other colors associated with marriage.

For Mages, they tend to wear metal masks with heavily jewelry. Xentheryn and Akeldama have the most prominent masks as they’re the Official mages, but all Mage related masks are decorated depending on what they specialize in. For those two specifically, being Blood mages, Red jewels, copper metal, etc. is used for their masks with more flowy designs

Bawkrya has a specific uniform he has to wear when doing Clan Ceremonies. The majority of this uniform is made from bone-- with the bones being from past enemies that Phrauge has defeated. The fabric used is from specific beasts too, all which past Leaders have killed themselves. Also, passed down jewelry and the like.

⭐️Is your clan healing magic based? Apothecary based? Surgical? A strange combination?

It’s more of a combination, with how many dragons there are. And, it really depends on the injury or illness a dragon may have. But, the most popular form is magic based, with most if not all mages in the clan basing their studies in healing.

✏️What are real world influences that have been implemented into your clan’s design or culture?

For fashion, a lot is inspired by the 1930s fashion from various countries! For a specific source, the fashion in Winter Begonia is a huge influence. I just tend to make the clothing sluttier LMFAO

so just really nice and layered tuxes and semi form fitting dresses. but in Phrauge theres boob windows somehow implemented. + STUPID heavy jewelry + LOTS of fur and potentially bones

#this is so much #Phrauge Lore

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