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magicalink · 1 year ago

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Sleep Headcanons💤

How your non-human husbandos need or not need to sleep. This is part of Better Find Husbandos AU and speaks of the times when reader was in a relationship with each of the boys. Contains: fluff! Domestic slice of life! Headcanons canon for Better Find Husbandos!

Characters: Venti, Albedo, Xiao, Scara/Wanderer/Kuni in order x female reader. (arranged in the order reader slept with them :3)

Venti

The body your dear wind spirit created to inhabit completely resembles the one of a human. Even if he is strong and resistant due to his nature, he needs to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, etc, to sustain this vessel without resorting to using his Archon or wind spirit powers, which cost energy that is no longer unlimited now that he doesn't have the Gnosis anymore.

Therefore, obviously, he totally needs to sleep. He sleeps every single night (or day, after a hangover) like any healthy human. That keeps him in shape and without the need to cheat and grab elemental or divine energy from his stash, which he only does when strictly needed. Because of this, in his humanoid, weakened state, it's really easy for him to get drunk. But if something very bad happens and he needs to sober up to protect you, he won't hesistate to grab that power and using it to strengthen or modify his body and fight alongside you.

As I said, he sleeps every night and he likes doing it with you. He was so happy when you gave him a room in your teapot, since then he didn't need to sleep on the street or sneaking under Diluc's vines to get shelter. But ever since you got intimate with him he doesn't use that room and to be perfectly clear, he has no intentions to go back to it. He crawls into your bed every single night and he loves it.

He uses the cute little pajamas you made for him when Barbara taught you how to sew, sleeping hat and all. He snuggles up to you and demands being little spoon. He snores all night, most of the time softly light a spring breeze, but some nights noisily like a hurricane, and he drools all over your pillow.

Albedo

Your dear friend Albedo, the chalkboy, the homunculus. It took a bit of time of friendship and some nights of sharing the bed with him whether because there was a snowstorm after you visited his lab and you were trapped or because he invited you with a straight face, but you learned about his sleeping habits too.

Very much like Venti, he needs to sleep and eat. He is a nice cook but he has weird tastes, such as eating spiders or so, but when he has guests he cooks decent food. He does have some resistance when it comes to spending some days without sleep, but it's not clear if this is due to his physical nature or his workaholic behavior. Sometimes he works for three days in his experiments running on 3 hours of sleep and caffeine seeminly unaffected. But besides those marathons, he does sleep regularly. He is careful with his health and the health of those close to him, like Klee and Sucrose, and he always exercises and eats healthy. (Matbe thst's why he is obsesses with the nutrients of spider and other unconventional foods) He is a grat brother and a grear friend and makes healthy foods for Klee and forces Sucrose in and out of bed whenever she is in one of those workaholic insomniac marathons or depressive strikes that prevent her from going out. After all, she doesn't have his superhuman resistance.

From the few times you slept with him, you know that he has a comfy double bed in a room behind his lab, sheltered from the frigid environment of Dragonspine. You were super comfy there, but honestly Albedo is kinda restless even when he sleeps. Apparently his curiosity doesn't stop even if he is dreaming, and he twitches and mumbles things about his experiments in his sleep. Sometimes he sits up, turns on the lamp, and writes notes on the notepad he keeps on the nightstand for when he gets ideas in the middle of the night. The few times you were with him, he apologized for waking you up, he gave you a warm smile and a gentle kiss and tucked you back, spooning you just to fall back asleep and mumble things about whopperflowers in your ear while his hand twitched like he was trying to write in his dreams.

Xiao

Xiao doesn't need to sleep. He can go an entire century without doing it, but it doesn't mean that doesn't take a toll on him, or that sleep doesn't help him. In fact, it's wonderful for his health, both psychological and physical, making him get stronger.

But sleeping is not easy for him. He hadn't slept in a long time, because he is scared of stopping his watch over Liyue for the smallest second, and because the nightmares he gets are atrocious.

It was only very deep into his relationship with you that you convinced him to sleep. The bond you have with him is so special, not only you cleanse his karmic debt energy but also your proximity manages to calm him down enough as to fall asleep. It took a long time to reach this stage but then when he laid by his side he could finally sleep, even if Venti was making a ruckus with his snoring and drooling. He loves him too, and wants to protect the both of you. So no, he doesn't need to sleep, and most of the time he is only keeping guard while in bed with you, enjoying the peace and quiet and your proximity, the sound of your breath. But sometimes he does relish in the luxury of sleeping by your side, and the morning after he always feels so refreshed that he feels like a different person: light, stronger, healthy.

He is a big spoon with an iron grip, his protective instincts never go down, not even when he is asleep.

Kuni

Ei created Kuni based on Khaenrian technology that aspired to create perfect humans, (such as Rinherdotir plans for Albedo) with a twist. She didn't want to create a human, he wanted a puppet that could fool humans into thinking that it was one of them.

She did succeed in making him indistinguishable from a human from head to toe. On the outside. But on the inside, he doesn't have the same organs humans have, (not even synthetic, improved humanly organs like the ones Albedo has) but synthetic organs that even if they are not like the ones of humans, they were designed to mimick their noticeable functions.

That is to say, as we all know, Kuni can drink and eat, and feel the flavor of the food. He loves bitter tea and despises sweets. But that doesn't mean he needs to expell those things. In fact, his "stomach" will dissolve everything with a potent acid which its recepy was lost along with Khaenria's demise.

So that's about all his bodily functions: he can perform them, to trick humans, because that was his original purpose. But he doesn't need to do it to survive. Eating, drinking, peeing, breathing. That is unnecessary keeping himself alive. That's just for show (As Kabukimono, not only he began drinking to pass as a human, but also he learned that he had to blink often to make humans less uncomfortable). Or for pleasure.

Because he knows you love when he breathes in your neck when he gives you kisses. And he loves to enjoy the flavor and aftertaste of a bitter black tea. Or to accompany you with a little platter of whatever you two are making for dinner for you and your glutton floaty companion.

Same goes for sleeping. He doesn't need to sleep. He could go an eternity without doing it and he would not die, his body would not get weaker. And as Kunikuzushi and Scaramouche, he never slept, he deemed it lowly and weak and he considered that the fact that he was able to wake himself from the slumber in which Ei put it was a signal of his superiority.

But sleeping is good for his mental health.

Ei planned his body meticulously, making sure to be in control of all his bodily functions. But as we all know, she everything regarding his mind slipped out of her control. She wanted a thoughtless, emotionless, empty puppet. But Kuni is so much more than that.

He had his own thoughts and emotions and desires from his first waking moment, and oh those feelings were human. They were so profoundly human Ei panicked and did what she did. Because if humans do have a soul, then Kuni definitely has one too.

And even if the body and brain don't tire, age or wear down, the mind does. The heart does. The soul does. Going around without sleeping won't make his body crumble, but it sure makes him stressed, irritable, depressed.

He got back in touch with the act of sleeping when he was still the Balladeer, when he started hooking up with you. Just to play. Just to experiment. After your passionate nights, he fell to the temptation of closing his eyes while you were cuddled up against him, nestled in his bed he never used before he met you. He was just planning to rest his eyes for a while, to experiment with those mundane pleasures. He never expected them to feel so good.

Nowadays, he loves sleeping. But it has to be with you. Otherwise, who would comfort him when he gets those atrocious nightmares??

When they don't haunt them, there's nothing better than to cuddle up against you in your shared bedroom in the Teapot after a long day. To close his eyes, hold you tight and relish in the warmth of your human flesh, of your steady breath, of your beating heart. Well, maybe there is something better: to wake up beside you the next morning and play with your hair until you wake up, laughing at you because you're grumpy that he interrupted your sleep.

He demands being big spoon all the time: he NEEDS to cling to you and cage you in his arms all night to feel like you will never abandon him because he truly doesn't want to end up alone again. He doesn't hate being little spoon though, it's just that it makes him feel so...vulnerable. Receiving love always makes him feel so vulnerable. Because it reminds him of how much he is convinced that he doesn't deserve it. So getting in contact with his feelings it's a struggle for him. He prefers when you hug face to face, when you nestle your face in his chest.

The same way he loves your human flesh, you love his truly special body. You love how cool it feels. It's not cold, it's just cool. His warmth is subtle, it's there, but it's not enough to make you sweat under the covers. He is the perfect cuddle buddy for summer! You love the way he syncs his breath to yours until you fall asleep. You love the sound you hear when you press your face to his chest. That sound you found that night when you held Scaramouche close for the first time in his camp. When you discovered it ticked.

He was defensive and ashamed back then, and he is insecure until today. He is convinced he doesn't have a heart, he can't press his ear to his chest, he can't hear the magical sound you claim to hear. He thinks it's your infatuation for him playing tricks with your mind.

But you know what you hear. When you nestle your face in his chest, on the left side, you can hear it. Tic, tac, tic, tac, steady, a mechanical sound ticking like a clock. Tictactictactictac, quickens, if you mamage to fluster him. It's the only sound that soothes your nights, along with your voice, so you sleep by his side every time you can.

But when you're away in yoyr travels, so busy or imprisoned in Meropide Fortress for stealing Furina's cake that you can't even go back to spend the night in the Teapot, what can he do?

He doesn't wanna sleep. There is no point. He has spent ages without doing it, so he can keep going without sleeping until you come back.

But...

He is now a college student, and the mental health toll of having to keep up with the Akademiya classes, his classmates that seem to chase him everywhere, and the constant deadlines of his thesis is too much to bear without sleeping. He knows he wouldn't be able to survive that hell without ending up snapping and kicking some sage's butt if he doesn't sleep regularly. He doesn't want to upset Nahida, so he does sleep when he has time. But it's just not the same without you! Hurry up and come back from those dumb travels to cuddle him!

Author Notes: I guess it surprises no one that Kuni's part is always longer ehe. Homegirl has her favorite. Also I'm super sorry I always do the same: posting a new random thought I had one night instead of finishing chaptwrs of ongoing series I've been promising for ages. I swear I'm working on them. I'm working on finishing that Albedo fic and I had a meeting with my editor (aka my boyfriend) to talk about the major plotpoints of Assembled Love and that gave me some inspo to write the next chapter. Im also working on another spin off chapter for it. (Honestly my most popular post is the other spin off, I wonder why)

Weird of me to post something that it's not smut, ain't it? 🤔 Normally my fluff has smut in it but ig this is like, my 3rd or 4th completely sfw post. Anyway, the posting of something new and random instead of finishing old wips is like a personality trait of mine 🥲 I struggle so much to finish old things cuz I don't find the right vibe that I craved to write something fresh and new. Note to self: hurry up and finish what I'm writing while it's new and the vibe is not gone, exactly what I did with the Assembled Love spin off that blew so much, I pulled an all nighter finishing it before I forgot the plot bc it was a dream I had.

In other news, I haven't had a genshin smutty dream in AGES. I bet that's the cause of my relapse into depression and not the economic crisis. Praying for Kuni to visit me in dreams like old times 🙏

Ig you can see I'm very in the mood of talking about my fics and genshin in general so inncase you are too, my dms and mailbox are always open, and so are my requests.

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sissylittlefeather · 4 months ago

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Slowly but Surely: A Lonnie Beale Story

A/N: I know we're all patiently waiting for the last couple chapters of If You Talk In Your Sleep, but I needed a brain break. So I wrote this idea which I've had for a very long time. This one is for Lonnie Beale from Tickle Me. If you've never seen the movie, it takes place at a weight loss ranch for women. That's pretty much all you need to know.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, regular smut (oral, p in v, creampie), but also BODY IMAGE AND THE READER HAS AN EATING DISORDER

Also, disclaimer, as a licensed therapist and ED survivor myself, I KNOW that love cannot cure eating disorders. This is FANTASY. If you need help, please find a professional! You deserve to be healthy and well!

Word count: ~4k

Your father was the one that decided you'd never find a decent husband in your current state. You're an heiress to a pretty impressive hotel fortune, but you've always been a little more on the soft side. Not exactly overweight, but not as thin as most of the girls around you either. So in order to make you worthy of the kind of man you should catch, he sends you to the Circle Z ranch to whip you into shape.

It doesn't seem to be working, though. You follow the diet and do all the exercises, but you're still not 36-24-36. When you go home for a weekend, your father comments that it's probably a waste of money and there's not much hope for you anyway. That pisses you off. If everyone else at the ranch can do it, so can you. You'll just have to work a little harder.

And that's exactly what you do. You stop eating almost completely, even the tiny portions they offer you. Between that and the extra workout classes you do, you start to see a little progress. Before you know it, your waist is down to 27” and you feel like you just might be okay. You're miserable, weak and starving, but you look pretty good.

Lonnie has been working at the ranch for a couple of months now. At first, he had the hots for the yoga instructor, but it didn't take him long to realize she doesn't have much substance, mentally or physically. And the owner of the ranch has been after him since she hired him, but the interest in her burned out pretty quickly too. He needs more, a whole woman, and unfortunately there's not many of them at the ranch. He tries to just focus on his duties: working with the horses, teaching archery, and singing periodically.

The first time he saw you, he noticed how pretty and soft you seemed, but as the time passed, you started to wither away just like the rest of the girls there. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, such a waste, but didn't think too much of it. Not until the day you pass out.

You've got the bow held up okay, the arrow pulled back, but you're shaking from the lack of food and your vision is a little fuzzy around the edges. Still, you try to do your damndest to focus on the target. You hear Lonnie as he gives instructions and sigh. For a second when you first met him, you had thought he liked you, but the conversation had tapered off. Now he's just another person that you're pretty sure you've disappointed somehow.

“Keep those arms straight, ladies.” His mellow baritone is close by, but you don't dare look. Instead, you readjust and straighten your arm, but both of your hands are shaking so much you can't hold the bow still. You're staring at the target, waiting for him to tell you to let the arrow fly when your vision starts to go dark. You let go and send the arrow flying before he says to and you hear him holler as everything blacks out and you feel yourself falling.

Lonnie turns quickly when he hears you loose the arrow and it takes him less than half a second to realize what's happened and catch you just before you hit the ground.

“Woah! Honey!” He has you in his arms when he realizes you're unconscious. Carefully holding you, he lowers to the ground with you in his lap and starts patting your cheek. “Come on, honey. Lemme see those pretty eyes. Come on.”

Eventually, your eyelashes flutter and you look up at him. He sighs and relaxes noticeably. Even he didn't realize how afraid he was until after you woke up.

“Hey, sweetheart. You scared the shit outta me. You alright?” The other girls have all gathered around the two of you where he sits with you in his arms. You can't say anything, so you just blink up at him weakly. One of the other girls scoffs enviously.

“Bet she just hasn't eaten today. She never eats.” He looks up at her, his eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What d’you mean never?” His voice is firm and quiet.

“I mean I'm not sure I've ever seen her put food in her mouth.” The girl crosses her arms, obviously annoyed that he seems to care so much. He looks back down at you, gently brushing your hair back off of your face.

“When was the last time you ate, honey?” You try to give him a small smile.

“I'm not sure.” He shakes his head, frustrated. Then he stands up, hoisting you into his arms, shocked by how little you weigh. He tells the other girls to clear out and then walks with you to the stables. You're not sure why he's bringing you there, but you're too weak to protest or ask. He sets you on a small bale of hay and then starts looking for something, muttering and cursing under his breath. You hear something about “this damn place” before he comes back to you with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. He opens it and scoops some out for you and you wrinkle your nose. Not only is it unnecessary calories, it's in a barn.

“Don't make that face, honey. This is mine. I keep it in here as a snack while I work. Come on. It's good.” You continue to stare at him like he's trying to give you horse peanut butter, so he pops the spoon in his mouth and eats it himself. Then he gets another scoop and holds it up to you. “There. See? It's good. Please eat it.”

His mouth is sticky with his bite as he talks, but you soften and nod. Your hand shakes as you reach for the spoon and he beats you to the punch, just holding it to your lips like you're a baby. Too tired to fight any more, you open your mouth and let him feed you the spoonful of peanut butter. It's been so long since you've eaten, it tastes almost decadent and you moan softly with the pleasure of the taste.

Something about your little moan shoots straight through him and he clears his throat, trying to focus on getting more peanut butter into you. Still, as he squats next to you, his eyes glued to your lips, he feels himself harden in his too-tight pants. He ignores it, shoveling spoonfuls into your mouth as often as you'll let him. After three, you shake your head no. There's too many calories in peanut butter, too much fat. But he's not having it.

“Come on, honey. You can do a couple more. You're doin’ so good, baby. Open up.” The way he's sitting so close, his knee bumping yours, caring for you, makes you incapable of telling him no. Instead, you pop your mouth open like a baby bird and eat two more bites. You feel some of your strength coming back, but your hands still shake.

He puts the spoon in your mouth again and tries desperately not to whimper when it slides out from between your lips. He's already hard as a rock when he notices there's a little bit of peanut butter by your mouth. Without thinking, he licks his thumb and wipes it off. You let out a sharp little gasp and he freezes. He's absolutely desperate to kiss you, but it would be wrong. You're still weak and trembling. Instead, he carefully brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, so soft and slow that it's barely within his control.

And then your little tongue darts out and flicks against the tip of his thumb and he's utterly destroyed.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” He stands up and turns away quickly to hide the way his cock presses against the denim of his pants. “Fuck!”

“I-I'm sorry.” You stutter and blink, not exactly sure what you've done. He moves quickly back to your side, kneeling and shaking his head vehemently.

“No. Don't you apologize. You are perfect. I just hate what they've done to you.” You knit your eyebrows together.

“Done to me?”

“Makin’ you think you need to starve when you were perfect when you got here.” You make a face.

“I was f-”

“You were perfect.” He looks so deeply into your eyes that you get lost in the blueness of them for a bit. You don't even notice he's leaning in until he's so close that you let out a little squeak. He pulls back and stands up again, running his hand through his hair.

“God, sweetheart, I'm sorry.”

Just then, the owner of the ranch comes bustling in to make sure you're not about to sue her. She looks at you and then at Lonnie and then back at you and purses her lips.

“Come on. Up you get.” She says it in a sing-song voice like she's being kind, but really she's just as jealous as the other girls were. Lonnie tries to protest, but she puts a finger on his lips. “She's fine. Thank you Mr. Beale.”

She yanks you up by the arm and escorts you out of the barn, leaving him standing there annoyed. He watches as you leave and decides then and there that you're his to save.

******

The first time he taps on your window in the middle of the night, you think it's one of the ghosts the townspeople are always going on about. But then you look and realize it's Lonnie. You glance over at your roommate snoozing away in her bed with her eye mask on and sneak out the front door quietly. There's a little patio table and chairs on your porch and he sits there with you, setting a greasy paper bag down in front of you.

“Here you go, princess. Eat up.” He smiles widely, like he's done you the best favor ever. You look in the bag and find a cheeseburger and some french fries. They smell so good you want to cry, but you know you can't give in.

“Oh, Lonnie. You're real sweet, but I can't.” His smile falls a little and he realizes that you're not just starving because the camp isn't feeding you. You're starving by choice. His jaw clenches and he looks like he's ready to fight someone.

“Honey, why are you doin’ this?” His voice is quiet and strained, like he's holding back. You look down at your hands in your lap and swallow the lump in your throat.

“I have to. I still have 3 more inches to lose if I ever want a man to want me–”

“Lemme stop you right there, sweetheart.” He tips your chin with his finger so that you have to look him in the eye. “Any man who thinks you need to starve yourself to be worth wantin’ is not a man worth havin’.”

“Lonnie–”

“I mean it!” He says it a little louder than he means to and then lowers his voice to a whisper. “I don't know who put it in your head that you need to change to be loved, but they're lyin’. You were beautiful and soft and healthy when you got here and I–”

Your eyebrows shoot up and he stops himself. “You what?”

“I would've loved to love you.” There's a moment of silence and tension and his eyes flick down to your lips. You're beside yourself with disbelief, convinced he must be saying all this for some yet-to-be revealed reason, a joke or a bet or something. He sighs deeply and pushes the bag of food toward you again.

“You gotta be hungry, sweetheart. Please eat. For me?” You sigh and dig out a few french fries. The second the first one hits your tongue, you let out a little whimper and close your eyes. They taste so damn good.

Lonnie can't stop the grin that spreads across his face as he watches the joy with which you eat. Something about you warms him in a way he hasn't ever experienced before. He pulls the cheeseburger out and holds it up to you. You shake your head and he takes a bite.

“You sure? It's good.” He waves it in front of your face again and wiggles his eyebrows. You giggle and take a tiny bite. It is so good.

That night he manages to get you to eat a handful of fries and three bites of burger. When he goes to leave, he wants to kiss you so badly it physically hurts, but he doesn't want to mess with his goal to get you healthy again. Instead, he nods awkwardly and heads to his place.

******

Over the next month and a half, Lonnie brings you food in the night. It starts slow, every third or fourth night, but by the end of it he's coming every night. In the beginning, you nibble on what he brings you, french fries and sandwiches and pizza and milkshakes, but by the end you're eating well and smacking his hands when he steals bites.

Your ability to eat isn't the only thing that grows. The tension between the two of you is palpable as you laugh and flirt and almost kiss more times than you can count. Somewhere around week four, your roommate goes home and it's just you in your little cabin, so he barely even has to sneak anymore.

He watches the color come back into your cheeks as they round out a little and your curves start to be noticeable again. His hands almost ache with the desire to touch you and more than once he finds himself thinking of you afterwards, his grip tight and pumping as he moans your name into the gray light just before sunrise.

With every meal you become a little more yourself. Your quick wit and smart mouth come back now that your brain is getting enough calories. You might be exhausted from the lack of sleep, but you don't care. Lonnie visiting you makes you feel better than anything else ever has. Sometimes you wonder if maybe there's more between you than just friendship, but he never does anything more than kiss your cheek before he leaves.

Everything is going well until you step on the scale and realize the numbers have gone the wrong direction by a lot. You stand and look in the mirror, pinching the parts you don't like. Your stomach is soft and your thighs touch again. Disgusting. The tears burn hot in your eyes and you want to take a surgeon’s knife to your body. Who could ever love this version of you? You decide you're never eating again.

By the time Lonnie shows up with a pizza, you've worked yourself into a pretty decent rage. This is his fault. Him with his burgers and fries and false validation. He did this to you and you're not even sure why. You could kick yourself for letting him derail you.

“Hiya honey! Pizza tonight!” He walks into your little house and then turns, sensing the tension. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong?! Lonnie, I'm as big as I was when I got here!” He stares at you trying to figure out why that's a bad thing.

“Yeah? You look–”

“Huge! I look awful, Lonnie and it's your fault!” The tears start to cut hot pathways down your cheeks. “Why did you do this to me?”

He sets the pizza on the table and walks over to you. “Honey, all I did was help you–”

“Help me get fat again?! Why?!”

“Sweetheart, I told you–”

“Don't you dare say that you like me like this. That's a lie and you know it.” His eyes flash with something dangerously close to anger.

“Is it?! You think I’ve just been bringin’ you food for fun? You think I ain’t been sittin’ on my hands every night, just dyin’ to touch you? Jesus Christ, baby!” He's yelling now, pacing the room like some kind of caged animal. He stops and turns, cupping the side of your face with his hand. “I want you so bad I can barely see straight.”

You look up at him with your eyes shiny and wet, searching his for evidence that this is all some big practical joke. But all you find there is sincerity. It confuses you and makes you doubt yourself even more. Your next words come out quiet, steady but firm.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He takes a step closer so that his body is almost touching yours.

“Prove it.”

His lips crash into yours so hard it almost hurts and his hands move to your hips, pulling you so close to him you can feel his whole body where it presses against you. The kiss builds in heat and intensity as your tongues tangle and his hands roam over all of your curves. His lips move down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, and he lays you on your little bed softly. He starts to unbutton your pajama top and presses kisses to the soft swell of your breasts. As he does, he murmurs against your skin.

“Women are supposed to be soft. Not all angles and bones. Soft and warm and round.” His right hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb swiping across your nipple, as he works the other one with his mouth. He lets his tongue flick over it as it hardens for him and your back arches as you moan softly.

The buttons on the rest of your pajama top don't stand a chance as he rips it open, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses onto the soft flesh of your stomach. You cringe and instinctively try to cover yourself with your hands. He pulls back and shakes his head, moving your hands firmly but gently.

“No, baby. Don't hide from me. I've been dyin’ to see you, worship you, let you know what you do to me just by existing.” He laces his fingers in between yours and then bends over again, kissing your belly softly. “You're perfect. This is perfection.”

Some small part of you starts to believe that maybe he is telling the truth as he moves his hands to your waist and sucks on a spot just above your hip. Your hands go to the back of his hair and he moans.

“I could worship this part of you forever, honey.” He kisses back to the center, just below your belly button. “But I need to taste you.”

You moan softly as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulls them down together. But before he dives in, he spends time dragging his lips along the insides of your thighs, squeezing them with his hands as he goes. When he finally does push them apart and spread you open, he groans at the sight of you glistening for him.

“You have a beautiful body. I'll never get enough of it.” He says the last part so reverently that it's almost like he's saying a prayer. That thought is fleeting, though, as he drags his tongue up your center and settles at your clit, making slow deliberate circles. He alternates between sturdy licks and sucking on you gently and soft little flicks. You feel your release start to gather low in your abdomen and he pulls back a little. “Pretty little clit. Matches the rest of you.”

He slips two fingers up inside where you're already slick and ready for him. He pumps them in and out before tickling you, feeling your walls flutter around him. You whimper and moan and his name falls from your lips like honey.

“Lonnie… oh god…”

“Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He says it half as a plea and half as a command, but it works perfectly and your body shudders as it comes unraveled on his tongue. He works you through it as the blood rushes through you like lightning. You gasp and shiver and he kisses your clit one last time before he makes his way back up your body, his big hand settling on the soft curve of your stomach. “Now do you believe me?”

You don't even answer, you just tear at his clothing, undoing buttons and zippers and everything else until he's as naked as you are. He presses his thigh up between yours and groans as you rub your wet center against him, your hips rolling deeply. You feel his cock where it presses against your hip, heavy, hard, and already leaking for you.

He pauses for a second, looking down at you underneath him, laid out and soft. And there's so much more than lust. His heart pounds and his mouth goes dry and it's like he’ll lose the ability to breathe if he's not inside you soon. He exhales shakily and leans his head forward on your shoulder.

“Fuck.” He's in love with you.

“What? Lonnie, are you okay?” You ask, gently stroking the back of his hair.

“Yeah, just, I've never… fuck.”

“Never what?” You whisper, suddenly scared. He lifts his head off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I love you, honey.” It comes flying out of him before he can stop it and you sit there in stunned silence for a while.

“I love you, too, Lonnie.” Your voice is soft and shaky, but you know it's true. No man has ever made you feel this wanted, this beautiful just the way you are. He looks at you like you're the most precious thing on earth and then kisses you so deeply that it's like his soul touches yours. Then, he rearranges to be between your legs and lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist. When he pushes inside you, every doubt and fear you've ever had about your body fades away for the moment and there is only you and him and the sensation of him opening you like you were born to be wrapped around him. He moans softly and then starts to move, slowly at first and then building up speed and intensity.

“Oh god, baby. You feel so goddamn good, taking me so well. You are perfect.” His hips snap against yours and you could cry with how good it feels when he fills you up. His breath is hot on your skin as he pounds you. “I love– fuck– I love you.”

His hand is solid on your thigh and his fingers press into your skin. He revels in the softness of you as he feels his orgasm gather at the base of his cock. You whimper and gasp and squeeze him as another climax washes over you.

“Lonnie!” His name drips from your lips like a prayer as you shudder around him. He bites his lip and grunts.

“So close, baby. Fuck!” He groans as he holds himself still while he pulses and spills his warmth inside you. Your skin is damp with sweat and you both breathe heavily in the aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually, your heart rates return to normal and he settles on your chest with your hand in his hair. You enjoy the comfortable silence for a while, just being together in blissful harmony. When he speaks, his voice is soft and filled with adoration. “You believe me now?”

He lifts his head up to look you in the eye.

“Yes.”

“No more starving?” You shake your head with tears in your eyes.

“Never again.”

“Good. Need you strong to follow me on the rodeo circuit.” You giggle and kiss his forehead.

“The rodeo circuit?” He nods sleepily.

“Mhmm. We're gettin’ the hell out of here first thing in the morning.”

“We?”

“Yeah baby. I thought you were mine to save. Turns out you're mine to love. As long as you'll have me.” You smile softly as he kisses you.

“Forever, then.”

“Forever.”

******

The End

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My Roommate and I

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader Word count: 6,336 words Summary: You don’t know your roommate all that well. He’s fine as roommates go, cleans up after himself, bills paid on time. But he isn’t around enough for you to actually get to know him. Things begin to change when the pandemic forces both of you to stay at home and your social butterfly of a roommate loses IRL access to his friends. Genre: Quirkless AU, roommates to lovers, pandemic fic, forced proximity, domestic fluff, romance Warning: mention of past Kiri-Mina, food/eating, swearing, alcohol, Eijiro calls Reader ‘babe’ Note: This fic is a part of the @ficsforgaza initiative - thank you so much to those who sponsored it!! 💖💖💖

The first time you meet Eijiro, you could only describe him as big and bright. Big and bright smile, big and bright personality, big stature in a bright outfit, big and bright hair. You wonder briefly if his hair is dyed and whether he dyes it himself. Then you shrug. The two of you have separate bathrooms so if he leaves red dye streaks everywhere, that’s his own problem. He can take it up with the landlord when he eventually moves out.

You’re happy, though, that he agreed to meet up with you before moving in. You'd be a bit freaked out seeing a stranger in your home, even if you knew that he’d be moving in. And this makes it easier to sit down with him early on to go over some general rules and a chore chart for the common areas.

It turns out that Eijiro’s a pretty decent roommate. He keeps his clutter out of the kitchen and living room, he cleans his assigned areas, he leaves your food alone, he pays rent on time. Most of this, you think, is probably attributed to him only really using his room for sleep. You rarely see him outside of early mornings when you're both preparing for work. After work he usually hangs out with his friends, or goes to the gym, or whatever a guy like him does, only coming home long after you've retired to your own room.

You don't really mind; you have the apartment mostly to yourself this way. And it's not like you really know him, anyway. He's just a roommate.

Time passes. You count yourself lucky, hearing some of your friends’ horror stories about their roommates from hell.

Then the pandemic lockdowns happen.

You’re fortunate that you’re able to do your job remotely. Eijiro, however, is fired; he tells you so in passing. But he quickly adds that he’ll get by on unemployment until he finds another job, so no need to worry!

You're honestly surprised that he doesn't go stay with one of his friends. But he unfortunately doesn't, which means that you’re now stuck with him constantly at home. And you learn yet another aspect of his personality: just how frustratingly loud he can be. He cranks the volume on video calls with his friends -to the point where you can hear their voices clearly through his headphones- and he laughs boisterously at almost anything they say. He shrieks and hollers at the online games they play. And even though he's quick to turn the volume down with a sheepish ‘whoops, my roomie got mad’ when you poke your head out of your room to scowl at him, it still frustrates you to no end. You still have work for goodness’ sake!

You soon come to realize that Eijiro’s very existence is loud, even when he’s not yapping with his friends. It seems that all he does during his waking hours is never-ending chit-chat and exercising in the middle of the living room, grunting up a storm. These two things sometimes happen at the same time, making you want to scream.

Adding onto your frustrations are his so-called ‘cooking experiments,’ the stench of burned food often hanging in the air for hours after he finishes cooking, pots and pans left to soak overnight. You do have to admit, though, that they might very well need the soaking, given the amount of charred food on them. And Eijiro usually cleans them up the next morning without prompting. Usually.

It’s just two more weeks, you tell yourself, then things will open up again and he can go spend time SOMEWHERE ELSE!

Things go on like this for months, your urge to throw him out a window slowly growing with each day.

Then, one Saturday morning, you find him sitting at the dining table, eyes red-rimmed and nose running. Your first thought is that he caught covid. But there’s something off about the scene; Eijiro isn’t behaving like someone who’s sick. He absentmindedly moves his cereal around in the bowl, lifts the spoon, then lowers it again. His breathing stutters, he hiccups, then lets out a shaky sigh. And it hits you; he’s not sick, nor is he potentially hungover. He’s trying his best to not cry.

You almost wish you could back into your bedroom, pretend like you didn’t notice anything to give him some privacy. But it’s too late.

“Oh!” you hear him croak as he sees you, followed by a very wet sniffle.

Guess I’m dealing with this now, you think. The two of you had a pretty decent -if almost non-existent- relationship before the lockdown, right? You really ought to be a good roommate.

“Are you alright?” you ask. It seems stupid in hindsight, he’s clearly far from alright.

And Eijiro admits as much.

“I… … no.”

You watch as he clenches his teeth, lower lip wobbling, trying to breathe through whatever this is. And you sigh. Yeah, it’s time to be a good roommate.

Moving into the kitchen, you begin fixing your own bowl of cereal. You figure this conversation might be easier for him if you’re not looking straight at him. He’s always seemed like the type of hyper-masculine person who’d hate crying in front of others.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

Eijiro sniffles again. He’s silent for a moment, then he draws in a deep, shaky breath. “I’m so fucking lonely,” he admits.

Humming in response, you eye the pot of coffee he made earlier. Surely he won’t mind if you have some, not when you’re listening to him vent. You pull a cup from the cupboard.

“But you talk with your friends all the time, don’t you?” You have to fight not to make a snippy comment about how loud they usually are; now isn’t the time for that.

He shifts in his seat. “’S not the same,” he says, then adds in a smaller voice, “Not at all.”

Placing your filled coffee cup next to you, you finally turn to face him, leaning against the counter, cereal bowl balanced in one hand. Sitting in front of him at the table still feels a bit too intimate with the mood he’s in.

His silhouette is dark against the light from the window at the end of the room, mirroring his emotions. You realize that his hair isn’t styled into the normal spikes; instead it’s drooping around his face, making him seem smaller, almost like he’s folding in on himself. Like he’s trying to hide. You barely recognize him.

“How is it not the same?” you ask, deciding to prod just a little bit. “Is it because you’re not in the same room?”

“It’s not just that!” he responds. “I can kinda get there if I really crank the volume, but…”

Oh, you think, is that why he prefers it so loud? Here you just thought he was obnoxious and had no respect for your working hours. Or your sleep.

“But?” you prod again.

Eijiro sighs deeply. When he speaks again, his voice croaks with held-back tears. “I miss physical touch. We’re pretty tight, me ‘n my friends. We hug each other a lot.” He sighs again; it almost sounds like his heart is breaking. “Not being in the same room as them, not being able to hear their voices except through headphones - it already hurts. But not being able to reach out and touch them is… it’s so much worse.”

He swallows hard, then continues, “Denki’s roommate moved back home with their parents; to assist them, I think. So he’s alone too. He cried on our call yesterday. And I couldn’t do anything; couldn’t offer him a tissue, or a hug, or anything!”

You have no idea who Denki is. But it strikes you that Eijiro described him as ‘alone too.’ Denki, it seems, really is alone if his roommate has moved out. Did Eijiro truly see himself in the same situation, even with you here? You swallow hard. Maybe you haven’t been as good a roommate as you thought.

Looking at the cereal bowl in your hand, you absentmindedly stir it, much like Eijiro had done with his own bowl just a moment before. Seems like you might have misjudged him too, if he truly gives physical affection to his friends as freely as he just described. You hadn’t expected that - you’ve always seen him as the classic, super macho gym-nut who might catch the gay if he’s in the vicinity of the color pink. Not that he’s ever given you any reason to believe that, you slowly realize. This was all your own prejudice. You really haven’t been a good roommate. And that realization stings.

Looking at Eijiro again, you feel like you see him in a different light. You read an article just the night before about how the pandemic has left a lot of people touch-starved when they can’t participate in their usual social activities.

The article suggested moving in with friends, with family, even with friends-with-benefits, just to stave off touch-starvation and loneliness. You have to admit that you feel a bit touch-starved too, now that you can’t spend time with your friends or family. And isn’t there something about humans needing a certain amount of touch a day to thrive?

Eijiro’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"D’ya think I could have a hug?" he asks, finally facing you, his eyes brimming with tears.

You realize in that moment that a hug sounds really, really great. And maybe this is an opportunity to actually get to know your roommate. Especially when you don’t know how long this pandemic will last. The promise of two weeks to flatten the curve has already been extended several times.

Putting your cereal bowl on the counter, you wordlessly spread your arms. Eijiro is up in an instant, chair clattering against the floor. Then you find yourself swept up in what you can only describe as a bone-crushing embrace. You know he’s buff, but you haven’t realized just how strong he is. Gasping for air, you tap his biceps.

“Not so tight!” you wheeze.

Eijiro lets out what you can only describe as a wet bark of laughter. But he loosens his grip on you instantly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling again. “Got a bit too enthusiastic.”

“That’s okay,” you say. “Guess you really needed it.”

It’s comforting, you realize, as you sink back into the embrace. He’s warm, and his arms around you feel safe for some reason. You can almost imagine falling asleep standing like this, certain that he’ll keep you upright. But you want your coffee while it’s still hot.

Eijiro seems reluctant to let go when you begin pulling away, scrubbing at his face behind your back.

Finally, he looks at you again, tear streaks on his cheeks. “Think we could do this again sometime?” he asks shyly.

You smile at him and nod. “Yeah. I think we’re both gonna need it.”

Eijiro blows his nose again, managing to make a sound reminiscent of a trumpeting elephant.

“Sorry ‘bout all that,” he says, sniffling once more. “Crying to you wasn’t exactly manly of me.”

Resting your elbows on the dining table, you tilt your head and look at him over the rim of your coffee cup. “Crying is human. It’s not feminine, it’s--”

“That’s not what I mean,” he interrupts. “I agree, nothing shameful about crying; I meant complaining ‘bout all my issues. It’s not manly of me to put that burden on you.”

You decide to ignore the issue of not wanting to ask for help for now. Instead you say, “We’re gonna be stuck together for a while. I want to at least try to help. Besides, this might be better for both of us in the long run. Being at home all the time hasn’t exactly been great for me either…”

Eijiro nods thoughtfully, pulling his bowl of soggy breakfast closer. You look towards the movement, your brows furrowing.

“Is that my cereal?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “You… you said I could have some, didn’t you?”

You can’t help but laugh at his expression. “I did! I’m not going back on that, don’t worry! I’ve just never seen you eat sugary cereal before.”

Eijiro relaxes again, then gives a small shrug. “Felt like I needed a sweet treat today.”

“Don’t we all these days...”

You take another sip of your coffee, then look back to the man at the opposite side of the table.

“I think we need to put down some new rules while we’re both home all the time. The voice calls with your friends are really starting to bother me, especially when I’m working.”

He nods. “Yeah, kinda figured. I swear I’m trying to be quieter, but I always end up forgetting when I’m in the middle of it. I’ll try talking with everybody, see if we can find a different time or something. Maybe meet up outside once the weather’s better…” Leaning back in his chair, Eijiro scrubs at his face. “If only I could find a new job, then I’d actually have something to occupy me. Haven’t had any luck though.”

You realize with a pang of guilt that you don’t even know what he does for a living. Or… did. But Eijiro just grins when you tell him as much.

“Guess I was never really around so you could ask. I was a fitness instructor at this privately owned gym. They had to close because of the pandemic, but the owners promised me that if they have any hope of keeping the gym going I’ll be back on payroll once they open up again. They only really let me go so I could get unemployment.” He sighs fondly. “I really like them, they’re so… manly!”

You fight not to make a face. There it is again. Manly. Manliness isn’t exactly something you’d be looking for in a gym, but you guess you also aren’t a masculine gym-nut. At least Eijiro isn’t nearly as bad as you had originally thought.

You really do fight not to make a face�� But you fail. And Eijiro notices instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I’m not sure I’d personally want to go to a ‘manly’ gym.”

He just blinks at you for a moment. “Not sure why you think that-- oh.” He laughs to himself. “I need to explain something. ‘Manly’ doesn’t mean masculine to me. ’S not based on gender at all. When I was a kid I used to be a really big fan of this action hero, Crimson Riot - do you know him?”

You shake your head. Never heard of the guy.

“He had this habit of calling things he favored ‘manly,’” Eijiro explains. “It was a way of living, a way of staying true to yourself, or so he’d say. Guess I never grew out of this way of seeing things.

“But the owners,” he continues, “they’re a gay couple, and they’re some of the sweetest and most helpful people I’ve ever met. They face a lot of prejudice but they never let it get to them. They choose to stay kind. It’s awesome. It’s… It’s manly! You see?”

You look at him for a moment. Then you nod. “Yeah, I… I think I do.”

Eijiro beams at you. “I think you’d like the gym. We’re very supportive, and we take harassment complaints very seriously. One of my buds was a regular when it was still open, and she told me she felt very safe there.” He chuckles. “Though anyone who wanted to harass her should fear her, not the management. She’s never been shy about punching someone in the gut. And it hurts!”

You raise your brows. “Wait, she’s punched you??”

Eijiro grins. “Yeah! … Wait no, not because I deserved it; I asked her to! She wanted to know if she could do anything to punch better, so I said ‘well, punch me!’ and she did. It was perfect, 10/10 no notes. Took me close to 15 minutes to be able to breathe regularly again.”

Smiling to himself, he adds, “Mina is one of the manliest girls I know. Been friends since high school and she’s always been unabashedly herself. She really helped me grow into the person I am today.”

Mina. He sounds so fond when he speaks of her. You can’t help but wonder if there’s something more there than he’s admitting. Pushing the thought away, you focus on Eijiro again.

“I guess being a personal trainer explains why you’re constantly exercising. I thought you were just obsessed with it.”

Eijiro shrugs with a smile. “I’m actually working out more than I did before getting fired. I’m used to being on my feet and moving almost constantly while at work, and exercising burns off some of that energy. ‘N I want to be ready to go back instantly.” He’s quiet for a moment, then adds, “Oh, let me know if you want me to show you how to work out at home, or some stretches or anything. You sit still a lot, ’s not good for you.”

You try to wave him off with an awkward laugh. “I know. But I’m not interested right now.”

You’re admittedly surprised when Eijiro backs down instantly.

“Well, let me know if you ever change your mind. I’ll let ya borrow any equipment you need!”

A couple of days later, Eijiro asks to sit down with you again.

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts.

“Did it hurt?” The words are out before you can stop them.

Thankfully, Eijiro just laughs. “Lil’ bit, yeah. I prefer to just cruise through life without having to think too much. But I can’t right now, so I need something to keep myself occupied while I’m looking for a job. And I was thinking: how about I take on more of the chores? Cleaning’s a good workout, right? And it’d give ya more free time.”

You just look at him for a moment. “Is that really fair? We pay the same amount of rent, so shouldn’t chores be split evenly too?”

He shrugs. “You talked about wanting to help me the other day. I like being helpful too, y’know. So I thought about maybe getting a wireless headset so I can talk with my friends while I clean. Might make the noise easier on you too, knowing that I’m not just sitting on my ass while talking.” He stops for a moment, then adds, “Was thinking about doing the grocery runs too. Y’know how they’ve been saying that thing about only having one person per household shopping? Might as well be me.” He scoffs. “Got nothing but free time.”

You’re speechless. What he’s saying makes sense, yes. But it still feels wrong to let him do most of your chores just because he’s bored.

It’s like he can sense your unease.

“We could also take turns on groceries,” he offers. “Then you can get all the intimate stuff ya need without needing to involve me.”

You can’t help but grin at him. “What, too much of a chicken to buy me tampons?”

Eijiro grins back. “Nah, ‘s not that, I don’t mind. I’ve done it before. It’s just that there are so many kinds I’d need pictures to make sure I got the right thing. Might be less of a hassle if you got it yourself. But! If you’re ever in a pinch I got your back!”

You look down at your lunch for a moment, thinking over what he just said.

“If we’re combining groceries, it might be easier if we coordinate our meals. I’m already cooking for myself, I don’t mind cooking for…” -you eye him for a moment- “for two more people. It’s not that much of a difference.”

“Two people!” he sputters. “That’s… … actually probably accurate. I do eat a lot. I like the idea, but…” He scratches at the back of his neck. “I was actually thinking we could take turns cooking.”

You can’t stop yourself from making a face this time. Eijiro just laughs.

“Yeah, I know. I’m terrible. But I was thinking that this is the time to get better. I don’t mind eating what I cook, but I wouldn’t serve it to someone else. So cooking for you as well would force me to pay more attention.”

You sit back in your seat, crossing your arms. “You want me to be your guinea pig.”

“No, I want ya to hold me accountable!”

When you just glare at him, Eijiro holds up his hands. “I’ve got a plan. One of my friends, Katsuki, he’s really good at cooking. Like really, really good. He’s been laid off as well, and he just started a Youtube channel where he shares cooking tips. He’s suggested helping me and Denks cook some meals, so he can figure out what some common mistakes might be. And we can get better at cooking at the same time.”

You stay silent, thinking. It makes Eijiro fret.

“So? Whaddaya think?” he eventually asks.

You sigh, feeling your resolve crumble. It’s too difficult to say no to his puppy-eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll at least give your food a try.”

Eijiro rewards you with a beaming smile. It makes your cheeks burn.

It only takes a few days before Eijiro decides to try his cooking experiments on you. He spends the afternoon getting barked at by whom you can only assume is Katsuki - with you listening in on every word. It’s Eijiro’s own fault for having his phone on speaker, you try to reassure yourself. And Katsuki’s tinny voice is piercing.

“Show me what you’re doing, Shitty Hair! … No, you need to cut them smaller, they’ll cook too slow as they are!”

‘Shitty hair’? you think. Do his friends really speak to him like that?

Eijiro just groans, ignoring the insult. “I don’t think I can, Kats, I don’t want the knife to slip.”

“Then sharpen your fucking knife! It’s meant to cut easily, if you’re fighting to cut small pieces then it’s too fucking dull!”

You roll your eyes. As charming as Gordon Ramsey.

“Are you keeping an eye on the meat?” Katsuki asks, his voice smug. “It’s gonna burn if you don’t…”

“SHIT!!”

The food turns out a lot more palatable than you’d imagined. It’s a little bland, a little overcooked, but you really wouldn’t mind eating it again.

And you’re surprised at just how fast Eijiro improves. Over the next few months you grow more and more thankful that he suggested taking turns cooking. It’s a weight off your shoulders, even if you still feel a bit weird that he does most of the cleaning and grocery shopping. But the extra free time and knowing that he’s being productive during his loud voice calls do make things easier on you. In the end you suggest to him that you take on a few more of the financial responsibilities -just a bill or two- to make things a little bit more even.

You look up from your screen when you hear the front door slam; Eijiro has arrived home with a load of groceries. Stretching, you get up from your chair. Helping him put away the groceries assuages your guilt just a little bit. And -if you’re being very honest with yourself- you’ve recently noticed finding every excuse to spend more time with him. Just five minutes here and there. Helping put away the groceries fits nicely into that too.

Leaving your room, you notice a bag of groceries leaning against the dining table. You turn to Eijiro -who’s already busy putting away groceries- and ask, “What about this one?”

Eijiro smiles at you, which makes your stomach flutter.

“Break time?” he asks. “I got you some ice cream at the store. Didn’t do great in the heat so you might wanna eat it soon.”

You thank him, finally moving from your doorway to actually help. Then you ask again, “What about the bag by the table? We’re not emptying that one?”

He shakes his head, grinning. “That one’s not for us. You know the elderly couple down the hallway?”

You nod silently, unwilling to admit that you don’t.

“I’ve been chatting with them a little bit. Distanced, of course! They’re not doing great so I thought I’d buy them some staples to help out. I’ll take the cost out of my own budget, don’t worry.”

You pause for a moment. It’s such a kind gesture to someone he barely knows. He really is a giant sweetheart. Then you make an instant decision. “I’ll split the cost with you, I wanna help too!”

You’re graced with a brilliant smile, like the sun rising over the horizon.

“Really?? Thanks! I’ll let them know it’s from both of us!”

You’re numbed, ears ringing as Eijiro talks about taking a quick shower before heading over to your neighbors. Then you’re left alone in the kitchen.

Sliding onto the floor, you lean your forehead against your drawn-up knees. You’re in deep. Maybe too deep. Ever since his breakdown and the following hug, your feelings have only been growing. And now you don’t know how to make it stop. You aren’t entirely sure you want to, either. But… It’s a bad idea, isn’t it? You’re worried that telling him will only lead to hurt and heartbreak. And yet, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings contained.

You decide that you need an in-depth vent session with your own friend group.

The vent session only helps solidify that you definitely have feelings for your roommate. But you still have no idea whether to act on those feelings or not. And Eijiro only makes things harder by being himself - sweet, kind, and maybe a little bit too touchy.

He comes up behind you one night as you’re cooking, loudly sniffing the air.

“Something smells amazing!”

He leans in over you, hands resting on either side of the stove, his chin on your shoulder, just watching as you cook. It’s almost too easy to melt against his chest.

You pull away instead, turning to face him as you try to laugh. It comes out strangled.

“It’s not ready yet, you have to wait!”

Eijiro pouts at you. But he thankfully moves away, instead opting to set the table. You sigh, equal parts in relief and disappointment. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going without spilling the secret.

You’re doing the dishes together after dinner. It’s become a routine to do them as a team - they get done quicker that way. Eijiro refuses to let you do them alone, even back when your shared cooking routine began. Your idea of ‘you cook, I clean’ fell on deaf ears. And now you appreciate the extra time with him.

And you decide to let him know as much.

“Y’know, I’m actually kind of happy that we got this chance to get to know each other,” you say, nudging him with your hip. “If we hadn’t been stuck at home, I don’t know if we’d ever have taken the time to actually talk.”

You’re rewarded with a brilliant smile.

“Me too!”

You keep chatting while Eijiro washes the dishes, handing you clean ones to dry. The conversation jumps from the two of you, to your apartment and how thankful you are that Eijiro took on more of the chores, to the lives you led before the pandemic. And eventually to your individual friend groups.

“There’s Katsuki - you know him already,” Eijiro says. “And Denki and Hanta and Kyoka. We all met in high school. But Mina and me, we go back to middle school.”

“Mina,” you mumble. There she was again.

He pauses, looking at you questioningly.

“Did…” You hesitate, then you decide to just ask what’s on your mind. “She’s clearly very special to you. Did you ever date?”

Eijiro looks down at the soapy water, a fond smile on his face. “We did, back in high school. Only for a few months, though, then we decided that we were better off as friends. I guess we both felt pressured to give it a try.” Turning back to you, he finds your gaze again. “She’s my oldest friend. She’s my rock, not afraid to tell me if I’m being an idiot. N’ I do the same for her! But that’s as far as it goes. We didn’t work out back then, and we sure as hell wouldn’t work out now.”

You feel your cheeks heat under his gaze. It doesn’t sound like he regretted breaking up with Mina at all. And the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flutter.

Eijiro breaks eye contact for a moment to empty the dish tub and dry his hands. Then he turns to you again, leaning against the counter.

“If you’re not busy tonight, do you maybe want to watch a movie or something?”

It’s your turn to beam. “Yeah, absolutely!!”

Maybe saying yes to a movie was a bad idea. You had trouble sleeping last night, work was particularly draining today, and now you find yourself struggling to keep your eyes open. As much as you want to pay attention to the movie Eijiro picked, your mind is steadily turning into soup. You blink hard, trying to force your eyes to stay open. It doesn’t work. They slowly close, and you sag sideways.

You have no idea how much time has passed. All you know is that you are comfortable and warm. You can still hear the movie playing. Or maybe it’s a new movie. You can’t bring yourself to truly care.

Eijiro shifts in his seat. It makes you realize that you’re leaning against him, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. Your eyes snap open. Then you decide to close them again. If he doesn’t mind -which you assume he doesn’t, since he hasn’t pushed you away- then you won’t mind either. It’s too comfortable, anyway.

The two of you stay like this for a while. It’s cozy. Then a frown forms on your face. Something is tickling your waist. It’s most likely a hair stuck to the inside of your shirt. You try to ignore it, but it only gets more irritating, brushing over your skin every time you breathe.

You snap, pushing Eijiro’s arm out of the way to get at the itch.

Eijiro flinches away from you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-- You were leaning on me pretty hard and I thought this would be more comfortable! I-I didn’t--”

“It’s fine,” you say, as you sink back against him. “I don’t mind, it’s cozy. Just had an itch right where your arm was.”

“O-oh.” He hesitates for a moment, then he puts his arm back around you, gently hugging you to his side. “It’s… Yeah, it’s pretty cozy.”

You close your eyes again, not fully registering how flustered he sounds. Or how happy…

Eijiro sits as still as he can, despite the credits rolling over the screen. You’re still nestled up against his shoulder, your forehead pressed against his neck, your breathing soft and even. He’s certain you’re asleep again. And he cannot bring himself to move a muscle, worried he’ll break the spell.

Slowly lifting his free hand, he scrubs at his face. “I’m really in it now, aren’t I?” he mumbles to himself. Falling in love with his roommate. Isn’t that one of the things people are always advised against?

“Fuck, Kats’ll never let me hear the end of it!”

You stir in your sleep, sighing softly. It only makes him wrap his arm tighter around you. Katsuki will have to be a problem for another day; right now Eijiro doesn’t want to think about anything but the sensation of you pressed against his side.

“Need your advice on something, Kats.”

The blonde makes a non-commital sound on the other end of the line. Eijiro swallows thickly, suddenly happy that it’s only the two of them on the voice call. And that you aren’t home to accidentally overhear anything.

He hesitates too long.

“What fucking is it?” Katsuki barks.

Eijiro sighs, steeling himself for the barrage he’s sure is about to come. “I think I’m falling in love with my roomie.”

When the barrage doesn’t come, he wonders briefly if the connection has been cut.

Then Katsuki groans. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Really, Shitty Hair? Your fuckin’ roommate?”

“Hey, she’s a sweetheart, I--”

“NOT what I meant! I’m sure she’s amazin’ if she can tolerate your ass. But what the fuck are you planning to do? Tell her?”

Eijiro can feel himself blush. “I.. I mean, yeah, I’d like to. That’s what I wanted advice on.”

Katsuki practically growls. “Well, my advice is DON’T! We’re in the middle of a fuckin’ pandemic, if she says no, you won’t be able to easily move out.” He grumbles for a moment. “Of all your shitty, hare-brained ideas… But knowin’ you, you’ll never be able to let it go unless you find out, right?”

Eijiro chuckles, scratching at his cheek. “Ya know me too well, Kats.”

“‘Too well’ is right.” Katsuki is silent for a moment, then he groans again. “Alright, fuckin’ fine. Advice. Try to figure out if she feels the same b’fore you tell her anythin’. If she rebuffs you at all, then fuckin’ leave it alone, ya got that??”

Eijiro’s face splits into a wide smile. “Got it!! And if she says no, I can move in with you, right?”

“Like fuck you can’t!!”

Meat and onions sizzle in the pan. You give it a stir, peeking at Eijiro out of the corner of your eyes. He’s currently chopping vegetables, broad shoulders barely moving as he uses the knife. You have to admit that he’s gotten a lot better in the past few months, to the point where you’re looking forward to every meal he makes.

He’s gotten a lot more forward with you too. He’s become touchy-feely and quick to give compliments. And you don’t mind it one bit. You just hope it will continue once the pandemic ends.

You really ought to tell him how you feel. But… You can’t help but worry about whether he feels the same. Sighing softly, you push the thought away for now.

Eijiro turns to you with the cutting board, ready to add the veggies to the pan.

“By the way,” he says, “I got a surprise for dinner.”

You tilt your head, unable to stop your coquettish grin. “Oh? Should I be worried?”

Eijiro’s features soften as he looks at you. “Nah, probably not. Unless you don’t drink wine.”

“I do!”

You slowly swirl the wine in your glass. It’s the last of the two bottles Eijiro bought, so you want to savor it.

Across the table, Eijiro watches your movements with rapt attention. You can almost feel the intensity of his gaze. Or maybe it’s the wine.

He draws in a deep breath, almost like he forgot how to breathe for a moment. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

It takes a little too long for his words to make their way through your drunk brain.

“What did you just say?” you exhale. Your face feels like it's on fire.

Eijiro blinks. Then he sits up straight, shaking his head. “Fuck, I-- I shouldn’t have-- It’s just… I dunno how much longer I can stand not saying anythin’.”

You swallow hard, trying your best not to melt against the table. “What are you trying to say?”

He looks at you again, features softening. “That I’m in love with you.” Looking away, he scratches at the back of his neck. “I-I don’t even know if… if you return my feelings, but--”

You down the rest of your wine, trying to gain some liquid courage which you honestly don’t need at the moment. Then you get up, moving around the table.

He peers at you, smile evaporating. “What are you…”

“I do!” you finally answer him, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in, face level with his.

Eijiro blinks hard. “What…”

“I do return your feelings. You’re pretty fucking cute yourself.”

He just looks at you for a moment, letting your words sink in. Then his face splits into a brilliant smile. You should’ve worn sunglasses.

Raising a hand, he gently cups your cheek, his smile widening when you lean into his touch. His thumb rubs over your skin, slowly moving downwards until it brushes over your bottom lip.

“Can I?” he asks.

You don’t answer. Instead, you lean in to kiss him first. His lips are warm, tasting like wine. Eijiro interrupts the kiss briefly to push his chair back, getting to his feet.

Pulling you close, his hand finds its place on your cheek once more. “You’ve no idea how fuckin’ long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbles against your lips. Then he kisses you again.

You sit sideways on the couch, feet propped up against Eijiro’s thigh. He’s gaming with his friends again; you can feel the muscles in his thigh tense as he leans into the curve of the race track on the screen.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… YES!!!”

He jumps to his feet, whooping as he wins. You eye him over the top of your magazine, pouting at him.

Grinning at you, he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to get that loud!”

You hear someone loudly exclaiming something through Eijiro’s headset.

He chuckles. “Yeah, my girlfriend got mad.”

The voice call erupts into shouts. You can’t help but giggle when you hear Denki screaming ‘what??’ over and over again, with whom you assume is Mina cheering loudly in the background.

Eijiro just laughs. “Didn’t I tell you? Me and my roomie started dating!”

He talks for a moment longer, then bows out of the game with his victory, deciding that he’d rather spend the rest of the day with you.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #wips for gaza #fics for gaza #fluff #romance #fem!reader #kirishima #eijiro #eijirou #x reader #x you #imagine #imagines

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emmuowo · 22 days ago

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after centuries (1 month) of hoarding images and being indecisive i finally return... preparing for artfight szn ;w;

lore tidbits and silly stuff under the cut 🪼

About Wakana:

Born and raised in Tokyo, but currently lives on campus in the student dorms.

Used to watch her cousin play volleyball when she was in middle school, but didn't start playing until she was in her first year of high school. Her technique isn't as great as it could be, but she's Just A Girl ™️and she's trying her best.

Known for looking aloof or 'harsh' despite her objectively pretty face. Friends and teammates know it's (mostly) really bad resting bitch face, and that she's actually quite expressive when she talks.

UNHINGED. The girl is a massive metalhead raised in a family of massive metalheads. Saying morbid, out-of-pocket shit comes naturally. She lives on a diet of coffee and convenience food, and sleeps a good 4 hours per night. She's also sporting quite a few bumps and bandages—a byproduct of volleyball, insomnia, and just a hint of reckless abandon!

Loves her little brother and has mild separation anxiety thinking about how he's doing without her there to look out for him.

Mommy Issues ™️and Gifted Kid Burnout ™️deadly combo

Previously had issues dealing with people and avoided social activities because she thought they were a waste of time. Had no real friends all through Elementary and Middle School, and it was only after joining the Girls' Volleyball Club that she realized how deprived she actually was. Her improvement as a player is intrinsically linked to her friendships with these girls, and she'll do the best she can to help them coast to victory.

Fluent in sign language (JSL) and can speak English decently. One of her club senpai has started teaching her French, but wrangling those pesky phonetics is harder than it looks.

May or may not be the girlfriend who broke up with Oikawa wahoo

Family: Father (Nobuharu), Younger Brother (Shirou), Older Cousin (Nagumo)

About Sakata Hanazaki:

Sakata Hanazaki International School is a K-12 school located in Sakata, Yamagata. Most of the students come from mixed families, are foreigners studying overseas, or are interested in leaving Japan to do the same.

The school itself is moderately sized, but only has a few classes per grade. There are on-campus accommodations for boarding students, but those who can are welcome to commute from home.

The Girls' and Boys' Volleyball Clubs are small, but always at odds with each other, fighting for practice space and resources. Rumour has it that the teams used to be civil with one another until a fight broke out between two girls. During an annual team-building exercise, the then-team captain and her vice captain realized they were both involved with a member of the boys' team. They got into an argument, which turned physical, then violent when one of them slipped on the flight of stairs they were running up and brought at least two other girls down with her. From that day forward, boys were the enemy.

(The current team captains on both sides have since moved on past this and are civil with each other again, but the 2nd and 1st years who were pitted against each other don't know this lol)

The school's name, Sakata Hanazaki, is often shortened by the students and nicknamed 'Sakana' (Fish), because it's shorter, and also the nearby port always makes the air smell fishy.

Motifs: Jellyfish, Flowers, Seaside Towns, Ports, Beaches, Fish

if you read this far THANK U ;w; i've been thinking about wakana as my own little personal project since i started rewatching haikyuu this past winter and spring, and i really like how she's come along ^^ i picture her as having her own little side-story/side-narrative within the haikyuu universe while everyone is following the plot, so for now she's just doing her thing uwu

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uniform base: here!

profile pose ref: here!

#wakana okazaki #my art #ハイキュー!!#haikyuu #oc art #digital art #digital drawing #haikyuu oc #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#my ocs #i physically cannot shut up ab her #ALSO IF UR DOING ARTFIGHT PLS DROP UR USER YAY

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blah993 · 3 months ago

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That Funny Feeling 2/3

•{Remastered Edition}•

Part 1:

Hope you enjoy

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Mahatma strolled through the bustling market district list of items needed in hand. Just a few supplies to tide over until they had sufficient funds for a proper restock.

He grabbed some new graphite filament for his notes and was about to check out when he spied a leather bound notebook.

It was a rich brown with a leather strap to bind it, it was rather simple and small enough to stow it conveniently in a pocket. He feels the soft leather and the decent quality of paper, he swears that for a moment he caught a glimpse of notes written in a orderly precise manner before he blinked and it was gone.

He had a feeling to purchase it but before he could decide Attila cuts in” You have plenty at home. You don't need another one.”

After he paid the shopkeeper he walks in the direction of home with the sudden flash of notes on his mind. Before he knew it he'd accidentally wandered into a snack food stall.

He convinced himself to look at the chocolate section much to the dismay and wavering protests of his other half. He glances at the different types and chuckles slightly and feels an unfamiliar sharp bittersweet feeling warm in his chest. Doc paused and searched his mind for the memory connecting the feeling in vain.

This caused confusion for Attila as well but grumbled out a “move on.” Doc exits the market slowly as if it would fix the seemingly non existent gap in his memory.

It's this mental exercise that occupies his thoughts when he travels home. He greeted the others also absentmindedly while he sorts his purchases. After that task he sits at the office with a sigh.

He looks out of his doorway at the almost empty storage room they have in the back wall of the building. With this glance that feeling returns with a bitter tang of emptiness. It is one that seems sad so much so that Attila feels it too albeit less so. It is this feeling that tells him the room should be filled.

By what? Another thing, another person? It takes a moment but he shakes it off and pinches the bridge of his nose ,head aching from overuse.

“I should really get more sleep.”, he comments with a sigh before turning back to his work.

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#goodboyaudios #good boy audios bvz #gba mahatma #writing #bvz #slight angst

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heartbeat-eras · 1 year ago

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Exercise….Again… how do you think she went this time? (Read to the end (or skip) it’s worth it)

So after last time I was told that my heart probably freaked out as I was failing at normal human needs like food and sleep. So better equipped I went out today to try again and slow.

Just a walk… maybe a preset “hike” on the treadmill… HRM linked to see the rate easy. Ecg - in case a decent trace was obtained. Stemoscope taped to my chest - a hybrid erbs spot which actually got good sound despite movement. I felt like a lab rat but was ready to go.

Choose a trek. One looks easy… but didn’t check the stats. Instant 10 grade incline. It’s ok. We’re walking at 3km/h. Easy pace. Listening to may heart in my ears. The sound is good. I’m surprised. I can hear her picking up speed and my breathing getting faster and deeper. But I feel good.

At some point I jump off the treadmill to check the ecg and the sound come recovery time. You will hear her drop. That is not the recovery. She needs a bit more pushing. I increase the speed as my RPE is comfortable. The HRM registers in the 170s and not pushing further. I still feel fine and it’s been about 20 mins. I know I said I wouldn’t run and would take it easy. But I was feeling ok. So I reduce the incline to 0 and crank up the speed. This is the point where the recording cuts out as you can just hear my feet pounding and not my heart. Little by little I increase the speed until we hit 188. She then drops to 182 and keeps climbing and dropping between the numbers. I decide to push a bit more. We haven’t hit 190 in 5 years to that was the goal. Pushing into a sprint, it takes her about a min to realise what’s going on. I’m watching the rate on the screen 186, 189, 192. I jump off, heartbeat pounding as fast as I’ve ever heard her. I catch my breath for a few seconds and realise I should be screen recording my ecg. She’s slowed down a bit by this point but you can see she really seems to like beating in the 140s. 😂

This time I felt fine. No dizziness. A bit quicker recovery from the 180s - 190s. 🥰

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #female heartbeat #heartbeat #beating heart #pounding heart #fast heartbeat #stress test #ecg #ecg monitoring #ecg test #exercise heartbeat

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rodanscreechgo · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/rodanscreechgo/778439430737428480/with-how-old-the-top-10-are-i-sometimes-wonder-why?source=share

Looking at this post again I wondered who would be the best at babysitting

At first I thought it's definitely Veremonte then remembered he's filthy rich he probably just paid nannies to take care of his kids and grandkids. So he would probably just give the responsibility to one of his underlings. Though he's probably the most calm and consoling to a baby. Jurion probably just makes a small play area for the baby with toys and plays a cartoon for the baby. Ian ranges anywhere from getting bored with the baby to full on taking the baby to do something like sleighing. In any case Ian loses his chances taking care of the baby pretty quickly.

Andrei would probably do something similar to Veremonte though I feel like Earthquake would be equally as bad maybe they make the traitor vice-principal guy take care of the baby.

Astra- no just no. His place can't be remotely baby proofed because of his power also neither him or his followers would know how to take care of a child maybe Tanji but best case scenario he's bubble wrapping and giving the baby a helmet for safety.

With Greg it's kinda hard to tell. He'd either be good at it since the baby would just spend the majority of the time sleeping on him cause he's warm. He would just give the baby to his underlings if the baby got fussy. Though Morthuis seems the type to accidentally get into a staring contest with the baby. He seems the type to use parenting books like a instruction manual.

I think for Mirou it would depend if she has cuteness aggression or not. If she doesn't she doesn't bother to care. If she does she's treating the baby more like a doll than an actual baby. As for her unnamed Apprentice he probably pokes or teases the baby for fun cause he thinks the baby's reactions are funny.

Schneider seems the type to just give the baby to his underlings. Unless the baby has a pension for chaos like somehow climbing ceilings, trying to bite grown ups, anything that would cause a normal person to worry would cause him to like the baby. Royst seems the type to be decent at babies probably gives the baby a cartoon to watch and gives the baby a toy. Duke probably fumes and glares at the baby giving the baby passive aggressive commentary like the baby can respond.

Supri gives the vibes of a strict grandma. The baby food has to be perfectly nutritious no junk food no processed food. There's a strict schedule for play and learning. Shes not letting the baby see any cartoons. Educational shows can't be played for more than 30 minutes. There is an allotted nap time and a time for exercise. All in all she takes good care of the baby. Muse is probably also good he isn't as strict and he'd probably sing the baby nursery rhymes.

For Gestella shes probably very awkward at first but she wouldn't hand over the baby to Mei or Blues. She would take it as a challenge ( she's a top ten how dare you question whether or not she can take care of a baby). She gets a bunch of parenting books and panics over every cough, sneeze, or mark on the baby. She is insanely serious about everything related to the baby. Had the entire place baby proofed. Relaxes after a bit and is more comfortable with the baby. Gets the baby cute outfits and accessories. Blues is probably panic cleaning everything every single surface has to be sanitary. He makes sure the baby isn't touching anything dirty. Mei is the calmest, she's probably making fruit shapes and singing songs with the baby.

Kayden is similar to Gestella in that he's awkward with the baby but refuses to admit he is incapable of taking care of one. In his case he already showed he has some knowledge in the medical field (it's shown in the earlier chapters). After getting used to the baby he's pretty chill with the baby. Also Kartein is pretending like he isn't but he's definitely also looking out for the baby's health. Kartein makes sure the baby eats healthy and gets proper exercise for babies. Also make sure the baby has proper mental stimulus. Pluton probably tries to give the baby strength training early on (Kartein scolds him as Jiwoo slowly carries the baby away). Jiwoo is really sweet with the baby probably doing small dances with the baby for nursery rhymes the baby absolutely loves Jiwoo. Ameyong is probably very awkward but later warms up to the baby and is very protective.

#eleceed

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healer-of-angband · 3 days ago

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How did you go about housing all the elves in angband?

For later prisoners, we generally kept them in small groups of individuals who didn't know each other well, in an attempt to disrupt cohesion between them and the risk of uprising. General requirements are detailed in the domestication guide.

I was very proud of the first big setup I was able to put together for the first elves that came in, back before even the Valar knew about them.

First, we dug out a large, two-level cavern deep beneath Thangorodrim, with the uppermost being the larger. We managed to redirect some of the meltwater flow from the peaks to filter through multiple layers of rock, which removed most of the surface contaminants.

It emerged near the ceiling as a waterfall and was channelled through the place to supply a continuous source of potable water. The water was significantly more mineralised than that which fell as rain, slowly forming white crusts and spears of crystal, but the elves didn't seem to find this objectionable- the extra calcium seemed to do them some good.

It flowed all the way through and directed down the ramp into the lower level, in another channel running alongside the walkway. Here, volcanic springs bubbled, the cool water mixing with the hot and constantly replenishing it, stopping the upper layers from getting too hot. The overflow spilled out into a second channel, disappearing into a fissure in the rock that we covered with a metal grate, just to make sure none of the small ones would disappear into it.

The elves really enjoyed bathing in these pools. They were deep enough to swim in, providing excellent exercise, and we carved a lip around the perimeter of the stone so they could sit there more safely. The springs were also the basis of a really cool ecosystem we managed to get going there to provide some extra food.

Basically, near the surface these microbial mats formed that ate whatever else was coming up from the vents. A bunch of different flying insects grazed on them. Much deeper, around the vents themselves, a lot more creatures lived, mostly little crustaceans and molluscs that particularly brave or inventive elves would catch. I think they mostly liked their shells, and would weave with the fibres they used to adhere themselves to the rock. It isn't particularly easy to cook things that live in water that hot, and I don't think they tasted particularly good.

A lot of the insects had aquatic larvae, and preferred the cooler stream and standing water. This in turn supported a number of small fish and amphibians, mostly eating the adult insects venturing close to the water to breed.

The ceilings of all the connected caverns were covered in glow worms, the pale blue light mimicking the stars they were accustomed to and making the elves a lot more comfortable.

The glowing larvae helped in keeping down the populations of other insects within the caves, and the pupa within reach were also eaten when other foods were unavailable. Their threads needed some processing, but they also really liked weaving with them, at least until we started being able to get a decent amount of spider silk from Ungoliant's spawn after that whole mess.

Mostly we tried housing them similarly to others, with small tunnels dug into the walls with niches for sleeping in. Of course, a lot of them turned out to prefer piling all their cloth and furs into the middle of the room to sleep on and use the niches as storage, but it didn't make that much of a difference.

As time passed, we had to dig out more of the upper chamber to terrace it into tiers, with three walkways set increasingly further back into the rock above the previous set of entrances. This easily tripled the number of rooms for the growing population.

The open space below had no real division, workstations for various activities scattered where they had been initially made, largely cumbersome things carved out of the stone removed in excavation. They made a lot of textiles and jewellery for the fun of it, alongside various tools.

While elves that aren't pregnant, breastfeeding, or actively growing don't need that much food with so many ainur around, the point of this group was to establish a breeding population, and a lot of bodies make a lot of waste.

On the opposite side from the waterfall, we carved out another cavern, crisscrossed with raised walkways above a gravel substrate. In front of the the entrance to this cavern is where we built the latrines. These structures were the only ones to have doors, though a lot of the residences had fabric pulled across the entrances.

Urine was produced in far higher quantities, and was a useful source of ammonia and other compounds. For this we encouraged them to use large, wide mouthed amphorae that could be sat on or stood above, easy to seal and replaced when full. These were largely kept in the individual residences, but we always kept a few in the latrines themselves.

Since they preferred to bury their excrement, the latrines consisted of a long, low bench with large holes at intervals along it that could be sat on directly or, more frequently, squatted over. Sawdust was provided to cover the waste and reduce odour, with another trickle of water filling basins for them to wash themselves afterwards. The wastewater from this was channelled down and across, beneath the bench. The top of the benches lifted, allowing the mixture to be swept down the concealed ramp where it was channelled into the gravel beds.

The nutrients were ideal for growing mushrooms, further channels directing the organic sludge beneath the walkways. The whole room was at a slight angle, ensuring the waste made it to the very back and overflowed across the substrate. Fungi grew rapidly off the nutrients present, as did the main population of insects. It smelled pretty bad in there, hence why it was generally sealed off.

The mushrooms were generally not used to feed elves directly, with pigs instead snouting around in the gravel. Troughs were used to additionally feed them any waste from preparing food that no other use could be found for. The pigs provided an invaluable source of protein and nutrients for the population of elves and reproduced rapidly, though each one was represented a much greater commitment of resources than the smaller, largely self sustaining animal populations.

#silmarillion #Rácasar #Rácasar Containment Zone

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quirkwizard · 4 months ago

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Sup Wizzy. It’s been a long time sing I’ve been on your tumblr! While scrolling though what I missed, I seen your quirk Health Nut and was wondering if you could expand on that? Muchas Gracias El Mago!!

"Health Nut" relies a lot on the user's training to work properly, but the training wouldn't be that complicated. It would simply involve the user doing a lot of physical exercise, making health-conscious decisions, and researching ways to maximize both of those. The Quirk becomes better the more the user takes care of their body. Exercising, eating right, getting to sleep at a decent hour, all that kind of stuff. The rest of it would be them eating as much healthy food as they can to gain the boost the Quirk gives out. By eating them and then applying the power boost, the user could try and force more out of the boost and try to make it last longer.

Evolutions would see the user's physical abilities reach their peak, letting them pull off similar physical feats to Aizawa in his prime. The biggest growth would come from the boost the user gets from food. This could start with the boost lasting longer or giving the user a more potent power up from the foods they eat. The real benefit would come from the foods themselves. The user could try and amplify the specific benefits they get from the foods, trading out the general boost for supercharging one aspect of their body related to the food. Like they could eat a carrot to give them brief supervision or spinach to get them a surge of super durability.

For equipment, they could carry around pouches full of healthy foods they could eat like fruits or vegetables to give themselves whatever boost they want or need while on the job. Maybe small workout equipment like hand grippers to keep themselves fit between fights. The user could have a suit that can help monitor their body like a giant FitBit. That way, if they are lacking anywhere physically or are having any kind of health issues, the suit could update them about it. As for the look, I really like the idea of the user having a very fitness-themed outfit to go with their health-themed powers. Like something themed after a tracksuit or weightlifter.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Original Quirk

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ros3ybabes · 2 years ago

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Things I Currently Do For Better Health 🎀

Hi lovelies 💗

I try to live my life in alignment with my values, the biggest value being improved quality of life. I like to think I've included a lot of different things into my life to improve overall quality of health and life. So here's a list of things I do that help me with consistent improved health!

*I do not do these things every single day/every single week! Sometimes life happens, as I am a full time employee and a full time college student, so there are times I am too busy or too tired for some things. However, these are things I like to work really hard to consistently implement in my life <3

🩷 Mental (Intelect) Health -

Reading at least 1 chapter of a book, typically self help or productivity focused

Studying a 2nd language! Currently focusing on Japanese but contemplating adding in Spanish as a secondary focus

Consuming informative content! I love podcasts, and I really like watching Ted talks! And of course, the books I read tend to be more non-fiction, just from personal preference

Academics! Keeping up with my school work and academic life keeps me well informed. I'm always learning something new in my classes! I also personally enjoy studying, I lowkey love academic validation!

🩷 Mental (Emotional) Health -

Journaling! I try to follow a guided journal as often throughout the week as I can and I try to do some writing in my normal journal every so often, but honestly I've been a little too busy for journaling

Therapy! I know not everyone has access to a therapist, but I absolutely love being able to talk to a mental health professional at least once a week. My therapist has been the greatest help, especially as things have gotten more stressful in my life.

Rest! It's really important for me to have down time and not feel guilty about taking some rest time for myself. I always make sure I'm in a position to take rest without compromising school work or anything, but I try to have some time during the week where I can just lay in bed and do nothing for a while.

Meditation! This is one I'm still trying to implement, but I used to meditate for 5 to 10 minutes in the morning and it always gave me some mental clarity and ease of kind for the day. Definitely want to pick it back up!

Yoga! So good for mindfulness, finding stillness and relaxation, and overall ease of my being in general. It's like a super peaceful flowy version of stretching, and I'm adding this back into my routine slowly.

🩷 Physical Health -

Exercise! I try to get in movement daily. Some days that's lifting weights in the gym or doing some moderate cardio on the treadmill, and other days that means light cardio from everyday tasks or some mindful stretching and yoga to relax my body after a long day

Sleep! I try to get 6 to 8 hours a night at minimum otherwise I tend to over do the caffiene which only hurts me in the long run. Quality sleep is important for me, it helps me regulate my mood, my energy levels, and my appetite and cravings! The worse and less sleep I get, the crankier and hungrier I tend to be

Nutrition and Hydration! I do not believe in restricting foods, I believe in healthy moderation and healthy substitution. I try to eat a decent amount of protein and fiber, while not restricting or feeling guilt on days I eat a little higher fats or carbs. Balance is key! And water is so important!! It helps my skin, my energy, my hunger signals, everything!

Skincare!! I feel so amazing after a full skincare routine. My morning routine is simple for now, but there's nothing like a good skincare routine to make me feel my best and most confident.

🩷 Miscellaneous-

regular doctor appointments! eye exams, general physician checkups, mental health appointments, dental, all of it! you'll never know what aspect of your health needs some work if you don't keep an eye on it! I look forward to all my appointments as it always gives me insight into my health that I otherwise wouldn't know.

Balance! I work full time, 5 days a week. I go to classes in person 4 days a week plus two online classes for a total of almost 18 credit hours. I'm stressing about finances, insurance, future classes, and my current grades. Therefore, I make sure to find time for the gym, for my skincare routine, for my therapy appointments, and for quality sleep. If I let any aspect of my self care and health slide, I'd be a spiraling mess, and I can't afford to do that to myself, nor do I want to. I deserve self care and rest and good days, and I always like to play an active part in having a good day for myself! Balance is key!

That's all for now, lovelies. My greatest value in my personal life in regards to myself is a high quality of life and I want to ensure I get that! I love working on my health and taking care of myself. I love keeping myself healthy and happy and functioning. We all deserve good health, happiness, and positive days!

til next time, lovelies 💗

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lasbiarez · 1 year ago

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Cat Owner Hua Cheng AU

This is really long BUT HEAR ME OUT

Modern setting: Hua Cheng lives alone in an apartment and he hates life, hates his job, hates his neighbours, and literally everyone he meets. He can't get out of bed most days except to go to work and he doesn't have any friends to talk to

One day he finds this filthy cat in his room who's taking shelter from the rain. The cat has a name tag that reads: Xie Lian

Hua Cheng really wants to kick this cat out, but it's still raining so he supposes Xie Lian can stay until the rain stops. Which took longer than he anticipated, but he won't add animal cruelty to his many list of horrible actions by throwing it back in the rain

While waiting Hua Cheng might as well clean this cat up so it doesn't get mud everywhere! The cat sits still as he scrubs a concerning amount of dirt off of it. He realises that its fur is,,, really soft??? Huh.

Despite being relatively well mannered for a cat it's flighty and hides a lot, flinching and running away at any loud noises. Hua Cheng is more than happy to be left alone

The rain eventually stops. By then Xie Lian is already sleeping so Hua Cheng can't really just kick it out, right? Fine, it can stay a little longer. ONLY until it wakes up!

The cat wakes up the next day, by then Hua Cheng needs to go to work. He can handle Xie Lian AFTER work, surely. But once he got home he was too tired to do that, so the cat gets to stay another day

Three days passed. Hua Cheng can't just leave this cat to starve or eat whatever leftover is in the fridge, that's basically chipping away his own ration of food to eat! He buys cat food

A week passed. Hua Cheng came back from work stressed out of his mind. Xie Lian seems to notice this and decides to sit on his lap. He purrs. Hua Cheng doesn't know how to move him and fumbles around awkwardly in his seat before eventually petting him. Okay. Maybe this cat is a little bit cute

A week and a half in, Hua Cheng notices this cat is Insane

Xie Lian is clumsy and Hua Cheng has started to wonder wether this cat enjoys endangering his own life on purpose. He knocks over vases and then jumps down on the shards, slips on the floor when he runs around, crashes into walls, bites cables, jumps off multiple story buildings

Hua Cheng is surprised that this cat is still alive!

But... it's a change of pace, it's certainly a motivation to get out of bed every morning and make sure he hasn't accidentally killed himself. He's Surely Not worried about the cat's safety, he just gets a little fussy whenever Xie Lian almost walks into traffic, fretting over whatever poisonous thing Xie Lian decides to put into his mouth this time. But that's IT. He Does Not Care

...He bought a carpet for Xie Lian so he doesn't keep slipping when he runs around

Three weeks in Hua Cheng brings Xie Lian to the vet. Xie Lian is scared of needles and hisses at the doctor, Hua Cheng laughs at the display. That's probably the first genuine laugh he had in years

He's... leaving the house more often now to bring Xie Lian on walks and buy cat food and toys. Maybe he enjoys the many detours Xie Lian would accidentally drag him to, a change of scenery once in awhile is good for him—He needs the exercise anyway.

Hua Cheng befriends a pet shop owner. He thinks liking fish out of literally any other animal is a little weird, but He Xuan's a decent guy to talk to when he's bored

A month later Xie Lian gained weight and isn't as flighty as before, he approaches Hua Cheng more often and demands (meows at him and lightly scratches his thighs) for his attention. Maybe Hua Cheng chuckles a bit whenever he does

It also doesn't slip his attention that despite being very well mannered and polite Xie Lian does not do as he's told. Ever. He'd actually do the complete opposite of what Hua Cheng tells him to do and then look at him innocenly like he didn't know what he did wrong

Hua Cheng finds it endearing

A month and a half in. Dry cat food has been upgraded to various meats and maybe a couple of fancy cat meals, Xie Lian has his own scratch post and towers to climb on and jump safely from. Xie Lian also gets his own bed, but more often than not sleeps curled up against Hua Cheng

Two months in... Hua Cheng bought a cat backpack... he starts bringing Xie Lian to work

His coworkers adores Xie Lian. Coos at him, pets him. Hua Cheng grows slightly protective over the cat, threatens anyone who so much as touches the cat wrong. He gets snappy and quick to anger whenever someone mistreats Xie Lian, but he no longer feels absolutely unapproachable with such a cute cat by his side

Some of his coworkers... actually likes him. Hm.

Three months later Xie Lian comes over whenever Hua Cheng calls for him. Hua Cheng successfully made his apartment room cat friendly. Xie Lian no longer accidentally set his fur on fire trying to watch Hua Cheng cook

Four months in. Xia Lian accidentally licks Hua Cheng's finger while feeding. Hua Cheng realises he would die for this cat

A week after Hua Cheng finally admits that he cares about this cat and he'd watch the world burn if something happened to him this Random Man (/neg!) shows up at his door, looking for Xie Lian. How dare he not take care of this cat for months and now demanding him to be returned!

The man asked very nicely, Hua Cheng is just being dramatic

Hua Cheng is obviously defensive about this. He accuses the man with pet negligence and is very unpleasant and rude the entire conversation, dissing the man's lack of style, insulting his eyebags and dishevelled look. The man doesn't seem to mind and actually looks... resigned towards Hua Cheng's verbal assault

Until the man introduces himself as Xie Lian

"...You named your cat after yourself?" Hua Cheng was ready to poke at this man's apparent self importance and vanity

Human Xie Lian laughs awkwardly, "No, he's actually my cousin's cat but he doesn't take care of him very well. He thought it would be funny to name the cat after me."

...okay, Hua Cheng isn't suddenly going to feel bad for the man just because his cousin makes fun of him. The man still didn't take care of cat Xie Lian when it's apparent that he should step up!

"—And I really should take better care of him, but I was in a car accident and got into a coma for a few months. I just got out this week so I've been looking for him while catching up with my own work. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Xie Lian continues like he's talking about the weather, sounding... weirdly sheepish for a man who was in a life threatening situation

Oh... OH. Now Hua Cheng feels a little bad for being so unreasonable considering the man was literally dying and apologising about it

Hua Cheng sighs, opens his door wider, and says, "Let's talk about this inside."

"Of course, I'm sorry again—"

That's when human Xie Lian realises Hua Cheng's room is filled wall to wall with cat things, he has portraits of cat Xie Lian on every furniture—a lot of them. It should be concerning it this point, but human Xie Lian just chuckles, albeit awkwardly

"You seem to be attached to him..."

Then they get joint custody over this cat, they slowly fall in love, then they got together and Xie Lian moves in

Hua Cheng, with all seriousness, replies calmly, "I will kill you if you try to take him away from me."

The end!

#hualian #sort of?????#xie lian is a cat and hua cheng would die for him does that count?#Hua Cheng does NOT have romantic feelings for cat Xie Lian I feel like I have to say this orz #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf #lasposts #thought moment

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Ch.2:

Being sewn up without anything to numb the pain was one of the worst experiences Lee had come to know. Fortunately that this time, he didn't have to do it himself. The lovely Sakura Haruno from across the hall has offered to patch him up. Now that she knew the nature of his injuries, he could hardly refuse her. She had done an exceptional job compared to the sorry stitches Lee performed on himself.

His skin was raised in many sections where it had healed wrong. He was almost ashamed to have Sakura's delicate hands work his skin. He felt like a monster next to her.

"There, that should do it." Sakura snipped off the last stitch. "Now I'm not a certified doctor, but if you won't see a real one, these will do. Just have to wrap them now."

Lee's eyes watered.

Sakura was quick to notice it and frowned. "I know it must hurt like hell, you're gonna need to take pain killers."

"It is not that— well, it does hurt a lot. It is just that I am touched by your generosity," Lee explained. Guy Sensei always taught him to wear his heart on his sleep, so he wasn't afraid to show his emotions. Even if that meant crying in front of the nice girl.

"It's nothing, really." Sakura gathered up the bloody bandages and tossed them into the trash. She cleaned up everything on the floor and placed the first aid contents back into the kit. Once again, she offered to help him up, which Lee would oblige this time. "We should get you laid down. You don't mind if I poke around and look for something to keep the swelling down?" She was referring to the bruising he sustained on his face.

Lee shook his head. "Not at all. I have frozen foods in the freezer, if that would help."

Together they walked the short distance into his room, the only part of the apartment that looked lived in. He had more exercise equipment in here. His closet was cracked open, revealing many green colored clothes. He had a picture of Guy Sensei hung up by his bed. On his nightstand, a framed photograph of himself and his childhood friends; a girl and another boy.

Sakura helped him to his bed, where he promptly laid himself down with a groan. "I'll be right back," she said as she tiptoed off. As if she was scared of disturbing something in his living quarters.

Lee stared up at his ceiling, pondering his current predicament. A glass bottle. Of course. There was nothing noble in the act but it wasn't exactly against the rules. In the heat of the moment, he didn't feel a thing. He felt terrible for lying to Guy Sensei about how bad he actually felt afterwards. Lee just thought he could take care of it himself. He did a decent job of looking after his injuries. The wounds ended up closed even if they weren't perfect.

Sakura returned with a bag of frozen corn and placed it onto Lee's face. "Here," she said, "now lemme wrap up those arms for you."

Lee didn't protest as the weariness set in. His arms felt like they were on fire. "Thank you, Miss Haruno. How can I ever repay you?" It didn't feel right to keep accepting her kindness without giving her anything in return. "Would you go out with me?"

"Huh?" Sakura reeled back, dropping Lee's arm, much to his chagrin. He crinkled his nose in pain. "Sorry... Did you just ask me out on a date?"

"Ah! Of course the beautiful Miss Haruno would not go out on a date with a wretch like me." He peered at her from beneath the frozen bag. Fortunately, it hid his burning cheeks. "I am... Merely offering you to a meal as thanks."

Sakura didn't know where to look. She couldn't look at Lee because she knew he was watching her. Instead she continued to band his arm where she left off. "Well um... I don't think that's a good idea."

"You are ashamed to be seen with me then," said Lee.

"What? No! I just—"

"You are seeing someone?"

Sakura bit her lower lip. "That's complicated."

"Then you are concered about where my money comes from?" Lee asked. It was all dirty money after all. "Miss Haruno does not want to be associated with a criminal like me."

Sakura reached for his other arm. "You didn't kill anybody do you?"

"As I had said before, killing is the only thing that goes against the rules."

Sakura glanced at him. "How about drugs? Steroids?" Before she even got this close to him, she could tell that he was well built. However, she was not curious as to the means of getting there.

"Do you see any needle wounds?" Lee had asked her, his voice was laced with certain amusement. "I assure you that I do not use drugs. Though I cannot promise you that the other street fighters do not."

"Who pays you then, do you know?"

Lee shook his head. "No one is quite sure who is at the top running the ring. The money is most certainly dirty money. But I understand if you do not wish to go out with me."

Sakura hung her head. "What do you typically use the money for?"

Lee closed his eyes with a sigh. "To survive. Since my youth, I have turned to fighting to make money. It is all I have ever known. I was not completely lying when I said I was a martial artist. One day I hope to teach young ones how to defend themselves just as my sensei had taught me."

Sakura turned her attention to the picture above the bed. "Is that him? In the picture, I mean." Lee still had his eyes closed, she realized.

"Yes. He taught me everything I need to know about life."

The two looked quite the same. The same bushy brows, the bowl cut, the lashes. Might Guy was just tanner with sleepier looking eyes that came with age. Regardless of his age, he was beaming in the picture. The same kind of goofy grin Lee had. "Is he... Your dad?" The resemblance was too uncanny for Sakura not to comment on it.

"No." Lee wished he was, but that was not the case. "Not biologically."

"Wait are you for real?" Sakura did a double take. She looked at the picture of Guy and the framed photo of Lee and his friends as kids. In the framed photo, Lee didn't have the bowl cut. His hair was actually quite long. But the brows and the dark eyes were still the same. "You look so alike! He's not even your uncle?"

"We share no kind of blood."

From how fondly Lee spoke of his sensei, it was obvious that he held the man in high enough regard to view him as a sort of father figure.

Before Sakura could ask anymore questions, Lee had drifted off into sleep. She mentally cursed herself. She was supposed to make him take pain killers, not chat him up about his life!

Regardless, she couldn't just stay here while he slept. She crept off back into the hallway and slunk back into her apartment.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Lee slept like a brick that night. He only woke up due to the stinging pain in his arms. The bag of frozen corn Sakura used to quell the swelling in his face had thawed out and now his face smelled like the interior of the freezer.

Yuck.

Lee swung his feet over the side of his bed, casting the bag of corn to the side. He really couldn't believe that the amazing Miss Haruno came to his apartment that night, to his aid!

In the month following Sakura's moving in, he had kept a passive distance from her. Their schedules never allowed them to see each other aside from the mornings. Now he knows that Sakura goes to school. Now she knows that he goes to do... Illegal things.

Regardless of what little he saw of her, he always thought she was beautiful. A pretty thing like her didn't need to be caught up in his mess. She probably had a boyfriend anyway.

Maybe Guy Sensei has some sage advice about women. Despite being unmarried himself, the coach doesn't play the game. Guy Sensei has never been wrong before.

Lee's eyes settled on the photograph of himself with Neji and Tenten, two other kids Guy Sensei took under his wing who also grew into adults that had taken up street fighting.

Neji did had a family, unlike Lee, one of the most prestigious families in all of Konoha City; The Hyuga. Lee has come to learn that the reason Neji had taken up the illegal sport as a cry out for help. While well off, the Hyuga weren't exactly the most loving family out there.

Then there was Tenten who was old enough to remember her parents but like Lee was an orphan herself. With a lot of anger towards the world, Might Guy shaped her into a weapon.

They were his family.

But that wasn't what caught his attention. Lee spotted a bottle of pills next to the photo, along with a written note.

"Take two every four hours,

Love Sakura Haruno"

"L-love?" Lee's cheeks were tinged pink. No, that couldn't be right. They had only talked for the first time yesterday. This was a friendly use of the word love to sign off a note. Regardless, it was nice to have somebody close to home that cared for him. She didn't have to go the extra length.

Somehow, he was going to thank her for this.

#leesaku #fanfic #naruto #alternate universe #sakura haruno #rock lee

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