oliveishere

[oliveishere]

L stares down at the little plate with the intensity of an interrogation., his thumb poked into his upper lip like it often is when he's deep in thought. How many days has it been now, where this little thing has appeared next to him.

Every day, on a dainty plate one might expect to find a slice of cheesecake, there’s a small, freshly prepared piece of Japanese sweet omelette. Soft layers, faintly sweet, drizzled with a dark sauce and arranged suspiciously like a baked good. Suspicious… but inviting.

Well, not anymore. By now, it looks all but dissected, the poor thing. He pokes at it again, the fork in his hand in that signature not-quite-comfortable grip.

He pushes it to the side.

The truth is, L is malnourished. It wasn't a secret. Sweets, to him, were safe. Predictable. A small bit of serotonin his body didn't often get. The best nutritional value he got was from the rare time Watari could convince him a gummy vitamin was still, in fact, a gummy. And that was a good day.

So you do what you can: leave him a small piece of something just similar enough to act as a bridge. Consistently. Subtly. Like trying to befriend a stray cat. Because if you want this to stick, it has to be his idea.

One slow afternoon, more bored than hungry, his eyes drift to the plate. Still there. He pulls it closer. Only a bite that day — a test — but it’s something. And then, another day, something more. Eventually when you pick the plates up at the end of the day they're picked clean. You walk in on him, one day, eating softly. Fork in his mouth, as he absentmindedly clicks away at his computer.

You want to celebrate, you really do. But it's such a proud, fussy housecat you've decided to look after; that even that much might stop him in his tracks.

[oliveishere]

Saw your L Lawliet post about "what to do if you become a worm"

And I was thinking... what about L "we need to find out what to do if this situation ever happens and how to deal with it" x Reader "I know exactly why you asked this and now I will psycho analyse you. I will tell you why you asked me this very question and how we will deal with whatever caused it" like 2 idiots both getting in so many details that they forget about the question and just start yapping for hours

Oh, absolutely. I feel like there needs to be a threshold for yapping in a relationship with L, because really, he loves to do it. Mostly about his special interests (cases) but also this. And with a partner who's also into logic and psychoanalysis? Oh boy, you'd never stop. Be careful though, with that boy's ego? If you ever disagree with anything, he's going to make it his new goal in life to prove himself right.

Thank you for the ask, it's a lovely addition 🩷

[oliveishere]

Katsuki Bakugo is dragged into girl-time with the same energy as an angry chihuahua being forced to be groomed. He's so much more bark than bite; when he's getting dragged into the room, he's shouting and swearing, complaining how he doesn't want to "waste his time with this shit." Yet here he is hours later, a face mask on, a timer on his phone, and effortlessly falling into girl-talk.

"Idiot, if that extra is treating you like that, hurry up and leave his ass already." He still complains, but its more huffed out begrudging mumbles now, as black polish is being expertly applied to his hand. He's grumbling on about how "this better not mess with my quirk-" and he'd never admit it out loud, but... He kind of likes the way it looks.

[oliveishere]

It isn't that L doesn't *understand* it, but to him, the question itself is flawed. How can he be sure if he would "still love you if you were a worm," with so many unknowns? Was he present when you were changed? Or, barring that, how would he know this worm is you? Do you, in this scenario, retain your human intelligence? Or are you now stuck at the level of sentience of a worm? Of course, his feelings for you as a person would be unchanged, but to know what would become of your worm body relies entirely on these additional factors.

With the blank face and thumb chewing you were met with at first, it would be easy to assume he was about to say something about not being interested in pointless, and frankly ridiculous, hypotheticals. But no, the boy was simply baffled you could expect him to draw conclusions from such a broad question. What was supposed to be a quick interaction to ease a silly anxiety became an entire conversation, with diagrams and logic trees. And it was decided, after a long, in-depth discussion, that if you are ever to be turned into a worm for whatever reason: you should curl tightly into a ball so that he can identify you.

[oliveishere]

Its a given that Price's little wife is pampered to all hell. This girl probably hasn't openned her own car door since their first date. HOWEVER, there is one thing this man cannot do for the life of him (and I refuse to budge on this), and that's open crab. His big, rough hands are great for fighting, but something about those presicion movements to crack the crab and get it out in one piece? He always mucks it up. So, his little wife, all giddy at the fancy seafood restaurant, cracks open a part of her own food, then part of his, smiling with all the love in the world as she feeds him little bites. A less self-assured man might be embarassed to let servers see him be the one doted on- but he'll let her have this one thing.