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A cat in my apartment complex let me pet it ahhh i was so excited, i boiled an egg for it then i searched for it for 20 mins but couldn't find it. It was so cute ahhhh i hope i see it today.
#Also i was so hungry i ate half the egg#I put the other half in the park maybe some cate will eat i think there are three
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I’ve only eaten some crackers, chocolate chips, and two eggs today 🥹
#I originally cracked four but as I was looking at my GORGEOUS eggs in the pan my sister came in asking if they were for her so I gave her#half of my food 🥹 she also ate three mini sourdough pizzas that I made for her earlier#I’m very hungry
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I have this friend that I haven't seen in a year. Last time I saw them, they were skinnier than me and barely ate when stopping by. They didn't ask for snacks or anything to eat unless I was already planning on eating something. That's all fine and good, but I saw them again after about a year...
They had clearly put on at least 100 pounds, potentially 150, and I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I assure you that I'm not. When the couch barely made a sound before, it creaked and groaned against their weight. When they had no issues getting around, going up the stairs left them out of breath. When the floorboards were silent with their footsteps, they now stepped heavily around the house with the boards creaking loudly underneath them. Even their clothes, which had to be new, were struggling against their overstuffed belly.
The first thing they did was ask me for something to eat, so I gladly made them ramen. They requested two packets and a soft-boiled egg, and I gladly provided. After their meal, they asked for snacks, so I willingly gave them whatever they wanted - all that I had. They finished an entire box of cheezits and a half of a second box. They also finished half a box of cookies. They wanted hot chocolate to go with this, so again, I provided, making sure to add extra whip cream and small marshmallows. As much as I tried not to, I found myself sneaking a glance at their shirt that was now riding up on them slightly as their belly hung over their pants.
They told me they were still hungry and somewhat reluctantly asked if I had anything left to eat. I happily agreed and made a full pizza, not expecting to eat a single bite of it myself. I brought the pizza over to the kitchen table, and they took a seat, the wooden chair creaking loudly as they did so. After I added some extra cheese on top, they took a slice and quickly devoured it. Then they took another, and another. I kept them talking as they ate, somewhat of a distraction, and before they realized it, they had eaten the entire pizza. I could tell their pants were barely clinging to them, and it was clear their shirt was riding up much more than it had been before. They looked stuffed, and I could see a look in their eyes that said, "If I eat any more, I'll pop."
Their stomach, however, disagreed with their comfort and growled. Clearly embarrassed, they tried to play it off, but I knew better. I grabbed them a dessert - a tub of strawberry ice cream, a small slice of chocolate cake, ice, extra sugar, a bit of cinnamon, and a half pint of heavy cream. I pulled out my blender and made a delicious and thick milkshake. How many calories it was, I can't exactly say, but I had to be a good host to my starving friend, no? I couldn't let them go hungry.
I handed them a glass of the drink, and, hesitantly at first, they started politely drinking, but as they continued, their polite sips turned into desperate gulps, as if they hadn't drank anything in ages. They chugged the drink down - one glass became two, and two became three, and so on until the drink had been finished entirely. Their breathing was a bit more labored as they sat, seemingly pinned to their chair by their weight, and with one final gulp of their glass, the button on their pants flew off, and their belly spilled out of the far-too-tight jeans. They were extremely embarrassed, but of course, I reassured them, letting them know that it just meant there was more room to eat their fill.
As their belly hung out, filled to the brim with food, it growled, begging for more. My friend's expression said that they could barely handle more, but their stomach clearly had other ideas. With a polite smile, I asked, "Are you still hungry?"
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reader who packs sev lunch x sev who only remembers to eat that lunch for the little love notes stashed in there plssss!!
WAHHHHH crying crying crying crying crying
men and minors dni
you've been packing her lunches since you moved in with her.
each day, you pack up the little reusable bag with leftovers or a quick cold cut sandwich, some snacks, and a note for your love. and each night, she comes home with an empty lunchbox and the tupperware licked clean.
what you don't know is that sevika only ever opens and eats her lunches because of the little notes you leave.
the first time you'd packed her a lunch-- just a simple sandwich and bag of chips in a paper bag-- she'd been too flustered by the gesture to tell you that she doesn't eat at work. she doesn't have time, she doesn't have space, she's usually not even that hungry after a days worth of dealing with idiots and cleaning blood.
so, when she gets to work, she tosses the paper sack to ran when she hears them lament about how hungry they are. "here, now shut your trap." she'd grunted, trying to ignore the bright smile her friend was shooting her.
"thanks, sev!"
she'd thought that would be the end of it. but, twenty minutes later, ran and lock found her in the alley, both of them giggling like children as they cornered her.
"hey, sevi-bear!" ran calls.
sevika freezes, her shoulders shooting up to her ears. that's your nickname for her-- reserved only for when you're trying to get her to blush and stammer.
lock laughs at her reaction, spraying chip crumbs everywhere-- her chips, sevika realizes-- and then he holds out a scrap of paper for her to examine.
your handwriting adorns it, enough for sevika to know that you wrote something devastatingly sweet and sappy. "you forgot this in your lunch, sev." he giggles.
she reaches out and snatches the paper with so much force lock stumbles forward. ran's cackling as sevika cooly walks away. (she doesn't sprint. and she's not blushing. no matter what ran says.)
she reads the note you left her in the stall of the bathroom, trying and failing to bite back her big, sappy smile at your words.
have a good day, sevi-bear. if you pass a market, bring home a dozen eggs? i'll miss you today, work's going to be so boring, all i'll be thinking about is you. eat all your lunch, i made it with love. <3
sevika's hit with immense guilt the second she reads your words. and also, a bit of jealousy that ran and lock got to eat your love sandwich, and she didn't.
from that day on, sevika ate all her lunches. she can definitely taste the love, even on days where you're too tired to pack more than a collection of pre-packaged snacks.
but what she treasures most are the tiny scraps of paper. she collects them religiously, keeps them in her breast pocket each day until she can get home and stash her daily note in a little shoebox buried under her side of the bed.
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Love in the Time of Socialism
joost klein x artist!reader
art, mush, and ramblings about life
warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk
word count: 2k
a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything
title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House
Rpf below the cut—
Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.
So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.
Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.
But you can’t ignore him.
“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”
“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.
“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”
Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”
“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.
“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”
“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.
“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”
“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”
“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.
“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”
-
Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.
You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”
“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.
The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.
“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.
“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”
“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.
He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.
“Its okay to take a break, you know.”
“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”
“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.
“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.
“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.
“I don’t know what I would paint.”
“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”
“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.
“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.
you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.
tap tap tap tap
“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”
the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.
“what are you painting?”
“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.
“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.
“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”
tap tap tap tap tap tap
you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.
“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.
“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”
“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”
You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”
“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.
“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”
Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”
“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.
You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.
-
“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.
“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”
“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”
“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”
he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.
You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.
It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.
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Am I the asshole for eating my sister’s food?
🥞☕️
(to find later)
I (15m) don’t have a lot of time to get ready for school in the morning. Neither does my sister (11f) My mom is aware of this, and buys us easy breakfasts at the grocery store when she does, usually Sunday afternoon. My mom is usually great about remembering to pick up food for the week, however the breakfast food in question (pancake cups, the Pearl Milling Company ones) come in a 4 pack. (My mom gets us a special breakfast Friday so we don’t have to worry about breakfast on those days)
This is where I may be the asshole. While I eat one pancake cup for every day of the week, my sister saves up her food for reasons she won’t share. Last Saturday as of posting, she had eight in our pantry. For some reason, that day I woke up with a horrible headache as I forgot to eat the night before, and went to look at making myself some french toast. We didn’t have any eggs. Okay, I had thought, what about making actual pancakes? No pancake mix. Waffles? The waffle iron is still broken. After around a half hour of trying to find something, I turned to my sister’s stash of pancake cups. As it were, she could have ate one every day that week up until next Sunday if she still wanted to eat the breakfast my Mom gets special for us Friday, and Sunday is the day we go grocery shopping. Plus, at that point if she *really* wanted to have that many my mom was going grocery shopping the next day, she could get more. My point is, I made sure she wouldn’t go hungry on some mornings. So, I heat up the pancake cup.
When my sister wakes up, she is fuming. I try to explain that I have a horrible headache and hadn’t eaten the night before, and we didn’t have a lot of food in the house (Realistically we just had stale cheezits and 12 grain bread I could have toasted) and I couldn’t make myself any of the other things she had suggested either due to equipment broken or not having supplies. I also explained to her that Mom was going grocery shopping tomorrow, and if she really wanted that many so badly our Mom would grab some. She still isn’t happy. When my mom wakes up (from my sister’s screaming) she sides with me and says that my sister had a lot. She had one for every day of the week including Friday, a day she was guaranteed breakfast, and I felt awful from the night before. She told my sister that she really should have been more worried about me, and that I wasn’t feeling good. My mom also agreed that if she honestly thought she needed that many we could buy more the next day, and she wasn’t going to eat all of the seven she had left before Sunday. My sister stormed off.
My friends and mom think I’m not the asshole considering the situation that morning, and believe my sister should have been more compassionate towards me considering I didn’t feel well. I, however, see why my sister may be upset as at the end of the day it was her food. But, I feel like my point stands, I only took one knowing she wouldn’t have to skip breakfast one day. And if it mattered that much she had more than seven, we could have bought more the next day. Am I the asshole?
Tl;Dr - Am I the asshole for eating my sister’s food even though she had more than enough?
What are these acronyms?
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Reassembly 5
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(What the frick is the bat guy about???)
They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.
Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.
The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.
‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’
Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.
The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary.
“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”
“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”
“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.
They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.
Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.
He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him.
He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”
Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”
He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances.
“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”
“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”
Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.
Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized.
Oh thank Thor, he bought it.
The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.
…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.
“Smile!”
Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”
“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy!
Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”
Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”
Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”
Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.
“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.
“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.
Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.
‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.
Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”
Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”
He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.
It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.
At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.
He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.
He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?
He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.
‘I can’t go back there.’
Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.
He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information.
Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.
But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of.
He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.
"Is everything alright?"
Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said.
The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for."
Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!"
Her face lit up. "Are you applying?"
"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship."
She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”
Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”
She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”
“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”
“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to.
“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already.
“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”
“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky.
The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”
“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.
She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”
Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”
The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”
He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.
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Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic
By JJ
Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron committed suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street, Nicky Roth.
Chapter 15
Enzo and Ivan woke up, snuggling up against each other. They were happy for a moment, until they remembered where they were.
Aaron's room.
Mr. Peterson kidnapped them and put them here, along with Nicky, who was still sleeping.
"We're gonna die here.", Ivan said, beginning to cry again. He buried his face back into Enzo's chest, and let the tears fall out.
Then Nicky woke up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Enzo looked at him, "Nicky, we have to find a way to get out of here. Right now!", he said.
But Nicky shook his head and laid back down, "No. I don't want to, I wanna go back to sleep.", he said, almost sounding like he was a child begging to stay in bed because he didn't want to go to school.
Enzo looked at him, confused. But before he could question, the door unlocked and opened. In came Mr. Peterson, wearing an apron. He smiled at the kids.
"Oh, good to see you're all awake.", he said proudly, "Breakfast is ready.", he said, and then he left and went back downstairs.
Ivan immediately got up and was about to walk out the door, but not before looking back at Enzo's confused face. "I don't want to know what happens if I don't listen to him.", he said. "Also, I'm hungry.", then he ran downstairs.
Enzo looked back at Nicky's half asleep form, then he walked out of the room and downstairs.
When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised to see Trinity and Maritza already sitting at the table. He immediately ran to his sister and hugged her. "Oh thank goodness you're okay.", he breathed.
Maritza wrapped her arms around her brother and buried her face in his shoulder.
Enzo broke away from the hug and sat next to his sister, "Did he hurt you?", he whispered. Maritza shook her head, "No, but he did break a lamp.", she replied. "He said he'd replace it as soon as he went shopping again."
Trinity sighed and leaned back against her chair, "I can't believe this is happening.", she said.
Just then, plates full of waffles, eggs and bacon were placed in front of the kids, and cups of apple juice were sat down beside the plates. Mr. Peterson ruffled all of the children's hair before he went back to the counter and took a tray upstairs.
But just as he was about to leave, he turned back to the kids.
"In case I haven't told anyone yet, Nicky has a broken leg. He won't be able to move around much and he might need extra attention, but don't think that means I won't be keeping an eye on all of you.", he said. And with that, he left and went upstairs.
Ivan nervously ate his waffles, "Poor Nicky...", he whimpered.
"He said he doesn't even want to leave anymore.", said Enzo. "But when we tried escaping with him, he was running as fast as he could to get away from him."
"Yeah, before he got stuck in that bear trap.", said Maritza. "I bet Mr. Peterson put it there."
"No doubt.", said Trinity.
It was quiet for a moment, then Trinity slammed her fist down on the table.
"It can't end like this.", she said, "We came so far to try and rescue our friend, and now we're in the same mess he's in. I'm not giving up, and neither are any of you.", she said, pointing to her friends.
Ivan took a sip of his orange juice before he spoke up, "But what can we do? Nicky's got stockholm syndrome, and we're basically being monitored 24/7 by a madman who wants us to be his family. We have to be good children so we don't suffer punishments."
"Yeah, Trinity. What're we gonna do?", asked Maritza.
Trinity tapped her chin in thought, then she had an idea. "What are children mostly good at?"
Silence.
"Driving their parents up the wall.", she said. "Kids drive their parents crazy with insane ideas and demands, so all we have to do is make Mr. Peterson regret kidnapping us."
She slammed both her hands on the table, "We're gonna show him the scary part about parenthood."
Everyone's eyes widened, then they smiled and nodded.
"That's a perfect idea, Trin!", said Maritza. "Oh he wants children, well we're not gonna make it easy for him."
They all laughed as they continued to eat their breakfast.
Tomorrow, they'd put their plan into action.
#hello neighbor#kidnapped au#fill my empty heart#my fics#hello neighbor fanfic#theodore peterson#nicky roth#trinity bales#enzo esposito#maritza esposito#ivan
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"I hate the phrase 'healing my inner child' just state what normal activity you are doing and call it that"
Well I for one am healing my inner child by eating a platter of fish, eggs and fries.
You see, when I was a baby and then a toddler, my mother's number one complaint to my doctor was that I was hungry all the time and if she didn't feed me enough I'd go do something like hunt bugs in the garden and eat them... Or scream for more milk than she could make at all hours of the night, etc...
And he always told her that this was probably normal and healthy for me because I wasn't overweight and humans are primates, after all, but she should try giving me more protein in my diet so I didn't risk eating a dangerous bug, because i was like 2 and would just eat anything that moved.
So my mother took to cooking up platters of chicken nuggets and other meats and leaving the plate on the counter or table for me to find and "graze on" through the day... No word back yet on if this is why I seem immune to salmonella poisoning come to think of it... To the point where if I found a platter of meat left out, I just assumed it was intended for me. I was a literal baby, okay?
Did this cause me to eat the whole platter of fish they caught at a family reunion once, because my uncle ignored my mother's warning not to leave it sitting where I could reach it? Yes. And my mother is pissed at him to this day and annoyed at the whole thing because I went on to eat half a burger and an ice cream cone.
I was a skinny kid. [no one thought to figure out HOW/why]
I was occasionally a fat baby, but then I'd have some big growth spurt and the pain of growing would kill my apatite, so I'd grow in these particularly concentrated spurts where I would go from the smallest of my age range to the tallest, and pack on weight in between to make up for it. The base doctors had to repeatedly assure my mother that I was doing okay so long as it was working for me.
Flash forward to being a skinny preteen. 98 pounds on a good day and already 5'7"
I move in with my step mother just before hitting puberty.
She was raised protestant, and I would later figure it out judging by the kinds of abuse she passed on to us.
She was also paranoid of us being fat because she used to be a size 14 dating mr. america or some shit and felt like she had ruined her life by letting herself go since she met my dad. And her daughter had the genes to be heavier, so she was constantly limiting what we ate.
If I took food from the cupboard after school, it was called "stealing", if I took anything outside of meal times, it was called "stealing" and I was punished for it.
She herself would describe me as "gaunt" when this started and was annoyed I didn't fit her daughter's hand-me downs, but still restricted what I ate out of fear I might get 'fat' or it would "catch up with me"...
During mealtimes if I reached for seconds or anything more that what she felt was an appropriate serving, she tried to use shame to stop me by calling me a "glutton" [literally I know that's a little on the nose but gluttony is the name of the sin she thinks I was committing], even when I tried to point out I was just hungry and was growing, and obviously wasn't over-eating.
She also preemptively slut shamed my asexual ass so hard that when men [yes men he was 18] were inappropriate towards me I knew I couldn't go to my parents about it without being blamed. There were a lot of issues. Nearly all of it her insecurity about us not being her children and religious abuse under a different name.
At school, meanwhile, I was passing out from anemia, but if I wanted steak, or my steak rare instead of cooked to boot-leather and/or wanted more than one, she'd leave in anger to go for a walk if my father wouldn't let her stop me.
I have so many complaints about my father too but props to him for the time he "accidentally" under cooked my steak and wouldn't let her almost literally take it out of my mouth to stop me from eating it.
We went from my mother being poor and doing the best she could to feed us -regardless of what other problems I have with her care- to being shamed for being hungry in a house of plenty. Literally my mother was convinced to send us to live with my dad in part by pointing out how much better they could provide for us... There were always leftovers, there was no argument to be made I was somehow eating to keep the food out of anyone else's hands. Food went bad in that fridge. And I got in trouble sometimes for "stealing" and eating it before it could.
I cannot tell you how much this probably stunted my growth or fucked up my development or added to stress that caused me to start developing autoimmune conditions while I was still in high school.
And imagine if I had internalized that she was right instead of looking at the facts and concluding she was delusional. I got up to being 140 ish pounds with lots of muscle, huge fuckign tits, and finally being stopped at 5'8". I wasn't fat then, even if I hated the girl shaped wiggling, and I am not fat now, eating whatever the hell I want and still being about 140 pounds and 5'8" but not being dangerously anemic and on the edge of fainting all the time. If I was fat it wouldn't change anything, but genuinely the point was that nothing -even based on bad principles- was being gained by keeping me from eating and it was only ruining my health. It was about control, not care. Don't get me wrong on this I don't think the parents of fat kids should be restricting their diet either, but if I was on my way to 300 lb at 14 I could understand my parents trying to be body positive but having genuine concerns I did not need a 2nd steak at dinner. The way they treated my step sister who -was- heavier wasn't appropriate either, it was still about control and it was still unhealthy. But the fact was I was skinny and fainting and I was being denied food -that was left to go bad- when I was hungry.
This started somewhere when I was between the ages of 10-12, but even before that after my dad left my mom and she was feeding us on the salary of a waitress with 2 kids and a semi dependent mother... Remember when I mentioned my sister and I were so unused to large meals we split a happy meal on trips?
So yeah, when I eat a big fucking platter of meat protein to help myself heal and recover I am healing my inner child.
Also my inner teen, and also my connective tissue the fuck that's what food is for.
It is an act of self-care and of protest.
And my inner child is at the surface singing a little song about "eat eggs!", and this is normal and healthy for primates when they make themselves food actually.
RIP to you but I have a platter of fish and lack hate in my heart.
#I know I am 5'8“ but I have reason to believe I could have been taller due to genetic/sex abnormalities and my father being 6'4”#my sister by contrast is 5 foot fuck all and I am sure I know why
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The Hollow Ache of Missing You
Day 6 of @ombrotherlylove2023, and I'm really excited to share this one! Beel is seriously one of my favorite boys and sometimes he just needs a shoulder to lean on. I think he feels a lot of pressure to be strong for his family and I think he can relate to Mammon a lot this way so I decided to pair them for this fic. But I hope you guys enjoy! As usual feedback & Reblogs are appreciated! Now I have to get writing the last prompt lmao
A/N: This is set in Nightbringer Era, but present time brothers! So this is present time Beel & Mammon experiencing the disappearance of MC.
Summary: Beel can't sleep and has been tossing and turning all night. The rumbling of his stomach finally pulls him out of bed to head downstairs for a midnight snack. But his hunger has been insatiable lately, and he finally realizes why.
Day 6: Midnight Snacks & Crying; Beel and Mammon.
Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @flemmingbamse, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @siofrantic, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @meiloorun-tea, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @jasper-s-phantym
floral divider by @/saradika
Beel has been tossing and turning all night. He’s not sure how his twin brother is sleeping through it all as he’s tucked snuggly into the spot next to him. Belphie has been sleeping beside him in his bed a lot ever since MC went missing. They have both been having a rough time coping with losing yet another loved one, and they have been practically glued to the hip recently more than usual. He stared at the ceiling, attempting to count the hanging star and moon garlands that Belphie had wanted him to put up in their room some time ago. When that didn’t work, he tried to focus on the sound of Belphie’s breathing, smiling when he let out a little snort here and there. Eventually, a loud grumble from Beel’s stomach echoed through the room and he couldn’t take it anymore. He tossed the covers off his legs and grabbed his D.D.D. off his nightstand. It was exactly midnight, and he decided it was time to head down to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
Beel quietly left the bedroom, and headed downstairs. Thankfully, it appeared that no one else was awake at the moment, although he was pretty sure Mammon had yet to return from one of his late night parties. He noticed that his older brother also had his ways of coping with MC’s disappearance. Beel hummed softly to himself as he rummaged through the fridge, finding the snacks he had kept tucked away for nights like these. He pulled out the Bufo Egg Donut he had been saving and quickly devoured it. He practically moaned at the taste, but still felt unsatisfied. He got a bag of Spicy Newt Chips out of the cupboard and began to snack on them as he scrolled through his D.D.D. He opened up Devilgram to see several pictures that Asmo and Mammon had uploaded, as well as a couple from Levi of a new anime figurine he had just acquired. Beel never really uploaded anything to his page, usually only food or the occasional picture of him and…MC. He knew he’d regret it, but tapped on his profile to see his most recent picture. He and MC had recently gone to a food festival in the human world together, and they had taken a selfie while they each held a giant burger as MC kissed him on the cheek. Beel felt the impending wave of sadness wash over him. He knew why nothing he ate satisfied him anymore. It’s because he was hungry for an entirely different reason. The ‘hunger’ he felt was really just a need to fill the void that MC left when they disappeared.
He must have become lost in the memory of the photo together as he didn’t hear Mammon enter the room. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been standing there staring at his phone, while his other hand gripped the chip bag. “Oi, Beel! Beel, are you with me? Hey!” Mammon half-yelled, as he still wanted to be quiet so he didn’t wake the entire house up. He had just gotten back from his party, and was only planning on grabbing a bottle of water to take to his room when he found Beel frozen in place in the middle of the kitchen. Beel finally blinked, lifting his gaze to see Mammon staring at him with a worried expression. “Why are you crying?” Beel’s eyes widened as he finally noticed Mammon as well as the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I…um…” he choked out, his hands beginning to tremble. “Hey, hey it’s alright, don’t worry! Easy now.” Mammon mumbled, gently taking the chip bag and Beel’s phone out of his hand. He set them on the counter, glancing down at the picture from Beel’s phone on Devilgram that Beel had pulled up. The picture was blurry from the tears that had been dripping onto the screen, but Mammon knew all too well it was of his little brother and MC. “Beel, you know you shouldn’t be doing this to yourself.” The red haired demon blinked, his violet eyes filling with tears once more. “I-I realized why it’s worse now. My hunger, I mean.” Mammon leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on Beel. “Because you miss them, right?” Beel nodded sadly, bringing his hand to his stomach. “I know how you feel. It might not be with food, but my gambling and spending has become way worse.” Mammon paused, stealing a glance down at the shiny gold watch against the tanned skin of his wrist. He had managed to win it at that night’s gambling session at the casino. “All of our sins seemed to intensify the moment MC disappeared.” Beel’s lower lip began to tremble again. Mammon was right after all. Belphie was hardly ever out of bed and Lucifer had even been testing his patience lately with his prideful and short tempered attitude. He just wanted MC back. He wanted them home and wrapped up safe and warm in his arms where they belonged. But he didn’t want to cry anymore, especially in front of his brothers. He may be the 2nd youngest, but he was supposed to be the strongest.
Mammon finally pulled him from his thoughts. He realized more tears were running down his cheeks, and his mouth felt like cotton. “Here, take this.” he said, handing Beel a bottle of water. Beel nodded graciously and began to take slow sips. “That’s it, just take it easy. Do you need me to go get Belphie?” The 6th born shook his head, not wanting to wake his twin for some silly reason such as this. “Okay. Well how about we just sit for a little while. You got another bag of chips?” Beel smiled slightly as he nodded, stepping over to the cupboard once more to get out another bag of Spicy Newt Chips for Mammon. “Thanks. Let's go to the living room, it’ll be way more comfy in there.” The two of them headed into the giant common room and sat down on one of the couches together. They sat in silence for a while with only the sound of crunching potato chips filling the room. “Hey Beel, I was just thinking. It’s like, okay for you to cry, yanno?” Beel blinked at Mammon’s words. “What do you mean?” Mammon shrugged, tossing another potato chip into his mouth. “It’s just that I don’t want ya goin’ and thinkin’ you have to be strong for us all. Just cause you are strong doesn’t mean you have to be all the time.” Beel glanced down at the ground as he fidgeted with his hands. “Thank you, Mammon… I want you to know it’s the same for you. The others give you a hard time but…” he glances up, his violet eyes shimmering with the remnants of tears. “You can always talk to me if you want. I know MC was special to you too.” Mammon blushes as his own eyes begin to water. “I-I uh, dunno what you’re talkin’ about…but uh… thanks Beel.” This time Beel smiles, an actual genuine smile that Mammon knows isn’t just a facade. “Mmhm, MC may be special to us, but we are also special to them. I know they’d want us to take care of each other while they are away.” At his words, Mammon grins and gently bumps Beel’s shoulder. “I can hear them yellin’ at us for moping around like we are.” Beel chuckles, finishing up the last of his chips. The hunger has seemed to dissipate for now. “Yeah, me too. We should probably get to bed because they’d be scolding us for staying up too late.” Mammon gives Beel a pat on the back, wishing him a goodnight before heading off to his own room. Beel makes his way back to his as well, quietly crawling into bed beside his twin. “Mmn, Beel…? You okay?” Belphie mumbles, still half asleep. His eyes are slowly blinking awake, the concern for his brother overpowering the desire to keep sleeping. Beel nods, pulling the covers back up over his legs. “I am now. Let’s go back to sleep, Belphie.”
#ombrotherlylove2023#ombrotherlylove#obey me#obey me brothers#obey me writing#cass writes#my writing#obey me beelzebub#obey me mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me fic#obey me fanfiction
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15.02.2024
last night i didn't get to sleep until around 3am. i was having a fever, i couldn't stop coughing, i had a sore throat and a headache, as well as period cramps. but i eventually fell asleep.
i woke up at 10am, which was when my first lecture of the day started, so of course i missed that. i got out of bed, ate two toasted bagels and a pear for breakfast, wrote some posts for @animal-of-the-day, spent some time doubled over in pain, etc
i finally forced myself to take a shower because i had another class at 1pm and i didn't want to miss this one, but i definitely couldn't go outside without showering first, i was Very gross. it was a difficult task due to being sick and in pain and gender dysphoria, so i'm really proud of myself for getting it done.
i rushed to class and made it just in time, but i was really exhausted from the walk, in a lot of pain, feeling very ill, and also sweating A Lot. idk why the weather was so warm today. it was literally snowing a week ago lol
after class @etherealspacejelly and some of our other friends were ranting about something so i listened to that for a while and then got myself some soup and a baguette for lunch. i saved half of it for tomorrow :)
i showed robin the shark picture book my mother gave me for my birthday in an attempt to help him calm down. idk if it worked, but it was fun to look at the sharks. then i went to another lecture which was really boring and a waste of time lmao
after that class ended at 5pm i hung out with my friends again for a while and then they went out so i took a short nap on the sofa. when they got back i was planning to go home and eat dinner, but robin was super stressed and i wanted to help by washing their dishes, so i went up to his room and then This happened (which cheered us both up immensely)
it was past 10pm when i finally remembered i was going to wash the dishes, so i did that and then went home. i was laughing and happy stimming the whole time. and thinking about quantum physics
my flatmate gave me the rest of the egg curry and rice her mother cooked, so i ate that with some chopped up cucumber for dinner, and also a banana and some chocolate as a sweet treat, because i was still hungry.
now i'm going to get ready for bed and hopefully sleep. but i'm still not feeling well, so that may not be very successful. but i will try my best !
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the parent trap
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: riding is magic and friendship is power and love is everything to everyone
Roman gets to meet his pony. He should, by all rights, be much more excited about it, but someone had to go and ruin it for him.
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Roman could barely sleep he was so excited.
Papa had mentioned, in passing, if he’d like to go for a ride ‘round the vineyard on the incredibly famous Sprout the horse. And Roman had done his best to cloud it Remus casualness—he’d obviously been riding around the vineyard on the horse before.
But Papa had smiled at him, leaned over and whispered, conspiratorially, “I’m sure Sprout’s missed you tons,” so he isn’t sure how much he’d succeeded in acting less excited.
Roman lays out his outfit the night before: a pair of jeans, a cowboy boots that he’d dug deep in the closet to gather, a cowboy hat! that had been squished under an old shoebox diorama project, a white t-shirt, and a blue-and-red patterned flannel that he’ll put over the top.
And then Roman finds an honest-to-God leather belt with a big silver belt buckle, and that seals it. He’s going full cowboy, damn if Remus would wear this outfit or not, he is about to go horseriding.
He also spends some time, wincingly, tossing various clothing items around the room in an attempt to be Remus-esque levels of messy; he leaves a shirt dangling over a lamp, the dresser draws open, and the closet ajar to its absolute cacophony that Roman doesn’t even need to try to mess up.
He bounces down the stairs in the morning, already fully dressed, hat on in the house, which Dad would decry, but it just makes Virgil snort and flick at the hat.
“Howdy, pardner,” he teases, then, nodding, “Made—”
Roman catches sight of the platters laid out and gapes. “Oh, wow.”
“—A big ol’ breakfast, most important meal of the day,” Virgil says, circling the table and settling a massive plate in front of him. “Eggs, sunny-side up. Bacon, side of biscuits, and, in case that’s not enough for you, a humongous stack of chocolate-chip pancakes, which smell incredible and I’m stealing one except you can’t yell about stealing ‘cause I made it.”
“Wow, Virgil,” Roman says breathlessly. “Thanks!”
Virgil takes off his hat solely to ruffle Roman’s hair. “Bet they didn’t do things like this at camp.”
“No, they certainly didn’t,” Roman says, plopping himself down at the table.
“Was a little worried you’d oversleep,” Virgil says lightly.
“Oh?”
“I mean, I would if I were up half the night making mysterious phone calls from my bathroom.”
Roman nearly chokes on his orange juice.
“Oh—oh, that? I was just calling a friend from camp. Augustus.”
“The piercings friend.”
“Yeah, that one! He lives in New York,” then, calculating out the time difference, hastily adds, “but he’s on vacation right now. In… Edinburgh.”
“Oh. I see,” Virgil says, leaning against the counter, mug of coffee in hand, “so you wanted to pick a time that was convenient for him.”
Roman cuts himself a large segment of egg white, shoveling it in his mouth the way Remus might.
“Mmmm,” he mumbles around the food, making a show of how good it is—it is really good, in fairness—shooting Virgil a big thumbs-up to hopefully distract him.
“Huh,” Virgil says.
“What?” Roman says around a mouthful of food, making himself cringe.
“Nothing,” Virgil says, setting down his coffee mug. “Nothing, it’s just—usually, you stab the yolk first, to get everything all runny...”
“Just… soooo hungry, I guess,” Roman says shiftily, cursing himself—why didn’t camp ever prepare their eggs any way other than scrambled so he’d know that?! “Erm—saving the best part for last!”
“...sure,” Virgil says slowly, and Roman braces himself for suspicion when Papa breezes into the kitchen, whistling cheerfully and toweling out the last of the dampness from his hair.
“Morning, Virgil, morning, kiddo—wow, look at all this!”
“Figured you might be hungry,” Virgil says, stabbing at an egg himself. “You know, after Maddox hustled you out of here after he ate half a grapefruit and before you could get anything.”
Papa seems to miss any irritation in Virgil’s voice, instead reaching to snag one of the pancakes off the pile.
“Hey,” Roman puts in a cursory complaint, though really, he probably wouldn’t be able to eat that entire plate on his own.
“Good thing, too—gotta fuel up for a ride with my favorite guy, huh?” Papa says, leaning over to nudge Roman’s shoulder.
“How’s Sprout been?” Remus says. “You know, since I’ve been off at camp.”
“Excellent, she’s great—her and Cinnamon got some new shoes a couple weeks ago. I think she was missing you, bud, she kept making big eyes at anyone in the hopes they’d feed her apples.”
Roman turns to Virgil.
“I’ll pack a couple for you to give her,” Virgil says before Roman can ask.
Roman nods, satisfied, and turns his attention back to Papa.
“I asked José earlier and he said he’d have them both saddled up when we got down, so we can just hop right on and ride,” Papa continues.
Roman breathes a very small sigh of relief. He’d been worried about that—putting a saddle and reins on a horse had been the only thing he and Remus hadn’t been able to practice at camp.
“How’s the vineyard,” Roman prompts, looking between the adults. “Any fun guests?”
And that takes up the rest of the meal, the pair of them falling over each other to tell Roman the story of some poor woman’s thirtieth birthday, much to Roman’s satisfaction—there’s so much excellent food to eat, he’s mostly focused on, one, eating like Remus, but two, not absolutely choking to death in his quest to eat like Remus.
It’s all so excellent. The eggs are perfectly salted and peppered—the bacon is just the right amount of crispy without being fried—Virgil passes Roman honey when he picks up his biscuit without him even asking, so he guesses that’s how Remus normally eats it, and it’s incredible, all thick salt and sweet honey and Roman drinks a whole glass of orange juice just to get through it.
And the pancakes.
Not an entirely American invention—there was a whole holiday centered around pancakes back home, after all—but the American pancakes are so. good.
They’re so thick and fluffy and sweet and warm, and with the addition of chocolate chips, melting and seeping their delicious chocolatey flavor even as Roman douses the whole thing in butter and syrup and takes huge, triangular bites—his eyelashes flutter shut in pure happiness.
He bets that pancakes, plain, smothered with Crofters jelly, would possibly be the best food of all time.
Oh, Remus is so lucky he has Virgil who can cook things like this. American food is so good.
“Well—thanks, Virgil, for an awesome breakfast,” Papa says, after he’s drained the last of his coffee and patted his mouth with his napkin.
“Yes—thanks, Virgil,” Roman says.
“You ready to rock and roll, punk?” Papa says, and Roman hops up from the table, eagerly grabbing his hat and jamming it on his head.
“Ready to rock and roll!”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Papa cries out, patting Roman’s back, and picking up his own cowboy hat. “See ya, Virgil!”
“Have fun, be safe,” Virgil says, handing over a tied-up bundle containing apples for them to bribe the horses.
“We will!” Roman calls.
That earns Roman a strange look from Virgil, but they’re out of the door before he can say anything.
Roman reaches over and grabs Papa’s hand, swinging it between them. Papa takes it, smiling.
“Good first full day back from camp?” He asks.
“The best,” Roman says earnestly.
“But I bet there was a lot about camp that was pretty good, too.”
“Nothing like home,” Roman says, which makes Papa beam. “But yeah. I guess camp was pretty fun.”
“Did you learn to canoe and tie-dye?”
“Yeah!” Roman says, “except I wasn’t nearly as good at tie-dye as this guy Nick? His patterns always turned out perfect, he could tie-dye anything. He’s got tie-dyed sunglasses.”
“Sunglasses!” Papa says, looking impressed.
“But I guess I did okay,” Roman says. “I got pretty good at kayaking, though. I only ever tipped over when I wanted to, even when some people were doing bumper-boats…”
Papa grins at him. “I’m sure you know nothing about how bumper-boats got started, huh?”
Roman remembers that he’s meant to be Remus, and Remus did, in fact, start bumper-boats a lot of the time.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, in a lofty, snooty tone that Remus would sometimes use to make fun of him, back when they didn’t know each other very well, but it makes Papa laugh.
“Well, I didn’t get any letters home from your counselor,” Papa says. “So I guess you didn’t explode any cabins.”
Not for lack of trying, Roman thinks.
“Maybe next year,” Roman says, which makes Papa laugh all the way down to the stable, even as they’re opening the doors to behold the stalls.
“All right, Cinnamon,” Papa says, approaching a big, beautiful Palomino, deep, auburn rust fur and an almost shimmeringly beautiful mane of gold. “All right, there, I got an apple for ya…”
But Roman is captivated by the other horse, who surely must be Sprout. She nickers at the sight of him, tossing her black mane.
Roman stares at her, open-mouthed. She’s a beautiful brown horse, with triangle of white splashed between her eyes and big, sweet-looking eyes.
“Hi there, Sprout,” he says very softly. He holds the apple in a flat hand, presenting it to her. “All right, girl?”
Sprout surveys him for a moment, out of those round, marble-like eyes, and bends her mouth to crush happily on his offering.
“Oh,” Roman says, very softly, as Sprout’s mouth tickles his hand. He, cautiously, brings a hand up to her neck, petting her very slowly and soothingly. Her fur is surprisingly bristly under his hand, but clean, and he can feel the powerful muscle of her neck beneath it.
He’s petting a horse. She’s eating out of the palm of his hand.
Today is one of the best days ever. He hopes Remus is having a day that’s even half as good.
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They’re having lunch at home, despite Remus’s subtle attempts to learn what exactly makes a cheeky Nando’s cheeky in the first place.
But the sandwiches and crisps serve his purposes perfectly fine, even if it is all a bit salty; he drains his water quickly.
“Would you like another drink, Roman?” Uncle Logan asks, where he’s just sat down at the table.
“Don’t bother—I’ll get it,” Remus says, hopping up from the table and traversing to the kitchen.
He opens the fridge and sees a nice, tall bottle of Ribena, which Roman might have mentioned once or twice in passing? He thinks it’s some kind of soda. He takes a closer look at the label.
Squash? Weird name for a soda (isn’t that what Ribena is?) but okay. He opens the fridge and pours himself a nice, tall glass, bringing it back to the table.
He takes a swig and then nearly spits it out, clapping his hand over his mouth.
“Roman!” The adults exclaim.
It’s so strong. It’s like someone jammed Pure Essence of Blackcurrent into a glass, multiplied it by a thousand times, and then served it to him in liquid form, absolutely overwhelming any lingering flavor of his sandwich and crisps.
“Did you mix it?”
Remus swallows, clears his throat, and croaks out, “Of course!”
He’s pretty sure anyone who looks at it can tell he absolutely has not mixed it.
“Roman, you’re meant to dilute—”
“No, no,” Remus says, clutching the glass. “I mixed it! Of course I remembered to dilute it, I didn’t forget.”
Dad and Uncle Logan exchange a wary look.
“I hope you don’t get a sugar high,” Dad says.
“Boy’s the proper age for a sugar high,” Grandfather says dismissively. “Go play a round of footie in the park if you feel very hyper, eh? I was planning on a bit of a nap later.”
“I won’t get a sugar high,” Remus lies, “because I diluted it.”
Logan lets out a tiny sigh. “He’s certainly your son.”
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The sun on his back, the wind on his face, his son and horse trotting alongside—there are very few better ways Patton can think of spending a free morning.
“I’m glad you came out with me today, bud,” Patton says. “There’s something really important I want to talk to you about.”
“Funny,” Remus says, “I was about to say the same thing!”
Patton blinks. “Really? What about?”
“My father,” Remus says, and Patton nearly loses his grip on the reins. “What do you want to talk about?”
“...Maddox,” he says.
“What about Maddox?” Remus says.
“Well—what about your father?”
It’s whiplash, almost. He thinks of Janus every day—every day of his life since the moment they met—but to have Remus ask about him, after all this time…
“Dad,” Remus says. “I’m almost twelve. “
“Oh, Remus,” Patton says, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve talked about your father.”
“No, we haven’t,” Remus argues, “not really. A boy needs more in his life than half a crumpled old photograph.”
Patton swallows. Harsh, but true: the exact sort of response he’d expect from his boy.
“You know what?” Patton says. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
“I am?” Remus says, surprised, then, “I mean—yeah, I am!”
“That actually brings me to what I wanted to talk about,” Patton says. “Remus… what do you think of Maddox?”
Remus considers this as Sprout shifts her footing. His face is shielded by the shade offered from his hat, so Patton can’t get a very good read on him.
“Think of him as… what, Pa? Your publicist, your friend…?”
“Just—as a person,” Patton says, resisting the urge to bring a hand up to his mouth and bite his nails at whatever harsh but true commentary Remus might have to offer.
“Oh,” Remus says. “Well… I mean, he pays a lot of attention to his hair. Good teeth….”
…okay. Unexpected. Patton had expected insults from the outset.
“I dunno, Pa,” Remus continues, “he’s a complete stranger to me.”
That makes sense. Him and Maddox have barely known each other for any time at all—this whirlwind romance of theirs—and Patton chews at his lip, thinking hopefully of the time he’d left them to talk by the pool, that he’d come back to all smiles, and hopefully, hopefully, the news goes over at least fine…
“Well, honey,” Patton says slowly. “Believe it or not, I’ve asked Maddox to—”
“Raceyabacktotheranch, Pa!”
And Remus and Sprout are off, racing together and kicking up dust behind them like they’re entering the Kentucky Derby.
“I—Remus!” Patton calls. “Hyah, Cinnamon—Remus, wait! I’m trying to talk to you! Remus!”
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Chapter 16: Before the Sports Festival part two.
(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups. I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)
(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.
Wc: 4,295 Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder).
Prologue Chapter Fifteen ~ Chapter Seventeen
Later that evening, after Hizashi had come home from working at the radio station and had entered the bathroom to change out of his hero costume. He entered my room and sat down on my bed.
I was wearing a tank top and some workout shorts as I was working on putting some of the clothes away. He saw my scars over my shoulder blades and his eyes widened a little. He crawled across the bed to get closer to me and gently touch the scars on my back.
“Babe, who did this to you?” He asked as he traced the scars gently. I gasped, pulled away from his touch, and turned to face him.
“Mean people, my previous mates… They were demons and grim reapers that ripped out their mating marks when I didn’t produce an heir and threatened to leave… which I did and ended up here.” I told him. Hizashi had me turn around again and he ran his fingers over the divots of missing flesh that had grown back a little over the past year.
“I’m sorry that you had to go through this. Just know that Shouta and I will treat you like a queen no matter what.” He told me. I smiled and pulled a hoodie on over my tank top and walked towards the door.
“Thank you. Also, welcome home, Hizashi. How did the show go?” I asked even though I had listened to it.
“It went well. Didn’t you tune in today?” He asked as we left my room and he went into the living room while I went into the kitchen to help Shouta with his food.
“I did tune in while I put clothes away. Your presentation was perfect as normal. But did anything go on behind the scenes?” I asked as I made myself a plate of food since I was hungry too and carried Shouta’s plate to the table where he has managed to feed himself even though his arms were still in bandages.
“Thank you, darling.” Shouta told me and ate.
“You’re welcome.” I told him and sat down across from him and ate as well.
“I would like to kiss you please.” I heard Hizashi tell me through our telepathic link. I almost choked on my food and took a moment to drink some water as Hizashi made himself some food and joined us. I could feel my face heat up as I ate each bite out of my bowl of pasta with chicken. I ate about half until I felt stuffed and unable to move easily.
“Are you alright, princess?” Hizashi asked and peeked over the table to see how bloated and full I was. I was very bloated, looking big enough to have eaten a whole small watermelon whole or have taken a clutch of twelve eggs from Hizashi.
“I’ll finish the food later.” I told them both before standing up slowly.
“Alright.” Hizashi spoke then bit on his lip since he was desperately holding back on his emotions that were screaming at him to pounce on me and mate with me right there. Shouta’s eyes followed me as I walked back to my room.
“You look amazing, baby.” Shouta told me as I stood up.
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.” I told them mentally as I walked to my room to work on something when I heard Hizashi and Shouta finish their food, come to my doorway to watch me work for a while before I had digested enough of my meal to want to eat again. I pushed myself off the bed and went back to the kitchen table where I saw that my food was still there and I sat down to eat the rest of the food. Hizashi came over and saw what I was doing.
“What are you doing, princess?” He asked as he got himself a soda out of the fridge. I looked up at him and watched as he sat down across from me and cracked open his drink.
“I’m finishing my food from earlier. I’m glad you left it out for me.” I told him as he drank his soda.
“You know you’re beautiful, right?” He told me.
“Yes, I do. You told me that a little while ago.” I told him as Shouta walked over and sat next to me. I had my hand on my lower stomach and he put his hand on top of mine. I blushed hard and paused my eating since I had grown full again but there were only a few bites left in the bottom of the bowl.
“I don’t think I can finish this on my own. Can one of you help me?” I asked. Hizashi looked to Shouta, nodding slightly and they swapped seats. Hizashi took the fork in his hand and he made up a bite with it and held it to my mouth.
“I know you’re still hungry, Just a few mote bites and you’ll be done.” He encouraged me and I opened my mouth, letting him feed me the last few bites of food and feeling my stomach swell out from the mass of food in my stomach mix with Enhancium and push against the waistband of my shorts. Hizashi had one arm around my waist so he could help hold me up as I ate and feel my stomach swell outwards against his hand. I swallowed a bite of food and kept my mouth shut as I felt very stuffed and full. I didn’t want to lose my lunch by eating too much I also felt my stomach threatening to push out from under my clothes too and I didn’t want that to happen. Hizashi made up the last bite of food from the bowl and held it to my mouth.
“One more bite, sweetheart. I know you can do it.” He encouraged me and I hesitated before opening my mouth and eating the last bite, feeling my stomach stretch out after I had swallowed it. I turned slowly to lean against the counter that the table was attached to and rub my stomach to help ease the pain.
“You did great, sweetheart. I know you’ve had some shitty-ass mates, but we want to show you how you should be treated, even in your heat, rut, or whenever.” Hizashi told me. I nodded in agreement and rubbed lazy circles on the underside of my belly to try and relieve some of the pressure.
“I’m learning how I should be treated. It’s a hard adjustment period.” I spoke, even though I expected either one or both to pounce on me right then and there.
“If you want, we can cuddle in either your room or ours and give you some stomach rubs and help you feel better. Its up to you, but we do have a larger bed.” Hizashi offered.
“We do have the larger bed since Hizashi will take up ¾ of the bed when he sleeps in it in his Naga form.” Shouta spoke.
“Alright, lets go to your room.” I spoke and slowly stood up and placed my hands on my lower back as I walked to their room. I found a king-size bed in the middle of the room and at least two nests in the room: One in the closet, and the other on the bed on one side of the bed. Hizashi slithered in past me and climbed into the nest. He invited me in to cuddle with him and helped me into his nest and settle on his coils. He wrapped the end of his tail around my food baby bump and kissed my head.
“You are amazing, you know that?” Hizashi told me and kissed my cheek. Shouta waited at the edge of the nest for permission to enter the nest.
“Is it okay if I enter the nest?” He asked, respecting our space.
“Yeah. I don’t know how you’ll fit in here though with how bloated and fat I am right now.” She spoke and tried to make room for him. He climbed in and laid down in front of me.
“See? I fit just fine, honey.” He spoke and kissed my head as Hizashi was placing a bunch of small kisses along my neck and shoulders. I nodded and avoided eye contact with them.
“I feel so big right now. I don’t know if I should like it or hate it.” I told them as I ran my hand up and down the curve of my stomach. I felt Hizashi kiss my neck where his bond mark was and Shouta rubbed my stomach.
“We want you to love yourself as much as we love you, kitty.” Shouta told me and I raised an eyebrow after hearing the new nickname.
“I’m trying. Right now, the memory of being yelled at for eating that much and getting this big and being called mean things is screaming in my mind right now.” I told them as I felt tears fall down my face and stain the pillow my head was resting on. Shouta looked at me and kissed my head.
“That’s alright. Why don’t we tell you what we think about how beautiful you are?” He spoke and rubbed my arm.
“S-sure. I’m just a blimp though. There’s nothing attractive about a blimp.”
Hizashi help shift my body so I could lay on my back and he could cup my face with his hand and look into my eyes.
“Your eyes are the greenest I’ve ever seen. They have a sparkle to them when you’re happy.” He told me and kissed me again.
“I like youre eyes too. They’re a nice color.” I spoke before I kissed him back and looked to Shouta who was rubbing my side, letting his hand slip under my belly that fit perfectly in his hand.
“I love it when you let me hold you. You fit perfectly in my arms. I also love how soft your hair is and that it smells like you.” He whispered to me.
“Thank you for saying that. I hope I will always fit in your arms.” I told him.
“No matter how big you’ll get, you’ll always fit in my arms. I’ll make sure that you’ll fit no matter what.” He told me and kissed my head. Hizashi smiled and kissed my head as he shifted his tail around so he could have some coils around Shouta’s leg.
“You’re welcome. There’s more that I can think of that I like about you. I like the way that you do your best to care for us even though we didn’t ask for your help. I like seeing you help change Shouta’s bandages when I’m cooking and I enjoy the food that you cook up for us. You have such a pure heart and I think I can speak for both Shouta and I when I say that we love you dearly.” He told me as I leaned into Shouta gently. I kissed Hizashi deeper and reached out to touch his chest.
“I try to care for both of you somehow. That is my job as your Admin is that to care for the both of you… even though my assignment is to care for the teachers and staff of U.A., I love you both as well.” I spoke and held their hands. Hizashi smiled against my lips before leaving a small kiss there.
“Honey, it isn’t your job to cook for us and to be our soon to be mate. That’s a decision we all made together because we share a mutual love of each other.” He told me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I could be. But I don’t plan to be a cute little stay-at-home wife that’s always barefoot and impregnated with your clutches when we’re mated. Although the impregnation part wouldn’t be a bad thing from time to time. But I can try to cook for the both of you. I can learn how to make some of your favorite meals. Don’t expect anything fancy right off the bat.” I spoke and slid my hand down to Hizashi’s stomach.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” He told me as he put his hand on top of mine.
“If you want me to put on some weight, I can.” He told me.
“I’d like it if the two of you could gain anywhere between twenty and fifty pounds each before we mate. I love you now just the way you are. I just… mmm. I just prefer my mates a little softer… it also helps you guys with my chances of having a healthy clutch.” I spoke as my face was now red as a beet.
“Oh? How does it help us?” Shouta asked.
“Something having to do with fat content and cum production increased.” I spoke quickly and hid my face under a pillow. Shouta and Hizashi looked at each other then pushed the pillow down to look at me.
“We can do that.” They said in unison.
“I can help if you want. My Enhancium can be used to help the two of you gain weight.” I told them. Hizashi kissed my cheek.
“That would be fine, what do you think, Shouta?” He asked, looking over to his husband.
“It’s fine with me.” Shouta responded as he held me close. I took a deep breath and looked to Hizashi.
“I have a little made up right now… would you like to try some?” I asked.
“Sure. Make sure to save some for Shouta, okay?” He spoke and supported his weight on his forearms and kissed down my neck first as I guided one of Shouta’s bandaged arms to rest under my bloated stomach where it had began to glow a faint blue color before I pulled Hizashi off my neck and into a deep and passionate kiss. I began to transfer Enhancium to him, drawing up from the production gland located where I had moved Shouta’s arm. The sweet, thick liquid went down his throat and I slid my hand down to feel his stomach swell out against my hand as we made out. I could feel my own stomach swelling out as it felt tingly and was pressing against Shouta’s arm. Hizashi let out a low groan as he felt the liquid in his mouth and let it slide down his throat. He moved one of his hands to my stomach; letting it rest just above Shouta’s arm. Shouta was biting his lip this whole time as he watched Hizashi and I make out. I smiled as I felt Hizashi’s stomach bloat out against my hand. I had to push him away to make sure he got air and didn’t get too hooked on the liquid.
“That stuff is addictive.” He spoke and kissed me again, rubbing my stomach gently to try and coax out more of the aphrodisiac for his husband. Shouta pulled me close to him by making me roll over to face him. He kissed me again and sucked gently on my collarbone.
“You want some too, huh?” I asked and he nodded in response. I kissed him gently, then deepened the kiss, giving Shouta the same amount of Enhancium that I gave to Hizashi. I held my hands against his stomach area so I could feel it swell out against the bandages and my hands. Shouta also let out a groan of pleasure like Hizashi did when the Enhancium was transferred to him. He pulled me close to his chest as he processed the Enhancium. Hizashi shifted his tail around so he could wrap it around both Shouta and I bit tighter than he was before. He pulled me in and kissed my cheek and neck around the spot that one of my bond marks were, making me gasp and moan quietly. I felt myself bloat out more and it began to feel dangerous. I pulled away so I didn’t give Shouta too much Enhancium even though it might help speed up his recovery process. I leaned against Hizashi’s coils as I felt myself relax, no longer needing to hide my bloating from Enhancium and let myself grow in front of them. I knew now that I’d only need to transfer into bottles if I was at work or alone at home with the other two at work. I’d save the Enhancium for them in bottles to be enjoyed later. Both Shouta and Hizashi were on either side of my neck, leaving small kisses on their respective bond-marks every few seconds.
I gave up trying to hold my scent back and let it flood out of my scent glands. I kissed them back more, only letting my stomach swell out bigger until I looked nine months pregnant and ready to pop. I moaned out loud as I made out with them. I felt like I was on cloud nine in this moment and I felt almost limp in Hizashi’s coils. He could feel my stomach growing bigger since he had the end of his tail wrapped around my stomach and he stopped kissing me, signaling to Shouta that he needed to stop too.
“Princess? Are you alright?” He asked gently as he looked in my eyes and noticed how limp I was. I moaned quietly and sat up a little better with Hizashi’s help and frowned since they had stopped kissing me.
“I’m fine, just making way more Enhancium than I’m used to. I need to transfer it to bottles. If I gave you two any more tonight, you’d want to m-mate with me. I kn-know it tastes g-good.” I spoke with slurred speech as I cupped Hizashi’s cheek.
“We understand.” Shouta spoke and went back to kissing my neck. Hizashi pecked my lips and went to sucking a bite mark inside his bond-mark on my neck. I held onto them as best as I could as I was beginning to see stars from the amount of stimulation and arousal.
“When I make Enhancium… It makes me aroused… it can also stimulate my hormones even more… when I’m in heat… mmm.” I moaned out and bit my lip. Shouta hummed against my skin in agreement and kissed my neck lightly over his bond-mark.
“Taking it in, makes us aroused too, right ‘Zashi?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and kissed me more. I kissed them back before having to push Hizashi away so he didn’t draw out more of my Enhancium.
“I need bottles soon. The pressure is getting to be a bit much.” I told him. They huffed and looked at me with a pleading look as the Enhancium I had given them was beginning to wear off.
“I’m not going to give you any more. I want to wait until we’re at the camp and ready to mate.” I told them. They sighed and Hizashi looked to me as if he was going to ask for more but knew better than to ask. He gets up and slithers out of the nest to retrieve some bottles. I leaned into Shouta and cuddled him while I waited for Hizashi to come back with the bottles. Shouta smiled to himself as I cuddled into him. Hizashi came back moments later with about a dozen empty bottles and set them next to me. I sat up and began to transfer the Enhancium to the bottles as Hizashi watched from outside the nest. Shouta rubbed my back as I transferred the aphrodisiac into the bottles. I managed to fill about ten bottles before handing them to Hizashi and leaning into Shouta now that I was exhausted.
“Thank you both, I feel so much better now.” I spoke. Hizashi kissed my forehead.
“You’re welcome, darling. Why don’t you get some sleep now, okay?” He spoke as I laid out in the nest.
“Make sure the Enhancium is refrigerated. I don’t want it to go bad.” I spoke as Shouta laid next to me. Hizashi nodded and took the bottles to the fridge. Shouta buried his face in my neck as Hizashi came back, slithered into the nest and curled around us, wrapping his tail around Shouta and I and making sure to rest the end of his tail around my slightly swollen stomach.
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Later that day, I woke up and ran my fingers through Shouta’s hair as I found his head in my lap. He woke up and looked up at me. “How are you feeling, Shouta? The Enhancium I gave you earlier should help heal your injuries. We should get your surgery sites checked on to see how the Enhancium helped them before we go to Recovery Girl.” I spoke as he sat up and went to the bathroom so one of us could help him out of his bandages. “I feel great, sweetheart, thanks for asking.” He told me as he sat on the toilet with the lid closed to let me work at his bandages since Hizashi was working on dinner.. I gently picked at the adhesives on the bandages to peel them off before I unrolled them off his body as he sat patiently for me. I eventually removed all the bandages until all of them, except for the bandages on his right eye and right elbow were all that remained.
“All that’s left is the one under your right eye and your right elbow. Are you ready?” I asked. “I am, what about you?” He asked as he watched me hesitate and glance between the bandage under his eye to the one on his elbow and back again. He grabbed my hand for the first time in a while and looked me in the eyes. “Why don’t I pick which bandage you take off first, okay?” He asked me. I nodded and he kissed my hand. It felt odd to not have his bandages scratch against my skin when he kissed me and I truly enjoyed it. “How about you take the one off my elbow first?” He spoke and I nodded, picking at the adhesive and gently peeled the used bandage off his arm and revealing the scarred over elbow where Shigaraki decayed his elbow. “Is it okay if I touch the scar? I want to know how it feels.” I ask as I fixate my gaze on it; thinking of the many ways I could injure the man who hurt him. “Of course. You won’t hurt me if you do.” Shouta told me and I gently touched the scar over his elbow. He smiled and kissed my head. I looked up at him and he kissed me again. “You know I can’t wait to make you mine at the camp. Without those pesky bandages in the way and my arms now healed, I can better take your scent in.” He told me and put his nose against my scent gland. He held my waist and pulled me into his lap. “Shouldn’t I remove the last bandage first?” I asked as I placed my thumb on the bandage under his eye. “You can, then you can see me as fully without hiding anything. You can also touch that scar too if you need to.” He told me and I gently picked at the last bandage and peeled it off slowly until the full crescent-shaped scar that I had predicted was there. I gently touched it and I kissed him deeply. “They both feel softer.” I told him after I had pulled away and leaned against him, laying my head near his neck to take in his coffee scent.
“Does it now?” He asked softly as he looked at me leaning against him. He pushed me off his chest to kiss me more with a deeper want than before. “Easy, Shouta. We still need to wait until the camp before you let loose and mate with me, alright?” I asked as I got off his lap and found Hizashi standing in the doorway and watching us. He had a grin going from ear to ear and he chuckled when he saw me standing in front of him with an ever- reddening blush on my face. “Good evening, princess. Dinner is ready. I see you got Shouta’s bandages off. I’d like to talk with him for a moment, why don’t you go dig in and stuff that cute belly of yours.” He spoke and waited until I left the bathroom to go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I rolled my eyes and went to eat. A few minutes later, a pleasured pair of men exited the bathroom with grins on their faces. “I see the two of you had a good time. I left some food for you if you’re hungry.” I spoke as I worked on the mass amount of fried rice and chicken tenders that I had served myself. They sat with me and ate food too, still encouraging me to finish my food until I could hardly move and had a large, distended stomach that felt wonderful as they rubbed my stomach. “Go lay down in our nest, honey. We will be there soon to cuddle with you, alright?” Shouta told me as he ate too.“Is that alright if I’m in there? its your room after all.” “Of course, we want you to be in there for now to help the bond-marks seal and stay permanent.” Shouta spoke and kissed my cheek before I stood up and went to their room to lay down in their nest and doze off. I woke up a little bit as I felt them slide into the nest on either side of me and wrap their arms around me, resting their hands on my swollen stomach.
#bnha#admin writes#mha#bnha omegaverse#bnha aizawa#bnha present mic#mha aizawa#hizashi yamada#mha present mic#mha eraserhead#Admin's Fantasy Au#original character#oc x canon
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I love how kind some people are.
I was sitting in my local coffee shop, and they have a fridge with prepared sandwiches, yogurt, fruit cups, and what not. But the fridge was pretty empty today. Sometimes they'll also make grilled cheese or a sausage egg and cheese biscuits. I was starting to get hungry. Then I smell something really good. The panini press is going and sizzling. I basically run to the sweet, older barista.
Me: are you making grilled cheese??
Barista: no, it's chicken
Me: so I cannot have any of that, I see (this was not me begging, I was just thinking out loud.)
Then I turn around and look at the fridge, there are no sandwiches.
Barista: sorry we're out of bread.
Me: no sausage biscuits either?
Barista: no sorry honey
Me: okay, thank you anyways
I go back to my seat and think about how to acquire food from somewhere with minimal effort because I'm very tired today. About ten minutes later, the barista comes over with a container with a sandwich inside.
Barista: here you go sweetie, I cut my chicken in half
Me: you're not serious?
Barista: I am!
Me: thank you so much!
Barista: it might be really dry but I hope it's good!
She walks away. I open the sandwich and it does, in fact, have half a chicken breast on it. It also had a slice of cheese and some lettuce. I almost cried because that was so kind and unnecessary for her to do. I ate the thing up and went over to her.
Me: I just wanted to say thank you again, it was very good!
Barista: I'm glad you liked it!
Me: where do you like to eat? (I am now intending to get her a gift card)
Barista: do not do that! (She is waving her hands and smiling, I will get her a gift card)
Me: yeah, but where?
Barista: yknow anywhere, but doooont
Me: good to know, thank you again (I'm grinning like a maniac and I just walk away)
I shall get her a gift card.
#it was just so heartwarming#nobody has ever done that for me#and im a regular here so they know me but still it was very nice
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what i ate/i'm eating today:
breakfast: half of a banana≈ 45cal
break at school: crackers (kind of)= 156cal
lunch: half of a tomato with a bit of salt + scrambled egg with a bit of salt + half of a slice of brown bread≈ 159cal
i'm probably not gonna have dinner so the total is 360cal
also i burnt 222cal by walking today and i'm gonna have drama club later so i might burn more.
update, i got super hungry!!😭 so im brobably eating something.. also any advice on how to not feel hungry/full or skip meals without noticing?
my dinner was in total 460cal i hate myself
#pro recovery#block don’t report#ed disorder#ed not ed sheeran#ed not sheeren#tw ed diet#tw restrictive ed#tw ana diary#ana trigger#ana bllog#ana meal
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(Tw ED related stuff under the readmore, this time talking about purging too)
(Don’t worry I’m safe/fine and didn’t engage in any disordered behavior)
So y’all know how I went on a hike yesterday and saw beautiful foresty sights?
Well idk how many calories I actually burned because fuck that, but I was out for a while, about 2.5 hours of actual moving but that involves very slow going on snowy patches. I spent maybe half an hour total with taking pics or stopping for a snack midway, some of that time getting low underneath trees to get closer to the creek (which was very active!).
Anyway, I was SUPER HUNGRY yesterday which is totally fine because 2.5 hours of activity requires fuel.
But today I’ve been having like a really hard time feeling full and satisfied, which is probably also related to hiking. Doubly annoying is that my body doesn’t want protein. Like I had a protein heavy breakfast but needed to pair it with potatoes (which, like carrots, are absolutely not a vegetable 😉) and toast because alone the idea of eggs and a vegan sausage like. I felt nauseated thinking about it.
Now I believe my body is trying to replenish its glycogen and is like “feed me carbs so I can continue to take you on hikes through knee deep snow!” which is fine but I don’t make carb heavy meals. Like they just aren’t in my repertoire of things to cook. And the few I do make that are carb heavy are also still protein heavy- like a turkey bagel sandwich is carb heavy because carbs in bagel, but I also put goat cheese (maybe with avo) and deli turkey on it and have vegetables and dip which I like with yogurt. Even my pasta is more protein heavy because I use lentil pasta (I honestly love the taste). Anyway most of the meals I know how to make and can do without much executive planning will have 25-35g protein in it.
And my body today is just not wanting it. I try, and the moment meat is being cooked, or cooked meat is being prepared, or I even smell the yogurt or milk, I literally feel so sick.
I could just eat carby things alone but something about it ALSO felt wrong- like just a bagel? Boring. Bagel with jam? Also boring. Also, snacky. I couldn’t bring myself to actually make a meal- even like, cutting up fruit I just couldn’t do. It didn’t make any sense to me. So after breakfast I finished an older protein bar I had forgotten about from last week, and then just didn’t eat.
Husband made (quite large) garlic knots tonight to use up old pizza dough. THIS smelled divine. I ate one- still hungry. Second- still hungry. Third- why tf am I still hungry? He only made 6, 3 for me and 3 for him, so I couldn’t have another one. So I was rummaging through the cabinets and remembered all the candy and treats we got on Sunday. I still had some of those, so I finished off the licorice and hello panda cookies (maybe 1-1.5 “recommended servings” left for each), have a couple pieces of fruit mochi, even have some coffee candies and a lychee gummy because they sounded super good. I was sipping water throughout too, as I do throughout the day.
But nope, still hungry. And now I’m craving something salty. Like great I satisfied my need for carbs, but my body is still hungry and is now wanting salt. So I have a couple handfuls of cashews. Keep in mind this is all spread out around 3.5 hours. It’s not all at once. I’m giving myself time to eat, to get it in my body, have my hormones adjust to the new fuel, etc.
Finally, after the cashews, I feel ACTUALLY satisfied and full. Not sick full but like, appropriate full. The full that means I won’t be hungry at an inappropriate time but I’m not over full. No more cravings. Like “move on with your life” full.
But what does my brain decide to do with this? It’s like I’m 19 or 20 again and my brain is saying “nope we can’t feel full, hunger is good, get rid of it.” (Note: I primarily exercise purged, so this little voice isn’t just like throw it up or abuse laxatives, which I also have done, but also “count up all the calories, try to estimate, and then go to the gym and burn it all off, you haven’t gone since Tuesday!”)
It’s just this small little instinctual urge which is likely coming up because stress and new scholastic endeavors and being forced to have people perceive me. Just got me in that old headspace again because of situational similarities.
Also: the fact that it was cashews that did it at the very end is killing me. Like not even after the mochi or the lychee gummy. Something with micronutrients and very very much needed salt because I DO get dizzy without it. Something traditionally considered “healthy.” THAT is what turned ED brain on. It’s literally about how full or empty I feel and how many calories I believe I’ve eaten vs burned in a day. Doesn’t matter where it’s from. Oats or chocolate or molasses or fucking carrots or nuts.
I’m just annoyed that even this far into/past recovery, my brain still goes back ten years when my body literally just feels NORMAL. Ten years into recovery and my brain is STILL triggered sometimes just by *actually feeling fully and completely satisfied.*
Anyway: I’m totally safe, not going to do anything, it was just like this little whisper of old times which I can easily tell to stfu now, but these moments are so rare I forget they exist and when they come back, it’s just a reminder that I will likely always have them trying to peak through stressful times.
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