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[yaygababa]

I have a request!

I was thinking a yandere Bucky that just found out that his female OC significant other is just as obsessed and possessive with him as he is with her. Thank you for opening your requests!

Pairing: Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Possessive!Reader

 A/N! 1. I have been gone forever and while I was gone I was on my main account. This isn’t a side blog, it’s a seperate blog so I didn’t log into it for a long time up until recently so I could tell people on my Watt Pad that requests were open. I DIDN’T GET TO SEE MY REQUESTS SINCE THEN AND I APOLOGIZE FOR SUCH A DELAY! 2. I haven’t written something proper in a while and I’m trying my hardest to get back into the rythem of things. Requests are still open and I hope people haven’t forgotten about me yet :pepesweat: 3. This may come off as very rushed, and I seriously do apologize. I’m been in such a tizzy lately and mental stuff and I swear I’m trying my hardest to get good at writing again. Once I get into it more, then I’ll start to get better.

Summery: Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo...

Word count: 1,230

Warnings: Fluff, possessive themes.

“Aruba, Jamaica, ooo I wanna take ya'...” My feet were dancing around the kitchen, tiptoeing around the squares and wiggling my hips around to the beat. I suddenly raised my voice, “COME ON PRETTY MAMA!!” I screamed, trying my hardest to get as much energy out as possible. I ran to the other side of the room, dipping down, doing a handstand, and allowing my back to smack against the wall behind me.

“Key Largo-... Montego... Baby why don't we... Go...” I tried to catch my breath, struggling to hold myself up with my arms.

“Oh I want to take you down to-” I could feel my arms wiggling with tension. “KOKOMO-” With one last breath, my arms collapsed below me, making my entire body fall to the floor.

Air rushed into my lungs, me trying my hardest to take it in and not choke.

“That's where we want... To go...” I rolled over on my stomach, pushing my arms underneath my chest, and attempted to push myself up. I puffed out air, trying again to push myself up while holding my breath, but I failed. I was trying to get energy out now while I could, I didn’t want to be super hyper when Hubby gets home.

I gave up, flopping my head down on the floor and staring at the door across the room. The front door.

“Way down in Kokomo...” I closed my eyes and rolled over on my back, extending my arms and laying open starfish on the floor as I stared at the ceiling. I brought a hand up to my stomach, brushing my shirt up and feeling my skin. It was soft and warm to the touch, making my fingers feel cold and rough.

“Everybody knows... A little place like Kokomo...” My voice was lowering, getting calm and tired. I wanted to fall asleep, even if it was on the floor. “Now if you want to go...” I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling but not quite seeing it.

“And get away from it all...” I turned my head towards the front door, examining it and watching it with great intensity. I had thought on if it would open. I knew it would at some point. He'd be back. He always came back. It was just on when...

“Go down to Kokomo...” I took in a deep breath, puffing up my stomach and with one big swoop, I flung my legs forward and pulled my back off the ground.

“AaaaaaaRUBA-” I pushed myself up off the ground and onto my feet, catching myself before I fell forward. “JAMAICA!” The sang to the song in my head, the record player playing loud music as I started jumping up and down. I closed my eyes and screamed out the made-up lyrics, wiggling my hips again and starting to shake around the apartment.

“OOOOOOOOO I WANNA TAKE YA!” I pointed to something across the room, saying “BERUMDA!” I pointed to the other side of the room, “BAHAMA!” I wiggled my fingers in a 'come here' motion and said, “COME ON PRETTY MAMA!”

“Are we having a dance party?!” A sudden voice of an all too familiar man broke my thoughts, forcing me to open my eyes and dart them towards the person.

The sight of a young man in uniform caught my eyes, making my lips form into a gigantic smile and hands ball up in excited fists. “HUBBY!” I screamed, rushing towards the male and jumping into his arms. He dropped a duffle bag and caught me, picking me up and swinging me around in a circle.

“I can't believe you're here so early! You've been gone for so long!” I rubbed my face against his, tightening my grip on his neck and refusing to let go as he slowed and gently sat my feet on the floor.

“I got released early! Can you believe it?” He pulled me into a hug, allowing me to loosen up. He reached his face around and kissed my cheek, then when I fully pulled away, he layered my face with kisses. I felt my stomach flutter, letting him smooch all over me.

“Get a room, you two.” A voice beside the two of us made me jump. I turned my eyes to the voice, seeing a much smaller man. Steve Rogers.

“Oh! Steve?!” I said, completely surprised. I unhooked my arms from my husband's neck, bringing my hands down to his chest as the both of us looked to the male.

“What... Heh... What are you doing here?” I asked, disappointed.  

“Honey, he's going to be staying here for a bit.” Bucky said, pulling away fully and taking hold of my hands.

“What?” I looked to Bucky, my eyes going wide. “I-I mean... It's- It's good to see you again, Steve.” I reached over to the smaller male, caressing his cheek and patting it softly.

“Bucky...” I smiled up to the male before me, “May I speak to you please?”

“Of course, sweetie.” I took his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, and once he was in, I closed the door and stood in front of it.

“Bucky...” My voice lowered, trying not to let the man in the next room hear. “What the hell are you thinking?” I blinked up to him and crossed my arms. He still had a grin on his lips but he crossed his arms too.

“He needs a place to stay.” He answered.

“Can't he go somewhere else?”

“Honey, he's my friend.”

“I know, but this is supposed to be about-”

“You and me?” He dipped his head down, looking at me with his brows raised. I closed my eyes, bringing my hand up to the corners of my forehead and rubbing it softly.

“I expected to have time to ourselves.”

“We can get that... Anytime we want.” He came in front of me, snaking his hands around my hips and bringing his lips to my neck. I shook my head and put a finger on his lips.

“I've been stuck in this house for months by myself on your orders. I expect time to myself with you.” I pushed his shoulders away from mine, letting my hands hang on them as I looked up to him.

“And you will get it. But you can't be stingy.”

“Stingy?! Speak for yourself Mr. 'No one allowed in the house but you'!”

“Oh hush.” His tone suddenly got deep, only making me aggravated.

“Don't tell me to hush, I'm being serious-” He reached up and smushed my lips together with his fingers, shutting me up.

“Don't get sassy with me, little lady.” He was still being playful, but I wasn't done talking. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down away from my face.

“If you're not going to listen to me then I'll just-” He shut me up again with a kiss, forcing me to be quiet completely.

I rolled my eyes like my life depended on it, tapping my foot and waiting for him to pull away. But when he did I didn't start talking. I just stared with a pissed-off attitude.

“You'll have me all to yourself soon, honey. I promise.” He smirked and patted the side of my face. I just pouted. “Now if you will excuse me, I have to get the guest room set up.”

[yaygababa]

I was dead but I am alive and apparently have requests :pepesweat: DOING THEM RN SORRY

[yaygababa]

Rules/Info

Rules:

Nothing that implies racism or pedophilia.

No super detailed things like, “Reader has red hair, freckles and is 5′2 feet tall, has blue eyes and looks like a dinosaur”

No pregnancy, scat, feederism kinks/fetishes.

What I can write:

Most violent/sexual things are fine. If you are unsure just ask.

Yandere!!! (Please I beg that’s my life)

Short stories (-2000 words), regular stories 2000+ words), head-cannons.

Poly relationships.

Vanilla. (As boring as it is }:< )

NSFW, vanilla smut, noncon, dubcon.

Song based.

AU’s.

What I write for:

(Not that many cause last time I did a bunch it got chaotic)

My Hero Academia

Beastars

Marvel

One Punch Man

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cause why not ya know)

How To Request:

Please specify what fandom, character(s) and story size or head-cannons.

You don’t have to be super detailed but it does always help.

Tell me what you want to happen/just a regular prompt.

Is there anything you want to add to reader? Example: “They have a healing quirk.”

Please make sure to add if the character is yandere or not.

[yaygababa]

Hello the greatest friend in the entire world :)))) Thank you for finally opening your ask box, I am most definitely not being forced to give you a request because of course not ( ╹▽╹" ) anyways, can I maybe request some fluffy Shinsou w/ small Reader?? Please and thank you 😌

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Short!reader A/n! I was really distracted when writing this... Kinda leaves off weirdly and I apologize.. I HAVEN’T WROTE IN LIKE 5 MONTHS! PLEASE BE PATIENT!

Summery: Grumpy reader is grumpy.

Word count: 1,616

Warnings: None!

It's always, and I mean ALWAYS easier said than done to do even the most basic tasks nowadays for me... I could go months without doing my laundry or cleaning my room, or even something as stupid as washing my face! But going to college and actually, working again after years of doing nothing...? The least I could say is that I'm in pain. So. Much. Pain.

You see, my parents are pushy. I was living with them and doing nothing day in and day out... So when my father finally put his foot down, he demanded that I “Get to it!” and go to college... Otherwise? I'll be thrown out of the house and be forced to live on my own.

Like I said... Easier said than done. I've been stuck in a, in my mother's words, “A mood” for a long time now. I can't take a shower, I can't wash my clothes or eat correctly... I'm in a funk. I wish I could get out of this, I wish I could get outta this headspace and be free from my thoughts that I'm stuck thinking...

But here I am now. Stuck in a lecture with a Professor who is way to excited. His energy would make anyone happy, so hyper and wanting to make his students emulate his attitude. It would be intoxicating if I wasn't pissy. Being grumpy and wanting to be grumpy only equals one thing... Being grumpy and not allowing anyone to change it.

My arms were crossed and my eyes half-closed, my jaw tightly clamped and finger tapping on my forearm. I wanted nothing more than to scream at the Professor to shut his yap, his annoying attitude driving me nuts and people giggling at his jokes... I felt like I was going to exploding with rage.

“And that, my fine students...” He clapped his hands together and smiled like the idiot he was. “Is how blah blah blah blah blah” Yeah whatever, can I go now?

“CLASS DISMISSED!” He shouted, making my ears perk and eye twitch with slight excitement.

I jumped up from my chair, stuffing my papers in my book-bag and storming towards the door. I didn't realize how little people there were... Only a handful of about nine people... I switched my eyes off them, taking my sight to the hallway as everyone disappeared into thin air. I kept my eyes on the floor, blinking time and time again to try and get my mind off the classes as I thought of what my next one was... I couldn't really think straight on if I had another one... I had my schedule in my bag, so I could just look while I'm thinking about it...

I stopped on the side of the hallway, dipping to the floor and taking my bag off my back. I was quick to unzip it, going through book after book till I came to a folded up piece of paper. I reached for it and undid it, only getting a couple words in when I heard laughter, then was pushed on my side as I felt a pair of legs stumble over me.

I jumped and made a weird noise, failing to catch myself and watching a man fall over me, making me hit my head in the process.

“HEY!” I screamed, falling over with them. I pushed myself up and jumped to my feet, blinking over to the person with enraged eyes. I flung my hand up to my head as it started to throb.

“WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING DIPSHIT!” I shouted, bringing my foot around and kicking a man's side. He whimpered and rolled over on his back. I got a good look at him... Green hair, matching eyes, and what looked like a quivering bottom lip. I gritted my teeth, snarled my lip, and widened my eyes.

“Oh you're gonna CRY?” I flung my hands to my sides, dipping my chest down to him, and poked his forehead harshly.

“I CAN GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!” I reached down and grabbed his shirt, yanked his back off the ground and-

“Heh-Hemmm...” I heard a low voice clear their throat. I flinched, rushing to stand up and drop the green-haired boy. I darted my body around to meet the person... But I came face to face with a chest... I folded my brows, backed up, and looked up. A rather tall, purple-haired male with daring eyes... I gulped but didn't back down as I puffed up my chest and stared at him.

“Who-” I cleared my voice as it cracked. “Who the hell are you?” I tried to put on a tough voice but I probably just sounded silly. He tilted his head ever so slightly and narrowed his tired eyes.

“This-” My voice cracked again. “This doesn't concern you.” I watched him look me up and down, what I guessed was him sizing me up.

“You gonna finish him?” He spoke, his voice smooth and calm. He nudged his head to the side, directing it at the green-haired boy.

“Sh-SHINSOU!” The boy screeched, failing to catch himself as he tried to stand. I flicked my eyes over to him and hiccuped on a giggle. I saw from the corner of my eye that the purple-haired man leaned into me, I blinked over to him and pulled my chest away, leaning but not stepping away.

“Finish him. Do it.” He said loud another for the boy to hear.

“SHINSOU!” He panicked and finally stood up properly. I put a hand to my mouth, pulling on my bottom lip slightly as I held in the biggest laugh.

“Don't-Don't-Don't listen to him- I-I-I didn't mean to-” That's when I cracked. I stepped away from the male I assumed was Shinsou, I kept a hand on my mouth and howled. I felt my chest bump with laughter, the shy male stuttering and blabbering about lord knows what.

“W-Why are they laughing?!” I stood up straight, sealing my mouth shut and holding in my giggles.

“Because-” I snickered, “Because you're a baby- And it's funny- Cause-” I cracked up before I stopped myself again, “Because you're supposed to be super powerful- IZUKU MIDORIYA!” When he stood up I instantly knew who he was.

His back straightened in shock, his bottom lip quivering and making me crack up even more.

“But... Heh... But I don't know who you are...” I hiccuped on my air and tilted my head to the side, staring at the purple-haired and narrowing my eyes. He mimicked my action, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes. I sniffed and straightened myself, bringing my hand up and pointing a rude finger at him. He straightened himself as well, staring down at me with half-lidded eyes as I stepped up to him.

“What's your name then, hmm?” I smirked up at him, biting my tongue and testing his nerves. Poking his chest, he picked up my finger with his index and thumb like I was disgusting, he pushed my hand into my chest softly, telling me to keep my hands to myself.

“None-ya.” He replied, making me raise a brow.

“None-ya?” I asked, snarling my top lip at him.

“None-ya business.” He turned from me, turning his attention to Izuku before he reached his hand out to him. They pulled each other to themselves, bumped shoulders before doing a small handshake. I couldn't help but give a small smile at their friendship.

“I'll catch you later, Deku.” The tall male said then turned away from Izuku.

“Nice talking to you again, Shinsou!” He called back as the two of them started to walk away from each other. My ears perked, hearing his name intrigued me... So...? I watched them two walk away before running after the male known as Shinsou.

“Hey! Purple hair!” I shouted out. He turned his eyes over his shoulder, caught a glimpse of me and BOOKED IT.

“WH- HEY!” I was taken aback by him running away, but that wasn't going to stop me from chasing him. I was hoofin' it, pushing myself to my limit like I was running for my life.

“Get your ass back here!” I yelled out to him but he just ran faster. I rolled my eyes and tried to catch up. I was pretty new to this school, so him taking me around there was only making me confused. I tripped a couple times, him looking over his shoulder to make sure I was still there before continuing my chase.

We came to different corners a couple of times, me trying my hardest to not lose sight of him, but when we came to another... I ran past the corner... But... Didn't see him. I slowed my pace, what I could have sworn was question-marks flying out of my head as I flicked my eyes around to find him.

I suddenly heard a wolf whistle from behind me, causing me to jump and switch my body around. The purple-haired male was leaning on the wall, arms crossed and one foot pressed up against the wall.

“You-” I pointed my finger at him, stomping my foot and snarling my nose, “SHINSOU!” I said in a childish voice.

“That's my name...” He pushed himself off the wall, keeping his arms crossed as he marched up to me. I bend my finger slightly in nervousness, him coming to my front and staring down at me. I blinked up to him, his daring glare dipping down to my level and looking me square in the eyes. I felt myself shrink, flicking my orbs between his and feeling cornered though I wasn't.

“Now what's yours?”

[yaygababa]

REQUEST: Can I get a FatGum (Fluff!) x reader? 

Pairing: FatGum x F!reader

A/n! So this was requested by a friend of mine on Discord... I’m like that “Yes honey” meme to my friend’s every will... WAS STILL FUN TO WRITE THOUGH!

Summery: Reader breaks her ankle during a workout, Fatgum takes them to the doctor to find out...

Word count: 3,704

Warnings: Mentions of blood, hospitals, fluff, anorexia and bulimia.

I lifted my leg in the air, piqué twice and dipping my leg down. I bent my body over, slowly coming back up and arabesque. I repeated this action a few times, a small voice in my head telling me it wasn't good enough. I bent over again, coming back up and arabesque. I had been participating all day. A good three hours of nonstop ballet. I was sweating like a pig... What I imagined myself as actually…

I took in a breath, attempting another but this time my ankle slipped and I fell on the ground... Again. I took in sharp, crisp air through my gritted teeth. I moved my leg out from underneath me, looking down at it as I rolled it softly. It was slightly swollen, making my eyes widen and reach down to touch it. The second my finger connected with my ankle, a sting went through my body. I closed my eyes, knowing I’ve been injuring myself all day…

I was just trying to burn as many calories as I could today. I had eaten a hefty amount of junk food, regretting it the moment I finished. I could have sworn I had told myself that I was going to behave and not eat that kinda crap for the next month... But here I was now, working off these stupid ass calories that I ate all by myself. No one was forcing me to do this to myself. No one forced that food into my mouth and down my throat...

I had been caught purging by someone at my work... And over the stupidest of food too! A simple sandwich? Well... Now that I think about it... The calories from the bread... The cheese... Yeah, I understand now.

I could hear the voice in my head screaming at me again. It was a males voice... Something I knew for a fact that I had heard before, though I couldn't put my finger on who it was. I blinked my eyes open, looked down at my ankle as I flipped it over to the other side. The instant I did that, the look of blood seeping out of the pointe shoes. I took in another breath. Rolling my eyes and getting up from the floor.

“A little bit of blood isn't going to make me stop...” I hissed to myself. I didn't sound like myself when I said that. I sounded like a man screaming at his wife, a man demanding so much more of his wife that she knows she can't give. I stumbled to my feet, feeling a shocking pain shoot into my legs and going to my back. I went into first position. I wasn't done with my work out. I had only burned off 600 calories. Now... Someone might think that's a bit much... But that wasn't nearly enough for the amount that I ate.

I held my air in my lungs, puffing up my chest and assemblé once again. I fell to the ground again, this time hearing a loud CRACK! I shot a hand to my mouth, rolling on my back and hovering my wounded foot above the floor. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, perking up into my vision and blurring my eyes. I blinked the water away, lifting my head to look at my foot that was shaking. I pushed myself onto my bottom, gently taking my calf into my hand and pulling it to my lap.

I tried to touch my ankle, my face scrunching in pain and tears pop up in my eyes again. My hand started shaking, slowly unwrapping my foot and pulling off my shoe. I looked down at it, the toes a dark purple and a trail of red leading all down my ankle. I let out my breath, now defeated and admitting that I probably should have stopped earlier.

Looking around from my sitting spot, I thought about how I was gonna be able to get up... I was gonna have to make it to a wall to help me stand... It's just... Getting to the wall is the problem. Maybe I could just crawl... OR SCOOT! I felt silly just from the thought of it. I could very well just wait for my lover to get home... He was strong enough to pick me, I knew that for sure.

Lifting my torso up, I pushed myself on my hands and knees, doing a quick crawl over to the kitchen. I knew there was a first-aid kit somewhere around here... Ah! I opened the bottom cabinet next to the sink, normally where you would keep pots and pans but we put our dish-soap and cleaner down there. A little bit of an odd place to keep a first-aid kit, I must admit, but I wasn't really worried about it.

I opened the kit, looking around on it for something to help me figure out what to do with this new wound. I knew I had to clean the bleeding parts, but I wasn't sure what to do about the gigantic bruising... Maybe just wrap it up to make sure nothing bothers it? Yeah... Just do that.

I took out the gauze, the alcohol and band-aids. I started with my busted toes, then cleaned them and wrapped them. Then moved to my ankle... Now that I got a better look of it, I probably needed something more than just something to wrap it up with... I could see it pulsing through my skin, making me cringe in disgust... Yeah, how about I just call someone? Oh great... That means I have to get up and get the phone! Well this will be an adventure...

I got back on my hands and knees, crawling to the other side of the kitchen and looking up. I knew the house phone was next to the dishwasher... Hmm... But that's on the back of the counter... Hmm...

Pushing myself up and onto my knees, I reached my torso up and looked over the counter, my chin just barely propping on it as I did so. Humming, I narrowed my eyes at the phone, peeping my glare at it and staring.

“I'll get you my pretty...” I joked, hissing at the phone.

“And your little numbers too...” I mumbled. I pushed myself on my good foot, using my upper body strength mostly as I pulled myself up and onto the counter. I grunted loudly as I pushed myself onto it, flopping my front on the stove then rolling over on my back. I felt like I didn't have any legs in general! If Taishiro seen me like this right now, he'd laugh and laugh... Telling me I should have just stayed put or hell, went out to dinner with him!

Now, one of the only reasons he went out to eat was because I said I wasn't going to make dinner tonight... I would always make a huge feast for the man, him eating the entire thing in less than 30 minutes! He was goofy in that way... And he had the best excuse for eating so much. His quirk was always strange to me, but nothing would change my view on him. He was my lover and nothing was about to change that... But like how the old saying goes... Opposites attract.

Me and him were polar opposites. I myself... As much as I hated to admit it... I had anorexia with bulimic tendencies. But lately? It's been feeling more Mia than Ana... Ah yes, my two voices. Ana was my normal voice in my mind... He took a soft voice. Someone you would think of an English teacher, like he was always helpful, always telling me, “The secret is to just stay empty.” Like I was trying to figure out a game in my mind. He was my sweetspo.

While Mia... He took a darker form than Ana. He had a younger male's voice, always screaming and cussing at me to go exercise and purge. I felt like I was constricted by his words. I could never think straight when he came around. Ana was always there, always listening and telling me I'm alright... While Mia hated me. He told me that I was always wrong, that I deserved to eat and the moment I touch food, he'll scream at me and tell me how stupid, idiotic and worthless for thinking he was telling the truth.

Anyway... Let's get back on track. Me and Taishiro were, of course, polar opposites, but we were closer than close, drawn to each other like someone would think they would be. We were inseparable. But considering our differences... If people knew us as a person, and not just what we show to the world... They might question our sanity... Though the both of us knew better than that. We loved each other, always at each other's sides and never fighting.

Though... I knew I had secrets. I knew I kept certain things away from my lover just to make sure I prevented an argument. I didn't want him to see this side of me... Forcing myself to work out till I bleed, harming myself like this would make him upset. It'd make anyone upset! Hell, it makes me upset. But this is something I've lived with for so long... I'm still not sure how Taishiro hasn't noticed my bad habits... Or has he? Has he been fooling me this whole time, making me believe that he wasn't aware or that he just didn't want to notice? Who the hell knew.

But I did know that I had to keep this ruse going. I didn't want him to know why I felt the need to starve, purge and exercise like a maniac. But then again, I did want him to know. I just wanted him to see every part of me, I didn't want to lie to him. It felt wrong! But then again... It felt so right. These lies, this ruse, this mask I put on day and night... It gets so tiring. I just wish I could scream, scream at myself in the mirror...

Scream, “GET BETTER!”

“GET THE HELP YOU NEED!”

“TELL HIM!”

“YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE!”

“HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE!”

I laughed at myself, swaying my legs over the counter as I blinked over to the phone next to me. I picked it up, holding it in both my hands cautiously as I examined it. I read over the numbers over and over, contemplating on if I really needed to call him. Was it really that serious or was I just overreacting?

I ran my fingers over the numbers again, this time dialing the number to talk to my lover. I put it up to my ear, swallowing once and tapping my finger on my thigh. I heard it ring a couple of times, three or four before the male answered.

“GUMMYBEAR!” The man shouted over the phone, making me giggle and flinch slightly.

“Hello to you too, Taishi.” I chirped back. He was quick to reply.

“I'm right outside the house! Gimme two seconds!” I flicked my eyes over to the front door, it being next to the kitchen and in front of the living room. I heard a few loud footsteps then the door opened. I pulled the phone away from my ear, watching as the tall male came into view. I wiggled my toes and sat the mobile device down, opening my arms and beckoning him to me. He had a whole load of groceries in hand, what I guessed was all of them as he sat them at the front of the kitchen. Coming toward me, he picked me up from my underarms, pulling me to him and into an almost child-like hug. He put one hand on my bottom and the other around my back.

I reached my head up and nuzzled his nose, him doing the same and placing a small kiss on my lips. I got into a fit of giggles, wrapping my hands around his shoulders and closing my eyes as I smiled like an idiot. He chuckled and pulled my body further up his body, holding my bottom with one hand and turning me slightly so he could see what he was doing. I lined my legs with his body, hugging his broad shoulders and resting my chin on his crease of his neck. I rubbed the side of his cheek with my nose the entire time he was doing his thing.

He was currently putting away the groceries... Which was normally odd. Simple chores like that would normally include both of us. Perhaps he saw my bandaged foot and decided to help me out a bit. He opened the fridge and started putting away the cold-goods, an almost rush to his footing as he did so, what I assumed was his idea of the items melting. I looked at all the food he put away... Vegetables... Ice cream... Fruits... Meats... More ice cream... Popsicles... And something that caught my eye. A slim Jim with cheese... Oh, I could feel my mouth water at the sight of it. I reached over, snatching it before he could put the box away. I took out one, looked over at him then took out two.

Undoing the wrapper, I put it on the counter, gave him the meat and bit into the cheese. I shook my fists back and forth, closing my eyes and moaning slightly in delight. People normally didn't like that type of cheese, but it was like heroine to me.

Putting away the now opened box, he sat me down on the counter and looked down at me.

“How'd you manage to do it this time?” He asked, blinking down at my foot. I lifted it, allowing him to take hold of my leg and examine my ankle.

“Ballet.” I simply said. He flicked his eyes up to me, narrowing them slightly.

“Thought I told you to stay away from that!” He looked back down at my wound, seeing it bandaged up like a child had done it.

“How else am I supposed to perform for my die-hard fans?” I put a hand to my heart, adding to the dramatic effect.

“Your die-hard fans being me?” He laughed. I nodded and closed my eyes, relaxing as I put a hand behind me and leaned into it.

“You need to go to the hospital, this isn't something I can treat without proper tools.” He said, making me roll my head back and groan loudly.

“BUT I DON'T WANNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I grunted as loudly as possible. He stuck up a finger, waving it back and forth.

“Should have listened to me then!” He tisked. I groaned again.

“BUT-BUT-BUT!” I shouted, “My die-hard fans...!” I said in a sudden hush, sticking out my bottom lip and giving him puppy-dog eyes.

“Your die-hard fans can wait.” He suddenly swooped my up into his arms, walking with me to the door and out the house. I flopped my head back, putting a hand to my forehead as if faint.

“I'm dead! They're gonna have to amputate it!” I said in the most dramatic voice possible. He raised a brow at me.

“Maybe then you'll stop doing those damn work outs.” He fired back. I shot my eyes open, rushing my head up and glaring daggers at the male.

“You're one to talk!” I joked, poking his stomach and earning a laugh in return, “I'll stop once I perfected it...” I closed my eyes again, shaking my head in a tone that screamed, 'I know best'. We weren't that far from a medical center, but without an appointment I sure we'd be sitting there for a few.

With a few jokes about having me carry him, one or two of how I needed the exercise and a dozen of how we'd be there already if he could just fit into a car... We arrived at the hospital. With me in his arms, he walked us into the waiting room, placing me on a chair closest to the nurses office. He talked to the nurse for a minute, signing the usual stuff and answering the normal questions and BOOM! I had to hurry up and wait for the next half hour.

I leaned over to him in the waiting room... He was taking up a good three seats, towering multiple feet above me as I elbowed him.

“Bet ya' I could race her.” I whispered, hinting to a older woman in a wheelchair. He snickered for a hot minute, trying not to let anyone hear but failing desperately. Then he was the one to elbow me, “Arm wrestle that guy?” He hushed, nudging his head toward a awfully skinny man. I put a hand on my mouth, the both of us cracking up over the stupidest of things. I shushed him once the man we were speaking about looked over at us.

“Mr. Toyomitsu?” A nurse, brown hair and glasses said as she opened the door. She came out with a wheelchair once we waved her down, me getting into it as she took us to the back room. We got in rather quickly... She walked us to the room, telling me to get onto the medical table as she did my vitals. The normal routine... Temp, heart and bp. Blah blah blah.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't get any weird looks or small comments on my weight when I gave it to her. I'd normally get an ear full! You learn something new every day.

I swayed my feet on the end of the table, the small piece of paper under me wasn't helping much when it came to the coldness of the table. I was still in my ballet costume, tights and one shoe missing... My hair was a mess, and what I guessed I smelled like sweat.

“I already know he's gonna say something about my work out, 'BLAH BLAH BLAH DON'T DO THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH'!” I mocked, making Taishiro pat my knee softly.

“It'll be alright.” He soothed, making me take in a breath.

After a good ten minutes of waiting, the doctor came in. He examined me thoroughly, like any doctor should. He checked my throat, my ears and eyes... Then he got to my foot. He cleaned it properly, put gauze on it and prescribed me some pain killers. At the end of the session... He asked to speak to Taishiro alone, which confused me. They went right outside the room, I could hear their muffled voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

The doctor brought my lover back in, his face turned suddenly frowning and worried. I looked up at him and asked what was wrong, but he just shook his head and told me we'll talk later. I felt a shock go through my body at his words... But I couldn't figure out why I felt like this. I felt... Scared? But why?

The nurse helped bring me out the hospital, Taishiro taking over from there. We started to go back to the house, but it seemed off. He wasn't speaking. He wasn't making any funny jokes or commenting about food... I felt even more scared.

We ended up at the house, him sitting me on the couch and walking to the kitchen. I looked over and saw him pour a glass of water. He came back to my side, handing me the cup as I took it and sipped on it.

“Gummy bear...” He started, picking me up and putting me on his side again like always. He walked us to the kitchen, him reaching into the fridge and grabbing a thing of vegetables and meats. He sat me on the counter next to the stove, him starting to make his third dinner.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the stove. I took another sip of my water, narrowing my eyes and asking him, “About what?”

“This whole...” He looked to me, waving his hands around as if trying to find the right word, “Anorexia, bulimia... Thing...” I felt my heart sink. My skin going pale and warmth draining from my body. I laughed.

“How- heh- How do you know about that?” I asked, my voice shaking and nervous. He raised a brow.

“So it's true.” He more so stated. I felt myself sink more.

“Taishi- I've tried to tell you so many times!” I said, defeated. But he just looked awestruck.

“What and- and- and I didn't listen?” He asked, what I guessed was him blaming himself. I sat my water down and shook my hands.

“Love bug, that's not what I meant!” I tried, “I always thought that it was kinda obvious and that you already knew!”

“It was obvious?” He said, completely taken aback by this.

“Maybe- Maybe it wasn't. But-” I stuck my finger at him, “You know now! So- So- So-” I looked to the ground, trying to find the right wording.

“God dammit- Pick me up.” I demanded, not being able to keep my eyes on his. He looked at me like I just told him I killed his puppy. I flicked my eyes at him, “WELL?” I opened my arms, beckoning him over to me. He rushed to pick me up, holding my bottom and placing a hand on my back. I put my hands on either side of his face, staring into his eyes to keep him focused.

“I have dealt with this for years, love bug. There's nothing you could have done to prevent it. I've had this for more days than I can count. It doesn't mean I don't love you, or see you different because of how I see myself. I could see myself as Cthulhu and you'd still be number one in my eyes. I do this to myself, but that doesn't mean I love you any less.” I rubbed the side of his face, his frown slowly turning into a smile the more I talked.

“Now shut up and give me a kiss.”