I’ve been on tumblr too long it’s time to go touch grass-
..He’s their dad..it’s not…BRUCE would not kill himself if his children touched his fucking drink that’s literally their DAD-
Some of you have never had the pleasure of walking up to your father and staring at his plate until he shares the prime rib ok, my moms ice cold lemon water was mine!
I was her baby, I was his baby their food and drinks were also mine!!
MY PARENTS WERE ABUSIVE they still gave me everything ever, water, food, PTSD (you can laugh) that’s their job!
༄ Ship: Muichiro x reader
༄ Tags: Muichiro x reader, fluff, quality time, sharing food, conversations, holding hands, kisses (kinda)
༄ Word count: 482
༄ Title: Senbei
༄ Summary: Muichiro comes to your house. You give him food and tea after noticing he’s famished
A/N: I got an ao3 invitation, so I’m going to include an ao3 link to my fics too now.
Ao3
It was a colder day, but still relatively warm for the months of autumn. The wind whistled outside the window. You sat on the floor, your back against the wall. The smooth taste of the warm tea you were drinking filled your mouth. You had a couple of senbei you had kept “saving for later,” which you finally decided to eat them.
The sound of the wind and soft rain was soon masked by knocking at your door. It was your boyfriend, Muichiro. You had memorized the pattern of his knocking by now.
“Come in, Muichiro!”
Muichiro slid open the shoji door, and he stepped inside after taking off his shoes. “Hi, [Name]!” He smiled. He lowered himself onto the floor to sit next to you.
“Hi!” The water was still hot. You poured him a cup of tea too.
“Oh. Thanks.”
“Do you want my extra senbei too? I had a cookie earlier.” You smiled. You held up the senbei, bumping it against his cheek by mistake.
“You can, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Muichiro turned his head slightly, but still took the senbei. It was evident that he had been training, and you could tell he was probably hungry. You had learned the way his muscles faintly twitched after they had been strained. Sweat barely coated a few wispy strands of his silky hair.
“Just take the other one too.” You nibbled on the senbei, and then you tossed it on his lap, thinking it would be funny to watch the crumbs scatter across his uniform.
“Thanks,” Muichiro said. He rubbed your hand as he bit the food. A smile adorned his face as the smoky taste hit his tongue. You handed him his tea, as it had cooled down now.
“You should be easier on yourself, Mui,” you murmur, rubbing his hand in return.
His voice was soft. “Oh. Okay.” You could tell the words likely went through one ear and out the other, so you just let him be.
“You’re pretty.” You lifted your cup to your lips, taking a generous sip.
Muichiro tilted his head, pausing. “Thank you.” He reached out to touch your cheek, before pulling away. “… You look nice too.”
You giggled. You finished your tea. “Do you like autumn?”
He nodded. “I like the leaves.”
By now, you had known Muichiro’s favorite season was spring. He liked the light breeze in the air, the smell of rain, and the delicate blue skies. “Your favorite is spring though, right?”
“Yeah. It is. You remembered.”
“Mhm.” Your fingers entwined themselves into his hair. He leaned into your touch.
Muichiro was quiet after that but gradually sank his head onto your lap. He had a weak spot for having his scalp scratched. You then heard a lot of soft hums and sighs from him. Soft kisses above your knee warmed your skin.
Another fic for Fluff-uary organised by @ir0n-angel
Prompt: Sharing Food (I'm kinda stretching the definition of "sharing" here haha)
Summary: Cardi throws M&M's into V's mouth.
Word count: ~750
CW: kinda unsanitary (talking about eating food off the floor)
Note: Apparently salted peanut M&M's is something that only exists in my country, but I really wanted them to eat this flavor, so that's why there's a backstory to it.
It was time for Frater's break and, not feeling like having a full meal, he pulled a bag of salted peanut M&M's out of his desk. The novel variety was regularly gifted to him by a Russian Sibling after their biannual trips to the Russian Mission, and he tried stretching his couple of bags for at least a month, before inevitably eating them all in a single week.
As Copia savored his second piece, the door to the office opened, and in came his brother, a stack of papers in hand.
"They told me to give these to you," Perpetua said.
"I'm on my break," Frater replied, mouth full of candy. He stared at his twin's bare face, still not used to seeing him without the skull mask.
"I'll just leave them over here, then." Papa dropped the documents on a bureau by the door. "What'cha got there?"
"Salted peanut M&M's."
"Oh fuck yes, can I have some?"
"Sure," Copia said as he poured several pieces into his own hand.
"Toss 'em, I'll catch 'em in my mouth," Perpetua said suddenly.
Frater looked up to see his brother half-crouching halfway across the room with his mouth wide open. There was no way he'd manage to throw anything in.
"I'm not doing that!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna have candy all over the damn floor!"
"You want me to starve," Papa moaned.
"Fine, but only one!" Copia put all but one M&M back into the bag. There was no point arguing with his twin. "If I miss, you eat it off the floor."
"Deal."
Frater stood up from his chair, biting his lip as he aimed for his brother's face. He tossed the piece and Perpetua moved to catch it, but it only bounced off his chin, making him flinch.
"Ooh, that was close!" Copia exclaimed, a rush of adrenaline making him fish out a new M&M as the first one skipped across the tile floor.
"Bit higher," his brother encouraged.
Taking more time to weigh the piece, Copia tossed it at Perpetua, but it went too high, hitting him on the forehead.
"Ack!" Papa yelped.
"Sorry," his twin muttered as he got another piece.
Aim, toss, hit on the nose.
"Why are you only giving me tiny ones? Throw me a fat one."
"I am not throwing you a fat one! Those are for me!"
Perpetua pouted. "You hate me for no reason."
"I don't— fine!" Copia growled, looking for a big M&M.
He aimed and tossed, and the piece struck his brother on the cheek, right under the eye.
"Ow!" He brought a hand to the impact zone.
"Here's your fat one, dumbass," Frater chuckled.
In the middle of fishing for the next piece of candy, realisation hit him.
"You're just making me waste these!"
"Last one," Perpetua said, getting back into position.
"That was like half the bag!"
"I'll catch it this time, promise."
Copia sighed, taking a middle sized M&M. "Last one, and that's it."
"Try throwing underhand."
He disregarded the advice and aimed as usual, taking his time weighing the piece while his heart beat excitedly. After a few seconds, he went for a less forceful toss, hoping that more airtime would give his twin enough time to react.
Indeed, Perpetua managed to angle himself to catch the candy with a corner of his mouth. Immediately, he straightened, triumphantly throwing his fists up in the air, a crooked smile on his face.
"Nice!" Copia exclaimed, jumping slightly at the desk as his brother tilted his head back to get the M&M into his mouth.
Chewing, he bent down to collect the failed trick shots.
"Don't eat those," Frater spat in the tone of someone watching their dog sniff a pine cone.
"You said I have to!"
"No," Copia moaned, "I was joking."
"They're only a little dirty," his twin said brightly, examining the pieces, "I'll just wash them."
Disgust scrunched Frater's face, as much at the idea of running the candy under tap water as at eating them straight off the floor.
"You're gonna get a stomachache again," he grumbled.
"That's fine, I'll survive," Perpetua said as he straightened with a handful of colorful candies.
"V!"
"I'm not wasting these! They're a rare treat."
Copia sighed, knowing he could never force his brother to do — or not do — anything. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Okay!" Papa declared as he turned and walked out of the office.
With a huff, Frater slumped back into his chair and resumed eating his half-empty bag of candy with a frown.
