4, 9, 11, 19, 21, 28 for the birthday girl el and for gray please >:)
TYSM RENA <33
El:
4. how crafty/resourceful are they?
She is very crafty and that's a big part of why she survives in the wasteland. On top of Akira teaching her survival skills in case of something a situation like the bombs dropping, she's quick to figure out what she needs to do and is good at making do with very little.
9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?
She lovesssss empanadillas! Her mom made them a few time while she was growing up and El was hooked after. One of the few things she knows how to make herself fjskld
11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?
Hmm. I don't think I actually have too much in common with El anymore? I'm not really sure though fjdsklfj. But she's wayyyy more ambitious and hard-working than I am and much more outgoing. I don't think she'd dislike me but she might find me a bit boring </3. I'd like her though.
19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?
El's always been temperamental but she's mellowed out a bit with age over the years. But she's still easily irritated by the little inconveniences of life and all the new bullshit brought into her life via the wasteland which I would say is justified. But she's not nearly as explosive as she used to be.
21. their favorite place to be?
Pre-bomb drop, it was her tattoo shop! It's where she spent a lot of her free time even if she wasn't really working. It was just comforting to her to hang out in a place that she pretty much made from the ground up. In the wasteland though, it's goodneighbor and the north church. Both are relatively safe, not diamond city level fortified but enough to help her relax a bit. Plus, she met her favorite people there (mac, deacon, and hancock).
28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
I said in another post that El's main love languages are physical touch and quality time but I'd replace touch with gift giving now, I think. She just likes to provide! But it's also something she just kinda picked up from her parents so she has mixed feelings about it sometimes. So she'll buy things that made her think of you and pay for outings/dates, etc etc. She'll also try to split her free time a little more evenly and spend some more time with you.
Gray:
4. how crafty/resourceful are they?
Very! Miko and Blake made sure to pass that down to them so they could survive on their own. They know a lot of people and also know how to make do with very little.
9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?
Favorite is breakfast pizza :/ they're just like me fr. Idk if I'd say they have a least favorite though since they'll eat just about anything that's edible so definitely not picky or restrictive either.
11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?
They started out as a self insert but have very much strayed from that jfklds. We still have some things in common though which is the Ezra OC blueprint of autism and bisexuality <3. We also both pretend to be laid-back and care-free while in fact not being that way. As for differences, they are much braver than I am and overall I could not imagine living their life idk how they do it 😭. I do think we would get along though! I'd love to be their friend
19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?
Uhhhh it depends? They're way more patient with people they care about than they are strangers, whom they're far more likely to get angry with and actually act on it. But trying to get them to talk about something they don't want to talk about (ex. their past or their real feelings on something) can often be an easy way to irritate them regardless of your relationship. That's something they need to approach first more often than not.
21. their favorite place to be?
Nature! It was really only place they felt they belonged for a long time since it's what their powers rely on and there's not often many humans to deal with. Not they dislike them on principle since they're half human themself, they just never felt quite like a person until they met the dmc crew. But nowadays it's more of a comfort thing since it's so familiar.
28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
Depending on the point in time, they really just went out of their way to make people think they didn't like them regardless of how Gray actually felt. This was in an effort to protect all parties involved since getting they'd already lost so many people </3. They were cold and uninviting, often mean if they felt they had to be which always broke their heart but it worked except for on one person. That also ended poorly.
Anywayyyy. Nowadays, they're trying to be more open with their affections whether that be platonic, romantic, etc etc. They're not very good with words or actions for that matter but they're trying FJDSL. They're still trying to understand that standing next to someone and telling them random botany facts unprompted is in fact not enough for a lot of people FJDKSLF. It's endearing though.
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Sharing is Caring (HC)
Fandom: BSTS
Pairing: All x fem!Reader
Warning: None
Requested by: @weebslawyer
Prompt: Umm. I can request HC with bsts boys and Unei being in a relationship with a fem and they don't live together and they observe she start buying clothes in their sizes so they ask her about it and she's like ''Now you can stole my clothes as I do with yours and actually fit you''.
A/N: I really tried my best not to sound repetitive! ><
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Akira found you cute in oversized clothes, but he was confused why you suddenly choose to wear clothes there were clearly too big for you.
“Um, cutie, why are you wearing clothes that are not your size?” He asked but raised his hands in front of him, “Not that I’m complaining”
“Since I always borrow your clothes, I thought I would get clothes in your size, so you can borrow mine,” you giggled.
Akira suddenly found you to be a million times cuter. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and peppered your face with kisses. “You are too cute for your own good.”
Kokuyou watched you struggle with the sleeves of the top you were wearing. They were too long for you as was the shirt itself. “Why the hell would you wear something that doesn’t fit you?”
“So, you finally noticed,” you giggled, “you know how I always borrow your clothes?”
“Yeah, what about it?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
“I started buying clothes in your size, so now you can wear my clothes.”
Kokuyou raised one eyebrow and stayed quiet, not knowing how to react to that. On one side, he found it cute, but at the same time, he liked seeing you in fitted clothes.
"I guess I don’t have to worry about bringing my clothes when I sleepover at your home,” he chuckled.
Sin quietly watched you fixing the t-shirt sliding off your shoulders over and over again. You felt his gaze on your and glanced at him.
“Are you wondering why I’m wearing sometimes that is too big for me?” You asked only to see him smile.
“From now on, I’m going to wear clothes that are your size. That way I can borrow your clothes and you can borrow mine!” You grinned widely, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.
He walked up to you and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Cute.”
“Hey, is there a reason you’ve been wearing clothes that...um...are too big for you?” Taiga asked but stepped back and looked at you with wide eyes, “I hope it’s okay to ask you that.”
You laughed, “It’s okay, Taiga. I was hoping you would ask.”
“You did? Why?” The gamer asked baffled.
"These clothes are your size...you know if you ever want to borrow my clothes,” you blushed and fidgeted with the sleeve of your t-shirt.
“I-I can?” He asked in a voice louder than he meant to, “um...I t-think I w-will. Thanks.”
“Takami, why are you staring at me?”
He stepped back and scanned you head to toe, “Something doesn’t feel right.”
You frowned at his teasing tone, “You can never say anything straight, can you? Just say ‘your clothes look too big for you’.”
Very well, your clothes are too big for you,” he mimicked your words and tone.
“I’m wearing your clothes in your size, so you can borrow my clothes.”
“Then will you be okay with me borrowing your pink, lace tops?” He teased.
“Princess, you look adorable, but is there a reason why you are wearing such oversized clothes?” Kei said as he watched you struggling to keep your shirt close to your body.
“I got the clothes in your size so I can share my clothes with you...,” you responded with a smile.
Kei was stunned by your reply. “But you look uncomfortable, my love.”
“Kei, you always look out for me, no matter how inconvenient it may be for you. Let me do the same for you.”
He smiled softly and pecked your lips, “Thank you for thinking about me.”
“Is there a reason why you are wearing clothes that seem to be my size?” He chuckled.
“Huh? You can tell it’s your size?” You questioned in shock.
“I’ve seen you wearing enough of my clothes to judge by one look,” he responded and laughed at your reaction.
“Well, aren’t you smart,” you teased, “feel free to borrow my clothes when you need them. I got them in your size for a good reason.”
“Is that so?” he asked, watching the t-shirt slide off your shoulder. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, earning a gasp from you. “Well, you made my life easier.”
“How?” You asked, blinking.
Sotetsu smirked devilishly, “I wonder...”
Ginsei blushed every time he saw you wearing clothes too large for you as he found it overly cute.
"Um...can I ask why you suddenly started to wear clothes that are...n-not your size?" He stuttered, not knowing whether it was appropriate to ask or not.
"I decided to wear clothes in your size, so if you borrow them, I will be happy."
Ginsei's cheeks turned red as he looked away, "T-Thanks, I will borrow them."
You noticed Gui staring at you intensely and asked, "Do you find my clothes odd?"
He nodded and tilted his head, "They’re different from the ones you usually wear."
You sat down next to him and giggled, "These clothes are in your size so feel free to borrow them"
Though Gui didn't understand why you would do that, it made him happy, “Okay...”
“Um...I have been meaning to ask you something,” Yoshino nervously muttered, “your clothes...um...t-they...”
“Don’t look like my usual style?” You finished his sentence and giggled.
“Y-Yeah,” he said, looking at you surprised.
“They’re your style and size, so don’t hesitate to borrow them, okay?”
“My...size and style...?” Yoshino shyly averted his eyes and nodded, “That...makes me happy.”
“You...what?” Rindou asked making sure he heard you correctly.
“I got clothes in your size so that you can borrow them when you need to,” you repeated, suppressing your urge to laugh at his shocked expression.
“I see, thank you for thinking about me," he smiled and touched your cheek, "but if you feel uncomfortable, then please return to wearing your usual clothes. I would rather not have you face any difficulties.”
Sinju blinked rapidly and tilted his head, “I can borrow your clothes? But they won’t fit me.”
“Sinju, you can’t walk around with the stain on your shirt, and these clothes are in your size!” You excitedly said, showing him your brightest smile.
“T-They are?”
“Yeah, I wear clothes in your size, so you can borrow them when you need to,” you nodded.
Sinju’s cheeks glowed red as he flashed a radiant smile, “You’re the best!”
"Maica, you have been staring at me all day long,” you pouted and folded your arms close to your chest, "can you at least tell me why?"
"Your clothes...," he whispered but choose not to finish his sentence.
“They’re your size and style. You know, in case if you need to borrow them,” you mumbled and bit the corner of your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't find it odd.
Maica smiled playfully, “Have I told you how cute you are?”
Menou sleepily watched you helping Unei, and when you passed the sofa, he grabbed your hand.
“Your clothes...why do they look like mine?”
“Oh, since I steal your clothes, I thought it would only be fair that you can steal mine...and actually fit in them,” you giggled, giving his hand a firm squeeze.
“Then do you have a pair of pajamas with you? I could really use something comfy to nap in."
“You...look cute,” Yakou mumbled under his breath, hoping you would hear his words.
“Oh, t-thanks. Aren’t you going to ask why I’m wearing clothes that are not my size?”
A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he asked, “Why are you?”
“They’re your size, so you can borrow and actually fit into them,” you playfully giggled.
Yakou’s eyes widened momentarily but a smile danced on his lips soon after. “That’s...really sweet of you.”
Mokuren didn’t notice the size change until a thread from your sleeve got caught in his ring.
While C’s leader helped you remove it, they took note of how long your sleeves were and scanned your sweater. “That seems a bit big on you.”
“I know! It’s your size after all.”
Mokuren was startled by your reply but waited for you to explain why you were wearing clothes in their size.
“Please borrow my clothes when you like...I got so you can take them from me...,” you mumbled shyly while playing with your sleeve.
“I see. Thank you,” Mokuren whispered and pecks your lips.
When Hari finished his floor shift, you noticed a stain on his shirt and smiled, “Would you like to borrow my shirt?”
“Your...shirt?” He asked puzzled.
“Yes, I now wear clothes in your size, so you can borrow them whenever you like,” you replied with a sweet smile.
Hari was stunned at your cute reply as a smile formed on his lips. “Thank you, I would like to borrow your shirt if you have a spare that is.”
“Princess, your outfits seem a bit...” He started but trailed off not wanting to possibly insult you.
“Off? Don’t fit well? Kinda big?” You finished his sentence for him and chuckled, “I know! I got these clothes in your size?”
“You...did? Why is that?” Zakuro asked with his eyebrows raised.
“So you can borrow my clothes when you need to...like when I borrow your clothes."
One corner of his lips tugged up as he teased, “Ara Ara, are you planning to live together with me someday?”
Kasumi appeared in front of you without warning, making you squeal and jump.
“S-Sorry, I did it again,” he laughed nervously. “Can I ask you something?”
“Is it about my clothes?” You asked, gently patting your chest in an attempt to calm down your racing heart.
“Were you waiting for me to ask?” He chuckled.
You nodded in response, “Yes, the clothes are in your size...in case, you ever feel like wearing my clothes.”
“I can?” He asked and smiled widely, “Then I will be sure to borrow them when I need to.”
Qu noticed immediately when you started to wear clothes that looked too long for you. He knew something was going on when you started to mimic some of his outfit styles.��
“My dear, your fashion statement has changed so suddenly,” he stated casually.
Picking up on his hint, you smiled, “Since I always borrow your clothes, I wanted you to be able to borrow mine.”
Qu stared at you in admiration for a bit before saying, “I am lucky to have you in my life.”
Whenever you wore oversized clothes in front of Mizuki, he laughed but never told you it was due to your garments looking too baggy.
“Okay, Mizuki, why are you laughing?” You sighed and crossed your arms, “It’s because of my clothes, isn’t it?”
“They are too fcking big for ya, it’s funny,” he said trying to hold back his laughter.
“Guess it was a mistake to buy clothes in your size. And here I thought you would be happy to know I wear your size so we can share each other’s clothes.”
Mizuki looked at you in shock for a bit before flashing a toothy grin, “Then I wanna raid your closet.”
Kongou couldn’t resist the sight of you wearing clothes that were far too large for you.
“Kongou, you are not going to ask about my clothes?” You questioned him, wondering why he hadn't asked you yet.
“Yeah, I have been wondering...,” he started by grew silent.
“Why I wear clothes in your size?” You took the liberty of finishing the sentence, much to his confusion.
“They're my size?”
“Yes, I love borrowing your clothes, so I thought it’s only fair for you to be able to borrow mine,” you beamed.
Kongou leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Don’t make me fall for you even more.”
Ran didn’t hesitate to confront you the first time he saw you wearing clothes that looked baggy. “Why are you not wearing those clothes?”
“I like wearing clothes in your size, especially since you can borrow them,” you giggled.
“Really?” He asked with wide eyes, “I can fit in them? Cool!”
“You like the idea? Really?"
“Yes! Now we can be a real couple,” he grinned and pulled you in a tight hug.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Rico frowned and scanned you head to toe, “why are you wearing such ill-fitted clothes?”
“That’s because these clothes are in your size,” you laughed.
“Why...would you wear clothes in my size?” He asked, averting his eyes
“So that you can borrow my clothes since I always borrow yours.”
Rico chuckled, loving your idea, and ruffled your hair, “My little bird is so silly...”
“Do you like my clothing style?” Heath asked with a small smile.
“Oh, you noticed?” You smiled and nodded, “I got these clothes so you can borrow them.”
“Borrow...your clothes?”
“It’s fair, right? I can borrow your clothes, and you can borrow mine!” You beamed, clapping your hands together.
“I love you,” he whispered under his breath.
“What?” You asked not hearing his words properly.
“N-Nothing. Thank you,” Heath smiled softly.
“You..w-what?” Unei asked, not expecting to hear such words.
“From now on, I will be wearing clothes your size so that you can borrow them,” you repeated your words and giggled.
Unei stood quietly in shock, not knowing what to say.
“Unei? You...don’t like the idea?” You asked a bit disappointed.
“NO!” He shouted and covered his mouth, “I m-mean...no, I like the idea...it makes me feel special to know you’re thinking about me.”
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masquerade ch.10
im back (fr this time)
“I always knew you were weird,” Akira muttered when they got onto the skydeck turned landing pad. He and Hisako had just graduated from their respective colleges and now they, Souma, and the Denmark Nakiris were gathered on top of the Copenhagen penthouse for some quality catching up. There was no doubt that the day would end in another round of shokugekis.
“Rude!” Alice pouted as she set down a large blanket and a few red Solo cups in the shade of Ryo’s new helicopter. “I just happened to buy my amazing husband a gift! Besides, he has a license now and having a charter plane is fun.”
“You talk as if your family doesn’t own three private jets,” Akira pointed out, pouring draft beer from a two-liter pitcher.
Alice waved this off with an annoyed flap of her hand. “Hayama, when are you and Hishoko gonna get married?”
“We’re twenty-two,” Hisako pointed out dully. “And don’t call me Hishoko.”
“I’m not, Hishoko. However, as the official matchmaker of the Nakiri Faction, I must insist that you get the hell on with it already.”
“Nakiri Faction?” Akira inquired.
“Yes! You’ve been an honorary member since you assisted my booth at the festival in first year.”
“You mean Jun’s—”
“And you and Hishoko are going to get married in like… two days, so she’s automatically a part of the faction as well now!”
Souma laughed as he took out a few boxes neatly packed with onigiri. “Yo, Arato, did you buy Hayama a helicopter yet?”
Hisako raised an eyebrow. “No,” she smiled with a teasing air. “But he bought us a company.”
The red-haired chef spat out his Lagunitas IPA. “What!?”
“Yeah, I bought Habui,” Akira said casually, as if he were talking about bargain eggs.
“Holy shit! Is that why you were on the front cover of Forbes!?”
“It’s been the only thing on the news for the last week, Yukihira,” he replied drily.
Alice added, “It was definitely a shock at first, though.”
True—it took her a full hour of staring at the magazine to properly process the fact that twirling his Phi Beta Kappa key around his finger and still wearing his graduation gown, the fresh Columbia graduate had dethroned the Sendawara sisters with a phrase that would become legend—“My nose can make better curry than your hands.” How he’d made that much bank as a college student was up to debate, but nobody questioned the fact that he was the new CEO of Habui.
“Tokyo will be our home base,” Hisako said, staring speculatively into her cup. “I’m starting med school at Johns Hopkins in the fall but after Innlausn opens next month Akira will probably be moving back to Japan.”
Souma’s eyes widened. “Wait! I just had an idea. Why don’t you guys stay at my place in Evanston for the startup period?”
“You’re only saying that because you want us to be indebted to you so we don’t run your ass out of Illinois,” Akira scoffed.
“Cruel,” Souma retorted, feigning hurt. “I’m just being nice. Right, Arato?”
“I mean, I’ll take you up on it,” Hisako grinned, and she and Souma exchanged a fist bump. “We owe you one.”
“No, we do not! Don’t say things like that to him!”
Alice smirked at this. “Oh, yeah? You only got your Chicago floorspace because Yukihira’s journalist girlfriend pulled strings with the contractors.” She paused for a second, then whirled on Souma. “By the way, Yukihira. You’re getting pretty serious with Erina again, aren’t you? What a fuckboy. Two girls at once?”
A vein pulsed in Souma’s temple. “Oh, shut the fuck up. I’m single and Erina doesn’t like me like that anymore.”
“Baseless assumption!” Ryo bellowed.
They all laughed at this — the story of the spontaneous kiss after Origin’s opening night had circulated among the friend group and now they were placing bets as to when the former first and second seats of the Elite Ten would finally quit beating around the damn bush. Souma, who had been too embarrassed to call Erina since the debut, had chosen to aggressively not participate.
Within moments, they were all rolling up their sleeves and getting their hair out of the way to crack down on each other in a shokugeki themed “obscenely expensive”. They had just raided Alice and Ryo’s apartment-sized kitchen, making vulgar comments on how Akira had only bought Habui because he was still salty about Sendawara Natsume hitting on him during the Elections and talking general shit like they hadn’t already earned each other’s highest respect, when Hisako’s phone rang.
Everyone leaned over the doctor-restaurateur’s shoulder to see just who the hell would dare interrupt their shokugeki episode.
Incoming FaceTime call from: Nakiri Erina
Before Hisako could even answer the call, Souma dropped his knife and bolted for the door. His flight was cut short by Ryo, who grabbed his collar and yanked him backwards. “The fuck you going?”
“F-finland,” Souma squeaked, his arms and legs in frantic motion.
“Oh no you are not,” Akira snapped, shoving Souma back over to Hisako, who was greeting Erina over FT. “Take responsibility for your dumbassery.”
The blonde chef dropped her phone when Souma entered the frame. “Y-yukihira!?”
“Um… yo…? Nakiri? Sup?”
Erina was already blushing, but she managed to say, “Nothing much. You?”
Hisako passed the phone to Souma with an expression of amusement, who nervously combed his fingers through his hair and started moving around to find better lighting. “I’m uh… not doing anything either. Where you at?”
“I’m in Tokyo,” Erina said. “At dinner with—”
“Yukihira!” Asahi grinned, popping into view.
Erina looked a little disgruntled as the two proceeded to treat each other like the brothers-in-law they were probably going to be (hahah the foreshadowing).
The rest of the Nakiri family greeted Souma and asked him if he knew where the hell Jou had disappeared to this time, and obviously Souma had no clue, but it really did seem like things would work out between the two families after all. Once it was just Erina watching him silently through the screen, Souma gave a slow smile and said, “Good seeing you again, Nakiri. I guess I’ll…”
Erina asked hesitantly, “Are you free later? Maybe around midnight my time?”
Shrugging, Souma answered, “Should be. Why?”
“N-no, it’s nothing. Never mind. Goodbye.”
“I’ll call you,” Souma offered.
Erina’s ears turned red. “If you insist, I will pick up your call.”
“Sounds great.” Souma passed the phone back to Hisako and sat down grinning like a foolish idiot.
Alice had been watching the whole interaction with mild amusement, and now she tapped the kitchen counter for attention, first dibs on the truffle oil long forgotten.
“So, Yukihira. You still think she doesn’t like you?”
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