#fuyumi.

normal about dabi and fuyumi mha. evidently.

proshippers (incest/pedophilia) and adjacent abuse fetishizers dni. i block freely idgaf

filter #spn watch and #spn if you don't want to see all that. #loveislanding too. i like bad shows

please tag talk of needles, injections, blood draws or descriptions of cutting and strangulation for me. #moon don't look and variations are my catch-alls.

send me pictures of the sky and space. and the moon. also evidently

she should move, she thinks. she should be asking the medics where they're taking her father and brother. she should be the responsible one; escorting natsu-chan and mom somewhere safe, as well. instead, fuyumi feels numb everywhere inside. she didn't think it'd be possible: to suffer from threat of frostbites and a burn all at the same time. that, in that very same aftermath, she could barely register it.

still, to shōto, fuyumi musters a small smile. he doesn't want shōto to ever be worried about her. no, least of all, her. ❛⠀it worries me a little that this is what you're up to regularly, shōto. ❜

she really likes praise like she could cum untouched just by words of praise alone it's that much of a need for her

definitely on the submissive side of things she kind of doesn't want to think during sex just be told what to do and do it

fuyumi doesn't want kids so she's very strict with condoms and birth control and it's nonnegotiable

sensory depravation is something she enjoys so blindfolds, cuffs, restraints, ear plugs are welcome

she's very into the whole 'free use' kink where you can fuck her, touch her, etc. whenever you want when she's asleep included

she likes temperature play and her quirk comes in good use for it to tack onto that wax play is also something she enjoys

❛⠀that's probably because it isn't hard, howl-san. ❜ fuyumi says over a light laugh, the term dear rolling down her back like it's any other respectable honorific instead of the endearment it truly is. it isn't something fuyumi intends to ever indulge, but in truth, for as merry a company howl-san is, and how completely open he is to affection ( the opposite of a lifestyle fuyumi knows so intimately ), fuyumi could not help but feel guarded regardless.

howl-san is a charming man, yes, but fuyumi is raised in the shadows. she is raised to be forgotten. and with a quirk that allows you to go anywhere you want without looking back, she couldn't find any reason howl-san would truly stay with her for a long time.

still, fuyumi is cordial and kind, endlessly polite and easy to speak with if you give her enough time. always the dependable daughter, you see. now, the dependable... friend ? are they friend ? or is it teetering on the line towards more, with the way he easily intertwines himself in her routine, and how she'd continuously let him. ❛⠀still, that... that is nice. i couldn't imagine there is any other world beyond this one. you're a remarkable man indeed, howl-san. ❜

@anchoredstowaways​ asked:  ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . /   for fuyumi from shoto!   she always cooks,   he wanted to cook for her for a change

it’s not what she would expect.

then again,  her expectations   -   on a general level  -   aren’t quite   ...   in existence,   in terms of what she had hoped out of her family.  which,  well,   sounds depressing now that she’s putting it that way,   but  -   honest!   fuyumi’s fine where she is in life,   where she is in the position of her family,   bad blood and all.

sure,  there were things she wishes she could’ve  -   altered.   but that’s more to do with how she wishes she could’ve helped any of her siblings better:   tōya with his secret trainings that she’s suspected he ran away to and came back smelling like smokes from,  or natsuo with his questions and rebellion after mother was gone,   and shōto whom  ...   who probably needed a lot of people,   but dad was so strict,   so angry.

no one has been allowed to really talk to shōto,  to really engage with him.

so,  no  -   fuyumi wouldn’t change the hierarchy that’s set:  she knows this is where she’s meant to be,  how she could help her family best.   but if she could’ve seized more power when she was a child,  had just the slightest bit of boldness,   then maybe   ...

—  so,  of course she wouldn’t have expected this.

a whole meal.   just for her.

the tears which have welled up at the edges of her lashes are embarrassing,  but fuyumi knows instantly there isn’t much she could do to stop it.   she could only gasp,  turning her attention from the warm meal  —  thai pineapple fried rice,  her favourite!   —  to her brother in succession.  her lips wobble.

‘   oh shōto,   ’    the hug she gives is long,  an overdue debt.   he deserves the world.   he really does.   fuyumi thinks,  there’s nothing in the world she wouldn’t do for natsuo,  for shōto.  maybe even touya,  had they mend that relationship.   but now  ...   a kiss to her baby brother’s temple,   fuyumi smiles:   ‘    i’m so,  so,  so proud to be your big sister,  you know ?  ’

‘   — oh,  i’m just thinking!  ’

she claps her hand together,  nothing too loud or profound,  and it’s almost like a curse,  fuyumi couldn’t help but overview:   how she refuses to stay too dormant or quiet around her family members.  for so long,  it feels unacceptable :   she must always be doing something,  fixing something,  making something.

but in the light of the war,  it’s  -  not as simple.  and the light of the truth,  whatever life she’d known;  whatever habit she’d created seemed so difficult to keep up with.  still,   she tries when shōtō has found her alone,  looking outside the window.

he’s such a sweet brother,   she thinks,  bravely reaching out as she does natsuo sometimes,  brushing her little brother’s hair.   although natsuo hadn’t liked it that much,  only now accepting it a few times whenever she teased or they joked.   that seemed like a long time ago,  and   -   oh!   she doesn’t even know if shōto would appreciate the gesture.

so fuyumi retracts her hand,  and places it around the mug of tea she’s made for herself.  silly fuyumi with her star-like fantasy of a perfect family.   a wave of shame courses through here in that moment of mistake  —  had she really contributed?   or will she always fall short?  shōto looked so adult sometimes,  so much like a proper hero,   for a second it felt wrong for her to want to coddle him,  to comfort him instead.

but isn’t he still a child,  too?   

hurt and abused and now all he’s left to do is to appear as if he’s got everything together,  but  -  how could he?   how could he,  when the brother they all thought they’ve lost has returned specifically to come after members of their family?   how could he,  when endeavour’s ruined reputation will always overshadow his every step?  how could he,  when he’s lost mentors and friends and mother said he’s their family’s saviour but he’s still a child,  mother,  he’s my little brother—

yet,  it’s shōto who came to comfort her.

has she really failed as a sister,  a daughter?   it felt as if she had.   all she wanted to do was support,  but it seemed as if everyone else just kept growing,  kept leaving  —

‘   here,  let me make you some tea too.   have you taken your medications for your injuries,  shōto?  come,  i’ll crush them for you if you haven’t,  okay ?   makes it easier to swallow.   ’