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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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OH LORD MAMA TAKE THE WHEEL THISNIS MY LAST ONE.

imagine the boys just got back from a mission and when they enter the base, they found sweetheart cooking their country food for them. The taste is giving ✨SEASONED✨, its giving ✨you want me to marry you✨, its giving ✨that type of food that added 10 years to your life span✨, ITS GIVING ✨YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB AND IM PROUD OF YOU✨

NOOOO NEVER STOP THESE I SWEAR YOU'RE JUST FINE 😍😍🫂🫂 these give me life you have no idea miss roro💕

(@missroro ROROOO GURL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭 PLS FORGIVE ME I WAS SHADOWBANNED AND THEN OTHER ASKS KEPT POURING IN🧎‍♀️this is quite long, so hopefully you will take that as a sacrifice for my tardiness 🙏I hope you're doing well! I miss you LOTS 💓)

BUT UGHHH GOD

And the FACT that I already have a scenario that's kinda like this blows my mind 🤯🤯

When Sweetheart wasn't needed for this certain mission, she said "aight bet. I know yall are gonna be so damn tired and hungry so watch this WORK."

(Idk if you wanted Sweetheart to cook her home food, or cook their country meals, so imma do both 💀)

Her home-cooked food:

When Task Force 141 came back to the base they smelt that SEASONING IMMEDIATELY LIKE--

Gaz: Something just happened.

I know he's the FIRST to book it to the living room, and then he sees the PLETHORA

GRITS, SWEET YAMS, MAC AND CHEESE, CHICKEN, HAM, GREENS AND OX TAILS, CORNBREAD-- ALL THE GOOD SHIT YOU CAN THINK OOOFFF

Gaz squeals (LITERALLY SQUEALS) cause he's been wanting to taste her cooking.

(He's always asked about African-American cooking since he grew up with British cooking. Sweetheart told him the goodness and he's been hooked on it ever since)

Everyone else comes in and sees the table and they're just in shock

Like what the hell- how long did it take you to make all this?? I love you???

It felt so domestic, like coming home to a home cooked meal after getting off work and seeing your wife smile at you saying "welcome home, dear!"

Sweetheart is just beaming at them, saying "I know yall have been through hell, so have a lil' piece of heaven!" (She's so CHEESY) the mother in her comes thru, telling them to take showers and get situated first then come eat.

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THEY B O O K E D IT TO THE MENS SHOWERS TO GET CLEAN-- GHOST PUSHED ALEX AND SOAP INTO A WALL SO HE CAN GET THERE FIRST (König and Price were already in there LOL they're witches I swear)

They were done so quickly Sweetheart had to check if some of them were actually clean

Sweetheart: Suds?

Soap, flushed: uhm, yeah?

Sweetheart, eyes squinting: Did you wash yo' ass?

Soap:

Soap: Yes...?

Sweetheart: GO GET CLEANED

Soap: BUT FOOD--

Sweetheart: G O

(Alex and Gaz low key laughing at him and Price is disgusted that Soap sometimes doesn't wash his ass)

They all finally sit down and they just enjoy the warm feeling in their chests while looking at the food. Sweetheart turns on some r&b music (is this a black 80s BET movie? MAYBE) and she walks to the edge of the table, eyes are filled with love and pride for her team. "Aight, I'm gonna keep this short and simple cause I know all yall are hungry and tired," she starts. The team sit on every word she says, as they always do. She smiles. "I'm glad you all made it back safely. Successful mission or not, I will always be proud of all of you. I love yall."

She's too good for them, man. Wtf

They all just fell in love with her more AHA

So she sits down and the chatter and clatter begins. They all moaned so much when they ate the food 💀💀

(They all went into a food coma and had the BEST SLEEP EVER)

(If she made everyone's food from their culture) (I put my whole ass into this wow)

When SAS and Los Vaqueros trudged through the hallway, they heard a clang and a yelping "Ow! Son of a-"

Price and Ghost look at each other before picking up the pace towards the kitchen. "Sweetheart? Are you -" Price freezes when he sees the kitchen filled with different types of food. " - Okay..."

"Oh fuck-- Hey! Yall are back already! That's wonderful." Sweetheart nervously laughs as she wipes her hands on her messy apron. The others start to come in, not expecting the different dishes on the counters. She squeals, "Nah uh! Don't come in here! Go and get cleaned now, all of you!" They stare at her for a bit until sprinting to the Men's Showers. Shouts and loud bangs from falling tact gear are heard, making Sweetheart chuckle and shake her head. Once the men came back to the kitchen, she was gone and so was the food. "In here!" She yelled. Soap made it first to the dining room and let out a big gasp. On the long, make-shift table sat a multitude of different foods and drinks each man recognized from their home country.

"Oh, mo leannan, this looks barry!" Soap exclaims.

"In English, Mactavish." Ghost mumbles, making Soap kiss his teeth. "This looks wonderful, St.! I'm- how did you--" Sweetheart shushes him, Soap still smiling ear to ear. "Don't ask questions! Just come sit down and get your plate."

They all grab a plate and utensils with rushed steps and big smiles.

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

Price, Ghost, and Gaz sat at the end, where they all recognize the things to make Bangers and Mash. Shepherd's Pie and Fish and Chips could be found on all their plates with a side of Barm cakes. Their dishes melt in their mouths, dragon breathing at every bite since it was still hot. Ghost had a feeling in his chest that he felt extremely warm and overwhelming. He didn't think she would make something like this for him. "How're yall enjoying it?" She asks behind Price. "Umberweivable!" Gaz spouted out, a disbelief and amazed look on his face. Sweetheart laughs at him, "Hopefully, that meant unbelievable!" Gaz nods quickly with big food-filled cheeks. "Absolutely amazing, Princess." Price says after taking a swig of homemade Ginger Beer. "Haven't had Shepherd's Pie and Ginger Beer in so long. Good run down memory lane." Price smiles with soft and grateful eyes. Sweetheart snorts out a laugh and taps her cheek. Price raises an eyebrow until the embarrassment creeps in. He grabs his napkin and wipes the food that was stuck to his cheek. "I'm glad you like it, Cap! It was so hard finding an easy recipe for that damn beer." Sweetheart grumbles, looking at the kitchen with furrowed eyes and hand on Price's shoulder. He leans into her touch and sighs. "All in all, thank you." He murmurs, lifting her hand and placing a kiss on it. Sweetheart giggles, ignoring the heat coming from her hand. "You're very welcome!" She moves to Ghost, who has been quietly shoveling food in his mouth. "Hey Ghost! Are you--" Sweetheart stopped when he looked up at her. Eyes big with tears running down his flushed, stuffed cheeks. His eyes tick away from her changed face. "What...?" Simon whispers. She gives him a soft smile as one of her hands wipes off his tears. He didn't even notice the tears falling... "You enjoying the food?" She asks softly. Oh, that tone. That tone she uses only for Simon. He shivers, nodding his head slowly and then laying on her hip. She coos, wrapping her hand around his head while giving him head scratches to calm him down. You're alright, Simon. She's saying through her touch. Enjoy yourself.

Soap was practically vibrating in his chair when he saw a pitcher of Scottish Ale next to a big pot of Cullen Skink and an array of Scotch Pies with small Bacon Butties on the side. He did a double take when he saw a dish filled with Stovies and fried cut potatoes. Just how he ate it when he was younger. He lets out a disbelieved laugh as he reaches for it. "St.!" He calls out to her. She comes over with a worried look. "Wassup Suds? Everything okay?" He looks up at her with glassy eyes and a smile, nudging the Stovies. Sweetheart snickers, "I told you I would make it! I remember you tellin' me that your...màthair? Or-- mudder- damn I forgot how to say it-- but ya mom use to make this for you! So I looked up a recipe and may have added some of my extra spice to it." She explains as she whispers and laughs that last part. He can't believe that she remembers that. He told her that when he met her; telling her all the different Scottish cuisines. "I hope it tastes good..." She mumbles to herself. She cares. Soap grabs his spoon and collects some of the dish. She cares so much. Memories going through his mind when he chews it. She cares too much. "It's delicious." Soap whimpers out. Sweetheart smiles as she bends down to hug him. "I'm glad you like it."

Alejandro exclaims loudly when he takes a bite of his abundantly covered Elote. Rudy chuckles at him, taking another big ladel of Pancita and putting it in his bowl. "Hey guys, are you- WOW," Sweetheart yells. "You guys really ate almost everything! The Tamales and Flautas are gone..." Alejandro hums as he swallows. "So is the Ceviche and the Pipián." They both laugh at Sweetheart's surprised face. "Yall were hungry!!"And we still are, mama!" Alejandro snickers, taking more bites of his corn. "Mi flor, how did you make some of these dishes? And by yourself?" Rudy asks. He's so proud of her. He feels like he's back at home. "Oh, I had some help! Kinda-- some of the rookies helped me make the dishes! But then I kicked them out cause they were getting on my nerves." Sweetheart said, making the men laugh. "I knew you were a good cook. You would make a good wife someday, Sweetheart!" Alejandro shouted out as he smiled. Her shy laugh made him feel warm, but he wants his statement to come true.

König wanted to cry. He hasn't seen such a big pan of Tiroler Gröstl in a while. A basket of Kaiser Rolls is next to some Kasnocken and a pot full of Potato Gulasch. He scratches the brown hood he has on. Sweetheart made it for him so he could wear it when he's on base, since his other one was stinking up the joint. He watches Krueger take a big bite of his food and gulp down his drink that tastes like Almdudler. He's also wearing a hood that Sweetheart made for him; light blue fabric and handmade yellow stars scattered around it. It's scrunched up to his nose, his scarred lips still munching on his roll. He seems to be enjoying himself. König hasn't eaten with Krueger ever since they were kids. The impact on Krueger's actions in the past really changed everything for König and the family. But at least they're bonding in silence. "Hey, you two! Enjoying the food?" Sweetheart asks. Sweetheart. "Yes, meine kleine Göttin. It's very tasty." Krueger compliments her. She giggles, but it's cut short when Krueger grabs her arm and kisses her cheek. "Thank you for this wonderful feast, my love." He whispers in her ear with a smirk. Her mind goes blank for a moment, the heat of the kiss still searing on her brown skin. König grips his fork hard, turning his knuckles white. She sputters and then loudly laughs. "Yeah! No- no problem! I uh, König? How you uh, you enjoying the food?" He looks down at his plate, still quite full of food, yet not feeling like eating any of it anymore. König smiles with his eyes. "I am, Schatz. Thank you."

Horangi was enjoying himself to the fullest. Slurping down some Jajangmyeon with korean fried chicken and Kimchi fried rice with an egg. It reminds him so much of his mother's cooking, and when he didn't receive any Valentine's Day gifts so he would eat the noodles on Black Day. He blows on the noodles, the steam fogging up his black sunglasses. He wishes his past choices didn't bring him to this point. To be reminded of what he had, and now it's gone. He drank some of his soda, causing a big burp outta him. "You seem to be enjoying it, Horangi!" But without all his choices, he wouldn't have met her. He chuckles, covering his heavily scarred smile with his hand. Her warm hand snakes around his, gently pulling it down. She wants to see his smile. Her eyes sparkle at seeing his half-uncovered face. He's so pretty... "You like the noodles? M'sorry if I got the sauce wrong, I think I forgot some ingredients--" Horangi shakes his hand up. "No, no! It's perfect. The black bean sauce is amazing. I almost finished the whole pot." He's extremely impressed by her, but the cold feeling in his spine is wanting him to put the mask back on. Sweetheart squeals and claps, "Oh wonderful! I'm so glad you like it! By the way.." She leans down to hug his frozen form. "I hope to see your smile again. It's very pretty." She says. He is not grateful for his past choices, but he is grateful for her.

Alex and Roach enjoy their food in comfortable, happy silence. Alex hasn't had a decent cheeseburger since his leave. He dips a crinkle cut fry in ketchup, while Roach enjoys a big Maine Crab Roll. He's never tasted one before, but he always has, ever since Sweetheart gave him a postcard with the Roll on it, it's been his dream to taste one. "Yo, Alex! How's the burger?" Sweetheart asks, walking up to the both of them. Alex hums with a smile on his face. "You can't go wrong with a cheeseburger unless it's from a dirty bar." Sweetheart laughs, "Amen to that! And you're you doing, Gare Bear? Ya like the roll?" She asks sweetly. Roach can feel his face heat up from the nickname. He puts it down, finally taking breaths from horking it down non-stop, and putting two thumbs up. Her bright smile made both of them feel warm inside.

Graves sighs. His bones and joints hurt so damn bad. That mission with everyone was successful but it always costed some type of labor pain. He went to his dorm, already clean and changed into casual clothes. He could've sworn he heard laughing on the other side of the base... It didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was to sleep off this pain. He notices a big plate covered in tin foil and a small note plus a coke-a-cola on his door mat. His eyes scan down the hall way with confused brows. Is he being pranked by one of his shadows? He better not be, he doesn't have the patience for it- Oh it's from Sweetheart. Wait- "What?" Graves mumbles, eyeing the messy note. The note reads:

Hey Graves. Congrats on the successful mission

Made you some dinner cause I'm pro proo pri PROU FUCK proud of you. That is the only time I'm gonna say that to you and it's not even in person. Doesn't matter, enjoy the food

Sweetheart ♡ (p.s. you still an asshole and NO I did NOT put laxatives in your food this time)

He huffs out a chuckle with a wobbly smile. So she does care for him. In a-- weird, hateful way. He walks in his dorm with food and drink in hand and opens the tin foil, the smell of barbecue baby back ribs, steamed carrots, buttered rolls and mashed potatoes fill his nostrils. His mouth waters immediately as he sits in his desk chair. He digs in with the utensils that Sweetheart gave him, his mind immediately going to his repeated fantasy about having a family with Sweetheart. Her, serving him a big plate of food with their baby boy on her hip. She kisses Graves's forehead and situates their son in the high chair before she starts to eat as well. A happy smile works on his face, not feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. A happy family. "It's delicious..."

- 𓆩♡𓆪 -

After Dinner Bonus!

"Hey, no one go ANYWHERE! Yall are helping me clean all this shit up!" Sweetheart points out with a frown. Soap laughs, "Of course, hen! Why wouldn't we?"

"You did a lot for us, Princess. We'll take care of everything now. Go and take a load off." Price says close to her. Very close to her. "Nah, I can help!" Sweetheart pushed. "Your shoulder has been bothering you, hasn't it?" Ghost said, making Sweetheart flinch. "Why you gotta call me out like that, man?" Sweetheart whined. He was right, though. She's been rotating her left shoulder from time to time, playing it off every time one of the boys asked about it.

Alejandro laughs, placing his hand on her hip. His thumb doing small circles on her thin clothing. Rudy and Krueger strolled towards Sweetheart. Rudy wore a soft smile, yet his eyes told a different story. A more mischievous story. Alejandro's voice dropped an octave, making a hot jolt spike through Sweetheart's spine. "Come now, mama. I know just what to do to help you relax."

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svaints · 3 months

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I assume half of you think Rollos take on the orange theory would be something with him cutting it and think how "utterly ridiculous" it is. Well, maybe...but non, non. May I change that for you?

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊 | 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁

About a few days you found a theory circulating about an Orange. You thought it had to do something like the meaning of the fruit had some theory, maybe , it didn't make sense at first but after readily about it, you wanted to test it on your boyfriend.

It was once when you were both enjoying the quiet and peaceful time together reading when you stood up to grab a snack, Rollos eye glanced up, "Where to dearest?" He asked, still keeping his eyes locked on you. "Quick snack, would you like something?" He smiled and looked down, "No, thank you love." His words firm and gentle as you left to the kitchen.

Once you came back with the orange, you stood at the doorway of his study, he was still reading. "Rollo, could you help me peel this orange? I don't like the smell of it on my hands.." He looked up from the book and frowned confused, "You don't? You've cut them before though." It was true but you wanted him to go through with it. Otherwise it was a fail. "Please?"

He set his book down on the table and grabbed the orange taking it to the kitchen. It was an odd request to him since you've never asked this before, he's seen you cut and peel your fruits so why now?

Rollo rolled his selves up, taking the red diamond ring off to place it beside the sink, "You washed it right?" He asked raising a brow at your direction. "No, I brought it to you first." He had the water running as he washed your orange, making sure it was thoroughly cleaned with a brush for it too. You watched as his hands turned it over, around, from bottom to top never leaving a spot of it untouched by his pale and long hands.

While washing it delicately yet firmly, his eyes glanced to you then to the orange. "I once got sick for not washing an apple...Im not saying severely sick but I didn't know it was the one that fell on the dirt when I dropped some fruits on the way home because I nearly tripped. I arrived and got hungry after putting them away, so I got the Apple and ate it." He said as he was drying the orange and his hands.

"It didn't taste funny to you at all? No unusual taste or texture?" You raised a brow smiling doubting he was that oblivious to a bit of dirt in his mouth.

"Well...I guess I was that hungry that I didn't notice..." He explained a bit embarrassed but sighed, "Don't tease me about this later on in the future." He laughed under his breath, shaking the annoyed feeling at the thought of it. "I won't, I won't." You giggled watching him peel the orange, throwing the skin away into the bin beside him under the counter.

"Do you want me to separate the slices too?" He asked midway finished. "Uhh, yes please." You smiled at his offer while continuing to talk about whatever came into mind.

At the end of the day, you were for certain he passed the test even if he seemed to insist you could do it.

Note: Don't wash fruits with soap...

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2000sangel · 2 months

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rafe cameron imagine

imagine rafe calling you a bitch cause he's mad or some shit and he notices that it turns you on!! (first time writing smut plz give me feedback)

"you know... sometimes you can be a real bitch."

god, that shouldn't turn you on as much as it does. you start to squeeze your legs together hoping he doesn't notice.

he sure as hell does.

he looked down at your legs and then looked back up at you with hungry eyes.

"damn, that turn you on? me calling you a bitch? god you are pathetic." he says as his hands start to make their way up your thighs. you could tell that all that anger had disappeared.

"well cmon bitch don't keep me waiting then!" he says while you start to open your legs. he slowly takes your pajama shorts off. "oh poor honey... youre already dripping." he remarks. he plays with your pussy through your panties til you are begging for more.

"rafe please! this is already embarrassing." you said while looking down. he slowly picked your head up with his hand. "why is this embarrassing baby? you cant help what your body likes, its ok." he says calmly. "do you want to keep going?" he asks. you nod.

he takes your panties off and throws them behind him, probably lost now in the pile of panties he has of yours.

he slowly runs his two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and then putting those fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste.

"god I could just eat you up for days baby! im gonna make you my little bitch k? that alright with you?" he says in a sarcastic tone. it didn't even matter if you said no. rafe always has and will get what he desires.

"yes! that's more than ok!" you say, almost coming out in whimper. you moan loudly when he finally puts his finger on your clit and starts to rub at it.

"oh rafe... please do more!" you beg as he continues to rub at your clit.

rafe smirks and suddenly pushes in a finger in your tiny hole. "oh fuck!" you moan. as he starts to pump his finger in and out, you're in heaven. you had been fingered and ate up by rafe but this time, it was different. it was more... rough.

"damn bitch, you can barely take one finger, how are you gonna take my dick?" he says.

"oh god..." you whimper, not fully processing what he said. he gave your cheek a little smack. "huh baby? how are you gonna take my cock? tell me." he orders.

"i'll take it! ughh..! i-ill ride you, I don't know, I want it so bad!" you say. he adds another finger. now sure, rafe had plenty of girls tell him that they wanted his dick but coming from you... his angel? it meant more than the world.

he started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace.

"oh! ughhh... please please!! I-i think I'm gonna..." you say while starting to feel a hot sensation in your lower stomach, you even tried to close your legs. the pleasure was too much!

"oh I know baby... just let it out. cmon I know you can." you finally let go. you couldn't stop from moaning, it was all too much. he fingered you til you rode out your high and slowly took his fingers out your pussy. he licked his fingers clean.

"maybe I should call you a bitch more often." he adds

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe obx #smut #rafe x you

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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AHHH YOUR HC’S WERE BEAUTIFUL JUST AS USUALL 🥹🥹🥹 little question thoughh— would yan bff rin ever let y/n cuddle with him?! I know if he did hed be rlly shy about it and be tense but i cant help thinking that maybe he would like hugging us and cuddling with y/n 😭😭 OR MAYBE IM JUST BEING DELUSIONAL GNN ☹️☹️☹️

Recommended Readings: Yan BFF Rindo HCs; In Juvie HCs; Out of Juvie HCs

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ahh thank you anon, and happy lunar new year! i’ve been super busy with all the spring cleaning and i’m working on the next chapters of Going Home AND A Friend in Me! :’)

Very good question! HMMMMM I would say yandere BFF Rindo would love nothing more than to hug and cuddle with you, especially if its in a public enough location like right outside your school, or even at your desk - it’s a foolproof way to show everyone else whose protection you were under, and of course who you picked as your bestfriend. But at the same time, no matter how much this baby boy just wants to cuddle and bathe in your attention, he is also so conscious over his image and the ever-present comparison between him and his older brother to the point that he will never initiate. Even if he is dying to feel your arms around him, Rindo will absolutely ridicule you if you bring up that you want a hug, teasing you about being so needy and that you were such a baby, and then pretending to give you a hug before pulling away and making you whine. Rest assured he will not let you go after that without his mandatory minimum of fifteen minutes of cuddling, though he will keep making sure to mention how it was your idea and how he was being so extra nice by giving in and how was he going to be paid for his niceness. 100% drags off and beats up anyone who stares even a second too long because no one gets to judge him and his bestie.

If you simply never mention cuddling or hugging though and Rindo is getting desperate and you still haven't noticed his pouting and slumping (because what is life for this baby boy if he isn’t getting his cuddles goddammit), Rindo’s solution would be to simply get between whatever you were trying to do, wrap his arms around you, pick you up and walk off. Doesn’t care in the slightest if you were in the middle of a test, your best friend should be your top priority at all times, like you were his. See, he’s not hugging or cuddling you, he’s just carrying you off to who-knows-where. Starts internally panicking when you start innocently questioning him where you two were going because of course he doesn’t have an answer for you, Rindo just wants his cuddles without looking like an absolute simp. So you two always end up at a cafe or sorts with him stammering out an excuse along the lines of “being hungry” but “unable to finish the food by himself”. Anyway it didn’t matter that his excuse made zero sense since you always ate it up like soft serve ice cream, and you were more than happy to allow him to “carry” you all the way to your destination.

Ran always finds it hilarious that Rindo is so shy around you without you even realising it, especially when it comes to cuddling in bed. You’re a cuddly snooze much to Rindo’s delight (and horror), and when you do come over to the Haitani’s for a sleepover and Rindo “can’t find a spare bed” for you, making sure to slap his older brother’s mouth shut before he offers to sleep on the couch with an amused smirk plastered all over his face, you are happy to share a space with your bestfriend. And you can never keep still in your sleep no matter how far Rindo starts off, shifting and tossing and turning until you finally have something to latch on to like a koala. The younger Haitani (while awake) would be stiff as a board, completely tense as you cling to him and try to huddle closer to your source of warmth, even though this entire thing of his idea - would deny, deny, deny even without Ran saying a thing, would tell him to fuck off with a completely red face. And then Ran would wake up to find Rindo fast asleep and his head on your chest, cuddling you back. Takes a picture because its cute but more importantly for blackmail, and would constantly hold it over Rindo’s head how cute the picture looks. Might even print it out, but Rindo would have enough and eat all of Ran’s leftover pastries, drawing a line of how much he would take his older brother’s antiques.

You, of course, would have no idea any of this is going on.

And needless to say, Rindo would absolutely forbid you from hugging anyone besides him, let alone cuddle. Your hugs and cuddles were only for him to enjoy, since you were his bestfriend, so you weren't allowed to hug, cuddle or even glomp anyone, against your natural instinct to do so. You just really liked expressing yourself with a hug, and Rindo likes that, but not with some random stranger - who knows what they will do to you? Carry you off? When he's around, this boy would actively step in between you and your potential glomping target, catching you in your hug and while gently placing a very confused you back on your two feet, send a very stink eye at whoever it was you were trying to give a hug to. If that didn't send them scuttling, then of course they would meet his fists and feet and brick out of your sight. And when he isn't free to accompany you absolutely everywhere to make sure you weren't hugging trash, Rindo would make sure to thoroughly interrogate you over every action you took during that period of time, pinching you when you lose focus and try to switch the topic to something else. He had fingers to break and arms to dislodge after all.

Of course none of this would work the moment Izana and Kakucho were introduced to your lives, and Rindo had to watch in agony and pain as you land your glomps on the Tenjiku leader - he had tried to step in before between you and Izana, but all he could got was a swept leg to his side, which sent him crashing into a table and then a wall. It wasn't fun, but at least that drew your attention away from the tanned boy and back to him. Kakucho is a gentleman about it, catching you by your waist and telling you glomping others without warning is a dangerous and very childish thing to do, though all you do is blink back in confusion; Rindo reluctantly accepts the black-haired boy as an ally, despite the very red face the other sports. He'll have to step up his training of you even more thoroughly to stop this very bad habit of yours when it comes to anyone other than him. But Rindo definitely admits it'll be hard as he bemoans it to Ran who is actively stifling his laugh: Izana is countering him and encouraging you to send more hugs his way, and you were reasons for beyond him listening to that stupid white-haired boss of his.

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a-dirty-secret · 6 months

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Johnny's Girl - Part 13

Smut, but also, fluff! I enjoyed this chapter.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

For the next two weeks you didn't see Johnny at all. You were instead being taken care of by Sissy, which didn't turn out to be so bad. She'd ramble on about various things while you ate your dinner or cleaned the mark Johnny had made. You just smiled and nodded along, thankful for the company, most of the time.

"You're just lovely." Sissy said, smiling at you as you ate. "I can see why Johnny likes you, sweet thing."

"Likes me? I think you've got the wrong Johnny..."

"Oh no, he likes you honey. A lot, I'd reckon, or you'd already be supper! You oughta see how red he gets when we tease him. He says it's just 'cause he's angry, but I know he's blushin'!" She said, giggling.

You stop eating and stare at her in horror. "Supper? You're kidding... Right? You don't actually... Eat people?"

"Oh, Johnny hasn't told you that yet?"

Sissy left when you started throwing up. You hadn't been thankful for her company that night.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, revealing Sissy. You sigh in disappointment, you hated to admit it, but you missed Johnny. You weren't sure why he wasn't coming to see you, but you assumed it was as punishment.

"Hey there sugar, I got some dinner for ya'." She says, handing you a bowl of stew and some water.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

"It's beef." She says with a giggle. "Now eat up, Johnny won't be happy if I let you starve to death."

"Do you... Know why he hasn't come to see me? It's been awhile." You say, eating your food.

"Johnny ain't exactly one to share his feelins', honey. Don't worry, he'll come around. He needs to stop bein' so gosh darn stubborn. I keep tellin' him it'd be nice to have another woman helpin' around the house when Nancy ain't here, but he just says his momma wouldn't have it and shuts me down. I tell 'im she ain't here most the time anyways, but he don't listen." She sighs, looking at you sympathetically.

"Can you tell me about him?" You should stop while you're ahead, but he was all you could think about.

"Well ain't you just a smitten kitten! Let me think.... Ah! Speakin' of kittens, Johnny's real sweet to the stray cats that come around. One of 'em got caught in a trap and he tore Nubbins a new one, tellin' him he needs to pay more attention to where he puts 'um." She says, laughing.

"That's adorable." You say, smiling to yourself. "I bet he acts like he doesn't like them, doesn't he?"

Sissy laughs, "Uh huh, he sure does. He ain't foolin' nobody though." She sighs and grabs your now empty dishes. "Alright sugar, I'll be back to check on you later." She says, leaving you to your thoughts.

*** Johnny sat at the dining room table staring at his food, trying to keep you off of his mind. Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He hadn't been able to get the words out of his head. He replayed them on purpose when he got the urge to go see you, which was often.

He didn't know at what point he fooled himself into believing you could care for him, but it was past time for him to come back to reality. He had to distance himself from you so that when the time came it would be easier to kill you. He could just have somebody in the family do it, but he couldn't bear the thought of not being the last person to touch you. The last person to see life in your eyes...

Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He repeated the words again, willing himself to hate you. God, how he wished he could just hate you. He was so pathetic.

He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears the phone ring. "Go get the phone, boy. I'm bettin' it's your mama wantin' to have a word with you." Drayton said, a sly grin on his face.

Johnny scowled, getting up to answer the phone. "Hello."

"My dear Johnny, it's good to hear your voice. How is everything at the house?"

Johnny caught the slight edge in his mama's voice as he responded, "Everything is fine here mama."

"Is that so? Drayton told me you've had some girl hangin' around the house for over a month?" She said, making no attempt to hide her displeasure.

"I'm just... Having a little fun. She'll be gone soon, it's nothin' serious."

"Now don't you give me any damn excuses, Johnny. Playin' with your food is one thing, but your little snack is past her expiration date. She already tried to escape once. When I get back, she better be gone. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am."

*** The door opens and you watch as Johnny walks in. You couldn't help but be happy to see him, but your happiness is short lived. In the blink of an eye he's in front of you, holding his knife to your throat. "Johnny.."

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, and you can hear the nerves in his voice.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask fervently.

"We both knew this had to happen eventually." His voice is thick with emotion that he's unable to hide. He stares at you and tries to picture you as somebody else, anybody else, cursing under his breath when his hand starts to shake.

Your eyes fill with tears as you stare into the dark eyes of the man holding your life in his hands. The man that turned your life upside down and caused you so much pain and suffering had somehow earned a spot in your heart. "Johnny I..." You pause, unsure of what to say. "I missed you".

"Don't pretend you care about me now, it's not gonna help." He says, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions under control.

"I do care about you!" You say, and he presses the knife deeper.

"Don't fucking lie to me! Somebody would have to be insane to love somebody like me, remember?" He shouts, his eyes filling with tears.

"Then I must be insane, because I love you, Johnny!" In that moment you knew it was true, you loved him, and it no longer felt wrong.

"Goddamn it!" He yells, dropping his knife to the ground and bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and hard, letting the tears stream down his face, unable to hold them back any longer.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "You don't mean that. You can't." His words are shaky and he squeezes his eyes closed, embarrassed you're seeing him this way. "I'm never gonna change."

"I don't want you to change. I want to love the darkest parts of you." You say, wiping his tears and returning your lips to his. What starts off as a gentle kiss soon becomes rough and desperate. Your tongues collide as you press your bodies together as tightly as you can manage, desperate to be closer to one another.

Your hands fumble with his belt as he swiftly removes your clothes, and in no time at all he's lifting you up, positioning himself at your entrance. You remove his shirt and he slides into your wet pussy slowly, sliding a hand between your bodies and groping your chest. His other hand finds the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he slowly pumps into you.

"I'm sorry. For everything." He says, breathless from the kiss.

"Oh, Johnny. I forgive you."

His lips meet yours again and he picks up his pace, fucking you passionately. You love the way he stretches you out, reaching all the right places. Your moans mingle together as you both get closer to your climax.

"Cum inside of me, Johnny!" You yell as your pussy squeezes around his cock. He obliges, groaning as he fills you up.

He leaves gentle kisses on your lips and up your jawline, then nibbles gently on your ear. "I love you too." He whispers, burying his face in your neck, no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x you #tcsm #texas chainsaw game #johnny slaughter smut #tcm game

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drainxx · 5 months

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Dec 12th 2023

They trained me to feel ashamed about leaving food on my plate. They never see my st4rv¡ng they never notice the frequent days I go without food. I eat around them and all I get are these comments over and over making me feel like sh¡t that leads to binging. All they see are the binges and the downfalls and the eating for them while in pain.

“Wow… nice job” (referring to my empty plate)

“[my name] can really put down food damn”

“Wow slow down there are you going to eat the plate too?”

“Hey Mrs carbs more toast I see, not surprised”

“Look who’s eating more bread *thats sooo unusual for you* haha” (sarcastically)

“Looks like [my name] sure belongs in the clean plate club”

“I can’t believe you ate all of that, you must’ve been really hungry”

“Your still eating??”

“Of course your snacking this late, your always hungry”

“That’s a lot of food? Your not gonna cut that up more?”

“How many loafs of bread do you eat a day?”

(Enters the kitchen) “yes [my name] we have more chocolate- oh wait no you ate it all didn’t you?”

“You’ve got a bread addiction. Look at you”

“Wow… no crumbs left behind for [my name]”

“Looks like [my name] isn’t going to have any leftovers in sight that’s for sure”

“Are you seriously eating this late”

“My god do you ever stop?” (I’m in the kitchen opening a cabinet)

Im sick and tired of these comments. Every time I’m not fasting for days, every time I eat it’s for them, in front of them, it’s a binge of shame from their comments and they are around. Thus proving them right. I’m sick and tired of the comments and the joking and the identity that’s been created around food for me. I’m tired of playing this game. I’m so tired.

I’m done eating for my own self indulgence. Ill eat when I must for others, and I decline whenever possible. I’ll order the lowest calorie thing on the menu that seems like something I’d get, and I won’t finish it ever again from now on. I won’t finish anything anymore. Even if it’s only a bite left. Even if I haven’t eaten in three days. What’s left on my plate will get bigger and bigger until I start to get comments about how small I’ve become.

Im done talking for my own enjoyment, no one cares, no one wants to hear it. Im done eating for my own enjoyment, these comments will never end, and Im starting to not enjoy food anymore because of it. So I’m done.

Eat less. Talk less.

Weigh less. Care less.

Less less less.

I’ll do less until I’m enough.

I’ve just realized that no one cares for me until there’s less of me.

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boxwinebaddie · 8 months

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nina!!!! what are stan and kyles fav foods

OOOOOOOOH!!!!! BESTIE!!!!! okay, i do not have a ~concrete answer~ what i do have, however, is vibes!

stan...is a garbage disposal. pep canon stan will eat anything. like vodka in a puddle on the sidewalk....for five dollars...stan will lick that shit clean...ONCE ATE A DECORATE SOAP...i'm embarrassed. like my canon was that the only thing he doesn't really fuck that heavy with is overly sugary sweet things...but that's what kyle is for baby!!!!!

stan is a taco bell king...stan + taco bell but like mostly because he can have a drink that has 32740937409324 cubes of ice in it and ten diablo sauces on his black bean crunch wrap supreme. my man likes his drinks cold and his food and his men Red Hot...i said what i said.

( also sobo mimi used to make him little inari sushis w a little cucumber and a lot of wasabi in them and it was his favorite snack and with her gone its really hard for him to eat them to this day...ALSO COLLEGE STYLE BUT STAN TOTALLY MAKES KYLE BENTO BOXES WHEN HE GOES TO HIS LECTURES YES THEY ARE CUTE AND EVERYTHING IS IN SHAPES HELP pep!stan is so crunchy bbg sbf house husband stan and i luv him)

like he likes his food not just a little spicy but like...concerningly spicy like i had an hc that he used to like drink sriracha out of the bottle an got a fucking stomach ulcer its THAT serious. in my brain its like a really spicy chickpea indian curry or like pad thai with like 274309243092740924 birds eye chilis in it like its SCARY!!!!! it has to be accompanied with a mango lassi or Ky Tea...it has to be ice mofucking cold.

( also if they put stan on Hot Ones he would decimate like honestly raven!stan was definitely on Hot Ones and fucked it up )

i had a stan hc that in sp they opened a ramen restaurant called miso hungry and there was a spicy ramen challenge and if you win you and your friends get a lifetime of free ramen and kenny grabbed him by the shoulders kissed him on forehead and was like baby boy....u know what u have to do....and rocky trained him to beat the Big Scary Ramen and it was an Event it was the olympics, everyone was screaming and crying, and it was close but he did it....HEROIC ( also he came back in college and is on the sake bomb hall of fame ) kyle was half horrified half like why is this kind of sexc to me...also stan gave him the gigantic ramen plushie he got for winning...style world domination

my answer: idk but its probably spicy and not white amen

SPEAKING OF SPICY AND WHITE THO HI KYLE!!!! sdkhlksahdakd who cannot have spicy food im in pain...i also have nothing to go off of but kyle just....hes spicy enough ok. he has a sweet tooth. he has a chili flake and throws up its so...listen also so many textures bother him

for kyle like if is supposed to be soft it has to be soft if its supposed to be crunchy it has to be crunchy it cannot be in between it will literally repulse him if its in the middle like stan has to eat any french fry that is not specifically crunchy enough and stan gives kyle all his really crunchy french fries bc they are in love

( ALSO!!!! STAN ALWAYS GIVES KYLE THE MARACHINO CHERRY IN HIS MILKSHAKE ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS THEY ARE IN LOOOOOVE YOUR HONOR!!!!! even before they’re dating i swear just to be an ahole for shits and giggles sometimes stan pretends like he’s not gonna give it to kyle and is like Sigh ok who wants my maraschino cherry? and marj kenny and Cartman are all trying to hunger games!!! for it ready to KILL each other and kyle doesn’t want to ask and stan is like just kidding Idiots here u go kyle <3 yes it did make kyle twirl his hair and kick his feet istg they’ve been dating their whole lives and just called it being super best friends bc the super implies they are dating smh )

also i feel like stan likes an oreo milkshake and kyle probbaly plays it safe and likes strawberry or vanilla ONE TIME HE GOT A NEOPOLITIAN SHAKE AND STAN WAS LIKE ARE YOU SURE ARE U SURE UR TASTEBUDS CAN HANDLE THAT KYLE!!!!!!! and kyle was like bitch shut the fuck up!!!

the answer is no they couldnt and stan drank it it was overstimulating i am crying kyle was like what the fuck i can’t tell where the chocolate ends and the strawberry begins this is so horrible and stan was just like…aw there there its ok there is a lot going on ilyshsjskks )

kyle favorite food uhhhhhh...like savory wise...as a boy he is giving me so much girl dinner like Butter Pasta With Some Parm and Salt energy....WHICH IS A GOOD ANSWER ITS DELICIOUS ( i do also think he could rock on like a spaghetti and meatballs/pasta Bolognese/chicken alfredo moment i think kyle likes pasta )

aw i had an hc that kyle just like does not eat when hes in hw mode and has no appetite and it freaks stan out and hes like bro ill pick u up something do u want anything and hes like no sorry studying gtg so sometimes stan makes him like....the butter toast sugar cinnamon special and leaves it on his desk bc it is crunchy and sweet and easy for him to eat awww ( stan also leaves him post it notes w cute lame cheesy messages on them and kyle decorates his desk with them and looks at them when he needs study motivation :’> )

his favorite drink is a fresca obvi ( also the arcade that stan and kyle love has a large selection of sodas its a soda bar and every week they get a new international soda shipment and it makes kyle soooo excited hsfkdf stan b taking kyle to get a weird soda and some chicken strips often theyre in love )

i feel like he fucks with so many desserts like he feels very gigantic banana split coded to me or like the biggest brownie ala mode u have ever seen baby!!!! other than that chocolate babka night is canonically kyles fav night of the year and i feel like he could also rock on a kugel moment like specifically a sheila comfort food ( she is crazy but he loves her so bad )

THANK U FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

#i have no idea what this is i got so excited tho #anyways stans favorite food is anything spicy probably curry or pad thai or something like he DRINKS sriracha #the baja blast with double ice is still his favorite drink tho spiked with vodka specifically rip #kyle likes pasta i do really think its a comfort food butter pasta salt parm moment but it could be any pasta #fresca ofc but dessert wise i think its a big ass banana split or whatever giant applebees diner dessert u can get is #or its chocolate babka which is real #idk i feel like kyle just openly likes diner food bc its easy and consistent and as time goes on repairs his relationship w food #starts making tiktok recipes #also canon kyle fav icecream is cherry garcia and stans is mint chip #amen #style world domination #i could go on and on and on

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I just woke up from a dragon related dream (not dragon and mate but maybe same universe?) and I need to hear your thoughts. I am also very hungry so if it sounds like a mad man ramble it’s probably because of that

Anyways so dragons have a spell (ritual???) that can turn humans into dragons(they also have magic) so one day this powerful elderly dragon (I saw him as a white dragon in my dreams) adopted the little girl that fell into his den and dragon taught this little girl everything he knows. Hunting, magic, and even stories from his lifetime, he passes it down to her.

So one day the dragon confesses something, a secret he had been keeping. He feels it is his time to pass on, and he had been secretly turning the girl into a dragon by dropping a few drops of his blood into her bathing water, but he says that this method is too slow, and it’s time to hasten things up.

And so dragon and the girl, now adult, meet face to face in battle for the last time, it was fierce, the dragon didn’t go easy but in the end the girl won. However she hesitated on completing the ritual, and dragon gently encourages her, telling her that he’s so proud of the person she’s become, and there’s nothing more he can teach her and that he believes in her and what she’ll do in the future. With a cry she slices his head off in one clean stroke, she didn’t dig for his heart yet. Merely sat there and cried, mourned the loss of her father. Once she collected herself, she dug out his heart and ate it. Thus completing the ritual, and she’ll become a dragon in a few weeks. But first there’s a funeral to be had, and a too big den to clean

Can you hear it. Can you hear the sound of my heart shattering

This is probably going to be on my mind forever now. This is the coolest concept abt dragons I have ever heard. I love the concept of dragon blood being able to turn humans

I cannot believe this would come with the most heartbreaking story though. Im staring at my phone going through it. I hope you’re happy

#it’s ivy!!#I LITERALLY HAD TO LIKE PUT MY HAND TO MY MOUTH BC OH MY GOD?#THATS SO SAD??????????

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teshief · 10 months

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red is a primary color

a hellsinger fic i wrote a couple days ago that im way too shy to share so i might delete later

cw for mentions of a car crash, it doesnt go into detail but Its There

“Could be a lot sooner than never, too.”

Paz took a small sip of his drink, his conversation partner long checked-out of their one-sided talk. Didn’t matter to him- Paz just liked telling his stories, whether or not people listened. Some people said he talked too much. Fair enough.

If they stayed silent for millenia, they’d probably be happy to talk again, too.

The doors behind him opened, and everything stood still for a moment. The music in the bar quieted to almost nothing in his ears.

Feels like a storm comin’.

That was the funny thing about powers in this now-human body. If he was human, devil, or angel, he didn’t know. What he did know was that his powers never fully went away. Dulled, sure, but there was still something in there.

He quickly found out that he could definitely still hear her song.

Turning slowly in his chair, he saw a silhouette standing in the wet doorway, somehow dark enough to cut through the foggy cigarette-smoke air.

They both knew.

No, it wasn’t the scarf she used as a makeshift cowl to hide her face, or the torn loincloth attached to… was that a dress shirt?

And no, it wasn’t his goofy leather jacket with his own skull printed onto it, or the abundance of Hell-themed graffiti- and, of course, his signature- pointing down the trashy alley she trudged through.

They just knew.

He gave her a wink.

The Unknown stepped into the bar, being illuminated by the low red lights hanging on the shelves. Her hair was cut short, shaved on one side. One of the scars she’d gotten in Hell, a particularly deep one on her forehead, seemed to carry over into her human self. Paz could see hints of other scars beneath her face covering. It’d been ages since he’d seen her face, he could hardly remember what was under there.

He hadn’t even realized how deep in thought he was until she took another step closer, and suddenly she was there. There. Right there, in front of him again, but so different. The same, but different.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Drink?”

She didn’t sit. Others might’ve been intimidated by her glare, but Paz just smiled up at her and poured her a shot of whatever black-label stuff he had. Others called it top-shelf. He thought it was… okay.

It was Unknown’s turn to be deep in thought. She absent-mindedly placed her hand on his shoulder- a surprisingly beefy shoulder- and stared at him while he poured. Of course he looked like this. Like a damn uncle. Like… a guy. She didn’t really know what she expected.

Well, yes she did. What she expected was something akin to his other form- his real form? First form? Something or other, she expected something like that. Not that she could remember it too well, since they had only met when-

She shivered. Paz looked back up and slid the shot glass towards her.

She took the little thing and, in a swift movement, pulled down her scarf and slammed it. Nobody could even get a glimpse of her face before it was already covered again.

She set the glass back down- a little harder than she meant to- on the table and looked into Paz’s eyes.

Let’s get out of here.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

Tip your bartender, clean up after yourself, et cetera.

He nodded to the few barely-conscious at his table.

“Y’all stay safe now.”

The alley also stank. Trash littered the street- a street too thin for any cars, mind you- and the rain made the dumpster air sting their noses like hellfi-

Well.

They were silent for a minute. Unknown didn’t even know where they were headed to, she just stepped wherever he did.

“I’ve got a place nearby, so it’s not too far a walk,” Paz said. “You ate? We can stop somewhere and get food, if you’re hungry.”

Damn, she hadn’t eaten in… She looked at her hands. Chronology. Some amount of time. She was hungry, is all she really knew. How long had they been in the prime? She figured she’d be used to time again, but after so long…

Paz’s face lit up, and he smiled at the Unknown. He turned towards her. She was tall, almost eye-to-eye with him.

“Oh! I learned a little somethin’ for ya-” He lifted his hands to his torso, and signed.

Sign language.

She looked up at him. A crossroads. She cleared her throat.

“I have- enough… of my voice. To whisper.”

Her voice was quiet and scratchy. Paz shook his head.

“Please don’t strain yourself. I learned so you could talk to me.”

Secretly, he wanted to hear that voice forever. But, it was strained, and he knew it probably didn’t feel great to use it. She looked down at the ground.

Okay, she signed.

“But-” he said. His tone was playful.

She sighed.

“I know it relies on facial expressions, sometimes. So at some point, you’re gonna have to show me that mean mug o’ yours.”

Yeah, she knew this was coming.

She turned towards him and pulled her scarf down quickly, revealing her face. Of course he expected some scars. Hell was a rough time. Most of her nose was missing, and the left side of her mouth had a bit of missing skin as well. The street lights hit her eyes when she looked up- they were a pretty bright green. He chuckled. Too many Styx crystals, huh?

“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said quietly. He lifted his hand to her cheek, then paused. “Can I?”

She nodded.

He cupped her face in his hand, brushing his thumb across her cheek. Her eyes fell shut.

Safety. She hadn’t felt that in…

Chronology.

Some amount of time.

Paz cleared his throat. “So, we’ll head home, and I can order you somethin’. Plenty of places are still open this late, it’s only…” He checked his watch. “Eleven? Not too bad.”

Unknown was impressed. For someone who spent his whole life in Heaven, he seemed to adapt to human life pretty quickly. It made her wonder what Heaven was like. Did they have little corner store delis up there, too?

Paz let the Unknown in first. He turned the lights on behind her, and tossed his apartment key in the tray.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he said. Unknown wasted no time in flopping her entire weight face-first on the futon. She lay there for a second, just taking in the comfort of… well, being comfortable. Paz chuckled. She turned over on her back.

“I’m gonna go order somethin’.” He left the room, and Unknown heard a landline unhook somewhere. She wondered what year it was. When she first died- she shivered- she remembered having a smartphone of some kind. It wasn’t something new and fancy, but it worked, and she liked it. She remembered it having a nice case.

She remembered a lot, really.

Paz came back a minute later. “Food’ll be here soon,” he said, sitting on the armchair next to the futon. He was still holding the phone, a bulky looking thing, and waved it around as he spoke.

“Y’know, a lot of times, when you order somethin’ at a place, they ask for a name,” Paz started. Unknown looked over at him, still lying comfortably on her back, arms crossed over her belly.

“But… I don’t think I ever got yours.”

She lifted her arms, beginning to sign each letter slowly. He read intently.

A fitting name.

“Huh. How ‘bout I call you C, for short?”

She nodded. He could see her eyes crinkle up, like she was smiling under that scarf.

Unknown was drying her hair with a soft towel. She tried to wring out the droplets still hiding in there, but her hair was thick, and she was struggling with it. Muscle memory was dedicated to handling Terminus now, not… hair.

“So, here’s the bathroom- plenty of hot water, if you wanna take a long shower- and here’s a closet full of whatever you might need.”

They were down a short hallway, barely ten feet from the living-room-dining-room hybrid that made the apartment's entryway.

“And I, uh, got a change of clothes for you. They might be a little too big, I’m not sure.”

He went into the dark bedroom and opened a drawer, pulling out some clothes resting on top.

“Figured you might need ‘em whenever we met back up.”

Well, that was nice of him. Paz had thought ahead enough to get her plenty of supplies- toothbrush, change of clothes, towels, whatever she needed, really. A part of her felt guilty that she didn’t have anything to give back.

Looking at herself in the steamed-up mirror, she tried to remember.

When she first died… she didn’t remember what came after that. Hell, of course, but not how she got there, or anything before her Judgment.

No. She wanted to remember before all that.

She squeezed a gob of toothpaste on the brush and started working at her teeth.

She was driving.

On her way to a gig, some place late at night. Her car was full of random garbage for the sound guys- amps, monitors, mics, tons of loose wires. Of course, the greedy bastards at the club didn’t provide her with a van, so she had to stuff it all in her back seat and pray.

And pray.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Some idiot speeding runs a red light- ugh, it's always red- and T-bones her.

Before she even realizes what’s going on, she thinks about the equipment rattling behind her.

Aw, man, they’re gonna kill me for that.

Not before this jackass did.

That’s when she woke up, somewhere in what she assumed was the Temple of Law. Some place surrounded by lava. The air was red, the ground was red, Judge was wearing red.

She really hated red.

But red is a primary color, so she figured she’d better get used to seeing it often.

She shook her head, freeing herself from her trance, with gross toothpaste-spit running down her mouth. Ew. She spit it out into the sink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Of course, not having brushed her teeth in eons, her gums bled a bright red.

She laughed.

“You done in there?” Paz asked when the door opened. The steam poured out into the chill hallway, making everything a little heavier. They met eyes, and Unknown nodded, still digging some stray water droplets out of her ears. She looked comfortable, even without her face being covered. Paz smiled.

“Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower. I won’t be too long. There’s a TV in the living room, feel free to use it. My bed’s over there, if you wanna sleep,” he said, gesturing towards the bedroom with a smile on his face. Unknown nodded again. She was tired.

Paz closed the bathroom door behind him.

When he came out, not more than ten minutes later, he heard a snore. He turned his head to the dark room beside him. It looked like the Unknown made herself comfortable and passed out. He chuckled quietly and closed the door.

He headed to the living room, unfolding the futon and hopping on. He turned the TV on, low volume as always. He never really watched it, he just liked the noise. His arm dug up under his pillow, and he turned to the side. No way he was sleeping on his back, he hated the feeling more than anything. It reminded him too much of Voke.

He smiled. Voke didn’t matter now, really. He was just excited for tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day…

“Ol’ Paz has been kinda quiet today. What’s the matter, chief?”

The bartender here was always nice. An awkward fella, with an eccentric style- facial piercings, bright pink hair, and a squeaky little voice. But nice nonetheless.

Paz swirled the nearly-empty glass in his hand. The ice cubes clinked together. The bar was empty, save for himself and the bartender.

“Just, uh…”

Paz was always honest. Well, most of the time, anyway.

“Missing someone.”

“Aw, Paz, there’s plenty of fish in the sea,” the bartender replied. Paz lifted a brow.

“Er, wrong dialogue option.”

“Oop, sorry. I hear about a lotta breakups.” He laughed. “What’s got you down, then?”

“Just missin’ a friend. She’s been gone for a while.”

“Gone?”

“Missing. No family or friends either, really, ‘cept for me.”

“Ah, God. I’m sorry, Paz. That’s shitty.”

Paz nodded. There wasn’t really much else either of them could say. It was shitty.

His chest felt heavy. He lifted his arm towards his heart, but it was heavy, too. Everything was heavy. Why was it hard to breathe?

His eyes opened.

Oh. He was dreaming. But why was he…

He turned his head sluggishly, still falling into the waking world. The windows were a dull gray-blue, the early morning light just barely making its way into the room.

Unknown was wrapped around him, her weight pressing into his chest. She was fast asleep. He had no idea when she’d gotten there- not that he would, he was busy being asleep, too.

He lifted his arm, pulling her closer.

“Here- lift your head, darlin’. Let’s get you comfortable.”

#look im Not a great writer but if i didnt get this idea out of my head i was gonna asplode #writes

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swagging-back-to · 2 months

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the way im still reeling from just how much my sister let me down

rant incoming bc im genuinely still mad

like i dont even know how to describe this feeling. 'let me down'is such an understatement.

i went into the weekend knowing it was gonna be awful bc she had just started taking ketamine from her psychotic male friend and was planning on bringing all sorts of psychedlics and hard drugs like ket and molly to a party thats like 2hrs away from either of our houses and in a place we dont know.

she didnt tell me if she needed a place to sleep till half an hour before she was gonna get there and i still hadnt eaten any food at all yhat day. so i had to clean the guest room with all my roommates shit piled to the ceiling and cook at the same time. AND THEN SHE NEVER EVEN STAYED TO SLEEP.

she parked like half an hour away from the party right next to the worlds shadiest and darkest park in existence that had 5 guys just standing behind trees watching us go to the car. and then she wanted subway so we walked like half an hour to subway just for her to decide "im not actually hungry teehee"

and when i was like nah im gonna go eat now if youre gonna play this shit before we even go to the party. we go into an asian restaurant and SHES NEVER FUCKING BEEN IN ONE? all she eats is spaghetti and mac and cheese. didnt even know what a fucling spring roll is. she ate it (a THAI STYLE SPRING ROLL!!!!) like it was a lump of shit. like she ripped it apart with her hands and picked at it with a grimace. i verbally called her out on how stupid that is multiple times.

and then she got mad at me when i tried to tip the waiter everything i had in my wallet ($4) and tried to say i shouldnt tip at all. and in the same breath shared how whenever she doesnt get tipped she wishes death on the person. im actually very anti tipping and i never tip unless im with someone else and they do it. so i was like "he either gets four dollars or he gets fucking nothing. thats whats in my wallet so thats what he gets."

and she asked if ice has gluten in it which is genuinely the dumbest diet question ive ever been asked and ive had dozens of people try to tell me chicken and fish are vegetabels.

she waited until we were right at the door to pop open her fireball and then was like "yeah what if i just throw it on the ground in front of a hundred people and two cops" as if both of us arent underage.

speaking of underage <3 she left an entire box of twisted tea in the car for 3 hours completely unlocked while the cops prowled the streets ♡♡♡♡♡ said she doesnt see why the car needs to be locked even tho it had her id hanging from the mirror with big bold letters saying 'not even 20'

then when we were about to be jumped by the guy following us she kept doing like. the exact opposite of what you should do. kept screaming loudly "omg youre sober!?!?!?!" whenever i would say 'yeah im sober enough to get the fuck out of this place we need to fucking leave'. even as a COP WAS RIGHT NEXT TO US.

and when i was begging her to call the people she knew in the area she called them each one time. never explained the situation. to the point one of them thought she was just joking (which says a lot about how she normally acts that he thought she was joking). and then looked at me like i was being unreasonable for telling her to just CALL THEM and TALK TO THEM so we arent just two high women stumbling down the street quietly. it only ended up happening because she accidentally butt dialed one of her fwb and then was too embarassed to tell him she was with me [her sister] (called me 'some friend') and refused to even look at me when she was talking to him.

and this isnt even the entire fucking event. this is just the main points.

im just genuinely scared to be moving in with her at this point, not knowing whether she'll willingly bring back a predatory male or if she'll take hard drugs in my apartment (im the primary tenant and pay almost all the bills. it's my apartment.) or if she's gonna try to out my dogs to the landlord and get them evicted because "i just dont really like small dogs at all." or if shes gonna quit her job just like 'oh and btw i wont come in tomorrow bc this place is shit and i dont think one of my coworkers'despite not having any job lined up afterwards (she has actually done this!!!) and refusing to get a job closer or better paying because "oh maybe in the warmer months illthink of it" ??????

like she is just so.untrustworthy and so outrageously just.... not all there. even just the few things ive told my case manager makes her go 'is she diagnosed as bipolar? she sounds like my unmedicated bipolar clients."

like yepppp she sure fucking does. im pretty sure our bio mother was a bipolar schizophrenic (schizo diagnosed but idk about bipolar)

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cornflakegetmilking · 11 months

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Bittersweet Cravings

Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments

Sauce Warning - Sauceless

Chapter 9: Soft and Dangerous

It wasn't long until Jack finally left his room to go to the kitchen and make up his dinner, unfortunately Flakes wasn't around still and was probably still outside. Realizing he was even looking for them he let out a groan and shook his head to focus on his work.

Meanwhile Flakes was out in the garden still admiring the flower they had found which was now more bloomed than ever, this seemed to calm them down a bit from a while ago but not enough to get their mind out the thought of him. They sighed as they gently caressed the flower petals with their finger.

"Do you think even the worse people can learn to love?" They wondered and obviously got no answer as they were talking to flower.

They sighed once more and laid on their back, looking up at the sky, daydreaming of what could be if Jack would ever return their feelings. The idea of cuddling by a fire, laying next to him, being able to give him kiss each day and just being his as a partner and not as some living trophy. They frowned in their thoughts but decided to not overthink it and head back inside as they were getting hungry.

As they were heading to the kitchen they were suddenly stopped by Jack's big hands making them jump a bit before looking up at him confused.

"You really are jumpy huh? Don't bother looking for something to eat i made enough for the two of us..." He was avoiding eye contact.

"Oh!" They honestly didn't think he'd even make extra just for them, so they just nodded and followed him into the dining room.

Jack was quiet the whole time they ate, however he would turn to watch flakes eat every now and then as if he was checking if they were eating enough. Luckily feeding them didn't seem to be much of a problem as they ate quite well, makinf Flakes let out a satisfied sigh. Jack couldn't help but grin.

"It's a good thing i made extra, you eat quite alot!" He teased as he got up dusting himself.

Flakes blushed and looked away with a nervous smile.

"H-heh sorry i was just really hungry i guess... your cooking is really good too..." They fiddled with their thumbs and internally screamed at themself to quiet down.

"Don't worry about it. It's why i made extra in the first place anyways!" He chuckled poking their belly. "Nice to see you're not picky though!"

Flakes blushed and wacked his finger away as they glared at him with a low snarl making Jack laugh.

"Whaat? Im just messing with ya! Look at me im not too picky either!" He chuckled and held on his belly to jiggle a bit.

Flakes watched him as a grin slowy creeped out their lips and slowly turned into laughter making jack roll his eyes and chuckle a bit in amusement.

"Well in my opinion i like your size... you look soft enough to lay down... or maybe snuggle to..." A soft purr leaving their body as they tried to reach out to touch their belly only to retreat their hand immediately, not wanting to make him mad.

Jack rose a brow at their sudden reaction but decided to ignore it.

"Don't bother cleaning up, thats what the maid's for anyways..." He said as he started to walk off only to pause for a while. "I don't want you sleeping outside this time..."

Flakes looked at them a bit confused.

"Well uh... should i sleep in a guest room? I mean i could also sleep on the couch?" They stood up only for Jack to walk back to them.

"No i want you to sleep in my room..." He didn't even stutter, he even seemed offended at their ideas.

Flakes was almost sure they were joking but as soon as they saw his calm expression turn to an impatient one they realized they were serious.

"W--wait but why would you want me in your room? I thought you'd prefer being alone?" Their ears couldn't help but twitch at the idea of even sleeping next to him.

"Yes but i would prefer you being close to me so you aren't too vulnerable to hunters... since you've exposed yourself to people I'm worried about loosing something of too much value simple because i let my guard down..." Jack rolled his eyes a bit before turning to walk to his room.

Flakes was now blushing, their ears twitching rapidly as they couldn't help but feel flustered.

"Am i really that valuable to him?" They thought as they started to follow him, a bit of hope in their heart.

As soon as they got to his room Flakes started to undress to change into something less formal and after undressing with Jack that morning they were a bit more comfortable knowing he wasn't watching them anyways. Or at leastthey thought, as Jack would glance at them while he undressed himself shirtless, he always seen them through the crystal ball or the magic mirror but now he could take in their details, the spots on their skin were such a lovely charcoal black color it almost made them look like a cookie with their brown skin, their fur didnt look too well brushed as some locks of fur would be swooped the other way, he wasn't completely attracted to them however he did admire their uniqueness as he has never seen features like theirs. Finally he looks away as soon he notices Flakes turning to them. Flakes, now in their sleeping garments they turned to Jack seeing he was in his boxers with no top clothing causing them to blush again as they admired his folds and curves before looking away, not wanting to be rude and stare. They decided to wait for Jack to lay down first so they wouldn't have to ask him "stupid questions", so as Jack laid on the right side of the bed they took it as a sign to lay on the left but give Jack his space. It was no surprise that his bed was massive, they wouldn't be too surprised if he had the bed made specifically for his size, however it was rather soft and very comfortable as the bed sheet's cloth was made of expensive silk and the pillows were as soft as feathers... maybe it was made of the fur of something illegal and endangered, it was definitely much better than sleeping on dirt and itchy grass. Letting out a soft purr as their ears twitched in comfort and slowly their eyes grow heavy and start to close. As soon as they had fallen asleep Jack slowly puts a blanket over themself before going to sleep himself.

The next day eventually came and Flakes woke up early like they usually did and left the room to do their new daily routine of making coffee and breakfast, shower and dress up. And now that they knew Jack wasn't a morning person they decided to avoid talking to him until he talks first so they just went on with their routine smoothly. But just like yesterday at some point they were alone in Jack's room waiting for him to finish his shower, they were repetitively looking at his magical mirror that was still covered by the curtains thinking of whether to talk to them or not, as they were eager for some answers on Jack himself. But as they were approaching the mirror and reached their hand out to push away the curtains they stopped to think, if they only get their answers through this magical artifact maybe they would never really have a chance with him... they needed to be brave and talk to him themselves... with that they slowly retreat their hand away.

"Dammit Flakes why are you like this..." They sighed as they looked at their hand wondering what was wrong with them.

It didn't take too long til Jack had came back to the room and dressed himself up.

"C'mon now we shouldn't waste anymore time. " He waved his hand weakly gesturing them to follow.

Flakes only nodded and did as told.

When they arrived the factory Flakes did their duties checking the stocks, the kitchen tools and other equipment and listed whatever was needed. Even checked the cleanliness of the place to see if it needed any deep cleaning done which seemed to be the case as their was quite a bit of gunk in some nooks and crannies, so they decided to take the info to Jack.

"Your bakers don't really do well with the cleaning do they..." They couldn't help but chuckle a bit making Jack raise a brow.

"Oh? And were you any better than them?" He sat on his chair, checking on his papers.

Flakes rolled their eyes before putting their notes down.

"Well i definitely knew better than to leave pie filling on the floor for so long it starts to harden and mold..." They pointed out.

This seemed to grab Jack's attention as the cleanliness of his factory was surprisingly important to him, maybe it was the FDA stuff? With this he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Is something wrong?" Flakes frowned as they tilted their head.

"Well back then i only had to have a deep cleaning every 2 weeks or so since my bakers would do a pretty decent job cleaning up their mess! But now it's been a week and they already found a way to be slobs!" Jack huffed and got up to his telephone to call someone.

"I-i could try to discipline some of the bakers?" Flakes responded only to receive a laugh from him and make him put his telephone down.

"You? Discipline? Forgive me for my words here but as much as you are "the most terrifying creature of the land" you always let others walk over you like some doormat! Then again your fur also looks like a doormat with how unkept it looks..." he chuckled as Flakes held their ear's fur and blushed in embarrassment. "You're way too kind to others! Its why you got captured in the first place!" He added.

Flakes frowned as they then slowly held the amethyst gem on their collar, they couldn't help but pity themself at that moment and the sad part was that he was right. Sure most of their life they had been nothing but kind to others but it was all cause they didn't want to scare or hurt people, and that all their life they thought being good to others was the best way to live. But then again it was also the reason why they were so scared of people and kept being used by others.

"But if you really want to try go ahead and be my guest but to my concern you are pretty powerless without my assistance!" Jack chuckled as he continued on with his call on the telephone but not before givin them one more comment. "My advice to you little trophy, give in to your hostile urge once in a while..."

Flakes' ears drooped as they slowly left the room. At this moment they felt vulnerable and weak, but something was stirring inside them... they decided to ignore it and decided to do their job, as they observed the bakers they couldn't help but frown each time they saw some mess was poorly cleaned or just flat out ignored making them groan loudly at some point.

"Oh is something wrong Flakes?" The same baker who lost their ear, grinned noticing their annoyed expression.

Flakes only glared at them but decided to ignore him for now, however he didn't like that and in an attempt to grab their attention he decides to spill some pie filling on the floor causing Flakes to growl.

"Being a bit neat with your work won't harm you, you know?" They looked away trying not to loose their cool.

"Sorry I'm just a bit clumsy today! Woopsy me!" He happily chirpped as he drops an unbaked pie ont he floor.

Flakes' ears perked hearing it go SPLAT on the floor and turning back to see the mess. Unbaked crust scattered and pie filling spreading across the floor.

"What the hell is your problem?!" They barked at him only to receive an eye roll from him.

"My problem is this!" He points at the bandages over his missing ear. "Because of you i have this! If you only kept your mouth shut this wouldn't have happened!"

Flakes looked at him more angrier than before.

"I was doing my job?! You wouldn't even have to deal with that if you just did your job right!" They were starting to breathe heavy,their fangs growing like yesterday and feeling their hostility starting to grow they had to leave, they didn't want to hurt anyone after all. "You know what? I don't have time for this!"

With that they start to walk away but not without him saying one final snarky remark.

"Yeah go back to your precious owner! It's all you can do anyways! I don't even understand how you can like some nobody like him!" Oh how he wished he had just kept his mouth shut, cause as soon as he said that Flakes froze in their place and snapped a deadly glare at him.

"I'd suggest you watch your mouth there..." They snarled threateningly.

"Oh and what are you gonna do? Tell on your precious Jacky?" He laughed only causing Flakes to get even angrier.

"Shut. UP!!!" They barked as their fur and hair stood up as they started walking towards him.

"Face it! You are nothing without him! And even so Jack is just some lazy fat nobody! The only reason people know him is for his precious lil trinkets! Am I right yall?!" He laughed once more while looking at the bakers as if looking for some sort of approval only to notice the fear in their eyes, so he looked forward to Flakes only to notice their now hostile reaction.

"You keep your filthy mouth shut! Jack isn't some nobody! Hell he is higher ranked than you ever will be! You're damn lucky he even lets you live still! Look at yourself thinking you're so great when all you have to offer to his precious company is burnt pies and leaving unnecessary messes!" They snarled as their eyes started to change, while the baker stepped back and tried to look for a way out. "And dare you say "its all you can do" to me and that "you're nothing without him"?! I've done more better things for this factory that have pleased Jack's standards even BEFORE i became his trophy!"

They growled in rage as they walked closer to him to forcefully grab the back of his head and drag him to the splattered pie on the floor.

"Clean it up..." They demanded.

"But I-i don't have any cleaning supplies with me right now!" He was shaking and squirming trying to get out of their grip, they may have been a bit smaller but their strength was better than his.

"Oh i know!" They gave him a sharp toothy grin as they then shoved him down onto the pie face first, as soon as they noticed him about to get up they stepped onto his head to force his face back down onto the pie. "I may just be some sort of trophy to him but he knows how to take good care of me and even go so far to protect me and even give me some advices... and if there's one thing he thought me today its to not take shit from anyone LOWER to my level and MESS with me! So make yourself useful for once in your sad pathetic life and use your mouth to clean up this mess!"

The man sobbed as he was forced down to clean the mess, it was not at all sanitary as he never made much of an effort to clean his side of his station, Flakes wanted to feel bad but a part of them felt almost proud of themself that they finally stood up for themself. they were so focused and quite happy with their work, they didn't notice Jack had emerged out his trophy room and watched the whole scenario for himself, he seemed quite entertained and even a bit proud as a wide smile spread his face.

"Look at you putting my bakers in their place! Hehe! Him again too? Tsk well its good you put him where he belongs... I'm glad you took my advice... you're not as awful as I thought you'd be..." He gave Flakes a satisfied smile making their ears twitch joyously.

"A-are you pleased with my work sir?" They cooed softly, but as Jack gave them a few scratches under their chin their they purred as their heart melted and closed their eyes to take in the moment.

"Oh Its more than pleasing to me... you've entertained me well my trophy..."

To be continued

#jack horner #jack horner x oc

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kaeyahot · 2 years

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Wait, Was He the Protagonist?

okay so i decided im gonna do my amazing wonderful idea, and this is a kaeya x reader because everybody prefers diluc and i prefer kaeya. so KAEYA is the male lead. also this is probably gonna be a series and yes this is isekai. okay love you pookies.

this is part 1 :)

TW: death & a little description of blood

you were scrolling on your phone boredly, waiting for your friend to get to the cafe you recommended. the tables were clean and shiny, the cafe was made out of pretty pastels, pleasing to the eye. the staff members were polite and your clothes were comfy. it was a cool getaway from the summer heat as the air conditioning chugged on. the bell jingled as someone entered the door. a few seconds later a big thud was heard at your table. you looked up, it was your friend.

"so you're finally here?"

your friend huffed and puffed, too tired to give a reply. she put her finger up in the air, signaling you to wait. you looked her up and down with a surprised face, wondering if she ran a marathon.

"oh my gosh! i just finished reading the best book ever!! remember the one i've been telling you about?" she puffed out happily.

"uhh...the getting spinfact one?" you tried to remember, but nothing helpful came up. your friend wrinkled her face, and looked at you. okay, so you got it wrong, whatever.

"no! it was called genshin impact! how are those names even remotely alike?" she said, irritated. you rolled your eyes and shrugged. they were practically the same thing!

"okay anyways, so i read the ending and i'm not gonna spoil it to you but i just wanna say that i love love love love diluc and he's so pretty and it's upsetting he had the saddest past but i'm so glad he won in the end!- oh sorry, i didn't mean to spoil!" your friend rambled on but covered her mouth apologetically.

"it's fine, i wasn't planning on reading it anyways." you muttered with a dash of saltiness. the clack of heels were head approaching and then, the waiter came with your receipt with a polite smile. just the right time. well, not really. your friend's face distorted and she asked with an angry frown.

"you ate without me?!" she practically shouted. you looked around, trying not to attract attention. you waved your hand and just said you were hungry. it was hard to wait for a friend before eating when the aroma was just so lovely.

"it's fine, let's just go to the library, you love those." you said, rolling your eyes.

"b-but i just got here!" your friend exclaimed. you just got up and laughed. your hunger overcame any morals. your friend hurriedly followed you and the bell jingled as you both walked out. your friend chattered on excitedly about her book, but you weren't really listening. you were tired after working the entire week and getting this one day off.

you tapped a pedestrian traffic light and when the walking signal came up, you just started walking. but, why wasn't your friend following you?

"watch out!" a scream and a honk sounded out. huh? what was the issu- and then a loud ringing began in your ear. your eyes were tinged red and your head blanked. you trembled as you tried to lift your hand up, and saw a crimson liquid.

was it blood? you were surprised, you weren't even sure what was going on. screams were heard - something about calling the ambulance - you weren't sure. oh man, the ringing was getting on your nerves. then, you finally noticed a truck to your side. what was it doing just sitting there? pfft, did it crash into you or something? wait, actually that sounded like an accurate hypothesis. your brows furrowed weakly, it was hard to do some thinking right now. did you get run over? but what if you died? shit shit shit, no you were too young, too pretty. but with your fading consciousness there was nothing you could do.

"stupid fucking truck..."

okay snookie pookies so thats part one and ill be making more and buckle up buckaroos because this is probably the most motivated i've ever been. anyways ill still do requests and stuff so yeah !!

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mikeyelistsukasa · 2 years

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im just in need of comfort 😭😭

So like.. he just comforts us after having a bad or stressful day :,) cuddles and hugs added, words of affirmation stuff like that

You forgot to say who😭 but don’t worry i made hanako since your blog says you love him haha(at least i think so). I hope this request will cheer you up even if its not much! (9th request)

Hanako Comforting their Darling after a bad day

Oh oh oh why are you not smiling:(

You’re supposed to smile enjoying cleaning toilets like the others😁

„What’s wrong my darling s/o?“

„Its nothing serious don’t worry…“

Doesn’t believe you :(

Brings you out and asks a bit more sternly

„okay please tell me whats wrong. Are you sick or something? You can not clean the toilets today“

You eventually break down crying from all the stress

God he thought he was too mean and hurted your feelings

„Heyhey! Please don’t cry! Its alright im here for you“

You say in between your sobs

„Its just *hic* that today was such a pain in the butt!“

Sits down and strokes your hair

„Shhh shhh its alright.When you calm down. Tell me everything that happened and when i say everything then that means every.little.thing“

If it was something with family issues he would try (key word try) to give you some advice.if your parents were in the wrong one he would be mad and tell you to tell them how you felt about what they said to you. If you were in the wrong one he would totally go to kou ask him to bake some donuts with you to cheer you up and then wrap it cutely in a box with him and then you will gift it to your parents :].

If it was because someone here at school like bullied you or something he would ask you for their name

„So.do you by any chance know the persons name…?“

Thats question gave you chills for some reason

„No hanako i wont let you hurt the person -^-“

„Aw come on! He deserved it!“

„No means no“

He would find out no matter what but wouldn’t tell you

I mean what if it will make you even more upset. He doesn’t want that

Small oneshot

You were having lunch all alone because your friends have been avoiding you lately.you’re not sure why but you didn’t care that much (it did hurt though) you wished hanako would be here but he was with yashiro and kou somewhere. Why didn’t they ask me if i wanted to come too? You wondered. When suddenly you felt someone tap you by your shoulder „yahoo~“ „oh!you guys came back!…where were you?“ „oh nothing important“ „oh heh okay..“ you don’t know why but you teared up a bit at that answer as if you’re not worth to know. You were about to get your lunchbox out of your bag until you realized its not in there (did i forget it again??? Come on) you thought. You sigh loudly to which turned hanako‘s attention to you. „Whats wrong?“ “nothing just a bit tired“ „then you should eat! To regain your strength:D“ „im not hungry right now…“ :(. „Follow me Honey!“ you blushed slightly at the nickname but brushed it off quickly. You guys went into the…school‘s kitchen? As you opened the door the first thing you hear is „SUPRISEEEE“ you were startled by the yelling but mostly at the cake that was in front of you „huh? What is going on?“ You were so confused right now „we made you a cake!“ hanako said cheerfully „ah thank you but…you do know its not my birthday today right?“ „we know! We just decided to make you this cake because we’ve seen how stressful your day was today!“ kou said while yashiro nodded in agreement „and also we were the ones that stole your lunchbox so you wouldn’t be full. Sorry about that hehe“ so thats where your lunchbox went. You smiled softly „you guys are the best…“ is all you could say as you all four ate the cake. You were so glad that you have them in your life.someone loved you so much to do this just because you were a bit different today.and you loved them all aswell.

I seriously hope i made an ok job and left you satisfied! Thank you for your wonderful request please visit again!!!!!💙

#tbhk hanako #tbhk x reader #tbhk #amane x reader #x reader #hanako x reader

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amalia-uwu-writes · 1 year

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Milk

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their own companies. I only write for the characters. I do not write for the real actors/people/athletes. The rights go to the respective owners!

Edit: for reasons of privacy I'll give penta's wife and daughter fictional names. His daughter's and wife's fictional names are Amanda and Luna-Lola(edit).

Tags: @windhamsrotunda @earl-01 @dominikmysterio619 @wrestlingwerido36 @wrestling-fangirl93

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It was late at night. Penta had just arrived home. After a long day and a difficult match finally he will relax. He opened the door, let his stuff down. He looked at the couch and found folded fresh washed clothes, towels, ointments etc. He found a note from his wife as well

«Hi! Honey! Sorry felt slightly unwell and laid on bed early. I'm good no worries! Just menstrual pain. I left some clothes, ointments and painkillers for you. There is food on the fridge! You will tell me everything in the morning! 💕 Te amo mucho mi amor, mi corazón, mi alma, mi rey! 💕XoXoXo ~Yolanda💖»

He smiled softly at the note, he took the clothes and walked quietly in the bathroom. He took a nice hot shower to sooth the soreness in his body.

Once he was done he cleaned the bathroom, got dressed, exited the bathroom and moved towards the kitchen. He noticed the light was on. "Did they forgot or? What?" he thought but didn't pay much attention.

As he entered, he found his daughter asleep upon the table and a glass of milk next to her. He looked at her, confused and then at the clock (23.20 at night). He gently touched her shoulder and shook her lightly "Amanda?" he whispered.

She opened her eyes and stretched her hands while yawning cutely. She looked around the room sleepily. Once she saw her father she jumped in his arms excited "papa!! You came home!". He hugged her back and kissed her head. She rubbed her face on his chest lovingly.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you im bed?" he asked.

"I made you milk.. you and mom said that it has calcium. I made you one too.. so your bones won't break when you go inside the ring... I made you a sandwich cause I knew you might be hungry and some cookies. Food isn't food without dessert. They got cold now.." she looked at the glass of milk.

She paused for a while and then continued "I waited for you to come cause.. I didn't want you to eat alone... I wanted to keep you company", she smiled.

Penta got moved. He looked at his girl and hugged her tightly. "Gracias mi princesa! How about I made you a glass of milk, a sandwich and we eat together, hm?" he asked. She smiled and nodded her head.

He got up, made her sandwich and poured warm milk in her favorite mug. A pink one with unicorns and rainbows.

Once he was finished. They sat by the window and saw the stars along with some lights from the street and the city. They ate together and collided their glasses of milk "Cheers" they said and drank it.

"Papa? You liked it?" she asked looking at him.

-"Yeah the best milk I had!" he hugged her closer.

-"Really? Why? What's so special?"

-"You made it with affection and care! That's what made it special! Thank you my dear! " he kissed her forehead.

She smiled. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. They stayed there on the window for some time, seeing the stars and talking quietly.

After a while she started yawning and her eyes felt heavy. She gently leaned her head on ber father's shoulder. He gently hugged her and carried her upstairs. "Let's go to bed princesa, we will talk again in the morning". He walked up stairs and tenderly laid her on bed. He kissed her cheek and smiled softly. She smiled on her sleep "Buenas noches mi princesa hermosa te amo mucho!"

He got up and quietly walked into his room. He laid on bed and hugged his wife. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

💙

The end😘

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