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aphrogeneias · 4 months

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1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.

this screams eddie omg

best friend!eddie munson x fem!reader + we’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.

warnings: a bit of perv!eddie. a tiny bit. mentions of oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering. i kind of went a little off the prompt? oopsies?

Eddie can't pay attention.

He should be. Dustin is going to quiz him about this movie’s entire plot, ask him who his favorite characters were, what he thought of the lore. The boy, a senior now, much to his disbelief, had begged him to go see it after watching it himself.

It's not like he's hard to convince. A noble dwarf sent on a quest to save an innocent child from an evil sorceress. His bread and butter. Extra buttery popcorn, chocolate, you. Right beside him, wearing his jacket, feet tucked under yourself as you lean sideways over him, bare knees touching his denim covered thighs.

You're barely touching, but he can't help but let his eyes travel to your thighs, stretching the skirt you are wearing. The hand he keeps diligently on the arm rest flexes, the other grips his drink harder.

This attraction isn't new — it has been here since you started tutoring him on English at the start of his last senior year, and it remained, ever blossoming, every time you were around him — but his wandering thoughts recently grew a mind of their own.

The film’s dialogue and epic soundtrack are only background to his own private fantasy. Eddie can barely touch the popcorn, barely listen to your commentary, as he thinks of what he'd do if you let him do what he couldn't stop thinking about.

Would you let him touch you? Slide a hand over your thigh, feel your skin under his palm. Would it be as soft as he imagined? Softer, maybe. He thinks about what you would do if you let him squeeze you as he wanted, part your thighs with his rough hands, spread you open.

You're sitting in the back, no one would catch you. Would you be quiet as he kneeled at your feet? Would you be quiet if he asked? He'd ask nicely. You'd be good, he knew you would.

Would you bite your lip, taste your own lip gloss the way he dreamed of tasting, as he pulled your panties past your hips, and down your legs? What color would they be? Red, black, white? Cotton or lace? He wanted to taste them. He could practically smell you.

Would you keep quiet as he feasted on you, made out with your pussy like he wanted to? How would you sound keeping those sweet moans back, biting your hand, pouting those lips at him? Would you whimper, would you pull his hair? God, he wanted you to.

He wanted to suck on your clit until your pretty eyes rolled back in your head. Fuck you with his tongue until you cream on his mouth, and squeezed his head between your thighs. Would you let him fuck you with fingers after? Would you feel as tight, as warm, as he dreamed? He knew you would.

“Eds?”

A snap of your fingers brings him back to reality. You're still in the same position, he's still staring straight forward, eyes glazed, mind far. His head snaps to the side, meeting your gaze. “Hey. Yeah?”

“Are you listening to me? Where were you, man?”

You're whispering, a smile on your face. Your face is closer, and his eyes wander yet again, this time to your lips. He's still not paying attention — his Levi’s feel tighter, his heart is racing. His mind must be playing a trick on him, because your eyes are also wandering, to his lips and back up.

“I'm here.” His voice falters.

“You sure?” You don't move. Your perfume makes him dizzy, but he doesn't move either.

“I'm all ears, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, “Forget about it.”

It feels like a test. It must be, because you're resting your head against his shoulder, and going quiet again. Something different hangs in the air.

He's still gripping his arm seat. He's still not paying attention.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 🍞 𝅄࣪ ׅ 𓋜

Yuuji, Megumi and Nanami Headcanons with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Baker ʚ(˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

Pic from @fairydxlll on pinterest ༊

ઇઉ Notes : i just take a break yesterday, and now i'm writing again, now i decided to fill the jujutsu kaisen first in my masterlist that you can see in the pinned post. enjoy my fairies!

ઇઉ Warning : none, maybe some misspelled word. this is just pure pure fluff 🧁 Reader Skin Color Is Not Announced.

Part One ♡ Part Two ♡ Part Three

Enjoy reading my fairies! 🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Yuuji

• He really love the fact that you're a baker

• everytime after he had done his training or/and mission, he goes straight to your bakery just to meet you.

• love everything you make, pastry, cupcake, muffin, mochis, bread, loaf, croissant, Everything.

• everytime his birthday is coming he's so exited because he knows that right now you're making a birthday cake for him

• and he looveee every single of it.

• Sukuna always tease you both like "those love birds...."

• but honestly, theres a time where sukuna also want to taste your cake and pastry, but Yuuji never allow him anyway.

• truly and really support your business, if theres anyone who have a plan to take down your business just say to him who is it and he'll smash whoever it is.

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Megumi

• flustered to be frankly.

• chubby, round, fluff, soft and also own a bakery!? he's gonna faint.

• no seriously, the first time he sees you he's always muttering like its his first time trying to talk to someone.

• love every single corner of your bakery, its comforting for him. and its safe.

• always protect you from the curse that trying to get into your life and your bakery

• he also sometimes, trying to help you with your business. you'll teach him how to make basic bread, pastry or whatever it is just so he can help you a little bit.

• just like yuuji, he really support your business. but since he's like a Tsundere he doesnt really admit it out loud, he just show it with how much he want to spend his time in your bakery and the fact that he wants to help you with your bakery business.

🥧𖧧. ⊹ Nanami

• oh my god, he's like number one your loyal customer.

• no seriously, everytime, like almost everyday he paid to visit your bakery because 1.) he really love the taste of the bread you make and 2.) he cant help but fell for your soft and round appereance.

• and just like Megumi, he always tried to protect you and your bakery from every curse whos trying to get in into your bakery.

• he mostly really like his bread, but sometimes he doesnt mind to taste other type of food, like pastry, cupcake, muffins, and like croissant or loaf.

• its kinda funny because everytime he taste your pastry, he always said "its good" with a stoic yet having a red cheeks expression.

• really really really support your business. no honestly, if you want to buy some ingredients but turns out you dont have enough money, you bet your ass he'd be giving his money to you. and if your bakery is a small place he insist you to renovate it to make it bigger (but if you dont want that its okay also.)

• if you need help with financial you can call him or maybe you dont need to because every month he's like always giving you extra pay just so you can buy things you need and you want.

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rootsofdread · 1 year

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you can't handle the uber instinct of my uber autism, observe

i love your writing so much i've been binging them until i've caught up with everything 😭 it's sooooo good i wanna save it and read it whenever i feel bored

if possible could i request hcs with danny, wesker, leon and ada with a gn!reader who often unknowingly rambles about their interests despite any circumstances?

truly we are all autistic about dbd (<- also autistic about dbd)

anddd thank you so so much!! i'm so glad you enjoy my writing that much! <33

Leon S. Kennedy:

Leon honestly admires your ability to enjoy any situation by talking about the things you like. It lifts his spirits, too, to see you so carefree and enjoying the moment. Even if the killer is a few feet away and you two are hiding in a locker.

You’re great at helping kill time while doing generators like this, always having something to say and something to chat about. It can be boring doing generators, especially if the killer is busy with someone else, so having someone to talk to is nice.

He may not really know what you’re talking about — he doesn’t know much about a lot of things, he never really had the time to be reading about different things before being taken due to his job — but he enjoys learning new things from someone as passionate as you. You make it fun.

When you realize you've been rambling to him and apologizes, he tells you that you don't need to. He appreciates the company and the conversation you provide, even if you don't realize it.

Ada Wong:

Ada may seem like she’s not paying attention, and sometimes she may be devoting a little extra focus to looking out for the killer, but she always is paying attention to you. She’s just a little aloof and has trouble getting along with others, but she loves you and listens to you even if it may not look like it.

She enjoys the “background noise” you provide while you two work on generators. By focusing on your words more than the work, you help her a lot by relieving the pressure of getting it right. And she’s grateful for that.

You quell her nerves by whispering to her when the two of you hide. The adrenaline tells her that she should tell you to keep quiet so you’re not found — but her love for you compels her to do the opposite. You being so carefree helps her calm down in stressful moments.

She never wants you to feel like you shouldn’t talk about things you enjoy. She tells you that you never need to apologize for rambling, that she enjoys it, and she asks you to keep going if you’d like to. She’s soothed by the sound of your voice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny absolutely loves you being such a chatterbox. Information is his bread and butter, and knowing more about you and what you like is one of his most favorite things. So he happily lets you talk whenever you like, even if he’s attempting to sneak around with Night Shroud. He just reminds you to whisper and let him do his work.

He’s surprised when you even try to strike up a conversation about your interests while on the hook. Doesn’t that hurt? But he shrugs and decides to let you continue. Who is he to stop you after all — and there’s no rules that say you can’t talk while on hook. He just hopes you don’t accidentally give him away.

Truth be told, he probably already knows a lot about what you enjoy. That's his job, after all. He still lets you talk, though, of course — he would never deny you that. And he just loves listening to you, and surprising you by knowing precisely what you're going on about.

He thinks it's adorable when you realize how much you've been talking and get embarrassed. He always encourages you to go on and keep talking, he's riveted, he would love to hear more, please.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker always loves learning, and believe it or not, he probably doesn’t know much about what you’re rambling about. He doesn’t have the time to waste on silly mortal things, you know, so chances are he wouldn’t already know anything about it. And if he’s nothing else, Wesker is a seeker of knowledge.

He finds it amusing you’ll always seek him out during trials to talk to him. And he always pays attention to you when you do, even while he’s trying to hunt down the other survivors. He finds it especially amusing when you run to catch up to him after he rushes to slam someone into a wall.

He tells you to hold on for a second when he carries someone off to a hook. When he returns to you, he tells you that you may continue. He needs to be focused to hook someone and doesn’t want you thinking he’s not paying attention to you.

Every time you apologize for rambling, he insists that you continue. He won’t have you feeling ashamed for enjoying yourself. You deserve to know that your rambling isn’t an issue and that he always has time for you, much more than seven minutes.

#inbox #leon s kennedy #ada wong #danny johnson #albert wesker #gender neutral reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #leon s kennedy x reader #ada wong x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #albert wesker x reader #the mastermind x reader

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simplykorra · 4 months

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Ava’s fine, really. She’s perfectly fine and normal.

She’s not absolutely losing her shit as she and Beatrice step into the fucking cottagecore playground known as this fucking groundskeeper cabin out in the middle of the nowhere.

Everything is perfectly fine as she follows Bea inside, looks around at the beautiful layout of the cabin, with sun coming in through the windows and wood furnished everything on the inside.

The cabin is gorgeous, like something pulled out of a dream. There is vintage furniture, a fully furnished kitchen, a massive fireplace complete with a goddamn bear skin rug in front of it.

It’s not the first cabin Ava’s been to, but most of those were rentals in Windham for ski trips with rich tourists and journeys out to the woods for frat parties with a little extra money to pass around.

This? This is the kind of place you could spend the rest of your life in.

“The bedroom is at the end of this hall,” Beatrice says with a smile, looking back at her with her bag in her hands. “We called ahead of time and the kitchen is fully stocked.”

“It is?” Ava finds herself immediately racing to the kitchen and cracking open the fridge. “What the fuck? Who did this?”

“There are staff in and out of here year round, and of course the people who tend to the country house.”

Ava frowns as she looks at all the food tucked away on the shelves and in the drawers - it’s so much. “So people just…take care of this place on the off chance your family might use it once or twice a year?”

Beatrice nods as she sets her bag down, her face softening like she understands Ava’s train of thought - because she’s gotten really good at understanding Ava’s train of thought. “It seems wasteful, I know, but I do promise there are people here a lot and…it is work, well paying work at that.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Ava realizes it probably is, with the kind of money the Dalton-Lee’s have she imagines they don’t even think twice about forking it over to maintain their image. Just as she’s about to close the fridge door, she sees it. “Wait what the fuck?” She yanks open the drawer. “Hot dogs?!” She looks at Bea who is grinning sweetly.

“I put in a special request.” Totally and completely fine, not swooning at all. No way, not her. Ava is working, she’s working her ass off and not feeling anything other than excited. “That…is what is required of pigs in a basket, right?” She says, seeming anxious at Ava’s silence.

Of course, Ava has to fight off a laugh at her misstep. “Pigs in a blanket, Bea. Pigs in a basket would be like…if I cooked a bunch of hot dogs and stuffed them in a bread bowl.”

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun fanfiction #i meant to post this tomorrow #but i don't have any patience and i'm very excited to share this chatper #so #:D

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blu-oo · 8 months

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Buggy was Roger’s good luck charm

So I’ve had a headcanon for a while now concerning Buggy and his place on Roger’s crew. It’s no secret that both fans and characters within the One Piece world will look at Buggy and go “How/Why the fuck were you on Roger’s crew?” Hard to say definitively whether or not Buggy actually has good luck considering the absolute hell he has to go through in order to face plant into his power/status, but you still can’t argue that he gains things he is 100% undeserving of lol. Oda’s trolling aside, let’s say that his failing upwards IS purely a result of him having his luck stats set to fucking max with a few buffs tacked on. We can even make this more fun and say the reason Buggy’s luck is so paradoxical is BECAUSE his luck goes to others instead of being reserved for himself (either that or the only reason “failure” is tacked onto this is because Buggy is a jackass and karma doesn’t sleep on her prettiest degenerates). I can see this going down a few different ways:

Maybe they were on an island along the grand line and came across a vendor selling good luck tokens. An ornate looking box catches Roger’s eye, and the vendor starts gushing about how it’s their most “luckiest item” and that it’s very VERY much worth the hefty price tag. It’s also most definitely “a worthwhile investment, trust me! It’ll all pay off in the end!” Whatever that means. Roger’s gut feeling doesn’t need to be told twice, so he buys it. This could be a moment similar to Shanks where they take the box back to the ship only for “SURPRISE! CHEST BABY!” :D to happen again. Roger is no longer allowed to go shopping/haul treasure back to the ship without Rayleigh’s stink eye supervision.

Maybe there’s something similar to the Sabaody slave market where he’s being explicitly advertised as a good luck charm. The person selling him shows off his luck by playing simple tricks (like using cards and gambling with onlookers. Look, if you’re gonna try to sell someone's luck, ya might as well make an extra buck while doing so. And hey, this just proves his good luck charm is working). While the seller is distracted, Roger easily sidels up and eyes Buggy’s mean mug. He asks if Buggy is actually lucky and gets a rudely gestured affirmative. “Great!” He says before yanking the kid up and running off laughing. Rayleigh: what the fuck is that. Roger, tankard in one hand, clown child in the other: a beer.

Maybe Roger just happens upon Buggy and and witnesses his luck in action. Sees how instant karma comes to collect after some pompous jerk spits and belittles little Buggy and immediately he’s shamed and humiliated in front of a bunch of people (in addition to Buggy pit pocketing him in retaliation). He witnesses a merchant make snide and haughty remarks and refuses to sell to Buggy because he’s a visible street rat and then immediately afterwards a flock of rabid seagulls dive bomb his stall and peck at his toupee (a piece of bread is flung and lands right before Buggy’s nose). A group of older teens beating the snot out of buggy and stealing whatever he gained that day only to then immediately run into Roger? Well. Etc. etc. etc. Roger sees all this and more and at this point he decides to take Buggy along just because of how hilarious this all is (Buggy’s eventual love for Roger and therefore his luck beginning to include Roger was just an added bonus).

And since this is such a loose concept (and ignoring that Roger was a D so the following woulda happened anyways lol) we can even say that his luck to Roger is the reason for all the success at the end of his career lol. Edd war? Buggy. Living past his initial expiration date? Buggy. Making it to laugh tale? Buggy, except wait- things didn’t go 100% to plan with that one, huh 🤔🤔🤔🤔 and guess who wasn’t there 🤨🤨🤨🤨 im playing or am i

GASP. OR MAYBE HE HAS ABSOLUTE SHIT LUCK AND HE SAPS THAT SHIT OUTTA EVERYONE AROUND HIM EXPLAINING WHY THEY ALWAYS SOMEHOW LOSE OUT IN SOME WAY INSTEAD OF HIM—

#luck is stored in the nose #buggy #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece headcanons #gol d. roger #gold d roger #roger pirates #op #op buggy

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bwabys-scenarios · 8 months

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Kite hcs PLEASSEE i saw ur post abt him, the anon was right theres NOTHING on this man, if im lucky i can find a decent fic😔 ANYWAYS THANK U SMM

Kite SFW/NSFW HCs

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: oral(female and male receiving), creampie, fingering, fem!reader

!!REQUESTS OPEN!!

SFW

-this man is so affectionate behind closed doors. he loves to hold you, give you tender kisses

-he has very long hair, and lets you do anything you want with it! he will 100% wear little pink hair bows to work if you put them there!

-he’s such a softy. can’t be mad at you or upset for more than a second. you’re just so cute, he’ll just pay your head and say how spoiled you are

-he enjoys taking you out for nice, quiet dinners where he gets to see you all dressed up

-kite prefers giving you more sentimental, hand made gifts! like photo albums of your time together, baked goods, or cards he cut out himself

-he has a hard time relaxing when he’s away from guy for long periods of time. he doesn’t want to involve you with his work, but tries to be with you as much as possible

-he’s very patient, and it takes him nearly two years to confess his feelings to you. he knew he was in love when he watched you save an animal, despite the fact it was trying to kill you. he smacked you over the head after, but was touched by your kindness. that didn’t stop him from scolding you for putting yourself in danger lol

-he actually dislikes receiving gifts! he’d much rather just bask in your presence and get extra kisses than receive a material object

-he’s really bad at cooking, but a decent baker! he likes to make you lots of different sweets when you’re sad to cheer you up! he’s pretty good at baking bread as well~

-he can get pretty jealous. he’s a bit insecure, feeling like he doesn’t give you enough attention due to his job, so when he sees you hanging out with other men he feels… possessive. he won’t do anything, but will be a bit cranky. this can be solved by cupping his cheeks and reassuring him how much you love him!

-would love to get married and settle down in the near future. he sees a future with you, and wants to slip a ring on your pretty little finger as soon as he deals with that chimera ant situation…

-he will let you use any pet names with him, no matter how cheesy, he finds it absolutely adorable

NSFW

-he’s very much focused on your pleasure, making you cum on his tongue and fingers several times before he even THINKS about fucking you

-soft dom…

-he’s an ass guy, though feeling your thighs squishing his cheeks while he eats you out is also quite nice…

-likes to cum inside mostly, not for any particular reason, you just feel nice and warm and he’d prefer staying inside you as long as possible!

-he loves fingering you, curling them inside your cunt and feeling your walls tighten around them… makes him hard

-sex with Kite is slow, sensual, and sweet. he holds you hand, gives you lots of kisses and praise, and will do anything to make you feel good, comfortable, and loved

-he does have a thing for overstimulating you… seeing you cry and whine as he rubs at your puffy clit turns him on to no end. you’re really cute 🥰

-he’s pretty quite during sex, only speaking when praising you, or telling you how good you’re making him feel. otherwise it’s quite grunts, and soft moans

-you give him a blowjob and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look so flustered. he’s swallowing thickly, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as the prettiest pink blush takes over his cheeks…

-“fuck, sweetheart, that feels really good…”

-he prefers calling you pet names like sweetheart, love, dear, and darling(used occasionally)

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mixelation · 7 months

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starting a new thread for reborn au from this one

the beginning of the exam :)

Deidara woke up in a surprisingly good mood. The start of the exam meant he’d have an opportunity to do something with all his pent up energy. Set some fires, blow up some things. It could be fun, even if Iwa was annoying them.

His mood was immediately ruined by one of the Taki genin hogging their bathroom, and then by the front desk still denying them weapons.

“You don’t need them for the first stage,” the Iwa-nin insisted. “If you pass, you’ll be given weapons at the beginning of the next stage.”

Kushina’s fist clenched, and a few strands of hair twitched. Deidara would pay money to see her go full Red Hot Habanero on this guy.

“We were promised them at the start of the exam,” she insisted. “We were invited here as a show of good will. Why are you discriminating against my team?”

The Iwa-nin just held her gaze. “I’m just doing as I’m told, ma’am.”

Typical Iwa-nin. Not a creative or unique thought in his head. Deidara didn’t remember this guy, but he hated him.

Unfortunately, Tori stepped in before Kushina could lose her temper. “When’s the next stage?”

“When the first stage ends,” the Iwa-nin replied.

“But where do we go? Will someone find us?” Tori pressed.

Deidara zoned out as she needled him. One of the benefits of having nerds like Tori and Itachi on his team was that they could worry about all the boring details.

Breakfast was a lot of fruit, which at least looked decent, along with some salted meat and very hard bread. They also had pine needle tea out, which Deidara poured himself an extra large cup of.

Kushina was already wandering over to the Kiri duo before Tori had finished pouring her own tea, and Tori made an annoyed little hum at the back of her throat.

“I thought you wanted to be friends?” Deidara teased.

“I think he’s… too friendly,” Tori bemoaned. “Oh well.”

“Okay,” Deidara announced conspiratorially as he set his tray down next to Mangetsu’s. “First stage they told us we don’t need weapons, so it’s probably combat-free. But second stage… I say we get rid of the idiots hogging our bathroom, yeah.”

Mangetsu laughed. “Deal,” he said, showing off his horrid pointed teeth.

A group of Iwa-nin took them back up to the same building where they’d done their security check. They were then left in a waiting area as Iwa genin slowly filtered in in pairs and trios. Both Kushina and Kisame disappeared at some point, but Deidara barely noticed because he was fixated on one genin in particular.

Kurotsuchi, granddaughter of Oonoki and next in line to inherit his title, was in this exam. She sat perched on the back of one of the few chairs scattered around the room, chatting with two other Iwa-nin that Deidara assumed was her team. He didn’t recognize either of them; they were both in their mid-teens, and Deidara assumed they were assigned specifically to fill in Kurotsuchi’s team.

Deidara had liked Kurotsuchi, before. She was a chill person who thought his art was cool even if she never really got it, and she was willing to get him out of trouble when he “disobeyed orders” and “broke important rules.”

She was also an incredibly spoiled little thing. She hadn’t gone to the Academy with the plebians; she’d been trained from birth by private tutors. She’d always had everything handed to her, never having to do her own chores or take shitty D-ranks. Deidara hadn’t even been on her radar until he’d made Jounin and had his own reputation in the village, so he hadn’t met her until they were both teenagers.

Kurotsuchi had once confessed to him that she used to look down on other shinobi, who didn’t grow up with all the special training she did. She hadn’t realized it didn’t make her special or better until she was a chunin and was running missions with shinobi that were just as good if not more skilled than her. He didn’t know what she’d be like as an eleven-year-old; he suspected he wouldn’t like her.

He didn’t think she’d be much to worry about, in terms of the exam. Kurotsuchi was talented and well-trained, which would make her a standout among a more normal group of shinobi, but she wasn’t the screaming genius he or Itachi were. Tori might have to be careful, but…

“What?” Itachi asked, following his gaze. “Ah.”

Deidara thought about hitting him. No way he recognized her; he had to just be pretending to preserve how smart he was.

“Oh!” Tori exclaimed, like she also recognized her.

“Who is that?” Mangetsu asked, dropping his voice. Like they would just tell him–

“She’s the Tsuchikage’s granddaughter,” Tori supplied. Mangetsu blinked at her in surprise.

Goddammit, Tori, Deidara thought.

Tori turned to Deidara curiously. “Do you think she’ll be a problem?”

“I’m not an Iwa expert,” Deidara snapped in a bid to maintain his cover, but Itachi just raised his eyebrows at him like he was stupid. Which he wasn’t– he just had a cover story to stick to, why did Itachi have to– ugh! “Look, Iwa’s not like Konoha or Kiri. Tsuchikage is a hereditary title. They all expect her to be the next one; they’ll have given her all sorts of special training, regardless of how talented she is or isn’t, yeah.”

“Oooh,” Mangetsu said, turning to give her another one-over. He then much more subtly watched Tori out of the corner of his eye for a reaction.

Tori did not seem to notice, scanning the room and taking in the other entrants. Deidara was easily the youngest person here. Most people were in the range of fourteen to sixteen, which reflected the average age of promotion at fifteen. There weren’t any adults; if you got into your late teens and wanted a chunin promotion, you basically had to do it within your village’s internal mechanisms. The exams were for showing off new, young people.

Mangetsu pouted.

Eventually they were funneled into a line, at the end of which a bored looking Iwa chunin handed each one of them a form.

“It’s a liability waiver,” he said. “All exams have them. Don’t worry, it’s basic stuff.”

Tori, ex-secretary extraordinaire, became the first person in line to attempt to read the three page document of tiny text.

“Could you hurry up?” the chunin asked. “You’re holding up the line.”

“You cannot honestly expect me to sign something I haven’t read,” Tori replied.

Next to her, Itachi’s eyes flickered red as he flipped through the pages.

“It’s fine,” he concluded. “Tori, you can sign it.”

“Well,” Tori said, sounding annoyed, “can I get a copy for my records?”

“No,” the Iwa-nin replied flatly as Mangetsu snorted with laughter. “Sign it now or forfeit your exam.”

Tori signed it, although she looked incredibly unhappy about it.

“If a ninja tells you not to worry, you should worry,” Tori grumbled as another chunin directed them down a hallway.

“I read it, it’s fine,” Itachi told her. “If you’re that upset, I can recite it to you.”

He only got through one line before they were being ushered into a small briefings room. Mangetsu, who’d been trailing behind them, was directed to a different one. Each of them were handed a thin, short scroll, the kind you could tie to an animal or swallow in an emergency. Each was capped with a different color.

“Spread out,” one of the three chunin in their room commanded. They complied. Well, Deidra stayed where he was; Itachi took several steps back from him, and Tori retreated all the way to a corner. “Open your scroll and memorize it. Do not say anything or communicate with your teammates.”

Deidara’s was a string of coordinates. Easy.

“You will each follow one of us,” the chunin commanded after a few minutes.

They separated them.

Interesting, Deidara thought as he was led into an empty room. He was instructed to sit, and then the chunin tied his hands to the chair. Very interesting.

“The first stage of this exam is traditionally an information gathering exercise,” the chunin told him, dead serious. “This year, we have elected to test your ability to keep the information you’ve gathered confidential. The waiver you signed authorized the use of torture.”

“It’s fine,” Deidara mocked Itachi in his mind. Asshole.

“Okay,” Deidara said, grinning cheekily up at the proctor. “Bring it on, then.”

They didn’t actually torture him. Or, rather, they just left him alone for an hour and turned the AC up really high. He heard several muffled screams from both neighboring rooms, which would maybe freak some genin out. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone back for a second cup of tea…

Eventually the guy came back and started asking Deidara questions. Deidara didn’t think this was a very good interrogation, and he gave a lot of smartass answers. The guy had a lightning jutsu he used for a few mild shocks, but it wasn’t really what Deidara would classify as torture.

The proctor went away again. Deidara’s bladder situation was getting kind of dire… should he just escape, or would they count that as a fail? Decisions, decisions.

Eventually, the proctor came back with a napkin in his hand. As he shut the door behind him, the screams next door got louder.

“Your teammate is on the brink of talking,” he said. “But I’ll give you a deal. If you talk, you’ll pass. No questions asked.”

Deidara cocked his head to the side. “Not really the point of this test, is it?” he asked.

“Alright, I’ll explain,” the proctor said. “If none of you had talked, you would have passed. But…”

He opened the napkin in his hand. It contained a bloody tooth.

“The girl on your team got a more enthusiastic interrogator. She’s going to talk at any second, so you’re basically screwed,” He shoved the gross tooth under Deidara’s nose. “But I have a bet with her interrogator that I’d get you to talk first. Help me out, and I can convince my superior to let you into the next stage of the exam.”

Deidara leaned back in his seat so he could make eye contact with the chunin.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s all you have to do to pass,” the interrogator confirmed. The screams next door kept going.

“No,” Deidara said, letting a grin spread over his face. “Is that all you did to Tori? Because if it is, that’s not even close to enough to break her, yeah.”

He was pretty sure the streaming was on a loop, anyway. Kiddy shit, honestly.

xXx

“The waiver you signed authorized the use of torture,” the proctor informed Itachi.

“No, it didn’t,” Itachi replied.

The waiver had been the standard rigamarole that Konoha couldn’t start a war over him being killed or maimed as part of regular exam activities, with the understanding that Iwa had a responsibility to his safety, health, and wellbeing outside of explicit exam activities, as well as a clause about Iwa not assigning unusually cruel or difficult tasks. It honestly was only a page’s worth of text; they’d shrunk the font and repeated it five times over for the illusion of length to deter examinees from reading it.

Maybe he should have let Tori read it… oh well, she’d be fine.

The proctor seemed unsure what to do with this statement, as he then just left. Rude.

They started recordings of a lot of screams in neighboring rooms. Itachi’s nose itched. He slipped a hand free of his restraints and scratched it, then replaced his hand. Sometime later his proctor returned.

With a twitch of his fingers, the proctor was in his genjutsu and explaining the parameters of… whatever this was.

“So an escape counts as a pass?” Itachi verified.

“Yes.”

Itachi walked out of the room.

xXx

“Oooh, the prisoner’s dilemma,” Tori said. “How fun. So we all pass if none of us say anything, but you’re going to tell me I’ll pass if I talk and my teammate’s don’t?”

The proctor looked vaguely taken aback. Just a little; Iwa-nin were pretty good at hiding their emotions.

“How does this work for solo entrants?” Tori asked, wondering what they were making Mangetsu do right now.

The proctor walked right out and left her for a very long time. The room got significantly colder, and the muffled screams got louder. Tori stretched out her legs in front of her and eyed her toe nails. She should have let Kushina paint them green…

This was pretty uncomfortable. And boring. And twice the fake proctor came in and shocked her with a device in his hand, promising it would only get worse. Would other genin think this was torture?

The proctor came back with a bloody tooth and said it was Deidara’s.

Tori raised her eyebrows. “From which mouth?”

The proctor was struggling more and more to control his face. What a horrible fake interrogator. “The one in his head.”

This obviously wasn’t Deidara’s tooth for several reasons, one of which being that the building was still standing, and the main one being that Tori was pretty sure that it wasn't even a real tooth.

So how did she pass? She obviously wasn’t supposed to do what the interrogator wanted her to do and hand over the list of names she had, even as the interrogator promised she'd pass if she just talked before Deidara or Itachi as a favor to the proctor. Did she just have to hang out for a certain period of time, or give a speech about how she would never yield? The desk-nin said they’d get an hour break for lunch, and that someone would find them then and they’d have their weapons by the time the second stage started at noon, so they had to be done by eleven…

“....no,” she said when the interrogator was done with his lie about winning a bet. Then much more firmly she repeated, “No.”

“Your teammate is going to break anyway,” he said, hilariously dire.

“No, he’s not,” Tori replied. “And neither is Itachi, and neither am I. You’re wasting everyone’s time. Doesn’t the next stage start at noon?”

The Iwa-nin paused. He frowned.

“Who told you that?”

“I’m not supposed to talk,” Tori said, smiling benignly.

A very pained look flashed across the proctor's face, and then he left. Around fifteen minutes later, a woman showed up to untie her and tell her passed.

Tori was led into a cafeteria for their promised meal break, where Itachi found her immediately.

“You could have just escaped,” he told her. “I had to talk to Mangetsu for an hour without you.”

“Sorry?” Tori replied.

“Tori!” Mangetsu yelled from a seat at one of the long tables in the room. He waved enthusiastically at her.

“Sorry,” Tori repeated.

Deidara showed up a few minutes later. Probably only about two-thirds the entrants had passed, and they were able to spread out over the tables.

“What’s a normal pass rate?” Tori asked. “Is this high? It seems like that was too easy. Also, Mangetsu, what did they make you do?”

Mangetsu had no idea. They’d given him three scrolls and the spiel about having authorized torture, and then he’d just left.

“Is the best way to avoid revealing info to just leave?” he said when Tori expressed surprise at how quickly he’d made this decision.

“Gods,” Deidara said, craning his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should have just left, yeah. I almost pissed myself.”

“Why didn’t you leave?” Itachi asked. “Surely you could escape a test meant for a genin. Or did you not think of it?”

Tori sighed and moved down one seat away from them as Deidara threw a punch at Itachi. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t currently have clay on him.

#reborn au #my writing #i've been going back and forth on if team 4 calls her kushina-sensei or just kushina in-text #and i think i might stick to just kushina because otherwise it is a lot to type LMAO

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trailblazethegalaxy · 11 days

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Space Patisserie ~ *Argenti*

Summary: Argenti is on the hunt for the perfect baguette in the galaxy. It isn't until he stumbles upon your little bakery that he finds exactly what he's looking for... plus more...

Pairing: Argenti X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 710

Warning: A little OOC? IDK this is my first time writing for him and I feel I got his character wrong...

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In Argenti's mind, it's very hard to find a good baguette in the galaxy. His usual bakery had been out of business for the past five years and he hadn't been able to find another that could replicate the taste since. So you can imagine his surprise when he found a little patisserie in practically the middle of nowhere while his ship was getting serviced.

As his spaceship got looked at, he decided to spend some time in the patisserie. It was elegantly decorated in beautiful pastels. The inside smelled heavenly. An assortment of cakes, pies, and other baked goods were exquisitely displayed in the large display cabinet that spanned the length of the shop. Everything looked too beautiful to eat. Argenti couldn't help but smile. He had a good feeling about this place. Perhaps this will be the place that replaces his bakery that shutdown so long ago.

As he perused the assortment of delicacies, he failed to see the baker of the shop slip out of the kitchen to restock. She jolted a little at the sight of him before smiling.

"Hello sir. Welcome to Patisserie Galaxie. Can I interest you in any of our fine selection of baked goods today?"

Argenti glanced up at her and froze for a split second. Despite the streak of flour on her cheek and the dusting in her hair, she looked absolutely exquisite. With her pastel pink uniform, she looked as lovely as the baked treats she made. And she seemed just as sweet.

"You wouldn't happen to make baguettes, would you?" He asked. Patisseries weren't usually known for having bread products. But perhaps this place would be the exception.

She pursed her lips before giving a small nod. "We do, but let me make sure I have some left in stock. Bread goes fast around here considering it lasts longer on ships."

He can't help but chuckle and nod. "You are correct. But perhaps I'll snag a sweet treat on my way out."

She flashes him a sweet smile and he can feel his heart flutter beneath all of his armor. She truly was like all the sweet delicacies she crafted. He couldn't help but become instantly charmed by her. She was a true delight.

Eventually she returned with two baguettes all wrapped up. "You're in luck. I have a few loaves left over from this morning. They should still be fresh. If you'd like, I can throw some of our fruit spreads in, free of charge."

"Oh no, I couldn't. If I'm going to take something from you, I'm going to pay for it." He explained. He then glanced down at the display cases. "But I was wondering, do you have a suggestion as to what a person like me should take as a sweet treat?"

"Let me think." She mumbled under your breath. She looked through all of the treats she made throughout the day, trying to select the perfect one.

As she explained certain creations to him, Argenti tried to pay attention. However he found himself increasingly drawn to her eyes and her lips. She was a walking vision and she was so eloquent in her speaking. How could he not be attracted to such beauty?

"But I think, out of everything I make here, I think this one will strike your fancy." She pulled out an apple tart, about the size of a small lunch plate. All of the apple slices were arranged to look like a rose. It was perfect.

He nodded. "Yes, I'll take it. Thank you."

She beckoned him to the cash register before she bagged and calculated all of his purchases. When she was done and he had paid the correct amount of credits, plus a little extra as a tip, she bid him goodbye.

"I'll be sure to visit again soon." He assured her.

She flashed another one of her bright smiles, and it felt like he was about to develop a cavity from her sugary sweetness. "I look forward to your next visit, sir."

"Argenti, please."

She nodded. "Yes, of course, Argenti."

He swears he could've died hearing her say his name. "Until we meet again, my dear."

"Good luck and don't stay away too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction #Honkai: Star Rail Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #Knights of Beauty #Argenti #Argenti X Reader #Argenti Fanfiction #Argenti Drabble #Argenti Fluff #Bakery #Bakery AU #Drabble #Fluff

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strawurberries · 1 year

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i loved your post about vash and reader’s stretch marks. i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is afraid of getting fat, so she skips meals or replaces them with water?

Missed Meals

Summary: Vash notices a change in his companion's behavior. Worried, he decides to confront her.

Authors Note: I'm glad you liked my other post! I hope you like this one as well (though I'm a little nervous because I got stuck writing this and I'm afraid it came out bad). Also, just want to add, I've struggled with eating disorders before (not from self-image but more like Vash's "I don't deserve to eat") so I understand. Everyone is beautiful in their own right and deserves to eat!!! Love all of you guys!!

Warnings: Self-hate, eating disorder.

It started off small; giving her bread to Milly instead of finishing it off, ordering a lighter meal instead of the usual hardy one she adored, and sometimes she simply said, “I’m not that hungry”. But actions like hers always lead to a slippery slope, one that tends to wrap its dirt-crusted nails around its victim and drag them into an early grave. She had never been someone who ate enough to feed an entire village, but not even she could survive on sips of water and the guilty crumbs she rarely allowed herself to consume. After a while though, it became natural, second nature to head off to bed while the sun still hung in the sky, claiming that exhaustion outweighed her hunger—which, she supposed, wasn’t all a lie.

The best lie, she had been told once, is the one that includes the truth.

Now, she recalled that advice as she sat at a table in the back of this dingy town bar. What should she say? What could she say? Recently she had been using up all her excuses left and right, the hunger in her belly growing and the pain in her heart becoming ever more sharp. The group had decided to stop by a local bar before heading to the hotel for the night, nearly everyone complaining about the rough day that had been forced to suffer through. And, to them, a drink was something they were eager to welcome. She, if she hadn’t been too preoccupied with her stomach pains, probably would’ve ordered a whiskey to clear her head of every annoying little thought.

She opted for water though. The least she could do was drink water; she owed it to herself, and so she honored that obligation. Throat parched, mouth achy; the water tasted amazing.

The bar erupted in a shout as someone tripped, roaring laughter drowning out the domestic conversation of her table. Too loud. Vaguely she heard someone mention dinner—she cringed. She did promise herself that she’d finally eat a crumb or a bite tonight (after nearly passing out yesterday she became all too aware of her weakness). She wasn’t dumb, she knew she’d have to eat eventually, that she’d wither away—but one more night, one more meal skipped, it couldn’t do any more harm, right? Besides, from what she had seen on the menu, the foods were all greasy, full of fat and carbs, and wouldn’t help her figure at all.

I just want to look pretty, she reasoned, skipping a meal tonight will help that. God forbid she ate too much and all her progress disappeared: letting that baby fat back under her chin, the muffin-top around her waist, or even the extra flesh on her belly? She’d rather die than let her body look like that again, much less look worse. It terrified her to her core. She needed to look good, and that meant, to her at least, that she must be skinny, thin, and agreeable. Starvation is a small price to pay for beauty.

A waiter slowly started to make their way across the room, eyes set on her table.

I need to go.

She stood up, giving a small smile, “I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

“You’re leaving already Miss?” Milly asked, “it’s still early enough for one drink! C’mon!” She raised her glass and grinned, “look! Mr. Wolfwood and Mr. Vash are already enjoying themselves!”

Drunken giggles erupted across the table.

“Oh Milly,” Meryl sighed, “let the girl get her rest. God knows we all need it.” She waved her hand with the flick of her wrist, “if it wasn’t for the trouble you’re all bound to cause, I would’ve already left myself.”

“Hey!” Wolfwood barked out, “we’ve never caused trouble a day in our lives. . . well, can’t say much for Needle-noggin’ here.”

“It’s not my fault!” Vash cried, “trouble finds me! I always run away from it!” He sobbed into the table, “can’t a man catch a break?!”

Wolfwood laughed and patted him on the back, “it’s all God’s plan, my friend.”

“Well he sure does have a stupid plan!”

With a smile and silent wave, she slipped out from the table and weaved through the bar, the happy expression quickly falling off her face. I’m tired, she thought to herself, ignoring the biting air of the night. A dull ache in the pit of her belly made her stop for a moment, really tired. . .

She barely remembers getting back to the hotel, much less how she managed to get dressed and settled in bed before that wretched knocking woke her up. With a skip of her heart and a rapid smack of her arms to get the blankets off her cold body, she jumped out of bed and reached for the gun she had tossed on the floor. One smooth movement and she delicately wrapped her fingers around the metal. She didn’t even think about the possibility of her friends needing help, or perhaps just room service making their rounds; the only thing on her mind was the fact that she wasn’t prepared to die that night.

“Who’s there?” she grumbled out, ducking to hide beside the door, back to the wall. She rubbed lazy circles into the metal, finger twitching every so slightly over the trigger. She had never been the greatest shot, nor the most eager to kill, but she would do what had to be done if it came down to it.

“Vash.”

She blinked, sleep-clogged mind getting dunked into a vat of mean, old reality. Her situation hit her upside the head and she resisted the urge to put her face between her knees and groan about how dumb she is. Instead of wallowing in her stupidity (which, if you really think about it, wasn’t the worst reaction she could’ve had), she sighed, “oh.” A spike of relief shot through her like a summer’s breeze on a warm day. Shoulders relaxing and muscles begging to be sent back to bed. . . only, she wasn’t tired anymore. I’m not sleeping tonight, am I? Her heart still beat like a drum, thumping in her chest like no tomorrow, and her body—taunt and tense, ready for a moment's attack; that’s how she’s survived this long, by being prepared for every situation no matter the outcome.

“Can uh. . . can I come in?” Squeaked out Vash.

She cursed and opened the door, wooden creaking echoing throughout the hotel hallway, letting her occupied hand hang by her side, “yeah, sorry. What’s the matter?”

Vash stood in his usual clothes—red coat, ridiculous pants, and bulky boots; his gloves though, she noticed, he wasn’t wearing gloves. He gave her a small smile, “sorry did I scare ya?”

The smile made her less mad about the ordeal, kind and small. He never smiled too widely or genuinely, just enough to show that he cared, that he knew what happiness looked like—though she knew that he thought he’d never be able to obtain happiness, a faraway dream is how he described it to be. Oh, how if given the chance, she would give him all the joy he would ever want.

She shoved that thought aside.

“A little,” she raised the gun and gestured with it for Vash to come inside. “Why are you up so late?”

He slid into the room silently, walking over to sit on the edge of her bed, “couldn’t sleep.” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

That was a lie. She could tell. “Want to talk?” She locked the door and once again tossed her gun next to her bed, hoping it wouldn’t go off from the rough handling. “Or jus’ need someone here?”

“Just talking, if you don’t mind.”

She nodded, “a’right. How was your day?”

He smiled, “good. You?”

“Peachy.”

The conversation died off.

Neither of them really knew what to say—unspoken words disease the heart and kill the soul, making the tongue bloated and thick. She, not knowing how to comfort her friend as her mind wandered from her own problems to the world’s in general, and he wasn’t sure how to get his point across.

Silence.

Vash cleared his throat, finally collecting his words, “are you. . . okay?” The question hung in the air sourly, sucking any sense of comfort out and churning it into an uninhabitable room of misery. He flinched, as if the mood of the room was hurting him physically. “You’ve been acting a little different lately.”

She leaned against the door, hoping the action would give her the confidence to either run away or admit her inner-thoughts.“Hmm? Fine, you?” She turned her gaze away. Could she run? No, he’d catch her in less than three seconds and her trying to slip out of the room would be an admission of her guilt. But she really didn’t want to talk about herself. She’s doing okay, isn’t she? Just a little tired, anxious, and sad. . . but she’ll get over it. Besides, it’s not like she’s dead yet.

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

Oh how painfully awkward this all was.

The bed squeaked as he moved to get into a more comfortable position, “I have some leftovers in my room, from dinner, if you want any.” He tapped his leg with his fingers, head angled slightly to watch her expression.

He knows.

Those eyes, no matter how much of a kind smile or goofy aura he carefully crafted to show everyone, his eyes gave away every part of his secret-self. The part of him that was scarily intelligent, observant, and abnormally calculating—a man smart enough to play dumb and a man strong enough to be kind. That part of him is what interested her so, the gravity that pulled her attention to him everytime he entered a room.

He knows.

With a defeated sigh she rubbed her shoulder and walked over to the bed, shoving herself behind him to lay back down. If she had to bare her soul to him, the least he could allow her to do was to be vulnerable while being comfortable. He moved slightly to allow her more room, facing away from her as if her very gaze would burn him. “I’m not hungry,” she gave one last effort to cover her lie, to toss her truth out the window in the hopes that it would be buried in the sand.

“You said that yesterday too.” He stared across the room, back rigid.

The sands never work in your favor.

“Huh,” she faced the wall, “guess I did.” The blankets were scratchy, old, and ratty, but she pulled them up to her chin nonetheless. She was tired now. All her adrenaline had poured out of her mouth, dripping onto the creaky wooden floor, seeping into the ground beneath.

“And the day before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

She closed her eyes, knowing she had finally been caught in her web of little half-truths. “Haven’t had the stomach to eat anything lately.” Perhaps she could escape this somehow—even though she knew it was futile, part of her accepting the fact that he wouldn’t let this go—, make him run away and stop caring, God that caring! It annoyed her to ends she had never seen before, yet she loved it so. If only he didn’t care, she clenched her fist into the blanket, then this wouldn’t have happened. And it’s not like she’s dying! Nor is she killing herself or drawing blood, she’s only skipping a meal every once in a while.

“I don’t. . .,” Vash trailed off locking his fingers together, “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re starving yourself.” He sat the words quickly, sharply, and promptly, as if he was afraid of them and needed to throw them out of his mouth as soon as possible.

All lies come to an end.

“I know.”

But wouldn’t it be nice if they could live forever?

He bit his lip. “Why?”

“You’re prying,” she snapped.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

The conversation died off.

She didn’t mean to sound so rough and uncaring—the opposite of that gentleman—but a fear had struck her heart and she couldn’t stop it. The only way to feel okay, to be okay, was if Vash stopped caring, stopped worrying, and walked out of the room without a second glance (no matter how much that would hurt). Only he had the power to alleviate this anxious pain but she knew she would never allow her to wallow in misery alone.

What did Wolfwood say? She thought to herself, misery enjoys company?

The air turned from sour to stiff, oppressing; like a hand had come to clasp her throat, fingers digging into flesh and muscles spasming as they tried to escape the hold, only it was fruitless.

“Sometimes,” Vash’s voice cut through the air, peeling the layers of devilish emotions back. Slowly he shuffled down to lay next to her, on his back, hands laced over his chest. “I feel like I don’t deserve to eat. . . how can I allow myself to eat when I know how the people I failed, the people I let die, will never be able to enjoy things like that again? And, really, I think part of me hopes I’ll die from starvation, so I can take an easy way out.” He paused and let out a shuddering sigh.

She didn’t move.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, and you don’t have to tell me, but I understand in part. And if you ever need anything, I’m here. Okay?”

Why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to care? And why did she want to accept it so damn bad? If he had never noticed, if he had never looked at her with those eyes, if he had never met her—then she’d be living in her little palace of warped perception like a Queen of nothing but barren hearts. A ruler of her own land, a lawmaker who bows to no one; only this man had come into her secluded little kingdom, raided the halls of the castle, and whisked her away to feel the sun. It hurt her. To know how delicious the outside tasted, yet know how her soul felt safer within her prison.

“Do you think,” the words died in her tongue, nervousness making her numb. To hell with it, he already figured it out. Might as well bite the bullet.“ That I look pretty?” she whispered.

Silence.

Oh, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? The silence hurt in her ways that she didn’t even know could hurt.

Vash choked on his own spit and coughed, “w-what?”

Suddenly she wished the silence was still there.

Of course he’d have a reaction like that! She’s ugly, big, and broken. Why did she think it’s run out any different? “Nevermind.” She buried her face into the blanket, biting back a rumble of sobs in her throat; eyes stinging gently.

“No! No! You—you just caught me off guard! I think you’re beautiful, really.” He turned over frantically, hand awkwardly hovering over her shoulder as he talked into her neck.

“You wouldn’t think the same way if I was bigger,” she curled into herself, “if I was fatter.” She aggressively wiped her tears away, “and skipping a couple meals isn’t too bad if it’s for a good reason, you know?” She wasn’t sure if she was believing herself at this point.

He was silent.

“No matter what,” he twiddled his thumbs, ears turning red, “I think you’d still be beautiful. If you were taller, shorter, thinner, bigger, only had one leg or, um, like lost both eyes or something—” he heard her lowly whisper an audible “what?”, “I’d still think you’d look amazing. And, if anyone says otherwise, they don’t deserve you.” He hesitantly set a hand on her shoulder, rubbing comforting circles, “no matter what, I still cherish you.”

Her voice cracked, “thank you Vash.” His words didn’t convince her entirely, but still, they were nice to hear.

He hummed. “I know my words aren’t going to fix everything, but we can start here, if you want?”

She let out a bubbling sigh, trying desperately to keep her tears away in order not to embarrass herself further. “I'm scared.”

“That’s okay, I get scared all the time. I’ll be right here for you, the whole way.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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onmyyan · 7 months

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For some reason a weird dream has now cause me to think about delmont brothers owning a superstore. Probably because i work at the coop and im obsessed with Caspian, but anyhoo....

Caspian is in the bakery, fresh cinnamon swirls, pecan maple plaits, apple crowns, doughnuts, bread... You name it, daily. You'll see him early doors carefully putting it all out in the stand. Making sure there are no pesky fruit flies around to keep everything nice and tidy, the bakery is always spotless, any extras left in the freezers for the next day, all dates carefully placed on too, will help with customers sometimes too, old ladies actually love him, some come in more than once a day if they see he's on a checkout. Pros of this for him is he finishes work at 2pm, meaning he has all afternoon and night to lavish his darling with love.

Gabe is pro shelve stocker, he's always on the store floor. Date checking stock, restocking, takes in the deliveries for later at night as Caspian does the early morning ones, reduces everything that's close to going out of date, he's often found helping the older ladies get things from the top shelves, will happily work late into the night, as waking up early is not his thing at all, plus, lazy morning cuddles with his darling? Sign him the fuck up.

Ricky deals with the managment side, plus he's go to person if a customer gets rude and Manny can't handle it, will happily tell people to get to fuck, you want to speak to a manager huh? Bitch he is the manager. He's the one to call for what stock needs to be delivered, takes inventory, deals with the cash office to make sure the tills have plenty of change, though if he's not in Caspian will make sure the tills have change, just general deals with the boring bit, but he's really good at it, and looks good doing it too

Marcos will happily sit on a till most days, as with his twin, especially watching self checkout zone. The chaos of customer stupidity is just chef kiss, watching the machine constantly scream because the customer is leaning on it, and then watching said customer blame the machine, funny stuff. If there is one thing he loves most though. Its getting to put the little stickers on the reductions so Gabe can put them on the appropriate shelf. Sets himself little personal goals to see how quickly he can reduce it all in price. More of a morning person as he loves spending the night with his darling, also means he can go party at night

Manny is also tills guy, also loves watching the chaos of self checkouts. Absolutely adores arrogant customers, theres nothing he loves more than putting them in their place, its only when he really can't handle it that Ricky will be called down. Will happily chase down theiving customers without a shadow of a doubt, they won't escape without paying what is due, the man works night though, not a morning person by any means, you every worked on a hangover? Its a no go for manny.

The brothers all wear headsets for both convenience sake, and also, if a rat turns up... Well i suppose they'll need to make a bit of space in the warehouse, no other customers will hear them there. Plus, manny and Marcos will gossip about customers while on shift together over the headsets too, both a distaction and entertainment for the other brothers as they work.

Y'all are on fire with these Delmont concepts omfg thank you so so much for sharing lovely

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers

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alwritey-aphrodite · 7 months

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I’m so excited for fall prompts!! Please do Jamie tart with prompt 31. Fall farmer market?

2023 Fall Blurbs

Spending a morning with Jamie is a rare luxury, despite the fact that you’ve lived together for months. During the week, he’s up and out of the door for training with Roy before the sun even thinks about rising, and most Saturdays he needs to get ready for the match of the week, regardless of if it’s home or away. Sundays, though, are always your mornings.

It’s the one day that Jamie takes a break from all his extra training, and if he ever has a match, it’s later in the afternoon, giving you plenty of time to spend together. Most mornings, you simply take advantage of waking up next to each other, spending hours wrapped in each other’s arms and talking about whatever comes to mind. Sometimes, though, you’ll get dressed and head out to a cafe or a little restaurant for a nice breakfast that neither of you have to cook.

On one of these trips to your favorite cafe, you stumble upon a fall farmer’s market, booths set up and spread out all along the Richmond Green. Without even thinking, Jamie changes course and heads towards the stalls, knowing how much you miss all the summer markets once the weather cools off.

There’s plenty of fresh produce still, berries left over from the summer harvests and apples and pears and more vegetables than you could count. You pick up plenty, knowing how intense Jamie takes his training and knowing how much he loves fresh fruit. Looking up after paying and thanking the stall worker, you realize that Jamie’s wandered off to a tent farther ahead, and you hurry to meet up with him.

“I got these for you,” you both say in unison, your hands full of fresh fruit and vegetables while Jamie holds out a bouquet of orange and yellow flowers. You grin as Jamie eagerly hands you the flowers and takes the bag of produce, glancing inside before pressing a kiss to your cheek in thanks.

The two of you wander the rest of the market hand in hand, stopping at whatever stalls catch your eye, with Jamie buying you anything you even mention liking offhand. You find a booth selling coffee and pastries, deciding to get your Sunday breakfast there instead of continuing on your original plan to your usual coffee shop and heading home with your haul of produce and flowers and fresh bread and pastries.

All in all, it was a perfect morning that bleeds into a perfect afternoon, spending it cuddled on the couch with Jamie while indulging in your favorite seasonal treats as a movie plays. You love and appreciate everything Jamie does for you, the extravagant dates and expensive gifts and fancy dinners, but you think days like this are just as good or even better.

Getting to spend time with Jamie, getting to cuddle with him and wear his hoodies and treat him to something he loves makes Sunday the best day of the week and makes days like today the memories that you cherish the most while you’re apart and waking up to a cold bed. For now, though, you’re cuddled together under a warm blanket and everything’s perfect.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fluff

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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What can I get you? Part 5

After the little incident that happened at the drive-thru and the revelation that Jaune has female fans. Bleiss has taken the time to investigate who are the girls who want to take her man away from her. Right now she is sitting on the farthest chair in the room. she wears a raincoat, a large scarf on top of her head, some sunglasses, and she is drinking a soda.

Weiss: Bleiss, what are you doing?

Bleiss turns her head in surprise and sees her sister in uniform sweeping the floor next to her table.

Bleiss: How did you know it was me?! I use this outfit to go unnoticed.

Weiss: It's a good outfit, but nobody in their right mind would come to eat at a fast food restaurant wearing Prada.

Bleiss: You're right, I would have worn Louis Vuitton.

Weiss: My God. What are you doing sitting here? Aren't you going to flirt with my Jaune?

Bleiss: Your Jaune?

Weiss: You heard me.

The two girls glare at each other for a moment but Bleiss stops and takes a deep breath.

Bleiss: I'm sorry sis, but I don't have time to fight with you right now. I have to know who are the admirers who want to take my Jaune from my arms.

Weiss: You are wasting your time. Most of his fans are older women who flirt with him for fun. Nothing serious.

Bleiss: Ok, and the rest?

Weiss: The rest are… what would you call them?… they are... aggressive in their own unique way.

Bleiss: So they like to go on the offensive. My respects, not many women dare to take the first step.

Weiss: I wouldn't feel that way about them. Look at them first and then tell me if you like them or not.

Bleiss: Whatever. Since you work here. What time will the first bitch arrive?

Weiss: *Looks at her watch* It will arrive at any moment. She works at the bookstore near here. Her name is Blake.

Bleiss: She works at a bookstore? Ha! I bet she looks like a nerd. With braids and a hideous sweater.

Weiss: Here she comes.

The front door of the restaurant opens and a beautiful girl with black hair appears. She is wearing a dark blue button down blouse, and her sleeves are up to her elbow. The collar of the blouse was round, the buttons were dark silver. She also wears a brown skirt with lines that make a square pattern. Dark blue stockings and brown boots the same color as the skirt. She also wears a brown beret. Her figure was that of a model, long legs, a small waist, and a generous chest. But what stood out the most about her was her huge ass. Bleiss, she couldn't believe it.

Bleiss: Holy shit! How can a bookstore girl be so hot?

Weiss: And wait till you see how she flirts with Jaune.

At the counter

Blake: Hey Jaune~

Jaune: Hi Blake, how have you been?

Blake: After seeing you, I feel excellent today. And you?

Jaune: So so. What can it get you?

Blake: Did you read the book I lent you?

Jaune: That's not on the menu, but I did read the book.

Blake: Did you like it?

Jaune: I liked it, but I would like it more if you told me what you are going to order.

Blake: Do you want to act a few scenes with me? Especially the spicier parts~

Jaune: So you'll order the usual. Got it.

Blake: What do you say, you want to be my hero tonight?~

Jaune: Here is your order. A fish sandwich with extra mayonnaise, fries, and an iced raspberry tea. Anything else?

Blake: *Smiles* You~

Jaune: I'm sorry miss, but that's not on the menu.

Blake: Tease *Swipes her card and pays* One of these days I'll convince you. See you later Jaune~ *wink*

She takes the food and goes to sit at one of the empty tables.

Bleiss: Huh, she went for the kill, she's good. But she is not good like me.

Weiss: Says the girl who is still trying to get a date.

Bleiss: Shut it. Also, the way you talked about her, I thought they she would be more dangerous.

Weiss: Is not over.

Blake then comes back to the counter.

Blake: Jaune, there's something wrong with my food.

Jaune: I'm sorry to heard that, what's wrong?

Blake removes the bread from the top of the sandwich and points with her finger.

Jaune: I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Blake: Look closely.

Jaune: *Gets closer* I see nothing.

Blake: Closer

Jaune: I still see nothing.

Blake: *Slowly move the sandwich towards her* Just keep looking.

Jaune: *follows the sandwich* I could see it better if you stopped moving the sand-!

Without warning Blake used a free hand to hold Jaune's face and she lick his cheek.

Jaune: *Surprised and blushing* Blake!

Blake: That was what was wrong. Something sweet was missing.

As an embarrassed Jaune retreats to the staff room, Weiss and Bleiss were shocked. Weiss knows Blake is bold, but this is the first time he's seen her do this.

Bleiss: She just lick my Darling!

Weiss: Normally she kisses his cheek. This is the first time she has done this!

Bleiss: She normally kisses his cheek?!!! *Angry* That's it, I'll tell that girl to leave my man alone!

Bleiss was about to stand up, until the restaurant doors are flung open and a loud voice fills the room.

Yang: I'm starving!

A girl with light skin and blonde hair draws attention in the room. She has her hair in a ponytail. She wears a white sleeveless top and on top of that she wears a black leather jacket. She is also wearing some gray jeans, black boots, and a pair of sunglasses that she still hasn't taken off her face. But what bothers Bleiss the most is that she has huge tits, as big as two melons if she can describe it like that.

Bleiss: Who is this loud bitch?

Weiss: Shit, she came early. Her name is Yang.

Bleiss: She's another admirer?

Weiss: Yes. She is a boxing coach in the afternoons for her father's gym. She usually arrives later. I hope she doesn't cause trouble.

Bleiss: Huh?

Yang: Now where is my Lover Boy?!

Bleiss: Lover Boy?

Weiss: That's what she calls Jaune.

She looks around the restaurant and sees Jaune coming out of the staff room to clean some tables.

Yang: *Smiles* I found you~

She walks up to him, spanks him, and she leaves her hand there.

Jaune: Hey!

Yang: *She takes off her sunglasses* Hello Jaune, you look delicious as usual~

Jaune: Yang, I told you not to do that!

Yang: You say that but I know you love it~

Jaune: *A little upset* Yang....

Yang: What's wrong, your work has you stressed? I have an idea. How about we go out for a couple of beers after your shift is over? *She hugs his arm and presses her chest against it* And if that isn't enough, we can go to my apartment to hang out~ What do you say?

Jaune: Thanks, but I have to decline your offer. I have an exam the next day.

Yang: In that case, let's both go straight to my place and I'll help you relax.~ I assure you that you will wake up as a new man and ready for the exam.

Jaune: Tempting but I have things to do today besides studying.

Yang: I can give you a hand *Show him a little bit of cleavage* and maybe more~

Bleiss: I will kill that bitch!!

Weiss: *Stops her* Wait, don't get your hands dirty. Let nature take its course.

Bleiss: The fuck?! What the hell does that mean?!

Weiss: Just watch.

Jaune: Thanks for the offer, but I have-

Blake: *Hugs jaune's other arm* Better things to do than be with a cow like you.

Yang: Hi Blake, always so sweet. How are you, alone as always?

Blake: Alone with my dear Jaune. We are very close.

Jaune: I wouldn't say close, more like acquaintances.

Yang: It seems that Lover boy here does not like to be with you. Why don't you go away and let him have fun with a real woman.

Jaune: Actually, I'd rather go back to work.

Blake: Jaune you are always responsible. That's something I like about you~

Yang: Calm down kitty. Jaune, have you been exercising? Your arms feel stronger and more muscular~

Blake: *She lets go of his arm* Why don't you go eat a salad somewhere else? You're already top heavy, you don't want to put more weight on your stomach.

Yang: *She also lets go of his arm* Listen to your own slut advice. Have your hips always been so big or is it because of all the food you swallow like a pig?

Blake: Are you still upset because your mom doesn't love you? poor thing

Yang: How about your ex boyfriend? He's still in that terrorist cult?

Blake: Shut the fuck up!

Yang: Make me, you whore!

The two girls started hitting each other. They pulled their hair, they scratched each other, and they gave each other some good blows here and there. Everything was going from bad to worse until the manager appeared.

Junior: What's going on here?! *He looks at the fight.* Hey! Yang, Blake, break it up or I kick you both out of my restaurant!

The two girls stop and each go their own way. Blake to sit down to eat and Yang to order her food.

Junior: Jaune, I need you to take out the trash.

Jaune: Yes sir.

Junior: Thanks. *Leaves*

Jaune leaves, heading to the back of the kitchen for the trash.

Bleiss: Why Junior didn't kick them out right away? I am going to talk with him.

Weiss: Sister wait. You can't kick them out.

Bleiss: Why not? It is our family restaurant. We can do that.

Weiss: Yes, but...

Bleiss: But?

Weiss: They... They are my friends.

Bleiss: You are friends with the enemy?!!

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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M6 with MC who's passionate in culinary and cuisines, love to take their lover to food trips and cook for them a lot, even testing out their new recipes to M6

dont feel pressured to take this request, have a lovely day you lovely human being

(also i wanna share a little headcanon of mine; Lucio is big on cuisines, he probably grew up with eating limited variations of foods so when he became the count he was so excited to try out new kinds of food and developed a little passion for it)

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a foodie MC

~ as someone who grew up internationally and makes their own bread and cheese instead of buying it, this is a request that makes me grin. thanks for the smile, anon! - brainrot ~

Julian

We already know how comforting Mazelinka's homemade soup is for him (magic or otherwise)

We also know that he's terrible at remembering to eat regularly, or choose things that taste good

If he walks into the kitchen to see you, his greatest love, cooking a nutritious and delicious meal to share with him, he may propose on the spot. Or melt. Or both

That said, his palate isn't very well refined, so if you're looking for detailed culinary feedback you won't be getting much

However, he can be quite the poet. When it comes to praise, he'll be groaning out compliments between each delicious bite and raving about it until the next homemade meal

Delighted to go on food trips with you, he knows all kinds of questionable shortcuts

It will become apparent that he can't follow most of the conversation (palate cleanser? I don't even know her!) but he will try his best

Is very good at making friends with whoever you're interacting with. You get a lot of extra samples because of him

Randomly brings people home to eat your cooking because according to him it's so good it'll cure any and all problems

Asra

They're a pretty decent cook themselves, which is a lot of fun when you get to take turns introducing your favorite foods to each other

He's also the type to regularly try recreating dishes he's eaten on his travels without any reference or recipe

It never turns out right, but it always tastes good

They love trying new things and are your most eager taste-tester. No matter how intimidating the culinary process is, they are wholly fascinated and invested

Food trips are his favorite thing

They'll happily take you to all the places they've visited, dragging you to the hole-in-the-walls that only locals know about and avoiding the places that gave them food poisoning previously

When he's on a solo journey, he'll keep an eye out for any ingredients you've mentioned and bring them back for you

As well as any remotely food-related thing that tickled their fancy

Did you want a stone mill taking up space on your roof? Not necessarily, but you have one now, and he's really excited to try making flour (and then bread) with it at least once before you get rid of it

Nadia

Fully supportive of your culinary endeavors

She has a taste for fine things herself. If those fine things were made by her beloved MC? She's all for it

Tries not to show too much excitement when you express a love for exploring other cuisines, she misses Prakran food so badly and can never find it made right

Regularly takes you to eat dishes prepared by Vesuvia's finest chefs

When you mention a food trip she pounces on the opportunity to eat all of her favorite Prakran delicacies with you

She may or may not pay her favorite spiced swordfish cook to give you an afternoon of lessons on how it's made. Only after you've said you would like the opportunity, of course

She's not much of a cook herself (she's always had in-house chefs) but she has a very well developed palate. Her culinary feedback is immaculate

It's hard for her to make the kind of time necessary to go on regular food trips with you, but that doesn't stop her from ordering all sorts of treats

She'll wait until you're relaxing in the garden with her to pull out the most recent delivery so she can watch your eyes light up

Muriel

The opposite of a foodie

That is, until you get your hands on him

One of your first positive interactions is getting him to try Selasi's bread and savoring the flavor together

He still has to shake himself out of the "food is fuel that I can't expect consistent access to" mentality, but you being around really helps

Nothing makes the hut feel more like home than watching you painstakingly put a meal together, playing with ingredients and spices like they're fun and not something to be scarfed down

Happy to go on trips with you, not so happy about all the human interaction that comes with the food part

But he loves fueling your interest, so he will start researching all kinds of cuisines based around foraging

Cooking becomes so much fun like this - he'll show up with a pile of foraged ingredients that he can tell you all about

And then you can tell him about all the ways you'll turn them into a delicious meal

Discovering that he has food preferences is really fun, until he also discovers the foods he really doesn't like and you have to learn to cook without them

Portia

Oh, you two are unstoppable

She bakes. You cook. She cooks. You bake. And then you feast and feast and feast

She has her fair share of wanderlust, so food trips are going to be a mutual delight for you two. She makes the best itineraries

She's also got her fair share of dishes from Nevivon that she likes to make for and teach to you (though some recipes are passed-down secrets that you'll need to earn)

You generally alternate cooking duties, so each of you has a day to cook and a day to savor

She's also friends with the palace chefs, and can convince them to let you watch them cook and share some tips with you

Ambassador trips are so much fun. If you go with her, the two of you will sneak out between meetings to hit up the street food stalls

If you stay with the shop, she'll collect all the recipes for you and bring back so many ingredients and spices

You being already trained in magic makes it easy for you to pick up Mazelinka's wonderful soup recipe once she's finally ready to teach it to you. The first time you make it for Portia, she cries

Lucio

As earlier suggested, Lucio grew up eating only what his parents and later he could hunt. In the army, he only had whatever was provided

Like his love of luxurious and shiny things, he developed an interest in cuisine after being taken in by the old Count

It was also one of the main attractions of his crazy masquerades

There is a reason why the first thing he wanted after regaining a body was food. It brings him joy!

He was ready to go back to the simpler food of his younger years when he gave up being Count to start a new life with you. It had even become something he associated with his old vices

So when he sees the stuff you manage to create over a campfire, he falls in love with you all over again

Regularly plans new jobs around culinary hotspots so you can wander and sample new food together

Prioritizes lodging that gives you a comfortable cooking space

He's not a chef, but he's a decent swordsman. He's cautious around anything that isn't grilling but he'll happily chop ingredients for you

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Yungi's Big Bois Arc:

How tiny met the big Boys/Dating them

♡= Naughty

Honestly, I can't remember how you met them in detail but it was something along the lines romance encounter. They saved.

The wholesome twins finished their reps that Saturday evening exiting the gym Yunho rubbing his palms on his sore knees. "I'm feeling heading to Honey pot to celebrate our workout streak. " He snorted, clearly aware of how ridiculous that sounds- "Dang, not even a pity laugh."

Yunho turned but his mini giant's attention stolen by other and what a cute other You are-Minnie bashfully ogling your slight jelly jiggle-

The extra inch on Yunho made all the difference. "Oh.." she is a little cutie.

"Woo, Honey, I'm coming. I have to walk there first." The baggage overwhelmed your arms, luxuary shopping bags for Wooyoung (Ceo/Boss/Best friend), files under your arm, and Wooyoung's coffee in one hand.

Wooyoung tsked, "Wah, I told you to let Niles drive you. That's a lot of stuff to carry, Dumpling." His slender eyes grew when the clock strike, He gasped. "You've been gone for thirty-five minutes. I'm coming to get you! stand by a landmark!" Wooyoung clicked his tongue-

"Wooyoung! I'm fine quite being a worried, dummy." You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Cute." Mingi mumbled, embarrassed by his sudden high school crush on a complete stranger.

Yunho on the other hand, shameless would be his middle name if he had one. I don't understand how you couldn't feel the heat beaming for his stare at your shape (Even the good boys do it sometimes) . Perfect shape for my hands. He giggled, leaning on Minnie's shoulder in a sassy pose. "You should totally like talk to her."

"What-" Minnie's face drowned in crimson as fast as his adam's apple jumps.

"Dummy?! Yah! I'm definitely coming to get you now and when I get you in this office, My belt is going across your ass!" Wooyoung's anger often slips out in the oddest ways. The sound of aggressive keys rattling alarmed you he was serious. " Girls go missing damn near everyday, here and my little Dumpling is not on the menu!"

"Wooyoung, I'm fine-"

"You know what, I'm just gonna call San on you and let him handle you." Wooyoung witch laughed blast through your burning ear.

You screamed slightly, before curling into yourself. "That's not funny, Wooyoung and unprovoked too."

Sooo Choi San, Yes, The Dilf Fire Chief was heavily intoxication when he threatened Wooyoung with spanking you if he plucked his last nerve and Wooyoung (being the demon he is) loves seeing Sannie angry.

In result, You can still make out his large handprint on your bare bottom, Wooyoung now has a new favorite memory, and Mr.Choi doesn't remember a thing.

"I'm already on the way, I'm halfway there." Clouded with embrassment, You were extremely eager to the point you were absent-mindly walked into busy street.

All the while, on the other end, Wooyoung was scolding you on not paying attention and being safe.

You sighed. "You're such a worry wart-!" You squeaked being abruptly snatched by two large hands yanking you back to safety.

You were aghasted as one of the giants nearly kissed your hand as his lips aimed for your phone to say. "She's lying. She almost got ran over."

Wooyoung actually did spank you that day.

After this encounter, The fate's red thread immediately entangled your lonely string to Yungi's radiant bond.

Dating the boys

Jeong Yunho

♡ You were quick to realize this man seems to have a high tolerance for nonsense. He chuckles and giggles at most things.

♡ Which is terrible because his smile makes you melt.

♡ Public Display of Affection is this mountain of a man's bread and butter. Slipping his hands around your tummy to give his chub a good squeeze.

On the subject of Affection, My goodness is he handsy, whether it's a quick pinch or a good helping handful, if you're around his hands are never by his side.

The man needs you on him to function, you're often found on his lap doing your own work as he does his.

♡ He's a chipper fellow who enjoys his pillow and his Minnie to himself, he's moderately possessive but Yunho can maintain his composure...most of the time.

♡Loves your bestie, Wooyoung, Finds him hilarious especially his witchy laugh.

♡ He's bigger than you so that cheap "I can't fit your shirt." ain't gonna work on his big boy.

♡ He knows! He knows! Your not a toy but he is barley grasping his sanity as his thumb hovers over the purchase button to the naughty little costumes that would enhance his view of his (He calls your chubbines his) chub you disrespectfully cover even at home. Damn, Give the man some type skin.

Yunho favorite is *Looks round* the cow outfit, it became a odd fantasy after he fell asleep on a farming document.

♡ Lucky/Unlucky for him, You bought the outfit by accident after Yunho gave you free range of his Amazon as a birthday present since him and Minnie couldn't be there. You purchased the whole cart not realizing the naughty extra item til it came to your door step.

Despite the oblivious lewdness, You actually believed it was appropriate enough to greet your Big Boys at the door in such a state. "Moo!" You giggled. "Get it!? I said Moo instead of Boo."

God, Your a grown woman, How can you be so innocent?

Yunho's smile was radiant."Minnie, You like it, right?" Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor until they were at the big boots of your quiet boyfriend. "You think I'm pretty, right?" Your voice soften from your lack of confidence.

Yunho bit his tongue while completely escaping upstairs, leaving poor Minnie defenseless to handle you while he tends to a much bigger problem.

You curiously sniffed, fighting back tears as Mingi's mouth just to close before he ghosted his large hand over your head and shoulder yet decided to reach for the throw across the couch; tossing it over your head, kissing your lips and dashing upstairs.

You were heartbroken and spent the night at Wooyoung's. Meanwhile, The next day painted a new issue for the men having to clean up..and fix most of the bedroom.

♡ You can't lie to him, he knows everything. If your sad, he knows, If you feeling insecure, He knows, If you hungry, Period pain, He knows. And the best part, he will always do something about it with all his power because your his tiny terror.

♡ He calls you Tiny terror because your temper tantrum are no joke, You stomp your little feet at him, point your finger, yelling in that cute voice at him. Even funnier when it's do to his teasing .

♡ He's goofy but firm....sometimes.

♡ Hearing him be assertive for the first time was scary. Yes, Scary. You were seated right on Yuyu's lap, speaking to Wooyoung on the phone while Yuyu watched Minnie happily play with Mr. Choi's twin boys.

It was all fun til the boys started fighting and getting far too rowdy-

"Enough!" Yuyu loud command, startled not just the boys, you were sure you heard the neighbors straighted up as well.

Yet his resilient smile was bright not even his eyes showed malice.

He rubbed your goosebumps away...by caressing your ass through your skirt. "You two shouldn't fight, your brothers. He's your best friend, right." Kai shook his head. "And he's your bestfriend?" Boo shook his head quick like his brother. "Then don't fight, please."

"Sorry, Yuyu Oppa," The twins apologized before playing again as if nothing happened.

♡ Big fan of your work uniform. You look great in pencil skirts. The maniac will chase you to see you struggle to run away from his playful rawrs and large monstrous coming to eat you whole!

He does it randomly but he is fond of getting you when you step in the door after work.

Your screech was close to the damsel in distress in the 30's horror movie, It was seemingly so real, Mingi sprinted to your rescue from the other room; the poor thing was sound asleep the evidence imprinted on his pink face.

"Yuyu!" You screamed, after putting up a good chase, Yunho scooped you up with ease.

Slightly out of breath, He laughs. "How was work?"

♡ Loves to carry you around like a toddler with their favorite blankie.

♡ You three are adorable central when headed out on a night run for food-Matching Pajamas. I'm going to leave this here.

♡ What's so dangerous about this man? He holds power of secret-He knows everybody secrets, Remember, especially your obsession with their voices, hands, size and more.

♡ He teased innocently by whispering a plain question in your ear at the grocery store.

♡ Purposely, allows his huge hands to swallow yours when you accidentally brush your hands on his.

Song Mingi

♡ This guy.Pervert.Period. He loves every inch of you so much, locked away is a golden treasure chest housing polaroids of your daily lifestyle, nothing too bad-....well, there is the one unlike its brothers this picture isn't a polaroid but a digital hidden gem in his gallery, it's you comfortably snuggled against his chest usually Hyung keeps you under him for most of the night but there you were, Your soft breaths hit his chest in which a beautiful rhythm, he felt the argue to hum.

The fluffy feeling turned quite spicy as he wanted to snag a picture of his bunbun it wasn't until after the picture was taken, Mingi's eyes immediately spotted the swell of your breast spilling out of your nightgown.

He gulped, switching his view for the real thing. Mingi scooted down the bed, disregarding the icy chill of his barefeet hanging off the mattress, it's all worth it for this moment-

Finding instant comfort in the beautiful sloppiness of your plushy cleavage mushed against his face.

Best sleep he's had in years...Anyway.

I feel like you guys don't understand how much of a undercover simp Mingi really is. I mean do I have to start naming things?! Fine, You asked for this!

♡ Yunho made a rule of Mingi not being alone with you for a reason

♡He's just a teenage boy in a big man's body and big daddy Yunho knows this so to save you for Mingi's hentai fantasies, he keeps him on a tight leash.

♡Mingi is not allowed to be alone with you, touch you, kiss you-It's harsh but fair. Minnie doesn't know his own strength, if we are being completely honest most of the broken stuff in the house is because of him.

°Small 🔞, Oops°

♡ His favorite fleshlight render useless after you walked into their lives. Fuck, How could he want this bullshit flimsy toy when all he needs to do is go to your job, take you to the bathroom and ******-

Sorry, late nights of unsatisfied hentai searching destroyed the poor man.

♡ Hardy speaks a word to you during dates and outings, to be fair, Mr.Song isn't much of a talker anyway.

♡But he's always listening, The big puppy can snuff out your dislikes and faves, and also you.

♡ He can smell you for a miles away. I'm not kidding, One time at a festival, You let go of Yunho's hand and dashed into the crowd chasing after god knows what.

They're arent worried at first but when five minutes passed and golden twins can smell danger!

"Aish! I can't see her!" Yunho cried, all that height and for what. "Minnie, We-" His mouth hangs open to discover his pup missing. "Yah! Mingi?!"

Already caught in his strong arms, He held you for the first time without hesitation or jerk his body away the second it touch yours and reducing himself into a human puddle.

Nope, This is Mingi.

"Why? Are you crazy?" His snuffer fear the metallic smell in the air. "Shit, You cut yourself!" He carried his bride back to the extra large crybaby welcoming you guys with open arms and some firm words for you.

♡ This marks the first time, Mingi actually spoke to you. It stunned you more than anything. You didn't know what you expected, He's big so it only makes sense for his voice to be deep too..like Yuyu...

So it's normal nothing special. You gulped, blocking out their deep voices clouding the car.

♡ You grew addicted to his voice.

#ateez x chubby reader #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #yungi x reader #yungi x chubby reader #ateez smut #yunho x reader #yunho x chubby reader #mingi x chubby reader #mingi x reader

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Maybe five or six for the ship prompts!

5 - write about a casual kiss between your ship

The kitchen floods with light—his body with panic. Bob winces. Briefly, stupidly, he considers trying to shove the bread behind the toaster oven and making up a lie about the butter. I was… just… taking it out so it would be soft for breakfast. No, Lin, I do this all the time. Well, you’ve never woken up while I was doing it before!

He has a good five or six inches on his wife, but the steely look in her eye makes her shape fill the doorway. Arms crossed, she pads angrily over to him on her tiny, pointy, kicky, bare feet. Some merciful facet of his brain that isn’t currently terrified registers the way her hips move under her nightgown. He tries to swallow, but all his spit has disappeared. And his mouth is full of evidence.

Bob lowers the piece of bread in his hand and attempts to form words around the chunk still in his mouth. “I’m—”

“What? Sorry?” Linda reaches him, instantly all up in his face, her voice uncharacteristically hushed to account for their sleeping kids, yet somehow still deafening. “You’re sorry I caught’cha, Bobby?” She narrows her eyes, hissing out the next part so it sounds extra venomous. “With your mistress?”

He squints back at her, finally choking down his glorious, yeasty, perfectly-buttered bite of bread. Focusing on the taste puts some fight in him.

“…You know what? I’m not sorry.” Bob tenses his whole body to keep from chuckling as he watches her mouth fall open in exaggerated shock. “Yeah, that’s right. You kicked me awake, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about the bread all alone out here. It probably thought we didn’t love it enough to eat it right away.”

Linda is leaning on him now, squashing her torso against his arm with considerable force. Is she… trying to physically intimidate him? Or maybe she thinks she can seduce him into defeat by pressing her chest against his side, drumming up some cleavage. It wouldn’t be the first time. Plenty of Lin’s wiles begin with her just kind of… putting her boobs on him.

Bob surveys her coolly. “Also,” he says, tapping a finger against the loaf on the counter, “it’s not my mistress. It’s like… my child.” His voice rasps with sudden emotion. “This bread is our fourth child.”

One corner of Linda’s mouth lifts into a lopsided smile, but she stays incredulous. “Oh, so you were on daddy duty, huh? Came to check on our little bun-fresh-out-the-oven?” Delighting herself, her smile is the real deal now. “Didja hear it rye-ing over the baby monitor?”

He rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts, but can’t hide his amusement. “You know it’s not rye. It’s—”

“Garlic sourdough woven with rosemary-thyme whole wheat sourdough,” she chimes in, doing her best Dedicated Chef Bob impression—a deep, goofy voice that sounds nothing like him. She wraps an arm around her husband, breaching the waistband of his boxers to slide her palm against his soft, warm hip. Planting her chin on his shoulder, she stifles a yawn. “See? I listen. I’m a good flour mama.”

Bob hums, a floaty sensation ballooning in his chest as she parrots back to him the recipe he’d been mentioning all week. It’s not surprising, anymore, how Linda pays attention to the things that excite him. But it’s never stopped feeling good.

“You are,” he confirms. From the corner of his eye, he takes a second to study her. Lin’s glasses are sitting a bit crooked, probably from hastily throwing them on to catch him in the act. Her thick, wavy hair is mussed from sleep. She notices him sneaking a stare and trains her ridiculously dark brown eyes on his. Definitely not for the first time, Bob thinks about how her eye color perfectly matches just-ground espresso after it’s been tamped down tight, waiting to be brewed. Sometimes he struggles to maintain eye contact, even with someone he’s loved for fifteen years, but he holds her gaze. Waits a beat. “You’re one in glu-ten million.”

She blinks once. Twice. Then she’s snort-laughing much too loudly and giving his love handle an affectionate squeeze, making him yelp and twist toward her. “Look at youuu, bein’ all cutesy-wootsey!” Her free hand skitters up his chest and brushes over his mustache as she beams at him. “Must be the Thanksgiving Eve magic. You gonna kiss me under the wishbone tomorrow before you go full crazy-pants kitchen troll, or what?”

“Mmmaybe.” Bob smiles gently against her fingertips. “Tina will fight you for the wishbone, though. I guess I could… kiss you under some giblets? Uh, before I start the gravy.”

“Ooh, giblet kisses. Romantic,” Linda coos. Her hand slips out of his shorts and he feels her fingers patter against the underside of his butt cheek. She points her chin toward the bread, eyes bright. “Now gimme a piece!”

Grabbing the serrated knife, Bob can’t suppress a wobbly giggle. “It’s so good, Lin. Better than I thought I could get it. I think the test loaves really helped.”

Earlier in the week, he had baked each dough recipe into two smaller, individual loaves to get their proofs right. Then, cautiously happy with the results, he’d launched the main event—meticulously braiding the batches together, then reshaping them into a single round, bubbly, perfectly-marbled mass. He’d been consumed by bread stuff for days. At one point, Linda had resorted to wrestling the laptop away from him when he’d stayed up until 2 AM researching techniques to keep sourdough properly inflated. But it was worth it. The final loaf is crusty and deeply golden all along its surface, the lighter and darker dough shades contrasting beautifully. Specks of the chopped herbs mixed into its whole wheat portions are visible in the scores, which look like stalks of wheat. The bread is downright gorgeous. Every time Bob lays eyes on it, he wants to burst into tears.

“Aww, my little Bobby baker,” Linda says. She stares hungrily as the knife glides through the loaf with several satisfying crunches. “I feel kinda dirty, though.” Her nails tap against the countertop in anticipation. “You made a whole big show about nobody eating it ‘til tomorrow.”

Bob snorts. “That was just so Gene wouldn’t eat literally all of it. He’s as excited about it as I am.” He slathers Linda’s slice in the fancy farmer’s market butter he’d safeguarded to use exclusively with his bread, then presents it to her.

She reaches for it, eyes shining, but furrows her brow when he pulls it back slightly. Shifting closer, she goes for it again. Bob holds the piece out of range, eyebrows raised and wearing the faintest of smirks. Linda scrunches her nose at him, about to complain, before she tracks him looking at her lips and realization dawns. She laughs tenderly and balls a fist in his shirt, leaning up and in. He meets her halfway. The kiss is quick, but so sweet that both their eyelids flutter shut.

“Ooh, mm,” Linda exclaims. “You taste like butter.” She yanks firmly on his collar. “Give me the friggin’ bread.”

Bob offers it in earnest. Suddenly, he’s plagued with nerves.

She gingerly takes it from him, her bottom lip jutting out. “No toasting?”

He gives his head a curt shake. “Doesn’t even need it.” Why does he feel like he’s just asked her out and is desperately hanging on a response? Dumb, he thinks.

Linda sinks her teeth into the bread. Bob’s eyes feel way too big for his face as he watches her chew. Slowly, she brings a hand up to cover her mouth, then locks gazes with him. He worries he might accidentally pee a little.

Swallowing, Linda flashes him a megawatt grin. “Oh. Bob. Hon.” She touches his chest. “It’s really good.”

“Right?” Blinding triumph ricochets through him. “Thanks. I kind of can’t believe it came from me.” He picks up his own piece, raising it to his mouth, then pauses. “Is this what giving birth feels like?”

“Yeah, sure,” Linda says around her second bite. “Little more sweat and blood with a human baby, maybe. And you don’t eat it after. It’s been a while.”

Just as Bob’s lips reconnect with his slice, the unmistakable creak of a door opening slams into him. Linda freezes mid-chew.

Gene’s voice, cushioned by a heavy yawn, sidles out from down the hall. “Is that butter I smell…?”

Bob’s eyes bore into Linda’s. “How is he smelling the butter?” he asks frantically, barely above a whisper.

“He’s very talented!” she hisses back, jabbing a finger into his upper arm. “You made him! Get down, get on the floor. I’m going.”

Bob has only seconds to hide the bread and butter before Linda’s pushing him to his knees. “Oh, God. Lin—OW,” he grunts, belly hitting the linoleum. It’s not lost on him that none of this is necessary.

Linda spins on her heel and trots through the doorway, her tone sing-songy as she rushes to intercept their son. “Genie weenie beanie baby,” she calls, “you’re… dreamin’. Oooooohh, I’m the, uh… ghost of Thanksgiving future. You gotta go back to bed. Or the turkey’s gonna be dry.”

“Nooo,” Gene drawls after a sleepy moment. “You’re a mom-poster. Dad’s turkey would never be dry.”

Bob snickers to himself, huffing as he uses the counter to regain his footing. He pulls out his masterpiece and cuts a slice for Gene.

A/N: their love language is shitty puns <3

#fanfic #writing prompts #boblin #bob/linda #bob x linda #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #bob belcher #linda belcher #otp #1500 words…. ok. alright. guess man CAN live on bread and boblin alone

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