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almondx1ao · 24 days

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Sanji hcs

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Words: 1248 (?) some changes have been made

Cw: nothing just hcs

Doing Sanji hcs as a person who just started one piece and just met Sanji.

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• The type to push your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek to kiss you.

• gets your attention by lifting your chin until you meet his gaze.

• He's the type to keep track of the things you don't like and do like. Whether that is food or anything else

• Sanji would keep an eye on your portions that you normally eat, and make sure you get that portion everytime. Since he wants you to be full, but not overeat, but also not waste food

• Would absolutely get up and make you more if you were still hungry

• Acts of service and pda/physical touch are his love languages

• Literally would panic because you're upset

• The type of you were to notice his gestures he would accept it but also the type to be in his room giggling and kicking his feet later when he thinks about it.

• Would like it if you played with his hair

• Jealous, and will have more pda because you're his and he wants your attention.

• He would gently pull your gaze to his when he's jealous and lean in and whisper into your ear things like "eyes on me." "Look at me my love."

• Soft spot for pets and kids

• Would be the type to teach you to cook, would internally cry if you got the steps wrong, but not let it show because it's you. Because he's a sous chef he's used to not only making sure the other chefs are doing things right, but doing things in a very quick yet flawless way. He would still be gentle with you, but he is internally crying every time you make a mistake.

• I feel like he would hug you from behind and take your hands to guide them through each step.

• He's making sure that every utensil, pot, pan, ECT is sparkling clean. Would keep the kitchen spotless and organized. Would have one of those knife sharpness testers and an expensive sharpening kit. His tools are always pristine.

• Will get upset if things in the kitchen are out of order

• Loves making food for you because he likes seeing your eyes light up when you taste each dish

• Would have a laid out schedule for everyone to eat, making sure everyone is kept fed during the day, is staring down Luffy if he grabs one snack when it isn't a snack time

• Would make a special plate for you if you didn't like a certain ingredient. People liking the meal is so important to him. Sanji would want to lessen the waste, if he knew that you would pick out something he would not put it in again or at all to begin with.

• If you didn't like him smoking, I don't think he would quit necessarily, unless you found another stress reliever to replace it, but he wouldn't smoke around you

• Very attentive to you, you're his priority.

• during cuddles he would lay his head on your chest.

• I feel like Sanji would like being the big spoon, but also wouldn't mind being the little spoon. Anything is fine as long as he's touching you

• His favorite places to kiss are in the most obvious places

• He's kissing everywhere, but out in public he's making it extra obvious, if there's exposed skin, it's getting kissed.

• Stands tall and is super proud to have you at his side

• Will not hesitate to show you off, absolutely is showing you off

• Bringing you up in every conversation, he literally will not shut up about you.

• A flirt, but once it's you, he's done for. You are the apple of his eye. You would be one of his treasures

• If he's not there when you wake up, he's leaving you a letter on the side table. Making you breakfast in bed everyday, you're the only one that gets special treatment.

• Head over heels for you in everyway possible. Would act like he got shot by cupids arrow.

• I would feel like he would follow you everywhere. Would be moody if he's not near you. He's like a lost puppy.

• Is the type to write love letters, he's sappy.

• Would like to do your hair for you, anything to be close to you he's doing it.

• Has an interest in fashion

• Knows how to do makeup

• Example: you would be getting ready for a date and you were getting frustrated because you weren't liking anything that you were wearing, your hair, your makeup, and your accessories. But he would absolutely notice immediately,

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?"

And you're hysterical as you tell him, he would gently guide your eyes to his and gently smile and look at you,

"You're beautiful no matter what you do."

He would then help you with everything and making sure you like it as well

• If you're acoustic(I promise I'm joking I mean autistic) would have a journal to keep track of what makes you meltdown/shutdown

Favorite stim toys if any

Favorite textures

Comfort foods

Ect.

Would spray something with his cologne to give to you to calm down

• If you were to infodump about something you already have, he would pretend that he knew nothing because he loves hearing you talk.

• Would play it off like it was normal, but seeing you hugging the thing and burying your nose into it Sanji is mentally kicking his feet and giggling that his scent and just him in general brings you comfort

• He would absolutely love that he brings you the most comfort

• Oh and if you asked him to lay on you for compression, do you think he's gonna say no?

• He would call you every name in the book, but I feel like his favorites are sweetheart, darling, and my love

• My love specifically because it has that possessive part to it. Not in a bad way, but a reminder "they're mine" to himself and others.

• Still starstruck that he has you because he flirts all the time obviously but no one has reciprocated. So he feels like he's in a dream and it's unreal.

• A romantic and is the best date planner

• Has expensive tastes, suits aren't cheap.

• If you were the type to not get anything expensive things for yourself and turn down expensive gifts, he's spoiling you and not taking no for an answer. Wouldn't tell you prices either, no matter how much you asked.

• If sanji notices that you have a favorite piece of clothing whether that be pants, shorts, shirt, ECT. He would make sure that it was clean for the next time you wore it. Would match with you as well. He would love it. He would put his cologne on it before you wore anything.

• You're always getting special treatment

• He would memorize your favorite songs, possibly would hum them while he was cooking

• Would be the type to get you a necklace that says I love you in different languages

• Flowers, chocolates, jewelry, and a giant stuffed animal any day, but especially Valentine's.

#one piece #op #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji headcanons

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rpreaperperson · 4 months

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MOM

Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material

In case with ‘Captain’ John Price

Masterlist

Remember when you said Price is like your grumpy bear dad? You took over your mother's duties after she passed away to take care of the men in your family. Of course, your brothers help one another when necessary.

But there’s a time when your father came home late tired, and grumpy, after took your brothers to sleep you took care of him he always insisted on sleeping in the bed without eating his dinner and bath

Annoyed you pulling his ear to take a shower first and eat his dinner , while eating his dinner he grumbled that you took after your mother too much

Still he is grateful for your patience and for taking care of the family, after hearing that you’re going to be a medic in the military...well you could say that he sulking and getting more grumpy at you..

“Captain? You inside?” you announce yourself then enter Price's office after he allows you to enter, a disheveled looking Captain welcomes you

A cigar scent fills your nose, let out a cough you wave the scent away from your nose

“Need something love?”

“Y-yeah I’ve done the report for today”

“Good good, just put it here...” he pats the space of his desk, cause his desk full of paperwork not looking up from his paperwork

“been sleeping these day Cap?”

“Nah..just...dont have the time” he grumbled

‘cause the paperwork...God he need some rest’ shaking your head, you snatch the paper away from him

“Doc?”

“You need a rest Cap..you even got a bags under your eyes”

“Sorry Doc...just..a few more paper then Im done”

“....Captain..I have taking care of 5 little rascals boy and 1 grumpy bear Dad, and I know that a ‘few more’ means all of it...enough its enough you need rest” command you

“Lov—“

“Doctor order Price” you sternly gaze at him as you take the paper away from his desk, then you walk out from his office to make him tea and food (if Soap didn’t chomp out the leftovers)

Fortunately there some leftover in the fridge, some raw minched meat, 2 egg and a carrots

‘hmm..there’s not enough vegetables here...I should make the boys buy more vegetables need to feed them more vitamins’ taking the ingredients out of the fridge you start to cook

Meanwhile, Price who waited in his office could not help but shut his eyes for a little while a memory of the first time you met when Laswell introduced you to team 141

Shy, timid, soflty spoken always shied away from men gaze

But after known you better they began to call you Doc...but there’s another code name for you that was made by the 141 Mom, not so often you called Mom but it was popular among the recruits because of the way you took care of the wounded one

One day after completing a mission you rushed into the kitchen and made all of them meal...he could remember clearly the savory flavor and the juicy black pepper Chicken, the warm and creamy cream mushroom soup and GOD you forbid them to drink cola or alcohol that kinda drink, so you made them berry smoothies instead, the sweetness its just...perfect

‘Bloody Hell...its just make me hungry if I think about her cooks...’

Then he heard a rushed footstep outside his office door slammed open, with you holding a plate like a dear life panting, sweat rolled down from your forehead locking the door with your one hand

“Sorry for the delay Cap...there’s 2 hungry beast trying to devour your meal when I done making it” you sigh

SLAM

You shriek while Price snaps his head into the door

“FOOOODDDD!!”

“NGRAHHH!!”

The Captain's eyebrows raised flabbergasted, as you put down the plate on his desk

The moment you were done making the meal those so-called hungry beasts came to devour the dish you made (btw it was Soap and Gaz, while Ghost was sneaking in your office snatching some sweets)

The scent of the meal made him sit properly looking at the appetizing meal

“new menu you make?”

“kinda ,a burger steak with BBQ sauce and egg...ah and make sure you eat those carrot Cap, anyways we need to buy groceries for the fridge...Soap is getting sneakier lately” crossing your arm against your chest a frown planted on your face, annoyed with Soap who always nomning the food down to his throat along with Gaz his partner in crime when it comes to food, particularly your cooking

“I want to put onions in the meat but alas there are no onions..luckily there is egg and milk luckily it has not expired yet, anyway put some salt and pepper in the meat and found some BBQ sauce in the cabinet” you rambled, again Price amazed that you could make such delightful meal with the remain ingredients in the kitchen

When he cut the burger with his fork the juices flowed down to the plate, then he took a bite of the burger

“hmm its good..no wonder the boys was chasing after this” Price humming in delight in a moment all of his fatigue gone

“Thanks Cap...oh God Im forgot about the tea –“

“Nah love I got water here”

“You sure?”

“Positive..” he smiled at you, his sincere smile making you blush

After finishing his food, Price took a sip of water from his glass, you saw that the plate was clean, not even a trace of the BBQ sauce.

Sighing in relief you took the plate, happy that Price enjoying his meal

“you know you dont have to do all of this” suddenly said Price gaze at you, then you snap your head at him

“Do..what?”

“you know what I mean love..” in moment you pursing your lips looking at the empty plate, sure you know being a 'care taker' is not part of the job...but

“...still..I kinda love doing it..cooking for you, the boys..even the recruits..taking care of all you makes me feel at home” you sheepishly grin

“oh Doc...you’re gonna spoil them rotten” shaking his head, Price propping his head with his fist smirking

“heheh~ that’s why I called Mom no? Ah should make you some tea?”

“Im gonna take some rest...thanks for the meal...Mom”

“You’re very welcome...” as you open the door you sneak a glance at him

“Dad~ heheh” then you leave him flabergasted, a red blush covering his cheeks covering his mouth his his rough hand Dad...he thought of a marriage life with you..

“God damnit woman..hrghh...she gonna give me a heart attack” moving out from his chair Price tidied up his paper and ready to take some rest in his room

‘Wouldn’t be so bad...be wed with Doc..’ then he saw 2 head pop out from the door

Soap and Gaz stare at him with disdain and jealousy, Price smirks at them giving them a smug face

“I am the Dad now boys” They growled as Ghost walked up from behind munching the sweets he stole from your office, wondering what he missed.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #john mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #mom #task force 141 x reader

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luvsuperboard · 1 year

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comfort meal

pairing: bf minho x f.reader

contains: fluff, comfort, mentions of food.

note: feeling soft lately and the thought of minho cooking your fav meal to make you feel better after a bad day it’s just agh <333 :(

getting home and sinking in your bed was the only thought invading your mind as the day went through, a bad day, the worst even. you opened the door and you could already feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you smelled your home’s scent, it was cozy, warm. it was home.

you kicked your heels off and messily unbuttoned your shirt as you walked to the bedroom. there he was, who you proudly call your ‘cute reason to live’. alright is kinda corny but c’mon man. his cat-like features fixated on his phone, which he put down the moment you walked through the door.

he was laying on his back when you came in, giving you the sweetest smile–the one that quickly faded when his eyes met yours. “hey, hey my love…” he stood up and pulled you into a tight hug, his hands finding their way to your hair and these softly stroking it as you melted under his touch “why are you- y/n?” as soon as he heard you sniff he understood.

“wanna talk about it?” he whispered still holding you close, you looked up at him, you swore you could clearly see your reflection in his deep brown eyes. “i just had such a bad day min..” your lips quivering as you let the words out.

“my sweet girl… you’ve worked so hard” he kissed the top of your head, yea he meant that. “let me take care of you today? don’t stress and go put on some comfy clothes, i’ll cook your favorite, hm?” you just nodded and his silhouette faded into the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“y/n, baby, dinners ready!” a soft voice was slowly getting you out your sleep. sometimes what you needed was just to rest like minho said; let go of your worries for a moment and drift to tranquility.

“c’mon, don’t make pull you out of bed” he said and pinched one of your cheeks, earning a giggle from you. you both walked to the kitchen, where a plate full of one of your favorite dishes was waiting for you. it was simple, homemade and just perfect.

you thanked him with a tiny smile before siting down “eat, my love. don’t like you going to bed with an empty stomach” he caressed your back when you started eating, feeling proud at the way your eyes had lit up when you saw what he prepared.

god you loved this. you loved that he loved this.

one of his favorite things was making and experimenting with new recipes for you to try. he loved how your cheeks would look all puffy while being stuffed with his food, how much you would praise his cooking skills, and above all when you would be by his side as he cooked, either helping him or telling him about your day.

you couldn’t help it but start to tear up again, you felt so loved and comforted. “awh, what’s wrong, my baby?” minho cradled your face with both of his hands, making you look up at him from your plate.

“is it bad that i’m crying because your food is amazing?” you sounded so vulnerable, he felt his heart was going to jump out his chest, his ears now red from the compliment. he didn’t know how to reply, even though he’d feel bad seeing you cry, he liked you enjoyed it that much.

he wiped your tears with his thumbs, smiling fondly “well, i’m glad you like your personal five-star chef’s food,” he successfully made you laugh “and you can cry all you want, i don’t want you bottling up what you feel, alright?”

as the night continued, you both ended up curled up in bed, minho wrapped both of you in a bunch of warm blankets, whispering variety of sweet things to your ear as you slowly fell asleep on his arms.

you weren’t a cat person, but you were definitely keeping this caring and gentle kitty.

#lee know #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #lee know x reader #skz x reader #skz #lee minho #lee know fluff #stray kids scenarios #minho imagines #lee know imagines

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luvfy0dor · 7 months

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Hello! I like your work. I want to make a request, I hope I can do it correctly. I'd really like to read the guys from bsd praising the reader's homemade food

Thanks and have a nice day :)

"What a Chef!!" ｡⁠♡・ BSD x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ Fyodor, Nikolai ♡

Description; BSD boys with a reader that cooks wonderful food for them.

Warnings; Brief mentions of prayer in Fyodors, maybe ooc but I think I put that warning on all of my little fics

A/N; TYSM!! This is so cute omg!! If I didn't do the characters you wanted to see, let me know!! I'll write a second part if you wanted other characters!! I was gonna add Chuuya and Dazai to this one but I think I'm gonna do them in a separate part at some point

Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚✧

Fyodor likes when you cook for him, it's just one less thing he has to do for himself while simultaneously juggling his work with the DOA. While most times he does eat at all of his monitors, he'll join you at a dinner table at the very least weekly. He shows his appreciation through soft whispers and gentle kisses afterwards.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your boyfriend occupied his usual seat in his little swivel chair, the wheels softly rolling against the ground any time he needed to scoot across the room. Even through the doors of the dark room, he could smell the food you were cooking and his mouth slightly watered at the mere thought of whatever you were preparing. He (im)patiently waited for you to come fetch him, his brittle fingers hitting against the keyboard quickly.

A smile crept onto his face when he heard glass rattling around a bit, not shattering by any means but softly clacking against other glass. He knew by this that you were arranging a plate for each of you and you would softly be knocking at the door, and he was right, per usual. After a quick moment, he could hear your footsteps approaching and then your knuckles colliding with the thick wood of the door. He beckoned you inside, hearing the click of the door opening.

"Dinner is done, Fedya. Do you wanna come eat with me tonight?" Fyodor nods with a small grin as he rises from his chair, walking with you back to the dining room. He rests his hand on the small of your back, almost guiding you to your chair, even pulling it out for you. "Wow, what a gentleman." You say, grabbing your fork. He nods and takes his seat. "Ofcourse, you made me a wonderful meal, it's the least I can do." He mumbles a small prayer to himself before grabbing his fork and taking a bite, humming in satisfaction.

"Just as I thought, very good." He smiles at you, taking another bite of the food. "I love when you cook for me, dear, you always do so wonderfully." You can't help but feel a soft blush creep up on you, heating up your face all because of Fyodors compliment.

"Thank you, I just like to cook a lot, so it's really no problem cooking for the both of us." You say, continuing eating the plate of food in front of you. "I'm glad that you like cooking, it always makes my day." His praise makes the pace of your heart beat exponentially quicken as you deelpy inhale.

"Thats really sweet, I'm happy to hear that from you." You make your best effort not to fumble over your words , your flustered state making it extra difficult. You both sit quietly for a minute, the soft sound of silverware clacking against your plates overtaking the silence every couple of seconds. "You deserve to hear it from everyone." He softly mutters, although he was a bit late to reply, it still melted your heart. "Thank you, my love." You smile.

"Ofcourse, my dear." You both finish your food and you take his dishes and head to the kitchen to clean them. Instead of going back to his work as he usually does for a bit before bed, he creeps up on you and hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. He leaves a soft, chaste kiss or two on your neck, leaning into you for support. "Thank you, my love, truly."

Nikolai Gogol ༉‧₊˚✧

Nikolai is much more enthusiastic with his praise, genuinely trying to convey how much he loves your cooking. He gets excited when you cook for him, especially if it's something he really likes or requested.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You heard one of Nikolais portals open up in the kitchen, the soft, yellow glow cascading onto your skin and the food that you were making. Your boyfriend shortly appeared in behind you, peering over your shoulder curiously.

"Oooo, that looks so good!" He chimes, placing one of his gloved hands on your shoulder, making you smile a bit. "Well thank you, Kolya. Im assuming you're here to taste test, no?" You say with a knowing grin, handing him the spoon you were using to stir a sauce. He joyfully tastes it, humming in satisfaction. "Magnificent as always! Hmm, I bet I can guess what's in this." He says excitedly.

"Go ahead, try, you probably won't be able to." You say, trying to egg him on a bit. "Hmmm, let's see, bacon, kimchi, parmesan...there might be other things, but I can't quite taste them as strongly." You nod. "Good job." Nikolai grins and tosses the spoon in the sink. "Is it almost done? You know I get giddy when I walk in on you cooking." He says, hugging you from behind.

"Mhm, give it like, ten more minutes." You say, stepping away from the stove. He nods. "Alright, I'm just so excited." He whirls himself away to the dinner table, leaving you happily sighing. You finish cooking and plate the food, bringing it to the dinner table and setting it in front of Nikolai.

"Ah! It looks so great! You're even wonderful at presentation." He grins. You smile and sit down. "Thank you, Kolya. Taste it and tell me how it is." You say, taking a bite of the food yourself. You knew exactly what answer you would get from Nikolai. Well, maybe not the exact thing, but that gist. It would be something along the lines of "My dove, this is utterly amazing!" And it made you grin like an idiot every single time. His eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected the food to taste this good.

"Wow, my dove, this is delicious! You did a wonderful job, thank you for cooking for me." He scarfs down the meal and you watch him with a bit of concern, really hoping he didn't choke. "Ofcourse." You giggle a bit.

After finishing your meals, you both bring your dishes to the sink. After you rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher, he pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips.

"What a chef you are, my dove." He whispers against your lips, his thumb brushing over your cheek bone. You blush a little and lean into him. "Thanks, Kolya, I love hearing you compliment my food, it means a lot."

A/n (#2/apology type thing) : I really need to start working on these more in the morning and daytime rather than at 11:30-midnight when i could knock out by 10:30, I feel like im not putting my best writing out for yall, so I'm really sorry for that. It's been real busy lately and I'm so thankful for every single bit of support I get on here, it makes me so happy and thankful : ) love y'all ♡

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd fyodor #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai x reader #nikolai x y/n #nikolai gogol x reader

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euijoosorangeslice · 7 months

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OKAY but imagine…

Heated make out session with Euijoo, but you stop out of nowhere just to tease him, but next time he’s even hungrier, so he ends up fucking you dumb for teasing him like that

Tension

warnings: euijoo turns quick from sub to dom, dry humping, creampie, edging, voyeurism, man handling, hair pulling, a lot fluffy bc its euijoo and i love him!

It was early morning, the sun rising through your window. You and Euijoo were on a vacation from work, taking the weekend to be alone and away from the group. You turned to your boyfriend, still asleep under the covers. He had worked so hard in the past week, you were so glad to have such a determined boyfriend. Kissing his forehead lightly, you stood up and walked into the hotel kitchen.

You thought it would be nice to make him food, so you made some sandwiches, with egg, vegetable, ham, ketchup, mayo, cheese and on toasted bread. You made some rice, putting it in a side bowl and using one of the hotel plates to make the food look even more appetizing. Pouring orange juice into two glasses, you put your meals onto the table. You were wearing one of his tees, and some underwear under.

Starting to wash the dishes you made, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Good afternoon, darling. You made me breakfast," he mumbled, "I didn't expect all this." He kissed your neck, laying his head on your shoulder. "You wash, I'll dry?" He suggested, letting you finish up with the dishes.

"No, it's fine. You just go wash your hands." Euijoo sighed, walking to the bathroom. Sometimes, you two would argue about who helps around the house, because neither of you want to let the other one lift a finger. You dried off the dishes, placing them back in the cabinets. Euijoo came back from the bathroom, you hugging him tightly. "Come on, let's eat." You both sat down, eating your sandwiches in peace. You loved how Euijoo looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

You guys finished your breakfast, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Euijoo still wrapped an arm around your waist, smiling at you subtly. You guys went to go watch TV, you cuddled under Euijoo's arm watching some shitty predictable k-drama. You kissed his cheek, making him turn his head towards you and kiss you on your lips. He quickly pulled you by your waist onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

Shoving his tongue down your throat, you realized that Euijoo wasn't feeling as innocent as you thought he would be. You sucked on his tongue, pushing your heat against his half-hard cock. He groaned into your mouth, pushing his hips up towards your core. Slowly grinding against his cock, you could tell by the way he was panting and whining into your mouth that he was close.

Out of nowhere, you pulled your mouth away from his, smirking teasingly. "I'm sorta tired. I think I'm going to head back to bed. Besides, we have a long day ahead of us. I planned something special for us later." Euijoo pouted, playing with his fingers and wincing at his throbbing dick. "B-but baby-" "Juju, you can cuddle with me if you want. Just no funny business, okay?"

You stood up, walking back over to the bedroom. Euijoo could've sworn he was hallucinated. You never had done this to him before, leaving him feeling neglected. Either way, he followed you to the bed and laid down with you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, slightly pushing his erection against your ass. That usually gets you, right? Usually at least enough for a blowjob?

But you ignored his advances, genuinely going back to sleep and taking a nap. Euijoo whined, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to jerk himself off, daydreaming about your body to get off.

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You woke up to your boyfriend fixing his button up in the mirror, taking the opportunity to shower and get dressed. You wore a navy tight dress that stopped at your knees, Euijoo matching with his pants. "Ready, Juju?" You asked, watching him adjust his belt. He only gave you a look, grabbing you by your wrist and taking you outside to the car.

He practically tossed you into the passenger seat, putting the directions into the console. "I p-planned a dinner date for us. Aren't you excited?" Euijoo smirked, shutting the car door. "Very. Just wait to see what i have planned when we get back." His face showed slight annoyance, which made you worry, but it also got you a little wet.

When you two arrived at the restaurant, you went to your reserved table. Euijoo knew that you prefer to sit across from him, so you two sat in the nicely decorated place. You two ordered some wine, drinking cream sherry. Euijoo suggested it because he had 'enjoyed the taste', but the waiter said it had a high alcohol percentage.

He ordered you very expensive beef, watching you enjoy your meal. "Tastes good right?" Euijoo smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah. Really good." You couldn't even look at him because you were shoving vegetables down your throat. He ate his own meal quickly, you two ordering dessert and eating some chocolate cake. "Euijoo, this place is really nice! I wish we could go here more often." "I'm glad your enjoying it.'

When you two left the restaurant, Euijoo seemed to be in a rush to get home. He was practically speeding down to road back to the hotel. You walked back into your hotel room, Euijoo shutting the door and pushing you up against it. "I'm gonna make you remember who's in charge." he whispered into your ear, biting it slightly to make you moan. Picking you up bridal style and taking you to the bedroom, making out the entire way there. He dropped you onto the bed, unbuckling his belt as you took off your dress and panties.

He sucked on his fingers, shoving two of them inside of you. "Juju~ fuck that feels so good." Your walls quickly clenched around his fingers, watching as Euijoo bit his lip. He immediately took his fingers out, hastily replacing them with his cock. "W-wait Euijoo!" He shoved in all the way, making you moan loudly as he reached your cervix. "See, you took it. Now shut up and take my cock."

Euijoo gripped your shoulders, thrusting roughly into you. "F-fuck Juju! You feel so good." You tangled your hands into his wavy hair, Euijoo moaning at the pleasure from your tight tugs. "God, fuck. I wish I could show everyone right now. How good your taking my cock." His hips sped up, your moans staggering.

He picked you up, pushing you against the open hotel window and fucking you roughly. Your sweaty skin on your back stuck to the window, Euijoo using it as support to speed up the pace. "I hope those people outside can see how much of a whore you are, hm? You much you love getting you hole stuffed all the way full." Speeding up the pace, you couldn't help but unravel onto his cock. Squirting onto his length, you both were shocked in the moment.

Euijoo's eyes went wide, but he was extremely turned on. He came inside of you extremely quick. "Woah. You...uh. I've never seen you do that before," he barely spoke above a whisper, still in shock. Gently placing you onto the bed, he filled up the bathtub with bubbles. Lowering you into the tub, he climbed in with you, you two sitting in comfortable silence.

"Sorry about...all of that. I guess I got a little carried away," Euijoo apologized, making you softly smile. "I liked it," you spoke, kissing his cheek. "Can we finish that k-drama now?"

#&team imagines #&team x reader #&team #&team smut #&team hard hours #&team ej #&team euijoo

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lace-coffin · 4 months

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May I request some domestic Asa headcannons? Like, what are his cooking habits? The types of food he prefers to actually eat and not hasty ones he grabbed in a hurry? Thank youuu <3

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat?

Requests are open!

Asa Emory / gn!Reader

Trigger warning for power exchange/power dynamics/petplay

This is a super fun idea omg thank you! I’m still going to go with the whole owner/pet angle since this is Asa, I hope that’s ok! It will still be domestic but with the dynamic too💗

Asa doesn’t have much time to cook regularly, constantly caught between lecturing at the local uni about a twenty minute drive away and keeping up with his collection at the hotel.

On days when Asa has free time or is just determined to get something nutritious in his stomach he dusts off his recipe book he bought on a whim on discount and gets to work.

Asa likes to think he has a pretty good repertoire of kitchen skills, not exactly a five star chef but better than most men his age.

He prefers to centre either meat or fish in his meals, usually covered in a flavourful marinade or rubbed down in herbs and spices. Asa enjoys vegetables to be steamed as opposed to boiled, he thinks it makes them taste sweeter and softer, texture is important to him. Flavoured rice is always a good side.

He’s more fond of sweets than you think he would be judging from his standoffish appearance. Dessert is a must, Asa tells himself it’s all part of a balanced diet and he can’t skip it because it wouldn’t be right. In reality he just really wants the apple pie, enjoying the tartness of it and unable to deny himself this simple pleasure.

And then there’s you. Asa has always been one to care for his pets to the best of his ability, keeping their meals on a schedule. Even if he’s short on time meals will be prepared a day or two prior and put in the freezer. He’s stubborn when it comes to making the meals balanced, often erring on the side of health obsessed when it comes to his pets, like a dad telling you to finish your vegetables before you can have dessert. He’s not too bothered if he has to throw a microwave meal on and eat that when he comes home late but he always likes to make sure you have something good for you available. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t bring home takeout sometimes, he loves how excited you get at the junk food and the way you flop down on his lap afterwards, letting him rub your tummy as you try to stop feeling bloated.

Dinner is made as you watch from the floor on your dog bed, head resting on your folded arms, watching your master fondly but also a little impatient and hungry. Occasionally Asa humours you and wears the frilly apron you begged him to order under the guise of you wearing it, only to present it to him with puppy eyes at dinner that night. He’s a strict and sadistic owner but he can be a total dork.

“Dinners ready. Come”. Asa snaps his fingers and points to the three metal bowls on the floor near to the dining table, one bowl next to his seat. The two large German Shepard’s ears perk at this and they scamper over, sitting at Asa’s heals, tails wagging. He looks at you expectantly as you crawl over and join the dogs at his feet.

The two metal bowls are filled with a measured amount of dog kibble and wet food, water on the side. The two dogs eye the bowls twitchily. He raises his hand, all fingers laid flat for the dogs to see. “Wait” the dogs sit sternly in front of their master using all their restraint to not dig in until given permission. “Go ahead” he chuckles and the dogs immediately dig in, he pats over their heads with an affectionate smile and moves back to the granite counter, filling the final metal bowl with a healthy mix of seasoned vegetables, rice and finally chopped bites of beef, all in a Korean sauce. He plates the same onto his dish and takes it to the table, sliding onto the wooden chair and groaning at the relief it takes off his weary joints.

Asa places the final bowl on the floor next to his chair and click his fingers again, pointing to the bowl. “Come” without question you crawl over to the bowl, eyes switching between the delicious food in front of you and your master, waiting for permission. Wearing a smug and smitten look back at you he finally clicks again. “Go ahead, pet” he chuckles lowly as you start to eat from the bowl, used to using only your mouth as your utensil at this point. He leans forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear that was falling into the sauce. “Messy pup”

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #writing #my writing

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mod-kyoko · 9 months

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may i req the chocolate prompt with the antags!!! if the reqs r overwhelming then i'm fine with just kokichi (why do i feel like im the only one consistently asking for them LMAOAO)

chocolate aphrodisiac ft. kokichi oma (fem!reader version)

male!reader version

info: ⚠️nsfw!!, non-despair au, one-shot format, established relationship, reader is submissive, dubcon....?

a/n: foaming at the mouth i've been waiting for someone to ask for kokichi

also i will probably eventually do one for nagito! (but we are so backed up on requests rn)

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earlier today kokichi told you he was going to the store. usually the two of you do the shopping together, so you were suspicious when he told you not to worry about helping out. nevertheless, you went about your afternoon routine while waiting for him to come back. you did the dishes, made the bed, and since kokichi was nice enough to do the weekly grocery shopping for you, you decided to cook a meal with what you had left.

as you're transferring the dishes to the kitchen table, you hear a familiar jingling sound, like keys.

he's home!

the doorknob turns, and in walks your boyfriend. when you round the corner to greet him, you notice that he only has one bag in his hand.

"where's the rest of the groceries?" you ask, and he bounds towards you, pulling you into a hug.

"i lied, i didn't actually go grocery shopping. sorry!" he smiles cheekily as you roll your eyes. now what are you supposed to do? you're almost out of food. "but," he continues, "i did get you a surprise. it's for later though, so you're not allowed to see it yet."

he pats your head, earning another eye roll, and you drag him to the kitchen. he sets the plastic bag down, but you can't see what's inside. you doubt he would let you look, anyway. when your boyfriend sees the large meal you made for him, his eyes light up.

"you made this for me?" he beams, eyeing up the dishes.

"i did it because i thought you were shopping for groceries. this is the last of our food," you complain, glaring at him. he sighs, without a care in the world, and wraps his arms around your waist. leaning into your ear, he whispers.

"i'll go shopping tomorrow, i promise. and you'll be too tired to go with me, anyways." he presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving you to wonder what he means. but you don't ask, because he is already sat at the table chowing down on the noodles you made. you follow, sitting down across from him and picking up your fork.

both your days were uneventful, so your dinner is spent pretty quietly. once both your plates are cleared, you get up to put the dishes in the sink, but he beats you to it.

"don't worry about any of the cleanup, i got it," he winks, setting the dishes down. you furrow your brows.

"what's your motive?" you ask. you're unconvinced that he would be this caring and thoughtful just because.

you watch your boyfriend turn the corner and fetch the plastic bag. you can't see what he takes out, he's hiding it, but you can hear the crumbling of a wrapper.

"i got dessert!" he grins, skipping back over to you. there is a chocolate bar in his palm. he breaks it in half, and hands one piece to you. you cock an eyebrow at him, but take it.

"a chocolate bar for dessert?" you ask, but bite into it anyways. kokichi waits for you to chew and swallow, before biting into his own piece. you catch a glint in his eyes, and his lips turn up into a smirk. he's making the usual face he makes when he is attempting something mischievous. but what the fuck would he have done to a chocolate bar?

maybe he's waiting for you to finish it to tell you it's made of bugs or something.

but no, it tastes good, and by the time you both finish the bar, it's like he forgot all about it... what is his plan?

kokichi takes care of the dishes while you settle down in bed to watch tv before going to sleep. it's not exactly close to the time you normally go to sleep, but it's dark and you don't have anything else to do for the day.

after ten minutes watching a silly show, your boyfriend pops into the room. he closes the bedroom door behind him, and approaches the bed. with no warning, he runs and jumps on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"ah! kokichi, why-" you scream, startled by his sudden movement. the little shit lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"watcha watchin'?" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you reach around to tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his head.

"just some sitcom that was on," you shrug. kokichi turns his attention to the tv, and to your dismay, rolls over onto the mattress. he sits up for a second to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

now, you've seen your boyfriend naked a thousand times. you've seen him in just his underwear a thousand more. it wasn't new. but for some reason, right now, you can feel yourself heating up. a familiar fluttery sensation twists your stomach, and your heart skips a beat. what the fuck? why are you getting so hot and bothered over something kokichi does every night? he always sleeps in his boxers.

whatever, you think to yourself, and shift your attention back to the sitcom.

a little less than a half hour later, the heat in the room is stifling, and you feel a tingling sensation between your legs. you sigh, rubbing your thighs together to create friction. it seems like kokichi has fallen asleep. he is facing away from you and hasn't moved in a while.

you frown, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. maybe if you turn down the a/c... you tiptoe out of the room, down the hall to the thermostat, and turn it down. when you turn around, you're met face to face with your boyfriend.

"shit!" you jump, instinctively backing up against the wall. kokichi cackles, slapping his knee as you clutch your chest. "kokichi, i thought you were asleep?"

he says nothing, and his expression goes quickly from humored to taunting. the corner of his mouth turns up, and he leans forward, effectively cornering you.

"...kokichi?" you whisper. with your bodies in such close proximity, you're reminded of the reason why you got out of bed in the first place. "fuck, why is it so hot? are you hot too?" you reach for the collar of your top and pull at it, fanning yourself.

kokichi reaches up and leans against the wall with his hand. "hot for you," he winks, sending a shiver down your spine.

"um-" you start, but he grabs your face roughly, cutting you off with a passionate kiss. when you two break apart, it feels like your world is spinning.

"uh, kichi, i don't feel so good," you mumble. your stomach is tightening and the butterflies are going haywire in your stomach. not to mention you're pretty sure your panties are soaked for some reason.

"oh yeah, that's my fault, my bad," he grins, fingers ghosting under the hem of your top. you shudder, anticipating his next move. he slides his hand under your shirt, up to your chest. your mouth falls open as he squeezes your breast.

"what do you mean... how is it your fault?" you breathe. kokichi rubs circles over your nipple, drawing out shaky breaths from you.

"i sort of, uh, gave you an aphrodisiac. i found it at the store and wanted to see what would happen. but don't worry! i took it too." you furrow your brows, leaning your head against the wall.

"the chocolate? what the hell, kokichi?" you moan, but do nothing as his hands trail down to the waistband of your pants. he presses up against you, and you can feel his hard-on against your leg.

"i said my bad!" he defends himself, and you scoff, but allow him to keep performing his ministrations. he slides his fingers under your panties, finding your clit. he teases it, rubbing slow circles. moans and whines fall out through your lips. your boyfriend lets out a cocky laugh at your noises, picking up the pace.

"fuck," you curse, grabbing onto his arm. he leans forward, locks of hair tickling your face as his mouth latches onto your neck. soon he leaves your swollen clit alone, and prods at your hole. he slides the tip of a finger in, reveling at how you clamp around it. while thumbing your clit, he pumps two fingers in and out of you.

"i'll take care of you real good, okay? so just relax," he whispers, kissing down from your jaw to the junction between your neck and shoulder. with a shaky breath, you clutch onto his arms.

"kichi," you whine, knowing you're close to cumming on his fingers. you buck your hips, trying to speed up his painfully slow movement. "don't stop."

"i won't, baby," he answers, finally pumping into you faster. loud moans topple out from you as your stomach tightens. he relentlessly rubs your clit, fingering you until you come undone.

"fuck," you scream, liquids gushing out onto his hand. he smiles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. as you catch your breath, you watch him suck off all your cum, taking his sweet time.

"i hate you for this," you scowl, running your fingers through his hair. he hasn't stopped grinning this entire time, knowing he's won this little game.

he ignores that statement, instead picking you up by the back of your thighs, so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

"that was just round one, baby. i hope you're ready."

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i deeply apologize for how goddamn long this took

-mod kyoko

#mod kyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #v3 killing harmony #kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kokichi x reader

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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The Lover's Threnody

>Chrollo x Fem! Reader

>Word count: 1.6k

>Warnings: none that are noteworthy (still, proceed with caution I am not putting a warning to avoid spoiling)

>a/n: Saya translates to shadow

Chrollo comes home to a promised candlelit dinner.

The door hinges squeak loudly when Chrollo closes the door behind him. He grimaces at the sound, mentally berating himself for not oiling the hinges when you had first asked him to. With a dejected sigh, he hangs his coat on the rack, turning to face the dark apartment.

A faint meow calls him from the bedroom, and Chrollo follows after the sound, almost desperate but equal parts surprised. He reaches the source just to see Saya, the one-eyed black street cat you had adopted about half a year ago lounging around on the bed.

He takes the liberty of seating himself on the bed next to her in the darkness, the curtains drawn and her one green eye staring at him innocently. In truth, if he dared to come any closer, she would hiss and scratch him, a reaction she never gave you.

Unfamiliar nostalgia fills his chest at the thought. He remembers it clearly. The day you brought her home, disrupting his evening reading to help give the cat a bath only to be asked to leave because of her aggressiveness. Truth be told, Chrollo was fond of the feline. Though he absolutely abhorred the way it would curl up around you in his presence, he found the one-eyed fiend kind of cute.

Still, he’d rather not risk anything and try to pet it. The last thing he wants is it to start hissing at him when it’s so peaceful at the moment.

Ah, technicalities.

Giving the cover under his palm one last feel, he gets up and heads to the waiting figure on the dining table.

The heavy silence weighs down his steps, darkness embracing him like snakes winding and curling around his limbs. It slows him down. Limbs get heavier and heavier to move but by the time his conscience is completely overwhelmed, he stands at the dining table.

Wasting absolutely no time at all, Chrollo takes out the lighter from his pocket and holds it against the wick of a candle. It lights up and Chrollo moves on to another until the assortment of candles he left on the table this morning are all burning.

He smiles when he sees your face on the chair opposite to him.

“Good evening, dear. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

No response.

He sighs. “I accept your silent treatment. I’m… deserving of it.”

Glancing towards the dark living room behind him, Chrollo eyes Saya as she roams around. When she misses a jump to the sofa, he takes pity on the cat and opens one of the curtains, letting the light from the busy street below somewhat illuminate the room.

Saya watches him as he walks back to the table but doesn’t come any closer.

Chrollo can feel the emptiness of the apartment seep into the walls and floors by how it lacks warmth. He’s certain that if he wasn’t wearing socks, he’d ask you to lend him some house slippers. Well, nevermind. What he needs to do right now is cook.

Though not a trifling matter, he feels a kind of annoyance. There are no leftovers, so he’s forced to cook and miss out on your cooking. He shouldn’t have promised you this dinner.

“You’re looking as beautiful as ever.”

He smiles as he places a plate full of pasta in front of you. In all honesty, he only made this dish because of how quick it’d be. Chrollo doesn’t want to be away from you for long after all. So, he quickly takes his seat opposite to you, chin resting on his intertwined hands as he keeps staring at the occupant opposite to him with a smile.

“You know, if I could, I would have asked you to make dinner. I’m not fond of the food I make. Though it is edible and not something I would dismiss as ‘bad’, I greatly prefer your home cooked meals.”

The candle flames continue burning in the dark apartment, silence making way for their almost inaudible crackling to be loud and the refrigerator's quiet hum to be equivalent to a scream before it stops, compressor quieting down.

“I know, I know,” he tuts. “Flattery won’t get me anywhere, but what might be so bad about complimenting what I like about my woman?”

A flame briefly flickers amongst the sea of candle wax before it once again becomes steady.

“Yes yes, my dear. No matter how you may object, there is nothing stopping me from flustering you. And besides,” he leans, in voice dropping low, “I find you quite irresistible when you stutter and flush like that. It reminds me of how absolutely alluring you look during our more passionate moments.”

Silence.

A chuckle spills past Chrollo’s lips. Amused, he leans back into his seat. “I understand. No flirting during dinner. However, you are forgetting that these so-called ‘cheap’ dialogues are what procured you as my lady in the first place.”

Chrollo picks up his utensils. The slight clicking sound causes Saya to perk up, and she looks to the dining table with her one eye. Staring at Chrollo’s back, she curiously moves closer, one slow step after the other. The candles are all that are illuminating the apartment and Saya’s purrs all that make up for any sounds.

The black cat stops halfway to the table, stationary and waiting, watching.

The ambience is somewhat off putting. A crime lord and his lover sitting in the dark silently having dinner, nothing but candles lighting up the table and the previous cooking process.

When the silence becomes too much, Chrollo looks up with a smile again.

“I know you would never admit this, but your cooking is far better than my own.” He fidgets with the black dress shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons in the process. “I’m simply repeating things. I apologise. I do, however, believe that my life has significantly brightened up ever since you became a part of it.”

As he once again rests his elbows on the table, he swallows hard, a smile still maintained on his face and voice perfectly steady. “I could even call you my sun. There’s a reason why I seem to be biassed towards seeing you wear brighter colours. Whenever you wear yellow, I feel like the sun has been removed from the sky and placed right in front of me.”

He chuckles, smile momentarily narrowing his vision from how joyful it is. “Too cheesy? My, I hadn’t realised that my darling [Name] could be so adorable. I’m sorry. I’ll stop teasing.”

Saya tilts her head when he quietly continues eating. She blinks and takes a few steps forward, not a single sound made.

“You taught me this recipe, remember?” Chrollo doesn’t lift his head this time when he speaks. “I still feel guilty for ruining your kitchen in the process, but I did learn it. I suppose that counts as an apology.”

Plate almost empty, Chrollo looks at the remaining food longingly. “You should have written a recipe book. Maybe then I could have recreated something better.”

A candle goes out, leaving a puddle of wax behind. Saya eyes the loss of light curiously and takes a few more steps forward till she’s within a few feet of Chrollo.

“Do you remember the time you chased me with a rolling pin?” He laughs, cheek now resting in his palm while an empty plate sits in front of him. “You threatened to hit my head. Though I was confident that you wouldn't be able to, I couldn’t help but be afraid of the possibility that you may just do it. Ah, I shouldn’t have snooped around your search history. Your wrath… is frankly quite terrifying.”

Silence once again persists when Chrollo stops talking. It pulls down his smile into a frown, but the sensation of something curling against his leg startles him. Luckily, he calms down when he sees the cat that oh so passionately despised him rub its face against his calf.

“She named you Saya for a good reason. You’re quite the shadow.”

Hesitantly, Chrollo reaches to pet her. Inch by inch his hand gets closer and he braces himself to be met with claws but they never come. Instead, he feels her push her head towards his palm, eye blinking up at him innocently.

Chrollo instantly gives in to the sensation and begins petting the cat. Purrs fill the deafening silence of the apartment, and as though on cue, the rest of the candles die out one after the other when Chrollo rests his head on the table. Turning it to the side, he watches the cat purr to his scratches.

It’s the first time she’s let him touch her. Of course he’s surprised.

Saya soon pulls away from his touches and jumps into his lap. Chrollo straightens up at the action, grey eyes meeting a green one as the two stare at each other. Then, she reaches for his face. Despite his suspicions of facing any sort of violence from her, he lets her paws rest on his face, but he stiffens when it rests on his forehead. Right over the tattoo.

Almost pleadingly, the cat meows at him. Sadness drips from her tone and Chrollo can’t help but feel like he’s looking into a mirror. Desperate cries leave the poor feline’s mouth as her paw remains on his forehead, and it takes all the mental strength he has left at the moment to look away when he sees her eye turn glossy.

He turns to you for consolation, for any advice to handle the grieving cat but is met with the reason why both of them share the wretched emotion. This time, Chrollo doesn’t smile. A lump in his throat, a ball of thorns compressed and stuffed into his trachea, is all that he feels when the light from the open curtains falls onto the glass of the picture frame that sits opposite to him.

He was right. The smile on your face looks as beautiful as ever.

#hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo imagine

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deleteddewewted · 9 months

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Ghost Learns That Patience Runs Out

Ghost x Gn! Reader

W/n: Ghost angst cause i said so. This is also very OOC mainly because I like some angsty and fucked Ghost concepts. Im basing some of this off of his comics since there are some concerning scenes with him having very concerning behavior towards vulnerable people. DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY (P.s. Commissions are open! You can commission me through my ko-fi. Dm me for details and commission specifics. Kofi Link Here!)

Summary: You love him, a lot. You are always so quiet and patient with him, wanting to make sure that his needs are met before your own. When he comes back from deployment you cook and clean for him. You make sure that everything feels relaxed and stress-free but its too much at times. Sometimes he looks at you and sees someone whom he hates. Sometimes he yells and breaks down while you're in the middle of helping him get clean. You take the verbal lashings and the occasional remarks in stride but you've hit your limit.

W: Unhealthy relationship, Simon "Ghost" Riley has issues, Break up, Hurt/ No Comfort, Hurt Ghost, Hurt Reader, Sad Ghost, OOC Ghost

You made sure everything was spotless. You knew how grimy and dangerous his work was, how much it weighed on him to do it and you wanted to make sure that your partner if that's what you could even call him, came back to a clean home.

You both hadnt said it out verbally, not that you thought you needed to, but you were together. Kinda. You knew he was only seeing you and he knew that you were only seeing him. It made sense to you to say that you were together but he never really enjoyed labeling your relationship. It started off as a mutual agreement to help each other destress but here you both were moving in together and sleeping in the same bed every night.

You did the laundry an hour before you knew he'd get home just so he'd have something warm and fresh smelling to put on once he took off his gear. You cooked something that would be rich in flavor and aroma while also being easy to eat since he didn't really take his time eating his meals.

You did everything to make the place feel like home to him.

Instead, when he opened up the door the first thing out of him was a grunt followed by his silence. He took off his gear, toeing off his boots by the door before taking off his socks. He was silent and had his back facing you but you didn't allow it to deter you.

"So, how was the flight back? I hope it wasn't too stressful. Im still cooking so you can go ahead and shower before eating, ok?" He didn't honor you with any response and instead walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning on the shower.

You're used to it, his cold gaze and his uninterested attitude. You cold usually get him to relax with a meal or a quickie in the kitchen while your trying to cook. But you're tired, and your body is sore from working earlier in the day and preparing for his arrival.

"I'll set the table for us so you don't need to wait to eat!" You called out but you doubted he heard you.

When he came out of his shower, he was wearing the clothes you had set out for him and was toweling off his hair. The eyeblack was mostly removed but still stained around his eyes.

He said nothing, just sat down in his chair, and began to eat all while ignoring you.

"Did things go smoothly? Are John, Kyle, and Johnny ok?" You attempted to start the conversation again but were met with the sound of utensils scraping against the ceramic plate.

"We can talk about it later so you can unwind." You cut the conversation short and ate your food all while holding back the urge to cry.

His absence from your shared home was noticeable his presence was overpowering. He wasn't affectionate but he at least would answer your questions. He would at least touch you and pressure you that he was home. He would at least say a quiet "thank you" for the meal.

Instead, you both cleaned up the table and cleaned the dishes. He finished his and walked straight into the bedroom. You follow him once you finished cleaning the kitchen and began to undress. Maybe he wanted to have sex tonight. Maybe this would get him to speak to you or pay attention to you.

"Simon, I want you." You did your best, you even put on a bit of a show for him. But he wasn't looking at you. He just lifted up the sheets and laid down.

Maybe you were being too overly sensitive but his rejection hurt. It had you questioning if you were good enough for him if your body was pleasant to look at or to even touch.

You put on your usual sleeping clothes and joined him in bed. You slept with your back facing him. Sleeping next to him felt suffocating.

In the morning things weren't any better. He was talking to you but he was being crude and rude about the smallest of things. You had to go grocery shopping for something small and he began to berate you.

"How did you forget to buy more cooking oil? You're the only one in this house that cooks." It was getting annoying. His eyes never left you and it felt like you were a caged animal that he was keeping an eye on.

"I'm sorry, ok? I forgot. I was just excited that you were coming home and I forgot." You wanted to be patient, he was stressed all the time. He had to watch people die as part of his job but it didn't stop you from growing more and more upset with him every time he started these petty arguments.

"You don't leave the house most of the time. You're always here or at work. How could you forget something so basic? This is incompetence, Y/n." He had his face mask pulled down so you were able to see the majority of his face. He looked disgusted.

"Simon, please. You just got back, can we please just enjoy that? Can we enjoy that you're ok and back home for once?" You had the car keys in your hand, you were ready to head out to grab what you needed but he wouldn't leave it alone.

He snatched the keys from your hand and pushed you to the side.

"Why should we? I can't even trust you when you're alone and now you think you can go do it now?" He slammed the front door as he walked out.

The silence was deafening and relieving. He was gone.

You cried. You used to do it often when he would leave for a new assignment or when he would go without contacting you for months on end. But this was different. He was here. He was home. This should be the happiest time for you. Instead, it was painful. You wished he wasn't here. You wanted him to go away again.

You knew that he was nicer, calmer, and more understanding with his colleagues than he was to you. You knew this because of how he would talk about his coworkers. They were his family, his anchor. You wanted to be that support for him, to be his anchor that removed him from all of the gore and violence of his world.

But you weren't that person for him. You were his punching bag. His toy to fuck and use. He wasn't always rude but it was normal for him to be. You wanted him back, the man you fell for, the one who held you and told you that he adored you. You craved Simon back but it seemed that all that remained was his facade. His mask.

You didn't want to do this again when. he got back from the store. You didn't want to argue anymore with the person you thought you were committed to. He had problems and you weren't going to blame him for it but he wasn't the man you loved. This was not the person you met all those months ago.

You packed a bag with the essentials and started clearing up some of the mess that had started to appear since last night. You took everything you thought you might need for at least a few nights at a motel. You were tired, your body begging you to take a moment to breathe and relax but your heart was pounding in your chest and the. tears began to flow out.

When Simon got back, he noticed that the lights inside your guy's home were off. He stepped into the home, toeing his shoes off because he knew how much you hated cleaning the floor. He called out for you, he walked around the first floor of your home before placing the groceries on the table. He had bought some flowers and your favorite snack because he saw that you were low on them. He also felt like an ass for having been rude in the morning. He shouldn't have been mean to you. You were just trying to accommodate him. He did a around the house, calling your name.

The house was empty.

All of a sudden the space was too big and too small all at the same time. He was suffocating in his own skin, the air too hot for him. He ran up the stairs and barged into the bedroom. Some of your clothes and your suitcase were gone, and so was your toothbrush. But everything else was there, it looked like home. Yet, the picture you kept framed of the two of you that was on the nightstand was faced down and your keys were gone too.

He called your phone repeatedly. Message after message was sent to you and after a while, they stopped going through. He put on his shoes and ran out the door to see if he could find you in the general area but you were nowhere to be found.

You vanished into thin air and he was left to go back to an empty home just as he would have you do.

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auveriablue · 1 year

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Brahms The Brat (Chubby Brahms x Reader)

(Brahms has been a spoiled and bratty little shit so you stop cooking for him as punishment. He doesn't take it well.)

🍮

- Brahms had been getting lazy. He didn't even try to walk around the house for exercise anymore. All he did was laze about, eat, watch tv or read books.

- For most of the time, he'd get up and get his own food, but lately, he just asked you to get it for him, not bothering to get up and eat at the table.

- This only made his waist line balloon even more and it was getting harder to replace Brahms' wardrobe every few weeks, not that he cared if his shirt could barely contain his ever rounding tummy.

- He was the human equivalent of a fat, pampered, cat but you didn't really mind. He was more docile this way and at least he wasn't trying to kill you or hurt anyone.

- Until one day he had the nerve to throw a tantrum because you said no cake until he finished his vegetables from dinner. He complained that he didn't like steamed broccoli and that he wanted his treat now, while you explained that having treats is nice and while you rather enjoyed his plumpiness, he still had to eat balanced meals.

- He threw an absolute fit and even threw the plate on the ground, uneaten food spilling everywhere, as the plate, that thankfully didn't shatter, clanged loudly on the ground.

- He went on a tirade on how you were trying to starve him and how you didn't care about him.

- Scorned that the meal you worked so hard on was wasted, you stayed silent. You grabbed a broom, cleaned up the mess and left the room.

- The next day, Brahms awoke to see you doing dishes. From what he could tell, you had made breakfast but... where was his plate ? From what remained, he could tell that you cooked his favorite. French toast and berries with whipped cream.

- "Where's breakfast ?" He asked, tilting his head.

- "I ate my plate. Feel free to make yourself something." You said, in a monotone voice. "Just clean up when you do."

- He frowned. You weren't going to cook breakfast for him ?!?

- "What are you talking about ?!?" He demanded, growing more upset, especially since he was hungry.

- "It's obvious that you don't appreciate what I try to do for you, Brahms, so I'm done. I'm not cooking for you. Cook your own meals." You threw the dish towel aside and stormed out of the room.

- At first, Brahms was stubborn.

- Whatever ! He didn't need you to cook for him ! He still had his snacks !

- But the snacks didn't even last a day, since he ate them all to distract himself from you. So in the end, he had nothing.

- So then he decided that he'd cook his own meals !

- But he didn't know how to use a stove. He tried to fry an egg but ended up burning his hand touching a hot part of the pan, so he gave up and went to bed.

- In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep. His stomach kept growling and his hunger pangs made him feel queasy. He put his hands on his tummy to try to get it to quiet down, but it didn't work, letting out silent whimpers and whines of frustration.

- It was then, when his stomach felt like it was trying to devour itself, he knew what he had to do. He got up and waddled to you room, cracking the door open to see if you had went to bed yet. Fortunately, you hadn't.

- "(Your Name) ?" He called out, shyly, pulling down the hem of his shirt, looking down.

- "Yes ?" You called out, not looking up from your book.

- "I...I..." he started to whimper. Then you heard sniffles, causing you to look up and see big pearly tears welling up in Brahms' eyes. He looked so pathetic that I tugged at your heart string.

- "I..." he choked on a sob. "I'm just so hungry !" He bawled. "I'm sorry for wasting your meal last night ! I'm sorry for acting so rotten ! I shouldn't have done that, I'll be good, I promise I won't ever do it again ! Please stop being mad at me !" He started to hiccup on his sobs, "I-I'll eat whatever you make me from now on, even if it's just steamed broccoli ! Just please, feed me !"

- You sighed and put your book down, getting out of bed, walking over to the sniveling man, resting you hand in his hair. He slowly looked up at you, chubby face wet with tears.

- "Alright, you've learned your lesson." You said, petting his hair. "I'll go make you something, now calm down." He quickly engulfed you into a large hug, holding you tightly, as you cooed at him, rubbing his back.

- "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'll make you some hamburger steak with rice and you can have a cookie for dessert, okay ?" You rocked back and forth with him.

- "Alright...thank you..." he said, voice soft. You smiled and pulled away, heading to the kitchen, Brahms following behind you.

- Brahms will always be a brat in other ways, but he never wasted your food again.

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megsbr · 2 years

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Domestic Punz headcanons

cc!Punz x female!reader

WARNINGS: none, just lots of fluff word count: 1.13k

author's note: just thought these would be cute to write! these more like little blurbs instead of bullet points. got a little carried away. oops. hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! <3

Grocery shopping: Going to the grocery store together is one of Punz’s favorite activities to do ever since you moved in with him. He would use the notes app on his phone to make a list beforehand and he would be very adamant on sticking to it. “Babe, that’s not on the list, we aren’t getting it” and with his new healthy eating habits, it was really hard to get him to budge on sugary snacks but with a small pout and a couple kisses he threw it into the cart. Walking up and down the aisles just browsing with you and talking about random things was sometimes the most relaxing part of his day. Seeing your eyebrows furrow and mouth to side the while scanning between the different cereal options warmed his heart. He also knew you were just trying to be indecisive so he would eventually offer to just get both. And Punz would definitely be the guy who did not want to do more than one trip when bringing the groceries in. “No, two trips are for the weak. I got this. But can you please get the door?” Punz would attempt to help put the groceries away and he was always really proud of himself afterwards. You’d reward him with a kiss but then immediately switch everything around when he left the room because you didn’t have the heart to tell him it was all wrong. Who puts the bacon in the freezer anyway?

Dishes: Whether it was just the two of you or you had company over, you and Punz always made doing dishes after a meal into a team effort. You would always wash and Punz would always dry. One of you would usually put on a random playlist and you both hum along to the familiar tunes. Punz would push his sleeves above his elbow and you always like how he looked so masculine when he did so. Every so often a little water would splash from the sink and Punz would insist you were doing it on purpose. “You just want to get me all wet, so I’ll take my clothes off.” “No, I would never do such a thing.” After everything was put away and you were drying off your hands, Punz would grab your waist from behind and sway to whatever song was playing. You would giggle as he began to pull you to the middle of the kitchen and spin you around. Sometimes your socks would cause you slip on the tiled floor, but Punz was always there to catch you.

Breakfast: Punz has been on that morning workout grind recently so he’s begun to wake up earlier and be gone before you wake up. Usually you’ll be up by the time he returns, and you guys enjoy your mornings separate due to your jobs. But sometimes he gets back to see you still cozied up in bed and he decides to make you a nice breakfast. He does his best to remember everything his mom has ever taught him about making breakfast and scrambles to plate it up before you wake up. He carries the food to your shared bedroom, very slowly to ensure he doesn’t spill anything. After setting the food down, Punz always wakes you up with little kisses all over your face until he sees you start opening your eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” He keeps his voice so soft that it almost makes you melt at how sweet he sounds. You smile up at him as he starts pointing to the food that making the room smell of syrup and coffee. Despite your stomach rumbling at the sight of food, your attentions is on him as you fall in love with him all over again. Punz is so excited for you to try his food that he barely notices your stare on him. When he finally looks back at you, he just smiles and questions why you are looking at him like that. “I just really appreciate the breakfast in bed.” “Well, I have to keep up that status of best boyfriend.” He laughs as you pull him back into bed with you and cuddle into him. You bury yourself in his chest at an attempt to steal some of his warmth. “I love cuddles, but I just slaved over this food and if you let it go cold, I’m gonna be pissed.” You opted to share the breakfast as Punz talked about the tournament he was streaming later that day. And once you were able to get past the little bits of shell in your eggs and burnt toast, you loved the mornings you got to spend with you boyfriend.

Getting a pet: After you and Punz catsit Zuko for a couple weeks, you guys fell in love with a little ball of fur running around the house. And after some convincing from you, Punz agreed to look into adopting a pet. One day you guys walked into a pet shelter and looked at all of the available cats and dogs. After meeting a couple of the animals you met a small chocolate lab puppy who had just been rescued. You both instantly fell in love with her and knew that you had found the one. Punz’s heart almost melted when he saw the way you instantly connected with the puppy and was running around the outside play area with it. You guys then spent more money than you'd like to admit at the pet store on toys and snacks and clothes for your new addition to the family. You guys introduced her on stream, and everyone loved her and were so excited for you two. Despite loving the puppy, Punz insisted she stays in her own bed and that she needed to be on strict feeding diets/schedules. That all quickly went out the window when one day you found the two curled up together on the couch after a long walk. He became putty in her paws very soon after. “Babe, how can you say no to this face? Just give her one fry.” He always let her sit with him when he streamed and would always set up a puppy cam for the viewers. He had multiple emotes that resembled her and would always share pictures of her on social media. “Sorry I’m late chat, had to walk the pups.” You guys took frequent walks to the dog parks to help her burn off some steam. Punz would run back and forth with her, throwing balls, and rewarding her with belly rubs for bring the toy back. You admired how careful and fun he was with her, excited for the day he may act the same way as a dad to your kids.

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shions-new-blog-of-stuff · 11 months

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"Made with Love"

Canon x OC, pure teeth rotting fluff!

trying to cook their favourite dish (simple romantic gestures)

Lounging on Catherine's couch, Leon in his sleeping clothes mindlessly clicked through the hundreds of channels on her television.

Catherine had been called into work, she had said the hospital was short staffed today.

"If you want to make something, feel free to use anything in the fridge or cabinets. Or that yellow paper next to the phone? All the numbers for take out."

Catherine, in her scrubs and holding her bag, gave Leon a quick peck. "I should be home by 5."

She smiled and left, towards the bus stop, as Leon waved her off.

The sounds of a honking car horn roused Leon from his channel surfing. He turned his head to the clock. 3:56pm.

He had some Chinese food a bit earlier, and thought that Catherine will probably be hungry by the time she gets home. He stood up and adjusted his clothes. He'll try to surprise her with one of her favorites--twice baked potatoes.

He rummaged through Catherine's fridge and pantry, setting the ingredients on the counter. The cabinet on the right of the fridge held all of Catherine's grandfather's cookbooks and handwritten journals detailing a wide variety of recipes.

He pulled one particular book out and opened it, flipping through the pages.

+Matilda's Guide to Cooking+

Inside the front cover were some notes, most written by her grandfather. Any recipes in the book were marked with a little symbol as that person's favorite:

🌙 Catherine

🧲 Marion

Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw his name had been added to the notes, in Catherine's handwriting:

🍀 Leon

He flipped through page after page, finally landing on the potato recipe.

(ABOUT 2 1/2 HOURS LATER)

Catherine returned home, wiping sweat from her brow. She tossed her bag onto the couch, sighing with relief. Leon, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"Leon! Home!" she called out, to no reply.

She walked to the stairs and called out again. Nothing.

Something smelled really good, but she wanted to see if Leon was okay. Making her way up the stairs to the guest room, she felt relief to see him dozing away, an open book loosely held in his hands. Smiling, she quietly returned downstairs, because of a very familiar aroma wafting through the house.

When she reached the kitchen, she let out a tiny gasp.

On a small hot plate set on the table, there it was, a big twice baked potato loaded with sour cream and shredded bacon. And surprisingly, the kitchen looked as clean as she had left it.

Catherine scooped spoonfuls of the dish, eating with fervor and sheer delight. Honestly, cooked to perfection! The right amount of savory and creamy!

Finishing the meal, she put the plate away and the utensils in the dishwasher. Going back upstairs, and changing out of her work clothes, she returned to the guest room. Climbing into Leon's bed, she patted his cheek before kissing his forehead.

"Thanks Leon...it was delicious," she whispered.

With a job like his, he probably doesn't get much sleep.

But when he wakes up, she'll be there to greet him.

@the-resident-vampire @squashfics @likesugarandcyanide @mishwanders @notrattus @residentdreamy @xcyberhexx

#leon kennedy x oc #the fluff!

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ciaossu-imagines · 21 days

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hiii! nix here! i saw that you opened your ask box, but i don’t have any requests just yet, so i thought i’d just chat with you instead. i did mention before how your match-up made me consider self-shipping (and you’re so great at promoting it, too). since you are sho-chan and i’s biggest shipper so far, i’ve decided to share some of the self-shipping headcanons i’ve come up with over time, just to supplement the headcanons you did for me. feel free to ignore this if you find this tedious, but here they are:

i’m actually a night owl, so there might have been some misinterpretations of a piece of information i previously gave you (which is totally fine!). whenever i go out with my friends at night, i tend to head home early, but then i spend the rest of the night lying in bed, glued to my phone, until it’s 3 or 4 a.m.—or until the sun starts to rise. like shoichi, i can get myself up early if i have to, so i’m used to getting only 2 to 4 hours of sleep whenever i have morning classes. not gonna lie, i’m a little scared that it will eventually take a toll on my body. shoichi’s also concerned about that, but i suppose he doesn’t have much room to comment since he’s also a night person himself 🤣 we’re both the same in a way that we find joy in the peacefulness of doing our own things while everyone else in the world is asleep.

my mom can basically whip up anything in the kitchen, and i wouldn’t trade her homemade dishes for any restaurant food. i could see her letting shoichi try most of her culinary creations, and she’d always invite him to any of our family occasions where her food was served. on the other hand, my dad is also a huge guitar enthusiast, so i can envision him and shoichi finding common ground and enjoying conversations, despite being quite different in many other aspects.

shoichi doesn’t really hang out with my two best friends. sure, they do get along well, and my friends have a high regard for him—after all, they know sho-chan fits my ideal type and support him as my boyfriend. however, whenever i’m with them, shoichi understands that i need my time with my girls. he wouldn’t be bothering me at all or demanding my attention, but i still make sure to let him know where i’d be and what i’d be up to with my friends so that he wouldn’t get worried.

i’m quite a picky eater (i don’t know why i forgot to mention that), so whenever sho-chan and i go out to eat, i’ll mostly end up passing the stuff i don’t like (e.g., pickles, tomatoes, eggs) from my food to his plate, and i think that’s something he’s gonna put up with for the rest of his life. sorry, sho-chan.

whenever i’m being introduced to a new board game, i struggle to pay attention during the instructions part (and those board games that involve using strategy? god, i’m so dumb at them!). you mentioned sho-chan being into dungeons & dragons, but i had no idea about the game itself, so when i looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures, i immediately thought, “oh my god, that looks complicated.” 🤣 but for shoichi, i’ll definitely give it a try. i hope he doesn’t mind me looking at him with bedroom eyes while he’s explaining the rules because he’s just so nerdy and enthusiastic about it that i find it cute 🙈

i tend to suffer from hyperacidity, which is triggered when i skip meals or indulge too much in carbonated drinks. it’s quite a hassle, but i never seem to learn my lesson. i could be stubborn as hell, so shoichi sometimes scolds me if he catches me holding my second can of cola. that’s also the reason why he brings travel-size tums in his bag whenever he’s with me because he knows it’s my lifeline sdfhjksdafk

my college course sometimes requires us to perform return demonstrations for specific medical procedures—for example, intramuscular injections, inserting intravenous lines, and such—and shoichi lets me practice on him for those because my brothers flat-out refused (those poor things chose to miss out on the opportunity of becoming my lab rats ☹️). sho-chan does his best to play the role of a patient, even though he’s so awkward and tense, and we often end up stealing kisses from each other in the middle of it. but i’m truly grateful to him. one day, if things go well for me, he’ll be one of the reasons i make it through this hell of a degree (especially since i’ll be graduating next year, and nothing could make me happier).

of course, it goes without saying i’ll do my best to support him with his studies if he requires my help, even if my knowledge is mostly limited to general or medical-related topics rather than those specific to his courses.

i can see sho-chan being roped into my hobbies. occasionally, in the dead of night, i have this thing of trying on some not-so-modest dresses from my closet that i’d probably never wear out and playing around with makeup just to snap a few photos before wiping it all off. shoichi, albeit reluctantly, becomes my makeup practice dummy (he's only cooperative when i promise not to share his photos with akiko). i’m a woman of my word, of course 😉

i actually got my driver’s license last month, so i’m looking forward to having road trips with him as we sing our hearts out to our favorite songs, and then maybe we could hit the beach or go on a camping trip. i see it as a brief escape from our academic obligations for even just a couple of days.

i’m sorry that it’s long, and thanks for taking the time to read it 🧸🧁⭐️

Yay! Hey Nix! It’s always such a treat to see you in the ask box and thank you for stopping by to chat with me 😊 It makes me really happy and I’m so glad that you’ve been having fun with the self-shipping. It’s really flattering that you think I’m great at promoting it too; I really do try hard to promote anything considered too ‘cringe’ in fandom, since I really feel very passionate about fandom being a safe place where you can be happy doing whatever, without having to worry about whether you’re being ‘cool’ enough to fit into the fandom spaces or if you’ll be teased for this or that. ‘Cringe’ is dead to me, as is gatekeeping or anything else that actively keeps people from fully enjoying something that is meant to be relaxing and fun for everyone. I definitely was so happy to read these to because I am for sure such a fan of this ship! I love all of my reader’s ship, but you and Sho-chan? Just perfect together! These weren’t tedious at all!

I love the idea of you and Shoichi both being night hours and him being worried about you not sleeping enough, but not being able to say anything because like…he’s the same. I can see late night texts to each other definitely being a thing between the two of you, haha, though Mama Bear on this side encourages both of you to get some sleep! Sleep is essential (this is definitely a do as I say, not as I do, but my Zopiclone got taken away because it interferes with another of my pills and that was the only surefire thing that helped my insomnia) and you both deserve it! Though I definitely relate to feeling at peace because the rest of the world is off and sleeping so everything’s quiet and lovely and you get to feel like you’re the only one in the world for a little bit so like, that sentence very much resonated with me.

Your mom is amazing to me, honestly! So much kudos to her because I am not the best chef and I think Shoichi would love getting all that homecooked food. While he loves his mom, cooking was never her real strong suit, so your mom might actually succeed in fattening up a bit. Despite you saying they’re really different in a lot of aspects, I can definitely see him and your dad bonding over guitars and music and general and Shoichi makes friends with your dad, for sure! He might actually really look forward to visiting your home (of course because he loves you and every chance to spend time with you is precious to him) but also just to talk to and chill with your dad! I also fully agree that Sho gives you all the space you need to hang out with your friends and I can see him hanging out with the friends that you’re not really super-close to and you being the same with him. He really would appreciate the fact that you even think to let him know where you are and what you’re up to though, just so he doesn’t worry about you.

Sho would actually be super into the fact that you try so hard to learn D&D for him but he’s quick to realize that you have trouble with the really complicated rules of the game, so I think he convinces the group he plays with (him, Spanner, Gokudera, Byakuran, Chikusa, Haru, Longchamp, Fran, Reborn, and sometimes Dino) to run a one-night more simple, one page tabletop rpg campaign that will be a lot easier for you. I’m thinking something like Himbo Treasure Hunt or something silly and fun like that. (Also, yeah, D&D can definitely be complicated, especially depending on how strict your DM is about all the rules and such…the only game I’ve met that was worse in terms of all the rules you have to learn and all the things you have to keep track of was Magic: The Gathering).

Sho not only carries travel-sized Tums with him everywhere, but when your hyperacidity acts up really bad, I think he eventually starts sharing his stomach pills with you because I definitely believe that boy has stomach pills and definitely has a bleeding ulcer by the time Choice rolls around in the future arc. Note because I work in pharmaceuticals and feel it must be said– please don’t share your prescriptions with people. He’s also more than happy to eat all the food you don’t like for you, especially the eggs. (Side note but you don’t know how happy it made me to learn someone else out there hates eggs too because I get treated like a freak for hating them.) Him being treated as your patient for your demonstrations…that he had to get used to at first but he’s so happy to be able to do something to support you and he’s getting paid in kisses, so he actually might feel like he’s winning there. Same with being used as a guinea pig for you playing around with make-up. He gets to see you in those not so modest dresses after all, so who’s really winning there? Him. He feels it’s definitely him, though please never, ever share those photos, the poor boy would die!

Aww, I just honestly loved everything you typed and shared and just, it put a huge smile on my face so thanks again for sharing!!

#i ship this so hard #sho/nix #ah you don't know how happy my friend's self-ships make me #thank you so much

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

chapter eight

You woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than you had in a long time. You'd set your alarm for 8, giving yourself enough time to make your way to your university. The smell of food instantly hit you when you got up, so you made your way towards the kitchen. Jeongin was sat at the breakfast bar whilst Seungmin was cooking eggs. You joined Jeongin and jumped up on the chair beside him.

"Morning," Seungmin said to you with a smile. "Would you like some breakfast?"

You nodded and smiled at the man behind you and yawned, stretching out your limbs. He placed a plate of food in front of you and you tucked in straight away.

"Thanks so much for letting me stay," you said to them between mouthfuls. "That was the best sleep I've had in forever."

"It's fine," Jeongin replied, pushing you gently. "And if you need to stay in the future you're more than welcome too. I'd rather you took my bed for a night and actually passed your law course than fail it."

You laughed with a nod. You couldn't wait for exams to be over so you could enjoy your summer and finally start working properly, catching up to your friends. Only a while longer, you thought to yourself.

"What time is your exam today?" Seungmin asked you, gathering the dirty dishes and placing them into the dishwasher.

"Half past eight."

"I can drop you off there before I head into work then," he said. "My first lesson is at 9. It's the trainee group who are debuting soon."

"Oh that would be great, thanks," you smiled at him. The morning going so well was setting you in a good stead for the rest of the day and you could feel yourself getting more and more relaxed for your exam.

"I need to head off now, but I'll see you on Friday, yeah?" Jeongin says to you, picking up his jacket and keys.

"Yeah, we're at Changbin's on Friday, right?" You asked.

"Yep. Bets on that Myeong makes the food?" He says cheekily before giving you both a wave and heading out the door.

"I can't wait to see Myeong. Feels like we haven't seen in her ages," you say to Seungmin.

"It's because Changbin is ashamed of us, he says it all the time."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. As much as Changbin complains about you all, you know he loves you deep down. He just likes to put a front up in front of his girlfriend.

"Maybe he's just ashamed of you, Minnie. Wouldn't surprise me," you said, raising your eyebrows before laughing and running back into Jeongin's bedroom before Seungmin can hit you with the cloth he was holding.

"Do you want a ride to your uni?" He said with his arms folded. You popped back out of Jeongin's room to pout and nod before closing the door and getting changed.

The drive to your uni was short, and Seungmin dropped you off in good time before heading to work. You went straight to the board and found your seat before entering the exam hall. You were nervous, but not half as stressed as you thought you'd be. You were lucky your friends were so accommodating, or you would have been screwed.

You worked through your paper, answering every question with a good amount of detail. You finished the exam feeling confident, leaving the exam hall with a spring in your step. It was only a mock test for your hardest class, just to have something to fall back on incase you failed, but you wanted to make sure you did the best you could.

Instead of going straight home after your exam, you decided to walk to the river. You hadn't been able to get proper fresh air for a while, ubering and getting driven when you had to go somewhere and studying so much you didn't get much time to yourself. You reached the river after a while, settling on a bench. It was a gorgeous day, spring and summer merging. The sun was out, and you watched as kids and their family's were walking and playing by the river. You were just sitting on your phone when Hyunjin phoned you.

"Hey Princess," he started the call with your nickname. "How did the exam go?"

You couldn't help but smile knowing that he remembered your mock exam even though you'd only mentioned it once.

"Yeah it went surprisingly well. I'm sure I've passed it, and that's all I need," you replied.

"Great! I'm just about to get to the river, so don't go anywhere."

You screwed your face up in confusion.

"How do you know I'm at the river?"

"Magic," he said with a knowing voice. "Kidding, I have your location on find my friends remember. I can literally see you, hold on."

True to his word, when you looked around, you saw Hyunjin wearing one of his work suits as he walked towards you.

Holding two tubs of ice cream.

Your eyes lit up and you jumped off the bench to go over to him and he gave you one of the tubs. He was sporting his signature grin and used his free hand to ruffle your hair.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked, but you were smiling at him as you said it. You both sat down together on the bench.

"I noticed you were here and I remembered you had your exam today so I thought I'd surprise you."

"And you got me ice cream?" You said as you tasted it. "Honeycomb? How did you know that was my favourite."

"I'm very observant."

"I thought you had work?" You asked, unaware of how many questions you were asking.

"The thing about being the CEO of your own company is that you can choose your own breaks," he winked at you. "Now shut up and enjoy your ice cream."

You rolled your eyes as you continued to eat your ice cream. It was delicious and you finished it quickly.

"You excited for Changbin's on Friday?" You asked him. He nodded his head and finished off his own ice cream.

"Him and Myeong always cook well. Did you see what he said on the group chat?" Hyunjin asked. You shook your head and brought out your phone to look at the group chat you had with all of the boys, named 'Bunch of Useless Fucking Idiots' by Seungmin. There was one time a couple years ago Seungmin has messaged on the group chat asking something mundane and when nobody answered, he instantly changed your group chat name and you all thought it was far too funny to change it.

BUNCH OF USELESS FUCKING IDIOTS

Changbin Aegyo King 🤴🏽

Hi idiots, some of Myeong's friends are coming on Friday, that cool?

Baby Bread 👶🏽🥖

fine by me !

Papa Smurf 💙

Yeah no trouble

What time for yours?

Changbin Aegyo King 🤴🏽

7 👍🏼

You looked over the messages, very excited that you'd be meeting some of Myeong's friends. It would be nice to know some more girls. You sent in a quick reply.

The one with the uterus 👸🏼

Yay!!!! Can't wait!!!!!

Puppy 🐶

How did ur exam go?

The one with the uterus 👸🏼

It went well!!!!

Puppy 🐶

Definitely the eggs I made u

Hyunjin looked over at you after Seungmin sent that.

"You were with Seungmin this morning?" He asked, turning his phone off and putting it down.

"Yeah, I stayed at theirs last night so I'd be able to have a good sleep before my exam," you explained. He gave you a pouty face.

"I told you if you ever needed somewhere to stay you could sleep in my spare room," he said. You took the opportunity you saw.

"Aw Jinnie, you jealous?" You said, antagonising him. He huffed. "I promise next time I need somewhere to stay I will annoy you with my presence."

"Anyway," he said, changing the topic. "I should probably head back to work soon. I have a huge situation to deal with right now."

"Oh? What's it about?"

"I really shouldn't be telling you this," he starts by saying, and you can already tell he's going to tell you anyway. "You know how Jisung went on that trip to Jeju with his group? Two of the members had a verbal argument in public and someone filmed it and it's a whole thing, so we're having a meeting to discuss it in approximately half an hour."

"God, that sounds stressful," you say. You couldn't imagine being in charge of so many things all at once like Hyunjin and Chan were.

"It is, but it's nothing we can't deal with. I would love to drive you home but I didn't bring the car here and I really need to be getting back," he says regretfully. You wave your hand.

"Not a problem, I'll just walk. It's a nice day anyway."

You thanked him for the surprise and said your goodbyes. Honestly, it was nice to just spend time with him like you used to, before your dumb heart started acting up. You really hoped this would just become a phase you'd grow out of shortly. You we're getting fed up with your feelings recently.

Your walk home was relatively quick and you spent the rest of the day chilling out, giving yourself a well deserved break. And although the workmen were making your usual racket, you did your best to ignore it and focus on how excited you were to be able to see all your friends again on Friday.

CHAPTER NINE HERE!

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Little Red and The Wolf 01

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Your in your home, you seems to be waiting for the dinner to be cooked.

"Mate! Heres dinner!" You hear someone says before they place the covered dish in front of you.

You look up to see that wolf you saw earlier this day, through it seems that you two are living together.

"What's for dinner..." You heard yourself ask.

"Well would you try to eat first?" He smiled before he open the dish and before you is odd looking steak. You take a bite, somehow a familiar sense of taste inter your system.

"...what kind of meat is this..." You question out of pure curiosity.

"Your favorite kind." He seat in front of you.

"My favorite?" You don't understand what he meant but he slowly turning to gruesome pile of meat.

"Me~" he says before he become a steak.

"-- !!???" You wake in a jolt and feeling nauseated.

"Are you ok, mate?!" You heard the same voice from your dream, you seat up in surprised and your head collide with another. Causing you to go back to sleeping yet again.

"My baby sibling finally awake?" You open your eyes and saw your brother looming above you. You quickly hugs your big brother waist.

"Brother, brother I don't wanna eat meat anymore... I mean that's a lie... through the meat I eat yesterday... I have a bad dream about it." You cried as you tell your older brother you nightmare. while you tell him, he pat your back to calm you down.

"Shh.. sh.. it's ok, MC. Everything is ok. That's just a bad dream." Niki comforted you as he softly squish your cheeks together.

"Now do you wanna eat some breakfast and early lunch together? I made you some pancake with many syrup to choice from." He change the topic, your eyes sparkle the moment he mention food. You felt your stomach grumble as it alarm you don't eat for a while.

"Yes!!" Niki seat up from the bed and you follow him along like a lost chick down stairs. You seat on the table in the kitchen and your brother put the plate of pancake tower on your side and his. Then all the syrup you could choice from.

"Thank you for the food!" You both say as you two take a mouthful of bite of your pancake and enjoying the late breakfast and early lunch together in harmony.

Through the moment come to an end when someone knock in the door. Niki look up from his decreasing tower of pancake to the direction of the door.

"Hmm.... I don't know we're having a visitor." He wonder as he drink some fruit juice to wash down the food on his mouth.

"I'll go check it out then!" You take one mofe bite of the pancake and drink see juice.

"Ok~~ come back soon cause pancake are good when its still warm~" he smiled as he wave you off, before going back to his meal.

You walk out of the kitchen to the front door of the house. Somehow you smell something delicious behind the door. you have horrible thought of whos the person behind the door, it bring nothing but fear from such thoughts as you remember your dream-- your nightmare.

But of course one needs to check if it's right or it's wrong.

"Hello!" You open the door to see the wolf from yesterday and from your dream outside with basket full of food.

"..." You close the door and take a deep breath and open it again.

"Hihi!" The same wolf greeted you again now with a wave.

"...can I help you?" You cover your nose as you can smell the scent again. Your unconsciously drooling the moment he lean in to rub his head against yours.

"H-hey! W-what was that!" You blush at the contact.

" Affection!" He beam. " I ..." You pause at his words. Holding your temple you wonder what's up with this wolf head.

" You do know I tried eating you before, like literally???" You wanna clear out things and make sure his brain is functional correctly or not. You felt worried if it's because of what you did.

"You did! You bite through my skin! Your teeth is so strong!" He complimented.

'help. This wolf is a weirdo???? Big brother hhhheeeellllppppppp! I do wanna be rude to him to just close the door at his faceeee....' you thought, pleading internally that you don't need to deal with him alone.

"MC?" It seems Niki heard your wish, but it's more of him wanting to check on what's taking you so long that the pancakes is getting very cold.

"Oh... It's Rinne's little brother. You come visiting again?" He don't seems surprised to see the young Wolf, rather he seems very use to it. He smiled as he look at the basket Hiiro brought.

"little MC. Don't you remember it's bad to make food wait or deny guest in our house?" That's why he have to deal with the intruder called Rinne every single time. But Hiiro is more nice to have as a guest than the older one.

"b-brother!!" You tag his cloths, not believing his making this tasty wolf stay!

" MC when your unconscious for couple of days... Which is probably on my part for hitting you. His the one who took care of you with me..." He felt bad as he cherish the back of your head, you jolt when he rub the aching bump from the hit.

"sorry mc... I won't hit you anymore with a frying pan.." He hugs you and trying to comfort you as he gesture hiiro to come in as your momentarily destructed by your big brother warm hug.

"It's okii..." You mumble as you hugs Niki. Like a clingy child.

" Sorry for intruding!" Hiiro says as he comes inside your humble home. " Mate! This is my gift for you!" He offer the basket to you with a smile. You look at him while still hugging your big brother.

" You don't cut yourself and put the meat in the basket right???" your mind went back to the dream you have. Niki chuckle at your words as he pet your head, calming you down.

" No??? Do you want me too???" Does it mean, you want him to do that? He will take it to mind then--

" NO! DON'T!" You quickly shake your head.

"Shhhh. Calm down, calm down... Hiiro is just joking, MC." Your bro quickly comfort you. After a while, you manage to calm down.

" Huhuhu... Big brother. Do we really have to let a steak enter our house?" The scent is once again becoming more fragmented for you own good when hiiro close the door behind him.

" Bad mc!" Niki flick your forehead when you call the young Wolf steak. "It's bad to call people name and especially call them food names." He point out.

" Huhuhu... Sorry..." You weep. You don't like when you brother nags you, it mean his mad at you. "Are you mad?"

"Say sorry first to our guest."

"..." You look at him and sigh. " S-sorry... I don't mean to call you names..." You look at Hiiro, feeling bad about it when you realize it's indeed very rude to do so.

" Oh, it's fine! I been called worse." He chuckle, his laughter sound like a beautiful tone on your ears, causing your ears to turn red. 'what... ?? ' confuse by your own reaction you become silent as you look at him smiling warmly as he offer you the basket.

" My gift to you my mate~"

"Thank you--" accepting it with a soft smile as it is food, and food cannot be refuse. It's disrespectful!

"I love you, mate~" He says as he hugs you. "H-huh...?!" You were frozen stiff by the contact and start to turn red as his words, close contact and the fact his scent is so close, made you mentally drunk. Your heart isn't doing you any good when it's beating so fast!

This is so crazy! Do you need to a doctor ?! D-do you have time for doctor check up today??? Wait! Don't You have a homework--?? What about tommorow???' you start to think as hiiro rubs his cheeks against yours, his wolf ears and tails comes out from happiness he felt. His fluffy tail wagging in glee behind him.

"Ehehe~ your so warm." He mumble smiling.

"... Amagi Hiiro. I'm counting from 5 to 0. You better stop hugging my lil mc cause we need to eat ok!?"

"O-oh?! Okii!" His eyes widen bug he stills hugs you. He will hug you till the timer run out.

"I love you~" he says again as he spin you around in his arms, you were turning brighter red like his hair and probably end up Melting from his warm affection being too foreign to you.

*Chuuu.

Kissing your forehead, he let go of you as Niki says 0.

"Ok! Time for breakfast! Come eat with us, hiiro-kun!" Niki open his eyes as he beam. He saw you on the floor holding your cheeks and having steam of embarrassment coming out of your head.

"Ahaha~ mc! Don't just stay there! Let's go eat ok?" He pulled you up and you three all went to the kitchen.

He happily serve hiiro his own set of mountain of pancakes. As the three of you eat, hiiro fluffy tail keep wagging happily as he enjoy such moment with you.

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