#✯｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ .⁠✧ nao cries

[aonungsmate]

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[aonungsmate]

Me reading before i sleep

Mom, am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more?

✎ Synopsis ! You've been thrusted to carry the burden of the eldest after his passing.

Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. Mentions of death and violence! (wc; 4070)

Song: Class of 2013, Mitski.

A mother’s love is of all things.  

“You start from here,” Her gentle hands moved across the cloth as she showed you how to make the first stitch, her voice encouraging as she patiently talked you through every step. You listened to her instructions, your tiny fingers following every gesture, but your mind drifted off to somewhere and Neytiri was well aware of that. 

"Mama, how much longer will this take?" You whined, your lips pursed in a pout as you discarded the rag. It was taking far too long for your liking and you were more than ready to be finished, but your mother's stern gaze was enough to stay put.

“Until you finally get it.” She sighed, knowing well that you wanted nothing but to run to your father and Neteyam. Neytiri could see clearly that you wanted nothing more than to train with them, learning all that Jake had to teach, and while she was relieved that you were so eager, she couldn't help but feel a little left behind.

You furrowed your brow as you looked down at the mangled fabric in front of you, feeling frustration coursing through your veins. "I don't like sewing," You sighed quietly to yourself, trying to undo the mess of stitches and start again from scratch.

A mother’s love could be quite petulant. Neytiri could feel the insecurity settling at the pits of her stomach, thinking about how his mate was doing a much better job at parenting. She was never able to keep you in one place, always wriggling uneasily on your chair and asking for the time so you can go, so she was often left with no other choice than to give into your demands and watch as you ran away from her.

It was silly, you were just a child– what child wouldn't want to be outside where the world was theirs to explore?

With another sigh, Neytiri placed a hand to your shoulder in understandment. She gave you a gentle squeeze,  “You know where your father is, go on.” 

A mother’s love could be fiery– burning brightly like a wildfire in her heart. It was a force that drove her to do anything she could to ensure the wellbeing of her children, even if it meant making difficult decisions that brought pain to herself.

When you once came home, battered and bruised, of course she did not relent. 

“What was the only thing I asked?” She carefully tended to your wounds, despite the frustrated tears streaming down your face. With a sigh of exhaustion, she reminded you in a rough whisper, “To be careful!” 

“I don’t let you run off with your father and Neteyam for you to carelessly train yourself,” She continued to scold you, “Now look at you, do you know how long these bruises will heal?” you hung your head low in shame, not wanting to meet her angry gaze. You felt guilty for making her worry and were immediately overcome with remorse.

“For this, you are not allowed to train for two weeks,” She said sternly, “Not until these heal, you understand?”

“But mama,” You tried to change her mind, but the look she gave was enough to let you know that she wasn’t going to tolerate any argument on the matter. You begrudgingly nodded your head in agreement with a frown. 

“I love you, ma’ite,” When you didn’t reply, her heart sank a little. She knew you would resent her for this while the duration of your punishment stretches on, but she was only looking out for you– besides, there was no way she was going to let you train all sore. You’d understand when you’re older. 

Neytiri would do anything if it means everyone would be safe. 

A mother’s love is of all things, but above all, the love she had rooted from no other else but her own children. 

When you once came forward with a present, she was curious. It wasn’t like you didn’t lend any gifts at all, if anything, you were the most thoughtful with giving; always coming home with trinkets from your training, colorful beads from a lazy stroll, or even rocks with the weirdest of shapes. But you were most excited with this one, a smile growing every second as you waited for Neytiri to grab the wrapped box. 

“What is this?” She had her eyebrow quirked up high in curiosity, a tiny smile fighting to stay suppressed.

“Open it, come on!” You squealed, trying hard not to open it yourself. 

“You made this?” She said, looking at the well-made shawl– actually, it was messy. The stitches weren’t as straight and there were holes larger than the others, a few smaller, but the ornaments sewn between the threads were no doubt from you. To her, it was the most beautiful thing ever; it was from you. 

“I did!” You beamed, chest puffing out proudly, “Well.. maybe I cheated a little. Grandmother helped me, but all the beads there are from me! See those?” You excitedly gestured to each and every trinket, going with great detail into how and where you got them. She asked questions along the way, marveling at how eager you were to tell her of your adventures. 

While you were keen on your work, her eyes were only on you, listening intently. 

“So.. do you like it?” 

Neytiri burst into a fit of giggles as she embraced you tightly, her head resting against the little space on your neck. “I love it, Ma’ite– I love you.” she whispered softly.

You returned the hug, “Does this mean I’m done with sewing?”

“Don’t push it.” 

It didn’t matter whether you were with Jake most of the time– she wanted to tell him how wrong he was to tell her you were a daddy’s girl. Neytiri received a shawl from you– a shawl. It’s safe to say that maybe you loved her a bit more than Jake. 

While her love was indescribable, there were no exact words for her anguish too. When Neteyam died, it was nothing but loss. No mother should have to bury their child. It weighed heavily on her– so heavy, a piece of her died along with him. Neytiri felt it in every pore of her being, a dull ache that could never be filled no matter how much time passed. 

Neteyam, her first born and first loss. 

The same anguish was apparent on you too and she wasn’t blind to that fact. 

You were carefully tending to the different herbs on the corner of your pod. You placed them in the mortar, crushing it with a pestle between your fingers and frowning with concentration. You had asked Neytiri if you could stay behind and help with chores and while she did need an extra pair of hands, it was also an excuse to get out from training for the day.

Neytiri knelt beside you, her grip on your hand preventing you from mashing the already mashed ingredients in the bowl. She looked into your eyes with genuine concern, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “What’s troubling you, ma’ite?” She asked softly. You sighed heavily in response while setting the bowl down slowly.

When you didn't answer, she asked again. “Neteyam?” Your breathing hitched and that was all the answer she needed. 

“It’s been over a month already,” You started, unable to look at her, “I don’t wanna mourn anymore. I don’t wanna cry– Tuk, she,” 

“I know. I heard.” You were struck with a wave of embarrassment as you abruptly turn to face her, realizing now that you weren't as silent as you had wished that night. You shook your head, trying to push down the shame. 

“I’m the eldest now and she’s tougher than me, it’s really a slap on the face.” 

Neytiri sits in front of you, taking both your hands in her own. She looks at you steadily with a piercing and gentle gaze, “Have you ever thought that maybe the reason why it isn’t letting you rest is because you haven’t mourned him properly?” Unable to process her words, you look up to her with a confused expression, beckoning her to continue. “All you have ever done is cry– blame yourself for what has happened. That is not mourning, you are simply wallowing in self-pity.” 

“It’s not easy,” You quickly interject, shaking your head with a hint of frustration.  

“And it’s not supposed to, but you’re here trying to stop yourself from feeling.” She soothes the skin of your hands with gentle rubs, trying to calm you down. “Have you ever visited him after what had happened?” 

She was met with only silence and again, it was all the answer she needed. With a heavy sigh, Neytiri gently pulls you closer to her, “Ma’ite, maybe it’s time you talk to him. You aren’t letting his soul rest either,” She whispers, “You’re making him wait.” 

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, burying your head into your mother's arms. Despite feeling a little embarrassed by the sudden display of emotion, you can't deny the comfort it brings. Neytiri holds onto you tightly, as if she too needed this moment just as much as you did. 

After a few more minutes, she nudges you softly, “I’m going to get more herbs,” With another kiss to your temple, she squeezed your shoulders and stood up. 

Neytiri’s words hit you hard– she was right. You have never put an effort to visit your brother, let alone talk to him. The realization was like a punch in the gut; while you were trying so hard to put as much space between you, Neteyam remained waiting. 

You had to talk to him, had to tell him everything before your heart could hold no more. It didn’t matter if he was angry anymore, nor if he would have blamed you for what had happened. You missed your brother– missed him like a little kid.

You stood up, taking your woven satchel– but before you could take another step out the door, Jake enters with a disheveled Lo’ak behind; it was clear that he got into a fight, the bruises on his face and body was enough to tell. “What was the one thing I asked?” Jake asks, scanning the area to check if anyone had followed them, “The one thing!”

“Look, dad. Ao’nung was picking on Kiri,” Lo’ak defends himself, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “They called her a freak.” 

“And you! Where were you? Weren’t you supposed to be training?” His tone is harsh and demanding, cutting off any chance to interject. Jake turns to you, livid,  “I catch you over here slacking off while this knucklehead is giving them a passage to kick us off the island– Jesus Christ, you’re the eldest now!” 

“I’m sorry, sir, this is my fault.” You replied, unable to meet his gaze. “I should’ve been keeping an eye on everyone.”

“Damn right. I catch a break for one second– one second!” He continued to berate and you could only hang your head low. “You’re supposed to be like Neteyam, but ever since we got here, all you’ve done is disappoint me. You disappoint me, __.”

“But I wasn’t just slacking, I was helping with–” 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He immediately turns back to Lo'ak. He badly wanted to come to your defense, but something about Jake's steely gaze made him think twice. His lips quiver as he struggles against the urge to speak, feeling frustrated. “Go apologize to Ao’nung.”

“It’s not fair, dad! They were–”

He quickly dismisses him like he did with you, “Go make peace. I don’t know how, just go.” 

Lo’ak was the first to move, his footsteps heavy as he walked out. Before you followed, you glanced one last time at Jake, trying to look for any trace of remorse in his eyes. All you found was the same stoic expression. With a sigh, you trudged behind your brother.

Once you both were far enough from your Marui, you quickly grabbed Lo’ak’s wrist, stopping him from walking further. “Stay here,” 

He gave you a perplexed look as you firmly held him, “I’m supposed to be making amends.”

“I’ll do it myself so for once, stay here and  just do nothing.” Your mind was clouded, absolutely heavy from your father’s words. With another frustrated sigh, you let go of him. “What were you thinking?” 

“What do you mean?” His tone was laced with a mixture of guilt and defiance, shoulders tense. 

“You know damn well, Lo’ak.” The laugh that erupted from your mouth is menacing– mean. You grabbed his shoulders and spun him, forcing him to look at you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He quickly shrugs your grasp away, his gaze downcast. Lo’ak couldn’t bear to even glance at you, not when you’re looking at him like that. It was so unlike you to be angry, usually you were the most patient– understanding. Right now, your eyes held nothing but exhaustion and it was like you were a different person yourself, morphing into someone he terribly misses. 

God, he misses his brother. Now that he’s gone, things are a lot worse– he didn’t even know that it was possible to feel more alone. There was no one who’d put on an effort to cheer him up despite him royally fucking up, no one to mess with his hair, or to stand up for him. With Neteyam, he was sure he understood him so well– with Neteyam, he was still a child. Lo’ak swears he also died that night, heart buried along his back at home. His younger self has not stopped crying ever since, shouting at him, asking, “It’s our fault again, is it?”

“You would have done the same,” He tries to reply with the same fierceness, but his voice is breaking. “Maybe if you were there, you would have even thrown in a punch too–” 

You spun him again irritatedly, “But I’m not like you. It’s different here, you understand?” Your voice was getting louder– growing absolutely desperate with every word. “You aren’t thinking!” That stunned the both of you and you couldn’t help but feel a nauseating deja-vu the moment it left your mouth. It was familiar, oh so familiar it hurt.

“What has gotten into you?” Before he could wait for a reply, you had already stormed off, leaving him right in the open.

It wasn’t hard to find Ao’nung, being the olo’eyktan’s son made him stand out easily. They were at the shore and unlike Lo’ak, you could see how they’ve gotten the end of the punches more badly. You tried not to visibly wince at the huge deep-purple bruise forming on his face and the others littered all over his body– yikes. 

You knew he deserved this. Ao’nung wasn’t the kindest ever since you had seeked uturu so you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite this, he didn’t relent. 

 “I’ll forgive you once you are able to ride an Ilu,” he said, and his friends snickered from behind, “But you still can’t, right? What would father do if he hears that none of the Sullys’ had gone out to apologize.” 

You clench your fists, digging your nails into your palms as they continue to ridicule you; you wanted to retaliate with the same harshness Lo’ak had, but you knew you had to keep composure. Oh Great Mother, the urge was strong. “All I have to do is ride an Ilu?” 

“Don’t bother,.” He scoffed, harshly jabbing his fingers into your chest, “You’re funny if you think that I’ll ever save you again– it would be one less freak from the clan.” Everyone broke out into a fit of loud laughter, taking turns in mocking you. 

“Consider us forgiven then.” You said firmly, pushing past them and marching towards the sea. 

He called for you to stay back, but you couldn’t just stop now– not when you have already mounted your ilu. The salty ocean air filled your lungs as you surveyed the horizon, the waves crashed on the rocks and it was evident that the water was fiercer. It should’ve been enough sign for you to pocket your pride and relent.

As you made the bond, you embraced the creature, trying to steady your breathing. “Just this once, please? Please, please. Save me from embarrassment.” 

It was a foolish decision to act out of spite, especially after you had been trying for well over a month with no success. You knew there was little chance that this time would be any different, but the impulse drove you forward and you just couldn't let go. As the ilu surged ahead with reckless abandon, you held on more desperately than before.

You were struggling to keep the creature in check. The strong waves made it even more challenging to stay on top of the situation, but you pushed ahead determinedly with an iron grip that was sure to leave your hands sore. Suddenly, your hard work seemed to pay off as the ilu started slowing down under your control, enough that you could relax a little. 

As you emerged from the water, you couldn’t help the shout escaping your throat as the other’s stood ready near their own ilus. Whether the smirk from Ao’nung’s face was of disbelief or if he had been genuinely impressed didn’t matter to you, all you could feel was a surge of pride burning through your skin. You flipped him off, peppering your ilu with much deserved kisses. 

“Come on, let’s go further,” You talked to her, encouraging her to keep moving forward, where she replied with an eager yip. 

You were absolutely thrilled– it had been a grueling month and the anticipation was nearly too much to bear. The thought of finally riding an ilu was almost too exciting for words. Although you preferred the forest, you’d be a big fat liar if you denied the beauty of Awa’atlu. You’ve been dying to explore– you felt like a kid again.

As you continued to ride forward, with not a thought in mind, you would not have expected to be found so easily.

It was almost night time and everyone was getting ready for dinner inside. Jake waited at the entrance of the Marui, sharpening his dagger as he waited for you.  He glanced around impatiently as he tried to ignore the spiraling  uneasiness in his stomach. 

“It’s getting cold, ma Jake.” Neytiri called for him, rubbing his back soothingly. “Wait for her inside, she’s probably on her way home.” She had noticed how anxious he was growing as the sun started to set and the dark night began to creep closer. It was even more obvious when he hadn't moved from his spot in front for hours already, frown deepening. 

“I failed as a father, Neytiri,” His voice emerged from his throat, strained and raw. He had done all he could, but it seemed that his luck had truly run out.  Now that he faced the truth of his failures, he was filled with bitter regret and a deep sadness for what could have been– of what he had to lose. “I look at them and I feel like I’ve already lost everyone.” 

Neytiri kneeled beside him, curling her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “You only did what you thought was best,” she whispered softly.

“And yet, I managed to make things worse.”  

“Just talk to them, ma Jake,” She gave him a stern look, squeezing his shoulders, “It hasn’t been easy for them either.”

“I know that, but–” The crackling of the line made Jake wince, but he could make out his daughter's voice beneath the static from the other line, and the urgency in your voice made his body jolt– a familiar dread that brought him back to that fateful night when you desperately called out for Neteyam. 

“Can someone hear me?”

The searing heat was unbearable, even when you were surrounded by nothing but water, it scorched your skin the same. The village was rising from the ashes of an unforgiving fire, the island surrounded by familiar ships. Your eyes mirrored the flames that engulfed the area and you were unable to look away— unable to move.

Your fingers frantically felt for the device tucked on your ear, pressing on its button, hoping someone would answer– pride be damned, you even hope that it would be your father. 

He stood up, instinctively grabbing the gun from his side, “__? What’s wrong, baby girl? Talk to me.” 

“Dad, Sir, a village!” Your voice nearly drowned out, inaudible from the deafening sound of waves thrashing towards you and your ilu. You were holding onto her for dear life as the salty water stung at your eyes, blurring your vision, “A village is on fire!”

“What? Where are you?” 

Neytiri stood sharply beside him, her eyes wide with fear as she desperately tried to hear your voice from the intercom. “Jake, what’s happening? Where is she?”

“I don’t know– I don’t know! I rode my Ilu too far. Dad, there are ships! Sky-people ships, plenty!” You spoke rapidly, your words tumbling out of your mouth faster and faster as the panic built up inside of you. You were becoming increasingly anxious, with every passing second more fearful than the last. “They’re here sir, they found us.” 

Jake’s heart plummeted there and then. 

“They’re hurting them– they have them at gunpoint, what do I do?” You continued to hurriedly talk, explaining the severity of the situation. It was nauseatingly terrifying, a sickening sensation that had taken root in his stomach and clouded his mind with nothing but overwhelming fear. “I– I have to do something, anything! Please, tell me what to do.”

“Listen to me, listen to Sempu alright?” His voice is gravelly, like he hasn't been able to catch a breath in what feels like days. Jake was desperate as he wanted to tell you this wasn’t about you proving yourself anymore, acting on behalf of your brother’s loss. This was solely about him wanting his sweet daughter back, safe and sound. “Don’t look at them, for the love of– please, get out of there now.” 

“But dad, I–”

“I need you back here, please baby girl, please.” 

However, you and him did not stand on the same ground, hearts paced on different pages. All you saw were the people; their safety and well-being had to come first and foremost. You had to save them, had to do something to avert the danger. They were innocent and above all, helpless. 

To Jake, all he could think was of you, his sweet daughter, caught in a wildfire. 

“This is an order, __. Turn back now,” It was the only thing he could do, instill authority in hopes it would make you deter. “I’ll alert Tonowari of the situation. It’s not a good idea to barge into face-first and vulnerable, you hear me? What are you gonna do with all their guns and people? Turn back. Now.” 

And it worked. Only now were you able to let out the breath you kept for so long, finally averting your gaze and looking down in shame. “I hear you, sir, I’m,” With one last look, you gulped. “I’m heading back.” 

“Good. Don’t let them see you.” 

As you reconnected with the Ilu, you pleaded it to take the lead and guide them both back home. You could feel her emotions racing through your veins, her fear undeniable as she witnessed others of her kind slaughtered mercilessly by the shoreline. The bond between you was overwhelming and unsteady, so much that it almost took all your energy just to keep yourself from dissociating from her.

Before you could submerge below the safety of the waters again, your ilu begins to bellow loudly in distress. Its body thrashes around, making it hard for you to hold on. “Mawey, mawey!”

More static could be heard from Jake’s intercom, the noise turning more and more deafening. He tried to make out anything from the sound, but all he could hear was white noise. You called out for him one last time, before the pager turned off.

“Jake, please, where’s my daughter?” 

When Neytiri lost her eldest, she didn’t think she’d lose another one so soon.

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[lebomboniere06]

Official teaser 🙌🙌Haie sensei 🫠

[ttaibhse]

driving with my dad has become more stressful than driving with my mum #feminism

[aonungsmate]

Hmm feeling it might write some later

anyone else just think spider is one of the most precious human beings and needs more fics

LIKE HOW CAN U NOT LOVE HIM?

[caffeiiine]

finished and more wahhhhhh!!!!

this is why i can't have favorites T^T. they all die on me T^T. why can't i have nice things T^T?

i guess i'm going to wait for the final part of the third chapter. i don't know how long that'll be, which is fine :D.

GSHSG 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[rekino2114]

Prompt 38 for Nao Egakoro.

Because...y'know.

Nobody deserves to die in that game, especially her.

Nao egokoro comforting you after a nightmare

Pairing:nao egokoro x gn reader

A/n:Seriously, her death was so unfair, at least joe actually got the sacrifice card from the start

Spoilers for yttd chapter 2

The second main game was literally a nightmare for you, even more than the rest of the death game.

The possibility of nao being the sacrifice and being basically guaranteed to die came up, and you could not accept that, the fact that you would have to watch your girlfriend die in a brutal way like everyone else made you want to cry, scream and puke all at the same time.

During the convention, that possibility turned into a certainty, and you were livid, partly because you still hadn't fully processed the possibility of the person you loved most being killed right in front of your eyes and partly because it was all just so completely unfair, nao was being killed just because she was a not on the same level of importance the others were or some other bullshit like that, so gashu just gave her the sacrifice card, he even preferred to kill himself rather than let nao live

Of course, sara didn't vote for her. She was too good-hearted to let everyone else die here, plus she knew that nao would have chosen to escape with you and not her. And so it was over, your and nao's votes weren't enough so she had to be executed

"Ah.......so this it it"

"N-no, nao please, you can't just give up like that.....s-safalin is there nothing you can do?"

The floormaster avoided your look and simply covered her eyes (despite being the number 1 safalin fan I still have no idea what that thing on her head is called)

"I-i'm afraid not, I need to go through with the execution of the sacrifice first......I'm...sorry"

"............."

"Hey y/n, why are you frowning like that? You're not gonna die. you should be happy about that"

You turned to see your girlfriend looking at you with one of her wide smiles. Usually, you loved seeing her smile like that, but right now, not even one cell in your body could feel happiness

"W-what are you saying? You're going to die nao, I love you, i-i can't just be happy knowing that-"

"......y/n......I love you too.....so please just accept this"

"H-huh?"

"I'm not asking you to forget me obviously, but I hate seeing you in pain....s-so please don't cry......i-if you cry then....."

Nao wiped her eyes a bit and you saw that she started tearing up too

"I-it makes me wanna cry too"

You instinctively hugged her and started to stroke her long hair, just like you always did when she cried

"....n-no....I'm the one supposed to be comforting you....*sniffle* w-why?"

"....I was so selfish"

"W-what?"

"I was so worried about me that I didn't even realize how scary this must be to you, I'm sorry nao"

".......y/n......I love you so much"

".....me too"

"I'll paint a picture of you in the afterlife, I'll show professor mishima and reko too, it will be the best thing I'll ever paint"

"I'm sure it will, I can't wait to see it"

"And we'll all be cheering you on from there alright? So don't give up or anything like that"

"Don't worry I wasn't planning on doing that anyway"

"That's good.....i-i think I'm ready now"

"......really?"

"N-not really........c-can we kiss? One last time?"

".......of course"

You two kissed, a feeling of melancholy spread through your body when you did, knowing it was gonna be the last kiss you'll share

"Goodbye y/n, I love you"

"I love you too"

Nao got dragged to her execution, and it was even more brutal than you expected. Her entire torso got crushed by a contraption as you could do nothing but silently cry.

"Y/n,y/n"

You woke up in a cold sweat to see nao standing above you in her adorable color splashes covered pajamas

"Is everything OK? I could hear you sniffling and it woke-"

"You're ok!"

You immediately hugged her and started crying again

"You're alive nao, I'm so happy!"

"Y-yeah I am......why wouldn't I be?"

"S-sorry I think I had a nightmare"

"Oh it must have been terrible.....y-you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm always here to hear you out"

".....we were all trapped in a death game and you got executed really brutally....i-i don't want to remember it"

"That's fine, let's just start cuddling again alright? I think that will help you"

"Definitely"

She smiled back at you and started holding you close again as you fell onto the bed

"I love you y/n, and I'll never ever ever leave you don't forget that OK?"

".......I love you too, I'll never leave you either"

[ethanlandrysgirl]

If I don't see a part 2 im gonna cry

I luh this sm

secret / ethan landry drabble

synopsis: ghostface quickly finds you alone, smashing through your apartment to get close to you. under his knife, betrayal from the person you trusted the most was the last thing you expected.

warning/tags: mildly graphic, stabbing, blood, scream 6 spoilers, your bf is a killer.

word count: 500.

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you can hear ghostface’s shallow breaths as he drags the knife across your chest, drawing tiny droplets of crimson. your throat closes up, unable to let any words of pleading out, sealing your fate. the one time your roommates, tara and sam, leave to go to the store is the time ghostface decides to make a star appearance. typical.

after picking up a pair of fabric scissors when he was distracted, you slowly retract them from behind your back, seeing your sudden chance while he fixates on dragging out your torture, wanting to intensify your panic before slaughtering you. firmly gripping the handle, you sink it into his abdomen, putting all of your strength and anger into the pressure of the blade. ghostface tilts his head at you, quickly backing away. you keep hold of your weapon, dread washing over you as he places his gloved hand over the wound, blood running down his fingers.

“you fucking bitch.” he grunts, the whine in his tone familiarising you. you furrow your brow, denial overtaking you for a few seconds, but you know that voice all too well, too well to ever mistake it. you stifle your gasp, stomach dropping to the floor in realisation. there was a reason why your boyfriend always disappeared when you, or your friends, were being targeted by a psychotic killer. you always turned a blind eye. your sweet, innocent boyfriend would never. now, it’s looking like that level of trust will cost you your life. abandoning your safety, you run up to him, clutching the bottom of the white mask, and ripping it from his face.

ethan has a huge grin painted on his expression, eyes casted over with enjoyment and darkness. he laughs at your cries, bewildered as to how you hadn’t figured it out sooner. he’d expected so much more or you, you are his partner after all, he chose you. the air thick with silence and deception, ethan takes his knife and plunges it into you at your most vulnerable moment, twisting it far into your stomach to evoke louder screams. your knees refuse to hold your body a second longer, and before you know it, you’re on the floor, writhing in pain, and completely at ethan’s disposal. he towers over you, groaning deeply, composing himself surprisingly well for being drenched in his own blood. 

slumped against your once white wall, he squats down to you height, brown curls stuck to his hot face, chest heaving. you look at him with nothing but fury in your eyes, weakly applying pressure to your worsening wound to postpone your premature death. ethan stares with dark doe eyes, feeling accomplished. you weren’t his original target, yet once he saw your friendliness with his brother’s murderer, he knew you had to go, too. after getting close to you, unfortunately, his adolescent crush overpowered his ulterior motives. he was obsessed with you, and hated you all at the same time.

“it hurts doesn’t it? hm, baby?” ethan taunts, delicately moving your hair out of your face, the blood from his fingers marking your cheek. you have no words to spill, overwhelmed by betrayal, and not willing to gift him an ounce of your energy. he takes off his glove to stroke the tears away from your under eyes, watching in validation as you groan in agony. he places a single kiss on your plump lips, suddenly expressing reconsideration. he’s going to let you live.

“this’ll be our little secret, okay?”

[goldyluna]

🎉🎉🎉Happy Birthday, Professor🎉🎉🎉

I know Mishima would never say something like this to Nao and I don't think it is her fault he died. But I think even if she knew that professor would always love her, she would still have nightmares where the Guilt of Voting would eat her alive... her cries would never end and her heart would keep bleeding until it stopped beating. She then would meet him again on the Other Side. Bless their souls and give them peaceful life after death.

Have a great day :D

[logical-emotion]

welcome to "shit my friend and I did the first time we played yttd"

spoilers btw...

made nao country because overalls = country accent

gave mishima a monokuma voice that always gradually came down to our normal voices during his lines

were the biggest mishima haters ever??? for some reason??? voted for him in the practice game and then thought it depended on who you picked

had to play 1-1 by skipping through about 5 times because we forgot to save

said "yeah we finished chapter one" and then watched the recap and got spoiled for the sage and sacrifice, just didnt know which was which

i cried and had to take a breather in the bathroom after jamming my finger clicking so hard for joe

always traded with gin , not because he was a cute kid but because "free money"

failed the final attraction SO BAD

absolutely died during the alice and safalin fried rice conversation, quoted it for the rest of the playing session

accepted q taro's trade without knowing what would happen, forgot to save, lost our memory dance that we spent an hour on

MEMORY DANCE. spent and hour on it, lost it, and then found out about the easy ticket

stay on target took forever because of the janky laptop we used, cheered when we did it

named midori "my penis" because we are so mature

could NOT keep it together during chapter 3

got every single dummy killed except ranmaru

they screamed "THATS IT?" when we finished 3-1b

[s4misc00l]

Pink and brown

Nana x hachi 

tags:

Slow burn , hurts confort, w/w, healing, romantic fluff, Angst, use of au, childhood meeting,duo pov , time skip, pregnant hachi , bad relationship, dark topics, domestic abuse, good ending

 

Chapter 1

Japan ,Winter of 1990.

     “Now Nana your sisters and father are hungry would you be a dear and get some fish at the market.” “yes mama !” Nana beamed finally being of use made her proud. In the part of town they lived in it was considered more than safe for a child of her age to run errands for their parents. Though sometimes she would pout and ask why Nao couldent do it, she was older afterall.

     Sliping her big coat on after her little brown boots with small tufts of pink lining them which she so deeply adored. She made sure to zip her jacket up as far as she could and fixing hear beanie to cover her small pierced ears. “I'm leaving mama !” 

     With those words Nana was on her way; she had always had a kind demeanor and an identity that was kind and playful. Gripping her 2,000 yen bill, if she lost it she'd never hear the end of it. Nana walked to the same market vendor she always had, it was so often they knew her by name ‘Nana Komatsu’, they also knew that she was ten years old. Her favorite color was pink, and how she loved to bake strawberry cake and wished she had someone to share it with. She'd go on and on about everything she loved in those small moments with the market vendor she felt alive, for the first time in her life she felt like someone could care as much as she could. 

     This winter on the other hand was colder than the others had been. The snow made the pretty boots slide. ‘Hey, those boots are weird!” said what seemed to be the leader of a group of little boys. They seemed much older than nana towering over her and speaking foul profanities she couldn't even understand. The constant berating of their mean words lashing at her face caused a sting in her eyes. “haHAHA CRY BABY NANA!”, she would never admit it but she was . Nana had a big heart that at the mere touch leaked tears of sorrow most of it had been built up to overflow. “L leave m..mme alone.” , she muttered barely being able to get it out though gasps and the most heart wrenching cries. “No little baby with the ugly boots!!” The boys belched out mocking her tears and demeanor. “LEAVE HER ALONE UGLY” . The yell hit Nana's ears ringing deep within her . there she was, all nana could think was how cool she was, her hair to her shoulders, the ends of it resting just above her soft yellow scarf and a gritty looking beanie adorned her head . “Are you okay Girl ?” IN all her aw for this mysterious girl she had never met before her eyes cleared and tears evaporated on her rosy red cheeks. “Your weird girl.”, The remark ripped nana from her hase of this new girl's glory “WHAT… no im not” she grumbled cheeks puffing and eyebrows knitting together showing an obvious disappointment. “HAHAHA YOUr so funny “ her laugh was soft, it wasn't mocking like the boys. She was kind and oh so pretty too . “Ech girl your fish is gonna get weird if you don't go.” she pointed at the fish nana forgot she even had. The plastic handles had already left a deep red mark between her palm and fingers. Quickly bidding the raggedy girl farewell she dashed home as quickly as she could. Her mothers yells ring in her ears, preparing herself for what's to come.

Chapter 1/?

chapter one is writen in hachis pov as her nickname will be introduce later :D!!!

[reco-obsessed]

i just realized...... i dont believe ive ever asked you for naoreko hcs!?!?!!? what kind of hc anon am i..............unless i already did......hmm having bad memory really sucks......anyways/.........

hello anon . IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A WEEK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got really caught up with school and havent had time to sit down and type this out ... hmm.. no, i dont think you did anon. ursheen and reko, yes, but not naoreko. luckily for you, i also have a very bad memory, so we can just forget and rewrite the whole thing together. no need to worry, you're a very nice hc anon. lets see what i can think up...

most of this is fluffy stuff, set in some sort of no death game au. hope you dont mind (hey, who knows, naoreko headcanons deathgame edition could be a whole other request).

my interpretation of naoreko is very much based on the side content; reko being someone who gets flustered easily, with nao being surprisingly forward and unapologetic about her attraction to reko. though i dont think its always intentional on nao's part- sometimes she just blurts things out, without realizing how they sound to others. nao isnt so much "flirty" as she is an open book. if she wants to kiss, she'll probably let her crush know, and probably not on purpose. she has this line when shes talking to sara which is a big part of where my interpretation of this comes from. i think nao is just a very straightforward person that way. its a very funny + underrated character trait of hers.

that isnt to say i dont have things i drawn from the actual game, too- though i do wish we had more actual naoreko scenes rather than just the implication that nao and reko were close off-screen, at least during chapter 2. but thats kind of a side tangent.

i really enjoy interpretations that reko has infodumping tendencies. i dont think its hard for her to go on long rants about music, whether that be an album she just binged, a song shes working on, general comments / reflections on entire genres, all using technical language someone whos not super involved with music would probably never had heard of. shes pretty good about not springing this onto people unexpectedly, and is pretty good about checking in on the other person in the conversation. when it comes to naoreko, i imagine nao trying to get reko to rant about her passion fullheartedly, only for reko to usually have to backtrack because she didnt realize how it sounds to a non-musician.

of course, nao encourages her to talk about this kind of thing regardless, because she loves seeing reko go in depth about something she enjoys. but reko prefers the conversation to not get too one-sided, so she doesnt always indulge nao on this. reko could overthink a music piece for hours.

i think reko is very much the type of person to support and appreciate other artists. this is obvious when shes listening to other musicians, of course, but applies to other mediums too; i think shed really like nao's art and always be trying to get her hands on prints of them. nao likely didnt even produce a lot of prints until reko pushed her because she wanted to be able to appreciate her girlfriends art. the first piece reko ever mentioned wanting a copy of, nao reproduced a replica by hand. reko almost cried when she found out.

reko is a very busy person, but she also really values spending time with people. nao has puppy eyes that could level buildings with their sheer influence. this is to say, reko finds herself packing as many dates into her schedule as she can handle because she can rarely get herself to say no to nao. luckily for her, shes usually the one initiating, but even so, her work-life balance can get really hectic.

ive mentioned i interpret nao as a fandom kid and i stand by that. at the very least, she has a couple of "childish" or nerdy interests, like rewatching her favorite childhood shows or being really into cozy video games like animal crossing, stardew valley, the pokemon games, etc. shes very nervous to reveal this at first, but when she does, reko is pretty supportive. nao enjoys listening to reko rant, but doesnt realize it goes the other way too. they start to play video games together at some point, i think. nao manages to take reko to at least one convention (reko would be willing to go to more, but again, her schedule). she probably has to do something sneaky to make it work, like making sure she has a concert in the same city as the convention venue on the same day.

while reko has a lot to say about music, i think her aversion to one-sided conversations means that isnt what they talk about a lot of the time. while of course reko doesnt mind, it does mean shes out of her comfort zone, showcasing her more awkward and flustered side. reko is a virtusuo, a master in her field, and could talk other band nerds out of town, but.... shes spent practically her entire life in the music scene. she was never in it to make friends, but even if she was, her knowledge is specialized. while its not like shes not had friends before, she does have this kind of awkward energy around it, especially when shes in the presence of a pretty girl she likes. she knows how to act cool, but only from a distance.

nao, on the other hand, doesnt try to feign coolness at all. but shes so direct about certain things, she inadvertently gives off an unaffectable aura, which just makes reko even more flustered in comparison.

i think rekos intense love of music is part of why reko is so accepting of naos "strange" hobbies; sure, being really into music is seen as maybe a little less strange depending on who you ask, but she understands having hobbies youre really invested in and know a lot of facts about.

i imagine reko has a bit of a serious streak- she can see things in a very dramatic way, even if they dont seem that important to other people. this can lead to her getting worked up in her head about minor issues. i think naos tendency to blurt out strange things on occasion would take reko off guard in more ways than one, and snap her out of whatever funk shes in. similarly, her lighthearted hobbies compared to rekos (which are partially tied to both her identity and livelihood) give her a little refuge from the stuff she usually spends so muhc energy fretting on. its not things reko would have ever gotten into herself because shes got such a one-track mind, but with nao in her life, she ends up getting a healthy spoonful of sillyness and goofiness in her life she didnt realize she was lacking.

imaging them go out in public for dates is pretty funny to imagine. nao generally seems very approachable when shes out by herself, and its something that can make her nervous to go out. but she doesnt have this problem when shes around reko. reko, both unintentionally and very often intentionally, will stink eye anyone she even thinks looks at nao weird. this can bring up issues, but is typically a net positive.

of course theres the issue of meeting fans in public- not that reko minds signing autographs, but she definitely doesnt want to have to deal with that when shes out with her girlfriend. they tend to rarely go out for that reason.

karaoke dates. need i say more?

mishima and reko have a small rivalry that usually goes over naos head. nao is someone that makes reko feel pretty vulnerable (in a good way for once in her life), so she can get a little defensive when shes around others and nao at the same time; especially if its someone whos also close to nao. this is mostly harmless, as mishima is very mature and has a good sense of where to draw the line even if he indulges the rivalry just a bit; but rekos habitual jealousy is probably something her and nao have a serious conversation about at some point.

i dont think it comes up very often, but nao is more than willing to protect her girlfriend if need be, despite reko usually being the one scaring people off with her presence. should any one try to push reko on a boundary, like a fan complaining about not being able to take a picture with her or something along those lines, nao will jump in before reko can even respond. nao can be surprisingly intimidating when she goes from 1 to 60 like that. even if reko feels she doesnt need it, i think she still appreciates it a lot.

reko is usually too bashful to purposely initiate physical affection, but there are exceptions. there are times where she'll gain enough courage to attempt to coolly throw an arm around naos shoulders or hug her from behind. the chances she actually manages to keep that up have somewhere between a 60-70% success rate.

nao enjoys clothes swapping to the point where reko keeps getting naos clothes mixed into her own dresser and closet.

i think theyd have really lighthearted "sleepover" type dates every now and then. build pillow forts, do each others make up. reko really enjoys playing with naos hair and does it almost unconciously, especially if theyre cuddling while watching a movie or something.

nao is a plushie hoarder and keeps trying to offer her plushies to reko. nao forces reko to learn all her plushie lore. reko feeds her addiction because now everytime she sees a cute plushie she thinks of nao and has to buy it for her.

speaking of, reko would probably have a fairly decent income. reko buying nao new games she thinks she would like or limited edition figurines is probably pretty common for her. nao, who is the starving artist stereotype, always gets blown away by this.

i can see them getting matching jewelry of some kind. reko wears a lot of accessories and likes having at least one that reminds her of nao.

thats about all i can come up with for now ! sorry if these are very reko-centric, i uh... *gestures broadly to entire blog* . hope you liked 'em anon :-)

[yokosowqsblog]

Cr: mmeoowj

Hello everyone!! I want to introduce myself a little, my name is Hinata, I am the author oc×canon with Chigiri, here I will tell you a little about my character whose name is Naori

Naori Tanigawa

Birthday: May 10

Nickname: Nao-nao

Age: 16(2nd year of high school).

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Place of birth: Kagoshima

Family: Dad, mom, me, younger sister, aunt.

Height: 159 cm.

Blood type: O

Size: 25 cm.

Favorite soccer player: Messi, Chigiri Hyoma.

Leading hand: Right hand.

Vision: Very good

Motto: "Do what your heart desires."

My strengths: My fighting spirit that cannot be broken!

My weaknesses: My low self-esteem.

Favorite food: Tonkatsu.

Disliked food: Mushrooms.

Best side dish: Kimchi.

Hobbies: Reading manga, novels.

Favorite season: Spring (because the beautiful cherry blossoms bloom in spring...)

Favorite Song: BABYMETAL - Gimme Chocolate!!!

Favorite movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Favorite Manga: Shinsengumi Requiem, Kimetsu no Yaiba

Character Color: Vanilla

Favorite animal: horses, deer (deer are very cute, and horses are beautiful and noble creatures...).

Favorite subjects: Literature, Japanese, History (I am an excellent student in these subjects!).

Worst subjects: English, math (I have a hard time with them, so Hyoma helps me a lot).

Fetish: Smiles (I really like it when someone smiles...)

What makes me happy: When I spend time with someone.

What makes me sad: My parents fighting all the time.

How old was the first time I met love or was confessed to: 6 years old.

Ideal partner: I really like calm and kind guys who take care of their loved ones, and also the one who goes to his goal.

How much chocolate for white day : about 15-20....

First confession of love: it was when I was 15 years old, I confessed my feelings to Hyoma.

Bedtime: 7 hours.

First place I wash in the shower: I wash my face and forehead first.

What I always buy at the store: Sweets for my little sister.

Mushrooms or bamboo shoots: bamboo shoots.

When I stopped believing in Santa: When I was 13 years old, my dad or our butler always pretended to be Santa, but I still found out about it, but I never told my sister.

What I asked Santa for: I asked for an art set.

Last time I cried: When mom and dad were fighting again, I remember Hanabi was crying too, so we locked ourselves in a room and I comforted her and covered her ears.

What would I do on my last day on Earth: Spend time with Hanabi and Hyoma.

What I would do with 10 million yen: Buy a lot of gifts for my family and friends.

How I spend my vacation: I go shopping.

Favorite historical figure: Sasaki Kojiro.

What I would take to a desert island: first aid kit. If I had a time machine: To the future, I want to see what it would look like.

[shortnsweetgf]

Pre-ordered my copy of The Anthology (had to pay in 12 monthly installments), and it only arrives in March, but sksjsjs

139😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 cries in international

venderam o livro aqui? eu queria mas nao suficiente pra procurar kkkk

[rainisawriter]

A Helping Hand – Cobra (PSF #11)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: Sweet Tooth (@flufftober) / Would you rather… pumpkin spice or cinnamon? (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 2,729

Pairing: Reader x Cobra

World: High&Low

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You entered the diner, enjoying the warmth it offered against the cold wind outside. The usual suspects were chilling at the table in the center of the room, eating the omelet that Naomi had made them while they argued about some TV show the three of them were watching.

You approached the booth in the corner where Cobra sat, flipping through a wrestling magazine. He sent you that soft smile that was reserved only for you as you sat down across from him.

“You’re late,” he spoke softly, eyes falling to the ring on your finger. He had given it to you for your birthday as a promise that he would always love you. Though you had sworn to never take it off, he still felt surprised and happy every time he saw it on you.

“Sorry. You know how Hyuga is,” you shook your head, tugging off your jacket. “A lot of people are gambling around this time of year, trying to win big before December finally gets here. It’s only going to get busier and he’s only going to get more demanding.”

Cobra did not like the fact that you worked for Daruma’s gambling hall, but you had known Hyuga long before you ever crossed paths with Sannoh. He had considered, on more than one occasion, asking you to quit working for him but he knew that you were, above all else, loyal.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He held his hand out and you smiled, setting yours against his own. “Just promise me you won’t gamble again.”

Your smile turned sheepish, a laugh passing your lips. You had only gambled once in your life after you had gone drinking with the Daruma babies one weekend. You were on a hot streak, actually, but you refused to quit while you were ahead and ended up losing everything.

You had started out with twenty bucks, turned it into ten thousand only to lose it all and walk away with just twenty cents to your name. The Four boys hadn’t done much better, either, and Hyuga was pissed when he found out. You were pretty sure he was just upset that you hadn’t blown it all at his gambling hall instead, honestly.

“I learned my lesson, I swear. I’ll never gamble again.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Good.”

It was pretty late by this point, so the boys slowly filed out of the diner until it was just you, Cobra and Naomi left. It was strange when the diner was quiet, but you didn’t hate it. Everyone needed a break from the rowdy Sannoh boys every now and again.

“Are you kidding me?” cried Naomi, sounding distressed.

You glanced over at her, seeing her begin to pace back and forth as she talked to someone on the phone. 

“There must be some way… can’t you reschedule? Ah, no, I… yes, I understand… I’m sorry about that, but…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly frustrated but trying to remain polite. “Yes… yes, I understand, Nakamoto-san. Good night.”

You exchanged a concerned look with your boyfriend before addressing her. “Everything alright, Nao?”

“No, not at all.” She ran a hand through her hair, continuing to pace.

Cobra leaned forward, brow furrowed in concern. “What is it?”

“You remember how I was asked to help provide snacks for the elementary school’s autumn festival, right?”

He nodded.

“The job was supposed to be split between me and Nakamoto-san, the head of the PTA but she just told me that something came up and she can’t help. There’s no way I can do it by myself! What am I going to do?”

You frowned, standing up to comfort her. “It’s alright, Nao. I’ll help.”

“You will?” She looked at you hopefully. “Are you sure? I know you’re really busy with Daruma…”

“Don’t worry, Hyuga owes me some vacation time anyway,” you grinned. 

“Are you sure he’ll give it to you?”

“Nothing is ever a sure thing with him, but I’ll find a way to get out of work.” You gave her a reassuring look. “I’m not very experienced with baking, but I know how to follow a recipe. If you write down everything I need and how to make them, I’ll happily help.”

“Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly which you returned without hesitation.

Cobra felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched you. You were willing to blow off your responsibilities with Hyuga to help Naomi, to help a member of his family. The amount of happiness that brought him was, quite frankly, embarrassing. 

“I’ll help, too.”

Naomi looked between the two of you with glassy eyes. “Thank you both so much! I’ll get to work on the lists and recipes.” And then she disappeared into the back.

Cobra approached you with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for helping her. Let me know if Hyuga gives you a hard time.”

“I’m always happy to help your family, Jun.”

He hummed, brushing his lips against your own. “They’ll be your family, too, one day.”

You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “I don’t think so. I’ll always be Daruma and, well… we caused you guys a lot of trouble at one point. They may be willing to put up with me because of you, but I doubt they’ll ever view me as part of the family.”

His brow furrowed in concern. Had one of the Sannoh boys said something to you? Thinking about it, he hadn’t really discussed it with the others. You just started dating one day and he started to bring you around without asking how everyone felt about it. He knew Yamato didn’t trust you at first, but did he still feel that way?

You poked the spot between his brows. “If you keep frowning like that, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.”

His lips formed your name but you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, baby. I went into this relationship knowing that they most likely wouldn’t accept me and I honestly don’t blame them for it. As long as I get to be with you, that’s enough.” You tugged him closer until your lips met.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, but his mind was partly elsewhere. It was enough for you, perhaps, but not for him. He wanted them to accept you, to love you like he did. He didn’t just want to be your boyfriend, he wanted to be your everything like you were to him.

Having his family accept you and love you was important to him.

“Okay, this should be everything.” Naomi returned with a small stack of papers, pausing when she saw how close the two of you were. “Am I… interrupting something?” The sly smile on her lips said that she already had her answer.

You laughed, pulling away from him. “We were just keeping each other company until you returned.”

“Sure,” she chuckled, handing you the stack. “I printed out the recipes for you. Each one has a full list of everything you’ll need to make them and if you have any questions, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Nice. When do they need to be made?”

“The festival is tomorrow afternoon,” she winced, running a hand through her hair. “We need to start working on them tonight if we want to make it in time… I’m sorry, I should have told you that first… it’s probably too short notice, right?”

“I’ll make it work and yes, I’m sure.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, turning to look at Cobra and holding out your hand. “Up for some late-night shopping?”

“Sounds fun.” He slid his hand into your own, fingers lacing together.

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As soon as you returned home, you started to look over the recipes while Cobra put away anything perishable. None of them seemed too complicated so you felt confident that you could make them with little to no problem, especially with Cobra at your side.

“What are we making first?” He leaned on the counter beside you, peering at the recipes. 

“What do you think?”

“We should probably choose whatever takes the longest to make so we can get it out of the way.” His eyes scanned through pages before tapping the one for the Sakura Mochi. “This is the longest, so let’s start with it.”

“Okay, let’s see. We’re supposed to soak the sweet rice for at least an hour and soak the sakura leaves for fifteen minutes.”

“Easy,” he grinned, grabbing two bowls and filling them with water. “We have to wait for them to soak, so which recipe is next?”

“Purin! We have to combine the sugar and water into a saucepan. Medium heat until the sugar has dissolved.”

Cobra did as you ordered without question, enjoying how domestic this all felt. He could definitely get used to this and was already making up excuses in his mind to get the two of you cooking together again.

For the rest of the night, the two of you worked together to bake the various treats requested by Naomi and you felt as if you were making pretty good time, all things considered. You did end up getting into a flour fight with Cobra because he kept trying to steal some of the finished treats, unable to fight his sweet tooth.

You were proud to say you had won that fight, though the messy kitchen was a reminder that you both had lost the war.

You yawned as you looked at the final two recipes, trying to decide which one you wanted to make. You had messaged Naomi about your progress and she told you that there were plenty of treats between the three of you. You should have gone to bed since it was nearly five in the morning, but you wanted to make one last thing first.

You hummed, thoughtfully. “Hey, Jun?”

“Yes, love?” He glanced over at you from where he sat on the couch, looking half-asleep.

You leaned on the counter, smiling at how cute he looked, even with bits of flour stuck to his blonde locks. “Would you rather have pumpkin spice cookies or cinnamon cookies?”

He thought about it for a moment, shifting to a more comfortable position. “I’ve never had pumpkin spice cookies before but I know you like them. I choose those.”

“What if you don’t like them?”

He hummed, closing his eyes. “I’ll like anything you make.”

“Such a hopeless romantic,” you teased softly, walking over to cover him with the blanket. You brushed the hair away from his face, fingers lingering on his cheek longer than necessary.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, though you really couldn’t blame him. All you wanted to do was sleep, as well, but you decided that making these cookies was more important. He had worked hard and, though he did attempt to swipe a few treats, he had mostly behaved.

Cobra was a man who loved sweets. More than anything, he wanted the sweets that you had made with your own hands because, to him, they tasted all the sweeter. You had honestly always wanted to bake for him, but you had just never gotten around to it for two reasons.

The first was because Hyuga kept you so busy that you rarely had the time or energy. The second, which was probably more important, was because you were afraid. Afraid that they would come out terrible and he would hate them, yet he would still force himself to eat them because he loved you.

You slapped both of your cheeks at the same time, shaking your head to wake yourself up. You were going to make these cookies for him and he was going to love them, not just because you made them yourself, but because they tasted amazing.

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Cobra woke up several hours later, the apartment still smelling like sugar, pumpkin and various other sweet flavors that made his mouth water. He expected you to be asleep in the bedroom but you weren’t. You had fallen asleep at the island, the other half of your body draped over the countertop, arms acting as a pillow.

All of the treats had been wrapped up or placed in containers, ready to be picked up by Naomi. He glanced at the clock. There were still a few hours left before she was due to arrive so he had time to clean up. Before doing that, however, he wanted to take you to the bedroom. That couldn’t be a comfortable position to sleep in, after all.

He brought you carefully into his arms and you shifted closer to his warmth, mumbling incoherently in your sleep about pumpkin sugar cubes and honey tea. With a chuckle, he placed you gently in bed, bringing the covers over you so you wouldn’t catch a cold.

“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It took a while for him to get the mess cleaned up and he was sure he had missed some flour somewhere, but that was a problem for the future.

There was a knock on the door and he headed over to open it, drying his hands with a dish towel.

“Good morning,” greeted Naomi, looking tired but pleased. 

“Morning.” He stepped aside to let her in. “We got everything done and ready to go.”

“Thank you so much for the help. You two really saved me.”

“Don’t mention it. We were happy to help. Do you want some coffee?”

“I wish I could stay for one, but I have to get these to the school.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it,” she smiled gratefully, packing away the containers into the reusable bag she had brought with her. When she picked up the final container, she paused, a smile coming to her lips. “Pretty sure this one is for you.”

His brow furrowed as he took the plastic container from her. An orange sticky note sat on the lid with his name written on it next to a cute little heart. When had you made these? He realized it must have been after he fell asleep and he couldn’t help but smile, warmth filling his chest.

“I’ll see you later,” said Naomi as she headed for the door. “Thank you again!”

“Be safe, Naomi.”

Once she was gone, he grabbed one of the cookies from its container, taking a small bite. It was his first time trying a pumpkin spice cookie so he was a bit weary at first, but the flavor exploded on his tongue. Maybe he was crazy, but he felt as if he could feel every ounce of love you had poured into them.

With a smile, he returned to the bedroom, sliding under the covers and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t hesitate to snuggle further into his chest, adoring the way he smelled and how warm his body was.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, brushing his fingers through your hair. “It’s almost nine.”

“Shit, Naomi will be here soon.” You tried to sit up but he tightened his grip, keeping you in place.

“I already passed them along to her. Go back to sleep.”

“You didn’t give her the cookies in the plastic container with the blue lid, did you?”

“No, love,” he answered softly, unable to hold back his smile. “You didn’t have to make them for me.”

“I wanted to. I hope they came out tasting good,” you muttered, looking up at him tiredly.

“They taste amazing.”

“Do you mean that or are you just saying that because I made them?”

“I mean it.” He cupped your cheek, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. The gesture was cute and sweet, but it left you feeling embarrassed. “Thank you for making them.”

“If you want… I can bake for you more often?”

“Please,” he replied quickly before clearing his throat, color rising to his cheeks. “I’d really like that.”

“Consider it done, then,” you laughed, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes. 

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[goblin-the-clown]

Yttd sexuality headcanons bc why not

Sara - aroace

Joe - biromantic asexual

Keiji - bisexual (this is just objective)

Kanna - asexual lesbian

Reko - lesbian

Nao - asexual lesbian

Kai - aroace (i forgot to include them in my list sorry)

Mishima - gay (i just know he has a husband)

Alice - pansexual

Q-taro - straight

Gin - aroace

Sou - gay (i just know he cries on the internet about being single)

Ranmaru - bisexual

Hinako - aroace

Kurumada - bisexual

Mai - bisexual (this is just objective)

Anzu - aroace

Hayasaka - heteroromantic asexual

Miley - straight

Safalin - asexual lesbian

Ranger - pansexual

Gashu - gay

Midori - aroace

Sorry if I missed anyone out 👍