#and there is a guy that gives me leftover ingredients that he would have to normally throw away

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Every time i get an advertisement i kinda just giggle to myself and go, i cant afford to eat a proper meal today so why would i spend my last 3 dollars on your candy instead of the cheapest food i can find

I get half off at the pizza place i work at and even then the cheapest item is 6 dollars so like... yeah no.

[sweetiesicheng]

s.coups - bakery

word count : 1,612

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"y/n, seungcheol, want to take anything home?" your manager asked while you two were cleaning the dining area of the bakery you work in.

"oh, if we have anymore of the chocolate expresso cakes, i'll take that," you answered while sweeping.

"my roommates will probably want stuff," seungcheol answered from across the room. he was wiping down some of the tables.

"i'll pack both of you a box," your manager said and grabbed some of the boxes that were used for to pack orders.

you continued sweeping the floor and swept all of the debris and trash into a dust pan. once you were done, you threw the debris away and placed the broom and dust pan in a closet that had a bunch of cleaning supplies inside.

"y/n, bring all of these to your parents. they can give them out to their workers," your manager said while closing a box. you looked over and saw quite a few boxes on the counter and cases.

"oh, sure. thank you!" you said to your manager.

"do you need help? i can drive you," seungcheol asked you after pushing a chair in.

you looked over at him and saw him walk through the dining room.

"are you sure? don't you need to go to the park?" you asked. almost after every shift, seungcheol would play basketball with his friends.

“i’ll just drop them off to them and go back if all of them are still there,” he said to you while passing by you to go behind the counter. “i don’t mind,” he said and you nodded.

seunghceol walked into the back and started putting supplies away. you washed your hands in the sink and checked to make sure that all of the pickup orders were gone. however, you found an order in the fridge.

"hey minhyun!" you called out to your manager. "there's a pickup in here," you said and opened a fridge.

"we still have one? i swear all of the orders were picked up," your manager said and walked out from the back. "let me see," he said and you handed him the order, letting the fridge door close itself. "i'll call them. you and seungcheol fill stuff up in the back.”

"got it," you said with a nod.

you went into the kitchen and noticed that seungcheol was putting sacks and containers of ingredients onto one of the benches.

"i'll refill the chocolates first," you said to him.

he nodded, "okay."

you started opening packages with different chocolates in them and put them into bins. seungcheol started helping you once he brought in the last bag of flour that was needed.

"it's satisfying seeing the bins filled up," seungcheol commented as he started collecting empty containers from a shelf for more ingredients.

"yea, it's really nice," you replied. "okay, this is done," you said and pushed a container to the end of the bench.

"hey, that pickup order is a no show," you manager spoke, walking into the kitchen. "one of you can take it. it's chocolate with strawberries and chocolate ganache in it," he mentioned.

"i’m good. the cake can’t even fit in my fridge anyways," you said, looking at seungcheol.

"i can probably find someone to take it," seungcheol spoke up.

"that works with me," your manager said to you two. "both of you finish up what you're doing and head out. i have to reorganize a bunch of stuff in the morning anyways when the shipments come in," they mentioned.

"do you need me to come in tomorrow morning? i'm free," you offered.

"no, don't worry about it," your manager said before opening a door to a closet. "i'll see you guys on wednesday."

"see ya," seungcheol said throwing his hand up to say bye. “is it alright if we go to the park first?" he asked you while untying his apron.

"that's fine," you replied to him and untied your apron.

seungcheol hung his apron on a hook attached to one of the walls and held his hand out towards you. you took your apron off and handed it to him before walking into the front.

you reached for your bag, which was under the counter where the register was. the leftovers that your manager packed up for you and seungcheol were on top of one of the dessert cases.

"man, we have way too much," seungcheol said as he walked past behind you. he had grabbed a box from one of the counters and headed outside.

you followed him out of the bakery and to his car. he unlocked his car and opened one of the doors to the backseats. then, he placed the box he had gotten inside before reaching out to grab the two bags from you.

"we have enough desserts for like a month," you commented as you two went back inside.

"my friends will make all of this go away in a few days probably," seungcheol replied. both of you grabbed the remaining boxes and bags and left the bakery. "where should i bring you? your apartment?" he asked you.

"i'm dropping most of this off at my parents house," you said, "it's near my apartment if you want to head in that direction."

he nodded, "okay. let's go to the park first," he said.

you placed everything into his car, making sure nothing would tip over before getting into the front seats. seungcheol turned the car on while you put your seatbelt on.

"music's all you," he said to you, handing his phone to you.

"thanks," you replied. seungcheol started driving while you looked at the songs on his phone. you found a playlist and started playing it.

the drive to the park wasn't long, so you got there after about ten minutes. seungcheol parked his car and grabbed his phone from the cup holder you had put it in. he started texting someone before putting his phone down.

"i texted jeonghan, some of the guys should be by soon," he mentioned.

you nodded, "okay."

the two of you sat there silently with music still playing from the stereo. you glanced over at seungcheol and noticed him looking at you.

"something wrong?" you asked him.

he shook his head, "it's nothing."

"nothing? you sure about that?" you asked. "is there something in my face?" you asked, pulling down the sun visor and sliding the mirror open. "oh, there's nothing," you said while looking at yourself.

"i was thinking how pretty you are."

you looked over at seungcheol again. he had a small smile on his face.

"you're lying."

"i'd never lie to you."

you stared at him. "you're still lying."

"you know i'd never lie. even at work, i tell my customers my opinions on the treats. just like that raspberry treat from a few weeks ago," seungcheol said to you.

all of a sudden, someone knocked on the window next to you. you turned your head and saw some of seungcheol's friends that you have seen a few times. seungcheol rolled the window down.

"where's everyone? there's a lot," seungcheol said to his friends, leaning over the center console a bit.

"they're in a middle of a game. we'll just grab it all," junhui said. "hi y/n."

"hey guys."

"y/n, help me sort everything," seungcheol said to you before getting out of his car.

the guys moved out of the way so you could get out of the car. you helped take bags out of seungcheol's car and brought them to wear all of his friends were hanging out.

"hey, y/n's here with seungcheol!" mingyu mentioned the second he saw you walk onto the court.

"i'll grab these for you," chan said as he ran up to you.

"oh, thanks," you said as you handed the bags to him. "be careful with them."

"i will, i will," he said before turning around to walk to a set of bleachers.

"you guys staying for a bit?" joshua asked.

"i need to bring her home. text me if you guys leave," seungcheol said.

"is there more stuff?" seungkwan asked.

"we got everything," seokmin mentioned.

"i'll see you guys later," seungcheol said to them. "vernon! i'm free tomorrow to pick up that bookcase!" he yelled at one of the guys sitting in the bleachers. the latter throws a thumbs up into the air while the other hand holds a cupcake. "alright, let's go," he said to you.

"yea," you nodded.

the two of you went back go seungcheol's car. just as both of you were about to get into his car, he called out for you, "y/n."

"yea?" you looked at him.

"you and me, friday after our shift, let's go out," he said before getting into his car.

you ducked your head down, "what?"

"geez, do i need to spell it out for you? y/n, i like you," seungcheol said to you. he looked away, turning his car on and checking his mirrors, "i liked you since your second week at the bakery..." after he was done fixing his rear view mirror, he looked at you, "get in already."

you were still in disbelief as you got into his car. you closed the door and sat back in the seat, "is this a prank?"

"hey, don't play with my feelings."

"how can i believe—" seungcheol interrupted you to kiss you in the lips.

when he pulled back, he chuckled at you, "you good?"

"aren't you supposed to kiss me like on the second or third date?"

"i don't hear a complaint."

"...choi seungcheol...you're crazy."

"yea, just a little when it comes to you."

[marvelmaniac2000]

My Spaghetti and Meatballs

Summary: imagine giving Eddie simple human decency and he definitely gets stalkerish and insane. 

Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader 

Minors DNI / +18 Only 

Subject: Smut! Stalking, voyeurism, anxiety reader, aesthetically pleasing content, extreme attachment/abandonment issues, orphanage, unprotected sex (practice safe sex everyone) 

Words: 2.0k

Side notes: I’ve been bored lately and needed to dribble some stories down. I’ve been sickly obsessed with pauly poo.  This was inspired by the spaceman intereview he did with adam sandler and fantasmas tv show.

 You hummed a tune to yourself to keep calm.. You were very hungry and you planned on making spaghetti and meatballs for yourself. But also of course to help save money by having leftovers. Some of your anxiety started to kick in because it was a little dark outside in the city and you were alone commuting to the grocery store. Even though Gotham had its reputation it wasn’t much you could do but always look out for yourself. You had on beat up converse shoes and warm auburn fall peacoat on in a cool first week of October. You were about average looking (in your own opinion) and didn’t draw much response from other strangers.

"Ok" you mouth to yourself, while looking at your grocery list in your notes. I need noodles, ground beef, etc . You mumbled to yourself and looked down the aisle for each ingredient. 

 “H-hey excuse me” you snapped your head up and looked at the man in front of you. 

 “Hi” you gave a dry response before realizing who it was.

“O-oh my goodness, Eddie!..” you swiveled your items out of your basket in your hand before bringing him in a hug. Edward gasped a little, finally seeing you in front of him. It has almost been years but it only felt like yesterday since he saw you in the very flesh directly talking to him. He has been following you and keeping touch with you since the day you guys both turned eighteen, but technically you both have been on your own since sixteen from the orphanage. It was one of the worst days of his life, when you finally were taken into an adoptive family at the late age of sixteen years old. 

   It felt like a jab to his stomach losing the family member he created within himself. The foster parents didn’t mean anything to him, the real mother he had was you. You were his sister, mother and girlfriend he needed. You were everything he needed of course.Edward knew he wasn’t going to be adopted, but he didn’t care. He stared at you barely able to make out any last words. Just your presence and knowing you were ok was what all he needed to know. As long as you were protected and were there for him, he could continue on. He knew you like the back of his hand. Some days he could go without checking on you, but he had to make sure you were still ok. Sometimes he would send money and support to your live stream, and fantasize of the costume you put on display for that video. It was his ritual. 

 “You look good Eds, you’re still just as adorable and sweet growing up” you couldn’t help but squeeze  his pink cheeks together and peck him on the cheek. Words couldn’t describe what he meant to you. You and Eddie were the only ones who tried to survive the foster home life and survive shitty school years too. You both slept together in the same bunk rooms, you slept in his bed when he was scared and rubbed him to sleep, you made sure his favorite cereal was there, even if the other kids sometimes would get greedy and not share. You cleaned his glasses for him, bought him clothes with little money you did have from your high school job. He was your baby. He gave you meaning when nothing else felt like so. Eddie's face turned a flush red. A rush of happiness and warmth swept over his body that he never felt in awhile. But it has been awhile since anyone showed him any type of affection and especially coming from you. Any type of praise from you sent him over the edge and he wanted more. 

  “I missed you too, I wanted to make sure you were still doing ok, I see you’re working now and have your own life” Eddie wanted to know if you had a boyfriend. He couldn’t afford to have you keep any secrets away from him.  “Yea I’ve been more happy than I've ever been, my own money, own life, no worries, it’s great.” You notice how upset your Eddie looked. “Why don’t you come over to my apartment, I’m making your favorite” you smiled. If Eddie could cry of happiness he could. He wanted to ball up in bed with you and cuddle as long as he could. “That would be great” he pushed the rim of his glasses up and followed you out to purchase the groceries. 

  You both arrived at your apartment that was dimly lit with your tv still on. “Oh uh sorry for the mess I don’t usually like to clean up until I get the energy to sometimes.” You wanted to make Eddie feel at home like he always felt. “Um just sit over there Eds you can watch tv if you like, there’s a blanket over there” 

 “It’s ok I’ll just watch tv from here, you always go above and beyond for me” Eddie was just happy to finally have you here and inside your apartment. He looked around taking in the different furniture, decor and things you had inside your place. He notices your desktop and computer in the corner of the room with a gaming chair just like in your videos you use.

  You took off your jacket and lit a bunch of candles that you had decorated on your kitchen counters. 

You wondered what Eddie was doing around lately. He didn’t seem like the type to hang around town alone. But maybe he has changed now that he is older. You let the noodles boil and create your special tomato sauce in a separate pan. 

  “Sooo eddie what have you been eating now huh? Frozen dinners?” you joked while looking at him mindlessly watching tv. He looked so cute with his big puppy dog eyes.

   “Very funny but I make do with whatever I can make myself” he smiled. “But I always miss your food ” He watched the tv hoping this moment would never end. Your cheek flushed a bit red hearing him talk. Eddie was somewhat of an old soul, he reminded of guys who deserve everything in the world, but was just sort of awkward. But it was nice finally having him around, it did feel a bit lonely not having anyone around, but you wouldn’t change it for the world, finally having your peace and independence living your life. The tomato sauce smelled amazing in the entire room. You pour the paste inside the noodles and mix it well together. You brought a plate to Eddie with a fork. Eddie smiled and felt like he was home once again. You sat next to him curled up on the side watching whatever show was on. 

   “So what do you do now for work?” You nervously peeled your fingernails. Eddie chewed with a mouth full of food before he talked. 

“Nothing much, just a financial analyst at a company, but I guess it’s ok” he hummed while he ate. “Oh that’s good to hear” you watch him with adoration while he stuffed his face. 

  “Do you mind if I stay here for the night? I think it’s supposed to be a really bad storm tonight.” Edward looked at you with his eyes. “Of course it’s not a problem at all,” you smiled. “Here I’ll get you some towels and stuff for a shower.” Edward watches you leave, seeing you disappear in your bedroom. He wondered what your bedroom looked like. If it was normal and basic or with different colors with many pillows. 

  “Um the towels and stuff are in this closet if you need them, you gesture the closet against the wall” you showed him. “Ok” he nodded.��

“I’ll just jump in the shower real quick” you told him before making your way out. Eddie gave you a reassuring nod before looking out the autumn window noticing the seasons beginning to change. He hated the fact that he lied to you, but it was the only way he could stay any much longer here with you. He watched you make your way into the bathroom to cleanse yourself up. Eddie pants began to harden listening to the echo of the water running down your body and your nude body lathered up with soap. 

His aching bulged pressed against him. He tossed the blanket over his legs to casually cover his member. 

  To make matters even worse you came out of the steaming hot shower with a sexy baby doll gown and fluff slippers. “It’s all yours Eddie” you sat next to him on the sofa in a sigh of relief. “Thanks” he managed before striding in the bathroom. You cover yourself up with a cozy blanket and turn the channels to see what else is on cable. 

   Eddie noticed used pads and looked inside your dirty laundry basket. You had a pretty lace black thong that had trimmed lace around it. He balled up the fabric and stuffed two more pairs inside his pocket before jumping into your shower. Eddie missed everything about you and your warmth. The way you took care of everything around him. Then finally he slowly came back out with only his clothes but with a tank top and his boxer briefs. 

  “Come cuddle with me Eddie” you laying gently on top of him.  “You know I’m glad you’re doing ok eddie” you held him close feeling him.

   “Me too” he mumbled in heaven. You felt his bulge between your legs and tried to make sure you weren’t imagining it. Eddie couldn’t manage to get it down even after taking a shower. He wanted you so badly right at that moment. “Do you need help with this?” you whispered while moving your hand to his boxers. “Umm yes” he groaned. “I can help” you push your hand down in his boxers and rub the precum that glossed over his dick. 

“Just like that?” you managed to say.

   “Y-yes” he groaned again. You pull yourself up to kiss him on the lips before rubbing his member a little harder. Eddie bucked his hips to your hand as you continued your pace. 

You moaned from feeling him get pleasure from it. 

  “Can I put it in me Eddie?” you asked him before stopping. 

   “Of course I want you now,” he demanded. You slide your panties off and stick it in slowly before riding him at a slow deliberate pace. Eddie held onto your hips as guiding for you to go quicker.

    “Oh Eddie” you moaned, lowering yourself to kiss him passionately. His hands roamed under your gown and greedily gave your plump boobs a squeeze. You whimper feeling him take control. Eddie could barely catch his breath before his mouth met your soft nipples. You gave out a loud moan rocking your hips harder with him grazing your wet insides. 

   “Mmmm” you threw your head back and felt him touch your g spot. 

  “Right there baby” Eddie put on his glasses and now watched you with his emerald eyes. “I’m going to come” Eddie murmured  before cumming his load inside of you. You stop your pace before catching your breath. 

 There was a rumble of thunder outside before you both realized what was happening. “I’m glad you’re here to keep me safe huh?” you giggled. “I guess so, we always had each other's backs, remember?” 

“I do” you cooed. Eddie pulled himself out of you before covering the blanket with both of you falling asleep.   

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[gatitties]

Dye it baby

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture

─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five

How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻

Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭

You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.

You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.

For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.

But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.

You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.

You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.

"By the way, today is dyeing day."

"Hmm? It is?"

You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.

You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.

"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."

The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.

Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.

Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.

"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"

"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."

You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.

It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.

While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.

"Who should be first?"

You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.

You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.

"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."

You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.

You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep

The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.

You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.

"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"

You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.

"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."

Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.

"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."

"Why?"

"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."

"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."

"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."

They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures

Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.

The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.

But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.

Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.

"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"

"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"

"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."

You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.

"Ow, it has very sharp spines."

You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.

"Let's get you a doctor."

"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."

"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."

"Okay big baby…"

As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.

"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."

Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.

BONUS

"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"

Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.

"Sorry mom."

They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.

"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."

[justcallmecj]

Don't Play With Love Potions

"Is it bad I'm curious what the guys would do if someone slipped alovepotion into their food/drinks as a prank, and reader was the first person they saw?" Courtesy of- Luna the shiny eevee (On Quotev)

Anyway, I randomized a boy and got Jack! There was no specific person in that comment, so I hope they won't mind that I chose one of the boys myself! (Lots of flustered and embarrassed Jack!)

        Potions class was kicking his ass. It's like Crewel just suddenly decided to throw a shit ton of information at the class out of nowhere and wanted them to be able to do everything on short notice!

        Now, potions class may not be Jack's best subject, but he's never particularly struggled with it. All he had to do was pay attention and study, when need be, and he'd be good. Someone must have done something to Crewel for him to suddenly torture his students.

        But all that is what led Jack to be where he is now. In the potionology classroom, hunched over a book of recipes, ingredients strewn about the table and some red-ish colored liquid boiling in a cauldron. For the most part, everything was going according to plan. He'd been practicing and studying the potions and retained most of the information without any problems.

        Then, his friend Y/N came into the room. His sharp ears immediately caught onto their entrance, and he turned to greet them.

        "Hey Y/N! What brings you here?" he asked while putting down the vial he held in his hand. Y/N walked over to him and placed down their bag.

        "Nothing much honestly." they said. Their wings spread out wide behind their back and their tail curled around in front of them. "I heard that you were studying in here and thought I'd come keep you company!" Y/N pulled out a laptop from their bag and placed it on the table as they sat across from Jack.

        "Well, thank you. I don't mind the company as long as you don't distract me." Jack joked, causing Y/N to laugh. They waved a hand dismissively as they reassured Jack that they wouldn't distract him while he was working.

        Seeming to remember something, Y/N reached into their bag again and pulled out a plastic bag from it. "By the way, Ruggie asked me to give this to you." they said as they handed the plastic bag to Jack. He took it and pulled out a ham and turkey sandwich. "He said he made a little too much food today and made a sandwich for you with some of the leftovers. He ran into me while trying to find you and asked me to give it to you."

        Jack took a bite out of the sandwich and realized how hungry he had actually been. Usually, he gets a snack after school, but he didn't since he stayed behind to study. Happily, he had a few more bites and left what was left for when he's done with work.

        Y/N giggled watching Jack garble down the food like he hadn't eaten in days. Jack pouted at their teasing but just pushed it to the back of his mind.

        Jack and Y/N sat in comfortable silence and did their individual work for a good 20 minutes when Y/N noticed that Jack had stopped moving. They moved their laptop to the side and tried to get Jack's attention.

        "Jack? Hey! Are you okay? Jack! JACK!" they kept waving their hand in front of his face, but nothing could snap him out of this strange trance. Not even his ears twitched at the yelling and calling of his name. Y/N's worry only increased when Jack's eyes closed, and his head hit the table.

        They stood up and rushed to his side and shook his shoulders. Slowly, Jack got back up.

        "Jack?! Are you okay?? What happened!?" He held his head in his hands and shook around, trying to wake himself up. He still had yet to respond to Y/N. After a few moments, groggily, he finally spoke.

        "Yeah, yeah, I'm....good..." His words were slurred, but coherent. That was enough to stamp down Y/N's worries a tad. He finally gained the strength to look up. His eyes met Y/N and stayed there, like he was stuck. If Y/N didn't know they had impeccable eyesight, they would have played off the faint, pink swirl in his eyes as their imagination.

        Something wasn't right, and Y/N knew it.

        "Hey...you're really pretty, you know that?" he said, snapping Y/N from the spiral of thought in their mind.

        "W-what?" Y/N stuttered. Why would he suddenly say that? Jack looked away and hid his face by his shoulder. A faint blush crept up his neck and he mumbled something to himself that Y/N didn't bother to try and understand.

        "I said...that you're really pretty." He was still facing the other direction. "I-Is there something wrong with me saying that??" Jack asked, he turned his head back to face Y/N and willed himself to look them in the eyes.

        Once they looked closer, Y/N saw the difference in Jack. It definitely wasn't their imagination. There was a pink color in Jack's eyes, it swirled and mixed with his gold eyes, pulsing at times and sending ripples through the mixed color.

        There had to have been something in that sandwich Jack ate.

        "Jack? How do you feel right now?" Y/N waited for a response but didn't let go of his shoulders. Jack was slow to respond, seemingly distracted by looking at Y/N's eyes.

        "I feel...just fine.." he stalled. "But I feel like kissing you.." That caught Y/N off guard. They felt their face heat up and their brain failed to think straight. Jack's words seemed to finally hit him. His cheeks grew pink and his ears laid flat against his head. Despite the embarrassment, he didn't back down. He continued to stare Y/n in the eyes, even if it made the blushing worse.

        Y/N finally started to understand what may have happened and now Jack's sudden words made sense. A love potion. A potion that induces and increases a person's love. It typically lasts for a couple hours, five usually, but can be more or less depending on the strength of the potion. People also tend to be a lot more...verbal with their feelings when under the potion's effects.

        Jack confessing he wanted to kiss Y/N really didn't help Y/N ignore the feelings they had for Jack that they preferred to keep down.

        Y/N's liked Jack for a long time now but was too scared to admit it. They didn't know if he'd return the feelings and didn't want to risk ruining their friendship. But due to the current circumstance, they could indulge a little, right? Chances were high he'd only have fuzzy memories once the potion wore off, and then Y/N could just play it off as trying to help him with the potions effects if he asked. One method to get a potion like this to wear off quicker is to indulge the person.

        What if he does end up remembering? What would I do then? He'd hate me after that. There's no way he wouldn't.

        There's only one small detail Y/N forgot about love potions.

        They can't create feelings, only enhance already existing ones.

        Jack seemed to lose whatever patience he had. He got closer to Y/N's face, which snapped them out of their spiral of thoughts. He just stayed there, staring. Y/N didn't know what to do.

        "Can I?" he asked, his voice was filled with emotions, some of which Y/N had never heard from him. It took a moment before they understood what he was asking. He genuinely wanted to kiss them. Would he be saying these things if he wasn't under the potion's effects?

        Y/N nodded.

       Jack moved forward, all the way until his lips connected with Y/N's. His ears stood up again, and his tail wagged even if he tried to stop it. Y/N wasn't doing any better controlling themselves. Their tail uncurled and swished behind them. Their wings twitched and the longer the two stayed like that, the more the wings flared out.

        Y/N gently pushed Jack back a bit. He wasn't the happiest with that action but did nothing to stop it just in case. Y/N turned away from him, intense blush covering their face. The sight made Jack blush, but he also chuckled at them. Y/N got even more flustered and pushed Jack more forcefully as well as hit him on the top of his head, but it was a gentle hit and lacked the force to hurt.

        "Jack...I think we should be careful about this." Y/N finally managed to say. Jack raised his brow in confusion.

        "Why?" he asked. Y/N could hear the tad bit of hurt in his question. Crap. He's not in a clear enough mind for me to tell him about the potion, he'd reject the idea. I need to come up with an actual reason. 

        "Is t-this really something you want to do out in the open?" Y/N asked. Jack brought his face closer again and Y/N stumbled to elaborate. "I-I mean!" they took a breath, "shouldn't we go somewhere where it can just be the two of us? To avoid being interrupted!" For the Sevens sake, that shouldn't have been as hard as it was, nor that embarrassing!!

        "I guess..." he started. Y/N watched as a resolve settled in his eyes. He swiftly put away the potion ingredients he was studying, stuffed his books into his bag, carefully put Y/N's stuff in their bag, grabbed both bags and latched onto Y/N's wrist, pulling them out of the potionology room.

        Y/N didn't know where Jack was dragging them, but they didn't put up a fight about it. Eventually, Jack came to a stop, forcing Y/N to do the same. They found themself at the door of an empty classroom. With a final tug, Jack pulled Y/N into the classroom. He placed both of their things by a desk and motioned for them to sit down. They obliged. They scooted over so Jack could sit too. The seat was plenty long, so there was plenty of space. (It's like the desks you see in the lessons of the game)

        He took the seat and faced the front of the room, not Y/N. They took the initiative to break the ice.

        "Jack, why are we in here?" they asked, placing a hand on the others shoulder. There was no way they could miss how Jack's tail wagged at the contact. He turned to Y/N, and Y/N caught sight of his current condition on full volume. His cheeks and a bit of his neck was fully pink. His face scrunched up with embarrassment. The potion was doing all sorts of things to him, and he didn't understand to the same degree that Y/N did.

        He quickly reached for Y/N's hands, holding them in his own, then using what seemed like quite a bit of willpower to look them in the eyes. Y/N met that stare with some embarrassment of their own.

        "I don't really know what I'm doing right now, but I'm going to keep going with it until something happens!" he shouts, more to himself than to Y/N from the sound of it.

        He let go of Y/N's hands and pulled them into a tight hug. Y/N was stunned with shock as Jack tightened the hug slightly. He was clearly pushing himself to make sure he didn't chicken out and embarrass himself further. Once Y/N had enough time to process Jack's actions, they returned the hug, pulling their wings around their conjoined forms and encasing the two in a protective cocoon.

        Now in the cocoon, his heart rate, which Y/N had been listening to since the potion effects started, slowed down considerably from what it had been this whole time. His grip loosed just a bit, he seemed more at ease. He knew how large Y/N's wings were, and he was sure that no one could see him from the outside with the way they covered him. It let him calm down.

        He pulled away just enough to properly speak to Y/N. "Sorry," he mumbled. He nuzzled his head into their neck a little, which tickled but Y/N stayed still as to not freak him out. But they did allow a small giggle to escape their lips. Jack, upon hearing this, huffed and nuzzled further into their neck. This only gave Y/N more reasons to giggle and laugh. Eventually though, they took pity on the poor wolf.

        "So, did you bring me in here just to cuddle with me?" they asked, Y/N really was curious to know if that's all Jack had planned. He pulled his head back and stared into Y/N's eyes. That pink from earlier swirled around in the gold again. Y/N had come to realize that it was a tell-tale sign that the love potion was doing something.

        Jack closed the space between the two again and locked Y/N into another kiss. Thankfully, they were a bit better prepared this time for the feeling and how it effected them. Jack pushed into Y/N more than he had the first kiss. Y/N made sure to keep their wings up and around Jack, wanting to make him feels as comfortable as possible.

        After a good while of long kisses and a few pecks on the lips mixed in, Jack let Y/n go. He backed up, but not far enough that Y/N had their own personal space again. Their noses brushed against one another whenever either breathed a certain way.

        Jack looked kinda out of it. Like his brain was still caught up in the middle of the make out session that just happened. "....I love you," he muttered under his breath. "I have for a long time, but I didn't know how to say it." Y/N was utterly shocked. They didn't know what to say.

        The boy they'd been heavily crushing on for months, the same boy they had watched from across the table at lunch every day, the same boy that was right then practically sitting in their lap, red all over his face, eyes half lidded, and had just made out with them not even a minute ago, was now sitting there and confessing that he loved them. It was a situation they had played out in their head countless time, but never expected to come true. But it had. What else can they do-

        "I love you too, Jack." they said breathlessly.

        -but seize the moment?

        Those words excited Jack. He looked up with a brand-new vigor in his eyes. He lit up, pushing himself up. His tail wagged fiercely behind him, and his ears flicked in every which direction. "Really!?" he shouted, a little to loud for Y/N's powerful hearing and how close he was right now. They giggled, nonetheless.

        "Yes, Jack. I feel the same way, have for a long time." He basically jumped at Y/N, pushing them backwards and forcing them onto their back against the long seat of the classroom. He laid on their chest, practically beaming with joy and love. This is my new favorite face for him.

        He finally settled down and rested his chin on the middle of Y/N's chest. Not far from their face, but not too close for it to feel claustrophobic, especially since they were still cocooned.

        They both just sat there and stared into each other's eyes, admiring the one they loved. Y/n watched as the pink swirl in his eyes got faster and faster, curling into itself before finally fizzing out and disappearing. He smiled differently than before, a smile that could leave anyone with no doubt, that he absolutely loved Y/N.

        "I love you." he said.

        "What are you laughing to yourself about?" Leona asked Ruggie with clear annoyance in his tone. Ruggie, who had been hunched over the counter with and open bag of bread, leftover lunch meat and a now empty glass vial with a bit of pink residue on it, made one more giggle before looking his dormleader in the eyes. He adjusted himself to be leaning against the counter more comfortably.

       "You remember our little conversation about how annoying it was to watch our Dear Dragon and Little Wolf pin each other for so long without realizing they both liked each other?" he asked. Leona looked him up and down like he may have lost it from all the laughing.

        "Yeah, it was annoying and starting to get on my nerves. What about it?" Ruggie reached over and grabbed the empty vial. He held it up to Leona, who grabbed it and put it up to his nose. He blanched from the strong smell the moment it hit him. He knew exactly what potion this was, he remembered the class where he made it for some test vividly.

        "Well, I think I found a damn good solution. And all it took was a sandwich and a little errand from Y/N." he laughed that signature laugh of his. Leona couldn't help but chuckle along with him. Finally, the ever-painful shows of pinning between Y/N and Jack were being put to an end.

[hello-universe-lovers]

SHENANIGANS: Where Mai gives headcanons to the Voices in your Head ™️ based purely off vibes!!

This episode: THE VOICES IN COOKING/BAKING

So we are back here again. Time to whip out the cakes and be sure to NOT forget to turn off the oven! Uhh spoilers kinda

Voice of the HERO: Look, I love Hero. And she is admittedly good with a lot of things. Fighting, leading (when push comes to shove), negotiating, gardening...but COOKING is where she struggles. Like, she's not bad that warrants a ban from the kitchen, and she can cook. It's just not great. And she beats herself up over it. The food itself is fine, maybe a lil burnt but serviceable.

Voice of the SMITTEN: do I need to say why he would be a good cook? This is a canon fact!what else is there to say?! Well...I can say he prefers to experiment and go overboard. Leftovers are NOT allowed when he's in charge, so everyone leaves stuffed.

Voice of the SKEPTIC: this may just be me, but Skeptic is the guy you go to for if you want something good and simple. He's not the best, but unlike hero he doesn't beat himself up over it. He makes a lot and there is plenty for tomorrow, if you feel like it. The Prince of Comfort Food.

Voice of of the CHEATED: luck may not be on her side, but the culinary gods sure are! She is EXTREMELY careful so there's no spill to trip over, no accidental knife tricks, no using the wrong ingredients or spices, unless they just don't have something. She basically "cheat-proof" the kitchen the best of her abilities. Sometimes she fails, and that sends her spiraling. But when she succeeds, she is so happy!! Oh, and her food is OK. What? Smitten takes the crown of Cooking King, she ain't beating him.

Voice of the PARANOID: surprise, surprise, he stress bakes. But only in the oddest of hours during bouts of nightmare and insomnia. Sure he doesn't do it ALL the time, but hey, can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies at 2 AM with some Chai. Default Comfort Food King of the Voices.

Voice of the STUBBORN: In line with my hc of him being Aussie: let the man GRILL. He is meticulous in prepping, cutting, marinating the best meats he can get his hands on. He treats the kitchen like a battleground (which is why someone needs to help him clean up). But you don't wanna eat JUST that every day. Luckily, when he cooks, there's plenty for the next month or so. That's plenty of time to cleanse your palette.

Voice of the BROKEN: due to her legs, she can't exactly stand still and make a meal for 10 other people. But she is willing to help with cooking all the same. It makes her feel useful. Often with Hero or Cheated, you'd find her on a chair or in the corner, diligently peeling onions, potatoes, and such with automation not unlike a robot. Her appetite, though, leads her to not being able to join them for meal time. But it's ok, she grabs a plate later and enjoys it then. Sometimes you don't gotta force your gut.

Voice of the OPPORTUNIST: As a diligent boyfriend, he has picked up a recipe or two to show Thorn. Much like Hero, his meals are fine. Not good, not bad. The issue comes from actually being left alone to do anything. Most of the time, he doesn't like cooking for himself, let alone for the others. It's just something he picked up out of necessity. He'd settle with any leftovers if Smitten didn't had a say in that. However, they have a chore wheel for a reason so every 2 weeks, he sucks it up and cooks. He would just intentionally suck ass to not be put up to this, but that's not who he is, anymore.

Voice of the COLD: much like his hair still being silky smoothe for no reason, so is his "non-existent" cooking skills. Every time it's his turn, there's only one thing and it's a stew from some kind. Its a good stew, but since they never see him do anything, everyone thinks he just got Belle over to cook for him. Cold is not answering their questions, so it's a mystery. (Skeptic has tried to catch Belle, with no luck).

Voice of HUNTED: he doesn't cook, case close. He hates the conflicting smells and spices, he hates the stoves and oven, he hates how there are so many knives in one place. Sometimes he's more paranoid than Paranoid, in the kitchen. If you let him cook, it's something that won't straight up kill you, but he woule be uncomfortable through the process. Though, if it's just to watch others cook, he is perfectly fine, excited even. Because he's not alone and he can step in and help them if they get injured.

Voice of the CONTRARIAN: you'd think she's chaotic and...you'd be absolutely right. Weird food cravings and combos, odd snacks and drinks, Connie is the food fiend and OFFICALLY banned from the kitchen. That sign doesn't stop her bc she can't read tho. So rather than entering the kitchen alone, she sneaks in to modify that day's meal. This is where Hunted comes into play. It's a cat and mouse game, in there. Still, no one can stop her from eating stuff like lady fingers dipped in ranch dressing. Or bacon wrapped strawberries. (Smitten absolutely had a heart attack)

BONUS: COOKING TOGETHER.

They rarely cook together, like all in one, since they only have one kitchen. But it's their best memories together. Sometimes they invite the Princesses so they can make much more than usual. It becomes a psudeo date/picnic with everyone enjoying each other's company.

And they always save 2 plates for Shifty and Larry. They may be Gods who are experiencing everything through their voices and vessels, but they still deserve a plate at the table. (They appreciate it)

[juliwuzhere]

Got any Max headcannons?

I think one of the headcannons I often include in my daydreams or writing is the idea of his parents, before camp had been something they could sign up Max for, making him do a TON of other activities. And it didn’t stop after Max meet the age requirement for camp Campbell. When Max isn’t at camp, he’s doing all the other activities he is forced to do after school or on weekends. Sure, most of them his parents probably signed him out of due to them being too expensive or because Max complained too much, but for the most part, he has done an extensive amount of activities. The first activity that came to mind after reading this post? He’s probably done it and mastered it.

I mean seriously, this kid has only been doing gymnastics for a couple months. He had from august all the way to June to practice gymnastics, and he’s already so good at it the show writers had to make him do the obstacle course off screen?! (Actually it was probably because of the budget, but you get my point.)

And not just that, did you see the way he wielded that spear back in season 1 when Ered took over camp? I’m sorry, but that kind of skill with a spear isn’t just built into baby’s from birth.

Im also of the firm belief that most, if not all, of Max’s clothing is either too big or too small. Listen, I don’t think his parents are extremely abusive, physically or mentally. I think, like Max said, they don’t care. They give him the bare necessities a kid needs, food, clothes, a roof over his head; however, they do just that, the bare minimum. Let’s be frank here, they probably don’t know his size in any piece of clothing. A hoodie is actually a pretty good nod at that fact. Hoodies aren’t very tight like a t shirt, so they could get him an Medium or large and it’s not that obvious how big the hoodie is.

This also leads to my third head cannon. Of course, his parents give clothes and food, but most of the time it’s leftovers or just ingredients. Which means that Max most likely cooks really well.

Another one I have, and this one may get me burned at the stake, is that Max’s hair doesn’t look that bad in the morning. Now, hear me out! I get it, imagining Max having a birds nest in the morning is pretty funny. But I honestly think that after the events that occurred at Spooky Island, Max, Sasha, and Pikemen, whether they want to admit it or not, did grow a friendship. Sure, it isn’t a very nice friendship and Pikemen still attacks the camp, but they are a lot more friendlier towards each other. Because of this, I know that Sasha definitely helped him develop a skin and hair care routine. (The skin routine is more eye bag related since they’re like 11) Before the events of season 4, yeah he probably looked like shit most days, but the year after that? You could give Max shit about his attitude, but definitely not his appearance. For all I know, Sasha bought him some cologne or some crap.

He definitely has insomnia, I mean cmon. This kid has saved the camp from a cultist, the woodscouts, etc. I’m sure he has at least SOME issues sleeping. I sure would if I knew the guy who had brainwashed me and my friends and tried to kill us was still OUT THERE. (In Antartica possibly, but still.)

This technically applies to my previous head cannon but whatever. He can play guitar, just doesn’t want David to know because he will 100% force Max to play at the campfire. Max would thrust himself into the bonfire before you saw him agree to do that.

Max is really good at sports and in term is very competitive. But like, he’s both of these things but…terrifyingly so. Sorry, gonna go on a tangent to explain my thought process but hear me out for a second. I’m actually planning on writing a fanfic about Nerris learning hypnotism (they think it’s the closest thing to real magic) and accidentally actually doing it to Max after failed attempts on all the campers while at a sleepover. David catches them because it’s past there curfew and, to get out of trouble, Nerris decides to compromise with him. They tell David that if he lets all of the campers go without having to clean the messhall or whatever punishment he’s going to give them, Nerris would make Max actually participate in the camp activities. One thing leads to another and Max ends up actually doing all the activities with no complaining. But turns out, he’s way too good. None of the campers can actually beat him in anything, not even there own activities. Soccer, basketball, tennis, pickleball, archery, rock climbing, he can do it all. But like, imagine playing with someone who beats you every time and in less than a couple seconds. Obviously, everyone is mortified and decide to never give Max crap for not participating.

TLDR, Max doesn’t participate in activities because a) He doesn’t feel like playing games with people who can’t serve a volleyball, because you have to remember that most of these kids are probably really un athletic or nerdy, and b) Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to be that kind of dick. After the events of the last summer, he’s not as rude. But of course, he still talks shit about their skills.

Sorry it took me so long to reply, if you couldn’t tell I got too excited writing this. Thanks for asking! I love answering and talking about story ideas and camp camp headcanons. Especially Max since he’s my favorite character (basic, I know, shut up imaginary hater.)

[vanillaxoshi]

Elements Seperated - Human form not (really) needed

It’s nice, Gempa thinks, waking up to the warmth of your family, feeling their presence, knowing they’re all here. Safe and sound, but he needs to get up. Slowly not to wake his siblings, the earth spirit made his way out from under the blanket to welcome a new day. He glances at the clock on the table. It’s still early in the morning.

And it seems his older brother already got up too. Old habits die hard huh?

Slipping off the bed, Gempa’s form shift and changes. There’s no need for a detailed human form right away, just whatever will let them function. Both spirits ended up just looking like vaguely humanoid constructs decorated by their elements, but nobody will mind.

“Mrgh… Guys?”

Their master, Boboiboy asked in his sleepy morning voice. He must have woken up because of their absence.

“Yes, we’re here Ori” Gempa touched his forehead against Boboiboy’s, shards of mineral gently brushing Boboiboy’s bed hair out of his face.

“What day is it?”

“It’s a Sunday. You can sleep in if you want”

Boboiboy looks at his current state, surrounded by the still asleep orb elementals, chuckling.

“Yeah, I think I’ll have to be in bed for a bit”

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”

A look in the fridge tells him he’ll probably need to go grocery shopping today, but for now, this is plenty ingredients for both breakfast and lunch, there are also leftovers from yesterday.

At the kitchen area, he spots Hali opening the cupboard with a limb made of red lightning, bringing out a bag of coffee instead of cocoa.

“Coffee?”

Gempa nods. He usually prefers tea but coffee doesn’t sound half bad this morning. The lightning spirit hits a few buttons, and got the coffee machine working. The delightful smell spreads throughout the house, successfully rousing another of their sibling out of sleep.

“Good morning you glorified chandelier”

“Good morning to you too, Hymenopus Coronatus”

No, Solar didn’t cast a spell on Hali. The two are simply calling each other by what they look like now. Gempa goes back to cooking after saying his own good morning to the spirit of light, seeing no reason to worry about a fight.

“I smelled coffee”

“Yeah, making some right now. Want any?”

“Obviously”

The sudden increase in lighting for a brief moment tells huge spirit of earth that Solar just had his coffee.

A warm beverage goes well with this peaceful morning, Gempa thought, as one of his arms brought the cup to his ‘mouth’. Just this finishing touch and breakfast should be ready. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, he could hear the fastest game of rock paper scissors ever happen, and Solar walking towards the door.

It’s natural one would prefer nice home cooked meals over rations, and Fang certainly isn’t the best chef, so eating at Tok Aba and Boboiboy’s house it is then. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, it’s embarrassing. He can give a compliment when it’s due though and it shall be expressed in actions.

But either he misremembered, or something bad has happened, as the one who opened the door… Whoever it is definitely isn’t human. A body made of light with no discernible features save for limbs, hands with blackened tips, and worst of all is their head. It was like one of those ‘biblically accurate angels’ he was shown by Gopal once, golden rings intertwined together, covered in silver eyes and mystical patterns. In the middle of it all, is a white dwarf.

It took Fang a few seconds to process what in the name of stars he just saw, but he reached for the door handle and pushes it back.

“My apologies, it seems I’ve gotten the wrong house-“ the alien said as politely as possible, while frantically trying to close the door.

“Wait a minute- Child it is I- Wait no, Fang it’s me, Solar!” The light spirit was also frantically trying to convince Fang it’s him, while keeping the door open.

Breakfast was nice, but Fang wished he had a warning about the elementals not bothering to look human today.

“Please, transform properly before opening the door?”

“Sorry about that. You know caffeine has no effect on us”

The purple haired alien could only sigh and bury his head in his hands. Now he knows why all those ancient civilizations were so spooked by the elementals

- By your pal, SP Anon

Drew the scenarios :)))

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I just notice most of my writings I make a reader that can cook due to self insert... so now I'm doing the opposite-

Hcs that you can't cook and what would they do...

Can't cook as well so you both are screwed. The end.

Jokes apart, man really can't cook for the life of his.

He does know how to use a oven, he does know some recipes... but does he actually cook? Naim.

Is terrible even.

I don't even doubt he can burn water.

Poor bird tried so many times to make something for you or him but it's just never ends up right so he just gives up with a pouty face and goes to munch on some KFC :(

Much like you do.

So basically how the heck you guys live? Well, Keigo has a shit ton of money, so you guys can go out plenty of times or order a take out.

But alas, neither of you always want bought food because neither of you are made of money.

So Hawks being Hawks gladly will annoy ask Endeavour-san or Tokayami to for some leftovers.

Yes. Yes he asks food from a freacking teenager.

Enji truly is pissed at both of you.

If you get insecure over this he just smiles at you and assures is no big deal.

"We can always have our favorite foods delivered dove. Besides, cooking is not my talent either, so don't worry, you are great at everything you do anyway."

Man is so cute, he supports you muchhhh

But if you want to learn he will go all out to be your personal cheerleader.

Might tear up at the first dish you make him.

Screw if it's bad or not he is swallowing the whole thing down.

He won't regret it. Even if it ends up having to spend all the afternoon on the toilet.

Pls call a ambulance if he starts to throw up-

Not so screwed.

Man can do the bare minimum

Like... instant noodles and hamburger steak.

He is not much on complicated dishes, he fears he might screw up and didn't even tried once. For both disinterest and fear of messing up.

If he catches you putting yourself down due to this, he will put aside everything he was doing, grab your hand, yank you to the bedroom and assure you are great... and also you are so fucked... literally.

Yeah, do what you can with this information.

Man couldn't care less iff you are the masterchef or burn pasta, he will love you either way.

Besides, you are luck if you don't cook for him honestly.

Man is such a picky eater that if he ends up with someone that does cook he will give them headaches.

A nightmare to decide what to eat.

Despite hating fish, he will absolutely go out of his way to make a Italian pasta with tuna if you do like fish.

Aaaww <3 look at the loveable sociopath being a good boyfriend

Kurogiri.

That's it. That's the hc.

Kurogiri is your life saver. You're in good hands, man is good at making food.

HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL FIGHT ME

Hari doesn't care honestly.

He can cook for both of you.

Sweet dependable man ❤

Dude knows how to make a full course meal out of only 4 ingredients.

Put him on masterchef

He reassures you all day that is fine if you can't or don't want to cook since for him is not all that big of a deal.

The only thing he wants you to do, if you want to help him, is that you pass the ingredients or just crack the eggs

Cue him laughing like a hyena when you accidentally drop the eggshell on the bowl but not the actual egg.

Listen, even if you end uo ruining a recipe this dude will laugh. Not at you, but at the situation.

Because to him, is a fond memory he can look back at on his worst days to make him smile.

SOMEONE MARRY THIS MAN HE DESERVES IT-

Oh he is such a bitch about this-

Man knows how to cook some basics dishes and rarely a more sophisticated one but... he simply doesn't want to.

Is too 💫messy💫 for the pretty prince 🤴

He won't actually order or obligate you to cook for him since he is better than that I hope but do expect some sarcastic remarks that even Mimic could do an omelet.

I want to slap him for this shit-

The moment you bring up his disdain for kitchen messes and dirty dishes he will shut up pretty quickly with a scoff.

Arrogant lil sh-

So, either his subordinates make the dishes for you guys(i recommend chrono again), or he takes you out on a restaurant that he trusts.

Let's forget he is bankrupt for just a sec, pops will end up crying about the bill of the restaurant later

But there is this RARE situations where he will do something to impress you.

Man made Unagi for you. Show some respect.

And to your surprise it actually taste good!

Don't tell him though. We are sick of his God like syndrome.

And also, don't expect too much of this... as I said, is really rare that he would do something like that. He doesn't like to get his hands DIRTY

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Okay, so imma project my interests onto my current hyperfixations. And thank you @hamartia-grander for enabling me and understanding my thought process <3

so anyway

Sixty loves to cook.

it was something that no one really expected, especially from the standoffish, reluctant deviant, but somehow it piqued his interest. He somehow caught a glimpse of a video playing on Youtube and it all just took off from there.

It started relatively, small. Following some video instructions, diving down the cooking rabbit hole, looking up basic techniques and tricks, and the uses of specific knives and such. And then it just evolved from that.

Sooner or later, he was buying ingredients to try the video tutorials himself. Paying attention to the results from each one, and if one didn't turn out the way he hoped it would, he tried again, this time eliminating the mistake that made the less-than-ideal results.

the concept that truly makes him interested, is the constant learning and improvement. He can only become better by trying again and moving forward, so that's what he does. Almost obsessively sometimes. He was supposed to be the superior prototype model after all. But he can only improve through trying again. This time without making as many mistakes as his past self. until he's good enough

It also leads to Hank just having a shit ton of leftovers in his house that he doesn't know what to do with. And with him and Connor witnessing Sixty's increasingly ambitious projects.

Hank: what's that you're working on? Sixty: marinading chicken in buttermilk for fried chicken tonight. Hank: Oh nice, sounds good.

Hank: Whatcha got this time? Sixty: I plan on making homemade burger buns for tomorrow's dinner. Hank: oh... well that'll be interesting

Connor: why is there flour everywhere? Sixty: I'm making pasta Connor: but there's flour on the ceiling? Sixty: .... it's very excited

Hank: Oh FUCKING CHRIS- SIXTY! Can you tell me why there are CHICKEN SPINES in the fridge? Sixty: I'm making chicken stock. I plan to use it for chicken noodle soup. Hank: Couldn't you literally use any other part for this? Sixty: But we used the chicken wings for last night's dinner and i'd already saved the broken down chicken. I didn't see the point in buying more and wasting perfectly good spines. And they have the connective tissue and cartilage I need. Aside from that chicken feet would've worked fine but- Hank: okay please stop

Sixty: psst... Hank Hank: .....oh god....what is it? Sixty: I made soup Hank: ......... Sixty: do you want some? Hank: .......it is 3 in the morning. Sixty: yes, i've been working on it for eight hours Hank: .... yeah alright

(was that last one inspired by true events? Perhaps)

Connor gets him a chefs knife for his Activation Day and Sixty is OBSESSED WITH IT. He takes such good care of it, and purchases a whetstone and honing rod to keep it maintained.

As soon as North finds about it though, she pulls him aside one day and goes,

North: So, i heard you got a Seido knife for your Activation Day. A Seido Kiritsuke Damascus Chef Knife to be specific. Sixty: Yes I did. Why do you ask? North: You want another one? Sixty: ....

Connor: where did you get all of these knives so quickly Sixty: I know a guy

...

Sixty: what do i say when they ask where I get all of these knives North: just say you know a guy

...

Hank: so just to be clear, we both know it's North who's giving him the knives right? Connor: oh, obviously. I didn't need to be a detective android to figure that one out.

he starts a Youtube cooking series that's just him with a passively aggressively voice over. It's getting subscribers.

Nines tolerates cooking. He sees it as a way to show his love for others but outside of that he isn't as into it as Sixty.

Connor has too much anxiety around cooking. He can do it, but he'd be a perfectionist. None of his dishes turn out the way he wants them too or when they do he still manages to find something to nitpick. It's only because of Hank and other human coworkers and their kind words that dont lead him into completely giving up on the hobby.

Sixty leaves food for people without telling them. Whole ass casseroles and family dinners show up out of nowhere.

He'd rather die than tell them it's him.

His passive aggressive Youtube series starts getting popular.

Oh god where did he get all the knives??

(feel free to add on if you wish)

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Happy Ending [1~6]

Previously on Ch14! Klaus, who had pushed the death flag to its limit, ended up receiving a karma beam and was on the brink of death! What will be his fate, and what path lies ahead for his beloved one?

come to think of it, is this guy's life or death determined by the ending? he became dead in unhappy ending? heh……

ten? that's roughly the same times he stacked the flag one flag corresponds one arrow, it's fair and square

so roughly he's in a coma… well this is a happy ending, so he'll wake up in the end then what's the difference between normal and unhappy perhaps his heart stops after all in the unhappy ending, and she moves forward by holding on to only a glimmer of hope in the normal ending

uh… but well for those who remain, he might be better to die because if he dies, they can let go if the ambiguous state of neither death nor life continues, their mind and body become exhausted in the end and that's… from a side view, it looks like they're struggling to walk down an endless thorny path

well from Thana's point of view, Klaus is probably a presumptuously and overly self-conscious pawn fuck they won't treat the case as an industrial accident I knew it

And Remb delivered the very nice-to-hear news that the Ministry wanted S6 comrades to continue the investigation.

no you guys do that you guys do that with your own power you won't even give them a penny tell the Ministry fuck off!!

I don't think they're helpful enough though they're just free riding right now

Anyway, Al asked Remb to tell the Ministry that they would continue the investigation in exchange for their help. Meanwhile…

oh… her sanity is remarkablely low

aha so she's now thinking that the one her love is no different from being dead she doesn't try anything, she just makes herself fall in despair without hesitation

yeah it's your fault you should've reacted more faster it should've been you who got hit by the arrow, as the wizardess intended

does it make you feel more at ease after hearing these words? if it were me, I would choose to try anything, since what happened can't be undone anyway besides he's not completely dead yet no matter how weak it may be, there is still a destination to hold on to and move forward it's not too late to despair after he is really dead, isn't it

Just then, Cae came into the room.

it's not easy at all to comfort someone who's that depressed I kinda feel sorry for him~?

handling leftovers… okay okay you love and care about the environment (sighsigh)

still, it's not like everyone has no bond at all it's great to see our S6 comrades caring about her like this I hope this bond won't be broken no matter which route I watch late yeah Cae I'm saying this because of you I smell sus

Just then, Al showed up, informing them about the deal with the Ministry.

but they won't even treat it as an industrial accident, are they of any use that skull should be used as an ingredient in bone soup, that's how it becomes most useful

Anyway the baton was passed, and this time Al entered the room.

oh well we have an expert on this, there's an invention freak over there that start with S bring him if we can't contact him, then there's a goddamn asshole over there that starts with A bring him guess we need to bring in someone who has experienced loss to make her regain her sanity

Then Al moved closer and placed something in her hand.

uh that's… that one of his journal mentioned about a photo thing

right right this was it

yeah him he's an expert in this field holding onto a fragile hope, you know

that process is all possible digitally these days mmph mmmph

Well Klaus took a picture of her without saying anything, and…

ドS moment but it's been a very long time since I see those clothes Prefect's clothes were like that in old days I was quite confused when I first saw S6 comrades fr fr

"you should cry here" moment

well but Al spoke very well perhaps Al is also an expert in this field? perhaps he'd also experienced that kind of loss like Serge and Az?? or not

good cry like that and after you calm down, we move on again stagger forward! because man errs as long as he strives

So Liz regained her mind and lowered her head to listen to his heartbeat, determined to find a way to wake him up.

eh

erm

oh no the world of image again

[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Dark 10

Sayo's Route Masterlist CG by Rejet, edited by me

Monologue

Shopping with Kou was actually rather amusing.  He hadn’t been to many grocery stores, so it was a relatively novel experience for him. He kept getting distracted by other things he wanted to buy, so it took longer than expected, but eventually I found myself at the Mukami manor. 

-Sayo follows Kou towards the front door of the manor, glancing around in awe

(Wow…this place is really pretty. It’s not as fancy as the Sakamaki’s mansion, but I kind of like this better…it looks more homey.)

Kou: Looks like nobody is home yet, so we have the house to ourselves~!

Sayo: No interruptions then. Shall we head to the kitchen?

Kou: Yup, follow me. 

-The two head to the kitchen. Sayo takes out the ingredients they need while Kou puts away the extra things he bought

Sayo: Okay, we’ll also need two mixing bowls, a whisk, a mixer, a baking pan, and a saucepan. You said you guys had all that, right?

Kou: I’m pretty sure at least. Help me look in the cabinets. 

Sayo: Sure.

-They search the cabinets and drawers until they find all the necessary cooking tools

Sayo: Perfect. How much do you want to help?

Kou: I want you to teach me!

Sayo: Okay…but just so you know, I’ve never taught anyone how to do this kind of thing before, so I might not be a very good teacher. 

Kou: That’s fine! It’ll be fun as long as we do it together, right?

Sayo: Fufu…right.

-Sayo attempts to teach Kou as she begins to make strawberry shortcake. They successfully make the batter and move onto the frosting after putting the cake in the oven

(Kou is super focused trying to mix the frosting. Fufu…it’s kinda cute. Makes me wanna prank him just a little…)

-Sayo glances at the empty container of whipped cream they used as part of the frosting mix. She swipes two of her fingers against the side to gather the leftover whipped cream before sneaking over to Kou

Sayo: Kou?

Kou: Hm?

-As Kou turns to look at her, she reaches up and smears the whipped cream against his lips and cheek

Sayo: Fufu…Gotcha!

-She backs away with a large grin on her face. Kou wipes away the whipped cream, shocked that she would prank him like this

Kou: Oh, so you want to play dirty, Sayo-chan~? Two can play that game!

-Kou grabs the whip cream and tries to do the same to her. She dashes away to avoid him

Sayo: Ahaha…! There’s no way you’ll catch me, Kou!

Kou: You can’t outrun a vampire, Sayo-chan.

Sayo: Wanna bet? I’ve done it plenty of times before. 

-The two run laps around the kitchen as Kou tries to catch her. After a minute or so, someone enters the kitchen, getting in Sayo’s way. She quickly side steps to avoid crashing into Ruki and the once more when Yuma enters the kitchen as well

Sayo: Woah! Sorry! 

Kou: A perfect distraction!

-Kou attempts to catch her, but she dashes around the two to dodge. She sticks her tongue out at him as she runs to the other side of the kitchen

Sayo: I refuse to get caught easily.

-Ruki and Yuma stare in confusion at the scene, the two both shocked to see Sayo

Ruki: What are you doing here?

Sayo: Technically I’m giving him a baking lesson. But right now he’s attempting to attack me with whipped cream.

Kou: You’re the one who started it!

Yuma: How the hell did you get her to come over here?

Kou: I just asked her? 

Yuma: The hell ya mean ya just asked her…?

Sayo: Fufu…Kou, we should finish this before the cake is done baking. 

Kou: Do you give up then? 

Sayo: Fine, fine, you win. 

-Kou walks over and smears whipped cream onto her lips. Before she can do anything, he leans down and licks it off. Her face flushes bright red

(W-What just happened…?!)

Sayo: T-That’s not what I did to you…!

Kou: Fufu…This was better. All that running around was worth it to see that cute expression~

-Sayo flips around, grabbing the saucepan and strawberries

Sayo: F-Finish the frosting…!

Kou: Ahaha…! Sayo-chan is embarrassed~!

-Ruki and Yuma exchange glances with one another. This was a very different experience than their first meeting with this girl

-After the cake is done and finished cooling off, Sayo begins cutting portions 

Kou: Wow~! It smells so good. 

Sayo: Yeah, it does. Do you want to invite your brothers to have some? 

Kou: You’re so sweet. I’ll go ask them. 

-Kou leaves, coming back after a minute or two

Kou: They all said they wanted to try some! I told them to wait in the living room. We can get the serving tray and bring all the plates out that way. 

Sayo: Perfect. I’ll start plating if you want to find that.

-Sayo grabs three more plates and forks as he finds the serving tray. He watches as she carefully places a slice of cake on each plate. Kou puts them on the serving tray once she’s done

Sayo: Okay, all ready.

Kou: Let’s go.

-She follows him to the living room. Ruki, Yuma, and Azusa are already there

(I haven’t seen all of them since they originally confronted me when we first met. This feels really strange…We had so much cake that it was only natural to ask if they wanted some, but it would have been less awkward if it was just me and Kou…)

Azusa: So it’s true…Eve really is here…

Sayo: Um…my name isn’t Eve. Call me Sayori, or Sayo. Either is fine. 

-Sayo begins to hand out the plates of cake

Azusa: It is very kind of you…to make this…Thank you…

Sayo: You’re welcome.

Ruki: You truly came here because Kou requested it? 

Sayo: He wanted me to show him how to bake this.

Ruki: It didn’t cross your mind that it might be dangerous?

Sayo: No, I thought about it. But I’ve been having fun with Kou all night, so I decided it was fine. 

Kou: Aw~ I’m glad you had fun, Sayo-chan!

Yuma: I don’t get it. You’ve avoided us up until now and now this? 

Sayo: Fufu…I guess it doesn’t make much sense. 

Kou: Hey, Sayo-chan. Where are all your bite marks? 

-Kou tugs on her collar to get a better look at her neck

Kou: I figured that guy would have you covered.

Sayo: I usually can get away from him. I think I only have two that are healing right now. And one of them is from Subaru.

Ruki: Your master really allows you to get away?

Sayo: Don’t call him my master. None of those bastards are, especially not Laito. I’d rather die than accept that. 

Kou: She’s a lot different than we expected, Ruki-kun.

-Kou warns him to stop with his eyes as he wraps his arms around Sayo

Kou: But she’s fond of me, right Sayo-chan?

-She glances up with a teasing grin

Sayo: Well, I currently like you better than him, that’s for sure.

Ruki: If that’s the case, why not just stay here with us? 

-He decides to take advantage of the situation between the two even though he had no idea how it suddenly developed

Sayo: Aren’t you afraid of what they might do to you guys if you steal me away? Some of them won’t hesitate to start a fight, you know?

-Sayo suddenly spots something hanging outside the window

Sayo: Tch…Damn stalkers.

-Kou tries to follow her gaze

Kou: What’s wrong?

Sayo: One of their familiars is lurking outside. 

-She gets up, swiftly heading for the front door. Kou chases after her. The rest of the brothers exchange confused glances before following as well

Kou: Hold on, what are you going to do?

Sayo: Get rid of it, of course.

Kou: I don’t think it will be that easy to chase off. 

-She places a finger to her lips to hush him as they get close to the window the bat is hanging from. The brothers watch as she edges closer to it, almost like a hunter herself. It’s not able to react fast enough when she grabs it in one hand, pulling out her pocket knife with the other. They all stare in shock as she stabs it straight through the heart. She drops its dead body as she puts away her knife

Sayo: Never said I was chasing it off. Those stalkers need to learn how to mind their own business. 

Kou: Do you always carry that with you…?

Sayo: Yeah.

Kou: Have you used it against that guy?

Sayo: I’ve stopped trying unless I have to because he acts like it turns him on. Haah…he’s such a freak.

Ruki: If you hate them so much, as I was saying, just stay with us.

Sayo: I appreciate the offer, but don’t put yourself at risk. Those guys will try to kill you if you give them a reason. As I was telling Kou earlier, I’ve had an escape plan since shortly after I started living with them. And in a month or two, I’ll finally be able to put it into action.

Kou: You didn’t tell me what this big plan is. 

Sayo: Can’t disappear without a trace if someone knows about it.

-She places her finger to her lips with a grin

Sayo: Sorry, but my lips are sealed.

-The brothers exchange worried glances. They could acknowledge that she actually seemed smart. If she had been plotting this long, there was a good chance she could get away and actually not be found. That would ruin their plans of becoming Adam, so they had to put a stop to that. But obviously treating her like the Sakamaki brothers would backfire

(Seems the atmosphere has gotten a little awkward…They must not like hearing that I’ve got an escape plan. Must put a wrench in whatever they have planned…Guess I’ll placate.)

Sayo: But hey, if you guys want to be friends, I don’t mind. Laito obviously doesn’t care. That wasn’t one of his familiars.

-Kou grins, latching onto her arm

Kou: Friends then! You said it’s too soon to decide whether or not you’ll be mine, so I just have to make sure you want to before you can enact this big plan of yours.

Sayo: Fufu…Confident, aren’t you?

Kou: Of course I am! Let’s walk around the garden, Sayo-chan.

Sayo: Sure.

-Kou drags Sayo down the path towards the back of the house

Ruki: I don’t know how Kou managed to get on her good side, but this is a start…Things may go smoothly after all. Maybe I was worried for nothing.

Yuma: We still have those Sakamaki bastards to worry about. Obviously they’re already looking for her. Think someone will come here to get her?

Ruki: Probably. As long as she has a good relationship with Kou, we are safe to let her leave. It seems like it is easy for her to slip away from them. 

Azusa: Haah…Do you think Kou can become Adam…?

Ruki: For our sake, let’s hope so…

-Sayo and Kou are walking around the garden, hand in hand

Sayo: It’s really pretty out here. Did you know I like roses?

Kou: I didn’t. I just thought it would be a nice way to end our date. What’s your favorite color of rose, Sayo-chan? My guess is red!

Sayo: I like orange roses. Red roses are pretty but I think orange roses are unique and don’t get enough love.

Kou: Fufu…that reasoning doesn’t surprise me. You’re different from other girls I’ve met, so it makes sense that you would pick something different. 

Sayo: You think so…? I don’t know about that…

-Kou backs her up against a wall

Kou: It’s true. I’m glad I invited you out, Sayo-chan. I had more fun with you than I’ve had in a while. I see why that guy likes you. And now I know a side of you that he doesn’t. 

Sayo: Kou…I haven’t had this much fun here since I moved. You really did remind me what a normal life is like. So thank you. I’m glad I came with you. 

-Kou leans down, inhaling her scent

Kou: Sayo-chan…can I have a taste? Up close like this, you smell so sweet it could drive me crazy…

(Should I let him…? He is asking. I guess there isn’t really any harm in it…)

Sayo: Since you asked so nicely…that’s fine.

Kou: Fufu…I expected you to shoot me down. You must like me a lot more than the Sakamakis, isn’t that right~?

Sayo: Fufu…So far that may be the case.

Kou: Thanks for the meal~

-Kou pulls open her uniform. Her face flushes bright red from how much he opens her blouse

Sayo: D-Did you need to open my shirt this much…?!

Kou: Fufu…Is there a problem? I figured you wouldn’t want anyone to see my marks. 

Sayo: Well…of course not…but this is too much…! 

Kou: Embarrassed that I’ll see too much? Fufu…don’t worry, I’ll be focused on your blood~

-Kou bites her

Sayo: Ngh…

Kou: Nn….hm…? Fwah….Sayo-chan~ Your blood is delicious…the best I’ve ever had. Nn…mm….Now I know for sure why that guy tries so hard…

*Slurp* 

I can’t let him have you…Come to think of it, Subaru-kun was with you too….Nnn…Guess I can’t let any of them have you…Haah…

-Kou licks up the blood from the wound before looking her in the eye

Kou: Hear that, Sayo-chan? I’m not giving up. I’m stealing you away from those Sakamakis. I won’t let them have you or your delicious blood.

-She can only stare, surprised by his conviction

Kou: Fufu…Have I left you speechless? You’re so cute, Sayo-chan. Snap out of it before I do more…

-He leans down once more, only towards her face this time instead of her neck

(Oh god…is he going to try to kiss me?!)

-Sayo quickly turns her head, her face flushed red

Sayo: U-Um…should we go back inside…? You can show me the rest of the house.

Kou: Fufu…Way to change the subject on me. But sure, I can show you around. 

-She fixes her uniform before following him back inside the manor

Monologue

I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  This whole night felt surreal.  I went out with Kou and had real fun for the first time in a long time.  I waltzed right into enemy territory just to continue having a good time with him even though I knew something could go wrong.  And I let him take my blood…which made him more determined than ever to steal me away.  I still don’t know why he wants to. Is it connected to why Azusa called me Eve?

[thedisneychef]

How to Make Banyan Beef Skewer Recipe from Bengal Barbecue

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More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Barbecue Pulled Pork – Kona Cafe - How to Make Chef Mickey’s Breakfast Pizza: A Delicious Recipe - Canadian Cheddar Cheese Soup – Le Cellier Once grilled, the beef skewers are typically served with a side of rice and vegetables, such as bell peppers, onions, and mushrooms. The dish is often garnished with chopped cilantro, sesame seeds, and a drizzle of soy sauce to enhance the flavors and create a beautiful presentation. Banyan Beef Skewers are a perfect dish for those who enjoy bold and savory flavors and are looking for a unique and flavorful way to enjoy beef. Whether you're hosting a barbecue or looking for a new and exciting dish to try at home, Banyan Beef Skewers are sure to impress your taste buds and leave you feeling satisfied. When it comes to things that are spicy, i’m a true new englander…  which means i’m a big baby. The Fire Sauce at Taco Bell is pretty much my limit. However, at Disney Parks it seems that even the menu items highlighted as “spicy” are still a perfectly comfortable level of spice for my tender tongue. So when a dear friend handed me this recipe directly from a Disneyland chef, I was excited to dive in. When the Internet warned me it had some zip, I figured it was that Disneyland level of spicy. Wrong. I’ve got to tell you guys, this was right at my threshold. this was for sure a savory dish that packed a finishing note with some serious fiery punch. Now maybe it was just me (did I mention I’m a big baby?) because kids charged through the meal without a problem. My husband? He had seconds. And thirds. Then fourths. He actually sliced up the leftover beef, tossed it and the glaze in some ramen and made a hearty meal out of that. My family all think that I am nuts. They said it had kick, but it wasn’t that tear-jerking, milk guzzling level of hot that I was making it out to be. I have to say though, even though we are in total disagreement of how spicy this dish truly is, this has to be one of my favorite recipes to wander from the disney parks and into my eager kitchen. I loved how fast this all came together and how it uses ingredients I already have on hand. The combination of gentle sweetness from the sugar and the fragrant saltiness of the soy sauce married together for a glaze with gorgeous color and an aroma l that had people wandering in and out of the kitchen eagerly getting updates on when dinner would be ready. And yes even I have to admit that the spice at the end added a whole different level of excitement to the traditional soy/teriyaki glaze. No boring beef with boring sauce here, just bold flavors that enhance the meat without drowning away the flavor you crave out of a good, grilled meat. And hey, if you’re a baby like me, just cut out some of the spice. there’s a lot of flexibility in this gorgeous glaze so you can truly make this beloved disneyland snack something that works for your family. So give this dish a try and settle the debate in our house… Is it a bold, hot punch that’s no big thing, or is it something you devour through heat-induced tears? Conclusion In conclusion, the Banyan Beef Skewer Recipe is a delicious and unique dish that is perfect for any occasion. The marinated beef is tender and flavorful, and the banyan glaze adds a perfect touch of sweetness to the dish. The skewers are easy to prepare and cook, making them a great option for a quick and tasty meal. Whether you're a fan of Asian-inspired cuisine or simply looking for a delicious and satisfying meal, the Banyan Beef Skewer Recipe is definitely worth a try. With its perfect balance of sweet and savory flavors, this dish is sure to become a favorite among meat lovers. Additionally, the recipe can be easily adapted to suit your tastes, making it a versatile option for any home cook. So, if you're looking for a fun and delicious way to switch up your usual dinner routine, be sure to give the Banyan Beef Skewer Recipe a try. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

i've never felt more comfortable. my flat is literally everything. and i enjoy going to office hybrid cause it really makes me appreciate the days when i'm at home. otherwise i need to find excuses to leave the house but at least this way i'm getting some exercise in every week. low key wish it was 2 days/week but it is what is is.

i forgot how amazing it was living alone. idk why but i love cleaning my space. doing laundry and organizing my things and showering and then lighting a candle and making my lunch for tomorrow. even sweeping the kitchen floor (and i hate sweeping). idk what it is but it just makes me feel.. together? i think it helps my place is so clean and nice in general, cause then when i clean i feel like it's ACTUALLY clean, not just surface clean if that makes sense.

i literally hope i don't have to live with a man ever again. i know my view is skewed because of jake, he made me really hate it at the end. but i know i just haven't found the right guy to live with. but even thinking about it, living with someone else, is repulsive. like, get the f out of my space. i enjoy my quiet time so much.

i've also gotten better at deciding what to make for dinner. usually and in the past it was always so hard and very stressful. even just thinking about what to make that isn't super unhealthy or doesn't require 15 ingredients. but i made tacos 2 weeks ago and i had leftover sour cream that's going to go bad soon so boom, buy some frozen perogies and make those. i dont remember it being this easy in uni but i also had no clue what i was doing and was teaching myself how to cook. it also wasn't this easy living with jake - but lets be real food was always a problem. would never eat leftovers, never had the energy to give any sort of input other than in the summertime. god i have so much resentment and bitterness. i did it to myself. i stayed. for probably 6 months too long. but ykno what, if i left any earlier i'd probably second guess myself and wonder what if. and, idk if i would've moved to calgary. i know i wouldn't be living in this apartment.

god my life would be so different if i had stayed longer. and honestly, i was on the trajectory for it. i even considered staying and maybe do it sometime in january after the holidays. omg i would've gone fucking crazy. laid off, so much time on my hands, him working, me doing absolutely nothing. me looking for some sort of job in vancouver. it makes me sweat just thinking about it. i would've been even more miserable than i had been before.

one thing that really stumps me is he KNEW i was unhappy. literally. he said. i know you haven't been happy for a while. LIKE?? OK?? so you're just going to not say anything or do anything and hope it figures itself out?? fuck he's such a dumb fucking idiot.

i really need this therapy session on sunday. he has literally made me hate and not trust men. i think that's it. i just don't trust anyone to give me a life better than i can give myself.

and maybe that's partly why i'm so down for Brandon. he lives so far there is literally no chance of him ruining my life lmao cause he'll eventually go home far away and i'm here safe from his masculinity.

but brandon is legit the polar opposite of jake. he's kind and loves cats and loves trance and doesn't smoke weed and likes to drink and doesn't LIE and make up stupid stories and fly off the handle with substances.

we'll see how she goes but at least right now i've not been as obsessed with brandon cause i've been so busy being happy on my own. 79 days.

[therapyevents]

so part of this hit a relatable chord.

the cozzy lives is big, but actually i have more availabile spending money now than i did before with my ex and so i kinda relate to the guy. ot because i know the situation,i dont, but i can project myself there and contemplate it in a sympathetic way ig?

so with ex, he was always late paying bills, paying back, paying anything tbh. he's a leech but he doesn't have the awareness to know he is. he just gets shit free bc people give him things bc he cant afford it, but he cant afford it cos he's shit with money lmao

like he would spend, no exaggeration, £100 a WEEK at this burger van near a place he worked once. 400 ish a month. he earnt more than me, i was on about 900pcm and he got about 1.3 or 1.4 at the time. rent was 900ish split in half. somehow, i always had to cover the rent fully, wait for him to pay me which he'd do in like 2 or 3 payments bc he cant afford it. but he can buy 100 per week of burgers smh

when it came to takeout or nice ingredients, i was VERY strict. because it was ultimately my money being spent since he hadn't paid rent and always owed me back. i was always no brands, no unnecessary shit, buy loads of spices and cheap pasta noodles rice etc and make the cheap things elevated with spices and flavour and cooking methods. i didn't want to waste anything on more than 10p noodles bc i knew it wasn't in budget

and therefore HATED takeout because it was a ln expensive chore. tbh i still see it as an expensive chore

takeout is lazy and stressful. it costs loads for substandard food, it smells extreme. it drops crumbs or grease. you STILL have to wash up cos you use a bowl maybe or glasses or cutlery, so it doesn't save that effort. and then you have to perform fridge tetris to fit the containers in for leftovers.... like the thing men don't understand about takeout is it's the same thing as normal dinner for them, cos they just eat it. it's also the same thing as normal dinnef for me, bc i still prepare for it, lay it out, wash up and tidy after. all it does itls cost 500% more than a normal dinner. i then have the guilt of calorie overload, and my stomach hates grease (ive cut out all greasy things, dont use oil if i can avoid it, etc) so the next day im ALWAYS ILL. and my mood is low too, cos i eat veggies and healthy things normally, so i have energy, but takeout is often not healthy so i wake up with no energy. which. like. bad for depression yknow.

so yeh takeout stresses me out massively

HOWEVER

if my othrr half is getting it anyway, with their money, their time, i would appreciate a small thing? like i want less than £5, a kids burger, some nachos, a thing of chips (one thing, not all of those lmao). BC it's just so hard to smell takeout and not have it lol. like i cook for us always. if youre getting takeout, i dont want takeout, but if you're getting it then that's you providing, and so id like something small and token so i can participate without the burden. like you just spent £30 on pizza, sides, and delivery, can i have some £3.50 curly fries to nibble on the side of my healthier dinner.

i never want to initiate or agree to takeout cos it's WORK and it's throwing away money, but if you're decided on getting it can i have a snack at least.

which reads back really selfish haha

idk i just do 99% the cooking and chores, if im being overruled on takeout and have to tidy it away anyway and deal with the bad smell... i want a small payment of 3.50 chips. ig that reads better maybe

so yeh ig it comes down to, looping back tothe post i linked, the feelings. she's more comfy spending more money, he's not. he wants to spend less. but since she spent loads on takeout, she might as well get something small for him. but they dont split the food bill so 🤷 i jus know it would make me sad if the person i loved got takeout and didn't think of me, which happens and it's upsetting even if i dont want anything lmao, i like to be asked and thought of. like. "i got you some chips,if you dont have them I'll eat them, but they're therd anyway". 99p init. or 1.29. idk. cozzy lives. and i feel leftout always bc im always leftout so i react harder to being leftout and the IDEA of being leftout

[hazardia]

Him​.

Spotty motivation? Hard to say really, he doesn’t keep track of said details. “In my defense, you do say ‘harder’ so.” If she wish not to will it, consider commanding differently. Regardless eyes narrow at her vulgarity before spoon is turned to the side, dropping some of the leftover sauce where it easily clung to chest. Fault of hers for size, but digress. “I have preferences like anyone else, but in some circumstances there are acceptable exceptions. Chocolate on its own doesn’t truthfully appeal to me. But, if mixed with something else..” There could be a case made. Bowl is gently placed upon counter, as transparent thought makes itself known clear as day.

Inching lower, mouth seeks what was misplaced. After all, it be rude to make a mess and not clean it. Freeing tissue from it’s binding, he hesitates briefly to give opportunity for sauce to fall further. Where sensitivity would force breath to hitch higher than anywhere it reach, as tongue would elongate and lap up. A bit sweeter strangely, likely an effect of their mix. It require a second testing of, as wet appendage stirs and collects without restraint. Quickly, before it stains outfit further. Hands would squish softness upward to ease access, moving with tongue for a more.. focused approach. No rhyme to motion meant no prediction for. Outside of bliss that is.

(( ☼ In all sincerity, sweet sports are best intended for those with softer surfaces to play on. His body’s great to sit on, but even then, the guy can’t stay still for longer than five minutes. Rin narrows her eyes at him shrewdly, thinking about how unfair it was knowing she couldn’t use the secret ingredient at her own discretion as well as he could. ...Even if she liked watching him eat off of her body. Her thighs squirm against each other, her spirit more than tempted to bend to his whims (again), but... she'll not allow it. "Did you know? They say chocolate is an aphrodisiac. What do you think? You agree?"

Rin gently stops him, insisting him with eyes that say it's her turn. "I want to try. I have the bigger sweet tooth anyway, right?" There's no way this isn't going to get messy. No way. Not if she wants to play with him the way she wants. She pushes off the marble, urging forward until the tables are reversed and he's the one against the opposite counter. He's been quipping about wanting more aggression, so now he has to eat his words. There's a bottle of white chocolate sauce somewhere behind him, so give her a second to fumble around while she wedges her head into the crook of his neck to deploy distraction kisses. Found it. Bringing it around, she leaves it as a hint and leans in to clean any lingering chocolate around his lips with her own. There's shifting motions while they're nose to nose, and suddenly her top is gone and so is his apron. It's around his wrists now, keeping them bound together behind him. A hand slides along his waist and another down his stomach, fingertips dragging with the subtlest pressure along the skin. Then it goes all the way, and she starts to coax his mass with the flat of her palm, rubbing it slowly upright against himself. "Can I?" She swallows anticipation, licking her lips. "Will you be good and behave for me?"