Cuddles and LoveIt was an odd week for Zim, at the beginning. Gifts showed up, randomly in every place. The signature was the letter S, and the Irken symbol. He started to like it eventually. Somebody was actually praising him. At night, he felt someone hugging him in his sleep. He enjoyed it. He liked someone there to hug. Zim wanted greatly to meet this person.
One day while working, Zim noticed a trail of notes, and followed. Each one got him closer to a dark room, where instructions were to hold his arms out for a hug. In less than a minute, the one he always felt at night was in his grasp. "wh..who are you?" he asked hopefully. "Someone who….. loves you..." Skoodge showed himself. Zim was very surprised, but kept in mind he was the one that praised Zim for so long and just smiled. "I.. I love you" Zim said meekly.
Over time, they did become close. But Skoodge had one problem. Zim was not pudgy or even soft. Skoodge came up to him one day. "Zim, would you…. Gain for me?"
"Gain? No. I don't actuall
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PrussiaxReader - Perverts and CrushesAn academy that had no boundaries, or discipline. That is what this academy was. Students from all around the world attended the famous school, in hopes of becoming great one day. Yet, there were also students who attended just to be there. It wasn’t a contest on who could join; it was just a place for people from everywhere to be brought together.
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Gilbert Beilschmidt was one of those people who didn’t go to the academy to be great. He didn’t even like going to school, but he did it for his younger brother, and his friends. But there was another person he went for.
As he walked the halls with his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, he looked over his shoulder at his brother, Ludwig and his friends, Feliciano and Kiku. They were talking among themselves about something to do with homework. He turned around and walked backwards, watching the three, his eyes narrowed.
“Who cares about homework! You guys need to party more often.” Gilbert laughed at them, i
[AKIRA] Enough is enough Yuki wasn't always cold... or even violent. Yes, she was once the most peaceful girl in that orphanage and she had always that sweet glow in her eyes. Nobody, except Kaneda and a bunch of other kids (God knows where they are now), knew how she became this girl with a caged vicious personality.
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It all happened when they were kids... in that orphanage...
Yuki always played with the boys, never with the girls. Football, trading cards and other kind of games only boys play. At the time, Yuki had very long hair and used skirts only sometimes. Even though she had this delicate, fragile and girly look, the boys didn't mind having her tagging along in their games. Heck, they even liked her, how she wasn't such a winey crybaby or her voice wasn't as squeaky and annoying as the other girls'. And of course, Kaneda was happy to see his sister happy.
Even though they all looked great, a group of girls, on the other hand, weren't that happy. They were starting to despi
Akira - One WordHe does not like to admit it, but it’s true. Just months later, Tetsuo no longer needs fear.
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It was survival to first forge his vital instincts. The urge to end the day without bloodstains on his rags — it was the wings on his feet and the frantic breath, the blaze shooting through his muscles.
For years, he never made it; he was crashed against the dead ends of alleys, as his skin painfully turned to black. The humiliation grew, steady, with each time his nose was broken. The one solution he had left was crying – he was the little creep, the one out of any gang, alone and defenseless.
But one shouted name is all it takes, when he is not enough for himself. He calls one name, and the whole gang rushes to him – it is their signal to run and to crush bones, to chase the bastards, if necessary, to the end of Neo Tokyo.
As they lie on the ground, so young and so lost already, his bullies now bend to forward the message. Kaneda’s fury does not spare anyo
100 Manjuu ChallengeAfter a certain infamous incident, Gilbert had returned to ask Kiku if he wanted help cleaning the house several more times. Each time Gilbert asked, Kiku knew he really wanted one thing, or rather many of one thing: manjuu. Previously, he had been able to simply say "No, I apologize, there is none in the house at this moment" and get away with it after some prodding from the gluttonous Prussian, but today he was out of luck.
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Today, he heard a knocking, and opened his door to find a familiar pair of red eyes staring back at him. "I'm here to clean again today, Kiku," Gilbert announced with worrisome glee, and strode right past Kiku into the house.
"Th-thank you for offering, Prussia-kun, but as usual, the cleaning has been done long before. I'm sorry." Kiku watched Gilbert eye the house for even a speck of dust he could claim to clean, or possibly for any food he could gorge himself on.
"Nonsense! If I learned anything from West, it's that there's always somewhere to clean. Now, how ab
Comfort EatingToday is an okay day.
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Gilbert wakes up late and alone, like he does every weekday. Ludwig is long gone by the time he wakes up, which is almost always around noon. This is, of course, because his brother has a job and actual work to be done. He can get away with just about anything while Ludwig is out. He doesn't get in trouble till his brother gets home, if he gets in trouble at all. He can cover his tracks pretty well.
One of Gilbert's favorite things to do when Ludwig is away is to make his favorite delicacy: pancakes, drowned in maple syrup. They're not quite as good as the ones Ludwig makes (then again, to him, nothing can top any of Ludwig's cooking), but they're serviceable. He can't decide how many he wants; he starts out with three, then considers four, then shrugs and makes six. He's really hungry this morning. Then again, he's really hungry every morning. He doesn't have to eat all of them if he doesn't want to, but that doesn't change the fact that he gobbles them al
Filling the VoidOne lonely day, Gilbert devours, munches, gobbles, gorges, gluts, gulps, guzzles, takes in, tucks away. He eats and eats and eats, then eats more. Nothing is safe from his voracious appetite.
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During a short break, Gilbert rests his hands on his rounded belly and inspects it as if it were a foreign object that somehow attached itself to him. Somehow, it has grown from a slight and inconspicuous roundness to a very, very visible and very, very big bulge. Why hasn't Ludwig called him out on how big he's getting? Of course; Ludwig is too polite and too afraid of setting him off. Furthermore, he has been away on a business trip for over a week now. He's not around to stop Gilbert from growing.
Gilbert is growing, alright. He is quite aware that he is gaining weight, and if this habit of gorging himself every time he feels empty inside continues, he will only continue to gain even more weight. However, Gilbert is finding that he doesn't care that his belly is bigger and bigger every d