"What is that glorious smell?"
(y/n) questioned.
You see, (y/n) never really had any sort of good food because his mother always made it.
He never liked it.
And the times he refused, she forced the food down him.
"Wait a minute! Stop narrating for a second! I wanna smell this food!"
(y/n) followed the smell out of the mansion to a small ramen shop.
When he went inside, he saw several familiar faces just slurping at the noodles.
Simon: "Look at these tiny pocket stakes! Aren't they just neat?"
Richter: "Gotta love all the garlic in this ramen, Min. Add a bit of holy water and you got yourself a sizzling vampire slaying ramen!"
(Ramen, they say? Well, I could go for anything that's not the "creations" that mom makes.)
Min Min: "Oooh, is that so? I'll try a bottle out next time!"
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Why hello, little boy. Are you lost?"
"No, I'm not lost. I am hungry though."
"Okay, then why don't I make you some ramen?"
"That would be nice."
"So you're (y/n)? Well, no wonder you look so hungry."
"Tell me about it. Mom's cooking is so bad, even Gordon Ramsey would be shocked at why I put up with her."
"Hey, cheer up, man. She'll get better."
"Yeah, and maybe I wouldn't have to resort to this."
"You know, (y/n), you can talk to me anytime about how your mom cooks, and I might help her become a better one."
"That doesn't sound bad. Thanks, Min."
"(y/n)!! Sweetie, where are you?"
"You might want to get going. She's probably worried sick."
"Hey, can I take a couple cups to go?"
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Smash Females x male reader
FanfictionI'm too lazy to add descriptions, so here's a male and all the Smash females.
