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[larabiatasstuff]

Sweet Tooth Story

Chapter one here

Chapter two here

Chapter three here

Chapter four here

Chapter five here

Chapter six here

Chapter seven here

Chapter eight here

Taglist: @horrorstoryfreak , @honestlyzealouscrusade , @spucifer , @iloveolderman0 , @x-filthyghoul-x , @harlequinautumn , @katehawke , @samoajoehoe

Chapter nine🖤

I opened the back door and climbed out of the truck, searching the area for a bit, but no trace of Sweet Tooth. I knew he wouldn't just leave me alone or go far away without telling me so I started to worry. "Sweet Tooth? Are you here? Can you hear me? Answer me please!" I yelled and waited a moment, nothing. "Fuck, where are you?" I said to myself. I took a deep breath and decided to get back in the truck. Maybe he just didn't hear me or he just wants to get something I thought, but as soon as I climbed in back of the truck, I knew that he wouldn't return soon. There on the rearview mirror hung his mask. My heart stopped beating for a moment. I reached out and took it in my shaking hands. That couldn't be true, everything was great yesterday and now he was gone. I sat down on the drivers seat, Sweet Tooth's mask on my lap covered in tears that were falling from my eyes. Why would someone do something like this? Who would take him away from me? I took a deep breath, wiped my tears away and took the radio. "Here is Y/N for John and Quiet are you there?" a moment of silence then some static was heard "Yo here's John what's up ?" I had problems to hold my tears back but I managed to keep my voice steady. "It's Sweet Tooth I... I need your help can we meet somewhere?" "Y/N girl what happened?" John asked. "I can't tell you on the radio John. We have to meet in person it's urgent ." then muffled mumbling was heard. "Y/N where are you?" came Quiets voice from the other end. I took the map out of Harold and looked for my location. "I'm near the university on the campus where the great bridge is." rustling "Okay do you see the amusement park on your map?" she asked. I let my finger glide over the map. " Yeah I see it." "We're getting the car ready and meet you there." "Thank you Quiet." I said and was about to put the radio back in it's holder. "Oh and Y/N." "Yes? " "I don't know what happened but keep your head up, we're on our way." "Alright, I'm getting ready. See you later." I put the radio back, closed the back door and started the engine. Sweet Tooth's mask resting on the dashboard. I couldn't imagine how he felt without it, I was just hoping he would be okay. My head was full of thoughts and scenarios what could have happened to him. He was a big guy, he wasn't easy to take out so someone must have planned it and the worst thing was, they were in the truck while I slept peacefully in the back.

Part two🖤

[katehawke]

Ok, this chapter is nothing for the faint hearted! I don't even see myself as Y/N, but it makes me crave revenge!!!

[viralfrog]

[ruinedchildhood]

[anxietyproblem]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[anxietyproblem]

[introvertsnation]

[anxietyproblem]

[katehawke]

The struggle is real

[anxietyproblem]

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: cussing

Part 1

A Charming Detour - Part 2

Juice isn’t expecting it.

It’s been a few days since you wandered into Teller-Morrow, looking dusty and out of place in the middle of their grease-stained chaos.

He’s spent way too much time thinking about you—running through every dumb thing he said, every moment he definitely could have been smoother. And yeah, maybe he’s checked his phone way too many times, but it’s not like he was waiting for you to text.

…Okay, maybe a little.

So when his phone buzzes and he sees an unknown number, his heart jumps before he even opens the message..

Unknown Number: Hey, it’s me—the expat with the rental car disaster. Hope I’m not bothering you.You gave me your number? Hope it’s okay to text. Just wanted to say thanks again for the help.

Juice stares. Then panics.

What’s the right response? Play it cool? Act casual? Maybe throw in a joke? Oh god, what if she regrets texting?

“Shit—shit—shit!”

His thumbs move before his brain can stop them.

Bobby glances up from across the shop. “You good?”

Juice ignores him, as he types back.

Juice: Hey! No, not bothering me at all! Uh—hi!

He immediately regrets it. Hi? What is he, a middle schooler? He groans, deletes it, types again.

Juice: Yo.

No. No. That’s too —ugh—Delete.

Juice: Hey! good to hear from you! How’s the car situation?

There. Casual. Normal. Like he hasn’t been thinking about you way too much since you left.

His phone buzzes.

You: Got a new rental. It’s actually running this time, so that’s a plus.

Juice lets out a breath, feeling his pulse slow. Okay. Okay, this is fine.

Juice: Huge plus. No fiery explosions? No sudden breakdowns?

You: Not yet! But I’ll keep you updated if it spontaneously combusts.

Juice grins. It’s stupid how happy that makes him.

Jesus Christ. What is wrong with him?

You send back a laughing emoji, and he exhales like he just survived a life-or-death situation.

Then, the next text comes.

You: I was actually wondering if you knew anywhere hiring? I’m looking for work. I’ve done admin and bartending back home, but I don’t really know where to start here there's like literally no listings !

Juice’s brain short-circuits.

Help her? Be her knight in shining armor? Get to see her again?

This is perfect. This is his chance. This is fate.

But it also means—he has to do something.

He’s already typing before he has a plan.

Juice: Oh!!! Yeah! Actually, I definitely might know something! Let me do some digging? I got connections. 😉

Juice barrels into the clubhouse like a man on a mission.

“Okay, listen,” he says, practically throwing himself into a chair at the table where Gemma and Clay are sitting.

"I have an idea, and it’s—wait. Are you guys busy? This is—this is important.”

Clay doesn’t even look up from his drink. “Do I even wanna ask?”

Gemma does look up, fixing him with a raised eyebrow. “This about that little thing that wandered in the other day?”

Juice stiffens. “No.” A beat. “I mean—kinda. But not in a weird way! It’s just—she needs a job, and—”

Gemma barely glances up. “No.”

Juice sighs. “I didn’t even finish.”

Clay leans back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, but you got that look. Like you’re about to try and sell us somethin’ stupid.”

Gemma sighs. “What’s your point, Juice?”

“My point—” He takes a deep breath. “I know the perfect person for a job. But not just because she’s cute! I mean, she is cute, but that’s not why I—”

“Jesus Christ,” Clay mutters, rubbing his temples.

Juice pushes forward. “She’s new in town! She’s nice! She’s done admin and bartending before, so she’s totally qualified! And she doesn’t know anything about—”

He gestures vaguely in the direction of the garage, “—all this, so she’s not gonna ask weird questions or anything. She just needs a job, and you guys need someone to do paperwork! It’s a win-win!”

Clay leans forward. “You vouch for her?”

Juice straightens immediately. “Absolutely. One-hundred percent. She’s great.”

Gemma narrows her eyes. “You barely know her.”

Juice doesn’t hesitate. “I know she’d be good here.”

Silence.

Then, finally, Gemma sighs, shaking her head. “Fine.”

Juice’s soul leaves his body.

“Wait, really?”

Clay shrugs. “She can come in for a trial run. If she sucks, she’s out.”

Juice can’t believe it.

He types way too fast, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins.

Juice: OKAY SO GUESS WHAT!!!

You: ???

Juice: I GOT YOU A JOB INTERVIEW!!!!!!!!!

You: What?! Already??

Juice: YES!! @ Teller-Morrow! You’d be working in the office with Gemma! But like, inside the office, not out with the guys. It’s perfect! And they said if you’re good, it’s yours!!!

You: Juice, that’s amazing! How did you pull that off??

…He can’t just say “begged like my life depended on it.”

Juice: told you I have connections! Lol

You send back a laughing emoji.

You: Thank you so much! I owe you big time.

Juice grins so hard his face hurts.

Juice: Nah, you don’t owe me anything! Just come in tomorrow morning?

You: I’ll be there!

Juice throws his phone into his pocket with the dopiest grin imaginable.

Holy. Shit.

She’s gonna be working here.

He’s gonna see her every day.

Oh god, he needs to be cool about this.

He’s so in trouble.

Juice doesn’t get this kind of lucky. He’s not the guy who gets to meet someone like you—someone sweet, someone nice.

Yet, here he is, grinning at his phone like an absolute idiot.

[katehawke]

This is so sweet and makes me smile whilst reading. Sigh...exactly what I needed

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: none, Juice is adorable (1st time writing for Juice)

A Charming Detour - Part 1

The heat is relentless. Dust clings to your skin, your rental car a lifeless heap on the side of the highway.

You'd flipped it off before shrugging  your purse on and heading up the highway on foot.

You’d never been so relieved to see a sign for a mechanic’s shop, and as you see 'Teller-Morrow' come into view, you feel the eyes in the garage shift to you.

Grease-stained hands pause, conversations halt for a beat. You’re out of place here— and then there’s the mechanics themselves- did they find there employee's at a mad max movie convention ?

Some guy with a fauxhawk and tattoos creeping up the sides of his scalp steps out of the garage. His dark eyes widen slightly before he straightens up from where he was hunched over a bike. You can’t help but stare. Those tattoos look like they had to hurt. His whole vibe is kind of intimidating—like he belongs in a place you probably shouldn’t be.

He blinks, processing, and then—

“Oh! Uh—hey! Hi! —do you need help?”

His hands fumble with the rag he’s holding, before shoving it into his back pocket. His whole posture shifts in under two seconds.

“My car,” you say, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his stare. “It broke down on the highway.”

He nods rapidly. “Right, yeah, of course, car trouble, that’s what we do here. I mean, I do lotsa stuff, but also—I—tow. We tow. I can tow. You need a tow?”

You nod, and He instantly turns, "Lemme— just—hey Bobby!” he calls over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go grab the tow truck! Be back—soon! Super soon!”

He practically jogs out of the garage, only to stop halfway, turn back, and give you a lopsided, nervous grin.

“You can—uh, stay here. If you want. I mean, obviously, you can stay, ‘cause you’re already here. But like—uh, one sec!”

And then he’s gone, leaving you standing there, half-confused, half-amused.

The other guys in the garage exchange knowing smirks.

“Real smooth, Juice,” one of them mutters.

Who the fuck has a name like Juice ? You mutter internally, wondering what the story behind the name is.

By the time 'Juice' pulls up in the tow truck, he’s given himself a pep talk.

Be cool. Be charming. Be suave.

You climb in, and he immediately starts talking.

“So, uh, you’re not from around here, huh?”

You shake your head. “I just moved to the States.”

“Whoa, Like, uh, British? No, wait, Australian? Oh! New Zealand?”

“New Zealand,” you confirm with a small smile.

Juice’s grin is huge. “I knew it. Accent gave it away. Well, that and—actually, no, it was just the accent. I don’t—uh—wow, long flight, huh?”

You nod, and he nods, and then there’s silence—until he realizes he should probably be driving.

“Oh! Right, uh—tow. Towing. Gotta—” He clears his throat, finally shifting the truck into gear.

You relax a little. Something about how nervous he seems to be makes you feel less out of place. He’s not scary at all—just awkward. Sweet, even.

“You, uh, pick Charming on purpose? ‘Cause, uh, not a lot of people just end up here.”

“I was passing through,” you say. “My car kinda picked it for me.” You chuckle

Juice lets out a short laugh. “Yeah, rentals suck. I’ll check it out when we get back. Probably nothing serious.”

He’s so wrong.

Back at Teller-Morrow, Juice gets under the hood, inspecting your rental with a frown. He pokes at things, mutters under his breath, and then lets out a long sigh.

“So, uh,” he straightens up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Good news is—it didn’t catch fire?”

You blink. “That’s the good news?”

Juice winces. “Yeah, uh—bad news is—this thing’s done. Like, put-it-outta-its-misery done.”

You stare at him, processing. “But—I need to get to—”

Juice panics. He can see the worry on your face, and before he even thinks, he blurts out:

“I could drive you!”

Both of you freeze. His eyes go huge, like he can’t believe he actually said that out loud.

“I mean—or I could, you know, help you find a new rental. Or, uh, something. I just—uh—”

He shuts his mouth, takes a deep breath, then awkwardly digs into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, scrolling for a bit and then hastily shoving it in your direction.

"In case, you need, you know—help. Or, anything. Like—mechanic stuff. Or, you know, directions. Or, like—if you get lost. Or—"

He stops himself, forcing his brain to slow down.

"Yeah. Just, uh, you know. Call if you want—for car stuff."

You blink up at him.

"Thanks," you say, genuinely touched. "That’s really nice of you."

Juice swallows hard. "Yeah. Cool. No problem. I—uh—yeah."

He gives you a jerky nod and then spins and walks away.

You watch him go, shaking your head with a small laugh. For someone who looked intimidating at first, he’s surprisingly—endearing.

Maybe landing in Charming won’t be so bad after all.

The second your out of sight, he groans, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.

“What the hell was that?” he mutters under his breath.

Bobby walks past, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Smooth, Romeo.”

Juice glares. “Shut up.”

But even though he’s sure he made a total fool of himself, he also knows one thing.

He really, really hopes you call.

[katehawke]

This is so cute

[mrsfix]

The eyes!

[justheretonosearound]

Peekaboo!

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey could you possibly do a sweet tooth x shy reader and shes been with john and quite like a third while like how mayhem was, and when she finally meets sweet tooth its like during a battle where she gets thrown right into him or somthing and then have her lose john and quite for a while and her and sweet tooth team up to find them and as time goes they get to know eachother and maybe you could add a part where sweet tooth gets jealous and him and shu reader do it in the back of his truck as like your min type thing✨️ you dont have to obviously it was just a thought

I'm so sorry for the wait anon😭 Life's a little stressful over here. I absolutely love your request and I really enjoyed writing it. We all love a jealous Pookie that gets possessive.😏 I hope you like what I made out of it. I'm sending much love your way 🫶🏻

It was one of those busy days again. John,Quiet and I were on the road looking for supplies and parts to upgrade our car before the tournament started. It's been a few months since we met at a black market for weapons and explosives. We got along from the start which was rare because I barely spoke to other people and I had a hard time making friends but since I had nowhere to go or someone to travel with ,they insisted that I should join them and now here I was, sitting in the backseat while John and Quiet were chatting in the front.

I wasn't a very outgoing person,I stayed in the background most of the time, quiet and invisible,too shy to speak to anyone and not to mention the extreme blush when someone tried to make a conversation with me. We've been on the road for a while now,I was watching the landscape passing by, my head leaning against the window. "Earth to Y/N! You okay back there?" John's voice got me out of my thoughts. "Hm? Oh yes everything's fine,why are you asking?" "You're awfully quiet today are you sure you're alright?" He asked looking at me through the rearview mirror. "I'm okay John I was just thinking." "You know you can talk to us about anything right?" Quiet chimed in. "I know but it's nothing let's just focus on the task okay?" John sighed "Okay,okay back to business." "Where are we heading?" i asked sitting up straight before I leaned forward. "There's an old mall a few miles from here. If we're lucky we'll find some good stuff. Food,meds water,clothes...ammo." Quiet Said pointing to a red circle in the map. "But are you sure there will be anything left? I mean there were possibly people before us right?" " Well not many people go there." John said His eyes glued to the road. "Why?" "It's scavenger territory so we need to be careful. Make sure your weapon is loaded and always stay in hearing distance got it? We can't risk losing you." Johns tone was serious now. "Got it ." I said checking my gun making sure to pack some ammo in case things went south. After another twenty minutes we arrived at our destination. John parked the car in some distance behind a huge container. Together we got out of the car and made our way towards the mall.

Part two🖤

[katehawke]

[larabiatasstuff]

Hellooooo its been a while since I requested something but I was doodling some twisted metal stuff and was wondering how Sweet Tooth would react after catching a y/n to see his show and them taking Harold hostage to try and escape. Hoping you are well as always and excited to talk more twisted metal with you sometime! 💖

Spuci my love!!!!🖤Thank you so much for sending your request. I absolutely love it. I really missed writing and I hope you like what I made out of it,you need to bear with me it's been a while.And I'd love to talk more about Twisted Metal life's Just a little chaotic right now.Sending much love your way🫶🏻

This was absolutely not how I pictured my day would went. Actually when I think about it ,it would have been better if I had stayed in bed. First I went to a nearby junkyard looking for spare parts for my car. And you know there's good stuff when it's highly guarded by scavengers. Long story short,I went in,grabbed some stuff ,got caught in the act and had to run for my life. I know,I know that's on me ,I should have known better bla bla bla... But hey I escaped in one piece, plus I got sick stuff for my beloved vehicle. So I after I let those primitive pieces of trash eat my dust, I finally started to relax. But as you might imagine it got worse. After an hour of driving through the desert I suddenly heard a strange melody.It was faint but got louder every second. I checked my radio and the dashboard to find the you're when suddenly my eyes caught something in the rearview mirror. My blood froze when i realized what or better who it was. Right behind me was a rusty pink ice cream truck with a huge clown head with a wide grin on top. Behind the wheel was a huge, muscular man wearing a clown mask.

"Sweet Tooth...fuck" I mumbled to myself. Everyone around here knew him,the psychotic Clown wielding a huge machete,his way paved with corpses. Nobody who ever had an encounter with him lived to tell the tale. I was getting nervous ,sweat forming on my forehead. My hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The Truck got closer and closer but I tried to stay calm. Then at the First opportunity I turned right and stepped on the gas trying to escape but as huge and sturdy the truck was, it was also fucking fast. I did my best to outdrive him but there was no chance, as if he was glued to my back. Then suddenly he appeared on my right side, gesturing for me to roll down my window. I tried my best to keep calm and pushed the button. "Well ,well look what we have here. Are you lost little mouse?" He asked,his deep voice sounding like growl. I swallowed hard before I answered,trying to sound casual."Listen I don't want any trouble okay? I had a an awful day and all I wanna do is go home and relax." "Relax huh? Well I know exactly what you need. You should come to my show. You'd be my guest of honor and I promise you won't regret it. So what do you say?" I cursed under my breath,that guy was absolutely stubborn and I needed to think about my answer because I knew I wouldn't like it If he got angry. I took a deep breath before I spoke up again. "That sounds absolutely wonderful and I have no doubts that your show is amazing but..." i couldn't finish my sentence when he spoke again "But?" i could hear the anger in his voice. "I really, really need to get going...Please?" Suddenly he let out a growl and rammed my car causing it to swerve. "Come on,I said please!" I yelled trying to regain control over my car but it was hopeless,I went off the the road ,crashing into a nearby rock, hitting my head on the dashboard. I felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly. My head was pounding and I felt something wet on my forehead. Then I heard my car door open and a pair of strong arms lifting me out of my the drivers seat before he threw me over his shoulder. The last thing I saw was the inside of the ice cream truck then everything went black.

When I woke up I was blinded by a really bright light. I tried to shield my eyes but my hands were tied behind my back. When my eyes got used to the light I scanned my surroundings. I was sitting on a chair at some kind of dinner table. In front of me was a stage with heavy ,red colored curtains.I looked to my right and there was a brown lunch bag sitting on a chair,a bow tie drawn on it. But before I could wrap my head around everything I heard a familiar voice. "Wakey,wakey sleepyhead. I'm glad you're awake I was worried you might have hit your head too hard." The clown says putting a cocktail and a plate with food in front of me. "What the..." I started but before I could finish he cut me off again."Oh where are my manners. May I introduce you to your date for this evening. Harold this is... what's your name again?" He asked tilting his head."Y/N ...my name is Y/N." "Y/N that's a...pretty great name. Anyways Harold Y/N ,Y/N Harold. You'll have a great evening together. Please behave when the lights get dimmed okay?" He said winking at me.

I was confused .Was he really talking about a lunch bag as a person? "Alright,I will take care of the last preparations and then the show will begin. Enjoy your meal while you wait." He said turning to leave."Wait!" "Yes?" "My hands are tied. How am I supposed to eat?" "Ooohhh you're right. Forgive me pre show jitters. I'm a little forgetful sometimes, especially the last minutes before a show. There you go." He said cutting the ties with his machete and left. As soon as he was out of sight I grabbed the steak knife from the table ready to defend myself. Just when I got up from my seat,the curtains opened and Sweet Tooth came out wearing a pink suit with a blue bow tie. "Ladies and Gentlemen...Wait where do you think you're going little mouse?" He said his voice dangerously low his grip on his machete tightening. I took a step back not knowing what to do,when my eyes fell on the lunch bag He called Harold. He must have noticed and took a few steps forward but I quickly grabbed the bag holding the knife against it. "Let him go!!" Sweet Tooth yelled. "Forget it. You will let me leave or...or the bag dies!" I couldn't believe what I was saying but it worked. I could see the tension in his shoulders and something like...panic in his eyes. "Hey nobody needs to get hurt. Put Harold down and we...we can talk. How does that sound?"He said gesturing with His hands "Do you think I'm stupid? As soon as I put him down you'll split my skull with your weapon forget it." I said holding the knife closer to the bag."Arrgh yes you're right." He took a moment to think looking between me and the bag. He seemed genuinely concerned about the well being of the bag. He took a deep breath and dropped the machete. "Okay...okay listen. I...I let you go but please ,please don't hurt Harold. He's my best friend,my only friend I..." Seeing him like this did something to me.Yes he kidnapped me and tried to kill me but seeing him like this made my heart ache. "Alright listen. We'll do it like this. You stay right where you are while me and Harold will go outside.I will Not harm him as long as you stay where you are. I will leave Harold at the entrance and then I'll go my way.Got it?" He looked at me with His big brown eyes that were much softer than before. "Got it. Thank you...Y/N." Hearing him say my name like this felt weird."Alright you stay there and wait until I'm gone. "I walked backwards not taking my eyes off him. I quickly reached the entrance and left the old casino. I put Harold next to the door before I rushed towards my car that was parked in some difference. I turned the key and thankfully the engine started. I took a last look into the rearview mirror watching Sweet Tooth picking up Harold carefully,our eyes meeting for a second before I drove away without looking back.

[katehawke]

😌

[katehawke]

Mood!

[dr-hunter-percy]

The doctor is in.