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byeolbeloved · 26 days

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Letters to Cupid -Kang Yeosang

Pairings> soldier!yeosang x typist!reader

Genre> childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, use of flashbacks, slightly suggestive, setting takes place around 18th century

Summary> for centuries, women named cupids worked as typists to write letters on behalf of senders who couldn't write themselves. You were always the writer but never the receiver for a love letter, yearning to be picked up by a knight. What you didn't expect was for this knight to have a familiar set of eyes, only this time lost from the innocence they once had.

Words from pupa : This fic is inspired by the anime Violet Evergarden! Also note that the writings in small italics are meant to be flashbacks. I had so much fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it <3 The picture is also fanart I made myself hehe so I hope you like that too ^^

The typewriter clicked away, following a warm melody of the woman reminiscing her adventures with the other piece of her that is now battling the screams and horror of man. The warm scenery of her words contrasted the thunderous roars outside. The weather had no mercy on lovers under the moonlight.

"Please tell him I love him and I'll always be waiting for him" the woman said glass eyed.

She's a gorgeous woman, with light make up and well done hair, although judging from the purple under her eyes you can tell she's had restless nights, tearful even, by her pink nose that was already prominent as she walked through the door.

You always thought about how hard it must be to have your lover be in the military. You've seen many cases of these couples working as a typist. You had at least 10 letters a day of women writing to their husbands on how badly they miss them, some not knowing their ashes have become part of the land they fight to protect.

"He will appreciate this letter dearly, Elenor. I will make sure to send it out by Friday" you say with a smile embossing a wax seal on the letter.

"Oh thank you Cupid. I was never good at using the typewriter so when an old friend told me about you I practically came here as fast as I could. It's been a month since he's been away, we've never been separated for this long.."

"It must be so hard for you both. He'll be just fine El... I see the love in your eyes, he'll come back to them"

Education was a privilege, hence the reason why so many people were illiterate. For centuries women named "Cupids" wrote letters on behalf of senders who weren't able to write to their loved ones themselves or simply didn't know how to express their emotions on paper. It started from a voluntary organisation but has now turned into a whole company, well known throughout the land.

You were born into the world of literature. Your father was a writer and your mother was a book illustrator. Work being the opening chapter for their own love story. From the moment you were born, books heavily dominated your life. Literally. Because even from the scene of your birth, where your mother delivered you unexpectedly at the house you grew up in, you were wrapped in ripped pages from books- that being the first thing they could grab instead of a blanket at such a chaotic scene of panic.

You grew up with your mother reading you books and you accompanied your father while he wrote. Although you loved literature, writing your own book wasn't something you saw yourself doing. You much preferred experiencing a realistic event rather than coming up with a story, which is why you fell in love with this job.

You get to write true emotion while hearing another person's story and relationships. And you were clearly good at portraying what people wanted to express as you had tons of people personally asking for you to write for them.

Love; a topic you could rant on and on about. You dreamt about being picked up by a knight, running away from reality just to intertwine in each other's soul.

However, you weren't such a hopeless romantic as you were very selective with the guys you talked to, let alone dated. No one has ever made you feel like a princess getting saved by the prince. Maybe reality isn't like the books, however, you felt that there must be someone in this lifetime who could make you feel like that.

The night was dark. Dark as the swelling wave of the ocean before the rising winds, when it bends its head near the coast. Rain fell hard against the concrete floor and the wind was so sharp it could cut you.

The girl shut her eyes, trying to count sheep to calm her heartbeat but the sound of the rain only pictured her sheep drowning in the night alongside her.

"The rain won't get us here" spoke the boy, flashing her a smile that emphasized the pink red mark by his left eye. The red mark he told her was from a kiss from cupid after she pointed out how it looked like a heart. They were under the awning of a closed store.

"The rain is scary Yeosang" she frowned.

"It's only water" he held his hand out to the rain and let it get wet "see? I'm fine"

"I know but I don't like the noises"

"Then don't listen to the noises. You can just listen to me" he wiped his wet hand on the side of his pants and grabbed onto hers.

"I will protect you from the rain. I promise I will always hold your hand when it rains Y/N"

“Sorry I’m late, I just finished up with my last client for the day. Did I miss anything?” you place down your coat on the chair back.

“Only Jia swooning over mailman Tony again” Sakura chuckled while sipping her coffee.

“Seriously, when are you going to make a move? He might be single” Maya continued mouthful with a sandwich.

“Oh shush there shall be no romance at work. We have a business relationship and that’s how it’s going to stay. Now let’s get started with the meeting so we can head home before the weather gets worse.” Jia snaps and everyone hides their smiles at her shyness.

“Okay, this meeting is to just remind everyone about plans for next week. We will be accompanying commander Chan- everyone remembers him right? From last year. We will be writing letters for his unit, he has a different unit now. Make sure to pack warm clothes sinc-”

“Since there will be lower temperature in the North” Sakura and Maya said together in a monotone voice. “We’ve done this before Jia we knowww~” Sakura whines.

“Just relax and look out for the hot single soldiers” Maya giggles to Sakura who is now poking at Jia’s side.

“Business! This is business guys! We're going there for work. Plus, these hot guys are depending on us to bring back their messages to their families. No fooling around” Jia makes clear.

Once a year your team will visit military camps to write for soldiers. You’re usually there for 3 days excluding travel. Apart from some of the men being touch starved and looking as if they’ve never seen a woman in their life- most of them are really nice. Last time they even set out a mini farewell and thank you party before your departure.

The crisp sound of snow beneath your feet and cold sensation on your nose definitely woke you up from your nap on the way here. It actually felt quite nice, your surroundings bright from the white snow despite the sun not yet risen and the cold air felt like a splash of water to your face in the early morning. All nice except for the sound of Sakura and Maya’s whines from how their boots weren’t fit for the snow. This is exactly why Jia spent so much time whining about clothing.

The soldiers shared cabins or tents. You girls too got your own cabin to share- unfortunately quite small so you’ll have to put up with Maya’s snores throughout the night, however big enough for the 4 of you. The main area had its own cabin. That’s where the soldiers mostly hang out and eat.

As you girls made your way to the main area, commander Chan introduced you to everyone. There seemed to be at least 40 men in there, thankfully all divided into units so it was easier to organise when you’ll be working with who.

Everyone gave you a warm welcome. You girls spent the first hour chatting with some of them, or you could say flirting for Maya and Sakura, before going into your cabin and unpacking your stuff.

Everyone was really sweet. Two soldiers, a long haired guy with a mole under his eye and another slightly taller than him with a dorito-like physique showed you around the area and let you know the schedule for breakfast, training and lunch. The area was quite open, you could see yourself getting comfortable here as it was very quiet. However, during all this you felt a pair of eyes on you. Though looking around you never saw anyone who could be staring.

“Slow down Yeo! It’s really rocky here” the little girl pants, trying to keep up with the energetic boy in front of her. He’s practically waddling like an excited maltese dog that’s about to get a treat.

“Just a little more, come on!” he grabs onto her hand speeding up her steps, now reaching his pace.

The two youngsters reach the top of the hill, overlooking the dazzling sight of flowers in different shapes and colours spread out across the field.

The girl lets out a gasp eyes sparkling “This is… what you wanted to show me?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeo this is…. Beautiful” her eyes scan across the field, completely forgetting the distant yelling from her mom she was worrying about 15 minutes ago from why she took so long to get back home after school.

“It’s gorgeous” says the boy, but he’s not looking at the scenery of flowers. He’s looking directly at her. Swimming in the ocean of her sparkling eyes reflecting the warm colours from the sunset.

You are gorgeous he thought to himself.

The day was busy. Each unit who was on their breaks got their letters done and even though it was only day one, you managed to get lots done already. It was already pitch black outside and everyone was already tucked into their cabins.

Maybe you were still in work-mode but your body had no intentions to rest as you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in your bunk bed so you decided to take a step outside. You walked over to a corner with bright pink flowers contrasting the white snow, standing tall and so youthful.

“So beautiful…” you whispered, crouching to touch the soft pedals. They look like they have just bloomed.

“Cyclamen” a deep voice from behind you startles you, letting out a light yelp from you as you turn around quickly. Your yelp almost turns into a loud gasp as you quickly identify the figure owning that deep voice.

His hair is a light chocolate brown, long enough to be tucked behind his ears but not in a I haven’t thought about cutting my hair type of way- it was well maintained. He was taller than you but not enough so that you’re practically looking up. His body was clearly fit, arm muscles very prominent even from his camo print thick jacket. His skin was pale. So pale it looked like milk. So pale it emphasized the pink mark by his left eye.

Kang Yeosang.

You had no doubt this was the same boy who used to have thick pitch black hair, sometimes patchy bangs from the self haircut his sister used to give him. The same boy who looked at everyone with sparkly eyes and clapped his hands together when he laughed.

This was your Kang Yeosang.

“Those flowers are Cyclamen” he said expressionless, hands in his pockets.

You don’t know if it's the cold air drying your eyes or your overwhelming emotion but you start to feel tears forming, so hot and full of sentiment they almost burn your skin. “Yeosang…?” you whisper but it comes out shaky.

“They mostly bloom in cold weather” he says, still in the same stance.

“Are there any more flowers around here?” you sniffle out tilting your head.

“I’ve seen snow roses around here before. Would you like to see them with me someday?”

“I’d love to” you said with a smile, now earning a smile from him.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer to you, pulling you into a hug which you gracefully accept, your arms latching around his neck almost a bit too tight.

“Hello Y/N” and that's your breaking point. You start sobbing into his chest muffling out I miss yous to which he responds with a hand on your head, caressing it gently.

“I’m here”

The walk was quiet and heavy. Each step representing minutes lost from each other.

The girl is the first to break the icy silence “can’t you wait at least till next year? We just graduated”

“Y/N this isn’t my choice to make, I don’t have any other choice. It’s what I’m supposed to do” the boy says against his wishes.

“When will I be able to see you again?” the girl now looks at him glass eyed.

“I don’t know” he lowers his head but quickly looks at her holding her hand. “Hey, no matter how long it will take, I will always be here, yea? I promise Y/N”

“Please don’t break that promise Yeo..”

The following days you and Yeosang were practically glued together when you had the time. You caught up on each other's life events and even reminisced about your childhood together. It was almost like you were kids again, except you noticed how serious Yeosang is now.

You don’t expect him to have that same innocence as he had when you were younger. He’s a grown man now and also a soldier. Not a particularly happy go lucky type of job. However, apart from teeth smiles while covering his mouth with his hand, you haven’t heard him laugh yet. You missed it. You missed the days when you both ran around giggling at any little thing. Is that boy you loved, lost?

“But yea, let’s just say leaving a half opened can of soup in a tent for 2 weeks isn’t a great idea” he scratched his head and lightly chuckled.

You laughed at his stories with his cabinmates. So far he has only told you about silly fun stories with his friends, apart from him explaining the basic routine of what they do in training. You were glad he was able to make fond memories as a soldier, especially since you knew how nervous he was joining the military.

But something about you knew that wasn’t all. Has he really been doing well? What about the times he's been in battle? Has he been greatly injured before? Broken a bone maybe? Does he miss his family?

Did he ever think about you?

“Yeo…” you placed your spoon down. The main cabin was far too loud for both of you to have a conversation so you and him chose to stay in his tent for breakfast and dinners. His cabinmates barely stayed there unless it was for sleep so you had all the privacy you wanted.

“How are you? Really”

“I’m doing well”

“No Yeo, I mean about everything. Do you like it here? Don’t you miss home?”

“Home? Well… Mom occasionally sends letters, I’ve visited sometimes but travel is so long I’d only have a day with them till I have to come back so… I’ve stopped visiting.” How long has it been since he’s had a home cooked meal?

“This definitely isn’t luxury heh, but I’m used to it Y/N. Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing here”

“Do you ever think about… me? Us?” immediately his gaze softens to your words. This is probably the first time you’ve seen a genuine expression on his face since being here. His hand is gently placed on your thigh and he brings his face closer to you.

“Of course Y/N, I told you I’ll always be here. I promised” his eyes burn into your soul and your gaze meets his birthmark. Your finger moves by itself and goes to gently touch it.

“I don’t see you anymore Yeosang… everything is so different”

“I know. It’s hard. This is all very hard but we are going to work this out Y/N”

Your faces are so close together you can practically taste his breath. His eyes land to your lips and for a second you could see the pupils of his eyes grow. He slowly breaks the space between you and you close your eyes, expecting to feel a touch on your lips until he breaks off the moment with a whisper “I want to write a letter.”

“I don’t understand thissssss~ let’s just take a break”

“We’ve already taken 2 breaks. Here, I started the first step for you, now remember what we did for question 6, it’s basically the same thing” the boy hands her the sheet of paper.

“Yeo I appreciate your help but maybe this is a sign from god that I should just give up on Math” the girl slouches on her seat kicking her feet.

“Math isn’t that hard, you just need to focus. Now come on we still have 5 pages left.”

“5 PAGES!? I might as well throw myself off the window”

“If you finish this in the next hour” he leans in close to her ear “I might give you a kiss” he leans back to his chair with a smug look on his face.

You’d think the girl wore face paint on her face from the deep red that was now formed. Without a word she picks up a pencil and writes away on her paper.

“Damn you Yeosang”

Some people get frustrated with slow walkers in front of them, slow drivers or even someone talking way too calmly, but the way Yeosang is working the typewriter makes you want to snatch it from him and do the job yourself.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write the letter for you?”

“It’s fine I got this” he continues on with his slow pace.

“Who are you writing that letter to anyway?”

“Just someone”

“Who is just someone?”

“A person I know”

“Who is this person you know?”

“You don’t know them”

“Pleaseee Yeooo~” you lean in closer to him “I’ll give you a kiss if you tell me who” you giggle remembering his little tactic he used to use on you in school.

“Mmmm I’ll think about it” you huff in frustration and he laughs.

He laughs.

Your worries of losing the boy you loved dearly completely vanished as you finally see that innocent boy back. His laugh sounded like the doorbell of a childhood house, where kids would run to see if daddy is home. The last bell ring at school, when kids ran home to show mommy what they drew. The sound of the ice cream truck song amplifying as it rolled up from down the street. The clicking sound of riding your first bike, parents cheering in the background for balancing without training wheels.

He sounded like childhood and you felt like a child again.

In what felt like forever, Yeosang finished his letter. Sealing the paper into an envelope ready to be read by this mystery person you so badly wanted to know.

“Okay I’ll take it and make sure to send it out. Make sure to write the address.” you reach your hand out but he doesn't move.

“Oh no I want to keep it”

“What?”

“I want to keep the letter.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you want to send it to that person?”

“Not yet.”

“We can withhold it and send it at any given time you want”

“It’s fine, I’ll send it myself”

Him protecting this letter made you even more curious as to who it was for. Surely he didn’t just write something for fun. Who was this friend? Was it a girl? Or possibly a lover? Surely not. Especially not when he almost just kissed you a while ago.

He promised. You’re just overthinking. Right?

It was your last day with the soldiers. You only had a couple of letters to finish and by nightfall you and the girls were set off to travel back home. Absolute no bone in your body wanted to go back home. This meant being separated from Yeosang again and you weren’t ready to let him go yet, you only just reunited with him.

“Y/N, you have a visitor waiting” Maya points to the door, only to see Yeosang waiting for you.

“I have a few more letters to write th-” you’re shushed by Maya when she lightly shoves you out of the room “Don’t worry, we got this, you go enjoy your last moments with lover boy” she whispers the last part although Yeosang surely heard judging by the way he looked away.

“Ooo he’s a shy lover boy too” Maya says before closing the door, you can still hear her giggles through the wall as you’re now left alone with Yeosang.

“Shall we go?” he quietly says.

“Yeah, where are we going?”

“You’ll see”

The two of you slowly walk side by side, occasionally bumping the sides of your arms. There isn’t much talking but the silence is comfortable. Almost too comfortable that you forget this is the last time you get to examine his features before the final goodbye for god knows how long it will be again.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Yeosang hands you a big white flower, a snow rose. “This is the snow rose I told you about” he said with a smile gently handing it over to you.

“Yeos-”

“Marry me Y/N”

What.

Time stops for a second. A long second. Even the birds stop chirping and the wind halts. You aren’t sure what just happened but your heart knows for sure that it’s a big deal as it beats so hard, destined to break out of you and reach his own, intertwining with his and merging into one.

“What did you say?” you mutter quietly.

In contrast with your tone, Yeosang is confident. His chin is up high, shoulders back and there's a look in his eyes that show no sign of hesitation.

“I want you to marry me Y/N” he takes a step closer, and another, and another, till you’re now backed up into the rough surface of a tree.

“I’m going to make this work, I’ll find a way to leave this place if I have to but Y/N, I can’t let you go again.” he cups your face gently and swipes his thumb across your cheek “I’m done keeping promises and making you wait, I want to be with you Y/N, only you” he rests his forehead against yours.

“Come home to me Yeosang” you breathe onto his lips before locking them together.

Your lips dance together so full of passion and need it almost feels as if your bodies are intertwining into one. You feel his small smile through the kiss as you deepen it, locking your hands in his hair while his explores the sides of your body.

Cold air hits your belly as he lifts up your shirt to slide his hand against your skin, caressing your chest. If you weren’t so lost in the kiss you would have noticed that he was practically spelling his name across your chest with his hand movements.

Remembering that you both need to breathe, he’s the first to break the kiss. You’re both a panting mess but he manages you let out a chuckle “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes in every language Yeosang. I will marry you” you smile out taking in his lips once again.

You asked for a rose, but Yeosang gave you a whole garden.

Two years later

“Tell me Cupid, what should I tell her? I’m so scared. What if she’s waiting for another man?” the man from across you says, blowing his nose into his now 8th tissue in the past 10 minutes.

“Sir Walker, you clearly love her right?”

“Yes! Oh heavens more than anything, I-I’d kill for her, I’d crawl on my knees for he-” he sighs taking a breath “I don’t imagine a life without her”

“Then fight for her” you say softly.

“She’s lands away from me Cupid! How will I be a man to her if I cant even reach for her?”

“Make that happen. You said you would kill and crawl for her. Put actions to your words Sir Walker and show her you love her. You are living in the same lifetime, right here, right now, don’t regret your choices and lose her. She needs to see you fight for her”

The man breaks down but looks up at you again, composing himself before saying “Have you experienced love Cupid?”

“Everyone experiences love. If not now, one day, just as you wait for love, there is another person waiting for the same. Everyone has someone awaiting them” you softly smile.

“I’ll do it. Tell her I’m coming to get her. I’m not sure when but from today onwards, she will be my focus” the man lets out a broken smile. Broken yet mendable.

“She will be waiting for you Sir Walker” you say before typing away, a paragraph that awaits a new chapter for the couple.

Your night ends with that heartfelt love story. You hope the best for the couple and your heart nearly breaks with his as you also can’t help but think about your person you are waiting for.

The weather outside is mean. Almost in hopes of drowning man in its rage. The thunder roars and you’re left counting sheep in your head- something you’ve been doing ever since you were a kid to calm down.

As you’re walking out of the building Jia calls you from behind “Y/N you have a letter!”

She runs up to you and hands you the letter. “Who is this from?” you ask as you’ve never received a letter before.

“Hm not sure” she looks into a room, clearly distracted by something, or someone as you look at the direction only to see the famous mailman who has been working here years before you joined the company- Tony.

“Um yea I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N I gotta go, bye! Let me know who that letter is from!” she says from a distance practically skipping her way to Tony,

You don't get the chance to even reply to her before she's gone. You look at the letter and there is no address to indicate where it was sent from, which could only mean this letter must have been dropped off by the sender here at the company.

You walk out the building, still sheltered from the awning covering you. Your steps are heavy, unable to move.

It's fine Y/N let's take this slow you thought to yourself deciding to just stand there for a while before making your way home.

You curiously open the letter and start reading it;

Dear Y/N,

How are you? I am writing this letter to you while you are right next to me. I hope you’re not mad about almost kissing you and asking to write a letter instead. It’s just that I wanted to capture my feelings towards you at this given moment, so we can hopefully both look back at this letter.

You asked me if I liked it here. I don’t. I hate the feeling of knowing every movement I make can be my last, and that I won’t be able to say my final goodbye to you. I hate that I go to sleep at night, responsible for another lost man from his lover. I wish I could be able to come home from work and tell you about my day. But what can I tell you? About how many screams I heard? How bloody my hands are after every battle?

You asked me if I think about you. My answer is yes. Painfully yes. I always think about what you could be doing at any time. If you found yourself love. I worry everytime it rains, do you have anyone to hold your hand during thunderstorms? I force myself to repeat your voice in my head because I’m so afraid of forgetting what you sound like. I always remember about the day I took you to the flower field. You looked so beautiful in that moment. So everytime I find a flower, I make sure to stop and admire it, pretending it’s you. Because to me, you are far more beautiful than any flower out there.

I will come home to you Y/N. I promised I would be there. I promised to hold your hand. And I will fulfil my promises, even if it means fighting for my life.

Wait for me my love.

Love,

Yeosang.

“Damn you Yeosang” you chuckled out, a crack in your voice causing tears to slip out. You look up to the sight of the man in reason for these tears. He’s still wearing his uniform, hat covering half his face. He seems to have gotten bigger in physique too. He drops his hat and you smile widely at the sight of his birthmark, now holding smiling eyes.

“It’s raining” he said, reaching out a hand “I’m here to hold your hand.”

You completely ignore the extended hand and crash your body into his for a tight hug. An embrace with no chance of him slipping out.

“You came home” you said into his chest.

“I came to stay”

“And to hold my hand”

“And to hold your hand” he laughs out.

Yeosang was your childhood. Yeosang is your home.

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sturniolo-rat · 1 month

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Tattoos and Massages Part 1

Christopher Sturniolo X Reader

Part 2

A/N: My first work “A Very Matt Morning” is doing really well and so is my Nick NSFW ABC post so I thought I would treat the Chris girlies today😌

Contains: sugar daddy!chris🤑, fluff💕

TW: mentions of having absolutely $0

In which Chris lotions up y/n’s back tattoo and it turns into a happy ending massage.

It’s Friday night, and Y/N is on her way to the house her boyfriend Chris shares with his two brothers. As a nanny for a lower-middle-class family with a two-year-old girl, Y/N makes just enough money to survive. She absolutely loves her job and little Juno, but Jesus Christ, she’s doing a lot of work. Y/N desperately needs a fun, childless weekend with her boyfriend.

She knocks on the front door three times because people who ring doorbells are weird, and she is greeted by no one other than Matt Sturniolo. “What’s up, Y/N”

“Nothing much, man. Just looking to spend the weekend with my boyfriend.”

“Come on in, then. You know the way.” He gestures inside the house and then towards Chris’s room.

Y/N doesn’t bother knocking and enters the room in a hurry to find and hug Chris. Their eyes meet, and she crashes into him with a strong embrace. “Oof, that’s a big hug, Mamas,” he says with a groan.

“Mhmm, missed you.” is all she says with her face buried in his chest. They hug for a long time, and Chris realizes they’re not really hugging; it’s more like he’s holding her as she lets go of the past week's stress.

“I know you had a hard week. Was Juno a terror today, too?” he asks.

“No, I’m just worried about money, is all. They’re taking Juno on a trip, so I’ll be out of work for the next two weeks.” She hugs him harder, and he rubs her back softly.

“You’re alright, Baby, I’ve got ya.”

They spend the rest of the night cuddling and bingeing “The Bear” on Hulu. She notices he has Hulu Plus the one without the commercials and she feels a twinge of sadness that she’s never had money to spend on luxuries like that. The show however is very good, and they watch until they fall asleep.

Saturday morning, Chris makes sure to wake up before Y/N. Slowly rolling her head off of his chest he sneaks out of bed and heads to the kitchen to cook her breakfast. He knows she works hard for everything she has and he wants to show her that his love is something she doesn’t have to work for. He will always give it willingly; for her, it is the easiest thing to attain. She will never have to worry about money for as long as his heart beats. It perplexes him that she doesn’t know that. He will show her, but first, he has to start a perfect day of relaxation with breakfast in bed. She wakes to the sound of the smoke alarm and the smell of burnt bacon. “Fuck! Fuck! Guys, I’m sorry!” Chris shouts across the house. Y/N tosses the blanket to the side, but she hears the boys before her foot even touches the ground.

“What the fuck!” Nick yells in the way he does.

Matt comes out with a “Jesus fucking Christ! Turn it off!”

Y/N wants absolutely no part in whatever’s going on. She reaches over to her airpods on the bedside table, puts them in, and turns on noise-canceling mode. Then she pulls her blankie back over herself. She really can’t be bothered with that mess.

The alarm turns off a few minutes later, and Chris enters the room cringing holding a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes… all burnt. She removes her airpods. “I made this for you.” he gives a sheepish smile.

She tries to hold back a giggle “Oh, Babyboy, you shouldn’t have.” He sets the plate beside the bed and curls onto her lap. Y/N strokes his hair. “No, Boobie, don’t be sad I love love love the gesture!” She cups his face in her hands and brings his head up for a kiss on the nose. Chris takes pleasure in how delicate she is with him. Moments like this remind him why she works in childcare. She’s a nanny now but was born to be a mother. He wants so badly to one day help her become one.

“You know what? It’s fine.” He pops up as hyper as ever. That’s Chris for you…actually, that’s ADHD for you, but it is what it is. “Because…” he says in a sing-song voice, “I have a very big day planned.” He proceeds to walk around the room gathering clothes for Y/N to put on, throws them at her, and says, “We’re taking a trip!” with the biggest smile she’s ever seen.

About 20 minutes later everybody is dressed, and an Uber is outside because he’s a silly ass who can't drive. “Where exactly are we going?” Y/N asks as they step into the car.

“That, my dear, would be a secret.”

“Oh god. I hate surprises!”

“Well, technically, we’re not going to surprise you right now. I got excited and forgot that they were not open this early,” he admits, a bit embarrassed.

“My question still stands. Where. Are. We. Going.”

He holds her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles “You and I are going shopping.” he pauses “Also you literally love surprises. So, shut up.”

She pulls her hand away upset. “You know I don’t have any…” he puts his hand over her mouth to silence her.

“And I don’t care because I am buying you everything.”

She tries to refuse and talk him out of it the whole car ride, but he insists. They arrive at this Rodeo Drive-esque place, and Y/N is amazed at all of the fancy stores. Chris drags her into everyone he sees and physically has to force her to pick one thing for him to buy. After about the ninth store, she starts to have fun with it. By 2 pm she has a billion bags filled with everything she could possibly want and wants to head home.

“Nope! Surprise is just down there.” He points to a tattoo shop across the street.

Y/N’s eyes widen, and she lets out a little shriek: “We’re getting tattoos!” She starts clapping and jumping up and down. “I have always wanted to get a tattoo!”

“I know, Baby, I know.”

She decides to get a large rose tattooed down her spine. It hurt like a bitch, and it still does when they arrive home. It’s very pretty, but it’s also very much an open wound. An hour later they’re in Chris’s room, and she’s ready to take the wrap they used to cover the tattoo off her back and wash it with antibacterial soap. She takes her shirt off, and Chris can’t help but stare at her soft breasts her nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Come help! I can’t reach my back!”

“I’m on it.” He gets up to stand behind her and gently peels off the plastic wrap. Her back is covered in dried blood dyed black with ink. He runs his hands down her sides landing at her hips. “You need a shower, Darlin.” He smiles to himself and whispers in Y/N’s ear “Let me clean you up.”

Oof, sorry, lads, smutty part 2 tomorrow, just like last time.

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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omgomgomgomggggg u mentioned reader locked in a cage watching her stuffed bear through the bars and my mind immediately started racing. do u think when they have her locked up they sit just outside the bars teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks😭they throw a blanket over ur cage and leave u there for “puppy’s nap time” i’m actually shaking

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

this is a little long one because both of these concepts have killed me and i lost control of myself

im shaking. hyperventilating. quivering. i am an unrecognizable person after reading these asks.

forced into a cage fucking GETS ME!!! noncon puppy play you will always be famous. both of my noncon/dubcon ghostsoap puppyplay things (say that five times fast) have johnny falling into a type of subspace really quickly so i haven't actually gotten to write a lot of a forced puppy reacting badly and i want to so MUCH!!! might do it with ghostsoap in a follow up to the thing i just posted honestly. it's so fucking delicious

but anyways. in this au the cage you get shoved in isn't johnny's cage, it's one they made for you so you can keep them company during their murderous free time. that means the cage is small, you-sized :( you can't sit up straight in it, can't stretch your legs out the whole way, can't even really kneel straight up. a tiny little space for a tiny little girl oh im going to be SICK

i like the idea of reader having a little nest of her own in their cabin, filled with soft things for her to relax into (and, of course, a hook for them to leash her to) so i feel like her cage in the basement is probably a little ugly. probably no blankets or pillows, shoved in the middle of the room somewhere so there's no place where you can hide (aka press yourself against the wall), leaves you exposed and vulnerable and cold. poor little puppy :( crying and sniffling and begging them not to force you in, but they just chuckle and ruffle your hair a bit, force you to your knees.

all that being said: your little bear johnny and bear simon are in the bad cage with you <3

the stuffy (im calling it a bear but fill in an animal if you'd like) is a total comfort object for you, something that has gone through every bad thing right by your side. when they fuck you, you almost always have the bear in your arms. when they force you to their torture dungeon, the bear is either in your arms or in your eyeline. maybe one of the times they hunt you simon slips the little bear into your arms while johnny is fucking you in the dirt, smirks a little when you thank him and hold it tight to your chest.

if you get really worked up from what they're doing one of them throws an old blanket over your cage. it makes everything so much worse - you can't see anything, you're left alone in this cold dark space, and you can still hear every sound of pain and the tools your kidnappers are using. but for some reason you feel more vulnerable in the dark (like a bird lol) so you go quiet, hunch down real low and squeeze your eyes shut so you can't see the bloodstains on the blanket. simon on johnny think they're helping you cause you don't sound nearly as scared when you can't see anything <3 gives them horrible ideas involving blindfolds but that's another thing

johnny keeping your bear from you. it's like the two of you want me dead. “do you wanna come out now?🥺” “you want your bear??🥺” “are you gonna be a good girl now???🥺🥺” and "teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks" like im so fucking GONE it's actually not even funny.

you get real puppy-like when they make you beg for your bear. little paws held out, eyes all big and teary, panting and wiggling around cause you want your toy so badly. simon telling you to take the stuffy with your teeth, and you whine because you don't want to bite your bear!!!! but he says johnny and i bite you all the time, puppy, if you can take it so can your bear so you finally lean forward, get a little loose hold on the stuffy's leg where johnny's holds it out

but he's so mean, because he doesn't let it go :( just smiles real big at the sight of you on your knees, little puppy toy between your teeth. go on, he'd say take it, lass. and you try!!! you tug it a little, shake your head a bit, but he won't let go!! he won't give you your bear!!!

until simon tells him to, a gruff that's enough tug o' war, johnny, she's been a good girl. hand it over. and then the stuffy is yours again, finally. you'd tuck it up right in your arms, hold it close to your chest and bury you nose in the soft fur with your eyes squeezed shut. you ignore the little coos from above you, fully throw yourself into loving on your bear

#asks and answers #serial killer ghoap x reader #favorites #if only for those fucking ASKS jfc #off topic but ghoap locking you in the Bad Cage (tm) as punishment and leaving you alone with the corpses. hm.#🧸 anon

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jacksdinonuggets · 2 months

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~stomach bug~

Summary: Vaggie gets a stomach bug while she's staying over at Carmilla's. luckily, her mother figure takes care of her makes her feel loved.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Vaggie told Carmilla when she went to say goodnight.

They usually had training sessions in the morning or afternoon, but Carmilla was a bit busy during the day and they needed to do one at night. With all the exercise she was getting and how late it was, she became exhausted. Not to mention she had managed to get a few bruises. However, Carmilla was very kind and offered to let Vaggie stay the night. She knew how tired the girl must’ve been. Not to mention how dangerous it was at night. If she wouldv’e walked home, there was a huge chance she could get mugged or hurt badly and couldn’t fight back because of exhaustion.

“You’re welcome, Vaggie. If you need anything during the night, don’t hesitate to wake me up.” Carmilla replied, walking into her own room. She wanted vaggie to feel safe with her and like she could go to her with anything, no matter the time.

Since Odette and Clara were already asleep, Vaggie knew she should get some rest too. She had already showered and gotten into some of Carmilla’s actual daughter's old pajamas since they were the only ones that would fit her. Unfortunately, the only room available for her to sleep in was her babysitting room. The room where she was babysat by Carmilla whenever she felt small and couldn’t get Charlie to take care of her, or just wanted Carmilla to.

It was a little weird since the bed looked a lot like a children’s bed. The blanket covering it was a cute pink and white one with butterflies on it. Vaggie would just have to deal with it though.

It wasn’t long before Vaggie fell asleep. She was beyond tired from the intense workout she went through.

When Vaggie woke up the next day, she was greeted with a horrible stomach cramp. She knew it wasn’t her time of the month so what could it be? She whimpered as another wave passed through her. It was really bad. Something inside her told her that she needed Carmilla.

However, Vaggie couldn’t get up. The pain made it impossible to move if she didn’t want to aggravate it even more. So she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone, hoping Carmilla’s hellphone was nearby. She hit call and waited for Carmilla to answer. But she never answered. Instead, she heard footsteps coming towards her room. The door opened and the overlord stood in the doorframe. She saw Vaggie curled up and whimpering and rushed to her side.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked. The way she asked was so soft and gentle that Vaggie’s headspace took a dip. Whenever she got sick in heaven, no one would show her this kind of motherly love. She was heavenborn and never knew her mom. The only people to take care of her were nurses and herself. And the nurses never treated anyone as kindly as Carmilla was treating her right now.

“Tummy hurts…” Vaggie whined. The use of the word ‘tummy’ instead of stomach, gave away the fact that she was slipping.

Carmilla put a hand to her forehead and checked her temperature. She felt a little warm, but nothing too concerning. Probably a low-grade fever.

Vaggie whimpered again as another wave of pain ran through her. She was starting to feel nauseous as well.

“It’ll be okay, sweetie. How about I go grab you some medicine and see how you feel?” Carmilla asked. But Vaggie shook her head.

“Don’t wanna be alone…” she mumbled. It was scary to be by yourself while in such a vulnerable state.

Carmilla sighed. The only thing she could think of that would make her feel better would be medicine. But the girl was also feeling really small at the moment.

Suddenly, Vaggie shot up and pulled the covers off, seemingly trying to rush somewhere. However, she couldn’t even make it off the bed before she threw up. Stomach water and bile fell onto the sheets and her pajamas. She cried, humiliated that she had just puked in front of someone and on herself.

“No, no, don’t cry! It’s okay, I’m not mad,” Carmilla put a hand on her back and rubbed it soothingly as she retched once more.

Carmilla could now tell what was going on. Vaggie probably contracted a stomach bug.

Once she was done, Carmilla comforted her as she cried. She knew how bad and embarrassing it must’ve felt.

After she had finished crying, Carmilla lifted her up and onto the floor. The movement had caused her stomach to cramp up again, prompting Vaggie to whimper. If the girl was in that much pain from moving, then there was no way she’d be able to make it to the bathroom. So as Carmilla got her out of her soiled pajamas, she put her in a diaper and onesie so it would be easier and quicker to change her. The room had all of Vaggie’s little gear in it that Carmilla had bought for her. She liked to give her small gifts whenever she did something good.

Once she was done, she grabbed a red stuffed bear with small devil horns off of the stuffed animal hammock in the corner of the room. She handed it to the girl, who was curled up on the floor.

Due to all the commotion and crying, Clara had woken up. She walked into the room and saw her mother gently trying to soothe Vaggie as she was softly crying on the floor.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Vaggie contracted a stomach bug and slipped into her little headspace,” Carmilla explained. Then she got an idea.

“Could you stay here and look after her while I change her bedsheets and get her medicine?” she asked.

“Yeah, I can do that,” She replied. Clara was always happy to help her little sister. She and Odette were very supportive of Vaggie’s regression and often helped out their mother whenever she was caring for her. Whether it was getting her a new bottle and just looking after her when Carmilla needed a break, they loved to help take care of her.

As Carmilla took the bedding downstairs, Clara tried her best to comfort the crying girl. She had whimpered that her eye was also starting to hurt as well. Clara guessed that it must be a phantom pain from the stress of getting sick.

She dug through the nightstand drawer and found a couple of pacifier cases with pacis inside. She picked out one she thought Vaggie might like and a clip. She attached it to her onesie and popped it into her mouth.

The pacifier helped her a little bit, but not much. She was still in pain and Clara didn’t know what to do. But she did get an idea. Sitting next to her, she pulled her little sister in her lap and held her. It actually seemed to help calm the girl down.

When Carmilla returned, she had a baby bottle with water in her hands and new bedsheets, as well as a vial of medicine syrup. She set the bottle and medicine on the nightstand before putting the new sheets on the bed. She stepped over to the closet to get new covers and put those on the bed as well.

Clara left the room soon after to let Vaggie be taken care of by her mama.

Carmilla lifted Vaggie from the floor and placed her in the bed. Once putting the bed guards up, she placed a trashcan on the opposite side of Vaggie, leaning against the bars. She held Vaggie sit up so she could give her some medicine.

“No!” Vaggie pouted once Carmilla poured the syrup into the tiny cup the vial came with.

“Mija, it’s going to help you,” she tried to explain.

“Is nasty!” she complained.

Carmilla sighed.

“I’ll let you pick out a new toy when you get better~,” She sing-songed, trying to convince Vaggie to take the medicine. She was going to get her something anyways, so why not use the fact to get her to take the syrup.

Vaggie looked skeptical but took the cup and downed the syrup. She made a disgusted face once she was done and handed the cup back to Carmilla.

Carmila then climbed into the bed with the bottle in her hands and pulled Vaggie into her lap so she could help hydrate her. Once Vaggie finished the water, she curled up against her caregiver. She was so small compared to Carmilla that it actually felt like she had a toddler/baby in her lap.

Carmilla held her little as she waited for the medicine to kick in. However, Vaggie’s stomach kept growing and making noises. She would whimper as well whenever it would happened. Suddenly, she started to move, trying to get to the trashcan. Carmilla knew what was happening and quickly shoved the can under her chin.

“In here, bebe, it’s okay,” she told her as she heaved aggressively into the garbage. It looked really painful and Carmilla took pity on the poor girl. Unfortunately, the medicine came right up. That’s when she remembered that Vaggie was an angel, not a demon. That meant her body could react differently to demon products.

Once she was finished retching,Carmilla put the trash can to the side before picking Vaggie up. She noticed the girl had an accident during the heaving and needed her diaper changed. She heaved really hard, it made sense that her bladder gave out on her.

When she finished taping the new padding up, she gave her little tummy kisses, hoping to help her feel better. It made her giggle happily.

It wasn’t long until that happiness turned into sadness. The pain was back again. This stomach bug really hated her. So Carmilla picked her up again and cradled her in her arms while she cuddled her in the bed, trying to provide the most comfort she could.

Carmilla knew that vaggie would likely have to stay the whole day or at least until she got better. So she used vaggie’s phone to text Charlie that her girlfriend was sick with a bug and was feeling small.

Not even 15 minutes passed and Charlie was already outside of the warehouse, a basket in her hands. She was let in by Odette and went up to the room that Vaggie was in.

When Charlie saw them, she couldn’t help but awe. It was always adorable to see Vaggie little but it was even more adorable to see so clingy towards this famous overlord.

“Aww, hey, you two,” She whispered, not wanting to disturb Vaggie. She seemed like she was trying to sleep but wasn’t unconscious just yet.

“What are you doing here? Carmilla asked quietly, also not wanting to bother the tired girl.

“You can’t expect me to not show up when you tell me my girlfriend is sick and slipped,” she explained. She set the basket down and took out a baby blanket. She draped it over Vaggie’s shoulders before turning back to the basket. She took out two thermoses, one named “Broth” and the other named “milk”. Both cups felt really hot.

“These are for when she feels up to eating,” She explained. She knew that whenever Vaggie got sick, she would not have much of an appetite. It wasn’t healthy and she usually needed to practically force her to eat. But some of the few things she would consume was warm milk and ramen broth.

“Thank you, princess,” Carmilla thanked her.

#safe agere #agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw agere #age regression #hazbin hotel agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel age regression #agere little #sickfic #sick #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel

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marvels-meme · 7 months

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Do you have any headcanons for each of the three marvels?

Oh boy oh BOY do I have headcanons. (Sorry for the late response haha)

Carol:

Her skin is pale and has very noticeable blue veins

She is willing to do anything for the people she cares about, no matter how dangerous

Doesn't remember a lot of Earth, but she does get homesick for Hala, which makes her annoyed.

Since she has the most memories of Hala, she very easily gets annoyed at shittier planets - eg, she has problems with the train networks in America.

Sleeping is rough when you have energy flooding through your veins so she has a bedtime routine of putting all her energy into batteries and solar panels, taking a cold shower, and then passing out for 48 hours.

HATES the cold. She'll go to cold places, sure, but she'll be really fucking angry about it.

Carries sugary and instant energy food around with her in case she looses her energy. She has to eat a fuckload of food after she goes binary.

Got a simplified suit after her powers kept messing up the electrics in her old one.

Loves Goose. Goose is love, Goose is life. Proud cat mom.

Monica:

She can 'see' light and different types of energy, and sometimes gets headaches. She uses sunglasses whenever it gets overwhelming.

Stops using doorways since she can just phase through stuff and tends to scare the shit out of people when she pops out of walls

She can tell exactly when her food has finished cooking without needing to be in the room because she can see energy through walls.

She can see how cold or warm people are, which usually leads to her ominously handing blankets/cold water to her friends. It's very nice but unnerving.

Kept her 70's outfit from Wandavision. Casual bulletproof clothing is a lifesaver.

She doesn't like micro waves because of the Westview incident. This includes actual cooking microwaves.

Very good memory!

Canonically an astronaut - she's incredibly smart. Carol and Kamala will sometimes rant on their group chat about a tech problem they're having and Monica will point out very obvious solutions in the funniest way possible.

Enjoys the night time. She stays up really late, enjoying seeing the moon and stars.

Kamala:

She's the type of person to pack a million clothes for a week-long trip.

She's the first Muslim to pray on another planet but she can't tell anyone and it irritates her so badly because she could get a Guinness World Record, but she can't because of her secret identity.

Learns to use the space Internet so she can read space fanfiction She has no idea what they're about but she gets a lot of fic ideas from them.

Has 10 alts on Twitter, runs 8 Tumblr blogs and has 6 ao3 accounts.

Her powers can make anything she wants. The weirdest thing she's ever made was a 12-seater baby pram when there was a fire at the local hospital.

Doesn't stan any kpop groups but gets involved with drama for fun.

Has a LOT of opinions about random stuff.

Pinterest girlie <3

Uses her powers for the most random stuff. Carrying shopping. Opening the dishwasher. Cleaning the living room. She's forbidden from clearing the table with her powers after she broke a plate.

She's the type of person to start praying for someone, then feels bad about not praying for other people and ends up praying for the entire planet.

Carol was a pilot and Monica is an astronaut so she ends up being the only Marvel to get sick on rollarcoasters.

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the-curator1 · 8 months

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Come Morning

Secondo x Reader

Author Note: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out to me.

Summary: Secondo knew it was never meant to be real between you two. As hard as it was, he knew he had to get away from you before it was too late, before he was in too deep, before he hurt himself too badly. However, the dice had been cast long before he realised what was happening inside him, long before he could even think of making a move... and it takes a metaphorical slap in the face for him to grasp what he truly wants. (≈ 2700 words)

"His eyes upon your face

Tags: angst, implied smut, jealousy, love at first sight if you squint, mutual pining, fluff, feelings, lot of feelings, Secondo being a “miserable, wounded, and bitter old man”, Secondo being all dark and threatening, a bit of self-loathing on Secondo’s part, mostly Secondo’s POV (because I love getting in the head of our lovely Papas), Secondo behaves a little bit like a jerk, but this is a soft Secondo fic though, utilisation of the pronoun “her" just once, and feminine pet names like “cara” TW: Reader is a sex worker, jealousy

His hand upon your hand

His lips caress your skin

It's more than I can stand"

El Tango de Roxanne, Moulin Rouge

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. Your body was still carrying the remains of bliss. They were flying across your stomach like thousands of little butterflies. The firm embrace of his arm enveloped you, his breath mirroring yours in laboured harmony. His fingertips were gently grazing the soft skin of your back. And for a fleeting moment, the warm blanket of serenity surrounded you.

Your eyes were closed. Suddenly, you heard his phone ringing. You sighed as a dreadful feeling chased away the butterflies that had danced upon your skin. Your mind faded from the vibrant colours and dazzling lights that had adorned it just moments before. You already knew what was about to happen. He removed his arm from you, leaving you with an abyss of yearning and hollowness. He reached for his phone on the nightstand. You swore you heard him mutter out “Fuck” but you did not think too much of it.

“I must leave now, cara…”

There. He said it. The words you dreaded to hear. You turned your head to look at him as you felt your heart sink into your stomach. You barely had time to catch your breath yet, your legs and your back were still a bit sore even though he had been strangely gentle with you this time. Really gentle.

“Okay, Papa…”

Your response barely escaped your lips. This had become a disheartening routine, one that promised no respite. He rose from the bed and began to put his clothes back on, his gaze steadfastly avoiding yours. A painful lump formed in your throat as you watched him prepare to abandon you once more, the ache almost unbearable. You felt so foolish... For a fleeting second, you had allowed yourself to believe that tonight would be different. That night, he had been unusually tender, well as tender as Secondo could be but you could have sworn he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He had caressed your body with such devotion, he had moved over you with a careful and sensual pace, making you feel like you were in heaven. But maybe you had dreamt of his sweetness?

You are so delusional… you thought to yourself.

You remained naked, sprawled out on the bed, struggling against the urge to crumble, to plead for him to stay a little bit longer. Finally, he turned towards you, but his eyes did not meet yours. Leaning down, he placed a swift, fleeting kiss on your cheek.

“Until next time,” he said in a hushed tone

And with that, he walked towards the bedroom door and vanished. After a long while, you rose from the bed and made your way toward your vanity. Your reflection stared back at you. Your neck was adorned with smudged black paint and the faint imprints of his teeth. Tears welled up in your eyes. It was all you could have from him. Faint marks upon your skin.

Yes. You were delusional. There was never meant to be more between you two.

At first, Secondo thought it would be a one-time encounter. Although he secretly thought of you as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen when he first met you, he didn't expect the encounter to go beyond that one night. He was a regular client of the club, but he would never ask to spend the night with the same person more than once.

But then, he saw you, the newcomer, and was captivated by your beauty. He found you utterly fascinating as you danced under the vibrant lights. When your eyes met, he felt like he was falling, but he initially brushed off this new sensation. He eagerly requested your companionship. The night you shared together was nothing short of blissful. Your bodies intertwined, breaths harmonizing, your lips caressing his neck, delicate fingertips grazing his skin, your sweet moans in his ear… and the little conversation you two had had after that moment of passion.

He thought he would be satiated after that first night… but he quickly found himself plagued by an insatiable longing for you.

He knew it was not normal. Not normal for a man like him, at least.

He was fully aware that this yearning was not conducive to his otherwise harsh and unfeeling heart. Yet, he craved you like a drug addict.

And so, he returned, time and time again, each visit marked by the same fervent request for your presence. He broke all his habits and all the unspoken rules he had set for himself. He was unable to resist the irresistible allure that drew him back to you. He was the moth, you were the flame.

But after each encounter, he would leave swiftly. Either because he had a duty to attend or because he would find himself drowning in his own emotions, drowning in his own feelings. There would be a few rare moments or he would stay a little bit, but these moments would only make him fall deeper and harder. He wanted to stay longer, maybe forever. He wanted it so bad. But he knew it was not a good idea.

Despite knowing he was in too deep, despite trying to chase away his feelings by always leaving before the first murmurs of dawn, Secondo never thought of stopping to ask for you, he never thought of trying to get you off his mind in the arms of someone else.

This is ridiculous, he had thought, you are the Pope of the Satanic Church, for Lucifer’s sake, not a damn monk.

He was angry with himself when he realized that, but he did not take any action to change, despite the sinking fear of this unknown feeling. He did not want to drift away from you.... because you made him happy. He had been with many people in the past, and he had felt enjoyment in their embrace, he had felt pleasure in their arms but never happiness. With you, it was much different.

But the bliss of knowing you and touching you was a deep injury in the end. Because he would miss you when you were not there and it was torture. Because he did not understand what was happening to him and most of all, because, deep inside, Secondo knew it was never meant to be real between you two.

He was a client.

He knew this relationship was meant to remain purely physical. That much he was sure of, so him leaving promptly after your passionate encounters would not be an issue for you, would it?

Secondo also knew for a fact you had to see other people. It was your job, after all. He knew he was not the only one however he tried not to think too much about it.

Secondo knew that when he was not there to claim you for the night, you were with another.

Secondo knew that, despite being a powerful Satanic pope, it was just a client among others.

Secondo knew you must have encountered individuals more youthful, more handsome, less brooding, and less embittered than him. After all, you were a delightful and enchanting presence, a wonder in your own right.

All of this, Secondo knew... So why did his heart drop to the pit of his stomach? Why did he freeze like a deer in headlights? Why did he feel such a profound sense of shock, of betrayal, when he witnessed you dancing for another man? He knew of your interactions with other clients, but witnessing it firsthand felt much more different.

As the shock gradually receded, Secondo's blood began to boil. An awful ringing resonated in his ears.

How dare that man lay hands on you? You were his!

His heart drummed within his chest, each beat a resounding thud against the cage of his ribs, a forceful and unrelenting rhythm. The sight before him was nothing short of agonizing. It felt like a punch in the guts, like a slap across the face. The man lounged in his chair while you were dancing on his lap. The man was caressing your waist and your hips, his lips were grazing your shoulder. It was more than he could stand.

His mind was consumed by nothing but anger, an all-encompassing blaze that propelled him forward. With determined steps, he closed the distance between himself, you, and the man. Rational thought slipped away from his mind as he seized the chair and yanked it backwards, forcefully separating the man from you. You somehow managed to maintain your balance and you swiftly turned around to look at the commotion unfolding behind you. Your eyes widened as you beheld Secondo, his face etched with a scowl of anger, no... of pure and consuming rage. It was as though the blazing fire of hell raged within his mismatched eyes, only accentuated by the skull paint on his harsh visage.

"What the hell, man?!" the interloper spat out, his voice dripping with indignation.

He abruptly stood up and shifted his focus to Secondo, seemingly ready for confrontation. But then, he saw him—the towering, formidable figure with eyes like the devil himself, glaring at him as if prepared to tear him limb from limb.

"Hands off," Secondo growled, casting an icy gaze down at the man, his eyes showing nothing but disdain and disgust

The man, now clearly shaken, retreated several steps.

"I paid for a dance!" he stammered, attempting to defend himself. Though his voice quivered with fear, he continued, "I paid for my wh..."

Before the man could complete his sentence, Secondo seized his collar, hoisting him off the ground, leaving him incapable of saying anything more. He yearned to punish him for daring to speak of you in such a manner, for daring to call you his and for touching you.

“I said... Hands off," he murmured in a menacing, low tone that would have struck fear into anyone's heart. "And don't dare refer to her in that manner, or I'll ensure your head splits wide open. Leave now. If you have any issues, go cry about it to the boss. I'm quite certain he'll know whose side to favour."

With that, he tossed the man inside who did not dare to fight back, he just left, likely seething with anger and frustration but too terrified to confront Secondo further. The witnesses of the scene in the club quickly turned their gaze away when Secondo glared at them. Then he turned his gaze toward you. He was the terror in your eyes and his expression softened considerably.

“Cara…” he whispered, walking closer to you.

Gently, he enveloped your hands with his calloused one, bringing them to his painted lips for a tender kiss. You seemed to relax considerably. A sigh of relief escaped him as he observed that you did not seem angry or frustrated. In those beautiful eyes of yours, he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of relief. He no longer felt sadness or anger or jealousy, just relief and the bliss of finally being with you.

"Papa, I..." you began, but he gently silenced you.

"Hush, cara mia... That's enough for tonight," he whispered soothingly. "You're coming home with me."

With those words, he encircled you with his protective arm and guided you toward the exit of the club. You offered no resistance. Your shift was not finished but he knew your boss would not dare to say anything. As you both reached the waiting car, he opened the door for you, and you silently slipped inside. He followed, taking a seat beside you, and signalled to his driver to drive back to the Ministry.

During the journey to the Ministry, the place he had mentioned once or twice with you, he held you even closer. You nestled your head on his shoulder, clutching onto his black suit. With a soft hum, he tenderly kissed your temple. Upon reaching the Ministry, he helped you to get out of the car. Your eyes widened with wonder at the sight of the grand building. The corridor, the marble floors, and the stained glass inside left you even more awe-struck. You remained silent, and so did Secondo. He gently guided you to his own room, closing the door behind you before gesturing towards the queen-sized bed. His room was big, decorated with taste and luxury.

"Sit down, cara mia," he softly urged. "Make yourself at home."

Without saying a word, you complied, settling onto the bed, and began to undress. However, Secondo gently halted your actions, realizing that he might have conveyed the wrong message.

"No, cara... Not tonight," he whispered with gentleness. "I just wanted to talk to you and take c-"

He paused when he saw your eyes welling up with tears.

“I’m sorry, Papa!” you cried “Please don’t be mad at me… please, I did not want to upset you…”

Secondo immediately reached out for you and hugged you tightly.

"I'm not upset with you, cara," Secondo whispered tenderly against your hair, his embrace offering comfort and reassurance. "Not at all, I understand why you had to..."

He held you close, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. Even though he felt betrayed for a short moment, his rage was never directed toward you. He understood that your actions were not intended to cause harm. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of your body against his, taking in the scent of your hair. It was all it took for him to feel at peace again.

"But I... I couldn't bear to see him touch you," Secondo admitted, his voice laced with raw emotion. His grasp tightened slightly on your shoulders.

He sensed your reaction, feeling you stiffen within his arms as you withdrew from him slightly and met his gaze with a quivering voice.

"But... why?" you asked, your voice trembling, seeking an explanation for his intense reaction

Secondo gently cupped your cheeks in his hands. He took a deep breath. He knew it was now or never…

"Because I want you to be mine, cara. Only mine. I always want to be with you. I think about you all the time," Secondo confessed, his voice filled with longing and desire.

Leaning closer, he allowed his lips to linger on yours for a fleeting moment, a tender caress against your soft skin. Then he looked into your tearful eyes. It appeared that you found it hard to believe his words.

"But I thought that... I thought that you did not care for me..."

"I understand why you might have thought that," Secondo admitted, his voice tinged with both guilt and sadness. "I always cared about you deeply, but..."

He paused, wrestling with the emotions that had remained unspoken for too long. This moment, triggered by the events of tonight, compelled him to reveal his true feelings. After tonight, he knew he could not keep running away.

“I am an old, bitter man who can't even comprehend his own feelings," Secondo murmured as he tenderly caressed your cheeks. "I never expected any of this to happen. I didn't plan to fall in love with you, but it happened, and I didn't know how to deal with it."

Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly agape, but you remained speechless. A sense of dread clawed at his chest. There was no way you would feel the same, was there? He swallowed hard and continued, "I don't expect you to feel the same way but-"

But before he could finish his sentence, you silenced him with a passionate kiss. Secondo felt his heart pounding in his chest. He felt all the fear and all the doubt disappear. His hands quickly found their place on your waist.

He hummed softly against your lips. For once, touching you and feeling you was not a sweet torture, it was just pure, unaltered bliss. He felt lightheaded, lightheaded. Your lips were so soft, he already knew it but in that moment it felt like the wings of a fallen angel. You tasted like the finest of wine. He felt like he was getting high and drunk on your lips.

When you finally broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his, you whispered his name, "Secondo…”

Then you said “Every time you left, it felt like there was a hole in my soul and my heart," you confessed. "I thought you didn't care, that you only saw me as... a distraction."

"No, cara," Secondo replied gently, his voice filled with sincerity. "I was a fool. I thought my feelings would fade if I pushed them away, but they only grew stronger. Tonight, I felt like I was going to burst. I'm sorry, amore."

He tenderly kissed your forehead, his heart overwhelmed with the intensity of his love for you.

"Please be mine," Secondo whispered in your ear, his voice tinged with longing. "Mine, only mine... The idea of having to share you is killing me. I know you could probably have someone better than me, but..."

You gently placed a finger on his lips, your gaze locked onto his mismatched eyes. It was a side of him you had never seen before—so tender, so vulnerable. His voice carried a note of desperation.

"I will, I promise," you whispered with tender sincerity. "I'll be yours, only yours... There's no one better than you in my eyes. I always wanted to be with you, even when you weren't there... even when I was with other men. It was always you. And I promise I'll be yours and yours alone, yours to touch, yours to have."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Secondo wrapped his arms around you, holding you even closer, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He felt the softness of your skin beneath his lips, your sweet scent was like a drug to him. At that moment, you both knew it was real. It was not a dream.

Secondo understood that when morning would come, he would not leave. He would not leave ever.

#the band ghost #my fic #secondo ghost #secondo x reader #ghost bc #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Logs and Campfires

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

drabble: fluff, pining

summary: A day at the camp comes to an end with all of you gathered around the campfire, singing and chatting. When you refuse to go to bed, you fall asleep next to Arthur, who's the last one remaining after everybody else has gone to sleep.

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1200 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

Many had gathered around the campfire. There was no particular reason, just a another peaceful and warm day had passed at Horseshoe Overlook. Everyone squeezed together to make space for yet more people finishing a day's work and joining the group. Jack was dangling his little feet from Abigail's lap. His eyes already falling shut. Uncle was tried to talk Bill into leaving the only available chair to him, the rest had found a place on a log or bedroll.

You were happily seated on the floor, the log on which Arthur was seated next to you served as your back support. John and Hosea also shared the log with Arthur. The bickering between Arthur and John often made you giggle or role your eyes. This was why you had taken a seat on the ground. You were glad you didn't sit in the way of the occasional nasty looks or teasings they threw at each other. The chores today had been plenty and exhausting, but you tried to never skip a night spent together with the gang around the campfire, or you'd bitterly regret it when Karen fills you in on what you had missed the next day.

After Javier had played the guitar and Jack had fallen asleep to his singing, Abigail excused herself. The free place was immediately taken up by Tilly, who started to tell a funny story about her past. You simply listened, being too weary to come up with witty remarks or comments, even when Sean started to mock you for being boring and way too quiet. At some point, a blanket was thrown over you by Hosea. You got comfortable, tucking yourself in and listening to the conversation with closed eyes.

There were only a few around the fire now. Arthur hadn't moved an inch since he had taken his place next to you, lazily smoking a cigarette. You had realized way earlier in the evening that he was careful not to drop any ashes on you, contrary to John who you had to kick about three times after a small pile of hot ashes had been pretty much shoved into your face. But John had called it a night half an hour ago. It was only Arthur, Hosea, Charles, who hadn’t said anything in a while, and a snoring Uncle. You listened to one of Hosea's stories...you thought. You weren't really sure.

In your tired state, everything sounded monotonous. The voices of the men had become a random mix which you couldn’t make out any longer. You were long past the point where you actually understood what was being talked about. Though you tried hard to stay awake, you didn't have the energy to stand up and walk to bed, you wanted to be involved so badly. Charles wished everyone a good night, but you had dozed off and didn't even realize he'd said something. Hosea and Arthur both watched in amusement how your head wobbled around, before your whole body tipped to one side, only caught by Arthur's legs which had been there, and maybe had shuffled a bit closer, over the course of the evening.

Hosea looked at you, a tired smile on his old face. "I think I might call it a night too. Are you going to wake her?", Hosea asked, standing up and dusting his pants off. Arthur looked down to you, his back hunched and head resting on a hand that found support on his knee. "I'll just finish the cigarette", he mumbled, taking a small drag. Hosea nodded before he headed to his assigned sleeping space. The old man smiled yet again, coughing silently when he had changed to cozier clothes and had washed his face, and still saw Arthur’s silhouette next to yours.

Needless to say, Arthur finished his cigarette, but remained seated. He watched you for a few minutes, wondering, dreaming. Ever so often he'd sigh and scold himself in a whisper for staring at you. A creepy old bastard, he called himself. Not a speck better than old Uncle. And yet he couldn't resist. After he had averted his gaze, it would always find its way back to you. The way your breathing moved the blanket, the way the flickering fire made your skin shine. You looked so peaceful, so happy. His fingers slowly wandered closely to your head until he lightly touched one of your locks. It wasn't much different from a breeze caressing your hair. Again - Arthur sighed than scolded himself and retracted the hand.

He couldn't wake you up. Even if someone had offered him money, he still would have refused disturbing your sleep. Arthur sat up and looked around: the camp was asleep. He couldn't let you sleep here, it would be too uncomfortable. With a lot of stressing about it beforehand, Arthur shuffled around, took you into his arms and lifted you up, as carefully and slowly as he could. Not waking you was the ultimate goal, but he knew he had failed when, after walking a few steps, he heard you sighing loudly. Looking down at you, two tired, half-opened eyes stared back.

"I'm jus' gettin' you to bed, sweetheart", Arthur whispered.

He had never called you sweetheart before, and honestly, he hadn't had any intention of doing so. It had just slipped out, like it was the most natural thing to call you sweetheart. He blushed at the realization. Arthur hadn't wanted to call you sweetheart, because deep down, this is exactly what he wanted - but he didn't want to get his hopes up. But as ignorant as he could be, even he had noticed that over the last couple of weeks you had been unusually keen on being close to him. Always sitting next to him, offering a smile and greetings when he returned to camp or loading his plate extra full with a wink. Maybe this is why his facade had slowly started to crumble.

"Thank you", you mumbled back.

Arthur just caught the remains of a fading smile on your lips, before your eyes were shut again and your head peacefully rested against his chest. He laid you down on your bedroll as gently as he could, just in case you had dozed of entirely since opening your eyes. But there you were, shuffling on your bedroll, gripping the blanket that Arthur tried to fix. When he saw you well tucked in, he felt satisfied as well as...somewhat disappointed. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to watch you sleep, make sure you were safe and well. He wanted you in his arms again. If it were in any way acceptable to pick you up and carry you around again, he'd would do it. Or better: lie down next to you.

But of course he couldn't. It was delightful to see you so undistrubed, no features of worry or stress on your face. Arthur knew he would ruin it. Ruin you. Reflecting on his past relationships in dark nights like this always made him feel like the intruder; the one at fault when all went downhill. He couldn't let that happen to you.

"Arthur, I...", you started in a whisper. Your eyes closed; your limbs relaxed. You were more asleep than awake, yet you somehow managed to hook your fingers into his sleeve. This small gesture kept Arthur in place. It was a weight unimaginably heavy. With your finger hooked into his clothes, he couldn't stand up, couldn't be the one to break the contact. "Yes?", he asked with hitched breath. His intrusive thoughts were gone as if you had slapped him in the face and redirected his attention. The way you whispered his name had him on edge. He was expecting something. Something that never came because you were fast asleep already.

In a feeble attempt he whispered your name, but he knew you wouldn't answer. What was it you wanted to say? The little spark of hope in his heart flickered and fought. Maybe...just maybe...? But it's late now. He'd have to wait for an answer.

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I know this might need some re-working but I was honest with myself and knew I wouldn't do it so that's that. And I'm overthinking lol.

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr #rdr fanfiction

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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"I should go out," Tubbo says, still curled against Fit's shoulder right where he fell asleep. "See what's up on the island, check in with Bagi... Maybe I can get the avocado toast factory running again? Do you think Phil would like that?"

Fit looks at him, and nods, "you go have fun. I'll keep an eye on everyone."

"... Do you think they'll be okay?"

Fit looks at Pac, and Mike, and Philza, still unconscious over twenty hours after their escape. Still, he smiles his best smile, "they're tough fuckers, they'll be fine."

If Tubbo doesn't believe him then Fit cannot blame him. With so many islanders unaccounted for... When a nuke went off... It'd taken a good hour or so for them to realise there was a deeper level in the boat, where the people who hadn't been able to fight off the drugs on the final day had been tossed. They'd got them comfortable, but that was kinda all there was to be done.

When they arrived on the island the few conscious survivors had been moved. Most went to the Order medical ward, where Roier was left to watch them, and Bagi to watch Roier. There was limited space, however, and a lot of unconscious people - Tubbo had quietly offered up his factories, and taken Pac, Mike, and Philza there.

Fit wonders if maybe Philza, the only person both unconscious and injured, should not have been highest priority to remain at the medical ward. But... Tubbo had reasoned he would feel better among friends, and Fit didn't really want to be separated from any of them either.

Etoiles, the other person with serious injuries, had vanished to lick his own wounds. Fit suspects he knows where he is, but with others here declines to think it.

"Alright," Tubbo's voice is quieter than it should be. "I... I am going to have a good day. Check up on the factories and see if I can find where Quackity put Fred."

"Perfectly normal islander behaviour," Fit says it half as a joke, and half because it's not the worst way to cope in the universe. "I'll comm you if anything changes."

Tubbo nods, and gives him a wave, "stay safe old man! I'll be back this evening."

"Keep yourself safe, kid!" Fit calls back, even as Tubbo grabs his backpack, takes a deep breath, and jogs outside.

Which leaves Fit to look after his friends. There's nothing too urgent, Pac and Mike tucked into hastily made beds, while Philza is in a makeshift nest on the floor. With how bad the sprains are - Fit thinks some of the muscles might be fully torn through, but they don't have a surgeon to help so no point thinking on it - they daren't try fold Philza's wings. Instead he's tucked up on the floor with pillows keeping gravity from pulling the injured wings, tucked in blankets. Fit doesn't think Phil will mind, he knows he has similar in his house.

Philza is also the only person in the room actually injured, and so Fit starts with him. The bandages over Philza's back and wings are for compression, not bleeding, but Fit changes them anyway. He doesn't do a full preen, but he settles the worst of Philza's feathers into place as he works, and assesses his condition. The muscles across Philza's entire back are ruined, badly enough that his breathing suffers too. Exhaustion is writ in every line of his face, but Fit is sure that is true of everyone. Scrapes and bruises, as they all have... It just is as it is.

Once he's done Fit tucks him back under the blankets of the makeshift nest, keeping him warm no matter what the weather decides to do.

Pac and Mike are easier to care for, but no less distressing - wings always complicate things, for all they saved Philza and Tubbo's lives. Now back home everyone unconscious has been given IVs for fluids, and the group stumbled through working out how to properly use them - Roier was aware enough, at least, to insert all of the cannulas. Fit changes the bags and brushes their hair and begs for them to wake. It's been so, so long since Mike was truly with them, and Pac... Pac is often missing for a few days at a time, but Fit doesn't think he can live without him any more.

His rounds complete, Fit settles between them. He refuses to seperate Pac and Mike, so it's easy enough to know where to sit - Pac on his left, with Mike pressed close, and Philza on his right here he can watch the pained rise and fall of his chest. His feet itch and his hands twist, but there is nothing to do. Fit can only sit and watch and wait for the drugs to wear off, for whatever is in Mike's mind to be fought off, for Philza to sleep through his exhaustion and let his back heal enough that the pain can be lived with.

It's a waiting game, and Fit hates waiting, but if its for his friends he will do it willingly.

At some point Philza stirs. It's not full waking, but Fit manages to get him to drink a little water and take some painkillers before he passes out again. It lasts maybe a minute and a half at most before he shifts, gives a stifled scream at the agony of his back, and blacks out once more.

Fit keeps his fingers on Pac's pulse and on Philza's shoulder, and does his best to think about absolutely nothing at all.

Eventually Tubbo returns, and offers Fit the promised avocado toast. He listens to the update - Bad washing up is a relief, is hope for everyone who didn't make the boat, though the state of him is horrifying. Covered in blood, ruined memory... Fit doesn't know how to feel anything any more, not about the people outside of this room - and Ramon, his poor, beautiful baby boy, lost and trapped somewhere after they came so close to saving him.

They'll still get him back - they have to - but damn if it didn't hurt seeing his son be ripped away.

To be called dad by his perfect son for the first time, only to loose his boy.

"Your turn to sleep," Tubbo orders of Fit as he grabs some paperwork from his bag.

"You're the one whose done stuff today, I can stay up," Fit offers instead.

"I'm going to be doing this anyway, you might as well rest," Tubbo waves said papers about. "We don't have Cellbit and Bagi wants to wait for him to investigate, so I'm on clue duty for now."

"Good luck," it sounds a bit like hell to Fit, but keeping occupied can be good in this scenarios. He won't begrude the other man that. "Just remember to get some sleep yourself."

Tubbo flips him off. It's about what Fit expects - he carefully lets go of Philza to curl around Pac, entrusts Tubbo with himself and his loved ones, and permits sleep to take him.

He's going to need it come once someone reaches out from grief and finally decides on a plan.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #angst #major character injury #post-purgatory

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wozw4ld · 2 years

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Bendy X GN!Reader // Love of Ink // Drabble

Summary; Although you and Bendy were abandoned and strayed from each other, you managed to still come back together in one another's path

Tw; Past abandonment, Past mention of hurt, body scars, religious mention

You eyes felt heavy, you sighed as your chest no longer wheezed in pain, tiredness clung onto you from how much you'd been fighting for your own survival, although your brain told you there was no reason for it. You still did it, a part of you saying someone would reach out to finally appreciate your efforts or to help you rest from all your work. You did not know for how long you were feeding yourself this ideology but it was not going away anytime soon, you held the belief that Your dreams would come true, of inner peace, of rest.

And in a strange way, the world listened to you for once. Someone did find you, help you, yet it was someone you thought did not like you in the first place, or that you wished forgot about you (for your own safety because of the occurrences at the studio).

Yet he came when God would not

The ink demon himself

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You did not expect him to have a house inside of the studio (although that place was huge) , although a bit rocky and broken, parts of it being inside of walls or tainted by old and new inklings, scattered messes here and there (papers, cans of...bacon ink?) it seemed comfortable and good enough for the demon that was guiding you and holding your hand. It had a cold feel to it, yet oddly familiar that created some warmth within it, you looked over his hunched and sharp figure, he had seemed to build himself a broader body than last you saw him (or hid from him) and more human, yet he remained with his usual cartoon smile, tail and back spikes alongside his bowtie.

He opened a door (badly) hid as a wall, showing a room with a bed in the middle of it, some plushies in the middle of such bed, scattered papers on the floor, a broken shelf to the left with some items, and to the right a shattered mirror with some candles at the top of the table it stood in. Your eyes sparkled as you let go of his hand immediately and hopped onto the bed, groaning in pleasure at the coziness and softness the yellow bed held, you heard the demon chirp behind you, it's throat clicking, a high possibility of it indicating happiness or frustration, you turned your head slightly and stared at him, his eyes, although covered in ink seemed to be staring back, his throat clicking once more as he left the room.

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You had been living with him for a long time now, you had helped him on his messes and you'd explored further than you could ever imagine in this... Palace/Cathedral at this point, it was larger than you'd ever thought, it had technology you would never think the world would reach (Or perhaps you were too distanced from them your whole life, but you'd possibly never know) yet still locked in somehow. It was strange to think about, but you were never bored, always building something, encountering a new creature or place as you dug yourself into further nooks and crannies of the place, hell, you'd even learnt how to make your own living beings, although only small creatures (You called them blots ;] )

Bendy had built himself a more human-ish body, yet whenever angry, he became more big and larger, occasionally just using his thin and sharp body for quick intimidation of the cartoon rookies that made odd rituals. He had constructed an odd and friendly relationship with you, it slowly started to become something intimate.

You looked up at the demon, laying onto his purring chest, he had yet to fall asleep, although it should not be hard taking into consideration since he barely slept and scampered around too much. The soft blankets calmed him easily just like your hold (Over-all presence really, but he'd never admit it) he was constantly in inner disturbance so having you was nice, this place felt like hell for him, he was open about it with you, you whispered to him -- " I'll get us out of this place someday, I promise " - He stopped for a moment, before staring down at you, his voice raspy and deep, his grin bigger than usual

" We'll both reach the heavens one day inkling "

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Soft drabble I love heem heem whimper

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#batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy x reader #bendy the demon #my fics

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eeblouissant · 2 months

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Unorganized (angsty? Also unedited) Dorothy thoughts I wrote down on the train this morning :)

- Dorothy seemed much more passive before the divorce, & regardless I headcanon her being that way (until Stan effectively destroyed it). She was unhappy & then became very depressed through being married to him, I think she coped by disassociating whether she was aware of it or not. I don’t think Dorothy remembers a lot of her time with Stan (not her kids, Never her children. she’s separated Stan from them for a long time now) simply because she wasn’t there mentally - she chose not to be. We see (or, at least I do) a drastic shift in the way she behaves around Stanley even when she’s in a room with Blanche, Rose & Sophia. Some of the only people she feels like she doesn’t need to “disappear on” in order to tolerate. Her pessimism was a result of Stanley (specifically before & during the divorce, it was a painfully slow process.) & she uses it as a defence mechanism, or a safety blanket. I like to think that she wasn’t that way growing up, even the opposite.

- Dorothy is Very good at tuning out. If she doesn’t want to pay attention to you, she won’t. And you’ll never know the difference. (I saw a mutual mention her also just straight up taking out her hearing aid, so, she also definitely does that lmao– poor Rose gets the most of it)

- Anyone who’s spoken to Dorothy since the divorce, & knew her before it happened, especially before Stan – will tell you that she is Not how they remember her to be. And I think this is why so many of the people around her (besides the Obvious Reasons to hate him) have immediately taken to disliking Stan, the damage is so visible & absolutely undeniable that it would be impossible not to have something against him, no matter what role they might play in Dorothy’s life. Sophia would obviously harbour the most resentment, next to Dorothy. I don’t think Dorothy has been able to grasp just how badly Stan hurt her yet & I believe that is partly another choice she’s made. That &, she doesn’t remember much about who she was before anymore, anyway. It would just depress her to try & uncover.

- Side note on that last point, Blanche & Rose have definitely not believed Dorothy whenever she might have shown them old photos of her. Jaw drop moment for sure. & of course cursed Stan to all hell – I think Blanche would have gotten a little emotional. As much as she’d want to poke fun for a laugh I don’t think she’d have been able to bring herself to. She recognizes how tragic what happened to Dorothy is & was immediately. Not to say that Rose wouldn’t.

- I love love picking apart the ways Dorothy’s changed, the drastic change in how she chooses to dress (ignoring trends, & all that, just for a second) has always been interesting to me. We see a younger version of Dorothy in clothing that hugs her figure & creates an explicitly, traditionally, feminine silhouette. While after Stan dumps her, she’s begun leaning towards a style that could at times be considered more masculine. Especially in the new silhouette she’s created. This could for sure just be me reaching. I like to compare her to Rose, though, who still dresses in styles Very reminiscent of the 50s’. I’ve talked about Rose dressing the way she does because of Charlie before but I’ll address it here again, because Blanche is also very similar here. They never really changed because they never felt a need to, it’s obvious that Dorothy felt the need to do something. (brought on through insecurities, Stan, her own mental health, the list goes on. She needed to match the outside to the inside because she didn’t feel like that same passive person she was once. Imposter syndrome … question mark? Just a touch, perhaps.)

#the golden girls #headcanons #now that I’m thinking I also remembered someone headcanoning rose as autistic once and well. she’s now autistic to me #I’m autistic I get to make the rules and the rule is rose is autistic #dorothy zbornak #the brainrot is getting a bit too strong for my liking #this hyperfixation is severely undermining my studies rn #<- almost worse than my special interest #it’s rough out here

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lou-struck · 10 months

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Dead After Deadlines

Rensuke Kunigami x reader

~ You stayed up all night working to make a deadline and is in dire need of a little TLC.

Wc: 1.2k

a/n: as always, even without any spice whatsoever this little oneshot is a timeskip! I just wanted to add this because I just started writing for Blue Lock!

Life has been far too hectic as of late; all of your commitments seem to be taking control of your life, giving you little to no time to work on a very important work project until recently.

These past few days, you have written, revised, and had mental breakdowns aplenty on your thirty paged presentation.

Through your bedroom window, the moon sneaks across the blanket of the night sky, and your coffee from earlier has long since we’re not off. But stopping for any reason would completely throw you off your groove.

Your eyes hurt from staring at your laptop screen for so long, and your fingers feel as if they are about to fall off, but you have to finish.

You have never wanted to finish something so badly in your life.

Still typing away, your eyes scan over the last paragraphs murmuring the lines out loud, trying to find any spelling errors or mistakes in grammar. It may just be your sleep-deprived mind or your desire to finally put an end to this black-and-white printed nightmare that has consumed your life, but finally, finally.

Everything looks perfect.

Your overheated mouse pad barely reacts when you scroll your finger over it, turning your document into a file and then downloading said file, and uploading it to your online workspace.

With a deep sigh somewhere between exhaustion and victory, you press ‘submit file’ The screen buffers painstakingly slowly, the dotted circle spinning around, and around, and around until pixelated bursts of confetti fill the screen, and you smile victoriously, only looking a tad bit psychotic.

You’re free.

You close your laptop much harder than necessary and slide it under your bed.

The lamp is too far away to switch off, so you stretch awkwardly, not wanting to leave the comfortable dip you have made in your mattress from sitting in one spot for hours and unplug the cord from the wall. The room goes dark as the remaining light from the bulb fades away.

The soft sound of your bedroom fan lulls you to sleep with a gentle breeze.

Through the veil of sleep, you feel something repeatedly hitting your forehead. The impact is nowhere near hard enough to hurt you, but it’s rather annoying.

Your brow furrows, and your turn away from the sensation. Too tired to realize that it’s not something that is hitting you, it’s someone, and they are flicking.

“Hey, come on. Get up.” a low voice says; familiar footsteps stop around to the other side of your bed to flick at your forehead again.

You’d recognize that voice anywhere, grabbing your pillow and covering your head with it for protection, ignoring your boyfriend, Rensuki Kunigami, entirely.

“You really do sleep like the dead,” your boyfriend huffs and flicks you on your exposed neck instead, the sound hollow. It doesn’t sting, but you wanted to tease your boyfriend just a bit.

“Oww,” you whine dramatically, turning over to look at him. He looks slightly sweaty but satisfied that he has gotten you to wake up. You can tell that he already had his early morning soccer practice today due to the dark turf stains on his knees.

“Back to the land of the living?” he asks gently, smoothing the pad of his thumb over where he had flicked you earlier as his form of an ‘I’m sorry.’

“Barely,” you groan, sitting up, “What time is it? I stayed up

“Just before noon,” he says, simply sitting down on the edge of the mattress. The old springs squeak and dip underneath his massive muscled physique, but he does not notice. “Since you have been so busy with that project, I haven’t been able to see you lately.”

“I haven’t really seen anyone,” you chuckle dryly, thinking back to your days of isolation and nonstop work. “I’ve missed you; how was practice?

At the mention of the sport, his eyes light up. “Practice was fine; I had to spend longer in the ice bath after since I went too hard.”

“Why, did you hurt yourself?” you ask, giving him a once over.

“No, just sore. I promise.” he smiles. “Anyways, I wanted to take you to lunch, but you weren’t picking up. I got worried, and I let myself in.

“Lunch?” You can hardly believe that you slept that long. You must’ve been working harder than you thought.

He chuckles at your confusion and ruffles your fresh from the pillow hairstyle you had going for you, surprisingly making it look a bit better. “I’ll be having lunch; you might have to settle for a late, late breakfast.”

The Idea of a spontaneous date sounds great, but you still are exhausted for the last few weeks. “I feel like I could sleep forever,” you mutter, reaching out to grab his arm and pull him down with you, but his strong physique doesn’t budge, and neither do you.

“Hey, careful now; I’d hate to spill these.” he chuckles, using his strength to pull you to a sitting position.

You look at him a bit confused until he pulls a drink carrier out from behind his back with his other hand. “You brought me a coffee?” You beam as if you had just won the lottery.

“I know you just finished that project and would probably appreciate some caffeine.” He smiles, handing you one of the ice-cold beverages.

You take a sip and enjoy the rich taste on your tongue. He got it just the way you like it; part of you is tempted to just down the whole thing in one gulp, but then you wouldn’t have it anymore.

“I needed this; thank you,” you sigh lovingly at your boyfriend between heavenly sips. Already you feel yourself waking up.

“You’re welcome,” he says, still looking at you expectantly. His lips are upturned in a smile as he waits for his favorite three words.

“You’re my hero,” you murmur before taking another sip.

“You bet I am,” he practically cheers, scooping you out of bed. You have a death grip on your coffee cup and little compostable straw sipping as he carries you away from the mattress where you have both rested and worked.

Come to think of it, you have basically been cooped up in your room for days…oops.

Your stomach growls the way his does after a match and you look at him sheepishly. "So... About that food?"

“Don't worry, I'm hungry too." he laughs into your shoulder. "Get changed so I can take you to get some food. I wouldn’t be much of a hero to you if I let you go hungry.”

#kunigami rensuke #rensuke kunigami #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #Kunigami x reader #Rensuke kunigami x reader #x reader

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 2 years

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date night with the boys! (poly edition)

ok so, first things first they tried (key word being tried) to do a group date night, it did not work.

it was mayhem, it will never happen again.

Raph

Raph gets you first

ok, they tried so many different methods and going with the order in which they asked you out seems to work best

Raph is more than ok with this.

very big on going out with you

mainly to the rooftops, the way the city lights make your eyes glitter never gets old to him

he’ll bring a blanket and a flask of hot chocolate and you’ll sit up there for hours

poor baby gets insecure and always ends up saying “sorry” for the “boring” date

but you love every second of it

he also adores when you guys cook together

he’d never admit it but he likes seeing you give him orders

kinda gives him a little tingle down there

but he’d never tell you that

obviously

also, he is a gym bro at the end of the day

he;ll take you on training dates

do these often end with you on top of him after you’ve both laughed yourselves to tears?

yes. so?

that’s no one’s business.

Leo

so, surprise surprise, he’s big on romance

who would have guessed?

he’s old school, too

gets you flowers and chocolates and the whole shebang.

I’m talking candle light, rose petals, those things that blow out the essential oils and all that shit

also a big fan of coffee dates

he loves to check in with you

know how you’re feeling, what he could do better, if any of his brothers are stepping out of line and he needs to beat the shit outta them talk to them

the usual, y’know?

but he is a gentleman through and through

late night dates he has you home at the agreed upon time, he opens the door for you, he pays.

chivalry is not dead, it’s just in turtle form

obvs you are a little more forward than he is

sitting on his lap, trying to make out with him, being as seductive as you can

he never lets it show but it’s destroying him

he so badly wants to have you

but he holds back

self control master over here

Mikey

oh this sweet lad

can barely contain his excitement for your first real date

he waited so long as well

well.... 2 days but that’s an eternity in Mikey time

Mr. Physical affection has arrived

he’s a big fan of activities

no “just do whatever” or “wanna hang out?”

nope, he wants structure to what you’re doing and he wants it to be fun and fast paced

lots of game nights

you kick ass at dominos and dance dance revolution

so you made it more interesting

strip dance dance revolution

that ended with Mikey nearly twisting a testicle which was a sight to behold

he still says if you hadn’t intervened he would have done the move perfectly

you call bullshit

omg also competitions!!!

everything is a race or a contest

he “lets” you win

but really he’s just so distracted by how beautiful he finds you that he ends up losing.

Donnie

oh my sweet, soft boy

so this boy loves a good movie night

you both curled up, cuddled together on the couch

nothing could be better

fun fact, Donnie was so nervous on your first date together that you slept with him that night to get it out of the way and to get him to actually make eye contact with you

he can’t see you naked and then not look you in the eyes

no matter what you have planned, you always end up in some deep conversation

you wanted to go bowling?

end up talking about how folklore effected the black death

star gazing?

“what are clouds actually made of? Like how does any of that shit work?”

he always entertains your theories even when they are bullshit and based off nothing but the drunken hole you’ve dug yourself

philosophy comes up a lot as well

“Donnieeeeee?”

“Yes?”

“If the trolley thought experiment was real.... would you save me instead of 5 strangers?”

“In a heartbeat, my love”

he’s just the cutest.

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yourlocalwheeliebin · 1 year

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Driving Home to Bucky After A Long Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

TW: None

AN: Just a short but sweet one shot about our favorite boy. This has sat in my google docs for a ass time so I hope you all enjoy! Okay, mags out!

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It’s been a long day. Too long for it to only be a Wednesday. You're having to work late because one of your colleagues fucked up some paperwork after a mission that you now need to fix. Your boss is nice enough to ask if you need dinner orders but you tell them no and you'll eat when you get home. “Fucking Sara, how do you screw up a goddamn injury form this badly” you groan, filling out anther claim made by our colleague.

Finally, after around 3 hours past your usual shift, you're able to leave for Buck's. You look out the window and the rain has only gotten heavier on the cold November night. It’s pitch black out apart from city lights and cars that drove past. You shut down your computer, grab your coat and start to head out. In the lift, you message Bucky letting him know you're finally on the way home. It's almost 8pm.

You run to your car, holding your jacket over your head to not get too wet. You sit there for a few minutes to let out a deep sigh and release some stress that you'd been holding. Starting up your car, you turn on the heating and connect your phone up to the Bluetooth. Songs that remind you of Bucky start to play, a feeling of ease finally washes over you as you pull out of the parking lot.

Traffic in Brooklyn is brutal, the journey home taking far longer than you'd like it to. The lights of other cars slowly strained your tired eyes. The yells and noise of the city deafened by the music playing through the speaker. Your clothes and hair slowly dry as you drive, wondering how much longer the journey will take.

Pulling up to Bucky's apartment, you turn off the car and lie back on the seat for a second. Almost steadying the tiredness and stress from the day before you venture into the apartment complex. The area isn't the nicest but it's near where he grew up. A rough blue eyed boy from Brooklyn who deserved the world waiting for you to come home to him. Mentally cursing how many stairs you'll have to climb since the lift is out of order.

Entering the building, the dusty smell of the cold building is a stark contrast to the cold November air outside. The climb up the stairs felt like an eternity, the walls getting progressively dirtier as you climb each flight. Standing outside the door of Buck’s apartment at last, you slowly open the door to the dimly lit home.

Bucky's apartment wasn't much. He rented it when it was just himself living there, not taking into account meeting you or the fact he deserved more than just four dingy walls. Parts of you linger in each room, a daily reminder that you’re real and not just part of some sick dream. That you're really with him, not planning to leave any time soon.

From the toothbrush in the bathroom; to the extra blankets and cushions you bought for the living room so the leather of the beat up old sofa wouldn't stick to your skin after hours of watching TV together cuddled up. Fairy lights hung up in the bedroom and living room, a fond memory from when you put them up at Christmas the year before but never took them down since you thought they looked pretty. He couldn't help agreeing, saying they looked beautiful as he stared at you rather than the yellow lights decorating the walls.

The small kitchen held home to kitchenware that you bought once you found out he only had two pots and a frying pan for pancakes. A cheesy apron hung up on the edge of the door that had "Kiss the Cook'' on the front, a joke gift that a friend of yours bought you for your birthday.

Though the apartment was small and there was barely enough room to move in it, he wouldn't change it for the world. His room didn't have a door to separate it from the living room and sure, the heating didn't work half the time and don't get him started on the guy on the 2nd floor who flirts with you every time he runs into you....he wouldn't change it one bit of it meant a life without you.

Walking through the door, the smell of cinnamon, leather and dust washed over you. A warm welcoming smell that always felt like home to you. He always seemed to smell like old leather, pine and something sweet that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You took off your shoes and called out to Bucky as you put down your bag and jacket on the small side table that was next to the front door.

You looked around for Bucky as you walked in. The kitchen island was tidy for once and the wooden floor had been mopped. 'Must have cleaned while I was out' you thought as you walked towards the sofa in the middle of the living room. An old Friends rerun playing on the TV again.

Buck walks out from the bathroom in a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, looking freshly showered with his wet hair sticking to his forehead. He comes over with a smile on his face, eyes still the brightest blue you'd ever seen, and envelopes you in a hug. He asks how work was as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. You explain your day before quickly heading off to change out of your work attire.

After changing and finally feeling comfortable again, you walk into the living room. The main lights had been turned off, the fairy lights from Christmas were turning the room a warm and cosy yellow. Some candles were lit on the kitchen island and on the TV stand as some soft music played in the background. You laugh a little as you walk over to him. Sat on the sofa, Bucky smiles at you, knowing how hard today must have been.

"Long day?" He asked. "God, don’t get me started” Buck stood up from the sofa, making is way to the middle of the small living room and placed a hand on your lower back and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. “I would gladly have rather spent the day here”. Buck let out a small breathy laugh, “well you’re here now” he says, almost whispering as if was trying to convince himself you were real.

“How'd you do this all while I was getting changed? I was only in there for like 5 minutes, Buck". He takes your hands in his as Louis Armstrong starts to play through the speaker. "I may have planned this out a bit before you got home. Plus, food has been ordered. Got your favorite" He said with that same sweet smile he always gives you. Even though your tired, that damn Bucky Barnes Charm is irresistible.

“Wow look at you go, ordering food from your phone” He scoffs sarcastically. “Hey, I am perfectly capable ordering from the phone, it’s not rocket science” You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “I know, I’m only joking old man”.

He pulls you close and starts to sway to the music. The windows open slightly let in the light noise of rain and that ambiance of the city outside. It all adds to the small bubble the two of you had made in the apartment. The song changes to Can't Help Falling In Love With You as he places another kiss on your forehead.

"I love yah, Doll. You know that right?" You turn your head to face him. The swaying stops and his hands rest on your waist. His face, dimly lit by the fairy lights and candles. "I know, I love you too Buck. Always have, always will". The two of you go back to softly swaying to the music, wrapped in each others warmth. Feeling safe in the world for a moment.

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