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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX

A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol

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“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.

Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.

“Hello?” Mable answered.

“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.

“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.

Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.

“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”

“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.

“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.

A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.

“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.

“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.

“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.

“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.

“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.

“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!

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A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.

“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.

You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.

At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.

“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”

“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.

“Do you have a car?” You enquired.

“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.

“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.

“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.

“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.

“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.

Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.

Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.

“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.

“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.

•𖤐•

“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.

“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.

“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.

“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”

“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.

“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.

“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.

“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.

Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”

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You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.

The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.

“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.

“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”

Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.

You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.

“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.

“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.

“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.

Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.

“Too slow!” He laughed.

Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.

“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.

The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.

You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.

Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.

“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.

“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.

With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.

You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.

“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.

“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.

Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.

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You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.

You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.

You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.

You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.

“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.

Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.

“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.

“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”

“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”

You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.

“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”

“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.

“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.

“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.

“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.

“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.

You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.

“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.

“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.

“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.

“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.

“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.

Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!

“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.

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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.

You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.

You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-

“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.

“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.

The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.

“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.

“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.

“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.

For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!

“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.

“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.

Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.

“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.

Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.

After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.

“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.

“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.

“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.

In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.

You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.

The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.

“What are you doing??” Emily asked.

“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.

“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.

Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.

“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.

The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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The DUFF 15

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

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You sit down as you wait for your order to be called. The metal seat isn’t very comfortable, especially after hours in your office chair. You tuck your bag against the wall and stare out the window as Andy shrugs off his jacket.

He sits with the dark blue garment hung behind him, tugging at his tie but not loosening it. As you glance over, he flicks his fingers up to scratch the stubble along his neck. You rest your elbow on the table then drag it off. You don’t know what to do as the awkwardness of the situation settles in.

“So,” Andy breathes out as he claps his hands on his thighs. Is he nervous? No, why would he be nervous? You’re projecting. “Long weekend, you said?”

You smile, a click in your throat. “Um, yeah, I probably shouldn’t go into detail.”

“That bad?” He lifts a brow.

“Let’s just say next weekend, I’m going absolutely nowhere,” you sigh.

“Sounds like heaven. My wife, ex-wife, is coming back from vacation so she’ll be dropping off the kid,” he brings his hand up to the tabletop, rubbing his ring finger, as if searching for the missing gold, “not really a kid anymore. His teenage angst blows right in after him like a raincloud.”

“How old?” You wonder. You didn’t think Andy was that old, but you’re a bad judge of these things.

“Sixteen, for now. Can’t wait to leave for college next year. Honestly, I kind of feel the same,” he chuckles, “I probably sound like an ass when I say that.”

“I think you mean well,” you shrug, “you know, my dad wasn’t so nice about it.”

“No?” He furrows his brow.

“Uh, yeah, but let’s not get into all that. I’m starving and vulnerable,” you kid.

The bell rings and your number is called. Andy stops you from getting up and insists on grabbing the order himself. He comes back with a tray and doles out the tacos. You try not to be too eager and wait for him to fold one up first.

Your stomach growls in an echo of your mind. You’re thankful for the distraction of the meal, you’re not exactly a social maven. Further, he’s your boss and you’d hate to step on any lines, or over them.

You chow down on the grilled chicken chipotle. The spice is more than you expect and has you reaching for your Sprite. Andy hums in delight as you sip and glance out the window again. It’s dark out now. You’re going to be home late. Ugh, your whole routine is entirely lost.

“I was curious,” he begins between bites, “about this club you went to…”

“Uh, yeah, I dunno,” you say evasively, chewing your straw before stopping the anxious gesture. “It was my friend’s idea.”

“Ah, well, I’m trying to get back on the scene, you know? I tried a few dating apps and a bit too few man girls want to charge for just a chat…” he puts his hand up helplessly, “I’m out of touch, I think. In my day, you just met people face to face so I thought maybe, give it a try, but I don’t even know where to go.”

“Mmhmm,” you swallow, “well, I don’t think a club is really the place for that. It’s more so a hookup type place.”

“Hookup? Is that what happened?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, “maybe a book club? That might be somewhere to start.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t suggesting anything about you,” he backpedals, “I just… I don’t have much going on so I might be trying to fill that void vicariously.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” you wipe your fingers, “I don’t really date. Not seriously. Well, I mean, I haven’t been actively looking. With work and everything–” The door jingles as you ramble, “I barely have enough time for m–”

A figure steps up beside your table. His sole squeaks loudly and you look up, shocked to find Curtis glaring back at you. You’re struck dumb as you can only sit there.

“So this is it? You’re ignoring me for this guy?” He barks, “Bunny, you could’ve just told me you’re a slut–”

“Woah, woah,” Andy stands, “what’s going on? Let’s cool off–”

“No, fuck you!” He grabs Andy’s plate and throws the tacos in his face, “I know who the fuck you are. You got a habit of fucking your employees, Andrew?”

“Curtis,” you get up and grab his arm before he can grab your boss, “Curtis, we’re just having dinner–”

“I’ve been texting you,” Curtis snarls as he turns on you, “all day and I can’t get one reply. Don’t lie to me.”

He latches onto your arm and you cry out. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. Or how he even knew you were here. He’s crazy!

“Let go of her,” Andy slides his arm between you and Curtis, bringing his hand down against Curtis’ wrist, “calm down.”

“Calm down,” Curtis sneers as Andy inserts himself between you and rabid man, “mind your own fucking business.”

“You’re scaring her,” Andy puts his hand on Curtis’ chest and tries to ease him away, “so come on, cool off. Like she said, there’s nothing going on–”

Curtis keeps a hold of you as you’re pulled against Andy. You whimper as you're almost pinned against the table.

“Nothing going on?!” Andy jolts as Curtis lets you go, grabbing Andy’s collar instead, “she’s mine, you understand? You’re just some desperate old man–”

“Get your hands off of me,” Andy’s timbre drops dangerously, “before I make you.”

“Hey, hey,” an employee comes out from behind the counter, “no fighting. Get out now or we’ll call the police.”

Curtis huffs as you cower behind Andy. You can’t see him but you can feel his anger. Andy brushes against you as Curtis releases him. Your boss keeps you shielded behind him as Curtis lets out a snarl.

“Whatever, I was just about to fucking leave,” he stomps to the door as you hide, clinging mindlessly to Andy’s shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Andy apologises to the employee, “we weren’t trying to cause a scene. We’ll just clean up and go.”

The worker says nothing and disappears behind the counter. You see Curtis’ shadow stalk off outside the window. Andy turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Um, I think…” you’re voice quavers, “I don’t know.”

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callmerhynner · 1 month

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Worried? Why should I?

synopsis: Pushing down any emotion you've soon built, seeing the friend you have grown used to become ragged and constantly beaten up as if it were nothing sis not ease any worry. Bite your tongue, or bite the bullet?

tags: established friendship, tsundere reader(?), mild angst, reader projecting at mash

pairing: Mash Burnedead/Reader

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You've been friends with a beast with a creampuff addiction since he attended Easton Academy, friends would be a stretch in your opinion. You've known him for far longer, meeting him since before he enrolled, and better as you two practically grew up with each other. That doesn't mean friendships, though.

You just know him... to your misfortune.

Now here you are, walking up to his room with a tray of the only thing he ever thinks about. Creampuffs. Sometimes you think he's still that naive child you met in the woods, who are you kidding, he still is.

The only difference being...

"Creampuff, have you finished up your lessons yet?" you enter the room, and your eyes deadpanning as you catch him holding another broken door in his arms with the same dumb look he has on his face.

all his muscles never reached his brain.

"Oh, no, i haven't.." Mash says in a stoic yet guilty tone. "I was going to do them after I fixed this door, honest."

"Do you have to break down every door you come across?" You scold, placing the tray down on his bed and walking up to pull on his ear. He winces and apologizes as you kept bickering on about his indifference.

"Mama bear came for a visit, i see." You overhear the mushroom head's roommate say, making you let go of the boy's ear you were pinching. You just take a heavy sigh and had the two boys the food you had on the tray, you made too much during your free time for a small gathering the second years were holding and couldn't bare wasting any of the pastries.

"Finn, has Mash been a good roommate so far?" you ask, sparing a glance at the boy before looking at the smaller boy.

"Well...other than the doors and the fights he's been getting into..." as Finn kept thinking aloud, Mash sat next to you on the bed and ate a creampuff with guilt surrounding him. "and the that one time he--"

"Thank you, Finn. I'm sorry you have to deal with him so much, he's just...like that. " you bow your head in apology, gently shoving the ravenette's head down too. "If you have any more problems with him, please tell me. It is my duty as your upperclassman to keep my juniors in line."

"No no! Mash is a great friend, no worries! He's just... y'know, Mash." he jokes, biting into the pastries with a soft smile directed at you, saying his goodbyes and heading out of the doorless exit. You smile back and look over your shoulders. You could feel Mash staring at the back of your head, you turn to face him and tilt your head in question--him following your actions and tilting his head too.

"What is it?" You ask "The pastries no good?" he shakes his head, munching about and leaving you with no other answer. "Then tell me, you prick!" you scold with a comedic angry face as you pinched his cheek.

"I had a thought, is all." the ravenette responds, still as stoic as ever.

"That's a first for you, huh?" you reply, rolling your eyes but keeping yourself open for whatever nonsense he was gonna spew out now.

"Why are you so worried about me?" he asks with such serious air surrounding him, you could almost feel a laugh escape you.

"I wouldn't say worried. Just... concerned." you reply, waving him off but his eyes pressured a deeper answer from you. "Why're you suddenly do interested?"

"Why are you concerned about me?" he ignores your question and leans in closer to your personal bubble, eyes determined to get something out of you. "I thought you never considered me your friend until I joined this academy, you've been my friend since we met. Why now?"

'Did those bozos pull thoughts bigger than a creampuff in his head?'

You just reply with a sigh, nudging him to leave your personal bubble. "Maybe I wouldn't be so concerned about you, if--"

"ah!" the boy yelps in a voice almost so monotone it sounds sarcastic.

"--you weren't such an idiot!" you scold, pulling on his ear again. "You never learn unless you or someone else gets hurt!" you go on. "Do you know how much that worries me? Worries your pops?!"

"I don't mean to-- ack"

"You're being too selfish to realize hurting yourself is only hurting everyone else. Can you not see that?" you scold, your own emotions flooding as the boy helplessly submitted to your attempts of teaching him through maternal punishment. "It hurt me too, you dork."

"It's not like I can't take it."

"And what if you can't take it?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed with a triggering glint of anger in your eye. "You're always on about how you can take anything anybody throws at you, but what happens when you finally meet your match?"

"..."

"What happens if you lose?"

"I get back up."

"And what then?" the air is still, so are your movements. You'd rather choke yourself than admit it but you've gotten attached to the idiot with a death wish. "...It's your choice...who am i to tell you what to do?" you shrug. Pushing yourself off him, sighing, feigning indifference. Your only defense, at this point.

"If you keep fighting til you hurt yourself, go for it. But I won't be there to wait for you to get back on your feet." you look away from him, prefering to eye up the broken door instead. "I can't handle seeing you hurt all the time, even with how strong you are. I can only keep saying 'it's alright' until it isn't."

"I care about you." you admit, biting your tongue so hard it feels like it's bleeding. You hear him try to utter a word but you interject. "If you won't care about yourself as much as I do... I'll find something else to care about." you finish, lifting yourself off the bed and starting to head off, just as you were about to reach the doorframe's open space, you felt a harsh tug on your hand--landing you in the firm embrace of the mushroom head.

"What is it?" you huff, trying to lift his arms away from you but getting no result. You just give in with an aimless glare.

"I'll do better.."

The room sat still after that, Mash was a man determined to fulfill and push through each promise he makes. You've seen that come into effect many times, so you trusted his words. Didn't really help that you didn't trust everything else however.

He'll be just fine.

Will you?

#mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #mash x reader #x reader #x you #angst #mild angst #mashle burnedead #mashle x reader #tsundere

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Still in disbelief in how fast this blog is growing even tho I’m not as active on here as my main blog. I’m so grateful to everyone of you who follow and support me. I love you so much and thank you so much for 700+ followers we’re so close to 1k 🤍 I hope I continue to being this active on here (let’s pray)

𝖿𝖺𝗏 ⎯⎯ 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ♥︎ 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

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Ex-Husband!Simon takes you to the hospital after he saves you from your abusive partner

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He grits his teeth together and clenches the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as the words leave your mouth, explaining what happened to you all this time.

You make it to the hospital in under 10 minutes although he still maintained a safe speed and remained focused for your safety.

They admit you quickly and he stays by your side, holding your hand and cooing praises in your ear while they tend to your wounds and you squeeze his hand as you wince and whine out of pain.

“It’s ok, love. They're nearly done. You're doing so well.” he whispers against your temple on your uninjured side and softly kisses your skin.

They finish patching you up and tell you that you should stay for the night due to a mild concussion.

He sits on a chair by your bed while resting his head on the edge of the bed and holding your hand all throughout the night.

In the morning, he wakes up with a stiff neck, but the only thing that matters to him is that you’re safe.

“Where are we going?” you ask, still slightly dizzy and confused as he helps you get inside the car.

“You’re staying with me, dove.” he responds.

The car ride to his place is quiet as your mind is still foggy.

You softly take his hand in yours and place it on your thigh, needing to feel his touch in order to make sure he’s truly there and it’s not all just a dream.

He feels his breath hitch in his throat, trying so hard to keep his focus on the road.

“You really saved me, Si. Thank you.” you mumble as if in disbelief that he really showed up, your knight in shining armor.

You've been dreaming about him saving you for so long and now that it’s finally happened, it feels like a dream.

“ ‘course, love. What? You thought that I would leave you with that monster?” he retorts, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s just that... we haven’t even been talking for such a long time. I started to feel like you were so far away. Out of my reach. You know?” you respond in a soft voice.

It makes his heart crumble in his chest to hear you say that. He knows exactly how you felt all this time.

“Well I’m here now, luv. And I’m not going anywhere. As in... if you’ll have me of course.” he remarks, slightly shaking his head at himself, nearly spilling out all he wanted to tell you all this time.

But it’s not the right moment yet. You need time to heal first.

“Ok, Mr. Riley.” you say, a loving smile dancing on your lips as your beautiful face shines in the morning sunlight.

He nearly crashes the car as he turns to look at you.

The first smile you gave him since he saw you.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

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Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏 ...also, not an expert on tarot and astrology btw djsdhsj

Fortune favors the bold

- XXI The World (-> Earth/Ongsa) = accomplishment, seizing opportunities the universe presents, confidence in one's place in the world - XIX The Sun (-> Sun) = joy, positivity, enlightenment, light illuminating the truth - X Wheel of Fortune = destiny, soulmates, change, growth, the wheel turning in one's favor

ก็เหมือนกับโลกที่มันต้องมีแสงสว่างจากพระอาทิตย์ไง /gaaw meuuan gap lohk thee man dtawng mee saaeng sa waang jaak phra aa thit ngai/ -> โลก /lohk/ = Earth, the world -> แสงสว่าง /saaeng sa waang/ = (bright/brilliant) light

And that's what she's been doing all episode 🥺♥ Sun's brightness and warmth give her confidence!

ชอบสิ /chaawp si/

AAAAAAAAHHHHH this can be read as both 'They/That person does like you' and 'I do like you'

ถึงดวงอาทิตย์ของเรา จากโลกของเธอ /theung duaang aa thit khaawng rao, jaak lohk khaawng ter/

Sun's horoscope

How is Sun a Gemini, you may ask? It's me, I asked, so I went and researched it for everyone lol

In astrology, there's two ways to divide the ecliptic into the 12 signs - tropical and sidereal.

(source)

Western astrology generally follows the tropical zodiac which is based on the Northern hemisphere's seasonal cycle, lining up the equinoxes and solstices with the ecliptic. Vedic/Hindu astrology follows the sidereal zodiac which is based on the observable sky and thus accounts for the Earth's axial precession and the seemingly backwards movement of fixed stars over time, caused by the Earth's axial tilt of ✨ 23.5 degrees ✨

All of this to say- Sun is a Gemini in sidereal astrology!

First contact

Aylin's coming out of her shell!! I loved her this episode, trying to make friends, expressing herself more and being genuinely funny.

มนุษย์พี่นี่โคตรไร้สาระ /ma noot phi nee khoht rai saa ra/ เมื่อกี้น้องว่าไงนะ /meuua gee nong waa ngai na/

-> ไร้สาระ /rai saa ra/ = nonsensical, lacking meaning/substance, which got subbed as "That's bull." earlier in the same scene??, combined with โคตร /khoht/ here, which is an impolite colloquial intensifier, sounds like "You're full of crap, senior human." lmao

1) ฉันกับยัยเจริญพรจะคอยช่วยแกแล้วกัน /chan gap yai Charoenporn ja khaawy chuuay gae laaeo gan/ 2) เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/ = Yes.

2) Charoen's full first name is เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/: เจริญ /ja reern/ = to prosper, prosperous, to pray/chant; พร /phaawn/ = blessing, benediction เจริญพร /ja reern phaawn/ is a word used by Buddhist monks for 'yes'/assent/response, just like ครับ /khrap/ or ค่ะ /kha/ are used, for example. There's a whole set of vocabulary/register that's specifically used by and with monks and in the context of Buddhism. 1) Tin calls Charoen ยัยเจริญพร /yai Charoenporn/ several times this episode lmao - ยัย /yai/ stems from ยาย /yaai/ = grandma, and can be used in a friendly way to call a woman or derogatorily (kinda like 'hag', I guess?) It's all in the context but that can be said about a lot of things in Thai language djsdhsjh It's comparable to colloquial ไอ้ /ai/, a prefix for mostly male names, e.g. ไอ้ติณห์ Ai'Tin, to call someone in a friendly or- cursing way:

ไอ้มนุษย์บุลลี่ /ai ma noot bully/

Obligatory 1st person pronoun moments because there's only the two three*, she doesn't use any otherwise:

1) เรา /rao/, 2) calls herself alien again, 3) ข้า /khaa/, which sounds old timey *edited to add her fortune teller shtick

Quick translation of the preview texts

Well... I like [the roses?] That's nice You liking [?] makes me happy Thank you so much, Earth Earth, it'll be my birthday in a few days. If I asked you for one thing, would you give it to me? What is it? Can we meet?

#23.5 degrees #23.5 spoilers #thai gl #ongsasun #aylinluna #milklove #viewjune #milk pansa #love pattranite #view benyapa #june wanwimol #ford arun #earn preeyaphat #local woman harps on about linguistics #i've lost sight of this post's flow with how many times i rearranged and added stuff so if this reads as incoherent- welp.

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hii! can i request anything fluffy with sergio ramos? love your other ramos fic! :))

𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙮 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2k

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Today marks the two-year anniversary of your relationship with Sergio Ramos, and as a surprise, Ramos plans to take you to a carnival, which has long been on your bucket list.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoyed my other fic! I was so nervous posting that one haha. Im still getting use to writing 'fluff' so I hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[Translator Spanish is used]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

You are currently wearing a blindfold, listening to your favorite music loudly through headphones in the passenger seat of Ramos' car as he planned a surprise for your two-year anniversary. Even though your anxiousness is through the roof, you manage to keep it under control because you trust your boyfriend. You couldn't believe you agreed to this in the first place.

“Sergio Ramos Garcia te juro que si intentas matarme te mato primero

( I swear if you are trying to kill me I will kill you first),” you threaten while your favorite song continues to blare in your ears, of course, not expecting a response. Even though it had only been 20 minutes, it felt like an eternity before the car came to a complete stop. "Alright cariño (sweetheart), we are finally here," he says after removing the headphones from your ears. A shaky breath escapes from your mouth as your heartbeat becomes extremely rapid. Ramos notices how anxious you are and puts his palm on top of yours. " I am going to get out of the car so I can help you exit, then I will take off your blindfold,” he explains to you in hope it will ease your anxiety, “Sólo unos segundos más princesa (Just a few more seconds princess) .” You nod your head as you wait patiently in your seat. Ramos follows through on his word by exiting the vehicle and hurriedly approaching you to unlock the door. “Estoy aquí mi amor” (I'm right here my love).” He unbuckles your seat belt and assists you in getting out of the car. You are confused by the shouting that you can hear. “Okay, you can now remove them.” Sergio says as you swiftly pull the blindfold up to your forehead. Your eyes are widening as you take in the scene in front of you. You've always told Ramos that one of your lifelong dreams is to attend a carnival, and here you are, in front of one. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!" you squeal as you jump into his arms. He smiles while returning the hug. You ask him, seeing his attire, "Are you sure your shades and cap will conceal your identity well?” He is dressed simply, in a black Nike tracksuit, a cap, and sunglasses. It was the ideal temperature to comfortably wear a hoodie or a shirt, depending on your preference.

You don't mind his secret attire as you both decided long ago to keep your relationship a secret—as long as you are able of doing so. He takes your hand saying, "Don't worry about me right now; focus on the stuffed animal you want me to win for you.” He pokes your nose causing you to smile, “Let's go now that we've got some rides to check out.”

You didn't have to stand in long lines for tickets because Ramos had already purchased them. Furthermore, Ramos naturally purchased a quick pass for you two as well, ensuring that you did not stand in any lines at all. You are currently overcome with excitement and unsure of what to do as you stand in the Carnival. You start making suggestions as you scan the area, “Woah look how big that teddy bear is- I definitely want that one! Wait no, we should probably wait for prizes and go on rides instead. Should we go on the big ride first? Or go on the teacups first?”

You keep babbling, pointing at each thing you are describing as you glance around. Serigo is still staring at you while grinning warmly. He isn't listening to what you're saying because he is too busy swooning over how lovely you are. “Okay so what do you think?” You ask, tilting your head to face him. He's already looking at you, and even though you couldn't see his eyes, you could tell they were peering intently into yours, making you blush and look away fast. “Eres molesto, ¿lo sabías?(You are annoying, you know that?)” Ramos laughs, wrapping his arm around your neck, “Pero aún me quieres (You still love me though.)” He looks down at you and leans in for a small kiss. As you kiss him back, you smile against his lips. "Let's start with the teacups!" You say enthusiastically, taking his arm off your shoulder and interposing your fingers on his as you want to hold his hand instead. You then pull him over to the teacup ride. Shortly after arriving, you two are able to get on. You choose the tea cup you want and enter in together; he sits across from you as a flat wheel is in between you two. “Wait, so how exactly does this ride go?” He asks. "Basically, we turn this wheel and it makes the tea cup move around in a circle in one location," you explain, your smile never leaving your face. “But, as soon as the ride is turned on by the worker, the teacup's base spins in an enormous circle as we also move it. I'm not sure if I expressed that clearly enough," you laugh.

He smiles, “No no I think I get it.” He says, taking hold of the wheel and turning it. You try to assist him by putting your hands on the horizontally positioned wheel as well. You both feel as though you are both spinning in a circle together as the tea cup starts to swirl in circles. He chuckles as the two of you circle the same area. The ride operator starts the ride, and you two spin slowly on the larger turntable-like floor until the operator progressively increases the power. The next thing you know, you're screaming as you slam into Ramos' shoulder after sliding all the way towards him. He laughs as you try to return to your seat, but you keep slamming back into him since the force is too great for you to move. But, because he was seated on the edge, he was unable to squeeze you even though it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to grasp onto the wheel. Only you are able to crush him. At that very moment, only the two of you can be heard, with the air surrounding you filled with laughter and love. A few moments later, when the ride starts to slow down, you can move yourself back around the wheel to your previous position. Waiting for the cup to completely stop moving, you start to straighten your hair a little. "Wasn't that so much fun?" you exclaim while laughing. Ramos nods his head while studying your features, his smile never leaving his face. He couldn’t help but to think about how he genuinely loves you with all of his heart. You are so dear to him, and he hopes times like these could endure forever. The tea cup door unlocks when the carriage comes to a complete halt, allowing you two to get out. As soon as you both exit, you take his hand. "Next, roller coasters!" When you drag Ramos to the following ride, you yell.

He didn't object at all that you took him everywhere you wanted to go for the majority of the evening. "Whatever makes the princess happy," he would always respond. You two rode every roller coaster and even went back on the teacup rides. That was now Sergio's favorite ride, primarily because he continued attempting to fight the wind and stay seated, but he failed miserably, and this time you were the one getting crushed. You two are currently enjoying the sunset while riding the Ferris wheel. Cliche? Yes. But are you still ecstatic? Without a doubt. Ramos is sitting next to you, and you are gazing at the sunset while resting your head on his shoulder. The sky was tinted warm orange by the sun's slanting beams as it set. “Thank you for today, my love.” You say as you tilt your head to see Ramos smile at you. “You don't need to thank me for something you very much deserve. I love seeing you happy, and I am glad that I was able to fulfill one of your long term goals.” He gives you another kiss. “Now sit across from me so I can take a picture of your beautiful self.” You grin as you carefully cross to the opposite side and strike a few poses for the camera. You make a kissy face in the second photo after making a smile in the first. “Come sit beside me so we can have a few together too,” you say. He then stands and moves over to your side. The sunset behind you seems ethereal as he raises his phone so you two may take a selfie. As he takes the first photo, you kiss him, and then you both smile for the second one. You choose to strike a "silly" pose for the third shot by sticking out your tongue and creating the appearance of "bunny ears" behind his head with two fingers. As the photo is being shot, he turns his head and pushes his tongue out so that it touches yours, making you giggle. "Eres tan desagradable! (You are so nasty!)," you say jokingly while laughing. He says, "Sólo para ti (Just for you)," and you sarcastically roll your eyes. The ferris wheel starts to spin as you both glance down at his phone as he goes through the pictures. "Wait, these are really cute." “Of course they did, I took them.” “Oh hush.”

As the night draws to a close, the only thing left for him to do is to win you a stuffed animal. Not just any animal, the strawberry cow you mentioned pointing at earlier as you both entered the Carnival. Ramos smirks, seeing that the game required the softball to be placed into a tilted wooden bucket, saying, "This game is too easy.” While just one ball needs to be in to win the huge prize, Ramos pays $5 for three attempts. He teasingly says, "This one's for you," as he tosses the ball underhanded, expecting it to drop perfectly in the bucket. But, he misjudges the difficulty of the game because the ball has too much height, causing it to bounce out of the barrel rather than remain inside. Seeing the failure, you laugh. "Babe, I was joking; that wasn't for you. This is," he says, throwing again with a different motion, and the ball again flies out. You nod and smile, simply loving the entertainment you're watching right now. "You're doing great, honey!" He smiles at you before returning his attention to the game so he can try to win with his final ball. But he again misses. After spending $15 and making 9 unsuccessful efforts, you decide to try it yourself because you can tell he's becoming frustrated. Of course he pays for it and encourages you to do it. You forcefully underhand your first ball, which causes it to bounce away. "Good try cutie you can do it!," he cheers you on. While you consider how to execute the ideal toss, you softly bite your bottom lip and examine the bucket. You throw the ball into the bucket again, not believing it will stay there, but to your amazement, it does! As the worker asks which prize you'd want, you happily jump up, your smile spreading, and you point to the strawberry cow. "Excellent Job, babe! " Ramos exclaims as he raises his hand to give you a high five, “I am totally not jealous of you right now.”. As the employee brings you the large strawberry cow—the bear being larger than half of you—he laughs at the sight. You give the cow a joyful hug and start spinning around like you're dancing with it. But when you see Ramos pouting, you instantly stop and ask him what's wrong.

“Do you still love me even though I couldn't win you the stuffed animal?”

"Of course I do, buttttt-”, he smiles as you go on, “I feel really sleepy and my feet hurt… If you carry me back to the car, I will love you even more.” "Alright, then come here," Ramos responds.As the two of you proceed to a bench nearby, he takes the cow from you. Standing on the bench, you leap onto his back and encircle him with your arms and legs. He holds the cow against his side and arm so that he can support your legs. As he starts to leave the park, you kiss his cheek.

“Today was so much for today, it was definitely the best day ever.”

"Better than the day I asked you to be officially mine?" Ramos jokes.

“Today is literally the day you asked me out two years ago.” You laugh, shaking your head.“Hmmmmm….Well I guess you're sort of right.” You giggle, shaking your head and resting your head on his shoulder, your cheek against his shoulder. “Happy Anniversary handsome.” “Happy Anniversary to you too, mi corazón( my heart ).”

#sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos #sergio ramos x reader #female reader #x reader #Sergio ramos x y/n #ramos imagine #Ramos one shot #Sergio Ramos one shot #psg imagines #x you fluff #reader insert #footballer x reader #football imagine #football fanfic #soccer x reader #soccer imagine #soccer fanfiction

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Bold the facts: Yassah Orji, WELL YES!

thank ya 4 the tag my babes! @blackskorpi0n, @meoanii 🤎🤎

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / Moderate / poor / in poverty / N/A

✚ Medical: Fit (the queen been training lately) / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / Middle / working / other

✔ Education: Qualified (um hello degree in marine biology) / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Records: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / No / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ Extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / Organized (would never catch them slipping like..) / in between

♦ close minded / Open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / In between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / In between

♦ cautious / reckless / In between

♦ patient / Impatient / in between

♦ Outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ Leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / In between

♦ Optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / Modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / In between (if she shows up to a shoot she's sleeping on that couch until call time...)

♦ Cultured / uncultured / in between

♦ Loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / Unknown (I really... don't know)

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / Good (ask Darnell lmao) / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: Excellent (thanks to Afi & Sina well yes) / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / Moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / Good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / Special Occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / Never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: Never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: Never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

**☻ Unhealthy Food: never / Special Occasions (sometimes my sis gotta pig out from being a vegan like..) / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / Frequently (the closet flooded if you thirsty) / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: Never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[ BELIEFS ]

★Faith: monotheist / Polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / Don’t know / don’t care

✮Belief in an Afterlife: Yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯Belief in Reincarnation: Yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃Belief in Aliens: yes / no / Don’t know / don’t care

✧Religious: orthodox / Liberal / in between / not religious

❀Philosophical: Yes / no / somewhat

[ FAMILY ]

◒Children: had a child or children / Has no children (doesn't want either like..) / wants children

◑Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / Has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / Raised by birth parents (literally their rainbow baby.. like they don't play about their child) / not applicable

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / Pansexual / demisexual for serious relationships

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / Sex favorable / naive and clueless

**♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / Romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: Adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / All

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / Female / agender / other / none / All

Loved this game!

rules: Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

I'm tagging...... hm anyone who wants to do this & @simsadilla 4 Odalis or like anyone of your choiceee <3

#oc game #oc: yassah #tag game #🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

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🍣 • Qual é a sua comida favorita?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ Jocherry

⌕ capa teste para futura doação em @shokollis

⌕ capa Clean divertida

⌕ fanarts de Joe & Cherry Blossom por @pochiikou • Fanarts utilizadas 🥦 & 🍒 ✦ comidinhas por @Saskarastd • ♥︎ • Thank you very much for allowing me to use your beautiful fanarts 🫶🏾

⌕ Essa foi uma das capas mais estressantes que eu já fiz. Eu não esperava que na de testar os meus novos pincéis eu acabaria fazendo ela. A capa em si, acabou saindo como um vídeo já que eu a fiz diretamente pelo Ibis Paint (na opção de fazer "animações" ) , aí eu tive que fazer o vídeo virar Gif usando o Gif maker, depois tive que redimensionar pelo Iloveimg pq eu não sei como que ele saiu da dimensão de 600×400, então acabou ficando com essa qualidade duvidosa. O título eu não dei muita importância já que quando posta a Fanfic o título da mesma vem logo acima da capa então...

#capa social spirit #designer #spirit fanfics #shokollisna #social spirit #capa clean #art #capa divertida #capa gif #sk8 fanart #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter III

Song recommendation for this series!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter IV

A/N: so I made this edit of Copia and now it’s my phone wallpaper 🥰🖤

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

Finally arriving in town, the ghoul parked along the main strip, right in front of the market. Before heading inside, you bent down to the driver’s side window and promised to get him a box of white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies, because you remembered them to be his favourite, and you couldn’t help but smile when the ghoul nodded excitedly and thanked you. He was always such a sweetheart to you.

You and your group walked in, with the other sisters inconsiderately pushing past Copia to get through the door first. You hung back, matching the Cardinal’s pace and walking with him instead of your friends, smiling endearingly as you watched him grab a shopping cart. There was just something so pitiful about the image of Copia pushing a shopping cart; it was delicious.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your name being called by Ava. “Are you coming??” She asked, all the sisters turning to you.

You only bit your lip, coming to stand beside Copia and softly placing a hand on his back. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way he tensed up at your touch, as if he was so taken aback by the fact that you weren’t so repelled and annoyed by him like everyone else seemed to be.

“I’m gonna stick with Cardinal, you guys go ahead!” You replied with a smile, observing the way Copia looked at you in surprise. Poor thing, he always seemed so genuinely shocked at your kindness. At the fact that he was your choice. He didn’t seem like he was used to being anyone’s first choice, but you were determined to change that.

“For real? Suit yourself, I guess..” Ava shrugged, giving you a strange look at your decision.

“Have fun. If it’s possible.” Emily scoffed, before whispering something to Lilith and making her erupt with laughter. As they walked away, the sisters all muttered to each other while casting judgemental glances back at Copia, who only stared down timidly, shoulders slightly slumped.

“Ehm.. Sorella.. Y-You can go with your amici if you want, si? I will be okay on my own.” He spoke quietly, turning to look at you. Poor thing, he looked so gentle with those wide mismatched puppy dog eyes.

You stepped a bit closer to him, your hand sweeping up and down his back before coming to interlock your arm with his.

“I’d actually like to stay with you, Cardinal. If that’s alright?” Your voice was silky soft and sweet as honey as your gaze flicked down to his lips and back up again.

“O-of course.” He responded, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a little smile.

So the two of you strolled down the aisles, Copia pushing the cart while you held onto his arm, occasionally grabbing some things you wanted.

“Sister Imperator gave me this list, but she said we can pick out stuff that we want.” You told Copia as you strolled down the baking aisle.

“Oh! Perfetto.” He seemed to perk up at that, and you watched in confusion while he placed several cans of evaporated milk into the cart.

“Do you… bake a lot, Cardinal?” You enquired quizzically.

“Eh? Oh! Heh heh, no… This makes a very good drink, no? Il mio preferito.” He replied, holding up a can proudly before placing it into the cart.

“You-… You just drink evaporated milk right out of the can?” You asked with a giggle, to which Copia nodded matter-of-factly.

“You’re a bit strange, Cardinal.” You remarked. His gaze met the floor for only a second before you leaned in in in, your fingertips skimming across his shoulder, smoothing the fabric of his pellegrina. “I like that.” You added with a little smirk, voice quiet with a hint of sultriness that had Copia swallowing nervously.

“You.. Eh.. You will want to try some then?” He stuttered.

“Sure, I’d love to taste your cream.” You agreed simply, unable to help yourself from making the naughty innuendo. The Cardinal’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing a furiously deep shade of red.

Satan below, he felt like such a creep. You were just a young little thing, you obviously didn’t mean anything by that. Surely he was just going crazy, reading far too much into a beautiful Sister being nice to him.

But then you were leaning into him more, closing the space between the both of you. Copia gasped audibly as your body pressed up against his, eyes fluttering closed as he was overwhelmed with the realization of how touch-starved he actually was. However, you pulled away suddenly, and upon opening his eyes, Copia saw that you had just reached for the shelf behind him to grab a bag of marshmallows and place them into the cart. He exhaled shakily, straightening his biretta and feeling silly to think that you would be doing anything more, especially with him of all people.

“Sorry.” You apologized sweetly, biting your lower lip to hold back the wicked grin that wanted to spread across your face.

You knew it was cruel, but Satanas, you just couldn’t help it. The Cardinal was so easily flustered, and you were enjoying playing with your food before devouring it.

The two of you continued shopping, making light conversation and continuing to steal glances at one another. You found that you loved observing this odd little man; his mannerisms, his movements, the expressions that crossed his features. He was such a soft, gentle, and timid man; hardworking and humble. Lucifer, the more you watched him the more you craved him; you could just have just fucked him right then and there, in the cracker aisle of the grocery store.

You licked your lips, wondering how he would react, if you begged for his cock. You’d find out soon enough.

•𖤐•

A little while later, after getting everything you needed, the other sisters met up with you and Copia once more.

“Ew, don’t hold onto his arm like that, people will think you’re dating or something!” Sister Lilith whisper-yelled to you.

“Would that be so bad?” You countered back quietly, only standing closer to the Cardinal. Thankfully he didn’t hear, too busy putting some apples and oranges into the cart.

After paying with the ministry credit card and putting the groceries into the car, you presented the ghoul with his promised box of cookies, giggling when he happily nuzzled his mask against your hand in thanks.

“We’ll be out soon, alright? We just have to get the supplies now.” You assured him, scratching under his chin and making him growl out a little purr. You really did love the ghouls; finding that some acted more like dogs, wanting to tackle you and lick your face, whereas others acted like cats, slinking around and rubbing against you affectionately.

You all headed into the quaint little store next door to get the supplies that Sister Imperator requested, and upon looking around, you saw lots of candles but not any in the colour that you needed.

“You guys get the incense, Cardinal and I will look for the candles.” You suggested, taking Copia’s gloved hand in your own before anyone could protest, pulling him further into the shop where the register was, leaving the group of sisters rolling their eyes as they watched the two of you.

The man blushed as you grabbed his hand, letting you lead him around until you got to the counter.

“Hi, um…” You greeted the woman at the counter. “We were looking for some candles, but you don’t have any black ones?” You asked.

“Oh, we usually just keep those in the back. Only for the people who specifically request them.” The woman- Marjorie, as her name tag read- clarified. “Which, in this town, only happens to be you people.” She added, obviously recognizing you to be from the ministry.

She shuffled off to the back room, and you hadn’t even noticed that Copia left your side to peruse the store when suddenly-

“Get the fuck out of my way, Satanic freak.” A voice spat, followed by a loud clang. You spun around, seeing a man having roughly shoved Copia aside and right into a shelf, several things falling off it but thankfully not breaking.

Used to being mistreated, Copia was quick to begin stammering out an apology, but the man just kept going.

“Maybe I should fuck up your other eye too, huh?” He laughed, taking a step towards the Cardinal, but you wouldn’t stand for that.

“Hey!” You shouted, fists clenched as you marched right up to the two of them, pushing past Copia and confronting the man, who looked quite shocked.

“Oh, is your little girlfriend coming to save you now? Or, wait- maybe she’s your daughter, old man?” He sneered, and you took a breath, fighting the urge to grab the nearest candelabra and bash his head in.

“No, you had it right the first time.” You coolly responded, looking casual as ever.

Copia’s eyes widened at your implication, cheeks flushing as you stood up for him. No one had ever done anything like this before, no one had ever cared enough to defend him.

“You know, it wouldn’t do you well to cross people from our church. It always seems like people who do end up in rather… unfortunate circumstances.” You hummed, pressing a finger to your chin in mock thought. Before the man could reply, you held up your other hand, blowing some dust onto him from your palm.

“What the fuck was that?” He looked surprised, and you smirked triumphantly when fear flashed in his eyes.

“Why don’t you run home? Before I worsen this hex into a curse.” You whispered, aggression boiling just below the calm surface, your eyes boring into the man’s very soul before he stumbled backwards and ran out the door.

Once he was gone, you immediately turned your attention to your poor Copia, who was starting to pick up the little trinkets that had fallen when he was shoved.

“Oh, Cardinal, are you alright?” You fretted, your hands finding his shoulders before you brought him in for a hug, your arms wrapping around him in a warm embrace.

He was silent, taken aback by your open affection and worry for him. You pulled away just enough to worriedly look into his eyes.

“I.. I am okay, Sorella.” He reassured you, wringing his hands in front of him, gaze flicking down before meeting yours once more. “Ehm.. What sort of hex did you put on him?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion, but you only shook your head with a smile.

“I didn’t. I just took a handful of sand from that little zen garden over there.” You giggled, pointing to one of the shelves.

Copia looked at you in disbelief, but couldn’t help but crack a little smile at that. “That was very clever of you, Sorella.” He remarked quietly.

“Did you see how scared he looked when he ran away? He’s probably pissing himself!” You snickered, taking the Cardinal’s arm and making your way back to the counter, where Marjorie was now returning with a few boxes full of black candles.

“You, eh.. you really showed him, eh?” Copia smiled a bit wider, somewhat sheepish over the fact that he was actually getting the opportunity to laugh at someone else. Usually, he was always the subject of other people’s jokes, always the one getting laughed at or made fun of.

•𖤐•

After meeting back up with the other sisters and checking everything off on the list, you all exited the shop and put everything in the trunk before getting in the car, assuming your previous positions. Copia swallowed nervously, leaning back so as to allow you to sit on his lap comfortably. You felt wicked for doing it, but you may have wiggled around just a little bit more than necessary; the Cardinal’s strained little huffs like music to your ears.

You continued to shift on his lap, turning one way to talk to Sister Ava, leaning forward to talk to Sister Mable in the front passenger seat, then turning to your right to look out the window. Let’s be real here, you were moving every which way just to torture the man. He tried so desperately to be subtle, the poor thing, sucking in a breath with every cruel shift of your hips; and you couldn’t help but feel your panties dampen significantly when you noticed the way Copia’s hard cock was already straining right against your ass.

Biting your lip, you feigned sliding off him just so you could wiggle back up his lap, the slit of your habit riding up impossibly higher and giving him an eyeful.

The ghoul was driving at a pretty good speed, so the centrifugal force of some turns had your back pressing into the Cardinal’s chest, and you could feel his heart beating wildly as your luscious hair tickled his face.

You hid a grin as you recognized the bumpy road coming up ahead, getting ready for the real fun to start.

You couldn’t help but let out little squeaks as you rapidly bounced up and down, using the movements to your advantage until Copia was stifling moans, his arms tightening around your waist considerably. And- Lucifer, was he slightly thrusting up into you? The poor thing probably couldn’t help himself, too overwhelmed by the feeling of your perfect ass grinding into him so deliciously. Fuck, he was just so big and hard, you could practically feel his heavy cock throbbing through his cassock. It made your mouth water, made you crave it down your throat. You were holding back moans just from the thought.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, completely unaware of what was transpiring between you and the Cardinal. Satan only knows what they’d say if they caught on.

Poor Copia held off as much as he could, biting his lip so hard he thought it would bleed. He desperately fought for some semblance of control, not wanting you to think of him as a creep for popping a stiffy like this.

Alarm sirens were going off in his head, feeling ample amounts of precum leaking out of his sensitive cock as you bounced and squirmed and shifted even more. He tried so hard not to rut against you, catching himself whenever his hips began to subconsciously move.

But suddenly, your hand was bracing itself on his upper thigh again and your maddening touch was just too much to handle. Copia’s arms squeezed around your waist, one of his gloved hands even coming to rest on your bare thigh, desperately trying to grasp at something, anything. But he couldn’t hold on any longer, he tried so hard but goddamn it felt so good, so fucking good- he just couldn’t help it, he really didn’t mean to, but then he was shuddering slightly and his eyes were rolling back and he-

Your eyes widened as a soft gasp left you, feeling the Cardinal’s cock twitch against you, and suddenly a burst of something warm and wet. Did he… Did he just cum?

The thought drove you absolutely wild, and you continued to discreetly grind on him so he could ride out his accidental orgasm, the most pitiful little stifled whimpers tumbling from his flushed lips.

Your tongue swiped across your lower lip, wishing you could lick up the sticky mess in his pants while he moaned from the sensitivity.

Copia let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against the headrest as his chest heaved. You turned sideways on his lap, then, your hand finding purchase on his shoulder with the excuse of gazing out the back window, your cheek ever so slightly brushing up against his temple. You were a good girl for the rest of the ride, the car having had pulled off the bumpy road anyway, so it would be smooth sailing until you got back to the abbey.

•𖤐•

Finally arriving home, the sisters hopped out of the car, followed by you and Copia. You peeled yourself off of the man, offering your hand to him to help him out of the car. Satan knows he’d need it after what you just put him through.

He accepted it gratefully, still blushing red as a cherry with shame, the creases on his forehead more apparent because of his worried and guilty expression. He felt like he had somehow taken advantage of you.

Popping the trunk, you all began grabbing some of the paper grocery bags before heading up the grand front steps and into the abbey.

You and the other sisters were lagging a bit behind Copia in the corridor because you were discussing who would bring Sister Imperator the items she requested, but suddenly all the attention was pulled to the man in front of you. The bottom of his grocery bag had given way, all of the contents falling to the floor and causing Copia to mutter something in Italian under his breath.

Mable, Ava, Lilith, and Emily immediately started laughing at him, and even you couldn’t help but crack an amused smile at the scene. Satan, this man really was pathetic, wasn’t he? It only made you want to suck his cock harder.

Copia stooped down, hastily gathering his things in his arms, embarrassed and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, especially you. He finally got everything, quickly standing up and hoping everyone would forget about that. After all, it wasn’t his fault that the grocery bag broke. But then he was accidentally stepping on that one lone orange that he failed to get, floundering for a second before slipping and falling right on his ass, all of his things scattered on the floor once again.

“Look at Cardinal Clumsy over here!” Lilith wheezed, the sisters nearly in tears as they erupted into cackles once more, all elbowing each other.

Copia closed his eyes, cheeks burning red hot, desperately willing himself to disappear. Why was he always such a fool? It was utterly humiliating, especially in front of you, the most beautiful sister. Of course, your friends were only adding fuel to the fire as they cracked jokes about him; Hell, you were probably laughing at his stupidity too.

But when his beautifully odd eyes fluttered open again, all Copia saw was you- now alone with him in the corridor- setting your bags down and sauntering towards him. Yes, there was an amused smile on your face, but it wasn’t the least bit snide. You weren’t jeering at him like the other girls were; instead you had something akin to admiration sparkling in your pretty eyes.

You offered him your hand- oh your dainty little hand- but when he took it, you hauled him up with a little too much force. Your back gently hit the wall, Copia being pulled into you. Flustered from the close proximity, he froze, the tips of your noses just centimetres apart.

“Are you alright, Cardinal Clumsy?” You enquired playfully, smirking at him with mischief dancing in your eyes. That name sent a pang of hurt through him when Sister Lilith had said it just then, and he had regrettably been called that many times before by many people. But for some reason, it didn’t hurt in the very slightest when it came from your lips. It made him blush, it made him feel embarrassed that you had witnessed his idiocy, but he didn’t feel any judgement coming from you. It was refreshing, since it seemed as though that’s all he ever got from anyone else.

“Si, I… I am okay, Sorella.” Copia nodded, voice timid. “B-better now.” He dared to add, but cursed the way he nervously stuttered. His gaze flitted down momentarily, suddenly realizing the way his body was accidentally pressed against yours.

“I’ll help you pick everything up, okay?” You reassured your Cardinal, tilting his chin up with your finger. Nervously licking his lips, he gave you a quick little nod, wide eyes staring into yours like a deer in the headlights. You side-stepped him, being sure to rub up against the man even more before bending over to begin picking up some cans of evaporated milk.

He felt horrible, he really did, but he just couldn’t help the way his eyes locked onto your ass. This habit was tighter and of a thinner material than the standard one, and with you bending over like this, hardly anything was left to the imagination.

A naughty smirk tugged at your lips, fully knowing what you were doing to your poor Cardinal.

After all, good girls bend at the knee, but bad girls bend at the waist.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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