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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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*slams fist and face and face and other fist into my bedroom wall* huhhhgnnshghhh…. HUYGGGGHHSNNNBGGGGG…. UR CAFE AU UR CAFE AYEWWWWWW!!!!!!!

what if… what reader was a little tease you know… they have such a sweet bunny baby wanting their attention all the time!! i really want to open my arms and motion for clyde to run into them and hug me but at the last moment i close them/step aside!! ohhh the look on his face would be so dejected… :3c but that’s so cute!! i’ll kiss him and hold him lots to make him feel better after!!

"Spot! Come here, boy!"

Clyde's ear twitches at your call; heart gushing at the sight of your outstretched arms. The only home more sound that his own. The start to his day had been lackluster to say the least, but seeing you was an insant mood change. He looks around, wondering if you're actually referring to him, but the reverberations of his nickname confirm the theory as just.

He shoves his coat off faster than usual, tossing it in the general direction of the rack as he hurries to your beck. He starts off slow, but as he passes the waiting booth he's near sprint, your fellow coworkers aware of his reservation and loyalty to you. Your warm smile soothes his aching soul; tarnished spirit unaware of the sinster plan hidden behind it. For now, and possibly ever- it would remain his only source of joy. The comfort from a cruel world only known in your sweet embrace. It's all he needed after a hard day-

But something he could not have.

Your smile grows wider. Clyde is left puzzled- till he nearly trips over his own feet as you step aside. You pet the rabbit's head as dejection stamps into his chest.

"Good morning!~"

Clyde's breathing becomes quicker. Not even the sound of your sweet laughter can fight the pain clawing up his neck. He leaves it out in a hyperventilating gasp; clutching his palms to his heart. It hurts so much-Why?

Deep down he knows it's just a joke, but the playful rejection is the same as tossing him out on the streets in his eyes. Casting him from the only love he's known in current times. What did he do do deserve this feeling? Did he do something wrong? He sees all the other customers of the cafe and remembers your attention is fleeting. Every second he's not here, you're catering to someone else. His comfort. His warmth. Their prize to steal. He tries to swallow the fear, but the hot saltwater pouring down his cheeks steals his motor functions away. He sobs.

"Spot?"

Your words don't reach him at first. Shaking him gently does nothing. It's when you pull him into your arms that he begins to wail. Clutching onto your uniform and burying his face so deep in your chest it was like he was trying to break directly through to your heart.

"Master- please don't do that again! Please don't leave me! I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say! Just..just.. please never do that to me.."

#Why you gotta do the bunny so dirty smh. this borderline animal cruelty #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #soft yandere #yandere angst #yandere hybrid #Cafe tag #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n

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ghostussy · 1 year

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Secondo x Teen, Sleepless reader (Platonic)

Cuddles with the old man

. . .

“You’re up late.” Secondo didn’t look up from the TV as you entered the common room.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you say matter-of-factly. You move to stand next to the couch he’s lying on, eyeing the screen in front of you. “What are you watching so late at night? Don’t you have an early bedtime?”

“Don’t you have a bedtime? I’m an adult,” he retorts, “and I’m watching some nature documentary.”

“You would enjoy a nature documentary.” There was a teasing tone to your voice.

“Now, just what in the hell do you mean by that?!” He moved to sit up, giving you a playful, yet devious look. You took a few steps back, giggling.

“Only old people like nature documentaries!”

“Who are you calling old?”

“You, old man!” He sits up further, stretching his arm out to grab at your arm playfully. You jump back further, out of his reach; he settles back into the cushions in defeat. “That’s not very nice.”

“You’re lucky this old man is too tired to get up off of this damn couch.”

“Whatever. You wouldn’t do anything to me anyway. We all know I’m your favorite, you just won’t admit it.”

“That’s what you think, idiota.”

“Rude!” You move to sit on the other end of the couch, and he moves his legs to allow you more space.

“Are you really going to watch?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t have anything better to do.”

He shot you a look. “You could go back to bed.”

“I already told you, I couldn’t sleep.” You covered your mouth with your hand, stifling a yawn.

“Why not?” He sits up, looking at you.

“Not sure. Last night I only slept a couple of hours, so I thought I could sleep better tonight. Guess not.”

“Hm.” He laid back down, looking back at the TV.

“Why are you still up?”

“I also couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh.”

The two of you sat like that for a while, watching the documentary. Occasionally, you would offer a snarky comment, to which he would respond with a light chuckle or mumble something sarcastic. After an hour of this, Secondo looked over to you.

“Hey, kiddo?”

“Hm?” You glanced over at him, the trance you had begun to enter now interrupted.

“You getting tired yet?” His voice was low, sounding as though he was on the brink of sleep.

You yawned. “Yeah, a little.” Your voice was low as well, to your surprise. “You?”

He hummed. “Yes.”

“One last episode?”

“Sure.”

Another minute passed, and you found yourself wishing to lie down. Unfortunately, much of the couch was already occupied, preventing you from doing so. After a few seconds of pondering, you thought of a solution. “Hey, Secondo?”

“Hm?”

“Can I lay with you?”

“Aw, is someone getting sleepy?”

You groaned. “No, you’re taking up the entire couch!”

He laughed, looking over at you. “Vieni qui, piccolino mio. (Come here, my little one.)” He held his arms open, allowing you to crawl in between them, laying with your stomach to the couch and resting your head on his soft belly. You kept your face trained on the TV, though you weren’t really paying attention anymore. You wrapped your arms around him, sleepily pulling yourself as close as possible. He carefully grabbed a blanket off of the back of the couch, draping it over the two of you. “Remember,” he adjusted the blanket up to your chin, “just this one last episode. Then it’s bedtime, si?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled dreamily. Secondo snaked his arms around you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back. His warmth bled into you, trapped beneath the soft blanket you were wrapped in. You brought an arm up, holding your hand close to your face so that you could bury your face into the soft material of your sweater sleeve. Your eyelids fluttered, and you fought to keep them open. The sounds from his stomach combined with his slow breathing were lulling you to sleep, and you felt soft and comforted by his presence. You were not looking forward to going back to your own bed.

A few moments later, you were fast asleep. Soft snores left your mouth, only to be muffled by Secondo’s stomach and your sweater sleeve. He looked down at you, a content, relaxed smile on his face; he always loved it when you were sleepy around him. Despite being a teenager and generally against touch, you always became clingy once the exhaustion had set in. Of course, Secondo loved every moment of it, and he enjoyed catering to your comfort. Passing his fingers through your hair, rubbing your back, humming or singing gently; anything to keep you under, to receive the rest you so desperately needed.

He knew you hadn’t been sleeping well these past few weeks. You were often awake half the night; always kept awake by arthritis, or nightmares, or anxious thoughts. He knew how much you struggled through each day. No matter how many times you insisted you were fine, he could always see the shadows that had formed under your eyes, the way your shoulders sagged, and your slow movements. Understandably so; he estimated that you were only getting a few hours of sleep each night. He wished he could help you more often; unfortunately for him, you were still a teenager, and a stubborn one at that. Each time he brought up your sleeping habits, you insisted that you were fine. He never believed you, of course, so he always made it known that any time you struggled to rest you could ask him for help. You never did, but every so often you became desperate or frustrated enough to seek him out, much like tonight.

Secondo was brought from his thoughts when the end credits of the episode began to play. With a heavy sigh, he patted your shoulder in an attempt to rouse you.

“Y/n, bambino mio, it is time to awaken.” You stirred, but didn’t react otherwise. “Come on, stellina. It is time for bed.” You pressed yourself further into him, sucking in a deep breath before a long, drawn out whine escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms even tighter around him in protest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt. “Sei molto coccolone stasera (you are very cuddly tonight.) Come, let us get you tucked into bed, where young children such as yourself belong, si?”

“Noooooo.”

“No?” He wasn’t quite sure how you managed it, but you pressed your face even further into his belly, yawning once more. “Look at you, cara. All tuckered out, falling asleep here in my arms. Let’s get you to a bed. Come on, let’s go.” He moved to sit up, much to your dismay.

“M’ awake... ‘nother episode?”

“No.”

“Please?”

This time, it was Secondo’s turn to yawn. “Still no.” He stood carefully, somehow managing to push you off of him and into the soft cushions of the couch. Once he was steady on his feet, he lifted you into his strong grasp; your head fell loosely against his shoulder, and you yawned once more. Your limbs hung limply, save for one arm that lay across your midriff.

“’M not tired.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, in that case- you wouldn’t be opposed to, ah, how is it that you kids call it? Hang out in my bedroom for a little while? Maybe watch a movie, read a book?”

“’Kay.”

“Alright then.”

The walk to Secondo’s room was slow, yet comforting. You were perfectly content in his arms, swaying slightly with each steady footstep. Your head shifted every now and then, but you paid it no mind as the gentle swaying motions lulled you back into sleep. Your eyes drifted closed as your breathing and heartbeat slowed once more, only for the blissful feeling to be interrupted once he arrived at his bedroom door.

Quietly, the two of you slipped inside. You became more alert at the change in scenery, opening your eyes fully and lifting your head. You whined slightly when you were placed onto the bed, away from his warmth.

“Un momento, dolcezza,” he whispers, removing your shoes and helping you underneath the covers. “There we go. All nice and cozy, si?”

“Papa,” you whined, relaxing into the pillows. Your eyelids were barely open, fluttering as you fought to stay awake.

“Yes?”

You sleepily removed your arms from the covers, clumsily reaching out and throwing them around his neck. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace. You sighed, eyes drifting closed once more.

“Y/n?”

Silence.

He carefully settled you back into the pillows, supporting your head and back within his strong, secure hold. Your arms fell away unceremoniously, having gone completely lax. He bundled you up in blankets once more, stepping away to change into his nightwear. He returned a moment later in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his papal paints having been washed off.

�� He climbed underneath the covers, leaving plenty of space between the two of you. As he turned out the lamp and got comfy, he heard shifting from your side of the bed. Before he knew it, you were clinging to him once more, arms wrapped around his middle as you pressed your face into the crook of his arm.

“Papa?”

“Yes, child?”

“I’m tired.”

“Hm.” He adjusted the blanket, pulling it up to your face before beginning to rub soft, slow circles on your back. “I couldn’t tell. In that case, dolce, why don’t you rest a moment? I will still be here.”

“Okay.” You didn’t say another word the rest of the night.

#secondo x reader #secondo cuddles #soft secondo #somebody sedate me jossambird infected me with the secondo loving curse #I gotta get me a piece of that old man fr #I am so not being normal about this #the band ghost #drabbles #why yes every time I worked on this fic it was at least 1 am why do you ask #zoo is feeling needy sorry

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