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xxwhiskeyxx · 2 years ago

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Swiss x Chubby Reader

Summery: (Y/N) is the new multi-ghoul added to the band by papa in order to help cover all the spots he thinks is needed and increase quality of the sounds. Two things to know about (Y/N) is that, while they aren’t ashamed of their body, they are the heaviest of the band ghouls. You heard me correctly, they have more ass than our dear Aether. The second is that (Y/N) and Swiss hold a small rivalry as they are both Multis, while normally just playful jests or challenges to guitar or singing battles, one day Swiss just so happen to have had a very shitty day and of course Sodo is Sodo and has to be a pain in the ass. This leads to unfortunate events happening but Swiss kisses it better ;)

(Y/N) is the newest ghoul summoned by papa to help out the band and just so happens to be another Multi-Ghoul, but even though they are new they have caught onto the skills of the others quite quickly. They were tasked to be a second bassist or acoustic for some songs, percussion and backup vocals for others, jumping on the piano and synths with Cumulus and Cirrus for Mummy Dust, and even joining Papa Nihil for what is now a sax duet in Miasima (Idea surprising brought up by the eldest Papa when he discovered the curvy Ghoul had taken an interest in the saxophone); all of these skills have led to Dew joking that their here to take Swiss’ place causing a small rivalry between the two Multis, mostly led by the smiling ghoul. Though mostly playful bouts, such as Swiss challenging (Y/N) to prove who can hold out the climax of Mary on a Cross the longest ((Y/N) kicked his ass due their breath holding practise for sax playing), imitating Dew and Aethers guitar battle but actually trying to play better than the other while hurling picks at each other (Swiss actually won this one because (Y/N) threw a pick that missed and instead nailed Mountain in the face, causing the Earth Ghoul to leap from behind his drum kit and chase down the laughing ghoul and hold them upside down by their ankles until they apologized), once Swiss even tried to play their sax to show that he’d be better for the duet but instead just let out loud honks that brought Seestor sprinting in the practise room asking who let Nihil out of his office. Now, while this “rivalry” between the Multis have brought them closer as friends, it has also led to both growing feelings for the other.

Now today, Swiss has had a terrible day. He woke up late for his chores, immediately tripping and stubbing the shit out of his toe on his desk when he scrambled out of bed to try and rush to get ready, had run out of toothpaste so he had to make due with just mouthwash, turned out his uniform was slightly stinky and wrinkled due to him just tossing it on the floor and not hanging it but he didn’t have a spare due to him procrastinating on laundry for the last two weeks, and when he finally managed to get out of the ghoul dorms with no other injuries or mishaps, he just so happened to run into the pair of Sisters that have been pestering him for the last month to “come visit them in their dorm” even after he had tried to politely hint he wasn’t interested in them. But the Sisters either didn’t get the message or believed they could get him to change his mind. They had immediately latched onto his arms, whining that they had gotten lost and if he could help them find Secondos office, batting their lashes at him and pout thiers thin lips to their and entice him. He was forced to help them due to the fact they wouldn’t let go of him until he practically dragged them to Secondos, where he was finally released and promised that “they’ll find and give their thanks later”, the wink the taller one gave sent a disgusted shiver up his spine as he was finally able to begin his chores, which was only one due to there being a band practise today. What is his one chore you ask? Nothing too hard, just having take his turn in deep cleaning all of Copias rat cages, giving them fresh water and food, and then bathing every single of his 42 rats. It’s not the worst chore the ghoul could have been assigned, he could have been like Dew and have to do the kitchens inventory which always left the poor Fire Ghoul with a terrible headache and incredibly grumpy due to his ADHD and Dyslexia. But Swiss hated it because while Copia is an amazing rat dad and didn’t let the cages get too dirty, deep cleaning it is a whole other story when you realize there are 4 cages, all of which have at least 4-7 levels filled with hay, toys, rat droppings, food bits, nesting material, and all the other things needed to keep the rats happy. Then he had to bathe the rats, of the 42, only about 18 like to be bathed; every other one will squirm, bite, screech, and fight him as he tried to scrub them clean while hunched over copias tub. He always leaves wet, smelly, and with a headache that matches Dews. Normally he wears old clothes and brings his uniform to change into when he had band practise after he finishes, he also normally finishes with enough time to lie down on the couch in Copias room and rest his eyes or scroll on his phone for at least an hour before practise.

But today, Satan decided to punish him for whatever reason and he had forgotten in his rush to grab his rat day clothes and because he both woke up late and was even further delayed by the Sisters. He is finishing his last rat around 10 minutes before he needs to be set up and ready to go in the practise room for tonights 4 hour practise. He dries the final rat and places them with their siblings in one of the cages, he grabs his uniform shirt from the back of the couch from he had left it in order to try and not get it as smelly as the rest of him but with a groan he realizes that he is still damp and smells like dirty rat water, so despite his efforts he is still going to smell. He looks around the room and spots copias cologne and body sprays, he quickly runs and sprites a little bit of what looks to be the cheapest one and begins his journey to the band room. Making it ith 2 minutes to spare, he sits on his stage and leans his head against his guitar so he could have a few moments to shut his eyes as the others, minus Dew who is mimicking Swiss, mill about. “You look like shit, are you feeling okay?”, a soft voice that reveals itself to be (Y/N) as he opens his eyes and fixes them with a playful glare. “Bad day, on top of that, it was rat day.”, he states simply before closing his eyes and leaning back down against his guitar. He hears (Y/N) move before he feels a hand hesitantly be placed on his head, he is curious to what the younger ghouls motives are so he keeps his head down, a second hand joins the first and they begin to soft scratch his scalp then massage his temples and neck, working the headache and aches from the taller Multis head and a soft purr to erupt from his chest as he leans into the touch. “Fucking hell that feels better than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced,” Swiss jokes as (Y/N) chuckles and continues their motions, “I know rat day is a pain in the ass, I did this for Aether after his turn last month and he just about melted into my bed, so I figured it might help you too.” (Y/N) informs him as Papa claps his hands and announces that it is time to begin, “Feel from to come by my room after practise if you still feel bad and I can continue this okay”, they offer as they jump off his stage to ask papa where they need to begin since they bounced all around the stage depending on the song. The taller Multi stares after the curvier as he flushes lightly at the lingering feeling of their hands, they were plump with calloused fingers but not unpleasently so. He shakes the thoughts of them moving much further south than just his neck as he stood, waiting for Papa to announce the first song.

Timeskip to After Practice

The four hours passed surprisingly fast, the band went through the set list a few times with small 15 minute breaks inbetween every couple of songs before Papa decided to let them have a little bit of fun and asked each of the ghouls, one at a time, what song they would like to play. Some were obvious picks, Sodo began Year Zero almost immeditaly after Papa said his name, Rain wanted Con Clavi Con Dio, Cirrus asked for Mummy Dust, and some were a surprising, Aether suggested Faith, Cumulus picked Per Aspera Ad Inferi, Mountain requested Kiss the Go-Goat, and Swiss asking for Mary on a Cross. The Multi had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his “rival”, “Think you can beat that?” No one was truly expecting their newest member to ask for Miasima as their revenge piece, but no one could blame them because they had noticed how much they loved switching out their silver and black bass for the silver tenor sax with golden buttons that Nihil had gotten made for the curvy ghoul, though at times it could be quite humorous to see the smaller multi dancing around with a sax nearly the size of themselves. They did start out on their bass but during the time that Nihil was wheeled out is their time to quickly run backstage, switch out the bass for the sax, make sure it is in tune, and run back on stage just in time to join in; though with it being a practice, they were on their own for the entire thing which they had absolutely no problem doing, just having to switch out a little faster, which having the sax next to them on the stage vs backstage helped, but they also couldn’t tune in the middle of the others playing. Swiss had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his “rival”, “Think you can beat that?” It started off normal, the guitarists having fun with each other but (Y/N) soon backed off from where Dew and Aether were playfully circling them, before towards their sax as the time to switch intruments came closer. They set their bass in the stage that was next to their sax before quickly picking up the tenor sax and throwing the neck strap over their head; but before they head back up towards the front of the stage, they looked up at Swiss and noticed that he was also looking at them, this is when (Y/N) decided this is a chance to mess with the leaner ghoul. (Y/N) lets their tongue trail up the neck of the sax and over the mouthpiece in a obviously over exaggerated way of rewetting their reed before winking at Swiss and turning towards the front of the stage with a whip of their tail, swaying their hips much more than necessary. This both shocked and turned on the now blushing Multi as his eyes cannot leave the wide hips swaying away from his stage, the angle accentuating the curve and size of their ass in their mandatory uniform pants as their tail flicked up flirty in small flips that drew more attention to their backside. This teasing motion also caught the attention of a certain perpetually horny Fire ghoul and bulky Quintessence ghoul who both couldn’t look away from the sexy ghoul who had just started the intro of Nihils solo. tThe pair quickly walk over to them, Sodo from the front and Aether from the back, (Y/N) smirks around their mouthpiece as they play into their game of backing up towards one before leaning and walking forward the other, keeping their eyes on Swiss as they did so. Their fellow Multis hungry gaze had not left their form from what they noticed, sending another wink towards him as they turn towards the front, finishing the solo with the longer than needed last note. They let the finally note and sax drop with a exagerated bow, but before they could fully stand up, their being hugged by Aether and Sodo.

The pair were hyping up and teasingly requesting that the curvy Multi to join them in the Fire gremlins room for some fun later that night, Dew whispering in their ear how turned on he was by their movement with a not so subtle grind into their hip/ass as Aether nipped their neck, purring out his praise for them. This type of attention is unfamiliar to (Y/N) but still brings a bright blush to their cheeks and neck whenever their given it as they aren’t entirely used to it, laughing, “I may take you guys up on that, but I also promised Swiss I’d help him out if he still had a headache and felt bad since today was his turn for rat day,” (Y/N) says, “So if he doesn’t need me, I’ll come by a little later.”, they promise with a stroke to Dews hair and Aethers cheek which draws a growl from the gremlin, ”He was singing, dancing, and playing with no issues, so I doubt he still feels bad. Come onnn, you know we’re much better company than his sorry ass. What do you two even do when you hang out, all I ever hear from your room when he’s in there is the TV or music playing?”, Dew whines, feeling incredibly tuned on and impatient, he may or may not have a slight crush on (Y/N) too. He had at been an ass to them when they were freshly summoned but quickly realized the quick tongue and talent that (Y/N) had, along with them being hot as fuck, who couldn’t resist. “Just because I’m able to sing and play my instrument, doesn’t mean my headache is gone dumbass. I wasn’t “dancing around” either, you didn’t look at me at all this practise cause you were busy eyefucking (Y/N)!”, the said ghoul growled out having come up behind them to give (Y/N) their congraduations since they had clearly won this last ‘competition’ and to ask if their offer was still up, when he had heard Dew’s proposition, with flared up a feeling of jealously within the lean Multi. He knew that (Y/N) had spent time with the pair of ghouls and even with Rain and the Ghoulettes once or twice, but he still didn’t like hearing it. “Guys calm down, if (Y/N) wants to help Swiss out with his headache and shit let them, we both know you always want to be coddled and babied after your turn for rat day Sodo, so shut it. They said they’ll maybe come by later, lets go.” Aether had broken from the hug when he noticed Swiss approaching, knowing Dew was probably going to try to piss him off so he could have his way, “We’ll see you later doll, hope you come by and visit~,” he adds with a wink as he drags the protesting Fire ghoul out of the room, leaving the pair of Multis alone. “You don’t have to help if you wanna go hang out with them..my headache is mostly gone and my neck feels better,” Swiss offers, rubbing the back of his neck with a slight wince which makes (Y/N) roll their eyes, “It’s obvious it’s not fully gone Swiss, I offered to help so I’m going too, those two will and usually fuck without me there so it’s nothing,” they giggle as they rock back and forth on their heels, “I still gotta put up my bass and my sax, if you wanna get a head start, I’ll meet you in my room?”, they suggest as they turn to complete the said tasks, “Nah, I gotta put up my guitar and stuff too, might as well walk together.”, Swiss says as he does so too. Within 5 minutes, both have finished and are getting ready to leave the band room, turning off the lights as they were the last ones out.

The pair of Multis were walking down the hallway towards the ghoul den, making small talk to fill the silence of the old chapel surrounding them when an high-pitched squeal suddenly interrupted the pairs talking, Swiss groans and tries to drag (Y/N) towards the ghoul den but realizes it’s too late when he hears the Sisters call him name, “Swissy! We knew you’d come by, we were just thinking you abandoned us again!”, the taller Sister called out to him, her black hair shining in the candlelight that illuminated her lingerie covered body from behind through the door of her dorm. Her slim figured was outfitted in a sheer pink babydoll with some kind of strappy bra and pantie set underneath, the raven headed girl was leaning against the threshold in a sexy-esc pose as her roommate came up behind her in similar lingerie. The smaller, big breasted brunette pouts as she steps out of the room, crossing her arms as she calls, “Yeah, we knew you guys got out of practise around this time, but we hadn’t heard from you so we were about to just, get undressed and go to bed~,” she takes a step closer to the pair, (Y/N) was trying to hide their insecurity when compared to the sexy pair of Sisters in front of them as they hide behind Swiss as much as they could, not noticing Swiss trying to subtly hint that he wants to leave. The smaller brunette grabbed Swiss’ hand when she came within reach and tried to pull him towards the dorm room, “So why don’t you ditch the cow and come have some fun with us baby.”, she looks (Y/N) up and down before batting her eyelashes up at the tall ghoul. “I..I’m sorry, I did..I didn’t know he had plans with you two, he..he had asked me to help wit-”, (Y/N) tried to explain themselves but was cut off by a scoff from the taller, “Yeah, yeah I’m sure you asked him to hang out with your pathetic fat self to make yourself feel better, do you think he actually likes you, you think any of the ghouls like you? I’ve seen you around, your fat, annoying, and a show off; all you do is show off and put Swiss down in practice and at rituals, just because you play more instruments doesn’t mean your better honey. The others only put up with you because summoning Multis is as rare as ones like Aether, I’m sure Copia makes them hang out with you because he insisted that no one feels left out.”

(Y/N) had tears spilling down their cheeks as they pull away from Swiss and takes off down the hall towards the ghoul dorms, the Sister holding Swiss’ hand tries to pull him again while giggling after what had just happened with (Y/N), but the Multi stood staring after the shorter ghoul. “Come on Swiss, lets a-”, “Shut the fuck up and get the hell off me!”, he snatches his arm away from the Sister and steps back, staring at them in disgust. “I don’t want either of you to ever fucking touch me, I don’t like either of you, you both fucking disgust me. I tried to be nice, but when you disrespect the one I care about you don’t deserve niceties anymore,” he spits at them, “You don’t mean you actually like that pig?”, the black haired Sister questions from the door, her arms crossed over her chest, “Yes, I fucking love them if you’d care to know, they are the sweetest, most caring, funniest, and talented person in the entire fucking abbey. If you can’t see that pass the fact their a little bigger than you, then fuck off and suck Nihils cock. Stay the fuck away from the ghouls, Papa will be hearing about this you cunts.”, he finishes and runs off after (Y/N), trying to figure out where they could possibly be.

In the Ghoul Dorms

The little Multi was in their room, buried under their blankets and sobbing their heart out, “They’re right, I do show off a lot…I just want to always do my best but I didn’t realize that annoyed others…I don’t think I’m better than anyone…I thought me and Swiss were just having fun…I don’t mean to be annoying…”, (Y/N) sobbed, hugging onto the small stuffie that Aether had given to them soon after their summoning and one of Swiss’ shirts that he had left after a sleepover, the scents of the ghoul had always brought them comfort even before they had realized their feelings for the other Multi, “The others don’t hate me do they…Dew is an ass but he wouldn’t use me..Aether either..right?”, their sobs are cut off by a soft knock at their door, “(Y/N) are you okay?”, it was Aether, he had heard their cries as he was walking back to Dew’s from the bathroom, “Ye..yeah, I’m fine. Jus..Just saw a sad video about a cat..”, they slap themselves mentally at the pathetic answer, “I’m coming in okay, maybe you can show me this video huh.”, the Quintessential ghoul obviously didn’t believe their answer and makes his way to where the curvy ghoul was hiding under the blankets. Aether sits next to them, gently running his hand up their side to the top of the blanket before gently flipping it down, revealing the soft Mutli curled in on themselves with the small panda plushie and what he guessed was Swiss’ shirt from the scent. “Oh lovey, what happened, I know you enough that a sad video no matter what animal wouldn’t cause this,” he says softly as he gatherers them up into his lap, cradling them against his bare chest and rocking them, he had taken off his shirt when making out with Dew earlier and they had been planning on going further when Aether returned from the bathroom. “Noth..nothing serious,”, (Y/N) hiccups while tring to deny it as to not get Swiss in trouble, “(Y/N), please tell me, you haven’t cried like this since Sister screamed at you when you had accidently broken a vase in her office. I understand you might not wanna tell me, but it might make you feel better?”,

Aether continues rocking, gently shushing their sobs, “Me and Swiss were walking back from the band room when these two Sisters…I guess they heard us talking and came out talking about how Swiss was supposed to come see them..I guess for sex…I tried to apologize because I didn’t know he already had plans..but the taller girl..”, the Multi let out another sob at the memory of what she said, “What did she say lovey?”, Aether pressed gently, he knows the girls (Y/N) is talking about, Swiss has been complaining about them for the last couple weeks. (Y/N) takes a shuddering breath as they continue,”She said..I’m fat and annoying and a show-off…That Swiss and the rest of you guys only stay around me because Copia makes you..I’m sor-”, (Y/N) is cut off by Aether gently cupping thier face and making them look at him, “Oh sweetness, I’m gonna stop you right there. Nothing those sluts said is true, Swiss has been complaining about them for weeks and I can’t imagine what made them believe that saying that to you would make Swiss want them. You are far from any of those things they said. You are not annoying, we all love being around you. You are also not a show-off, you show the talent that you hold and just becayse you happen to have a lot of that, doesn’t mean that your a show-off. I also can’t believe they called you fat like its a bad thing, it means you so much softer and better to cuddle!”, he annunciation this by squeezing (Y/N) tightly, nuzzling his face into their neck, “Not to mention , I at least think so, having some meat to grab on while I’m pounding you into the bed is feels much better than some itty bitty girl with sticks for legs. We’re not gonna mention that to Dew though.” (Y/N) giggles as they flush at the Quintessence Ghoul’s words, “Of course not, he’d try to fight me to prove whose better!”, “Is that such a bad thing? You sure didn’t complain when he did it the first time~”, Aether purrs into their ear, their giggles filling the room when theres a loud, frantic knock at the door.

It reveals both Dew and Swiss. “There you are Aeth, the fuck you doi..(Y/N) were you crying?”, Sodo asks when he notices the lingering scent of sadness in the room and the tear tracks on thier cheeks. “Ye..yeah but Aether helped me, it wasn’t really anything important.”, they try to not get Dew angered at the girls knowing that he’d definitely go and hurt them, they notice Swiss looking at the ground in shame. “It wasn’t unimportant Dew, I’ll tell you in a minute. These two need to talk.”, Aether stands after gently moving (Y/N) off his lap and stands, softly kissing their forehead, before turning and ushers the questioning fire ghoul from their room, closing the door with a click and leaving the two Multis in silence. “I’m so..”, “They we..”, both ghouls try to speak at the same time causing the both of the two to laugh, “You first Swiss, I can tell you wanna explain what happened,” (Y/N) insists seeing the tall male in front of them practically vibrating to say his side of the story, “I am so so sorry (Y/N), they were way out of line. I have been trying to get them off my tail for the last fucking month. They didn’t ever seem to get the hint that I wasn’t interested even after I had explicitly said no thank you a thousand times. Everything that stupid cunt said is wrong, you are the sweetest, most loving person I have ever met. I love our dumb little rivalry, I love watching you try to one up me each time with any possible instrument because it’s an excuse to watch you do something you love. I’m sorry I didn’t stop them when they were saying all that dumb stuff, I was just so filled with rage with every word that left their blabbering mouths I was frozen, that isn’t an excuse ut I just hope you can forgive me.” Swiss is sitting on the end of the bed, holding onto (Y/N)’s hands as he spilled his heart out to the softly smiling ghoul. “Oh Swiss, of course I believe you. Aether told me about those two but I didn’t know in the moment. I thought they were some of your cult members, and I didn’t know what to say. It hurt a lot, what they said, but Aether set me straight and I know you would’ve too if you had found me first. Can we just hug and forget about those dumb sluts?”, (Y/N) laughs holding out their arms in an offering that Swiss just about launches himself into, burying his face into their chest. “Fuck yeah, just trust me when I say I set the picture very straight when I told them I loved you and..fuck! I shouldn’t have said that, I’m going to shut my mouth now.” Both ghouls are now sitting bright red, Swiss keeping his face hidden in their chest as they let their mouth fall open in shock.

“Do..Do you really mean that..?” (Y/N) askes, “that you lo..love me?”, they look down at the flustered ghoul as he sits up, “Yeah..I shouldn’t have said that..that isn’t how I planned on telling you, it was suppos-”, his silver eyes shoot open as the soft hands of the other grab his face and pull him into a kiss. His eyes slide closed after a moment, his arms wrapping tightly around their waist as the kiss turns messy. Swiss allows his tongue to brush against their, soft lips falling open as tongues fight for dominance. The larger moans at the taste of the smaller, leaning onto them till they lay on their back and Swiss hovers above them, not breaking the kiss as they explore the others body. The two Multis continue to kiss till a knock at the door, interrupt the moment, Swiss groans as he tries to make (Y/N) ignore and continue their makeout, but the curvy ghoul giggles at him, knowing its exactly who it is. “Come in guys, it’s fine!”, Aether and Dew open the door and make their way inside, spotting the pair curled around each other on the bed. Swiss’ face pressed into (Y/N)’s hair with a smile on his face, “I can see that you guys talked it out, any new relationships we should know about,” Dew teases as he lays out on (Y/N)’s lap, Aether sitting on the other side of Swiss, “Well we didn’t exactly have time to get to that part yet, but I’d like to think so, don’t you my darling?” Swiss teases the blushing ghoul that was laying against his chest, “I’d agree my love.”, they end their statement with a wet kiss to their new partners cheek that he jokingly groans at, “By the way, I didn’ get to thank you for earlier Aeth, I don’t know how I would’ve been if I had been alone for much longer.” (Y/N) presses second kiss to Aethers forehead as it was all they could reach with Swiss’ grip on their waist. “Since we’re giving kisses, where’s mine!”, the ever jealous gremlin demands in their lap, which they plant on his forehead as the Multi ghoul lights up a loud purr in their chest. Happy to have their friends and a new partner next to them after a quite eventful day. “Hey I think I feel another headache coming on, we should kick out these idiots and you can show me how you were going to help me earlier~”, Swiss purrs into their ear, “Oh no, maybe Aether and Dew here can help you feel better Swissy, we both know how much you love Aether’s Quintessece is used on you and we have our own heat pad right here?”, they suggest with a sly glance at the bigger ghoul to Swiss’ left, “Oh I think that’s genius, you two up for it?”, the two other ghouls look at each other then back at the pair, saying nothing as they growl playfully and pounce on the new couple. Let’s just say we had several sated and happy ghouls, with no aches and pains in sight excluding maybe Dew and (Y/N) the next morning~

#swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul x chubby reader #aether ghoul #dewdrop #ghost band x reader #ghost band #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls x chubby reader #plus sized reader

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gauloiseblue · 7 months ago

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Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks

A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.

COD

Price

[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar

Gaz

lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar

König

Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing

Soap

Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams

Ghost

soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes

Poly/HC

Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites

The Arcana

Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13

Random/Miscellaneous

A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand

Web Weave | Poetry

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

#bookmark #call of duty #the arcana #tell me if any of the link doesn't work #i'll try to fix it #i might add my fave web weaves later on. idk

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year ago

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Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia Masterlist by emeritus-fuckers

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ONESHOTS AND DRABBLES:

♡ Every breath you take ⸸ Yandere Cardinal Copia x Reader

COMING SOON. Written by Nosferatu.

♡ Sick Like Me ⸸ Yandere!Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🔪🩸 DISCLAIMER: Please read the CW section before reading the fanfic itself.

♡ Mama ⸸ Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🥀💔 // 🚫💘

♡ The Main Character ⸸ Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🥀💔 // 🚫💘

♡ Biggering ⸸ Cardinal Copia

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🚫💘

♡ “Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Face paint date with Copia

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Dancing in the rain with Copia

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ When you aren’t in the mood - GN! Reader

Written by Death.//🫦🔥//☁️🧸

♡ Yandere Cardinal Copia falling in love at first sight

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥//🔪🩸//⚠️🚨 tw for non-con and somnophilia

♡ Tummy kisses with Copia

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸//🥀💔 //rhrn spoilers

♡ Frater Imperator becoming your father figure

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸//🥀💔 //❤️‍🩹🫂

HEADCANONS: (will be "renovated" later-)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons

Trans Copia headcanon

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus

Copia's kinks

Copia helping his s/o with an anxiety attack

Terzo and Copia comforting their s/o

Copia with s/o who loves his thighs

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Hopeless romantic Copia headcanons

Copia taking his s/o's virginity

Yandere Cardinal Copia headcanons - tw for noncon somnophilia, a bit spicy

Cardinal Copia with a darling who bursts into tears at the mention of doing art

Copia with a touch starved s/o

Copia finding out he's a dacryphiliac

Raising baby Copia with Sister Imperator

Papa Emeritus IV with an s/o who has benign essential tremors

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia #copia x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader

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captainsimagines · 2 years ago

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pretty woman, this is me trying || one

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(1/14)

Mini-Series / AO3 Link

Warnings: PTSD themes; past sexual abuse (Hydra); strong language; panic attacks; nightmares

Word Count: 2,950+

Author’s Note: A holiday fanfic! You know I couldn’t leave you all hanging! I’m excited for this one. I know it deals with a lot more heavy situations, but I wanted to write something angsty/romantic. PLUS, I wrote this in 3 days so I’m sorry if it’s bad lol

I hope I do you justice. Love you all. xxMoni

Bucky Barnes did not like to be touched.

He did not shake hands, he did not hug, he did not do well with even the slightest brush of someone’s body. The faintest of touches froze him. Paralyzed in the faint sensation. Memories of harsh hands and machines, demented laughter and sedated foreplay, echoed through his mind.

The only person he allowed to touch him when necessary was Steve, and even then Bucky had to remind himself that it was his best friend. The size of Steve’s body was not a danger. The command of his voice was for safety only, and not to order him to strip. The friendly claps on the back were meant to ease Bucky into the world, not to bend him over from behind.

Sometimes he believed he was getting better. Mornings were beautiful, food tasted great, and everyone greeted him with a smile. On those special days, Bucky's heart filled with hope. Hope he could sit in close proximity to someone else, hope he could travel outside the compound and not rely on his super soldier skills, hope he could get out of his head for one second.

But when someone entered a room too loudly, or when he was forced to physically fight an enemy—those special days crumbled to ash, now cruel illusions that sent Bucky on a downward spiral. A spiral Steve usually had to coax him out of with gentle words, words that scarily resembled begging.

So Bucky has given up on trying to fit in. On trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. On trying to feel human again.

And fuck all that bullshit about being human was to feel pain.

Pain was not a good emotion, and it was mean to give it relevance to the human condition.

It wasn’t an emotion every human had to suffer in order to be considered living. It was an emotion that was cruel and unforgiving and completely, completely exhausting.

If Bucky Barnes had to live his life without touch again, then so be it. If he had to step out of a room to calm his nerves with the repetition of his tapping fingers, then so be it. He did not want to feel trapped, or abused, or ridiculed ever again. He did not believe in soft touches or love making anymore.

First, the war stole his boyhood.

Then the Swiss Alps stole his life.

And Hydra stole his dignity.

His time with Hydra had been documented to horrible extremes. Extremes Bucky was certain were going to be plastered on media outlets and history books. But he had discovered one night, while on a solo-mission to the compound’s lounge, that those theories were unlikely.

Because he had found Tony Stark and Natalia Romanov scouring every database and paper trail about his torture… and completely destroying it. With help from Jarvis, Bucky’s recorded nightmares were erased. Washed out. Encrypted, set on fire, and utterly gone.

Neither Tony or Natalia ever spoke to him of it. He assumed Stark was simply avoiding an awkward conversation, and that he didn’t exactly do good with such rough topics. Natalia did write down the number of her therapist for him.

He threw the piece of paper away.

And on nights like these, he really wished he hadn’t.

Bucky curled up in his thin bedsheets and clutched them close, willing his body to stop sweating. He tried to touch his knees to his chest but he was too large. If he could feel pressure there, then he could fall asleep. If there was added pressure to his back, then the sleep would be immaculate.

He turned and piled the pillows high, setting them behind his back. The coldness of the cotton seeped into his skin, instantly relaxing him. He clutched a throw pillow to his chest and pressed it down, counting by even numbers.

Pressure, a sequence, and breathing.

He could tell by the bright white light shining through his curtains that it was still night. No light that bright could be anything but the moon. That was a reassuring constant for him.

“Shall I ring for Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes?” Jarvis whispered over the speakers in Bucky’s room.

Jarvis’s random voice didn’t scare Bucky anymore. At first, it had caused Bucky to spring into a full blown panic attack. But as time went on and Jarvis continued to speak with him randomly, at odd times, Bucky’s body got used to it. Expected it.

“No, Jarvis. I’m good.”

Jarvis hummed, pausing a little before saying, “Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky didn’t respond. He never took Jarvis up on that offer anyway.

He curled further into his mound of sheets and pillows and shut his eyes, forcing himself into a dreamless sleep.

He succeeded in sleeping, but relived memories twice over in the dark.

“Twenty bucks says you don’t ask her,” Steve declared, pulling his wallet from his coat.

Wanda giggled from behind the kitchen counter, pouring coffee into her impossibly large mug. Pietro saddled up beside her, stealing the mug for himself.

Sam clicked his tongue. “Bet. I’ll do it today after dinner.”

Steve scoffs, “Fuck off. Another twenty says you won’t have the balls to ask until next week.”

Bucky snickered as he looked between his two friends. He sat with his left leg bent so he could rest his chin on his knee, comfortable enough to be casual this morning. He sipped at his hot chocolate, grateful Wanda gave him one of the festive mugs. It was December 1st, after all.

“After dinner,” Sam promised, slapping his own twenty onto the dining table.

Wanda leaned forward and snatched the money for herself. “I’ll keep this bet safe for the time being.”

“You think she’ll say yes?” Bucky asked, overly curious.

Sam asking Natasha to the annual Avengers Christmas ball? Yeah, right.

Sam puffed out his chest, his smile wide. “I’ll bet more money, Barnes. That’s how confident I am.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He finally picked up his fork and dug into his eggs. With his mouth full, he said, “If you think you know Romanoff, you don’t.”

It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes. “Like I said, Cap. I’m confident about this.”

“Well, I think that’s a good attitude to have,” Pietro commented, sitting down beside Steve with own full plate of eggs and bacon. “And when it all crashes and fails, we get to be the ones to tell you ‘I told you so!’”

Sam flung a piece of bacon across the table, cursing Pietro’s name.

Bucky watched it all unfold, feeling both inside and outside the circle at once. He was a part of the conversation, but he still felt benched. His body would lurch forward on its own accord and try to join in—maybe to thump Pietro on the back of the head, slap Steve on the back, grab a mug of coffee from Wanda’s delicate hands.

It was funny, really. Being afraid of Wanda’s hands because of his own history and not because of the power she held within them.

He was both included, and not. There, and nowhere. Inside his head but forcing himself to step out of it. Dissociating for too long until the conversation was on another topic entirely.

Jarvis’s voice snapped them from their play fighting. “Sergeant Barnes, Sir has asked me to tell you that he would like your opinion on something.”

Bucky grumbled, drinking from his hot chocolate. “What does he want?”

“Oh, that’s the wonder of standing up and finding out for yourself, isn’t it, Sergeant Barnes?”

Sam howled, nearly choking on his last piece of bacon. “Jarvis really is Stark’s creation. Jesus fucking Christ.”

Bucky sighed, having been left with no choice. He placed his half-drunk mug in the sink and waved goodbye to everyone, trying hard not to stomp to Stark’s lab.

Stark was under a massive machine with six arms and blue lasers when Bucky walked into the lab later that afternoon. He had ignored Jarvis’s constant badgering and decided to visit the lab after his morning run. Only after it Bucky was certain he wouldn’t physically fight Stark if what he had to say was idiotic.

“My one and only!”

Bucky rolled his eyes and sat at the farthest chair from the monster machine. “You called?”

“And you diddle-daddled.”

To this, Bucky actually laughs. Sometimes Stark got on his nerves, other times he was a breath of fresh, realist air.

Stark climbed out from underneath the metal monstrosity, wiping oil from his hands. Bucky waited patiently as Stark finally sat, cracking his neck three times before speaking.

“So… The Christmas Ball.”

“Uh huh.”

Stark adjusted his seating, slowly lowering himself in his rolly-chair. Bucky watched him become shorter, awkwardly staring at him and the walls simultaneously. Whatever Stark wanted to talk to him about, it was becoming less interesting to Bucky.

“Pepper has informed me that there is going to be an auction. A, donate thousands of dollars to take me out on a date, type thing.”

Bucky grimaced. “Isn’t that prostitution?”

“No, it’s escorting. Prostitution is the other honorable profession.”

Bucky hummed.

Stark wiped a stressed hand down his face, curling his lips as he continued speaking. “Pepper has also informed me that only Thor is being auctioned for real. Meaning, everyone else isn't actually on the roster. Their dates are going to be the highest bidder regardless of what anyone bids that night.”

Bucky frowned, stumped. “So, we’re denying money from actual bidders and rigging this thing?”

“No. Private donors have already given their fair share of money. We’ve flown past our goal for the evening.”

“Then why have the Ball in the first place?”

“Appearances, photo ops, meeting new people—You name it.”

So Steve and Sam were going to be “sold” to their highest bidder, who will also happen to be their dates for that evening. That nice coffee shop girl Steve has been dating for the past six months was already invited…

That meant she was bidding whatever amount she needed to, regardless of the price, for a date with Steve. Money that was already donated before the damn Ball even started.

Bucky looked to the white, marble floor for answers. But all he saw was his distorted reflection, staring back at him with creeping realization.

“What… What about me?”

Stark sighed, shrugging his shoulders empathetically. “I tried everything, Barnes. But the higher-ups forced us to include you, too.”

Bucky was going to throw up. That ball of nausea that often stuck to the back of his throat was crawling upward, scratching his tongue, begging to be let free. To spill all over this damned marble floor.

He whimpered silently, turning his face to his metal shoulder. His hair covered his anguished expression, but it was pointless to assume Stark hadn’t noticed. Bucky’s neck was already redder than the original color itself.

“Barnes, listen to me.” Bucky tried to follow the direction of Stark’s voice. When he blinked, his vision seemed to get blurrier. “Breathe. Tap those fingers. You remember you got fingers, right?”

Bucky counted to three, then began to tap his index and thumb together. He relished in the feel of his skin, in the lifted edges of his fingerprints, of his filed fingernails. Slowly, the world stopped spinning. The chair didn’t feel like it was caving in anymore. The walls stopped stretching and his ears stopped ringing.

The remnants of his panic attack settled in his chest, pulsing uncomfortably. But he could finally open his eyes long enough and not feel like passing out.

“Good, good. Now if you would just let me finish.”

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh, easily amused by Stark’s sarcasm. It was a surprise how quickly the two fell into step after Bucky moved into the compound, seeking each other out for random answers and opinions. Steve had questioned it, but accepted that if Bucky was alright with it, he wouldn’t budge.

“I spoke with Pepper. You have two options: Let me find you a date who I promise will not leak anything to the press, touch you without permission, or annoy you until you feel like swallowing a bullet.”

Bucky blinked at him, eyebrows scrunching. Stark getting him a date? Bucky didn’t want to date any of Stark’s past flings or strangers he might pull off the streets. The rational part of his brain understands that this person will be vetted and practically stalked, but it’s the irrational side that’s telling him this person might just hurt him. They could convince the world they’re the most innocent thing ever, but when he’s alone with them that mask could easily fall off and reveal eight tentacles and a flaming skull.

“Or,” Stark enunciates, standing from his incredibly low chair. He blew a fast raspberry before saying, “You and Sam attend together, or you and Natasha.”

Okay, that seemed like the better option. He trusts both Sam and Natalia, trusts them to keep their hands to themselves and protect him. Yeah, that was obviously the better choice—

But Sam wanted to ask Natalia. Sam has been wanting to ask her a million things before the Ball was ever a reality. His friend had all this insane amount of exhilarating excitement when he even thought about the red head.

Bucky couldn’t take that away from him. Even if his own comfort was the victim in this situation.

“This… person. Will they be an escort?”

Stark’s eyes widened momentarily before he steadied himself. “Yes, and maybe no. They’ll be the person I believe can be most trusted. Are you okay with the possibility of taking a hooker to the Ball?”

Bucky grunted, “Don’t use that word.”

“It’s the 21st century, Barnes. Hooker means prostitute, prostitute means sex worker, and sex worker has a positive connotation nowadays.”

“Just say escort.”

Stark grumbled beneath his breath, turning to a nearby computer and typing something into the search bar. “Jarvis, make sure this web search is wiped from the center of the earth after I’m done with it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tony.” Stark knew that when Bucky used his first name, it was a call to turn around and look him in the eye. So that’s exactly what Stark did. “A sex worker expects sex, don’t they? I’m not giving them that, so how can you expect me to be fine with it?”

Stark tapped his fingers against random keys, deep in thought. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding offensive. Jarvis, help me out. How do I say, ‘You don’t have to fuck the person, you can just pay them,’ kindly?”

“We will be searching for people who have voluntarily enrolled in sex work, Sergeant Barnes. Any meeting you set up with them is consensual. And the beauty of consensual sex work is, without a doubt, the freedom of choice. So think about it like this, Sergeant Barnes: They will not touch you if you do not ask. You are investing time, and they will accept the money without a kiss exchanged if that is what you wanted.”

A companion?

Bucky had only ever had Steve and Sam after he returned to the compound. Only ever hung out with them outside in the real world, too. A random person entering the compound and pretending to be his date seemed a little extreme, no? Like he couldn’t make friends of his own.

But wasn’t that the real reason behind all this? Bucky didn’t have many contacts or love interests to take to this damn Christmas Ball so he was being punished for it. Forced to interact with a stranger and the stranger forced to interact with him.

“I can do a proper search of these websites with Jarvis’s and Hill’s help and get back to you in the morning, okay? Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I only have to meet them tomorrow and that’s it?”

Stark wobbled a flat hand in the air. “Kind of. Spend one day with them and tell me if you think you can last a whole night with them as your date. I don’t want you to be paired with someone I thought was great but you find repulsive.”

Okay, that was somewhat considerate. But a whole day? At best, Bucky will last a few hours before wanting to run under a hill.

“Okay,” he surrendered.

Stark sighed, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Barnes. It’s just… Maybe it’s not the ideal way, but meeting new people isn’t always a bad thing, you know?”

“Oh?” Bucky replied sarcastically.

“Oh. You think I didn’t suffer the same thing? People I knew since birth betrayed me. I’ve got trust issues too, my man.”

“We’re not comparing sad little tales, Stark.”

“Find it in your ice cold heart to be compassionate, Barnes.”

Bucky chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “So, tomorrow then?”

Stark nodded. “I’ll do my best to find you a hot piece of ass.”

“Stark!”

“Sorry! I joke. I kid. I jest.”

Bucky watched Stark toy with his experiments for ten minutes more before bidding him a good rest of his day.

Maybe a companion wouldn’t be so bad. He’d have someone to talk to after all. Text, get coffee with, watch movies with. He could do all those things with Steve and Sam but they were busy. Busy with work, busy with life, busy with everything Bucky avoided for good reason.

And even though his body is physically repulsed by the idea of being in close proximity with an absolute stranger, perhaps someone who was forced to be nice to him wasn’t exactly a lousy idea.

Maybe it was necessary.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfic #holiday fanfic #bucky barnes au #pretty woman au #avengers au #marvel fanfiction #mini-series #captainsimagines #by Moni

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kaisarionn · 2 years ago

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hi, any chance you could write something about swiss and/or mountain comforting their plus sized insecure gf? as a plus sized person i don’t see a lot of ghouls x plus sized reader stuff anywhere

A/n: thank you for the request! sorry this took so long!! And please please please, tell me if I got anything wrong! I’ve always been averaged sized and don’t fully understand the struggles of being plus sized. Word count: 498. Estimated read time: 1m 49s. fem coded reader ig? angst w/ comfort

Gorgeous 💚 ⛰️

Your eyes open and you sit up, you throw your legs over the edge of the bed and you slowly put your feel down on the carpeted floor, and stand up.

you stretch with your arms above your head with a yawn and you walk over to the bathroom, your feet making a light padding sound on the carpet.

You walk over the tiled floor of the bathroom to the shower, open the curtain, and turn on the hot water.

You slowly take off your clothes and frown when you see the softness of your body, but continue to undress anyway. You step in the shower, careful not to slip on the wet floor and relax under the heat of the water.

You quickly clean your body and step onto the bath mat to towel off. Once finished you pick up your clothes and the towel and start heading toward the bedroom, but stop when you catch your reflection on the mirror.

You stop to look at the stretch marks on you stomach, hips, and thighs. It makes you feel even more insecure then before. You place the towel and clothes in the hamper and quickly head over to the closet and pick out a sweater and a pair of jeans.

You put your underwear on first and then your sweater, you grasp the jeans and pull them up to your stomach, you try to button them, but it doesn’t close, you try again and still no luck. You continue to try and button them, but after the third try, you give up. You take the jeans off and crash onto your bed. You pull the covers over you head and that’s how Mountain finds you.

Mountain just walked in the door with breakfast and he’s about to calm your name when he gets crying. He sets the food down and practically runs to your room. He knocks on the door frantic but when you don’t respond immediately, he opens the door and walks over and sits by you.

“whats wrong? Why are we crying?” he says in a soothing voice. You don’t respond, instead you move closer to him. He takes the hint and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on top of yours. After a few minutes you sniffle and say “I- I.” You take a deep breath before starting again “I don’t feel pretty, I mean I’m so- I can’t even say it.”

Too choked up to continue, Mountain starts rubbing you back and cooing at you. “Listen to me, you are beautiful the way your are. He pauses for a moment, but then continues. “I love you, your stretch marks, your cute stomach. All of it. ”you start crying again, but for a different reason. “Thank you mounty, that really helped.” you say smiling. “Now-” Mountain stats, “let’s go eat breakfast!” he jumps out of bed, picks you up and runs to the kitchen. Where you eat happily ever after, the end!

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus #papa copia #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band x reader #ghost bc fanart #the strugge is real #x reader #x you #x y/n #mountain ghoul #mountain ghoul x reader

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visiosatanae · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my sideblog for sin~

My name is Meghan, online peeps call me Bara, or you can call me whatever you like 😊

This here is a sideblog for the band Ghost, and also general horny posting and rambles. Main blog is @meghawhopp. Below I have links to my art and a fic masterlist. Enjoy your stay!

🔞 No minors please. I tag my explicit fics with #smut and my suggestive art with #nsft 🔞

Art Tag

Ao3

Masterlist:

Possession - Swiss x Reader A lonely Sister of Sin asks Swiss about the idea of helping her out for when he's away. He's only too happy to help.

As Bells Begin to Chime - Papa IV x Reader You want Papa's attention. But he's going to make you work for it.

Come Unleashed - Papa III x Reader When getting yourself off doesn't work out, there's only one person you can think of to help ease the ache.

Branded + Art - Cardinal Copia x Reader You wake up bound in a makeshift dungeon, completely at the mercy of a sadistic Cardinal...

Lead Us Not into Temptation - Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader After a grueling day of Ministry work, all you wanted was a shower. But Cardinal Copia is not usually one to resist temptation, especially not with a creature as exquisite as yourself.

Series:

The Gauntlet (Ongoing)

Sister Imperator is retiring. A select group of senior Sisters have been chosen to partake in a tradition called The Gauntlet - completing each of the seven deadly sins within seven days - in order to become the next Sister in charge of the Ministry. Good thing you always liked a challenge...

Chapter 1 - The Proposal

Chapter 2 - Wrath - Dew x Reader

Chapter 3 - Sloth - Cirrus x Reader

#pinned post #about me #masterlist

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joyfulfxckery · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

♡✩°｡⋆─⛧ ༺♰༻ ⛧─⋆｡°✩♡

Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II

*Being rewritten* Dealing with Ghosts ~ Simon Riley x fem!plus size!hunter OC Part 1 Part 2

Ghost & König reaction to you saving a worm

Ghost protective-ness idea

Ghost

Requests

Papa IV reaction to your rat passing Papa IV x reader prompt 57 "We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain."

Ghoul reaction to you being tired asf ~ Rain & Swiss Ghoul reaction to thicc crush having a sweet tooth ~ Rain & Swiss Ghoul piles are the best piles Swiss falling for a sweet reader who's actually chaotic

Sons of Anarchy

Requests

Chibs Telford date night Part 1

Tig Trager x reader prompt 131 "You have a cold, you're not dying"

Slashers

Yautja

Blurbs

Space Cats

Requests

Yautja x reader prompt 96 & 147 "Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow" "Zombies aren’t real, I promise." Yautja reaction to your friend having a crush on you

♡✩°｡⋆─⛧ ༺♰༻ ⛧─⋆｡°✩♡

#my masterlist #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost the band #papa iv #ghouls #sons of anarchy #chibs telford #tig trager #slashers #yautja #the predator

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xximperioxx · 2 years ago

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Swiss Ghoul Drabble

Inspired by this beauty. Also pls be gentle on me I’ve never been to a ritual before plus and it’s been a bit since I’ve written anything!

Swiss Ghoul x ghoulette reader

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You were a nameless ghoulette who sang backing vocals and tambourines during rituals. Most shows you would go bug Sodo or dance with Swiss with your tambourine during Kiss the Go-Goat. It was a great show tonight and the crowd was wild. You’ve noticed the crowd got a little too excited when Swiss came over to you during Mummy Dust playing his guitar. You were singing back up when he walked over and got down on his knees, you tilted your head confused. You smile as you watched him lift his vape to you, still on his knees. You smirk, an idea coming to mind as you inhale plenty before holding it in. You lean down and grab his jaw before exhaling the smoke in his face.

Before you knew it the ritual was over and you had picked up some guitar picks that had found themselves on the floor after Aether and Sodo threw them at each other. You walked over to the crowd and tossed the picks out, your heart warmed at the cheers they gave when you came over. Putting your hand on your heart to show that you were thankful, you didn’t notice another ghoul coming up behind you.

Suddenly you feel two hands grab your boobs, causing your eyes to widen and the crowd to get louder. Your hand immediately went on top of the one hands and immediately knew who they belonged to judging by the size difference of your hands. You turn your head to see Swiss with a cheeky smile before he takes his hands off and wraps one around your waist and pulls you into his side. You let out a laugh when you see that smile and accidentally bump masks.

He lets go, walking away to continue to give picks away. Still smiling, you wave and kiss the crowd goodbye before going backstage.

You walk back to your dressing room with a water, barely noticing Swiss trailing behind you. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, if I did…”, the ghoul trails off.

You jump a little, not expecting it but give a small smile before speaking, “You’re fine, Swiss, besides I think the crowd liked it a little more than you did.” You laugh.

You swear you hear him let you a growl, “I doubt it.”

Smirking, you drape your arms around his shoulders. Swiss subconsciously grips your waist, pulling you in closer.

“I liked it, in case you were wondering,” you let out in a sinful voice. Swiss immediately kicks the door of the dressing room closed before he kisses you desire.

#ghost band #ghost the band #swiss ghoul #x reader #Swiss x reader #Swiss ghoul imagine #sodo ghoul #ghoulette #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #papa emeritus iv #dewdrop ghoul

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

For my Bloody Mary universe fics, there is a separate masterlist here!

For my Body And Blood multi-chaptered fic, there is a separate masterlist here!

For my multi-chaptered Cardinal Primo fic, What Was I made For?, there is a separate masterlist here!

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

The Ghouls' and Ghoulettes' Eye Colours - No smut here

Tits, Ass, Thighs with the Papas - 18+ only

All The Kisses - No smut here

Mistletoe Kisses - No smut here

Mary Goore Headcanons - 18+ only

Nihil's Favourite Child - No smut here

Secondo and Copia Romance Headcanons - No smut here

Mary introducing his new partner to his cat - No smut here

The Papas greeting you after you return from inpatient care - No smut here

Copia wearing dresses and skirts - No smut here

Secondo and an energetic reader - No smut here

Platonic Primo and clumsy reader headcanons- No smut here

Cardinal Copia looking after trans male reader after top surgery - No smut here

Secondo and a super affectionate reader - No smut here

Copia and an accident prone reader - Slightly suggestive near the end so 18+

Primo friends with a reader who has a crush on Secondo - No smut here

Angry Secondo headcanons - No smut here, tw for violence (not aimed at reader)

The Papas with a reader who bites affectionately - Slighty suggestive content so 18+

The Papas accidentally walking in on reader getting changed - Suggestive content, 18+ only

The Papas celebrating reader's birthday - Slightly suggestive content, 18+ only

The Papas with a reader who is also in a band - No smut here

Secondo with a sunshine reader (grumpy and sunshine trope) - No smut here

Primo friends with a shy reader who gets talked over and ignored - No smut here

The Papas with an outdoorsy reader - No smut here

The Papas with a reader struggling to find the right antidepressants - No smut here, tw for depression and mental health

The Papas comforting reader - No smut here

Mary Goore Headecanons 2.0 - 18+ only

Copia with a curvy reader - Suggestive content, 18+ only

The Papas finding reader wearing their clothes - A little smutty, 18+ only

The Papas with an immature and fun reader - No smut here

Terzo and Copia with a reader who has vasovagal syncope - No smut here, tw for medical conditions

The Papas with an angel reader - No smut here

The Papas with a reader who is scared of sleeping - No smut here

The Papas with a reader who loves to cook - No smut here

Shower/bath sex with the Papas - Smut, 18+ only

The Papas' Pronouns - No smut here

Messy make outs before a show - Suggestive content and a tiny bit smutty, 18+ only

Secondo with a clingy, chatty reader - No smut here

Cowboy Papas - No smut here

Copia confessing to a love interest - No smut here

Nihil with a platonic silly/goofy reader - No smut here

Cardinal Copia receiving a love confession letter from his crush - No smut here

Copia getting head while MOAC plays - Smut, 18+ only

Dominant Copia - Smut, 18+ only

Papas and anal sex - Smut, 18+ only

Papas with a bratty sub - Smut, 18+ only. BDSM dynamics so read with caution

Copia with a reader who watches him become Papa - No smut here

Papas with a plus size reader - Suggestive content, 18+ only

Dad Secondo with a teenager - No smut here

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

Seamstress (No ship)- Fic, no smut here

Copia being punished (No specific ship)- Short stuff, 18+ only

Those Pretty Eyes (Copia, Mary Goore, Aether, Sodo, Swiss, Rain Mountain) - Fic, suggestive content 18+ only

Those Pretty Eyes Part 2 (Cumulus, Cirrus, Sunshine)- Fic, suggestive content 18+ only

Mary Goore loves being pegged (Mary Goore x implied AFAB Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

Tender (Mary Goore x AFAB or AMAB reader) - Fic, 18+ only

Edging Dewdrop (Dewdrop x GN!Reader) - Short stuff, 18+ only

Daddy's Slut (Copia x Aether) - Fic, 18+ only

Bathroom Smut With Secondo (Secondo x GN!Reader) - Short stuff, 18+ only

Never To Let Go (Copia x Mary Goore x GN!Reader) - Fic, no smut here

Terzo x Omega Smut for Christmas 2022 - Short fic, 18+ only

Those Damn Shorts (Copia x Female!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

Night Rain (Mary Goore x GN!Reader) - Fic, no smut here

Soft, Calloused Fingers (Mary x GN!Reader) - Short fic, no smut here

Insecurities (Primo x GN!Reader, Secondo x GN!Reader, Terzo x GN!Reader, Copia x GN!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only for suggestive content

Tell Me, Love is Endless (Mary Goore x GN!Reader) - Fic, no smut here but not suitable for younger readers

Very Much So (Cardinal Terzo x Male!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

The Winner Takes It All (Hinted Secondo x Copia [not related]) - Fic, 18+ only for suggestive flirting

Anything (Mary Goore x Female!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

Boot Rat (Mary Goore x Copia) - Fic, 18+ only

Nectar (Swiss x Aurora) - Fic, 18+ only

Taunting Touch (Mary Goore x Copia) - Fic, 18+ only

Mary kissing thoughts - Short stuff, 18+ only for suggestive content at the end

Mary teaching you guitar - Short stuff, 18+ only for suggestive content

Pretty Boy (Mary Goore x transmasc!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

The Taste Of The Divine (Aether x trans!Copia) - Fic, 18+ only

A Bridge To Your Heart (transmasc!Mary Goore x transmasc!Reader) - Fic, 18+ only

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus (Mary Goore x m!Reader - Fic, 18+ only for suggestive content

#masterlist #ghost masterlist #the band ghost

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soupbabe · 3 years ago

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👓 Paul Dano Cinematic Universe Masterlist 👓

[I have a limited character list, but I plan on adding onto it in the future <3 This will not feature any Real Person x Reader fanfic, do not request such]

Last Updated: 8/3/2023

Calvin Weir-fields (Ruby Sparks)

- Calvin w an S/o That Does Theater

- Full Circle (Post Movie! Calvin, Fic)

- Thrifting with Calvin

- Calvin Writes a Male! Reader to Life

Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine)

- Dwayne Dating Plus Size! Reader

- Dwayne Dating his Opposite!

Edward Nashton (The Batman)

- Chubby! Riddler x Reader Headcanons

- Edward w an S/o That Does Theater

- Chubby! Riddler x Chubby! Reader Headcanons

- Breaking Out of Arkham Headcanons

- Edward with a Quiet and Intimidating! Plus size! Reader

- New Clothes (Chubby! Edward, fic)

- Temperamental (Chubby! Edward, fic)

- Male! Reader Giving Edward Crow Gifts

Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)

- Eli Sunday with a Quiet and Intimidating! Plus size! Reader

- Gardening with Eli

Hank (Swiss Army Man)

- Taking Hank Costume Shopping

- Gardening with Hank

Jay (Okja)

- Jay x Plus Size! Reader Headcanons

- General Jay Relationship Headcanons

- Jay with a Cat-Loving Reader

- Gardening with Jay

Klitz (Girl Next Door)

- General Relationship Headcanons

- An Awakening (Male! Reader, fic)

- Klitz with a Quiet and Intimidating! Plus size! Reader

- Taking Klitz Costume Shopping

*Bonus Character* Eli Brooks (Girl Next Door)

- Eli Brooks with a Quiet and Intimidating! Plus size! Reader

Louis Ives (The Extra Man)

- Welcome Home (fic)

- Louis w an S/o That Does Theater

- Little Spoon (fic)

- You Can Do That? (Genderfluid! Louis, fic)

- Taking Louis Costume Shopping

- Male! Reader Giving Louis Crow Gifts

- Gardening with Louis

- Thrifting with Louis

#masterlist

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xxwhiskeyxx · 2 years ago

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Love Trope February! Plus-Sized: Aether x Reader

(Y/N) and Aether have been friends for a few years since they are the band manger/Copia’s assistant and before that, they had been Terzo’s until he retired, so it’s safe to say they are pretty good friends with everyone in the band. (Y/N) is closest to our lovely Quintessence ghoul and in fact, has had feelings for him since they have met him, but they can never imagine the attractive ghoul to ever even look at them like that. Why you’re asking? (Y/N) is a bit…bigger than most of the other Siblings, they have thick thighs, hips, love handles, and a tummy, all things that they have been made to believe make them undesirable. But little do they know, the thickest ghoul in the band has feelings for the thickest Sibling in the Ministry, he has been in love with them since he first laid eyes on them, but he has a similar fear cause of his thick thighs, tummy, and his pecs that are a little squishier than they should be even with the muscle he has. Along with the fact that Swiss has made it clear he has his sights set on them, why would they want the chunky dad friend when they could have the toned life of the party. Will these two thick lovebirds get together or will Swiss steal away the lovely (Y/N).

4k words

Welcome to the 2nd chubby/plus-sized reader of this series! I had this one planned out long before I made the Alpha one. That one was simply due to the coincidence of YN being Omega's sibling, and I headcanon that Quintessence ghouls are typically quiet thick, both with muscle and fat, so I thought it'd be cool. I tried to not make the fact that YN was chubby/plus-sized, given by their confidence, other than the bitch who tried to insult our lovely YN, but a bad bitch knows their worth and YN don't give a fuck. Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy this, I didn't wanna make this one a basic plus-sized reader fic and have them sniveling about their weight 3 paragraphs in (I am guilty of have another chubby reader where they do cry about their weight, but it's cause of mean bitches). This YN is insecure yes, you'll figure this out quickly, but they also know their worth for the most part, they are a bad bitch who knows how to do their job.

Again no smut, but there is some making out ;)

E/C = Eye color H/C = Hair color Favorite scent = Idk, pick whatever you think you smell like or what you think you'd smell like to a ghoul! There is one gendered nickname but it said "sweet girl/boy" so pick whichever you feel comfier with, if neither than jus say sweet thing in yo mind, its your life, idc whatcha call yourself its your experience

- Love Whiskey <3

Copia and the ghouls had just finished their final bows and tossing out picks and drumsticks, while (Y/N) was finishing up setting up their hotel for the night when they are suddenly tackle hugged from behind before being picked up and spun around by a laughing Swiss, “Put me down you Smiley faced dumbass before you throw your back out!” they screech, clinging to his arms, “Doll, you weigh nothing to me, your lighter than a twinkie, which by the way, I have a stockpile of on the bus that I snagged from the last gas station.” Swiss laughs, as he sets them down, they quickly whirl around and smack his chest. “Just because you guys have super strength compared to humans, doesn’t mean I’ll ever get used to being picked up by you.” they laugh, Swiss just grins as Aether comes up to them, “I see he got to you before I did, can I get a hug too if I promise to not pick you up?” he asks, holding open his arms, “I don’t know you’re pretty sweaty.” they tease, “I am less sweaty than Mountain, who I can easily convince to force you into a nice big ghoul hug.” Aether joking threatens, “Fine, fine, just because I love you.” they laugh, wrapping their arms around the Quintessence ghoul, not noticing how his face flushes a light violet that’s hidden by his mask nor the way Swiss glares at him, Aether simply rolls his eyes and squeezes (Y/N) tight against him, basking in their warmth and softness.

“Alright, get changed and get back on the bus in less than 30 minutes, I will be timing you. Last one on has to room with Copia.” (Y/N) says as they pull away, patting Aether and Swiss on the shoulder before running off to probably check in with Copia and let him know of their now reserved hotel rooms. “I felt how flustered you got Lover Boy, getting all hot and bothered by a simple hug?” Swiss snarks, Aether gives him a look, “No, I did not get ‘hot and bothered’, they just give nice hugs.” he returns, walking towards their shared dressing room, Swiss of course following to keep bothering him. “Oh, I’m sure that’s all it was.” is all he says as he yanks off his stage uniform and mask, tossing the helm onto the couch, and drops his glamor, gold and silver eyes now exposed as his light brown human skin fades to his normal grey, horns also exposed too. Aether says nothing as to not give the Multi anymore ammo.

The pair emerge, Swiss wearing a pair of sweats and a simple black t-shirt while Aether is in black jeans and a half done button up, exposing chest hair, both remasked even with their glamors up. (Y/N) was standing near the door, typing on their phone, probably texting the other ghouls and crew to hurry up or their being left behind, they run a pretty tight ship and even though people have complained to Copia about it, all he says is “(Y/N) has helped us in many ways you don’t see, they’re the reason your sleeping in an actual bed instead of in the crew bus or van tonight so hush or your bed will be given away.” This doesn’t stop the gossip though, insults given towards the curvy Sibling before their back, though most quickly learned not to say anything in front of the ghouls, less they want a trip the hospital with a claim that they got attacked by a mountain lion.

“I see you two finished quickly, head back to the bus, I’ll be there in a few, just have a couple things to finish up.” (Y/N) says, “I’ll stay with them, go ahead mate.” Aether says, nodding for Swiss to go ahead. Even though he clearly wants to argue, Swiss begrudgingly trudges off towards the ghouls bus, “You don’t have to stay Aeth, I’m fine by myself.” (Y/N) tries to insist, but the large ghoul shakes his head, “I’m not gonna let you stand here by yourself, that’s boring and dangerous for someone like you.” he says, (Y/N)’s face falls slightly, “Someone like me?” they ask. Aether realizes his fuck up, “I me..mean someone whose as beautiful as you shouldn’t be left where they could get snatched up.” he says, a blush, once again thankfully hidden by his mask, spreads across his cheeks. The curvy Sibling drops their head to hide their own blush, “You’re just sayin that ya big sweetheart, nobody would want to steal me.” they laugh nervously.

Aether frowns, stepping closer and, with a sudden burst of confidence, he tilts their chin up “I say it cause it’s true, if I had the chance, I’m snatch you right up and steal you for myself.” he teases. The light blush on (Y/N)’s face erupted into a violent red that reaches their ears, “I-” is all they get out when suddenly Sodo, Mountain, and Rain appear, “Hey guys, Copia says that the crew has everything about loaded so we ca.., did we interupt something.” Dew trails off, eyes darting between the human and ghoul, “N..No! Aether said he saw something on my face so he was just looking!” (Y/N) exclaims, its a poor excuse but it’s the first thing that came to mind. “Okay..anyways, he said we can head to hotel if we’re ready and he’ll catch up later.” he finishes.

“Awesome, I was just waiting for you guys so let’s go.” (Y/N) says, quickly turning and walking out the door, the ghouls look between each other, “Did you do something?” Mountain asks, not necessarily accusing but there is a hint of a threat to the question. “No, of course not!” Aether says, groaning as he brings a hand up and rubs down his face, “I..may have called them beautiful and made a joke about stealing them for myself..” he says quietly, face burning with embarrassment. The others stand there for a moment before Sodo and Mountain burst out laughing, “Man, I never thought you’d have the balls to make a move Cupcake, good for you.” Dew cackles, moving to slap the taller ghoul on the shoulder, “I didn’t make a move on them! I just complimented them and made a joke.” he insists, “Yeah yeah, let’s head to the bus, my feet hurt and I want a real bed, me and Rainy have a date.” he say slyly, tail wrapping around the Water ghouls wrist, “Shu..shush Dew, you just said you wanted to room with me so you don’t have deal with the others snoring!” Rain says, letting the smaller guitarist drag him out the door. Mountain pats Aether’s shoulder, “Come on Lover Boy, before Swiss can make a move too.” he says, pulling the Quintessence ghoul with him.

The pair make it back to the bus, (Y/N) was no where in sight, “They immediately ran and seem to be hiding in their bunk.” Sunshine says. Aether decides against bothering them right now, he’ll apologize for overstepping when they get to the hotel. Mountain takes the driver seat and puts in the address (Y/N) had sent to him when he texted asking where he was going, it didn’t take long, only about 20 minutes, to reach the hotel. Sodo bolts out the doors with his bag slung over his shoulder and Rain in tow, (Y/N) follows suit as they quickly dart out to check in and get the keycards. The others make their way in, Aether being the last in so he had the last pick, the girls of course grouped up, Swiss and Mountain paired up (he tried to convince (Y/N) to room with him but they said “Hell no, last time we roomed together, I woke up to you sprawled naked on my bed with Sodo!”), and of course Rain and Sodo. Copia tends to get a room to himself unless either the hotel doesn’t have enough room or (Y/N) decides to punish a ghoul (and Copia by extension) by making them room with Papa.

“I guess we’re together then.” Aether says, (Y/N) nods, hiding their red face as they duck down to grab their bag, “Yeah, room 207, the other’s are spaced throughout the hall except for Sodo and Rain, they’re right next to us.” they grimace. “Oh no, I’d say let’s hope they don’t fuck but we both know Dew can never keep it in his pants and Rain can never say no to being fucked.” Aether jokes, trying to lighten the mood, the human laughs as they make their way to the elevator. They hit the button to take them to the right floor, standing next to the buttons with Aether on the otherside, there is an awkward silence as the elevator ascends. Just as Aether got the courage to speak, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, “Come on, this way.” (Y/N) says, lugging their bag as they start walking down the hallway, he sighs and follows. Soon they stop outside the door labeled 207, opening the door using the keycard and holding the door so Aether can enter.

Once they have their things set on their chosen beds, (Y/N) flops down with a groan, kicking off their boots, “Fuck, I never thought today would end!” they say loudly, throwing their arms up before letting them flop back above their head. “You’re telling me, it felt like today’s Ritual was 5 hours long! Papa kept going on and on during his monologues, I swear he makes them longer each time.” Aether groans, plopping onto his own bed after kicking off his own boots and tossing his mask onto the nightstand. Theres a beat of silence before they try to speak, “I’m so-”, “Wan-”, they look at each other and laugh, “Go ahead Aeth, yours sounds more important.” (Y/N) insists, sitting up and crisscrossing their legs, “Okay, I just wanted to say sorry if I overstepped earlier, I do legitimately think your beautiful (Y/N), I wasn’t messing with you.” he says, fiddling with his tail nervously.

The curvy human stares at the ghoul in shock, no one had really complimented them outside of the ghouls, who all insisted that they were gorgeous and even called ‘smoking fucking hot’ by Sodo, who had winked at them, but they never took them seriously, thinking that they were just trying to make them feel better. But the way Aether apologized and the look of pure seriousness on his face makes them believe that he is telling the truth.

“You didn’t overstep Aether, don’t worry, I just..am not used to someone complimenting me and then saying something so…I don’t know, like they want me.” they explain, crossing their arms across their stomach in an act of self-comfort. “Oh honey, your absolutely gorgeous, you have to have all the Brother’s and Sister’s back home lining up at your door.” he insists, (Y/N) laughs, “Your funny Aeth, most of the other Siblings avoid me if you haven’t notice..most of them think I’m either stuck up due to my position or that I’m hideous, for obvious reasons.” they say, gesturing to their body. Aether frowns, standing up from his bed and walking over to the human. Sitting in front of them and grabbing their hands gently and with possibly the softest look they have ever seen in their life, he says “(Y/N), never call yourself hideous. You are the furthest thing from even the word ugly, you are breathtaking, forgive me if I’m being too much, but the second I saw you, I swear I thought you were a fallen angel, you are so beautiful you rival the angels themselves.” (Y/N) stares at the ghoul, mouth open in shock, Aether continues, “You might just be the most enchanting creature I have ever laid eyes on and anyone who says your less than gorgeous, then they have to be blind.” he finishes, taking a deep breath.

(Y/N) is close to tears, simply staring at the Quintessence ghoul, the feeling of butterflies in their stomach when the ghoul had grabbed their hands turned into a swarm of hornets with bashfulness. Aether’s cheeks are covered in a violet hue as his own butterflies turn into a tornado of nerves, he decides to just say fuck it and land the final blow, “What I guess I’m saying is, I love you (Y/N), more than anything on Earth or in the Pit. You are exquisite and I hope you feel the same because I don’t know what I will do if I can’t hold you in my arms or kiss you.” he says, royal eyes staring in (E/C), his tail nervously flicking behind him.

A deep silence fills the room, the human never expected Aether to ever feel the same way for them that they did for him, his confession shocked them into silence, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The ghoul takes their silence as rejection, ears lower and tail drooping, he starts to pull away, but before he can, (Y/N) grabs his face and presses their lips to his, eyes shut tightly as they try to express all the emotions they feel for him through their connected lips. Aether freezes for a moment, but quickly melts into the kiss, tangling his fingers into (H/C) locks as he pulls them closer.

The kiss turns hungry as (Y/N) tugs Aether closer to them, their hands migrating down to wrap around his neck, playing with the small strands of hair at the base of his skull. The large ghouls growls lightly as he hovers above the human, nipping at their lip, eliciting a gasp from them, before slipping his forked tongue into their mouth, their wet muscles fighting for dominance before choosing to simply tangle together as Aether strokes a hand down their side, slipping a hand under their shirt. This makes (Y/N) gasp and pull away, instinctively grabbing the intruding hand, “I..I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m quite ready to..go that far yet..I’m sorry if I seem like a baby.” they whisper, a look of shame overtaking their face.

But before they could look away, Aether grabs their chin, forcing them to look him into the eye. Pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek then their forehead, “(Y/N), my love, I completely understand, never apolgize for establishing a boundary. I should be the one apologizing for trying to push things, I’m sorry for that.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to their swollen lips. He rolls off of them, choosing to lay next to them instead. (Y/N) turns to look at him, but before they can speak, he presses a finger to their lips, “If your thinking I would ever possibly be disgusted by your body, think again, I could never be anything but aroused by such a sexy body. But I am not going to force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, if you rather, we can simply cuddle or I can go back to my bed if you’d prefer?” he states, grabbing a small hand and kissing their knuckles. “No, please stay. Cuddling would be nice.” they say softly, grabbing the guitarists hand and pulling it to place their own kisses. Aether smiles at the adorable sight, he grunts as he shifts to instead lean against the pillows, opening his arms in offering for them to lay against him. (Y/N) grins, squirming up to snuggle against the Quintessence ghoul, who wraps his arms around them and nuzzles his face against their hair, sighing contently as he inhales the smell of their (perfume/cologne) and their own scent of (favorite smells).

This is where they remain for a long time, simply basking in the warmth of each other, sharing soft kisses and then trailing them elsewhere, hands do wonder a tad but only over top of the clothing. Eventually (Y/N) speaks, “I think we both need to shower and change before we sleep, I don’t fancy falling asleep in jeans and the shirt I’ve been wearing all day.” Aether groans but he knows their right, he may have changed but he still smells like sweat and he doesn’t like sleeping in jeans either. He insists (Y/N) showers first, saying he’ll find a movie for them to watch while he waits, the Sibling presses a quick kiss to his lips before rolling out of his arms and off the bed, ‘Fuck I always sleep in shorts..well it’s not like he’s never seen me in them before.’ they think to themselves as they gather a pair of black, loose sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, along with their toiletries, (possibly stolen from the ghoul currently in their bed, but they’ll never admit it) as Aether grabs the hotel tv’s remote and turns it on, some random tv show starts blaring from the speakers as they close the bathroom door.

(Y/N) makes quick work of showering, saving brushing their teeth once they eat, reminding themselves to mention ordering food to the room (that is what they were originally going to ask Aether about earlier) before the ghoul gets in the shower. Opening the door as a cloud of steam escapes the bathroom, they exit and toss their dirty clothes next to their overnight bag, Aether is lounging on the bed, watching some MTV show, when he turns to look at them. He can’t help the way he looks up and down the curvy Siblings body, eyes hungrily taking in their thick, bare thighs and the way their hips follow the curve of their love handles, “Eyes up here mister.” (Y/N) says in a jokingly serious tone, crossing their arms. Aether chuckles, standing up from the bed, coming over to wrap his arms around their waist, “Sorry sweetheart, you just look so good.” he says, pressing a kiss to their neck. They laugh, pushing him away, “No way buster, you’re still stinky and I just got clean.” they say, Aether whines but obeys, walking over to his own bag to grab some clothes for after his shower.

“By the way, are you hungry? I was going to ask earlier before…all that happened. Wanna order food before you get in the bathroom?” (Y/N) asks, jumping on the bed and grabbing their phone, pulling up Doordash and scrolling through the options, “Yeah sure, what’s around?” Aether asks as he grabs his bathroom things, pair of sweats under his arm. “Uhhh, fast food, burger joint, Chiles, and some Mexican place.” (Y/N) replies, “I’m good with anything, you pick.” he says, “Chiles?” they offer, “Sounds good, remember my usual?” Aether asks as he walks to the bathroom. “Yeah, still have it saved from last time!” (Y/N) chirps, already adding their order to the cart.

They place the order, and it arrives a few minutes after Aether gets out of the bathroom. They eat on the bed while watching some Adam Sandler movie that had popped up. Once they finished, they somehow shoved all of the trash into the small trashcan next to the dresser holding the TV and brushed their teeth before snuggling under the covers. (Y/N) with their head on the ghoul's soft chest, arms wrapped around him, while Aether has one arm around their back while he fiddles with the TV. Eventually, they fall asleep with the TV still droning on in the background.

The next morning, Aether wakes up first. He is at first confused by the feeling of a body pressed against his since he knows he was sharing with (Y/N), but then everything that had happened the night before comes flying back, he had confessed and (Y/N) reciprocated. They slept together in the same bed, (Y/N) is cuddled up on top of him, seemingly having moved in their sleep, head tucked into his neck and laying between his legs. He lets a dopey smile overtake his face as he gently hugs the human closer, rubbing his cheek against their hair and wrapping his tail around their thigh. Today was a simple travel day, so while they didn’t have to exactly rush, they didn’t have all day to lay in bed before Sodo and/or Swiss came banging on the door, demanding they let them in, usually ending up with the ghouls in one or both of their beds, cuddling into whoever their chosen victim was and making them late.

Aether chooses to let (Y/N) sleep a little longer, not wanting to ruin this moment just yet. The TV was still on, playing some random soap opera now, he chooses to watch for a little while as he takes in the warmth and softness of his new partner. Once the commercial break starts, he decides to wake them, “(Y/N), my love, it’s time to wake up.” he calls softly, pressing kisses across the bits of face he could reach, earning a groan on protest as the human tucks in further, trying to escape the albeit pleasant wakening but not wanting to wake up yet, “5 more minutes.” they whine. “No sweet girl/boy, you need to wake up, unless you want Dewdrop and Swiss to bust down the door and see you in those sexy shorts.” he purrs, nipping at their now-exposed ear. This gets a yelp and a cracked (E/C) eye at him, suddenly their head shoots up as they realize their positioning, but before the anxious human can move off of him, Aether wraps his arms tighter around them, “Ah Ah, I just wanted you to wake up, I didn’t ask you to move did I?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Ar..aren’t I too heavy?” they ask, “No, not at all darling, now stay put unless you’re getting up to use the bathroom.” he states, they huff but accept the situation, laying back down as they grab their phone from where it was charging.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) has to get up to use the bathroom when there is a sudden rapid knocking on their door, “Aeth, (Y/N)! Open up, lemme innnnn!” Sodo’s whine comes through the door, Aether groans as (Y/N) opens the door, “Did you have to let the Gremlin in?” Aether asks, Dew simply sticks out his tongue, “You two love me, you can’t deny it.” he snarks as he wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist. “Someone woke up extra clingy this morning, did snuggling with Rainy all night not meet your quota?” (Y/N) teases, hugging the Fire ghoul back, “He kicked me out of his bed claiming I was trying to start stuff, I can’t help he has such a squeezable ass!” Sodo whines, “Don’t worry Aeth, yours is the best” he says with a wink to the Quintessence ghoul who flips him off.

This is when the normally oblivious ghoul becomes quite perspective, he takes in how there was clearly only one bed used, the other only having slightly ruffled sheets from when Aether had sat on it for a minute, “Aeth did you finally tell them?!” he asks, mouth dropping open, looking between the human he’s hugging and the other ghoul. “Yes, I did. So don’t be getting any funny ideas ya little shit.” Aether grumbles from the bed, “(Y/N), you seriously got with Beefcake over here? You could’ve had your pick of the litter!” Sodo whines, the human laughs, pulling away to sit next to their partner, “Yes, I did. Love you Dew, but Aether is the comfiest thing I have ever slept on, no offense but I’m pretty sure my ass would break any of the rest of you.” they say with a wink. The Fire ghoul smirks as he joins the pair on the bed, wiggling his way into Aether’s lap, “Don’t say that before you try it Marshmellow, you’d find I can handle quite a lot~” he purrs, earning a tug on his tail by an annoyed Quintessence ghoul, “Their mine, hands to yourself unless otherwise told so Spice Boy.” Aether growls though he hugs the Gremlin closer. (Y/N) laughs and lies next to the ghouls, taking in what they hope is the first of many fun and cuddly mornings.

#aether x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #aether ghoul #love trope febraury #plus sized reader #aether x plus sized reader #aether x chubby reader #whiskey's burbling barrel #fuck this is so good #please i am so touch starved

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chxrrysangel · 3 years ago

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It's Not Gonna Fit

Summary | Like always, you chose fashion over practicality. On your way to a party, Loki stops you in your tracks, realizing your halfway to a human popsicle. He offers you his sweater, but that couldn’t be farther from what you want right now.

Relationship | Loki x plus size reader

Word Count | 1,077 words

Warnings | soft Loki, fluff, conversation about body image and insecurities

Notes | I saw a TikTok about this subject and related to it a lot. So I thought I’d write something about it. Remember you are all beautiful gems, at any size. <3

The cold wind blows past us, the burn of icicles moving through my thin clothes like holes in swiss cheese. Teeth chattering, i hug my cardigan tighter, desperate for some kind of warmth. I try to keep it together, knowing how worried Loki can become about me. But unfortunately, the way my body shivers doesn't go unnoticed. Loki stops in his tracks, worry etched onto his features.

Fuck.

"Are you cold?" My body becomes rigid at his words, knowing the exact kind of trouble I’m about to be in.

"No, let's keep walking. I'm fine."

I barely make it two steps before Loki’s pulling me back towards him. Face to face, cyan eyes flicker back and forth over my features, almost like he’s psychoanalyzing me. His judgmental gaze makes me cower in fear.

“C’mon. We’re going back to car.” Loki grabs my hand and pulls me along, giving no opportunity to process. I need to think of something, fast.

“Loki I promise, I’m fine. It’s really nothing, just a strong wind.”

Loki stops abruptly in the middle of the icy parking lot, causing me to nearly fall into him. He turns around to face me, eyes blazing with anger and stance rigid. Oh he’s mad.

“Look around y/n! It’s like -5 °C(23 °F) and the roads look like something straight out of Jotunheim. And don’t tell me you’re fine, that’s bullshit! Darling, you were shaking like a leaf!” I don’t respond, knowing how right he is.

Satisfied with my lack of argument, he sighs in delight, blowing out a puff of white breath amidst the freezing air. He grabs my hand again, resuming our journey back to his car.

“Why are we going back anyways?”

“To get you a bloody sweater so my girlfriend doesn’t freeze half to death. That alright with you?”

My blood runs cold at his mention of a sweater, kicking my desperation into overdrive. I begin to tug my arm from his grasp, hoping he’ll get annoyed enough to stop and turn around. But he only holds onto me tighter.

“Why are you being so bratty anyways? Do you want to freeze? Is that what you desire?”

I mumble just under my breath, “it’s not gonna fit.”

It’s just low enough that it’s barely comprehensible. But, he stops dead in his tracks at my response. Of course he heard me, he’s a fucking god. He probably has supersonic hearing or something.

“What did you just say?” He turns around, giving me a look as though I just stabbed him in the heart.

“Nothing. I said nothing.”

“No love, I heard what you said. I just wanna know if you’re willing to repeat it.”

“Loki, never mind. Don’t worry about it, let’s just go. We’re already late as is.”

“I don’t give a shit if we’re late, what are you on about?,” he spits.

I stand there, silent and slightly embarrassed.

“What do you mean it’s not gonna fit?”

I give him a look. There’s no way he’s this stupid. I’ve seen him learn and explain quantum physics in a single afternoon.

“Loki, don’t be stupid. You know what I mean.” I make another attempt to turn around, but he stops me all the same.

“No, I don’t.” Tears begin to prickle in my eyes, frustrated and annoyed with my boyfriend.

“Loki. Are you fucking kidding me? Are you blind?—” I motion between our bodies, before continuing my assault.“—We literally walk around together like the fucking number 10, and you have the audacity to ask why I’m worried about your sweatshirt fitting?”

Loki seems taken aback my words, stepping back a little as though our close distance is too much. Does he really not know? Or does he just pretend not to notice? Either way, that hurts.

“Will you just humor me for two seconds?”

“And why would I do that? I know it’s not gonna fit.”

“You’re stubborn you know that? Extremely, painfully stubborn.”

“You knew that when you met me. So what? That doesn’t change how I’m not trying on the sweater. Now will you please let us go? I’m sure Thor, Jane, Nat, and Steve are dying to know where we are.”

I watch as my boyfriend’s fists bunch at his sides, desperate to find some calm.

“Darling,” he begins by raising his voice at me, “will you just try the bloody sweater on? For me?” He’s clearly not giving this up. By the end, he’s speaking just barely above a whisper.

“If I try on the sweater, will you shut up and let us leave? So that maybe, I can begin our night of drinking and nachos sooner rather than later?”

He steps to the side, motioning towards to open trunk of the car. I don’t know why he keeps pushing this. It’s not like I don’t know my own body, or what fits me. Never that. I pull the black sweatshirt with gold lettering out from the back, unfolding it. Odinson. Loki took his adopted father’s surname after he passed almost two years ago. I bought him this sweater to commemorate it.

Huffing in annoyance, I gather my hair up and pull the fabric over my head and down my body. Turning to Loki, I give him a pissed off look while he watches me with an annoying smile.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t fit. Can we go now?”

“Doll, are you not seeing what I’m seeing?”

“What?” He takes his pointer finger, motioning down my body. I follow his lead, seeing something I never thought would happen. I gasp and tears begin to well in my eyes, but I choke them down. I don’t care if my mascara is waterproof, I’m not crying.

“It…it fits.” I’m in disbelief. This has never happened before.

Loki saunters over to me, incasing my body in his arms and resting his chin atop my head. His warmth cradles me, filling my body with heat and comfort. I’m engulfed in his scent : sandalwood, the slight smell of citrus, hints of leather, and lavender. It feels like home.

“Darling, I’m 6’4. I’m a giant. Don’t ever, ever doubt if something I own can fit you. You’re beautiful, in every size and shape. And I would do anything to make sure you’re reminded of that. Now come on, let’s go get wasted.”

He kisses the top of my head, before incasing my hand in his, stringing me back towards the building and party ahead.

#loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x plus size reader #plus sized reader #marvel headcanons #marvel au #loki laufeyson x reader

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emeritus-fuckers · 2 years ago

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emeritus-fuckers masterlist (humans)

Multicharacter (more than 3 characters)

"Papas" post all include Papa I, II, III, IV as well as young and old Nihil unless otherise specified.

Papas comforting you after a heartbreak during your birthday party headcanonsil)

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Papas reacting to their s/o messing up an Italian pet name

Papas comforting their depressed s/o (headcanons + drabble)

Rainy days in bed with the Papas (headcanons)

Papas dealing with their s/o's baby fever (headcanons)

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Papa's reacting to their s/o singing another Papa's song (headcanons, young Nihil excluded)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Papas comforting a dysphoric trans-masc reader (headcanons)

Papas and their weddings (headcanons)

Yandere Papas (+ Sister Imperator) with a yandere darling

Yandere Papas with an angel darling

Yandere vampire Papas (old and young Nihil merged into one)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples (headcanons)

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Yandere Papas with a darling who's already in a relationship (headcanons)

A kink for every Papa

Papas and safewords

Papas with a drag performer s/o

Papas with an afab s/o who gets horny during ovulation (headcanons)

Papas self-harm comfort (headcanons)

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Papas with a darling who has extreme health anxiety

Papas self-harm comfort mini drabbles

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father (link to be added)

Papas with an s/o who walks with a cane due to a bum ankle (link to be added)

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating (link to be added)

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o (link to be added)

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily (Link to be added)

Character exclusive content

Primo

„Butterflies” ♡ Primo x reader oneshot (fluff)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Primo's love for gardening (headcanon)

Younger Primo headcanons

Cardinal Primo and an ex-catholic s/o (headcanons)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (for link see Primo's master list)

Kissing Primo's tummy after a ritual (fluff drabble) (for link see Primo's master list)

Secondo

“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

„Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader oneshot (smut)

Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Secondo's hair (headcanon)

Secondo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Soft Secondo headcanons

Yandere Secondo headcanons

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o (headcanons)

Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves (headcanons)

Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Secondo taking his darling's virginity (headcanons)

Fluffy Secondo headcanons

House husband Secondo concept

Secondo's piercings (headcanons, includes a picture of male genitalia)

Secondo SA comfort drabble (TW: mentions of sexual assault.) (link to be added)

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut TW:Dub-con) (link to be added)

Terzo

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere)

“Cirice” ♡ Terzo x afab!Reader oneshot (yandere)

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o (headcanons)

Terzo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

Yandere Terzo taking his s/o's virginity (headcanons)

What would slow dancing with Terzo feel like?

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

Terzo with a cardiophile s/o (headcanons)

(Slight)DDLG Yandere Terzo headcanons

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Terzo as a dad headcanons

Copia

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons (link to be added)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (link to be added)

Nihil

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

Old Papa Nihil birthday fluff (headcanons + oneshot)

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o (oneshot)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Fatherhood (headcanon, angst)

A short compilation of Nihil misinterpreting stuff (includes both old and young)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both old and young)

Papa Nihil's reaction to his s/o's depressive episode (includes old and young)

Old Nihil headcanons (Link to be added)

A drabble of Young Nihil fucking up again… (Link to be added)

Sister Imperator

Sister Imperator NSFW headcanons (applying to both young and old)

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons (includes both young and old)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Sister Imperator general headcanons

Father Jim Defroque

Father Jim DeFroque NSFW headcanons

Headcanons about Father Jim DeFroque (SFW and NSFW mixed)

More Father Jim Defroque headcanons (link to be added)

Yandere Father Jim Defroque headcanons

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

Father DeFroque's pet lashing out because of drug addiction

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque with a darling from the Ministry

Getting fucked in church by Father Jim Defroque (drabble?)

Father Jim Defroque's kinks (link to be added)

Other headcanons (mostly world-building)

When were the Papas + Sister Imperator born? (theory/headcanons)

The "Would that make Primo sad?" rule

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

Creepy Twins headcanons

Protecting children (headcanon)

Two Ministries (headcanon)

Nihil's sons and their reaction to his health problems

The Ghenis™

How does the Ministry function? Headcanon (link to be added)

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #sister imperator #father jim defroque

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Pirates

Halloween Special

Dallas Winston x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1664 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader wants to get Dally dressed up as a pirate like her for a Halloween party. He eventually gives in and ends up having too much fun

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Buck had a Halloween party every year.

For a lot of people, especially in your close knit circle, it was the it day of the year and you weren't going to miss it. While you acknowledged that Buck saw every holiday as nothing more than an excuse to get everyone together to finish a keg or two, Halloween was your favorite holiday.

It wasn't something you had in common with a lot of your friends, who saw a party as a party, no matter what it was for, but at least they were going to partake.

If nothing else, they would make some attempt to dress up, that Buck had assured you.

However, as excited as you were for the party itself, you found yourself even more interested in the costume element of the Halloween party. Buck had made it very clear that he was going to be dressing up like a hippie, something you couldn't wait to see.

...And if Buck was dressing up, that mean you all had to as well.

It was essentially a requirement to get in, but even knowing that, you knew convincing your boyfriend Dallas wasn't going to be easy. He had never been one to go out of his comfort zone, or do anything he thought would make him look stupid.

You were sure that he wouldn't partake in some couples costume business, even if you tried to get him to do so.

He was hard headed like that.

Even still, you rushed toward the corner store in anxious excitement, having just finished your shift at the dinner, with one thing on your mind.

You had been perusing the windows of a new pop up Halloween shop for days on your way to work and while most of the stuff you saw there didn't really interest you all that much, there was one thing you hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

All week, you'd had your eye on a couple pirate costumes that looked straight out of Swiss Family Robinson, and you wanted to get them more than anything. You were just sure that it would be a hit.

The only thing stopping you was Dallas.

Even as you walked down the dark isles, looking at character masks and goofy props, you felt sure that there was no way in the world that you were going to be able to get your greaser boyfriend in something like that.

He would probably just laugh in your face like he had a habit of doing when he thought you were out of your depth. Though, not even your confidence in that stopped you from grabbing a costume from the rack in his size, as well as one in your own.

It was perfect.

Besides, you were so happy when you left there, skipping down the street that not even the fact that you may be going to Buck's party entirely alone didn't bother you. You just allowed yourself to ride the wave you were on, watching cars go past.

It wasn't until you turned the corner to Buck Merrill's place that you started to actually get nervous about proposing your idea to Dallas. He'd made it pretty clear that he wasn't even much of a fan of Halloween in the first place.

For all you knew, he'd throw a fit and refuse to attend at all.

You didn't hesitate as you knocked on Buck's front door, confident that Dally was already there and he'd be expecting you at some point. This was always your first stop after work, knowing how rarely Dal actually went to his parent's place.

He'd been staying with his rodeo partner for as long as you two had been an item and after a couple weeks, Buck had adapted pretty quickly to your presence in his place. At this point, he didn't even question it when you showed up.

After a few moments the door swung open, the lanky blonde standing behind it with that gapped smile you'd grown so used to.

"Hi Buck. Is Dal upstairs?" you asked, handing him the mornings paper as you passed him into the house, barely pausing before heading up the flight of stairs toward where you knew he'd be. Really, you didn't even need to ask, using that as a greeting more than anything.

Still, when the male nodded, you thanked him and headed up fully until you found yourself at Dally's door.

You knew that he'd be waiting for you, just like he did every day, but you hesitated slightly, terrified of how he'd react. You stood there for a minute or so, clutching the paper bag in your arms before opening it.

Whatever happened, you knew that you were overreacting. No matter how bad a fit Dally threw over this whole thing, you would still be able to go to the party, wearing the costume you enjoyed so much.

"What took ya so long?" he grumbled, rolling over in bed to find you standing there in the doorway, his shirt tossed across the room along with his belt and work boots. Dal always paid close attention to how long it took you to get back from work, a bit paranoid ever since you had a bit of a run in with some socs a few months back.

As aloof as he sometimes appeared, Dallas really did love you and he had no idea what he'd do if something happened to you. Frankly, he was just about to head out on his own to go track you down when you showed up.

"Sorry Dal, made a stop on my way back" you shrugged, tossing the male the lighter from the nightstand that he'd left there, which he caught without a second thought. He sat up against the wall, lighting himself a cancer stick mindlessly.

You always told him you thought that was a nasty habit, but he didn't care too much for listening to you about it. In his eyes, you were just listening too much to the gossip at the dinner. All those old birds liked to complain about their husband's smoking problem.

"What for?" he wondered then, taking note of the bag you were holding. He had no idea what could have been so important that you made him worry, but that all melted away as soon as he saw what you were holding.

It had to be a joke.

"Nope. Not gonna happen" he scoffed, not even giving you a chance to try and make a case for yourself before he refused. There was no way he would ever be caught dead in that, the guys would never let him live it down.

"Please Dal, just try it! It's cute" you tried, holding the bag out to him which he took with a heavy sigh, still not convinced. It wasn't until you pulled out the bag that contained your matching costume that his interest was peaked.

It was cute.

It had a starch white blouse and a red pleather skirt that would have made your mother call the pastor, along with a cute tricornered hat that was inevitably too big for you. As much as Dallas didn't like the idea of what was happening, he did want to see you in that.

"One condition" he started, rubbing his brow as he looked you up and down. Uh oh.

That was what Dally always did when he was up to no good. Normally that was enough to make you abandon whatever half-baked idea you'd cooked up, but you were desperate. You wanted to have a good time at the party.

"What is it?" you wondered, rolling your eyes, your hand falling on your hip as you waited. He could be so dramatic sometimes.

After a few moments, he smirked. "You put that on, and maybe I'll try it" he suggested, cocking his head to the side, a wide smile playing on his lips. He was up to something, you knew he was, but that was quite the offer.

If there was even a small chance that Dally would put the costume on for the party, you were going to do whatever it took, and you both knew it. So, you rolled your eyes again and started unbuttoning your dress.

You should have known this was where the whole thing was going, and thinking about it, you laughed. "You're a dog, you know that don't you, Winston?" you teased, fetching the costume from the bag and pulling it on.

It took just a little adjusting over your frame, your thighs taking up more of the skirt than you'd anticipated, but over all it was really cute...something you confirmed by turning around to show it off to the waiting male.

He practically choked on the cigarette at that, taking in every bit of the view in front of him. You looked real good, and it took all he had not to blurt that out like a dunce.

"It'll work" he decided after a few seconds, turning away to crack open a beer. After that, he didn't look back up directly, taking sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't until you scoffed that he met your gaze.

"That's it? Aren't you going to tell me if you'll go or not?" you hummed, reminding him why you'd done this all in the first place.

There was silence for a moment.

Dallas glanced up at you with a small twinkle of mischief in his eyes, before speaking again. "I'll wear it, but you best take it off before I ruin it" he teased, winking at you in that way he always did that flustered you and twisted your tongue.

That was one way to put it.

You weren't entirely sure if he was bluffing or not, but you knew him well enough not to question it. For all you knew, Dallas was telling the truth and you'd have to go out and find a new costume before the party.

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zankivich · 5 years ago

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Neighbors: Shawn x Plus-Size Reader: Epilogue Part 2: The End

a/n: I can’t believe this story is done. It gave me so much happiness and so much goodness just to get to know these two characters and to get to be a part of how they loved. When I first started this story I really just wanted to see myself. I had just started liking Shawn and I couldn’t envision myself in his world yet, not that I need to be there, but that a part of my young little fangirl heart really needed. It was such an honor to write this story. I hope it meant something to you. It sure as hell meant something to me. K bye.

*Shawn’s point of view*

When the morning sickness comes, it comes with a fucking vengance. It’s like clock work. Every night by three am she’s up out of bed, with her head in the toilet. So, every night by three am he’s got her legs in his lap while her head is in the toilet. For a while she can’t keep anything down, and it worries him endlessly. She loses some weight, which just seemed like the opposite of what was supposed to happen, so he begs her to go to the doctor, and she obliges him. He switches to flying exclusively on the private jet, just so she can come with him on the off chance he needs to leave home. At that point he would’ve done anything to make her more comfortable.

And that’s the good news. He read horror stories about the strain that pregnancy could put on a marriage or a relationship. Mostly because he was buying any pregnancy book he could get his hands on at that point. His own mother had told both of them a detailed account of the time she threw a sandwich at his father’s head because it didn’t have mayo on it. A sandwich. But y/n seemed to lean on him more than ever. Instead of pushing him away, she felt like she could rely on him, and she wasn’t afraid to ask him for things anymore. He loved it.

He’s in a studio session with Teddy and Scott trying to figure out how to do whatever it is that they do again when she calls him. He’s in the booth, mid vocal and everything, but he leaves his phone on just in case she needs him.

“Baby? What’s wrong, is the baby okay?” he asked slipping his headphones off to hear her better.

Her voice is small like she might get in trouble.

“Yea, the baby is fine. Sorry, I know I keep scaring you every time I call.”

“No. No, I want you to call every time. No matter what. What’s up?”

“Well….it’s just that I was really craving french fries.” She mumbled. “And so I was kinda hoping you might want to meet for lunch today?”

Literally the cutest human on the face of the planet.

He chuckled. “I’d love to. Where you do you wanna go?”

“We can figure that out when you pick me up from work, just bring the fries with you.”

“You want the fries before lunch?”

“Yes. Yes. I do.”

Of course she did.

“I’ll be there in an hour okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you.”

He gets off the phone and finally stares up through the window of the booth where his friends have all heard him completely ditch his recording session to take his person french fries. He smiled and waved, but they were not impressed. And thus were the trials of pregnancy.

***

y/n’s pov

No one prepares you for the sex thing. In all of the stories from Shawn’s parents, from Zubein and his wife, hell even your mom on occasion, no one had ever mentioned that you were going to turn into a boarderline sex addict in your second trimester. And certainly no one told you that your person, your human, your love, was going to not want to touch you. No one ever told you about that shit.

When the morning sickness lets up, and you can finally stomach food again, some cravings naturally start to pop up. Not that nasty pickles and peanut butter shit, but like real food. For instance once at four o’clock in the morning, you needed to have your famous yellow cake with chocolate swiss meringue, which meant Shawn needed to make it for you right there and then. It was terrible. He nearly set the kitchen on fire. But he took you to a 24/7 diner and bought you chocolate chip pancakes and let you snuggle into his sweater, so honestly it was a win win type scenario. After the weird cravings comes an absolute fire in your loins. Your lobido fucking skyrocketed and there wasn’t much you could think of to help besides him.

Morning times meant sharing the shower with each other to spend time together before you both went to work. When you see him standing there beneath the showerhead, his curls soaking wet and the water flowing over his belly and down his thighs your body naturally had questions of the dick variety.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, lips pressing against his skin into a smile.

“Someone’s happy this morning.” He chuckled.

“You have no idea.” You hummed. “Shawn?”

He turned in your arms, hands immediately going to your belly instead of any other part of your body.

“Yea, sweetheart?”

You frowned slightly and lifted up onto your tiptoes to kiss at his jaw. “Can we have a little fun before work? I don’t have any meetings this morning.”

“O--Oh...But I gotta get to the studio, honey.”

You shook your head tugging him closer. “It can wait. Please? It’s been a while.”

You weren’t used to having to...beg. It felt kind of beneath you. Years of Shawn getting a whiff of your shampoo and knocking you into the headboard had made you grow soft. Shawn had never turned you down before. Not without it eventually leading to sex. This was your new territory. And quite frankly you were not a fan.

“I’m sorry, love. I really do have to go the studio okay? We can talk when you get home from work.”

He kissed your forehead and leaned down to kiss your stomach before he was out of the shower so fast you weren’t so sure he’d been there to begin with. It was….odd.

You had like...girlfriends now. After your reawakening at twenty-six, you had taken it upon yourself to be more intentional about creating relationships with people. It resulted it in some really incredible friendships. The kind of friendships where you didn’t feel bad relying on people, didn’t feel like a burden on them because they never let you. Enter your friends Cynthia and Taylor.

y/n: Can we do a woman’s lunch today tbh? My person is ruining my life.

Cynthia: WHAT HE DO? You want us to cut him?

Taylor: Down kitty. You have to stop threatening to cut people. Let’s do lunch, you can vent to us. We’ll fix it!

y/n: God, I love you both. Yay.

You leave work early and wobble your ass off to lunch with your bitches. Shawn texts to check in twice before noon, but both times are of the baby variety and nothing more. You get a little angrier each time. And then you sit down at lunch and your best friends order cocktails and you get even angrier. Ugh.

“I can’t believe I let a man impregnate me.” You huff stabbing your fork into your salad. “I really let him catch me slipping. The patriarchy. Disgusting.”

Taylor snorted. “I quite love the fact that your second trimester is full of feminist rants by the way. I find it to be very entertaining.”

“Well I’m glad that we’re all revelling in my misery. I’m glad I’m providing quality content for the both of you.” You grumbled. “It’s fucking cold. My tits are numb and I hate everything.”

Cynthia chortled. “Girl you are on one today. Why don’t you just tell us what the hell happened?”

You squirmed slightly in your seat. The frustration was taking its toll on your body and your emotions. You’d had enough and it wasn’t even just Shawn at this point. You were just...angry.

“I have an eight ounce sirloin steak kicking at my uterus. I’ve gained twenty pounds. My mother-in-law sewed spandex into my jeans the other day. I ran into a door and my boobs are so sore I cried for thirty minutes. And I haven’t even been at work for four hours. I’m annoyed okay. And all I wanted ...the only thing I really wanted was an orgasm! Is that too much to ask for?”

Cynthia, and this is why you loved her with everything in you, followed you for every word. As if she just knew what you were saying and agreed with you endlessly. She was a ride or die through and through. A beautiful, ethereal black woman with a brilliant afro and these badass circular rimmed glasses that were gold and complimented her skin perfectly. She was beautiful. And vibrant. And loud. And completely unapologetic.

“Yes. I mean that’s what you deserve. For sure.” She shrugged. “So, he couldn’t make you cum, is that it? Men. The worst.”

“”Couldn’t?!’ He didn’t even try. He won’t touch me unless it’s my stomach, or talking to the baby. I am no longer his life partner, I am no longer his lover, I am just a vessel for a baby. And that’s it.”

Taylor was the thinker of the group. She was damn near a philosopher. When you needed advice, she was the one you went to. Taylor was Canadian born and raised, but her parents were turkish immigrants. She was similarly incredibly gorgeous. She was thick in every sense of the word. Thick in her thighs. Thick in her hair. Thick in her eyebrows. She was a beautiful Brown dream. And you were just quite honestly stunned by their beauty most of the time.

“So… let’s backtrack. You’re frustrated, of course. You’re in the middle of your second trimester. Emotions are rampant. Let’s focus on what’s really irritating you.” She murmured.

“Shawn. Shawn is really irritating me.”

“Okay. And Shawn is really irritating because why?”

“Because...Because I need to cum.” You sputtered. “He’s always made me cum. Why would he choose now of all times to not make me cum.”

“She’s got a point. They have more sex than an episode on Showtime.” Cynthia butt in.

You nodded in agreeance.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Well yes. I understand. Why do we think that he’s not making you cum? Have you talked to him about it?”

“Maybe it’s because I look like a beach whale?”

“No negative self-talk!”

“I have got to get a friend who is not a therapist.” You whined.

“You need me. You’re lucky I don’t charge your asses. Now think it through. Talk it out. There’s no wrong way right now. Shawn isn’t here. You can be honest with us.”

Taylor was genuine. And most geniuses are often times unappreciated in life.

You reached for your iced tea all frowns and indigestion.

“I think, based off the signals that I have been receiving, that he isn’t attracted to me like this. I think that he sees me as a mom now, and not at a sexual being.” You said honestly. “He’s just always touching my stomach and always talking to my stomach, and always talking about the baby. Sometimes I feel like I don’t exist anymore.”

“Awww babes, that is so sad.” Cynthia murmured reaching for your hand.

Taylor nodded. “That’s fair. So let’s unpack it. How do you view your body right now?”

“Oh, T, can we please not analyze me right now? Please? I just need you be my friend right now okay? I didn’t come here to get my problem solved. I came here to eat lunch with my friends and complain a little bit.”

“Fine, fine! My bad.” She raised her hands in defense. “Why don’t we just talk about what it is you want instead? No filter. Just go.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at her. “I really...just want him to rail me like a car hitting a light pole at maximum velocity.”

At that very moment, your waiter arrived with the check, and seemed to blush head to toe. Whoops.

“She’s pregnant.” Cynthia explained. “It’s the hormones.”

Friendship.

***

Shawn’s point of view*

“I don’t care about what they want, Andrew. I’m thirty years old for Christ’s sake, I’m not a teeny bopper anymore.” He grunted trying to balance the groceries and still unlock the front door.

“Yes, no I understand. They just want to manage the sex appeal a little bit. Timberlake, Bieber, Mayer, doesn’t matter who you are. It’s important to remind the female dominated fanbase that you’re...you know? A sexual being.”

Listening to andrew try and explain concepts that he himself wasn’t even interested in was always a hoot.

“A sexual being? I’m having a goddamn baby, Andrew.”

“Yes well, the public doesn’t know that yet. Maybe just a photoshoot? A magazine cover? You wouldn’t even have to leave Toronto. It’ll get them off our backs and you can just finish up the album you wanna make, yea?”

He headed straight for the kitchen where the tea kettle was going, but his person was mysteriously missing from her cup.

“Babe! I’m home!” He called, setting the groceries down, finally. “Whatever. Send me a proposal, I guess, and I’ll look over it. I’m not guaranteeing anything. My fans have seen my abs before, I don’t think it’s gonna sell more records than we’re already selling. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?”

“Sounds good. Love you man.”

“Yea, love you too.” He sighed ending the call. “Babe?! Where are you?”

He hears the door to the downstairs bathroom open, and she walks out in this adorable dress with her fleece lined leggings. She looks soft and cuddly and he’s already hopeful that she’ll let him snuggle her into the couch and watch a movie after dinner. He’s kind of obsessed with her. Like always.

“This child is literally sitting on my bladder at this point.” She groaned rubbing at her stomach.

He reached for her immediately, his hands cupping at her now unhidable baby bump that drove him crazy on a daily basis.

“You gotta let mommy have a break, little one.” He hummed peering down at her bump. “We don’t wanna tire her out too much before you arrive.”

She lets out a little breath and pulls away from him to go back to her tea. He went for the groceries to begin putting them away, and set aside what she’d asked him to grab for dinner.

“Hey I thought we could do a movie night on the couch after dinner? Cuddle a little bit?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of tired.”

“Oh. Okay. Well we can watch them in bed too. I don’t mind where, just wanna be with you.”

“Yea, maybe.”

He paused by the cabinet with a box of pasta in one hand and flour in the other. She was on the other side of the kitchen pouring water into her cup. She set the tea kettle back and immediately left the room. He could practically feel the emotion coming off of her. The silent treatment certainly wasn’t subtle either.

“Hey,” He asked softly plopping down on the couch. “Are you feeling okay? Everything alright with the baby?”

She rolled her eyes and let out a sarcastic snort. “The baby. Is. Fine. Shawn. They’re fine.”

“Okay, well is something else bothering you that you’d like to let me in on?”

“I don’t know, is there something you want to tell me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “No? Is there something you would like me to tell you?”

“No. I guess not. “

His person, and she was his person for sure, was a little hard to read sometimes. And by hard to read, he definitely meant incredibly easy to read, and so deeply difficult to get through to. Perhaps pregnancy simply amplified emotions, because she might as well as had a neon sign that said, “I AM PISSED AT YOU” on her forehead.

“Look in the interest of time, and both of our headaches, why don’t you just tell me what I did wrong so I can get to apologizing already.”

Mistake. Total mistake. You can love someone for years and you can learn and grow together and allow yourself to be vulnerable with them in every way. It doesn’t mean you’re always gonna get it right. That’s never guaranteed. Clearly.

“No! No you don’t get to just make me share my emotions before I’m ready! I’m a goddamn human being, alright I’m not just a reciprocal. I’m not just a place for you put it! God, Shawn. You are such an ass.”

And then she’s off the couch and stomping up the stairs in anger. She definitely also quoted Lady Gaga’s documentary. He made a mental note to stop watching documentaries before bed. It never went well. Last month she woke up in the middle of the night, thought he was a prison guard from a documentary on the prison industrial complex in the states, and definitely jabbed him in the throat. Documentaries. Big no no.

He figures that’s his cue to make dinner. She almost never let him cook, but he knew she’d be even angrier if there was nothing to eat when this was over. He spends a little time trying to figure out what he could have done. But things had been going so well, that he’s truly at a loss. They both went to work every day. They spent their evenings together. He rubbed cocoa butter on her stomach every night for Christ’s sake. He spent hours whispering to her belly and playing guitar so that their baby would know the scales straight from the womb. What could possibly be wrong?

He makes her famous spaghetti bolognese and only burns the garlic once, so that’s a first. He leaves the food on the stove and heads for the stairs in the hopes that she’ll be ready to talk to him. Outside of their bedroom door though, there’s the sound of crying and his heart just instantly breaks. He doesn’t do well with a sad y/n. Ever. It killed him. This was a well known fact.

So maybe he burst into the room and collapsed a little bit at her feet. Who was keeping track? Not him. That was for damn sure.

“Hey, please don’t cry. Please, I can’t watch you cry. Whatever I did just--just tell me and I’ll make it right. I never wanna hurt you, you gotta know that.” He begged.

“It’s stupid. This is stupid!” She sobbed.

“Okay. Okay, this is new for us. I am just slightly freaking out that I may have broken you! Please talk to me!”

“You’re not attracted to me anymore!”

That certainly gave him pause.

“That’s crazy, sweetheart. What are you even talking about?!”

She keeps sobbing. Her face is red. Cheeks wet. And his heart is exploding in his chest. He’s got no fucking clue what he’s supposed to do. He broke his person!

“I looked like a whale ate Kim Kardashian when she was pregnant with North West! My shoes don’t fit anymore, and my goddamn feet hurt. I feel like Mike Tyson has been punching my fucking tits. And you don’t wanna have sex with me anymore, now?! Out of all the times in the world? Now I’m so fucking repulsive that the love of my life won’t even touch me?! I JUST NEEDED DICK OKAY?”

She keeps crying , and his heart keeps hammering, and he knows that he has to figure something out, or this isn’t going to get any better. She’s in absolute hysterics and it is somehow, even though he was still struggling to figure that part out, completely his fault.

He reached for the box of tissues and patted gently at her eyes to get rid of some of the wetness. He held another tissue to her nose and ordered her to blow, which somehow only made her cry more. It is the most heightened expression of emotions he had ever seen from her. And it’s awful, and he hates it, and he just needs to make her smile. So, he wraps her up in his arms and he shhh’s her as he rocks her gently back and forth waiting for the sobs to subside before speaking.

“Honey, I don’t know what I did to make you think I’m not attracted to you.” He murmured playing with her hair soothingly. “But I’ve never not been attracted to you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much.”

She pulled just slightly away enough to look him in the eyes, her own red and swollen with a sadness in them that cut him deep.

“Then why haven’t we had sex in over a month, Shawn?” She sniffled. “You’re repulsed by me. Just admit it.”

He sighed peering down at his person who he’s somehow managed to deeply hurt without even being aware of it. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole.

“How could you say to me?” He asked. “I’m not repulsed by you, y/n. I just...I just I don’t wanna hurt the baby.”

She bit her lip, her sadness turning to anger like the flip of the switch. She yanked herself from his arms and moved to the opposite side of the bed.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You don’t even view me as a human being anymore. I’m just a casing, I’m the thing that holds the thing you really care about.”

“What the hell, y/n; where is this coming from?”

“It’s coming from the fact that you don’t treat me like anything other than the thing that’s holding your baby anymore. You don’t talk to me, you talk to my stomach. You don’t look at me unless you’re mentioning the baby. What’s the fucking point anymore. Why don’t I just lay down in bed for five more months and maybe the baby will roll out and you can go live happily ever after.”

He’s admittedly angry at first. Angry because his person is telling him something he doesn’t want to hear. That he’d failed somehow at loving her, had let her down and made her believe that he didn’t want her the way that he used to. He’s angry because she’d reverted back to a place they hadn’t been in years, a place of being unable to be honest and upfront with each other. She hid it away until it boiled, until it was undisguisable, until she literally exploded, and he hated when she did that.

But he’s older now. He’s a little wiser. Maybe. He at least knows her better. Understands her better. It’s when he takes a deep breath and just allows himself to actually absorb what she’s told him that he understands. This is about insecurities. It’s about fears that had been eating her up inside for who knows how long, and her not wanting to admit that to herself, let alone him. He’s in the wrong for not explaining himself, and he can see how he fed into her insecurities. It’s both of their faults, as it so often the case in these scenarios. But, he’ll do just about anything to make it better. Always.

“Okay. I--I understand. I see that I’ve hurt you, that I haven’t been treating you the way that you want and deserve. I’m sorry.”

Her arms are crossed and she tilts her head in his direction, but still barely looks at him. He takes a chance and scoots a little closer.

“Y/n...At the risk of sharing too much information in the wrong moment. . . I haven’t been able to masturbate to something that isn’t you since our four month anniversary.”

Her eyes widen and her anger falters.

“W--What?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried. My dick is kind of emotionally invested in you, and it hasn’t been the same since.” He shrugged. “I am...so incredibly in love with you. I’m never going to want anything else. Even when you’re screaming at me until you’re red in the face, I’m still gonna want you. The only reason why I haven’t wanted to have sex is because I don’t want to hurt you, or the baby. I know it’s silly. I’ve read the books. But you are the most important thing in my life okay? You and this baby are all that I have; you’re all that matters. I need you to believe that. Tell me you believe that.”

She bit her lip, fingers picking anxiously at the skin of her nails that sat in her lap. He moved even closer and wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re gonna be the mother of my child, y/n. That is literally the sexiest thing I could think of. I don’t hate your body. I love your body! And I’m so sorry I haven’t been showing you that. I thought that by showing you how much the baby meant to me that I was showing you how much you mean to me. I understand now that it needs to be seperate a little bit, that you’re still a person too. These are the last months we’re ever gonna have to ourselves, and I should be cherishing the hell out of you. I’m just--shit I’m sorry, okay?”

He tugs at a strand of her hair, and she peers up at them with those big ass eyes and he just falls all over again. He means every word, and he means it more when she looks at him like that. When he pokes at the dimples in her cheeks and she finally smiles, he feels accomplished in life.

“Why didn’t you just say that a fuckin month ago.” She whined.

He snorted softly. “Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t keeping you satisfied a month ago?”

“Excuse me?! I tried! I practically begged your ass. What did you want me to do, get on my knees?”

“Well it wouldn’t have hurt.” He joked.

Something in her broke. Maybe not in that moment. Maybe it was the time her blatter turned to the size of a pea, or when her breasts turned into over abused punching bags from hell. Regardless in that moment she seemed to think of nothing more reasonable in the world than twisting his nipples. And thus she did. And thus he was in pain.

“Y/n what the fuck!” He cried covering his chest. “That hurt!”

“Haha motherfucker!”

Wow.

“I’m pregnant, dammit; I cannot be held accountable for my actions.” She shrugged.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed. “How much longer are you going to be pregnant?”

“You did this to me! You and your fucking ‘holier than thou dick’ that just had to bring another child into this fucked up world. Deal with it, alright?”

“You’re...so scary. Can we please stop fighting now? I don’t like it.”

He tucked her into his side hugging her tightly against his body. She hid her face in his neck and he could smell the scent of lavender and cocoa butter. And his heart felt like it expanded against his ribcage. How dare she ever think he couldn’t be attracted to her. He was obsessed with her. Had been since he laid eyes on her.

“Can you just kiss me for once? And not my stomach. Me.” She whispered.

He reached for her face, fingers tracing at the shape of her jaw as he pulled her close. He poured himself into the kiss as much as he could. She’d always been an incredible kisser, always gave just as much as she received. He knows that he’s got her, when she does this little whimper and her shoulders relax. He kisses her with tongue and with his teeth and with his hands on the back of her neck. Granted it’s a kiss they haven’t shared for some time now, but it’s still one he’s always willing to give her.

She’s the first one to pull away and it’s only because she’s out of breath. He presses his forehead against hers and smiles a little dopely.

“I love you.” He mumbled. “Always. Please believe me?”

“I believe you. I do.”

***

*y/n’s point of view*

“What are we gonna name ‘em?” Shawn asked.

It was on a random Tuesday dinner date. You tried to go out and spend time together outside of the house whether it was bowling or food or random art fairs. You prefered the food ones obviously.

“Huh?” You asked over your pasta.

“The baby? We never really discussed it.”

Shawn reached for his pellegrino, because if you weren’t drinking he sure as hell wasn’t, as you took a second of pause. You’d unanimously decided not to know the sex assigned at birth until...well the sex was assigned at birth. It meant a lot to you, to try not to enforce gender norms as much as you could, and Shawn was just as supportive if not more after growing up being called a girl for five years when he decided he wanted to sing.

“Hmmm I guess you’re right. Anything in mind?”

“Shawn Jr sounds good to me.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. “Anything else in mind?”

“...I really like the name Penelope. I think it’s cute. Or, Isabella maybe? We could call her Izzy.”

“You think we’re having a girl, aye?”

His cheeks turned red and you remembered that you loved him more than anyone could ever love.

“N--No. I just...you know I’d love any baby in the world that we made.I just certainly would not be mad if that baby happened to be a little girl.” He shrugged.

“And you don’t think that it will be too much estrogen? Too much femininity around you for the rest of time? Periods and uncontrollable emotions and what not?”

He rolled his eyes. “What is it the seventies? You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. The strongest people I’ve ever met are always women. I’d be lucky to live in a house where we get to raise another one.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew wide and full on your face. He was cute. And mature. And smart. You were kind of obsessed with him. And still...where did he come from?

“Penelope, aye?” You hummed.

His eyes widened and he smiled nodding in that very goofy way of his that had his curls flopping this way and that.

You loved him far too much for your own good.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

8 months. 8 months of buying a new bed because the old one made her back hurt. 8 months of baby proofing a house that was suddenly way too big. 8 months of pancake runs at two in the morning. 8 months of massaging her feet for forty minutes because every time he touched them she grew physically repulsed by the thought of someone touching her feet. 8 months of some of the most trying arguments they’d ever had. Yes, choosing between lavender and grey or yellow and grey as a color scheme can wind you up sleeping in the guest bedroom. Who would’ve thought that the greatest argument they would ever have would be over her working? Oh wait, literally anyone but his moronic ass. Of course.

“Babe, the tension in your shoulders is insane.” He grumbled digging into her back. “I really think it might be time to start slowing down.”

She rolled her eyes. “Slowing down, eh? And just where do you want me to slow down Shawn? You already do everything. I haven’t been allowed to do laundry since I could no longer see my toes because of my belly and not my boobs for once.”

“I think...I think maybe we should broach the topic of you taking some time off work again.”

“Nope. Absolutely not. I’m not taking time off.”

He sighed. “Honey, your job offers 15 weeks of paid leave. We don’t even have that much time left at this point. And even if it wasn’t paid leave, I am an actual millionaire. The baby is going to be here soon. Maybe you should rest yourself while you can.”

She tugged her way out of his arms, flustered and frustrated immediately. He could feel even more tension coming off of her. It was the absolute opposite of what he wanted, but with y/n it was also sort of inevitable.

“I don’t need rest, Shawn! It’s not about the money; it’s the principle. You think my mother took maternity leave when she was raising four kids with a husband who was a filthy drunk?”

He scooted a little closer and reached for her hands, fingers intertwining stubbornly. But she’s got that furrow in her brow, and that firm set of her lip that she always gets when they fight. And he hates it because she still wants to kiss her and it always makes his brain very confused in these moments.

“Your mother was in a completely different situation! We are extremely privileged and extremely lucky to bring a kid into this world in the healthiest way that we can. I want you to be the healthiest that you can. Now you have fought me every step of the way, but please just--can we please just look at how many hours your putting into this place?” He huffed. “Because whether you want to believe or not, when we’re parents you’re going to have to cut back regardless.”

“Cut back?” She asked softly.

His person had the ability to be more terrifying than a hitman sometimes. This was most definitely one of those moments.

“I have to cut back? What the fuck are you going to be doing, aye? Are you cutting back, Shawn? Are you gonna stop touring? Stop doing promo tours for weeks at a time? Why does the woman always have to cut back?! How fucking dare you.”

“This is not that! Don’t make it out to be some attack against your womanhood. You’re pushing a human being out of your hips, y/n! I get a cold and I’m down for a week, one might think that BIRTHING A HUMAN deserves some recovery time!”

“It’s my fucking body! Why don’t you let me decide me what the hell I do with it, aye?!”

“Because if I left it up to you, you’d be working more than an eight year old in a sweatshop in Taiwan! It’s not just your body anymore. We’re about to be parents, y/n. Every decision we make has to have another human at the core of it. We don’t get to come first anymore. Not our careers, not our wants, none of it. You working your body into the ground isn’t an option!”

When her eyes well up it’s the worst thing ever. The amount of time he spent trying to balance her emotions was enough for him to recognize when he was doing a really shitty job at it. Not that it changed how he felt. Y/n was the hardest working person he’d ever met. She worked harder than he did, and that was saying something. She was so important to him though. He didn’t quite know how to explain that as much as the baby mattered, as much as the baby was already infinitely important, the baby wasn’t there yet. All he had was his person, his love, his light. And he’d do anything in the world to protect her. Anything.

“Great so… I am a shitty mother already and apparently a shitty person.” She mumbled tears dripping over her cheeks. “I’m really glad we had this talk. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Y/n. Y/n, baby please. Please just let me talk to you.” He begged. “That is not what I’m saying and you know it.”

Even with her adorable pregnant waddle and her hands up on her lower back to support herself, she gets to the bathroom and locks it before he can get to her. Which just leaves him on the other side of the door calling out for her.

“Sweetheart, please open the door! I--I didn’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk like adults, okay? I just, I’m worried about you and I want you to be safe.”

The water turns on to the bathtub instead of the shower and he knows he’s in for the long haul tonight. He’d be lucky if she came out of there by the weekend.

*Four hours later*

He’s woken up by the door opening. He must have fallen asleep against it because he nearly falls when she opens the door. Not that that mattered in the slightest to y/n who simply stepped over his body and kept it pushing. She gets dressed in their closet in silence. Doesn’t acknowledge him in the slightest. It’s like walking on eggshells. And he honestly doesn’t mind. Her emotions had been out of whack for the duration of her pregnancy. If she needed to be mad at him, that was okay. He just couldn’t go to sleep without letting her know that he loved her. It was their thing. No matter how angry, how annoyed, how tired. They had to tell each other they loved each other every night.

He finds her in their closet, big t-shirt stretched over her stomach with her belly button sticking clear out. When he makes eye contact with her, she immediately looks away.

“Move, Shawn.”

He moved his arms to either side of the doorway, only blocking her further.

“No. Not until you tell me you love me.”

Her eyes turned to slits. “Excuse me? That’s not fair and you know it.”

“What’s not fair y/n? Asking you tell me you love me? Are you really so angry with me you can’t say it, cause if so I think that’s something I deserve to know.”

She tugged at her hair, fingers knotting in the strands anxiously.

“I just don’t want to be pressured into saying it. Is that too much to ask?”

He bit his lip stepping closer so that her stomach was pressed to his.

“But...we never go to bed without it. I’m not saying we need to fix it all tonight. I’m saying, I just want the love of my life to assure me a little that we’re still in this together. Is that too much to ask?”

She rolled her eyes so hard he worried they might pop out of her head. And then she pushed forward, knocking him out of the way so that she could get out of the closet.

“I love you. And I am pissed at you. And I don’t want to speak to you for the rest of the night.”

He knew he was in deep shit when her body pillows had been stacked into a literal barrier between his side of the bed and her’s. She always let him hold her at night. She said the baby tended to sleep closer to him, as if they knew their daddy was close by. It was the sweetest thing in the world anyone had ever said to him. He cried for like an hour over it. Now he was left staring at a pillow that entirely covers his person. Wonderful.

***

*three days later*

He’s at the gym with his trainer trying to push out his fifth mile when his phone rings. It’s summer in Toronto and his view of the sun from the gym is just enough to keep him motivated to keep running. His air pods are already in so he takes the call trying to push through the wall that says, “ five miles is dumb, please stop”. His phone is still in his pocket, so he doesn’t get to see who the number is before he answers.

“Hello, is this a Mr. Shawn Peter Raul Mendes?”

“This is he.” He huffed, stilling running.

“Sir, I have you listed as the emergency contact for a Ms. y/f/n y/l/n. Your wife was admitted to St. Joseph’s Health Centre this afternoon. She--”

“Y/n?! W--What happened?! Is she okay?”

He went to jump get off the treadmill, tripping just enough on the mat to send him scraping against the machine with his shin. It doesn’t matter though, he’s up immediately. Nothing else matters in that moment. He doesn’t even tell his trainer goodbye, is already running to find his keys before the voice on the phone can even get a word in.

“Sir, she experienced a fall at work it seems. The doctors are running tests to check on your wife’s pregnancy as we speak.”

“I--I’m on my way! I’m coming right now!”

It’s a thirty-six minute drive to the hospital from his gym and his heart is racing the entire time. He stupidly tries to call her phone only for it to go to voicemail five times over. His hands tremble against the steering wheel so bad he’s afraid he might crash. It doesn’t occur to him to call his parents, call her mom, call anyone. He just has to get to her. He really needs to get to her.

He almost left the keys in the ignition, car still running, and had to run back to get to them. It only eats up more time. He still has zero idea how serious things are and there are a million and one thoughts of how bad it could be running through every nerve ending in his body. He needs her. He needs to see her. Now.

“I--I’m here to see y/f/n y/l/n?!” He gushed at the desk, his heart rampant in his sturnemum. “Please. Please it’s my person. She’s my person I--I have to see her.”

“Sir. Calm down. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” The nurse shushed.

He shook his head voice on the cusp of begging. “Ma’am, please. Please just take me to see her. You--You called and said that she was in pain, that she fell. She’s pregnant. Please, ma’am just tell me where she is?”

“Okay now just take a deep breath. What’s the last name again?”

“y/l/n!” He replied impatiently, no breaths to be taken.

Her fingers begin working on the keyboard, and he nestles his fingers along the swallow necklace he still wore to try and calm himself down. It didn’t work.

“And sir what is your relationship to the patient? Are you her husband?”

“I--I...she’s my person. We’re not married, but we’ve been together for over six years.”

“Are you her emergency contact? You’re not technically immediate family, sir.”

It’s definitely not a great moment for him. Y/n is hurt and no one can seem to tell him anything that isn’t prolonging his eyes being on her. He’s frustrated and his blood is rushing through his ears. He’s terrified. Actually terrified. And this just happens to be the straw to break the Canadian kindness’ back.

“I am the only goddamn family that matters! Now you called me. She’s in pain. She’s hurt. You called me, and I need to see her. She’s holding our baby and I want to see my person! Now dammit!”

*y/n’s point of view*

There is something truly remarkable about the way he runs into the room. Maroon nike running shorts. Tube socks. Head band firmly in place. There is blood running down his leg and he looks as scared as you felt that morning. Something about seeing him run into your hospital room with some tiny woman chasing him with a clipboard of paperwork is actually the funniest thing you may have ever seen in your life. So, excuse you if after a somewhat tragic day you can’t help but giggle in the face of his fear.

“Are you okay?! Are you okay? Oh my god, let me hold you.” He sighed taking you into his arms immediately.

Your giggles died down as he quickly began to inspect you with cautious, tear glazed eyes. His palms cupped your cheeks, his lips frantic against yours, and still not stopping there. He touched you everywhere. His fingers dipped hesitantly over your shoulders and down to your stomach cupping it softly. You pressed your forehead against his and breathed deeply as each of you let a few tears escape. It had been an event free pregnancy all things considered, and a scare now was perhaps the worst thing imaginable for the two of you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. “I--Is the baby okay? Please talk to me.”

“We’re okay.” You assured him. “Everything’s okay.”

When his lips find yours a second time, it’s a lot less frantic and a lot more loving. You tuck yourself into his hold, fully content with the way he’s breathing life back into your being. His tongue teases your bottom lip and it all feels better instantly. He does a familiar dance of rubbing your thighs in his too large hands, and you practically purr. And then the doctor clears her throat.

“So sorry to interrupt!” She smiled. “I’m Dr. Cohen.”

Shawn pulls away with a bit of a huff, his entire body still blocking you from view from anyone else. It’s possessive and needy and everything you could ever ask for.

“I think we have to get a marriage lisence, or I might actually have to commit murder.” He grunted.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you just propose to me? Also why are you bleeding?”

“Maybe. Probably.” He shrugged. “I fell on the treadmill when I got the call. Needed to get to you. The nurse assumed I was your husband because I’m your emergency contact, but when I got here and she realized the last names were different, she didn’t want to let me get to you.”

Another giggle passes through your lip. Of course this was the love of your life. An actual, genuine fucking dork. Thank god.

“Let’s unpack that later.”

“Okay.”

Shawn refused to take the seat that Dr. Cohen offered him, choosing instead to squish beside you on the examination table, hands touching or rubbing some part of you at all times. You don’t mind. After the morning you had, you thought maybe being in his arms forever was all you needed.

“Alright, Mr. Mendes. Your wife wanted to wait for your arrival to discuss what happened.” She explained. “She fainted in the middle of a meeting at work. Luckily a coworker was able to catch her and help her in time, so that no damage was done to the baby.”

He immediately looked worriedly over at you, his eyebrows and forehead wrinkled as he squeezed tenderly at your fingers.

“W--Why though? She’s never fainted before. Not once. Is it the baby?”

Dr. Cohen smiled reassuringly. “So, technically, yes it is the baby. But neither the baby or y/n are in any danger. What happened to you is actually fairly common. Basically what’s happening is that your blood vessels are widening and relaxing so that enough blood can get to your baby to keep them healthy. Really helpful for the baby, but it takes a longer trip now to get back to mommy. Usually this just means a little dizziness, but y/n in your intake paperwork it says you had been leading a workshop at the time you fainted is that correct?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Yes. I’m always in charge of training our new higher level managers who come in.”

“Mhm. And how long were you on your feet in the midst of this training?” She asked.

“I--I don’t know. Maybe one and a half, two hours? Why?”

“Because the longer you’re on your feet? Especially without movement, the worst the circulation of blood becomes. What probably happened is that you first started to experience some dizziness, but maybe you fought through that. These aren’t really the type of symptoms to fight through though. You needed to rest.”

There’s an image somewhere in the film of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It’s the moment where the grinch comes up with his evil plan to steal happiness and joy from all those around him. He smiled a smile that pulls at all of his features squishing his face into this truly horrid little grin. This. This is the smile that Shawn gave you in this moment. The smile of a man who was finally right about something for once. The bastard.

“Wait, I am so very sorry,” Shawn interrupted. “Are you saying that all she needs to do is rest?”

You turned to him with a look so hot you could feel it sizzle in your eyeballs. You had still not exactly forgiven him for the last time you had this conversation. He was walking on thin ice.

Dr. Cohen nodded. “Yes, I am. Typically at this point in the third trimester, especially depending on the patient? I don’t even recommend for my patients to take the stairs, let alone work ten hour days. Y/n I’m afraid if I have any recommendation for you it’s going to be bed rest. I can write a letter for your work if need be, but with your high position in the company I doubt that would be necessary..”

It’s like your stomach just drops. With one month left in your pregnancy you didn’t even know how to go about not working. Working gave you purpose outside of being pregnant. It was what got you through the long days. You didn’t know how to take a break anymore than you knew how to stop loving Shawn and we all know how well that went the one time you gave it a shot.

“B--Bed rest? Like I can’t leave my own fucking bed? I--I’m not broken here!”

“Honey,” Shawn sighed taking your hand in his. “It’s alright, okay? Just let the doctor explain.”

Dr. Cohen smiled softly. “I understand. I know the prospect of taking time for yourself is hard. They had to pull me out of the hospital when my first was born, literally. But in these final weeks I want you to think about yourself for just a moment. There’s no harm in taking a rest, y/n. You’re about to be a mother for the rest of your life, believe me when I say these days to yourself will be magical, okay? I know it’s hard, but I need you to do it. For yourself and for the baby.”

And that ladies and gentlemen is how you ended up in your house on a Thursday afternoon lying in bed like you were on the verge of death, while your dumbass smirked at you like you didn’t know how to kill a man with a remote. It was actually your definition of hell. Sitting there wondering what the idiots at work were doing, who was fucking up what, and who was going to add more work to your plate for when you got back. You hated it. But what you hated even more was the image of Shawn walking slowly into your bedroom with a cup of chamomile tea to make sure it didn’t get spilled. You hated the way he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on. And you hated the way that your body just completely gave into him because how could you ever want or need anything else with him beside you?

“I’m sorry you can’t work until the baby’s born, sweetheart. I know how important it is to you.” He hummed tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You snorted. “What happened to all the excitement you had at the doctor’s office?”

“I’m excited you’re safe, and that I get to spend time with you relaxing until the baby comes. I’m not excited that you’re upset, honey. I could never feel that way.”

You bit your lip softly and nuzzled a little closer to your person.

“Relaxing?”

He nodded with a smile. “I’m not going anywhere. I thought we could...visit my parents? Maybe ride up to Vancouver for a weekend? There’s this cabin Brian and I went to once in Whistler when I was young and stupid with my money, but it’s just as beautiful in the summer as it is in the winter. I’ve got plans. I don’t expect you to stay bedridden until you give birth, my love.”

“That actually sounds really nice.” You giggled.

“Yea? Can we give it a shot?”

“Yea, Why not?”

“Good. Come kiss me already.”

Finally.

***

Leave it to your kid to come out in Pickering, Ontario of all places. Shawn had kept true to his word. No label meetings, no photoshoots, do endorsement deals until after the baby was born. And it was perfect. You cooked together and watched movies together and went on walks and to the beach. He took pictures of you for no other reason than to remember your time together. It was a moment of serenity, of reflection, and of love.

That night, he sat beside you in bed and rubbed cocoa butter over your belly just like always, kissed your stomach and sang the baby to sleep just like always.When it was time for the two of you to go to bed, he ran his thumb along your cheek and kissed you goodnight.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “I can’t wait to spend forever together.”

You smiled and kissed at his thumb upon your cheek.

“Me neither. Kinda weird. I can’t believe we made it all this way.”

“But we did. It was meant to be. And we worked damn hard for it.”

You fall asleep, like you did most nights now, with Shawn’s wrapped around you and your handy dandy pillow below your lower back. It’s just like every other night. Until it isn’t…

*four hours later*

“Baby….Sweetheart ...Y/N!!”

“What. What is it?” You muttered still very much asleep.

“I think you peed the bed, honey.” Shawn whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open in the dark and there was the love of your life, People’s sexist Man Alive three years ago, saying that you had essentially pissed yourself. And they say romance isn’t dead?

“Are you fucking kididng me?” You huffed. “Oh my god that’s so fucking embarassing.”

He went to reach for you only for you to pull away. The last thing you needed was for him to help you out of a puddle of your own urine. Jesus Christ.

“Sweetheart, It’s okay. I--I don’t care. You know I don’t care.”

You leaned up out of bed and all of sudden there was a pretty bad pain in your stomach that left you a bit winded and unable to get up.

“Well shit, that fucking hurts.” You whined.

Shawn flicked on the light on the bedside table.

“What hurts?”

You took a deep breath like your doctor instructured.

“Fucking contractions are starting up again.”

The room goes silent as you breathe through the pain. It lasts far longer than you’re used to and hurts like a bitch, but with the breathing technique it isn’t unbearable. And then...he loses his fucking mind.

“OH MY GOD!”

“What?! Why are you yelling?!” You gasped.

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY. OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT!”

He went to stumble his way out of bed, only to fall flat on the floor. That didn’t stop him from jumping right up and running around in circles. You know? Like a lunatic? So much for the lamaze classes.

“Shawn. Shawn! SHAWN! Calm the hell down.” You yelled rubbing at your belly.

“Sweetheart it’s your water. It’s your water, not piss. We’re having a fucking baby!”

“Excuse me, I’m aware! It’s inside of me. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Go wake your parents, I’m gonna call the hospital.”

Shawn nodded taking some deep breaths of his own before turning to wake his parents. You barely rolled over like a bowling ball on the bed before he was back, this time a lot calmer thankfully. He reached straight for your face, warm hands stilling you instantly as he kissed you like you were all that mattered.

“I love you. We’re gonna have a baby.” He whispered, a smile so big on his face that it felt like it radiated within you.

“We are.” You chuckled. “I love you too.”

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

Something shifts drastically in the car. In the house, he could barely tell she was in labor except for every few minutes when she would have contractions. By the time the doctor told them to head to the hospital it was three in the morning. His dad drove, mum in the passenger seat. It meant he got to sit in the back with her and hold her hand, rub at her back, whisper how much he loved her even. And for a while it was fine. But then all of a sudden hell descended on earth and it was fully and deeply embedded in the love his life.

She let out a sound that was maybe the most painful sound he’d ever heard in his life. It was high pitched and bone deep and it rang out so loud his ears hurt. But that was nothing in comparison to the feeling of the bones in his hand crushing beneath her grasp.

“Ow! Oh my--Fuck! Sweetheart my hand!”

“I’M DYING! FUCK YOUR HAND!” She cried. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!

A vein appeared deep in the middle of her forehead as she sobbed and panted against the back seat. It was as hard to watch as it was to let her break every single bone in his goddamn hand.

The last thing he remembered before they got to the hospital was her turning to him, cheeks tear stained, and lips panting as she told him:

“Shawn?”

“Yes, honey? What can I do? Is there anything I can do?”

She nodded her head softly and swallowed.

“Yes. You can absolutely never fucking touch me again!”

His mum thought it was particularly funny if her snorts from the front seat were anything to go off. His fragile, overworked heart did not think it was so funny.

“Yes. Okay. Never touching you again. Got it.” He mumbled continuing to rub at her back.

He was certainly in for a night.

It takes twelve hours to bring their baby into the world. And they’re the longest hours of his life. He had to watch her be in pain, watch her struggle and flail and cry, all while knowing there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He hated every second of it. It was the most helpless he’d ever felt. His parents were amazing running off to make calls to the rest of their family, which left him directly by her side. He would’ve stayed another twelves hours too if that’s what it took. Anything for her. Anything.

Another one of those moments that he’d be able to recall on the last of his life is the moment he heard his child cry for the first time. It was as if his center of gravity shifted. He was completely and utterly transfixed. He changed instantaneously in that moment, never to be the same again. It was one of the most magical moments of his life.

They go to lay the baby on her chest, y/n exhausted and red faced and so utterly happy, and his heart sores.

“This is your little baby girl.” The doctor told them.

“Shawn. Look what we did.” y/n whispered. “Look.”

His hand covers her entire back. She’s tiny and crying and wiggly and slimy. She’s beautiful.

“That’s our baby.” He sniffled just in case it might not be true. Just in case someone might have to correct him.

It’s easily the greatest day of his life.

***

He doesn’t sleep. And how could he? There’s a human in his hands. A tiny human. One that squeals and yawns and flails. She’s already immediately like her mother. Can’t sit still even in sleep, though y/n was so exhausted that she hadn’t moved in hours. But that’s okay. Everyone’s okay.

At one point, she wakes up and he freezes. In every movie he’d ever seen this was the moment that surely his daughter would begin to scream her head off like a lunatic until she turned twelve. Not quite. Instead she peered up at him inquisitively with this sort of searching look, a knowing look. This too reminded him of his love, of his person. And so he loved her infinitely already.

“You’re so fucking small.” He whispered to himself. “Shit, I said fucking. Who are we kidding your mother is gonna make sure your first word is dumbass before I ever have anything to do with it.”

Her thumb was in her mouth and she flailed sporadically in his arms as if she wanted to explore the world already, as if his arms were too much containment already. He wondered if maybe she got that from him.

“Penelope Ivy Mendes. You’re gonna have the best life a baby could ever ask for.” He assured her. “Your mom is so smart. Like one of the smartest people ever. And she’s funny. And she’s pretty, you’re really pretty too by the way. She’s gonna teach you all sort of stuff. And I’m gonna teach you too. Wait till I play you your first John Mayor record. You’ll love it so much honey. I played Continuum for your mommy when I first met her when she definitely broke into my apartment. And I played it for you when you were in her belly. It’s the greatest album maybe ever. We’ve got so much to talk about.”

She listens to him speak with wide, gentle eyes. Her skin is warm and soft, and rubs gently at her cheek with his palm. He thought he’d be overwhelmed. Thought that he’d mess something up, or that his daughter wouldn’t like him straight from the womb. But, it’s not that way at all. He could talk to her for days, he thinks. Just him and his daughter and his person. His family.

Eventually she starts to cry because she’s only been alive like eight hours and that’s a lot to put on a kid.

“You tired of hearing me talk huh?” He cooed rocking her gently in his arms.

“Did it happen...Did you break her?” Y/n mumbled from her hospital bed.

He chuckled softly slowly slipping out of the chair to move closer to her.

“Look who’s awake. I don’t think so. The nurse said she’s gonna wanna eat like every one and a half hours. She’s like her papa already.”

“Oh wonderful. Give her to me?”

They pass her easily, Y/n lifting her hospital gown to let her little mouth go searching for her meal. With the baby preoccupied, he’s allowed to check up on his other human. She’s really beautiful to him, hair bed crazed, eyes still sleepy, cheeks a little rosy. Something about their daughter on her chest makes him overwhelmed with love though. It’s different. She’s different. Perhaps they both are.

“Are you okay?” He whispered cupping her cheek gently in his palm.

She leaned into his palm.

“‘M okay. Lots of pain though. Lots of soreness.”

“I’m sorry. I really hated watching you in pain. The whole baby part is really beautiful. But the labor part? Not so much. Want me to take the next one for us?” He joked.

Her eyes widened. “The first one isn’t a day old Shawn. My vagina is still bleeding, maybe we wait a few weeks.”

“Kidding, y/n. Totally kidding. I just want you to be healthy and safe and I want to hold you. Both of you.”

She smiled dopely up at him with eyes that he loved and lips that he loved and a heart that he loved with everything in him.

“Yea?”

“Yea. I love you more than anything.” He assured her, his eyes watering quickly. “So, so much.”

“I love you too. More than anything. Both of you.”

“And forever.”

“Forever.” She agreed.

That sounded plenty fine to him.

The End.

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