「 Hi there! My onl name is Haruka! I write fics for my stupid little characters and if you couldn't already tell, I'm particularly fond of Kokichi! I both write on my own and take requests. More info about requests can be found further into this post. If you'd like to get to know me or find me on anything else, my carrd is in my bio! 」
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As mentioned before, I take requests! The ask button will always be up to date with my request status with 'order up' shown if requests are open. As I get requests, I'll update the count on the button. When requests are full, the button will have that displayed! If requests are closed for reasons other than being full, there'll be an announcement. Asks are okay to send while requests are full but if a request is sent it'll be deleted </3
What I will write!
Fluff, angst, platonic, romantic, implied/slightly suggestive, sibling!reader, Parent!reader, child!reader, character x character, character x reader, character x reader x character, and yandere (light no gore)
What I will not write!
Full on smut, incest, pedophilia, romanticization of abuse, fetish, gore, x reader's of characters under the age 14 (if only grades are given like pjsk, characters must at least be high school 1st years), and characters & fandoms that are not listed
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! Please specify exactly which character you are requesting, whether it be with a last name or fandom name. I'd rather not have to guess and potentially get your request wrong </3
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-♯𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆m ᥣіs𝗍
⋆ ˚🎲 ⁀➴ ꒰ What fandoms can you request?
Danganronpa [All 3 games]
Project Sekai
Alien Stage
BanG Dream!
Bungou Stray Dogs
Pressure [I DO NOT SUPPORT ZEAL OR ZERUM GET OFF MY PAGE IF YOU DO]
Mouthwashing [Excluding him. You know who.]
Doki Doki Literature Club
The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't A Guy At All!
Electric Dreams [1984]
The Amazing Digital Circus
Myth of the Machine
If you have any questions, I'm an ask away! Have a wonderful stay <3 —🪻
HII twin…. It’s not my birthday yet but I would like a fic about cuphead ofc from motm celebrating my birthday. Going out to the mall and also going out to eat (fluff and stuff)
And maybe perhaps midnight comfort scene since people lowk don’t like celebrating my birthday bcz it’s in the summer so no one else came to celebrate 🥹✌️
(My bad twin this is a lowk depressing request)
-ˋˏ𝗍һіs ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ іs mᥲძᥱ ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥆𝖿 𝗍іmᥱs ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥱsᥱˎˊ-
┆Myth Cuphead x Masc!reader ; in which he's all the company you really need.
【 Genre(s) ; angst , fluff , comfort 】
-ˋˏWarnings┆none!ˎˊ-
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Requests are still closed! This is just a special fic for my irl! Mostly reader centric! Reader is referred to as he/him! Modern AU??? Cuphead tries and it works cause he's awesome IT'S NOW YOUR BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE BLOB If you have friends, you don't (not any real one's at least) in this one This can be read as queer platonic (at least I think) in honor of Cuphead's aroace identity! We're gonna pretend that Summer isn't absolute hell Haven't written in what feels like forever and I want to experiment with my formatting a bit to make it more digestible so this maaaay be a bit wonky in both a visual and literal sense Cuphead is hard for me to characterize so my sincerest apologies if he's off 🥹 Probably ooc...
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
He doesn't understand.
Why is it so empty and quiet?
There should be gifts on a dedicated table set to the side and warm banter filling in the silent gaps throughout the evening. The seats currently sitting empty and collecting dust should be occupied. There should be streamers, banners, balloons, and a backdrop.
So why is it that the living room is so empty?
The house is nearly desolate and all too dark on such a bright Summer day. If he hadn't known, he wouldn't have guessed it was his birthday.
"What's wrong?" your voice brings him back to you.
Cuphead's gaze falls on you once again. That sad little glint in your eyes makes him ball his hands into fists at his side. It pisses him off a great deal.
"Am I goin' crazy or somethin'? Where's the celebration?! The party!" Cuphead's eyes narrow, scanning your home once more.
You grimace, shoulders tensing in discomfort.
"Can we not talk about that right now? Please..?" you avert your gaze before he even looks back.
A moment of thoughtful silence goes by and with a quiet sigh, he nods. Normally, he'd have pushed for an answer but it's your day! Why be stubborn and risk upsetting you?
Cuphead's cheeky grin slowly reappears as your frown vanishes.
"Ya ready to go?" he extends his hand, waiting for you to grab on.
"Just don't pull too hard! I almost fell last time!" you pout but the playfulness remains.
His grin only widens, "No promises, Sweetheart!"
The phrase on its own makes you want to pull away but Cuphead snatches your hand back faster than you can comprehend, dragging you to the car as you complain.
The drive was a bit uncomfortable. Cuphead has neglected to get the air conditioner fixed for who knows how long now and you two always suffer for it during the hotter seasons. His attempt at making up for it was by playing some of your favorite songs and not teasing you when your voice cracked as you sang along.
You were almost disappointed when he pulled into a parking space, shutting the music off and ending your little karaoke session. However, realizing you were at your destination, you perked up again immediately.
"Finally!" you eagerly hop out of your seat.
"Hurryuphurryuphurryuphurryup!" you fidget, impatiently waiting for him to get out with you.
"I'm goin'! Damn..." a small snicker follows as he finally steps out.
You spare no time, sprinting off to the entrance before he can even lock the car. By the time he turns around, he finds that your gone and waving him over at the doors.
"What the—? Aye get back here!!" he's forced to run after you as you disappear into the building.
"Ahhh.. It's so nice and cold and air conditioned.." you sigh, leaning against him as he leads you past the stores he knows you don't care about.
"I'll get it fixed!" he pats your head gently.
"That's what you said last month!" you nudge his arm with your elbow, laughing to yourselves.
He makes a sudden stop and tugs you off your path with a gasp, "C'mon, I just saw that shirt you said you been wantin'!"
"The band tee?!" you slip from his grasp, sprinting off to the incorrect shelf to find the shirt in question.
He calmly follows behind you, smirking to himself as you sift through the wrong piles. He encourages you to keep looking, only sneaking off once he's sure you're tunnel visioned in on that section of the store. Cuphead picks up the shirt and strides over to the counter, begrudgingly paying for it. He knows you wouldn't be too fond of wearing a stolen item— besides, he already knew he'd actually have to pay for everything anyway.
Once the shirt has been bought, he sneaks up behind you. You already seemed to be losing hope, hunched over one of the piles closer to the bottom with a frustrated pout.
"Cuphead I can't find—" you're cut off as he drapes the shirt over your head like a veil, fully obscuring your vision.
With a quiet sigh, you yank the shirt off of your head. It flops onto your lap, the design now in full sight.
"No way.." you snap your head in his direction to find him smiling like a cheshire cat.
"You found it?!"
"Payed for it too, doll." he ruffles your hair.
You stand back up and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping a strong hold on the shirt as you squeeze him a little too tight.
"Alright— Alright— Now you're just chokin' me!" he strains his voice.
"Sorry!" you laugh and pull away.
"Let's go look around somewhere else, eh? Everything else in here is puttin' me to sleep." he pats your back, urging you forward to the front of the store.
The day ticks by without the two of you noticing. Cuphead drags you around every other store that seemed to fit your tastes, spoiling you with a few more gifts until the two of you realize just how much darker it's gotten out. As you patiently wait for the worker to find some more bags, Cuphead leans against the wall near the exit. He spends his time quietly watching and admiring as you giddily await your snacks and merchandise to be placed back into your care.
"He's so stupid.." he mumbles to himself after conspicuously looking around to make sure no one was around to hear him.
His gaze softens, relieved he could make your entire day all the more worthwhile.
Cuphead would've been happier if it hadn't been for the fact that the attendance rate for your birthday had been bugging him the entire time.
He can imagine every call and text you've gotten today from people that were fully capable of showing up for you. Every uncaring and painfully predictable 'Happy birthday!' that hardly meant anything when they were being so clearly dismissive. Cuphead can't imagine how depressed you must've been all morning, knowing no one cared enough to even stop by for a hug or a small conversation.
And suddenly he's frowning rather than smiling. Staring at the floor like it insulted his mother and furrowing his brows, he can't help but think about convincing you to cut every one of them off.
"Of course, sir. Have a wonderful rest of your day!" the cashiers voice snapped him back out of his thoughts.
Cuphead's demeanor shifted back to its original state as you happily walk back up to him.
"Let's go before it gets too late!" You take the chance to drag him off for once.
"Already? I know it's gettin' late but it's only been like... 2 hours since we got here!" he raises an eyebrow at you.
"Well.. I want you to the stay the night. You don't have any of your stuff on you so I figured we'd leave early to get your things." you mutter, shy and just a slight bit embarrassed.
Cuphead stays quiet for a few paces before shrugging.
"If that's what you want, doll." his voice is miles softer than it usually is— especially out in public.
You smile up at him and lead the way back to his car, leaning up against him in the same way you had before when you had first entered.
The drive back was cooler. A comfortable silence fell upon you as tried to conserve your last bit of energy. Cuphead resumed the mini playlist he'd complied for you, stealing gentle glances every now and then. And as you remained seated while he gathered what he needed in his own home, you fought off the exhaustion threatening to lull you into a nice and relaxing nap.
Once you'd finally made it back to the comfort of your bed, you flopped onto the mattress with a long groan.
Cuphead dropped off your bags in a corner of the room, already preparing to get to sleep as he grabbed his night clothes and toothbrush from his luggage.
You lazily slip off your shoes, waiting for your turn in the shower and trying your best not to fall asleep on the spot.
Left alone with your thoughts, you can't help but begin to question why no one had showed. You understood a few of your friends being unable to make it for honest reasons. It's not like you expected everyone to drop what they were doing to rush to your side but for no one to show? Did you matter at all?
Your exhaustion is overridden by a crushing feeling of despair in your chest and the multitude of thoughts running through your head at once. You tried to convince yourself that maybe you'd missed a few visits while you were out with Cuphead. You figured someone would've texted you about it but when you checked your phone, there were but a few miscellaneous notifications from other apps. Not a message in sight.
You set your phone down with a soft sigh, eyes already glossy.
What could you have possibly done wrong to deserve this?
You replay every mistake you can remember and cringe. Is that why?
Every time you hurt someone, whether it was on purpose or not. Maybe it's that..
The bad thoughts about others you didn't even mean to think. It's Karma!
Your leg begins to bounce rapidly; anxious. You wondered just how you'd ended up with such few friends that barely even acknowledged you outside of holidays and events like this.
Just as you were on the verge of spiraling, the water shuts off.
Cuphead would be coming out soon.
You weren't too keen on the thought of venting to him in your gross and certainly sweaty outfit.
You sniffle and wipe the small tears that'd accumulated in the corners of your eyes, silently praying they weren't already red. When he finally came out a short while later, you averted your eyes and quietly slipped past him into the shower. You're positive he's noticed your odd behavior but thankfully he kept his mouth shut. You were thankful he was at least waiting.
Curled into yourself, you sat and watched a movie in silence with him. Despite your current mood, you still made sure to laugh at his little jokes and remarks throughout the entire thing, leaning into him with a tired smile.
You thought you'd be safe from the questions as the credits began to roll. Maybe he'd forgotten! It's been hours, after all. So, you slowly began to shut your—
"Are you okay?" Cuphead's voice is gentle. It's almost disturbing— like it's not him.
You look up at him, unsure whether to be honest or not. You opt for silence instead.
He stares back, patiently waiting for an answer before realizing you weren't going to say.
"I know you're tired but can we just talk about it for a bit..?" he pulls you closer.
"It'll make you feel better. Promise." he mutters.
The silence stretches on for a few moments longer and with a soft sigh, you make up your mind.
"It just— it sucks!" you huff. You cross your arms and turn away from him when your vision starts to blur again, "They didn't even bother! I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Were they all really so busy they couldn't even come by for a second? That's all I wanted.. I just wanted to see them."
You sniffle, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment.
He let you ramble on and on for what felt like hours, holding you close and letting you cry for as long as you wanted.
Cuphead simply listened, quietly reassuring you with firm squeezes and the gentle circles he'd rub into your back. Occasionally, he'd make a few passing comments.
"Idiots.."
"They'd better hope I don't find 'em."
"I don't understand it either.."
"They don't deserve to know you."
Other sweet little things were sprinkled here and there to help you feel a bit better. Cuphead hated the sound of your sobs but he understood you needed to let off some steam.
Once you were finally ready to pull away, he smiled. It wasn't a cheeky smile he'd give after a little joke, nor was it a sly smile he'd flash after a snide remark. It was something much deeper and meaningful
Genuine, you think is the appropriate word.
"Feelin' better?" Cuphead tilts his head, straw clinking faintly against his porcelain.
You smile back, finding the display strangely endearing.
"Yeah.." you mutter. Your eye twitches ever so slightly at how hoarse your voice had gotten.
"I know damn well you don't have it in ya for another movie, huh?" he snickers, letting go of you to find the remote and shut the TV off.
"Definitely not.." you get yourself situated, tucking yourself into your usual spot with a happy sigh. Cuphead curls up, slotting you against him like his missing piece.
Though it still hurts to know your friends aren't truly by your side, you feel that it's at least a little less important now that you've really cried it all out. You know Cuphead will be there with you through it all and that's more than enough to keep you from crashing.
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated! —🪻
Completely neglected to mention that everything I'm currently working on will be delayed for a few weeks/days. I'm hoping it won't take as long as I think it will but the universe hates me and so do my teachers so I assume I'll be dead silent for these following couple of weeks.
Very sorry for the inconvenience!
Of course, this doesn't mean anything I'm working on will be abandoned entirely but it'll just take much longer to be finished than it originally would have. Think of it as your package being delayed because the mailman got into a car accident as he was turning the corner 🥹
Reader is gender neutral! Tooth decaying fluff Waking up in your f/o's arms... Very short! No character specified but I had my own f/os in mind (P.ai.nter and Myth Bendy) so I apologize if that comes through in any way If your f/o is cold.. very sorry but they are warm now Very self indulgent cuz I have a stats test tmrw and I only understood like half of the entire unit and my teacher sucks and I'm stressed cuz my grade is hanging on by a THREAD Enjoy!
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
Bright light snuck between the cracks of your curtains, warm rays forcing your eyes to flutter open. You groan, blind and groggy, outstretching your hand until you could firmly grasp the fabric between the pads of your fingers. You yank and struggle until the painful straining of your eyes stops, the darkness of your room finally visible. You slowly retract your arm, letting it settle back into it's former spot.
The heat on your face had faded but as your senses slowly awakened with you, you'd become painfully aware of the heat you were inadvertently stealing from your lover just behind you. A tired smile forms and you find yourself slowly dragging your hands down to their own, thumb gently rubbing a small circle into their flesh. You let a few select seconds tick by before your stomach rudely interrupts, cutting through the comfortable silence and loudly protesting its emptiness.
The smile wipes itself clean off your face, replacing a quiet joy with irritation, hunger, and exhaustion from how short your sleep was cut by the sun. Your thumb ceases the gentle caresses and slowly stills entirely. You groan, quiet enough to keep from waking your partner but loud enough to be heard by yourself. You huff and mentally prepare yourself for the sneak mission you'd have to carry out to get to the kitchen for a light snack.
You start with small shifts, barely noticeable to the unconscious mind before testing your luck with bolder and bigger squirms. You occasionally stop and hold your breath as they hum and wriggle alongside you, quietly praying you hadn't just ruined their morning as well. Once the silence fell back into place, you break free from their softening hold and slowly begin to slide out from under the comfort of your soft covers. The bedsheets rustle and leave indicators of both your presence and soon departure.
"Stay.." they gently call out to you, voice coarse and rough against the kind silence.
You don't question them, complain, or even speak. You know they won't let up until you return to your rightful, pillowy throne. You reverse, sliding back into your lukewarm spot with a defeated sigh. You feel their arms snake back into their place; just around your waist. You can't stop the smile you'd abandoned from swiftly making it's way back as they nuzzle into you, entangling their lower extremities with yours and slotting your body into theirs like the perfect puzzle to have ever existed.
Comfort overrides hunger as the feel of their familiar build against you lulls you back into sweet dreams that'd been stripped from you all too soon.
You're right where you need to be anyway.
And you know they are too.
Didn't wanna neglect this acc while writing that big fic so here's this!
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated! —🪻
┆The star cast x gn!reader ; how do they kiss you?
-ˋˏWarnings┆Cuphead's section is a little heated but it's nothing crazyˎˊ-
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Reader is gender neutral! hcs cuz I haven't done those in forever :p I probably horribly mischaracterized them I'm so sorry Boris, Cuphead and Shelly were actually the hardest to characterize for me so apologies for that 💔 This is a little gift for reaching 100 followers! I would've done something different and grander but it's a bit hard when requests are closed </3 This post serves as an announcement that motm will officially be available for requesting in the future!! Guys can you tell I like pierce the veil? WHERE ARE THE MYTH BENDY FICS BRO I'M STARVING I'M GENUINELY THINKING I'M THE ONLY BENDY FAN ON EARTH Probably ooc..
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
—♯ᑲᥱᥒძᥡ ; 𝗍һᥱ ⍴ᥲssі᥆ᥒᥲ𝗍ᥱ ᥲᥒძ s᥆𝖿𝗍
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ Bendy's kisses are nothing short of passionate and fiery. Every ounce of love he has is poured into every little kiss— no matter how short— like a desperate cry, trying to remind and show you just how much he cares. When he pulls away, it leaves you aching, wishing he'd have let it go on for just a few moments longer.
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ Kisses serve as better alternatives to 'I love you's. Don't get me wrong, it's not like he never says it! Bendy simply prefers showing his affection through actions rather than words; he feels that he's much better at expressing himself with his body. He likes to think it's the former performer in him, used to telling the story through lively movement and a sway of his hips.
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ Every one of his kisses entails touch to some degree. The shorter ones are often accompanied by hand holding, taking both of your hands in his. Leeching off your warmth, he squeezes them— firm and reassuring. Sometimes, though, a gloved claw reaches up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb traces your cheekbone as the other finds it's place on your forearm, gently massaging away any built up tension in your muscles. His tail flicks behind him and snakes up to wrap around your thigh or waist, the tip gently rubbing against your skin.
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ The longer ones call for firm hugs, two cold arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer until your bodies are pressed flush against each other; with such closeness, you can feel just how fast his heart beats. Other times, his claws trail down your sides, slow and teasing until they stop at your hips. He takes great care not to dig those talons of his into you as he squeezes, smiling into the kiss as your flesh dips under the pads of his fingers. His tails wraps tighter around you as if attempting to show you how important you are to him.
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ Bendy may try to cover any traces of raw, unfiltered emotion out of some inexplicable fear but kisses are near impossible to fake. Earlier into your relationship, his kisses were almost always playful. In more intimate instances, you could catch a slight tremor in his lips and a hesitance in touches.
⋆ ˚ 🎭 ⁀➴ ꒰ Since then, he's gotten far more comfortable. Insecurities you used to inadvertently bring out now fade in your presence. Kisses are no longer something he has to rehearse a hundred times in his head like some stage act. Bendy understands now— to the fullest extent— that you are someone he can fully confide in. You're not a member of the audience. He's not performing, nor does he need to. You're his partner and you'll love him no matter what version of him it may be.
—♯ᑲ᥆rіs ; 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥲzᥡ ᥲᥒძ ᥣ᥆᥎іᥒg
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ Boris's kisses are lazy but not in the way you may think. It's not that he doesn't love you enough to put in the effort, it's quite literally just his style! Unlike Bendy, he doesn't treat every kiss like something sacred to pour his everything into. Instead, he finds comfort in them. Boris melts into every kiss, practically a big, warm puddle in your hands by the time you pull away.
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ Kisses are like mini breaks from life. Every one of them stops time itself, allowing him a moment of peace to unravel in the warmth of his lover. He often ends up hurting his tail, the way it wags and incidentally smacks into everything in it's path. He leans in, sweet and shy, everytime. You end up having to take charge for the most part as he ends up too engrossed and lazy to bring himself to voluntarily pull away.
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ Boris isn't all too big on being vulnerable in public, meaning that kisses only take place in the comfort of his home or just generally in a private space. The biggest upside to this is that every touch is far more intimate than it could ever be in public.
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ For the most part, kisses may begin with you standing or sitting in your own seperate places. If the kiss runs longer than a few seconds, his gloved hands take yours in them, playing with your nails or rubbing small and slow circles into your knuckles. A few seconds longer and he'll begin to trail them up your arms, right up to the fold. He keeps his thumbs over the veins running through the middle, focusing in on the rhythm of your pulse and how it quickens. About a minute in, he'll find his way to your waist and gently pull you onto his lap if possible. The kiss either ends in a cuddle session or continues until you pull away.
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ On the other hand, you'll have already been lying on him. In this case, he simply brings both arms around you and holds you tight. You can feel the muscles beneath his skin flex against your back as he practically attempts to fuse with you. This, however, only really occurs when he's extra clingy, sensitive, or having a jealous streak. More often than not, Boris gently rests his hands on your back, one on the upper and the other on the lower. The hand against the small of your back often presses against and massages the curve.
⋆ ˚ 🦴 ⁀➴ ꒰ To put it bluntly, Boris's kisses are a little sloppy and definitely inexperienced but it's evident that they mean a lot to him. He's gentle with you and almost always takes his sweet time with them to truly express that love. Not joking, he has a dedicated time in his schedule to making out with you; it's essentially his break from whatever he might've been doing before.
—♯ᥴᥙ⍴һᥱᥲძ ; 𝗍һᥱ һᥱᥲ𝗍ᥱძ ᥲᥒძ ᥲᥕkᥕᥲrძ
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ Cuphead's kisses always leave behind a buzzing warmth on your lips, burning desire carried through to you in every one. He's a little on the rougher side, often yanking you into them or darting out to you rather than slowly leaning in. He tends to live his life fast paced, making slower and more intimate moments few and far between but all the more special.
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ Cuphead is about as passionate as Bendy. Actually? Scratch that— he's worse. While Bendy is relatively soft and romantic, Cuphead creates a hot, messy desire and he'll leave you to sit with it. He relishes in the thought that every kiss leaves you thinking of him hours after he's gone, craving his attention and presence. But don't worry, he's no monster! He'll give you just what you want if you beg a little, just hope you don't mind being teased about it later..
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ Cuphead has damn near no shame. Your input is honestly all that's stopping him from having your back pressed against a wall and his tongue practically down your throat. All jokes aside, he really does get way too into it. Public spaces are his favorite places to make out for the sole purpose of showing any and everyone that they have no shot. It starts off simple enough, a few kisses here and there, but it doesn't take long for him to pull you onto his lap. Cuphead loves letting his hands wander during this, gliding over your sides, tracing your spine and rubbing your thighs. He kisses you with fervor; fast, sloppy and intense, as if he were out of time.
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ Cuphead struggles with genuine intimacy. Being soft— even with you— is difficult. It's really the only reason he tries to keep the quieter moments to a minimum. He wants to be soft, he really does. It's what he believes you deserve most but he's painfully awkward with it. You'd most likely have to be the one to initiate any intimacy. During these special moments, he goes quiet. His jokes spill less confidently and that cocky smile fades. Suddenly, he's uncertain. Your touches are gentle, unfamiliar. You hold him like something precious and it makes his bottom lip tremble, holding back something he can't quite put a name to.
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ Cuphead's touches are no longer smooth but shaky as his fingers glide over your arms to your cheek. His eyes flicker from your lovely face to the wall and back again. He's terrified of screwing up and chasing off the only person he's ever known to have seen him for the freak show he is and still believe he's someone to be held so dearly. His kisses cool into something less unbearably hot and needy to something gentle; something slow and sweet. Instead of being the chaotic, dominating force he always tries to be, he let's you take the lead. His strong arms wrap around your waist, tense and sweaty as he pulls you close, desperate to keep you where he needs you. It's selfish but he can't stomach the thought of you abandoning him right now.
⋆ ˚ ♦ ⁀➴ ꒰ In all honesty, he's a softie but you really— and I mean really— have to bring it out of him. Show him he can trust you not to drop and shatter him when he needs to be held. Show him you can handle his wild side and snarky remarks without snapping. It'll take some time but if you stick around and act as his safe space, he'll warm up and you'll get to catch sides of him you likely never knew existed. The farther into your relationship you get, the more comfortable he gets; intimate moments are no longer rare but— similarly to boris— something that happens in the comfort of either of your homes or just somewhere quiet and alone with you.
—♯mᥙgmᥲᥒ ; 𝗍һᥱ sһᥡ ᥲᥒძ sіm⍴ᥣᥱ
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ Mugman's kisses are almost always stiff, awkward, and to the point. You think it's endearing but he hates it and really wishes he didn't struggle so much. His kisses start tense and nervous but the longer they last and the more you reassure him, they'll eventually melt into something soft and sweet. Every kiss leaves him a blushing mess, cheeks dusted a very visible blue. He'd never tell you something so embarrassing but your kisses run circles in his head until you grant him more, replaying the moment and recalling the softness of your lips whenever they pressed against his.
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ Unfortunately, Mugman remains tense whenever you kiss in public. It's embarrassing to him— other people being able to catch a glimpse of how terrible he is at this. If you don't grab a hold of him he might pull away faster than either of you would like. Reach out to him, take his hands in yours and squeeze tight. He'll reciprocate, squeezing back and relaxing ever so slightly. Wrap your arms around him and trace his rim lovingly. He'll smile against you.
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ Mugman always asks; whether he's asking for one or asking to give you one. Sometimes it's a little odd and out of place but it's adorable nonetheless. He'll awkwardly shuffle closer, leaning into you ever so slightly until his warmth starts making you sweat a bit before quietly mumbling. His pinky wraps around yours as he patiently waits for an answer. When you finally lean in and/or give him permission, his hand locks onto yours, fingers intertwined as your lips meet once again. The corners of his lips twitch as he attempts to hold in the giggle and giddy smile before your image of him becomes a blushing schoolgirl with a big fat crush.
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ Mugman's kisses are very simple! No crazy, over the top gestures but cute little pecks on the cheek or sweet kisses that last just the right amount of time; never too long, never too short. He rarely holds you the way most of our other friends do but he'll always take your hands in his. Though, during summer, he only holds onto your fingers to keep from getting you sweaty. I like to think he's a really warm guy. Cuddles during the summer are unbearable tho..
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ He tends to kiss you more on the nose. It's almost like a little tradition or secret love language. They're quick and easy but you can tell just how happy it makes him when you kiss him back. A big goofy, lopsided smile spreads everytime you ghost kisses across his nose, cheeks, forehead and anywhere else you can think of. He's pracitically steaming and buzzing with joy by the time you pull away fully. You could argue he gets far more excited from the myriad of kisses than the usual, singular ones on the lips.
⋆ ˚ ♠ ⁀➴ ꒰ He may struggle with intimacy— in the sense of being painfully stiff, awkward, shy and nervous— but despite that tendency to stick to shy simplicity, you can bet that he loves you more than anything in the world. Mugman's love isn't loud, dramatic, grand, or extremely intimate. Mugman's love is domestic, quiet, endearingly dorky, and still just as loving as the rest of the cast— if not more. His excitement and nerves don't stem from 'inexperience jitters' or something of a similar degree but, instead, it's almost as if he still has a big ol' crush on you. You still give him just as many butterflies as when he first laid eyes on you..
—♯sһᥱᥣᥣᥡ ; 𝗍һᥱ ⍴ᥣᥲᥡ𝖿ᥙᥣ ᥲᥒძ sᥱᥒsі𝗍і᥎ᥱ
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ Shelly is an energetic and bubbly gal, almost always smiling and skipping around the room. Her kisses very heavily reflect those traits! She giggles into each and every one, the subtle taste of her fruity chapstick left behind on your lips. Each short session is a burst of joy, multiple kisses express that very well for her. Kisses that aren't accompanied by 20 others are uncommon but certainly not rare either!
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ Shelly is a very clingy and touchy woman, as if in need of constant reassurance. She brings you as close as possible and squeezes you tight. Oftentimes, you need to tap her back or hip to let her know she's dangerously close to suffocating you. Her hands don't wander, sticking to their usual spots; these said spots being your hair/horns/fur, lower back, cheeks, and hands. The only movement found is gentle caresses, miscellaneous fidgeting, light circles traced on your skin, and squeezes that are just slightly too tight.
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ Shelly almost always initiates it first. Whenever you think you're about to catch her off guard, the moment you turn your head, she's already closed half the gap between you. The key word here is almost. Sometimes you do manage to catch her by surprise, leaning in to kiss her just before she could go through with it herself. In moments like this, she tends to lean in a little closer, press into the kiss a little harder, and her once tight holds blur into something far less desperate. Kisses from you mean a lot; to her, it says you really care. You're not here to mess with her, hurt her or neglect her. You actually care..
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ Softer, more intimate moments are typically accompanied by quiet sobs. Starting out, she's relatively calm and collected— still cheery and smiley. As the scene stretches on, she starts to tear up. Quiet sniffles reach your ears and you pull away in concern. Shelly will always insist, nearly beg, for you to continue. She'll tell you she's fine and truthfully? Deep down? She's not. Of course she's not. But she doesn't need a lecture and therapy, not at the moment. All she needs is you, your familiarity, safety and comfort; your loving touches, gentle holds and memorized warmth. She'll make her way to therapy later.
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ One of Shelly's favorite things to do is curl up somewhere with you and ramble about her studies, recent findings and some gardenview history. You don't let her run on like background noise you hardly regard— you actually listen. You listen and you love her little info dumps. She often peppers kisses across your face, neck and arms as a show of her vast appreciation for your putting up with her yammering. She treasures these moments, albeit mostly out of fear that your well of love will eventually run dry for her and you'll find someone far better.
⋆ ˚ 🐚 ⁀➴ ꒰ Shelly is a ball of sunshine; courageous, bold, and bright. Unfortunately, a single star in the night sky is always looked over in favor of the brighter, colorful ones. She carries the insecurity of her blandness, always on the verge of being entirely forgotten, even by her own friends, into your relationship. You know of this and you try to help but she always refuses to push her burdens onto you. Keep pushing. Show her that you care, that she'll always be the star you look for; your star. She'll open up bit by bit and the anxious squeezes disappear. The moments she treasures won't be held dearly out of fear but out of love. She'll eventually come to understand that you're her safe space and you're not planning on going anywhere.
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┆Jealous!Jax x reader ; in which Jax isn't all too fond of your relationship with his evil clone..
-ˋˏWarnings┆slightly suggestive!ˎˊ-
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Jax centric! Reader is gn! Pre-established relationship Canon divergent cause he doesn't run off with Pomni after the adventure Jax does bunny stuff I feel like it's kinda cliche to write about evil Jax but oh well "Insane man creates a fake scenario and gets mad about it" ahh Jax is petty, sucks at intimacy and always has angst I think with a happy ending! Writitng about kissing Jax is so weird that boy does NOT have lips 😭 Me writing a make out scene is the equivalent of an asexual writing smut so apologies if it's written so unbearably horrible May be ooc...
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
It's stupid really, being jealous of some insignificant bot; a copy. Unfortunately, as dumb as it was, he couldn't help but stare daggers into the back of his own miscolored head. You were supposed to be playing softball. So why was it that you were chatting it up with some whimpy, pathetic ripoff when the real thing was sitting right here? Pomni was just beside him, stiff, awkward, stealing fearful glances at his reddening face. Jax's pupils had shrunken to pinpoints as he watched your friendly interaction with his evil clone from the benches. Pomni, too terrified to say a thing, kept her mouth shut, eyes gluing onto the scene before them.
Jax hadn't seemed to notice it but he'd begun stomping his foot against the concrete, ears pulled back as you shared a laugh with the pink bunny before you. They have to be doing this on purpose.. he thought, practically grinding his teeth, deeply buried insecurities making their way back to the surface until they threatened to boil over. You'd already talked to him when he last got jealous of Zooble, scolding him about trust after he'd made them his sole target for the day. So, instead of getting violent and mean, he'd decided to get petty this time around. He'd give you what you wanted, peace and quiet to go flirt with some cheap knockoff.
When your hand landed on a tense shoulder he almost lost his cool and broke his own vow. Pomni watched as the seething, purple menace jolted out of his seat and stormed off to a dark and desolate corner, back turned to the game. Jax's barely contained rage only grew as you seemed to forget about him entirely for the rest of the adventure. It was only when everyone got back to the circus that you'd finally seemed to remember you already had a perfectly good boyfriend with you. He watched you until your gaze locked onto his, concern evident on the face of that goofy avatar he'd come to love so much.
Jax ripped his eyes away from yours at such a speed, almost as if he'd accidentally stared directly at the sun too long. You barely got a step in before he'd begun to walk off to his room. He pretended not to hear your calls, ignoring how good you made his name sound as he made his way into— what he would consider— his personal torture chamber. As he holed up in his room, he'd 'conveniently' forgotten to lock the door, sitting around and angrily thumping his foot as he waited for you to gently interrogate him. Hours seemed to go by— though, realistically, it was probably closer to 10 minutes before he heard his door creak open.
"Jax? Aren't you gonna go.. terrorize somebody?" your voice was gentle and he found that a fraction of his anger had dissipated as the room returned to it's earlier state of silence. He almost gave you a sarcastic response, as playful as always, before catching himself and gritting his teeth. Jax left you in painfully awkward silence, it made you feel a little stupid for even speaking. As expected, you don't give up on him. The door shuts but— even with his back turned to you— he knows you've entered the room rather than backed out.
"Jax.." you try your luck again, your softness now laced with frustration. In retaliation, he shifts a little further from you, head turned to the wall instead of straight ahead. There's a burning fury, audible in each and every step you take toward him until your shadow looms overhead and sucks the already dim brightness from the pastel sheets beneath him.
"What? God, you're being real clingy today." his tone was as cocky and irritating as usual. It seemed to serve it's intended purpose as you groaned, fed up.
"Can't you take anything seriously? I'm trying to–" you snapped your mouth shut, teeth audibly clacking together as you watched him mock you, essentially calling you annoying. You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and smack his shoulder hard. Hard enough to drive the point across that you weren't joking around with him. A hiss escaped him as the area momentarily stung, "Ow! Now you're bullying me?" he rubs his shoulder, eyes still focused on the frilly pillows he refused to call his own.
"Jax!" the colors he lovingly associated with you came into view as you sat in front of him. You were now effectively unavoidable. Jax rolls his eyes and reluctantly meets your gaze, greeting you with his semipermanent smile.
"I'm not f%$@!#ing around. We seriously need to talk." your tone was firm as you took hold of both his shoulders. His pupils dilate, seeing the look on your face and knowing it was directed at him suddenly made this whole petty plan of his seem stupid. Jax kept quiet and still, ears limp at the sides of his head, "I always knew you were insecure but holy sh%$!" he blinked slowly, lips parting ever so slightly. You scoff and cross your arms, staring right back at him, "I'm not stupid Jax. Christ– an npc? Are you kidding? A bot made you jealous?" you seemed insulted and rightfully so, glaring at him until he was almost certain you'd burned two holes where his pupils should be.
The way you spoke made shame rise to his floppy ears until they burned a pinkish purple. Jax, being the man he was, refused to let the embarrassment of being scolded like child break him, taking a deep breath instead. The smile came back to his face, "Jealous? Do you hear yourself sweetheart?" smirking, he leaned back until his face was as far from you as possible without him having to scoot away.
"C'mon! I'm not that far gone." Jax snickered dryly as a pathetic attempt to try and provide relief from the suffocating tension that hung between the two of you. It didn't seem to put either of you at ease and only served to make him seem less credible. You scoff, "So that whole tantrum at the stadium? Tell me. I wanna hear it in detail– what was that?" your eyes were lidded, silently implying that no matter what sad excuse or scenario he spat out, you wouldn't believe him. Jax wasn't all too sure what to say in rebuttal, pupils shrunken back to small squares as he stared back at you.
He swallowed once, smirk having long since fallen to a small frown, "You weren't even–" "Pomni– being the wonderful friend she is– told me out of concern." he cursed under his breath but it hardly mattered when the room was dead silence. Pomni you f%$@!#ing @!sshole he cursed her name in his head, the censorship unavoidable, even in his thoughs. You let him sit in silence for a few minutes, allowing the information and your irritation to soak into him as slowly as possible before it began to feel less like his punishment and more like your own.
The muscles in your shoulders relaxed as you watched him slump over, accepting defeat. You bring him into a hug, "We've known each other for years by now and you still don't trust me to choose you over an npc?" you were surprised to feel a pair of skinny arms wrap around you but you kept quiet in hopes he wouldn't pull away as quickly as he usually did.
"It's not that, I just–" he sighed, burying his face into the crook of your neck and taking in your scent with a long inhale. Jax gathered his thoughts and chewed at his lip, trying to formulate a coherent sentence. His hold on you tightened by a fraction, "I hate knowing that someone else looks at you the way I do.. scares me.." he murmurs, ears burning once again. Vulnerability, even with the one he held dearest to him, still felt like he was intentionally burning the finger prints off the pads of his fingers; like holding them in place until they were raw and sensitive. It felt wrong not to pull away— against his instincts. It was painful to willingly expose himself to you.
"But you know there's no reason for you to be so worried, right? You know I'm not leaving." your thumb rubs comforting circles into his back but nothing seemed to quell the anger still burning in his gut. In truth, nothing you said had really helped, much to his own dismay, "Yeah.." he shrugged, deciding the best course of action was to let you believe you'd put his jealousy to rest. You held him for a good few minutes; it must've felt quite endearing and intimate to you but he sat uncomfortable in your arms the entire time, waiting to be released. Once you finally began to pull away, the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding had finally escaped him.
"Sooo we cool?" you joke, a smile finally coming to your face, infecting him. Jax's frown was quickly replaced by that infamous grin you love and everyone hates. A few chuckles and giggles were exchanged, significantly lightening the mood before you interrupted, pressing a firm kiss to his lips as if trying to erase any trace of his insecurities. A tremor runs along his spine until he can feel it in his neck and just as he's about to shut his eyes and kiss back, you pull away. He shoots you a disappointed glare but it makes you laugh rather than feel guilty. Jax scoffs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. The sudden change in position caught you off guard, "Ah–!" your yelp was cut short as he closed the gap between you once more.
The kiss was almost romantic; gentle and warm. It was entirely out of his character. You've been together long enough to know he loves to give you emotional whiplash so when the kiss suddenly swapped comfort for heat it didn't shock you as much as Jax would've liked it too. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, an ask for permission. You let him in without hesitation, parting your lips in response. You felt the corners of his mouth twitch, a smile playing on his lips as he began to explore you as he'd always done. You try not to laugh, imagining how stupid the sight of two cartoonish avatars sucking each other's faces must look. You, instead, try to focus on the way his tongue made its way around, like he's already got you mapped out.
Jax's hold on you tightened, gloved hands wandering across your body until they found their place on what would be your hips. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him a little closer as you too, began to explore his mouth. A quiet groan escaped him, irritation bleeding into the moment as you tried to take what he always wanted. Control. The last inkling of innocent romance quickly vanished as he turned a kiss into a competition, muscles lashing against each other as he pressed you closer. He pressed against you, forcing you to lean back until you were caged in his arms, stuck between him and his cutesy bedsheets. Everything else faded into obscurity, colors blurring into unimportant blobs as you focused everything on Jax; the night itself becoming a passionate blur.
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Child!reader episode 4 TADC. Instead of them going to spudsys they go with Kinger [Maybe them spending with Caine as well]
-ˋˏmᥡ ᑲᥲᑲᥡˎˊ-
┆Kinger, Caine & Child!reader ; in which Kinger takes care of you while the others work a shift at spudsy's!
-ˋˏWarnings┆child neglectˎˊ-
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Reader centric! Reader is gn! Caine pops in Reader is a neglected child Reader is around elementary age Caine refers to reader as 'little caterpillar' but you don't physically have to be a caterpillar This one is a lot shorter than my last fic Kinger is in his little pillow fort because I find that adorable <3 Reader reviews multiplication with Kinger and proceeds to unintentionally trauma dump This probably doesn't follow canon what am I doing 💔 Guh lately I feel like I haven't been fulfilling requests very well May be ooc...
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
When you'd first arrived to the circus, everyone was a little.. shocked to say the least. Who let their child freely wander some random building until they found a headset? What kind of parent let's this happen? Regardless of the arguments everyone made, Caine didn't make an exception for you. You were just as stuck here as anyone else. The only good thing about you being here was that you weren't alone. Pomni would try to cheer you up, seeing as she's the jester. Jax would keep more to himself than anything but his pranks were noticeable kinder. Ragatha always stuck to you, holding your hand as she took you for little walks around the circus; you referred to her as your sister.
Gangle would often let you watch her draw, occasionally letting you color a few of her sketches to keep you calm. Zooble kept watch of you, making sure you never strayed too far from the group. Caine tried not to take you on any traumatic adventures. And finally, Kinger was your safe space. You called or ran to him first for anything. Throughout your stay, you've come to know him as your dad, always clinging to and following behind him like a duckling. Kinger never seemed to mind either, though he thought of himself as more of your babysitter than your father.
Today, Caine had agreed to a more realistic adventure and ushered everyone but Kinger into the portal. When you attempted to follow behind them, a gravity defying bubble formed around you, placing you just outside of Kingers little pillow fort. A familiar gloved finger popped the bubble and waggled, "Ah, ah, ah! Sorry little munchkin but I do not condone child labor!" Caine patted your head affectionately before instructing you to stay with Kinger until the others returned, eventually disappearing himself to god knows where.
Being as good of a kid as you are, you crawled into Kinger's den as told, "Papa!" you called out to him, a giant, childish smile on your face. He turned to you, eyes squinted to imply a smile. He outstretched his floating hands to you before you tackled him in a hug. He sets you down beside him and shifts until his chess piece body is facing you entirely. From an outsiders perspective, it almost seemed as if the two of you were gearing up to start gossiping. Kinger pulled a small notepad out of thin air, manifesting a pencil along with it, "Alrighty! Let's see what you've learned!" he jots down a simple multiplication problem before flipping the notepad to you.
"Oh! Ummm– fifteen!" Kinger flips the notepad back and scribbles down the correct answer. Your ears burn in embarrassment at the thought of getting it wrong as you watch the pink eraser move. It didn't take long for him to flip it back over. Your eyes scanned the equation until they locked onto the newly written fifteen. You pump your fists into the air, being careful not to punch a pillow out of place on accident, "Yaaay!" you cheered. You heard a chuckle escape the man in front of you, "Great job!" Kinger proceeded to scribble down a few more problems before handing you both the notepad and the pencil to solve them on your own.
Kinger liked to call these little moments your school hours. You may be trapped in a digital circus but that doesn't mean you shouldn't still be growing and developing like any normal child. So, for a few long minutes, you learned a bit of math with Kinger as your teacher. The twenty minutes you had spent doing problems with him felt like long and agonizing hours; you never understood how he could say things like "That went by really fast!" after almost every lesson.
As you decided to lie down on a few pillows, ready to take a cat nap, Kinger settled into his spot beside you, "Wanna hear a story for your reading hours instead of doing more work? Just for today." his voice had softened significantly.
"Mhm.." you hum in response, your exhaustion audible. With a clear of his throat, he began to tell his story. You could barely focus on what he was actually saying but you managed to catch bits of the tale. It went along the lines of a king losing his queen in a maze of his very own creation. You weren't very fond of the ending where he couldn't find her and ended up ruling the kingdom alone. Your eyes gradually shut as he continued to ramble, the warmth of his voice washing over you. The lids of your eyes were suddenly far too heavy to keep up so you gave in, letting them shut on their own as the sound of Kingers voice faded into obscurity.
Your nap lasted a few measly minutes before Caine materialized inside the fort, speaking at such a volume that his voice would've reached the deepest crevices of the circus if it weren't trapped in a cage of fabric and cotton. You jolt awake, shaken. Caine happily greeted you with his usual enthusiasm, "Good morning little critter!" he waves with too much energy and the sight irritates you. You contemplate lashing out at him but, knowing Kinger would likely scold you, you bit your tongue instead. In your rebellious silence a hand is placed on your back, encouraging you to respond.
"Hi den–" you snap your mouth shut, recalling how upset Caine last was when you dismissed him as 'dentures'; a word you vaguely remember learning from Jax as a throwaway insult. You pout and correct yourself, "Hi Caine.." the words escape you in an almost unintelligible mumble. You hug your knees to your chest, curling into a tight ball. The cartoonish body you'd been trapped in and long gotten sick of had suddenly captured your interest again as the two grown men rambled about something you couldn't bring yourself to care about, like gossiping school girls.
A long sigh escaped you, your boredom apparently evident to no one but you. You longed to go back to sleep but Caine's incessant, noisy yapping kept your brain from even a semblance of rest. Eventually, though, their attention turned to you. Finally.. you thought to yourself, the grumpy expression on your face dissolved as Kinger tilted his head, "Speaking of.. why don't you tell a story?" he referred back to your earlier "English" assignment. You blink, slightly unsure of what your tiny, growing brain could come up with on a whim. You hum, quietly thinking to yourself before something finally clicked.
You perk up, shifting into the familiar criss cross applesauce position, "Okay! So, I think it was a Friday and my momma took me to the grocery store with her! As soon as we walked in the store, I started looking at the toys they had by the big doors and I was picking one out but when I looked back, momma was gone. I started looking for her all over the store and the strangers near me kept looking at me all weird! I spent the whole time looking for momma until I found her putting all the groceries back in the cart at the register. It turns out she didn't know I was gone the whole time!" you giggle, expecting some hearty laughter but the fort stayed silent.
You were the only one laughing, despite the way your recollection of the memory made your heart ache. Your mother had been no stranger to forgetting your existence entirely, recalling another instance where you hid from her at the park. She only looked up from her cellphone after an hour and casually called your name, like calling for a dog. Even after the fact, she didn't search for you, merely stared into the horizon for a moment before engrossing herself back into some stupid thing online. More often then not, she would completely neglect you or out right give up on dealing with you.
She'd call it nagging when you begged her to play with you, insisting your father would when he got home. He didn't either. You could hardly conjure the image of the man that'd created you, like trying to remember the face of a stranger you glimpsed on the sidewalk hours after the fact. In all honesty, you might as well have just been an orphan; It wouldn't change a damn thing.
In the midst of your epiphany, you realized your laughter had died, heavy silence turning the once warm atmosphere into something more intense; vivid and awful as you were forced to face the reality of your home life. No one said a word but you were pulled into a comforting side hug by Kinger. You curled your fingers to make a tight fist; they shook angrily. It took everything in you not to burst into tears on the spot. Caine looked just as close to crying as he spoke, "My poor baby! Don't you worry my little caterpillar, every member of this circus would know in a heart beat if you disappeared!" Caine pats your head again.
You catch yourself silently pleading with the cosmos that you could stay in the circus with everyone, even if no one but Caine shared that sentiment. You wanted nothing more than to stay with your dad. Your real dad, Kinger. Safe and wrapped up in the handmade blanket of warmth and attention no one at home had ever spared you.
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TADC request where reader is the only one who actively acknowledges Bubble and thinks he is adorable so he starts crushing and following them like a lost puppy. Maybe even the reader gets extra motivation and tips furing adventures
-ˋˏძі᥎іᥒᥱ? іᥒ𝗍ᥱr᥎ᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒˎˊ-
┆Bubble x Lonely!reader ; in which Bubble is your only true friend in this digital hellscape.
-ˋˏ Warnings┆none!ˎˊ-
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Reader centric! Reader is gn! Slight angst! Reader is introverted and has essentially isolated themselves out of mistrust I tried to make Bubble as weird as he usually is Bubbles crush isn't very obvious (I think) Set during episode 7! Let's pretend Bubble can't be popped if you hold him gently enough I got carried away.. sorry anon... I lost the plot near the end.. Strap in folks this is a long one.. May be ooc...
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
Throughout your stay in this digital prison disguising itself as a circus, you've learned that everyone here has a friend. Of course, everyone here— aside from Jax— likes to think of themselves as friends, acquaintances at the very least but you could see how everyone instinctively paired up. Everyone had someone they relied on; Jax had Pomni, Gangle had Zooble and Ragatha had Kinger. You? You were the black sheep. Although, almost everyone— especially Ragatha— has helped and offered you some small form of friendship which was always nice while it lasted.
More often than not, you found yourself conversing with Bubble whenever you could. It really helped that, unlike like the other bots, he didn't disappear after an adventure; he never forgets what you two had spoken about either. Point being, whenever you couldn't turn to anyone else in the circus, you knew you had Bubble at the very least— which is, admittedly, kind of embarrassing. Finding comfort in an AI was not what you wanted to be remembered for.
However, it never sat right with you. It felt more forced than anything; it was as if you were an after thought they felt the need to pity and pay some attention to every now and then as to prevent another abstraction. At first, it'd felt lonely. Lonelier than you think any human was meant to feel. Inevitably though, you'd gotten used to the crushing loneliness; on especially bad days, you sought the comfort of the various NPC's throughout every adventure, though, you were particularly fond of a cute little floating AI residing in the circus itself.
Lately, though, you'd noticed how much more frequently Bubble would visit your room, offering you company. Usually, you'd be the one seeking him out. It didn't help to ease your concern when he began to give you small hints on what to do in adventures. Sometimes he'd just flat out tell you it was pointless, that the adventure hardly mattered at all. It was rather odd behavior from such a feral little guy which made you worry that you'd somehow accidentally corrupted him or screwed with his code.
Today in specific was.. eerie.. to say the least. It was way too calm and quiet for what was supposed to be 'Adventure hour' as you'd call it. Caine had given you all the freedom to do whatever for the day, only throwing out a suggestion, prompting everyone to have a fun 'beach' day. As always, you were off to the side, hiding away from everyone else in the shade. Bubble was away at the moment, presumably helping Caine conjure up an adventure for tomorrow or tending to him as usual.
His absence only reminded you of your crippling loneliness, the silence growing increasingly loud. You sigh, fidgeting with the sand beneath your cartoonish vessel under the cool shade of a nearby palm tree, trying to comfort yourself while he was away. A commotion tore your eyes away from your current activity— if you could call it that. Ragatha held a stuffed hand over the spot her button typically was as Pomni dove into the lake.
As you watched Ragatha patiently wait in the clear waters, a part of you wondered if you'd be by her side right now, making small talk and basking in the bright rays of the personified sun; if only you hadn't made everyone feel as if you wanted to be alone indefinitely. A quiet sigh escaped you but, unfortunately, Ragatha is quite the listener. Her stringy red hair trembled as she turned to you, hand falling to her side. Any ounce of joy that'd once been displayed was quickly replaced with concern as she met your gaze.
She must take you for some pathetic abandoned puppy, in desperate need of pity and babying. The thought of being treated like some helpless little thing twisted your once serene expression into a harsh grimace and forced you to turn your gaze back to the ground before your expression spoke for you. As the sound of footsteps fast approached you, you found yourself instinctively trying to shrink away from them; a silent plea to stop trying to help. A familiar shadow soon cast over you, a gentle voice trying to coax a response of any kind from you, "Hey.." the care that went into the way she spoke to you made it impossible for you to keep your head down.
You tilt your head back up, slow and weary. Your met with that sweet, understanding smile of her's; so sweet it's nauseating. You try to contain your emotions but you can feel one of your muscles twitch. Ragatha's smile falters for a fraction of a second but any trace of it is gone in the blink of an eye, "You sure you don't wanna join us? Maybe Jax could use some company in his.. uh– sulking?" Ragatha extends a plush arm out and gestures toward Jax, staring out into the horizon in silence under the shade of a parasol.
For once, Jax wasn't harassing someone or at least sticking close to the group. It was a bit of a strange sight to see such a loud character by his lonesome for a change. You flinched when he turned to you, already seemingly pissed despite your lack of words or even actions. You turn away before he can even open his mouth. Ragatha let's out a soft sigh, arm already having retreated to its prior place. She'd given you the grace of silence for a few fleeting seconds before commenting, "I guess that was pretty stupid of me.. I mean– I've known him longer than you have and I really thought that was a good suggestion?" ragatha chuckles dryly to herself.
You find the current look on her face a little comforting; discourage, exhaustion and panic. She scrambled for a few more minutes, trying to fix whatever she thought was broken and clearly still hoping you'd take up her offer. When she caught the sight of Pomni's spot in the water bubbling, she was soon gone. You watched as they played and spoke like old friends with the small addition of Kinger; as if Ragatha hadn't freaked out speaking to you the way she had just a few moments ago.
Silence soon settled back in, the warmth of Ragatha's presence lingering just beside you as a cruel reminder that you were alone again. You decided to try and recondition yourself to the quiet, attempting to keep your focus on the sand once again when a pop sounded beside you, filling the emptiness Ragatha had left. Your head snaps up, the familiar sight of bright, sharp teeth filling your vision. An awkward laugh escaping your tightly shut lips, "Okay, waaaay too close!" you lean away, a smile coming to your face.
"Not close enough!" Bubble floats a few laps around your head before settling back at your side. You lean back, far more relaxed than before, "Sooo? What'd you wanna talk about today?" you stare out at the lake, it's water an unrealistic blue, damn near neon. Bubble, who's tongue was out for whatever reason, slowly came back into your field of view, "Just came here to warn you!" you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head and patiently waiting for further explanation.
"Able isn't real, your life is a lie, and this whole thing is pointless!" Bubble exclaims like a mad man, floating around as if to frolic. You sit up, tense once again, "What? Didn't Caine give us a free day?" you lean in, failing to notice how empty the lake had suddenly gotten. Bubble shook, "Nope! It's a ssssecret adventure!" the tone he used only further confused you but you assumed it was just another weird decision on his part.
"Uh– Okay..? Anything else?" Bubble hummed as if to think before floating further away from you, "We should kill everyone– We should hide in your room!" There was a momentary glitch that certainly didn't go unnoticed but it was hardly out of the ordinary anymore. You carefully got to your feet and followed behind him, finally realizing just how deserted the lake was. You had to wonder just how long you'd been out here on your own. The thought of how big of a loser you must've looked like made you visibly cringe.
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Once you'd arrived at the psychological torture chamber that was your room, you locked and barricaded the door in hopes that Jax wouldn't be able to break in unannounced. You sat on the ground with a loud sigh, leaning back against the bed and bringing your knees to your chest in a futile attempt to comfort yourself. Bubble made his way toward you, albeit so slowly that you thought you were going insane for a split second. A smile comes to your face almost instinctively as you turn to him, "So, am I allowed to just skip this one?" you bite back a giggle; the concept of talking to a floating film of soap never failed to amuse you.
"It's torture." his tone lost it's playfulness but the smile never faded. The corner of your lip twitched, smile faltering for a short moment. You turned your head back to stare at the ground, "How so..?" you held out a fraction of hope, praying he was joking. You were afraid, not only that you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you left the others to suffer while you hid in your room but that they wouldn't forgive you either. Bubble slowly turned to you. Something about the way he stared so deeply into your eyes was unnerving.
"You don't need to know!" his smile widened ever so slightly but the uneasy feeling in your chest didn't fade. Against your burning curiosity you decided to move on. It's not like you were about to get anything out of him. You let out a quiet sigh, a testament to your silent frustration and exhaustion, "Alright, let's talk while they're off on that adventure." you wipe the frown off your face, one you didn't realize was there before. Bubble nearly plopped himself into your lap out of excitement, "Let's talk about crushes like little highschool girls!" you shift awkwardly in your spot.
"Crushes? What, is Caine trying to learn about romance now?" you chuckle and cross your arms.
"Nope!" he spins in place for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, "Okay..? So do yo–" "You go first!" he cuts into your sentence before you can even finish. With a small shrug, you start up again, "Well.. I wouldn't say I have a crush on anyone right.." your hands look for something— anything— you can fidget with. Unfortunately, in their little search, they embarrassingly land on Bubble. You scan his beady eyes in an attempt to figure out whether you'd just screwed yourself over or not.
"Are we about to kiss?" his eyes narrow and you try not to laugh once more.
"What?! No!" with your immediate response, bubbles expression falls but you aren't sure whether he's playing around again. You give him a few pats as you'd occasionally seen Caine do, trying to console him just in case, "Aw man.." his voice was a little quieter and much gentler than before. You caught your heart aching, as if you'd hurt a real person. You were reminded of how painfully stupid you were when he wiped the sadness off his face— as if nothing had happened.
"Let's talk about more stuffs!" you swore a little heart shaped bubble escaped from his side but it was gone so fast, you were almost entirely sure you'd imagined the shape. A smile makes it's way onto your face, "Okay okay.." you ignored the fact that he never answered your earlier question but you supposed an AI couldn't exactly have a crush to talk about.
And so, you talked. You talked to him until your throat felt scratchy. You talked to him until you struggled to find another topic, desperate to continue the conversation. Your nose scrunched in distaste as the thought of having to sit alone in your room arose at the lack of subjects to discuss. You'd shifted positions, lying on your bed with Bubble hovering just beside you in a pathetic attempt to get the ball rolling. Maybe it'd somehow remind you of something interesting. You were grasping at straws until you could no longer do even that.
"Would it be alright if we just... sit here in silence..? I can't–" you let out a quiet sigh, "I can't think of anything else to talk about anymore.." you mumble, staring up at the dark ceiling. The long silence that followed made you panic, so much so you had to glance over at him to make sure he was still there and hadn't somehow quietly escaped you. When you found his colorful self still beside you, the fear that'd originally attempted to take root in you had gradually dissipated. You took his silence as an agreement.
So, for what felt like hours, you lied in bed with your AI companion beside you, finding comfort in a scene most would find eerie; dystopian even. You wondered what everyone else was doing. There was concern for what Caine might be putting them through while you were holed up in your room. Though, as your eyelids grew heavier, your thoughts shifted to something you could bear to think about. Maybe Caine had spared them. Maybe it really was a free day. Surely he would've found a way to drag you out and force you into the adventure if there truly was one.
With that final thought, you lulled yourself into a cat nap, unaware you'd awaken to your fellow prisoners and their dangerously low morale as prayers of escaping this hell had been unintentionally crushed into dust. Although, maybe you'd already come to accept your life here; you already had someone— something— to keep you company anyway. What more was there to lose?
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As I'm sure most of you have already seen, Ren has come forward with a doc exposing the horrific things Zeal has done and the people who helped and defended him. I highly encourage everyone who can read the doc (linked at the end of this post) to do so and send all of your love and support to Ren right now. I also encourage you to stop directly supporting Zeal and the people who'd covered for him, don't play Pressure, don't buy merch, don't buy the gamepasses or anything of the sort.
Just remember that this is about Ren and the least of your concerns should be about the future of the game. It doesn't matter if it's shut down, abandoned, sold off or whatever else, our attention should be on the victim and how we can help. This isn't just "Roblox drama" where someone gets exposed for being a terrible person morally. A real person in the real world was sexually assaulted. This is not drama. This is a crime that's left someone traumatized.
I'm going to keep this part as brief as I can because, as I said before, it should be the least of anyone's concern right now but I don't believe liking the characters or the story is some deplorable thing. I understand that. It's similar to liking an artists music despite how horrible of a person they might be. There are ways around supporting them directly while still enjoying what you do. You can completely cut ties with the fandom or you can simply distance yourself. I'm not here to tell you what you can and can't do but I'm simply going to state what I feel is right and wrong. You can decide to unfollow me or not.
I will personally continue to write for the characters in the future. I will, however, no longer be keeping up with the lore of the game from here on out nor will I be playing it or even using the official wiki. Any future pressure fics will always have some form of notice that I do not support the creator nor am I promoting the game. If you have anymore questions about any of that, shoot me a message or an ask but that is the most I'll be saying in this post.
Please, honor Ren's wishes. Do not hurt anyone. Do not dox anyone. Do not try to convince people to hurt themselves in an attempt to serve some sort of justice. You'd only be doing more harm than good. Too many people have already been hurt, we do not need to hurt more. Yes, Zeal has done one of the worst thing's someone can do but hurting him isn't going to suddenly make everything better. The best thing you can do is stop supporting him and help bring him to court if it is what Ren wants to do.
Please remember, I'm still a minor and a stupid one at that (not that that's an excuse) If I didn't handle this well, I'm sorry. I tried my best to put my thoughts into words. I couldn't stay silent about this either because Pressure had been a huge staple in my life, I write for it, and P.ai.nter is my biggest comfort character. It's just not something I can stay silent about.
Again, please go support Ren and show as much love as you can. Read the doc and bring attention to it no matter how small of a creator you are. Everyone deserves to know who's game they're playing, who they might be supporting and what they've done. Thank you for reading this all the way through.
This is the doc please read it and be mindful of the warnings.
