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Mkay Mephie I have to ask: do you.....have any other bird friends? Crows? Owls? Hawks? Pigeons? Sparrows??? Would love for you to introduce them to me!

If you don't prefer the company of other birds, no worries. I gift you the shiniest bottlecap I could find :3

SIKE I WENT INSANE AND KEPT DRAWING

Shiny like the frosted glass [pt. 1??]

Summary: op went insane and the thought about who would make a good friend for Fat Mephisto

ALSO to the person who sent the ask asking about the ocs i have for each of the LIs, you are seen and heard i am just slow at going through asks, please consider this a little preview for that too

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Breathe

gonna start posting more (try to anyways) just so I could improve my writing and stuff... this is also lightly edited. done at 4am so if this doesn't make sense. spare me.

cw: icky-ish 141, more like platonic icky fauxcest?? nothing sexual. they like to call Price Dad. consists of collars and rope (bondage). wholesome...(?)

141 x ADHD!gen!reader

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It’s been a long ass, fucking day, as always. Sometimes you wish you could have 24 hours of nothing between each day. Your shoulders are stiff, your joints ache, and your head feels like it’s filled with bricks that defy logic, bouncing around inside your skull like it’s paid to do it. It’s just all too much.

It's silent as you walk back to your room. Zoned out yet hyperaware of every detail at once. You don't register as Ghost trails behind you, a shadowy presence all the way to your door.

You fumble as you open your door, startled at the call of your name.

"You hearin me?" Ghost's voice is gruff, like it's rarely been used. His hand clasps against your nape. A gentle pressure.

You grunt in response, silently walking into your room.

"Yes or no," he rasps.

It takes you a second too long to realize what he's asking. You whimper, nodding before you even think twice about it. You needed this today.

"I'll call him," he's already taking out his phone to send a text to Price. He drops his phone on the dresser and opens the first drawer, grabbing a rope and collar.

You're too exhausted to change. Just sitting quietly on your bed watching him. Watching the way he moves smoothly. Questioning how someone can be so confident in every aspect of their life. No action he took was a waste. Everything purposeful. You yearned to be like him. You took up so little space and too much all at once. You were constantly at two ends of a spectrum. Sometimes you wonder who you really are.

You startle again when Ghost is suddenly in your face. Crouched in front of you. His posture says he's been waiting for you.

"Gonna undress ya," he states. Already peeling off my boots.

"Da''?" you call out softly.

"He's come'n" he grips your knees "'M gonna get started." You nod.

He's already slipping off your uniform. leaving you in your undershirt and underwear. He calls your name again, his hands weaving through your hair at the base of your neck, and yanking gently.

That was the most successful at catching your attention. The pressure is pulling you back to reality again.

He drops on the bed next to you, pulling you between his legs. Your knees hooked over his thighs, and your side almost pressed to his chest. He grabs the collar and gently clasps it around your neck. The size has been adjusted to your liking ages ago.

You take—what feels to be—your first breath of air all day. The pressure instantly grounded. You slump into his chest with a sigh.

"Thank you, Si," you mumble with a dazed smile. He just hums in response and proceeds to comb his hands through your hair.

You hear familiar footsteps heading towards your door. It clicks open to reveal Prince.

"Hi, sweetheart. You doin' alright?" he says softly. kissing your forehead and crouching down in front of you and Simon.

"mhm"

"Look so pretty like this. Dad's here. Simon and I will take care of you. Okay?"

"Thank you, Dad," you hum again.

"Of course, darling. What are dads for?" He stands up to grab the rope, while Simon rearranges you on your bed. My belly against the mattress, and your head on his lap. His hands are still running through your hair.

Price kneels on the bed, the rope in his hands. Simon watches as Price positions your arms and ties them together. Price was always the best at bondage; he always knew the best way to do it without restricting you, while also putting enough pressure. Because that was the point of this, the pressure. You needed it to breathe. To ground you when your body felt too light to stay standing.

Simon has been learning from him, but Price still does it best.

"The boys wanted to come, but, though you needed a minute before you're attacked," Price breaks the silence. "They're outside waiting, though."

"Kay," you mutter in daze. The rope having the right effect on you. You hum in content. This is the kind of floaty you like. The brainless kind. Not the overwhelming feeling of constantly stumbling while bricks are being thrown at you.

With your approval, you're door is thrown open, Soap and Gas come stumbling in.

"Heard ya havin' a bad day, lass," Soap says quietly.

"We wanted to see you. Dad said you needed some TLC." Gas followed.

"M'okay now. Feel good," you slur. Price finishes the last knot and smiles

"Good girl, sweetheart, letting us take care of you," he mumbles across your temple, giving you a kiss.

Now dazed and relaxed, Simon and Gaz sandwich you between them, squeezing you tight on your bed. Soap is snuggling up against your feet. You're not sure how you all fit on the bed—minus Price, who's watching from the small couch in the corner of your room—but they somehow make it work.

Nothing mattered to you now. No need for useless thoughts. Just gentle pressure everywhere, as you float in peace.

At some point after you fall asleep, they'll untie your arms and gently remove the collar. Simon's gentle hands massaging your arms softly enough not to wake you.

Soap and Gaz have somehow made it to the ground, knocked out, cuddling each other. Price grabs a spare blanket and covers them. Leaning down to kiss each of his boys on the forehead. Even Simon, who's still cuddled next to you. You're his kids. How could he not care for you?

Price presses up against your back, making sure you're comfortable between him and Simon, before drifting off to sleep.