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A/N: Follow-up to a request I got. Y'all can find the Euro/Pelle/Faust version here
Euronymous
If it was just the two of you in your shared apartment (as opposed to his bunk at Helvete), and Øystein found you curled up, napping in bed, he'd chuckle under his breath and nestle himself behind you. He'd get himself situated, spooning you and burying his face in the back of your neck. This fucker absolutely loves cuddling and he'd end up wrapped around you so tightly that when you wake up, you won't be able to get out of bed until he wakes up and is convinced to let you go after some grumbling and whining.
Ollie Sway - The Song of Sway Lake
If Ollie came home and found you napping, especially if you were wearing one of his shirts, he would just die. He'd crawl into bed with you so eagerly that he'd probably wake you up while trying to get cuddled up to you, then shush you and tell you to go back to sleep, pulling you into his chest while apologizing for waking you up.
Clyde - Electrick Children
If Clyde found you napping in his bed during the day, I think he'd stand guard by the door to make sure that nobody wakes you up. His 'apartment' really isn't the quietest place with the most considerate tenants, so he'd be worried about someone bursting in and waking you up, especially if you really needed the sleep.
Charlie Walker - Scream 4
If anyone on this list is gonna watch you sleep, it's gonna be Charlie. I can totally see him pulling up a chair and watching for a while before eventually crawling under the blankets with you. He can't help himself. You just look so soft and vulnerable when you're asleep, and he rarely gets to see you looking so peaceful.
Danny Cooper - Intruders
Danny Boy would melt if he saw you curled up, taking a midday nap in his bed. I think he'd just let you sleep and check on you every few minutes, poking his head in to make sure you're still sleeping soundly while he quietly wanders around the apartment cleaning up and getting a little snack ready for you when you wake up.
Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home
I think that if you're dating and living with Jack, you're probably really used to falling asleep alone and waking up with him next to you. I think he'd be considerate about not waking you up and would just drape an arm over your waist if he wanted to sleep too.
Mike - 5lbs of Pressure
I can picture the way that Mikey's breath would hitch in his throat if he found you sleeping in his bed. Mostly, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen, but he's also glad that you feel safe enough in his room to just fall asleep like that. He'd be tripping over himself to get next to you and lie there listening to your peaceful, soft breathing while looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face.
Gabriel - Gabriel (2014)
Sweet boy Gabe would be so careful not to wake you up. He'd probably spend a good few minutes pacing, trying to decide whether or not he should risk waking you up by getting into bed with you. He wants to. Of course, he does, more than anything, but he'd overthink it for sure. If he did decide to risk it, he'd move so slowly and carefully that it would probably take him an hour to settle.
Summary: You're down for the count with a migraine, and all you want is to curl up in the bullshit bed you were given. Unfortunately, Epsilon told Kappa you were acting weird and sounded the alarm. Your meeting with Kappa doesn't quite go as you expected.
WC: 1.5k
Warnings: Reader is treated like a dog and also briefly infantilized, language, pot, allusions to voyeurism, Kappa's mad manipulative
This one's for the freaks.
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You laid on your dog bed, frustrated and absolutely miserable. You told yourself you didn't miss it-- miss your bed, miss your friends, miss the wonders of modern medicine. You had to earn their trust, so you couldn't miss it. Besides, he'd shown you more love than you'd ever received at home-- no. Your parents' house. Not home.
A shrill whistle brought you back to the present. Wincing, you picked you head up. Epsilon strolled over the filthy couch, an apple in his hand, then nodded at you once he sat down.
"Hey, pup," he taunted. "You've got an appointment."
"What?" You squinted.
"Said, 'you've got an appointment.'" He pointed upwards. "Up there."
"With Kappa?" You asked, sitting up. Your nose was red from being smashed against the dog bed.
"No, with God himself," he huffed, spewing little flecks of apple with every word. "Just go."
You pulled yourself to your feet using the worn coffee table as a crutch. In any other situation, you would have avoided it like the plague. During one of your very first nights with the cult, while you were trying to sleep in the dog bed, you'd overheard (a kind understatement) Kappa and Theta engage in a rather private act, just out in the open. It wasn't something you believed you could ever unhear.
Stumbling towards the front of the barn was a humbling experience. The little bean-shaped blur in your vision made navigating the cluttered barn a real struggle. You stopped once you reached the rickety ladder, grabbing onto the rail and hanging your head.
"Kappa?" You called out, closing your eyes.
"Up!" He returned.
You couldn't help the whine you let out. Why couldn't he come down? You were hurting. You felt weak, tired, ready to curl up in your stupid bed and just sleep. Kappa's ears perked up when he heard the whine. You'd so willingly done anything and everything he and the others had suggested up to this point, and you were getting ready to graduate from the dog bed and move up to a shitty mattress. He stepped over to the ledge, peering down at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Why'd you whine?" He demanded.
"I-- I'm sorry," you mumbled, gripping the siderail of the ladder and starting to climb. "Didn't mean it."
"Ah-ah!" Kappa's tut stopped you mid-step. "I didn't ask if you meant it. I asked why you whined."
"I'm just hurting, is all," you admitted.
"Hurting, huh?" Kappa's brow softened. "What hurts? Here, come up." He waved a hand, indicating you to keep coming.
"My head," you replied, slowly ascending. "It really hurts."
"C'mon; there you go..." Kappa nodded appraisingly. He reached out for your hand once you were high enough for him to reach. You let him pull you up, not anticipating him to tug so hard. When you collapsed onto the rug, he chuckled. "Aww, no..."
"Just gimme a minute," you muttered. "Need a minute."
"No; no minutes," he said with a smile, gently nudging you with his boot. "Get up, now. We're gonna have a talk."
"Kappa--"
"Up." The kindness, however condescending, was gone. He grabbed your wrist and began to drag you over to his mattress. He didn't even give you a chance to get up. He just dumped you half off the side of the mattress and laid down next to you. "Get up here properly."
"Kappa, please, I really need a minute." The urgency in your voice caught him off guard. "Please. Okay?"
"What's wrong with you, huh? Your head can't hurt that bad," he scoffed.
"It does," you insisted. "I think it's a migraine. There's a weird, like, smudge in my eyes, and I just want to tear my head off. It hurts, Kappa..."
He let out a quiet coo and draped an arm over you, hauling you the rest of the way onto the mattress. He manhandled you to face him, frowning softly.
"You look pretty rough," Kappa concurred, wiping the hair away from your forehead with a grimy, yet soft, touch. "Where are you at in your cycle? If it is a migraine, it could be hormonal."
"I just got off my period last week."
He hummed and nodded. "Well, it's not that. You eating okay?"
"I eat whatever you feed me."
"And you do very good," he praised, stroking your hair. "You eat so good. Are you stressed?"
You hesitated. "Mmm..."
He deadpanned at you, somehow in a patronizing way. "Be honest, now. Are you stressed out?"
"I-- yeah, I guess," you croaked. "This is still kind of an adjustment."
"Aw, I know it is, pup." There was that stupid name again. The one that came with the stupid dog bed. "But you were doing so well..."
Were? Were? No; you had been great the whole time, and in that moment, too. You'd done what you were told. You'd listened to all the rants. You'd lived in the filth, and bathed in the river, and smoked the pot, and been so goddamn good.
"I'm still good," you asserted. "I'm just... down."
"That's a good way to put it, I think," Kappa mused. "But you've stressed yourself out so bad you got yourself a mirgraine, huh?"
You nodded weakly, just glad to be laying on a mattress again with your head on a pillow. No matter how gross and... used they were.
"Can't even talk, hmm?" He taunted.
"I'm tired..." you whined. "And it hurts..."
"Poor baby..." He rolled away and stood up, sauntering over to the jumbled pile of stuff in the corner. "You want some pot? Might help."
That foul-smelling shit was the last thing you wanted right now. Besides, the smell tended to give you a headache. You didn't want to risk making your migraine worse.
"Uh uh."
He tsked scornfully, tossing a dime bag aside. Instead, he grabbed one of the blankets in the mess and crouched down beside you. "If that's what you want," he said in a tone that suggested you should change your mind. "But okay. Let's get you all tucked in, hmm?"
The blanket reeked of sweat and weed, but it was so warm and soft. He tugged it up to the nape of your neck, then climbed back over you to his previous spot on the mattress.
"There you go, Pup..." He smiled warmly, petting your hair with a tender touch. "You just lay there and rest, okay? Kappa's going to take care of you."
"Can... can you please not call me that anymore?" Your voice came out entirely too small and pathetic.
"Aww, you don't like that?" He teased, sliding his arm down so he could pull you close. His shirt smelled six times worse than the blanket. "Puppy hates being the little bitch, huh?"
"I-- I don't; no..." You stammered. You couldn't decide if his words were hot, or if they came with a knuckle sandwich on the side. Maybe if you were in a higher functioning state, you would have clocked him.
"Mm, well, I've been talking with the others about you," he mumbled close to your ear. "We think you're ready for a big girl bed."
"Big girl bed?" Your brow furrowed. You could feel the pulsing pain even more clearly now, and you quickly relaxed.
"Yeah; a big girl bed. A mattress." Kappa nodded, fully aware that you couldn't see it through your closed eyes. "You're so good for us, and we think you deserve a little reward."
"Reward? So it could be taken away?"
He laughed quietly. "Well, we don't plan on it right now. It would replace your little dog bed, but if you... I don't know, seriously fucked up somehow, then maybe we'd take it away."
You let out a weak little whine of acknowledgement. Now that you'd established that you were well-behaved and could get a normal bed, you didn't care to continue the conversation. It was now, effectively, nap time, and he was impeding on it.
"Too down to even talk, huh?" He smiled. "That's okay. Baby needs her sleep."
Well, it was still slightly demeaning. But being the baby was better than being the dog. He wasn't entirely wrong, either. You were the youngest of the clan, so you were the baby of the family.
"We'll talk more about your big girl bed tomorrow, if you feel better," he offered in a voice more genuine than you anticipated. "But I don't want to stress you out even more if you're feelin' this shitty already."
"Talk about what?" You croaked. "Just so I can prepare myself."
"We're thinking about letting you come out with us, on a mission. But that's all you get to know tonight." Kappa traced his thumb down the soft ridge of your nose, the gesture almost tender. "If you're so well-behaved, then you'll sleep now. Because Baby listens so well, and she's being told to sleep."
You turned your face further against his chest, ignoring the godawful stench emanating from his shirt. He took his hand away from your face and planted it on the back of your head, holding you close.
"There you go," he whispered. "Just rest now."
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you know, I’ve wanted to tell you about this for a long time and I’ll tell you anyway.
Recently a foreign stranger wrote to me from a new account that he had recently created. he wrote to me, supposedly wanting to make friends, and I told him, I’ll try. everything seemed to be going well, the usual questions, I asked him too. Having named his age and gender, I was not greatly shocked, but when he asked me for my personal photo. I immediately felt hints of manipulation. I'll tell you right away. I am not one of those fish that is led by some worm swimming in the water, so I decided to test myself, and also find out his true intentions. he pressed for pity, and I persistently opposed him and blocked him. let it fly in all four directions.
Tell me, did I do the right thing by confronting an adult?
