A/N: wowowow this is my first post on this account. is it bad that it’s literally abt the worst character in obsession? he’s so hot im sorry </3
Warnings: SMUT, duh, selfish Bear
Being in a relationship felt..so foreign to Bear. He rarely had luck with girls..take Nikki for example? He had gathered up the courage to tell her how he felt after Trivia and she had smiled sadly at him—telling Bear ‘you’re like a little brother to me’.
And then, he met you. You were so sweet, so kind..you didn’t seem to mind his awkwardness or the tics he had that usually made people think ‘man, what a loser’.
You were perfect, Bear was obsessed.
As if you couldn’t get anymore perfect..you had asked Bear if he wanted to have a sleepover full of junk food and trash TV. The perfect night for him, much better than going to some dingy loud bar like usual.
Bear was sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through channels as he waited for you to come back from showering. When you had stepped out, you were wearing one of his oversized shirts that practically swallowed you whole. When Bear’s eyes fell on your form, he tried to ignore the raging surge of possession that came over him.
It wasn’t long before you were bent over the couch beneath him, soft whimpers leaving Bear’s lips as he rutted into you.
“F-Fuck..you’re so fucking perfect..” Bear moaned, his cock sloppily thrusting in and out of your pussy. His fingers grasped at your hips, pulling you back onto him over and over again. The feeling of your tight walls gripping him had him cumming embarrassingly fast.
Bear tried to resist and he began to mutter panicked apologies as his speed turned frantic. It felt too fucking good to slow down, he was selfish, chasing his own pleasure.
“Shit! Oh my—i-i’m sorry, oh fuck..!” Bear shuddered, his hips slamming forward as he forced his cock in as deep as he could go. His cum spurted out, a look of pure bliss on Bear’s face as he emptied himself inside of you.
He slumped forward, panting against your shoulder..
Bear was never going to let you go, whether you liked it or not.
Au: You are part of the friend group, Bear calls you and explains what happened with him and Nikki, you help. Nikki's free but Bear? Not so much.
Now playing: "Sue me" by Audrey Hobert
CW: 2nd POV, GN!toxic!reader (you read the plot and i wrote this with a fem-presenting reader in mind bc i am). Bear being bear, this takes place after the party and before sarah dies, i dont like sarah but i dont like her dead either, ian being ian, possibly OOC and i apologize for that, manipulation, mentions of blood, self-harm, and drugs, possession, wish!nikki, I tried to make bear not as evil but its a man.
Pairing: GN!reader x Bear Bailey, Platonic!nikki x GN!reader, and references to Nikki x Ian.
Author's note: if you guys want more, put it in my asks or dm me! I haven't written fanfiction in like years so excuse my rusty ahh writing. I know the movie was based in 2024 but i like having brainrot humor, okay.. Btw this will be short bc i'm lazy and also i'm still getting used to writing.
Taglist: @tht0nesimp, (dm to be added!)
divider by @/droideplane
You are part of the friend group, despite being friends with the four of them, you and nikki were the closest. The duo in a group of five, if you so please to call it.
That's the reason you knew something was up with Nikki and Bear. Nikki has always told you she only saw Bear as a friend when you two would hang out, but here you are. Watching- no - observing the both of them at work. She and Bear came to work together after trivia night and boom. Suddenly she's like all over him after being in a on-and-off fwb with ian. You had a feeling in your gut saying "hey pal.. this is weird as that one uncle's weird political views". But of course, you don't say anything. Why would you? They seem happy.
"it feels weird not seeing Nikki at work.. Kinda miss her." You said to Sarah. Nikki's two weeks ended so she doesn't come around to the shop anymore, which of course you felt sad about. Then Ian comes up to you two.
"I'm having a party at my house tonight, you guys joining?" He asked to the both of you.
You and Sarah agreed to go, why not. And things led up to Bear being invited, with the condition of Nikki isnmt allowed to tag along because of how weird she's being. Ian shrugged off Nikki's weirdness chalking it up to her taking Molly again but you knew she was sober for a while now, that made the alarm bells go off in your gut again.
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The party is going without a hitch, people playing games, drinking, etc. Just like a normal adult party. That was until the couple finally came around, your dear friends Nikki and Bear. You saw Ian lowkey mad(?) and scolding Bear for bringing Nikki to the party after he said he wouldn't. Then you saw the downwards slope of the party atmosphere, Jenga moving Bear and Nikki to be seperated, him almost kissing Sarah, Nikki freaking out and bashing her head into a broken glass bottle like a woman possesed with some freaky ass ghost. The guys were yelling at Bear to help her but you got to her first and lifted her up, you barked orders at Bear and finally got to the ER. You and Bear both were trying to get help for Nikki as she just danced around, but the hospital wouldn't take her. You put her to sleep in the back of the car and sat on the hood with Bear.
"What the hell was that?!" You demanded for an answer.
"I-.. Promise you wont tell anyone else what I'm about to tell you?" He asked back with a guilty expression.
"Fine! Just tell me why is Nikki, my best friend, acting like a lunatic!" You kept your voice loud to not wake her but sharp enough to scare Bear.
"I may have used a one wish willow to wish she loved me more than anyone else..." He admitted to you which caused the chain reaction of you slapping his face.
"You did fucking WHAT!? You wished for that which led to her being possesed like that-?! this- She's losing her autonomy!" You said to him angrily, he didn't argue because he knew that you were right. "I'm reversing this wish. I'm not letting you do this to her anymore." You added on.
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Bear drove you home and brought Nikki back to his house, his grandma's technically.
You paced around your house, you remember you had one of those one wish willow things as a gift from someone else you knew. You never opened it since you didn't know it worked until today, it was in your dresser. You sat on your bed and took it out of the dresser, you opened the box and took a deep breath before making your wish.
"I wish to help Nikki Freeman become free from Bear Bailey's wish." then *snap!*
In the morning you woke up to your phone buzzing, Nikki asking you if you're okay since she didn't know if you got home safe. You got your phone and got up to do your morning routine, you haven't gotten a text from her in while after she and Bear got together because of his wish. You also got a text from Bear saying they've broken up. You read that as felt.. happy? happy that theyve broken up?.. You didn't know but you felt this urge to see Bear for some reason, something was pulling you to him. You could only assume this was the wish you made, you wanted to help Nikki and you are. By becoming the one who's obsessed with Bear instead, but you didn't feel like you were trapped in your body but more like the few times you dreamt of someone and now you have a crush on them. It was weird. But hey, at least Nikki's free. That's all that matters right now besides the weird feeling that you lowkey want to pounce on Bear's ass.
Summary: For three years Bear loved you in silence from the corner of the music store. Then he found a willow that could make you love him back — and he never planned to let the spell break.
Warnings: Magical coercion/non-consensual mind and emotion alteration, Obsessive/possessive behavior, Yandere! Bear
The rain had been falling for three days straight, turning the city into a watercolor smear of gray and neon. Inside the little music store on 12th, the air smelled of old vinyl, warm dust, and the vanilla candle Sarah always lit when the weather turned mean. The “Closed” sign was crooked in the window, but none of you had left yet.
Ian was sprawled on the battered couch with an acoustic guitar across his lap, but he wasn’t really playing it. He kept strumming random, half-hearted chords while he talked shit with Sarah about a difficult customer from earlier, occasionally laughing at his own jokes. Sarah sat tucked against his side, phone in one hand, but she wasn’t fully checked out. She kept glancing over at you with that gentle, watchful expression she always got when she thought you were being too quiet. She’d already pressed a warm mug of tea into your hands earlier and kept sneaking looks to make sure you were actually drinking it.
Bear sat on the floor near the record player, back against the wall, long legs stretched out in front of him. He wasn’t playing anything. He was watching you.
He had been watching you for three years.
You had started as the new part-timer, shy and sweet, the one everyone automatically protected. Ian called you “kid” and ruffled your hair. Sarah called you “sunshine” and made sure you ate lunch. Bear never gave you a nickname. He just… was there. Quiet. Steady. The one who walked you to your car when it was dark. The one who fixed the wobbly shelf without being asked. The one who remembered you liked your coffee with oat milk and an extra shot even though you’d only mentioned it once.
He had loved you almost from the first week.
It wasn’t loud. It was the quiet, aching kind—the kind that settled in his chest and never left. He loved the way your voice went soft when you talked about simple things. He loved how you still got excited over finding a rare pressing in the dollar bin. He loved that you were sheltered in a way the rest of them weren’t anymore; you still believed people were mostly good, still hugged like you meant it, still looked at the world with wide, trusting eyes. You were the innocent heart of the group. And Bear, awkward and insecure and too tall for most rooms, had fallen so hard he sometimes forgot how to breathe around you.
He had loved you for so long that the wanting had stopped feeling like a choice. It lived in the way he memorized the sound of your footsteps on the old floorboards, the exact shade your eyes turned when you were tired, and the quiet, shameful way he sometimes let himself imagine what it would feel like if you ever looked at him the way he looked at you.
He never told you. How could he? You saw him as safe. Reliable. Big brother Bear.
You trusted too easily. You saw the good in people who didn’t deserve it. You looked at him like he was safe.
He wanted to be safe for you. He also wanted to be the only thing you needed.
Sometimes he caught himself counting how many times you smiled at him in a single shift. Sometimes he stayed behind after everyone else left just to stand in the spot where you had been standing, like the air might still hold something of you. He never let himself think too hard about why.
Tonight, after Ian and Sarah finally called it and left with hugs and shouted goodbyes, you lingered. You gathered your bag slowly, then turned to him with that gentle smile.
“Thanks for locking up. And for… everything, really.” You stepped closer and hugged him, brief and warm, your head fitting just under his chin for a second. Your sweater was soft against his chest. You smelled like rain and something floral. “You guys are my safe place. Especially you. I don’t know what I’d do without my big brother Bear.”
The words landed like they always did—kind, grateful, and devastating.
Bear managed a rough chuckle. “Anytime.”
You left. He stood in the dark store for a long time after, neon light painting his face in shifting colors. Then he drove to the little crystal shop two blocks over.
He told himself he was going for the tiger’s eye pendant. You’d lost yours last month—the one you wore every day—and he’d been meaning to replace it. Something small. Something that said I see you without saying anything at all.
The shop smelled of patchouli and old paper. Crystals glittered under glass. Near the counter was a cheap cardboard display: small wooden boxes printed with cheerful red letters.
ONE WISH WILLOW Crack open! Make your wish come true! (One wish only — choose wisely!)
Bear picked one up. Inside was a small, pale piece of wood, gnarled and smooth in places, faintly greenish. It felt heavier than it looked.
The tired woman behind the counter glanced at it. “Novelty item. Some old willow story. People buy ’em for parties. Most wish for money or a date or whatever.”
Bear bought it. And the pendant.
Back in his apartment—the small, quiet space filled with records and a guitar he rarely touched—he sat on the edge of his bed. The broken streetlight outside flickered through the blinds. He turned the willow piece over in his hands.
He should throw it away. It was stupid.
But the ache in his chest was real. The years of wanting were real. The way you had called him big brother tonight was real.
He closed his eyes. Saw your soft smile. The way your eyes lit up when he brought you coffee. The way you trusted him completely.
“I wish,” he whispered, voice cracking, “that you would love me more than anyone else in the world.”
He snapped the wood.
The crack was sharp and final, louder than it had any right to be. A cold breeze stirred the still air, carrying the green scent of crushed leaves and rain. The lights flickered once. Then nothing.
Bear sat there, heart hammering, feeling like an idiot. He put the broken pieces in the drawer with the other small things he’d kept of yours—a hair tie, a receipt with your neat handwriting, a polaroid from a group trip where you stood close enough that your shoulder brushed his.
He went to bed.
The days after blurred into one long, rain-softened haze. Bear told himself he was imagining it at first. But the next afternoon you walked into the store carrying two coffees and handed him one without being asked—oat milk, extra shot, exactly right. Your fingers brushed his and stayed there a second longer than necessary. When Ian teased him for being quiet, you had laughed and said, “He talks to me. He just doesn’t need to say everything out loud.” Something in Bear’s chest had cracked open and stayed open.
By the end of that first week the changes were impossible to ignore. You started closing with him even when it wasn’t your shift. You texted him at night—small things, soft things. Rain’s loud tonight. Can’t sleep. He would stare at the screen until the words blurred, then type back something careful and steady. One evening you had leaned against his side while he alphabetized a new box of records, your head resting on his arm like it had always belonged there. “This feels right,” you’d murmured, almost to yourself. He hadn’t trusted his voice enough to answer.
He gave you the tiger’s eye pendant on a slow Tuesday. You were in the back room sorting returns when he pulled the small box from his jacket. “Found it,” he said, voice rough. “Figured you should have something to replace the one you lost.” Your eyes had gone wide and glassy. You let him fasten it around your neck, skin warm beneath his clumsy fingers. After that you touched the stone constantly, and every time your hand rose to it you seemed to drift closer to him. “It makes me feel safe,” you told him once, quiet. “Or maybe that’s just you.”
The first time it started to slip was almost two weeks later. You were humming while you wiped down the counter when your phone lit up. Ian. Something about dinner after close. You smiled at the screen in a way that made Bear’s stomach turn over. “He found a new Thai place,” you said, almost apologetic. “Vegan options and everything. You want to come?” Bear had shrugged, tried to sound easy. “Go. Have fun.” But when you left that night the hug you gave him was friendly again—grateful, warm, distant. Big brother Bear. Your eyes were clear. The ache in his ribs returned so sharp he drove straight to the crystal shop without thinking.
That night he reread the box.
Bear’s hands trembled as he turned the box over beneath the flickering streetlight bleeding through his blinds. He had bought four of them now and had never looked past the cheerful front. This time he read the small, cramped text on the back all the way through.
The granted wish will hold until it reaches its natural peak or until the death of the wisher. Renewal not recommended.
The words blurred for a second. Until his death. His stomach dropped so hard he felt sick. If something happened to him — anything — you would wake up. You would remember every soft smile you had given him, every time you had reached for him like he was the only thing keeping you steady, and you would know what he had done. His breath came too fast. He dropped the box onto the bed like it had burned him and pressed both hands over his mouth, trying to stay quiet even though there was no one else in the apartment. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t let the wish reach whatever peak it was building toward. He had to keep buying them. He had to keep you exactly like this — soft, trusting, his — for as long as he could. Because the second the magic slipped for good, he would lose you forever.
The second willow cracked between his fingers in the dark of his apartment. The cold green wind came again. The next morning you arrived early, wrapped both arms around his waist the second you saw him, and pressed your face into his chest like you were trying to disappear there. “I kept thinking about you last night,” you whispered. “It felt wrong not having you close.” Bear closed his eyes and let himself believe it for a little while.
The third time the wish thinned, it happened faster. You grew restless. You wiped the same section of counter twice. Your humming kept breaking off. Twice you glanced toward the door like you were waiting for someone who hadn’t arrived yet. Ian had texted about bringing pizza for the late-night hang the group sometimes did after closing. Bear watched the way your shoulders stayed tight even when you smiled at him. The brightness in your eyes flickered like a bulb about to go out.
He bought the fourth willow that same evening.
The One Wish Willow sat in the glovebox of his car like a secret he kept feeding. He had used three already. Each time the effect began to thin—your smiles a little less automatic, your eyes clearing for a few hours like you were waking from a long dream—he bought another from the crystal shop that never seemed to close. He told himself it was mercy. You were happier this way. Softer. Completely his in the way he had always craved but never dared ask for.
Tonight the current wish was slipping.
You were humming under your breath while you wiped the counter, but the tune kept faltering. Twice you glanced toward the door like you were expecting someone else. When Bear stepped out, you smiled at him—warm, genuine—but it didn’t quite reach your eyes the way it used to before the first willow.
“Hey,” you said, voice gentle. “You okay? You’ve been quiet even for you.”
He shrugged, the movement small. “Just tired.”
You nodded, accepting it the way you accepted everything. “Iantexted. He’s bringing pizza. You staying?”
Bear’s chest tightened. The old you would have asked because you wanted him there. The version the willow had made wanted him there because the thought of him leaving made something inside you itch.
“I’ll stay,” he said.
You brightened, but the brightness had an edge now. “Good. I… I don’t really want to be here without you anyway.”
The words landed like a stone in still water. Bear felt the ripple in his blood.
Later, after Ian left and Sarah had gone home, you helped him lock up. The street outside was empty, the only sound the distant rush of the highway and the soft scuff of your shoes on the pavement. You walked close enough that your sleeve brushed his. When a car backfired two blocks away you flinched and your hand found his forearm, fingers curling tight.
“Sorry,” you whispered. “Everything feels loud tonight.”
Bear stopped under the flickering streetlight. Your face was half in shadow, eyes wide and trusting even as the willow’s hold loosened around the edges. He could see the real you surfacing—the girl who had once told him she was scared of disappointing people, who still called her mom every Sunday, who baked when she was anxious. She was fighting her way back.
He couldn’t let her win.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said.
You shook your head too quickly. “Can I… can I come to your place instead? Just for a little while. I don’t know why but the idea of my apartment feels wrong right now. Empty.”
Bear’s pulse thudded in his throat. He nodded.
Your hand stayed on his arm all the way to the car.
His apartment was small, the kind of place that smelled like coffee and the cedar blocks he kept in the closet. One lamp glowed in the corner, throwing long shadows across the floor. You kicked off your shoes by the door the way you always did now—without asking—and padded straight to the couch like it was yours. Bear watched the way your shoulders relaxed the second you were inside his space.
He made tea because you liked it. Chamomile, two sugars. When he handed you the mug your fingers brushed his and lingered.
“Thank you,” you said softly. Then, quieter: “Bear… do you ever feel like something’s changing and you can’t stop it?”
He sat beside you, close but not touching. “What do you mean?”
You stared into the tea like it might answer. “I used to love being alone. Now when I’m by myself I get this… tightness in my chest. Like I’m forgetting how to be a person unless someone’s looking at me. Unless you’re looking at me.” Your laugh was small and shaky. “That’s weird, right? I sound crazy.”
Bear’s hand moved before he could stop it. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the same gesture you always did yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed at the touch like it was the only thing keeping you steady.
“You’re not crazy,” he said. His voice came out rough. “You’re just… figuring things out.”
You opened your eyes. For a second the old you was there—clear, a little scared, wanting reassurance. Then the willow’s current surged again, or maybe it was the last dregs of the previous wish fighting to hold on. Your gaze went soft and glassy at the edges.
“I don’t want to figure it out without you,” you whispered.
Bear’s heart cracked and mended in the same breath.
He waited until you fell asleep on his couch, curled under the blanket he kept for you. Your breathing was deep and even, one hand still clutching the edge of the fabric like you were afraid it would disappear. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly, the faint crease between your brows that only appeared when the wish was thinning.
Then he stood, grabbed his keys, and drove.
The park on the edge of town was closed after dusk, but the chain across the entrance had been cut months ago and never replaced. Bear parked in the shadow of the trees and walked the overgrown path barefoot, shoes in one hand, the new One Wish Willow in the other. He had bought it that afternoon from the crystal shop. The woman behind the counter had smiled like she knew exactly what he was doing and didn’t care.
The willow trees here were real—ancient, their branches hanging like green curtains over the black water of the retention pond. Mist curled low across the surface. The air smelled of wet earth and decaying leaves and something faintly sweet, like overripe fruit. Crickets screamed. Somewhere far off a train moaned.
Bear pushed through the hanging branches of the largest tree until he stood in a natural cathedral of leaves. The moonlight filtered through in pale stripes. He sat on the damp ground, the toy balanced on his knees. It looked ordinary—a twisted length of pale wood with a cheap paper label—but it felt warm, almost alive, against his skin.
He closed his eyes.
“I wish,” he said, voice low so the night wouldn’t carry it, “that she stays with me. That she needs me the way I need her. That her world narrows until I’m the only steady thing in it. I wish she loves me—really loves me—even if it’s because I made it happen. I wish she doesn’t slip away again. I wish the real parts of her that fight this… I wish they stay quiet. Just let her be mine. Please.”
The last word cracked.
He snapped the willow in half.
The sound was louder than it should have been, like bone breaking underwater. A cold rush swept through the little grove. The leaves above rustled though there was no wind. One long branch brushed the back of his neck like fingers. For a heartbeat the surface of the pond rippled outward in perfect circles even though nothing had touched it. Bear’s breath fogged in front of him even though the night was warm.
He stayed there until his legs went numb, until the cold in his chest settled into something like peace. Then he walked back to the car with the broken pieces in his pocket.
You were still asleep when he slipped inside at nearly four in the morning. He showered the scent of pond water and guilt off his skin, changed into soft sweats, and sat on the edge of the couch. Your hand found his wrist in sleep, fingers curling around the bone like a lifeline.
When you woke it was slow. Your eyes opened, found him immediately, and filled with something warm and desperate and new.
“Bear,” you breathed. You sat up too fast, the blanket pooling at your waist. “You left.”
“Just for a little while.”
You reached for him. Both hands this time, framing his face like you were afraid he was smoke. Your thumbs stroked his cheekbones. The touch was gentle but the grip was not.
“I woke up and you weren’t here and I thought—” Your voice broke. “I thought maybe I’d made it all up. That you were never real. That I was back in my apartment alone and none of this had happened.” Tears gathered but didn’t fall. “Don’t do that again. Please. I can’t… I can’t do the empty without you anymore.”
Bear’s hands covered yours. He turned his face and kissed your palm, slow and deliberate. You made a small sound, almost a whimper, and leaned in until your forehead rested against his.
The kiss that followed was yours first.
Soft at first—testing, almost shy, the way the old you would have kissed if you had ever been brave enough. Then the willow took the wheel. Your mouth opened under his with a hunger that didn’t match the sweetness of your face. Your fingers slid into his hair and tightened. You climbed into his lap without breaking the kiss, knees bracketing his hips, the heat of you sinking through the thin layers of fabric between you.
Bear groaned into your mouth. His hands found your waist, then your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left. You tasted like the chamomile tea and something darker, something that hadn’t been there before the willows—something that tasted like surrender and need and the kind of love that devoured.
When you pulled back for air your eyes were glassy again, pupils blown wide in the low light. Your lips were swollen. A faint tremor ran through your whole body.
“I love you,” you said, and the words were too steady, too certain for how new they should have felt. “I think I’ve always loved you. It just took me a long time to see it. Or maybe… maybe something helped me see it.” You laughed, small and wondering. “Does that make sense?”
Bear’s thumb traced your lower lip. He could still feel the ghost of your kiss. “It makes sense to me.”
You smiled—the full, radiant smile that had always undone him—and tucked your face into the curve of his neck. Your breath was warm against his skin. One hand stayed fisted in his shirt like you were afraid the world might try to take him.
Outside, the first gray light of dawn crept across the windows. Inside, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed deeper than they should have been. Bear held you while you drifted again, your body heavy and trusting against his chest. He could feel your heartbeat against his ribs—fast, then slowing, then steady in a rhythm that matched his own.
He liked how the wish made you reach for him without thinking. How you lingered after your shifts ended, how your texts came faster when he was quiet for too long, how you seemed to relax only when he was in the room. The old you had friends and plans and a life that didn’t revolve around him. This version — the one the willow had given him — turned toward him like a plant toward light. He told himself it was better this way. You were safer when you didn’t look anywhere else. You were happier when he was the only one you needed. And if the spell ever started to thin again, he would drive straight back to the crystal shop and buy another willow before he let you remember how to stand on your own.
He thought about the broken pieces of willow still in his jacket pocket. He thought about the next time the effect would begin to thin, the way your eyes would clear and the old you would surface, confused and frightened and still so sweet it hurt. He thought about driving back to that pond under the hanging branches, whispering the same words into the dark, snapping another twig while the water watched.
He would do it again. And again. As many times as it took.
Because this—you, soft and warm and completely reliant in his arms, whispering “I love you” like it was the only truth left in the world—was the only thing he had ever really wanted. The only thing the shy, obsessed part of him had ever allowed himself to imagine.
And the willow, whatever lived inside it, had given it to him.
Bear closed his eyes and let the rhythm of your breathing pull him under. Outside, the wind moved through the trees beyond his window, and for a moment it sounded almost like the rustle of long green branches over dark water.
He would keep you.
He would keep wishing.
And you would keep loving him—more than anyone, more than anything—until the day he stopped breathing and the last willow finally expired with him.
For now, in the quiet gray morning, with your fingers still curled in his shirt and your breath warm against his throat, that was enough.
SUMMARY: AFTER BEING FRIENDS WITH BEAR FOR A LONG TIME AND BEING IN A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP YOU STOPPED, YOU LEARN THAT HE IS DATING NIKKI. HOWEVER, THINGS DIDN'T GO AS PLANNED.
WORDS: 2702
RATING: 18+
CONTENT: AU - NIKKI DIES AND BEAR LIVES, EXES TO LOVERS, BEAR IS A LOVE WEATHER VANE, LIKE MAKE UP YOU MIND WHO DO YOU LIKE?, ORAL (M RECEIVING), P IN V, CREAMPIE, SWALLOWING
WARNINGS: MENTIONED VOMITING A FEW TIMES
This wasn't something your small group of friends really appreciated: at work and during outings, they felt it was empty when you were absent. But still, it was something they should accept. You had to be away for a few weeks for family reasons.
But among your friends, it was with Bear that you had talked the most before you left. You had met in a cafe, drinking and snacking together until it was time for you to leave.
“How long are you going to be gone for, anyway?” he asked.
“Three weeks. It’s going to be a long time, isn’t it?”
Bear nodded vaguely, his eyes falling on the piece of apple pie on his plate. It was you who had encouraged him to order one, insisting on how delicious it was, one of the best apple pies you had ever tasted in your life.
“Don’t look so gloomy, I’ll come back and… I can send you messages,” you say, leaning slightly forward so that your eyes meet.
Bear then raised his head, allowing you to straight up. You gave him a smile, your fork thoughtfully spearing your own piece of pie.
“During these three weeks… a lot of things will happen, you’ll have plenty to tell me,” you continued. “Maybe when I come back, you’ll be Nikki’s boyfriend.”
Bear remained silent as he looked at you, before shaking his head slightly. He took a large piece of his pie, his eyes never leaving you. After a moment of silence, during which you did nothing but eat, Bear decided to speak:
“You know you don’t need to make jokes about that, right?”
“What? Why not? I find it amusing!”
Bear shook his head again, his expression almost disapproving. He knew you cared for him, even after your strange relationship had ended. Whether they were a couple or friends with benefits, nothing was really certain. But in any case, the relationship had ended one day.
“You know as well as I do that it's not true…”
“But it is,” you insisted. “Anyway, it’s not that important.”
Bear scoffed and nodded, although he didn't really agree with you. Well, he still hadn't confessed anything to Nikki, so was he really in a position to judge how you dealt with your own feelings? It was wiser for him not to elaborate on the matter. You would have let him know that such a comment would be the pot calling the kettle black.
After you each paid your share, you left the cafe. You hugged Bear, who hugged you back awkwardly. As you stepped back, your hands remained on his back a little longer than necessary, just as his hands remained on the small of your back.
“I promise to write to you every day…”
“I’ll answer,” Bear assured her.
“You better, especially since I plan to stop by your place on my way back.”
“I’ll be there,” he said, nodding.
And so you parted ways, he to return home and you to leave to rejoin your family.
Things were going pretty well for you. As you said, you regularly sent messages to Bear to tell him what you were doing, but especially to find out what was happening in his little life during your absence. Although at first he always replied quickly, the replies eventually became a little more occasional. Since Bear hadn't given you any explanations, you went fishing for information. According to Sarah and Ian, it's because he started dating Nikki.
Something about knowing this made you anxious. You didn't know if it was because of jealousy or if it hurt you that he was ignoring you. Being in a relationship did not mean ignoring your friends, much less those of long standing. You were starting to think that, since he now had Nikki, he no longer had any reason to keep you close. Perhaps he was just waiting for this opportunity, to subtly get rid of you.
This had been bothering you until it was time for you to go home. On the way back, while you were stopped at a red light, you took out your phone. You hesitated for a moment before finally sending a message to all your friends to let them know you were arriving. However, Bear was the only one who didn't reply.
You were getting closer and closer, but still no response from Bear. When you were not far from his house, you pulled over to the side of the road. You contacted your other friends, asking them if they knew whether he was available or not, but it went unanswered, not even left on read. That was enough! Bear couldn't be so caught up in his relationship with Nikki! If that was the case, it was time for him to change!
> I'll be there in five minutes
>> No! Not now!
> I promised
You then restarted the car, driving quickly towards Bear's house. What could possibly prevent him from seeing you? Admittedly, it was late, but that had never been a problem before.
It didn't take long for you to arrive at Bear's house. Without even asking permission, you opened the door and entered.
“Don’t come in!”
And just as Bear told you not to, the door was open. Your throat tightened as you watched the scene unfold before you. First, Ian, on the ground, with a bullet hole in his forehead, then further on the body of who you assumed to be Sarah because of the tattoos, and finally Nikki on the sofa who, like Ian, had a bullet in her forehead and a huge wound around her eye. Your head began to spin, your breathing quickening until it became ragged. You felt nauseous, and when your gaze fell again on Sarah's seated body on a chair, her face now resembling tomato pulp, you leaned forward and started to vomit.
Bear stood up, dropping a gun from his hands, before cautiously walking towards you, avoiding the vomit that covered the floor.
“Bear?” you moaned, seeing him covered in blood.
“I told you not to come, why didn’t you listen?” he scolded you.
“Because I was worried!”
The smell of blood hit you, making you immediately leave the living room and head towards the bathroom. You were about to vomit again before you saw the light vomit filled with medication already present in the bathtub.
“Holy shit,” you grumbled before vomiting a second time, this time in the sink.
Bear joined you in the bathroom, a hesitant look on his bloodied face. He looked like a child who knew he was about to get in trouble.
“What happened?” you exclaimed in panic.
“You’re going to have to believe me… because I told Ian and he didn’t believe me and… this is what happened to him…”
“He had a bullet in his head, you had the gun in your hand. Was it you?” you asked, your voice trembling.
“No, no! Let me tell you what happened!”
You sighed as you sat down on the floor, relieved by the cold bathroom floor. He left the room quickly before returning with some kind of stick in his hands. Then, once he had it, he sat down opposite you.
“This. This is the reason for everything that happened. The One Wish Willow.”
“A fucking piece of wood. Are you kidding me?” you started getting angry at him. “Have you gone mad, Bear?”
“Wait for the rest!” he replied, shaking his head vigorously. “With this, you can make any wish you want and it will come true.”
He immediately noticed your uncertain look. It was clear you didn't really believe him.
“You must believe me, I swear I’m telling you the truth,” he insisted, his voice more pathetic than you’d ever heard from him before. “I beg you.”
You almost had to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. Seeing him begging you and almost on the verge of tears was unusual, though not unpleasant.
“I wished that… Nikki loved me more than anyone else in the world and… she was literally obsessed with me,” he explained. “She’s the one who… turned Sarah into mush, and she’s the one who shot Ian. I… put an end to that… to her suffering by shooting her.”
You were speechless, still unsure of the truth of his words. After all, how could you be sure that this piece of wood would actually do what you wanted? Bear seemed to understand, since he handed it to you.
“You can only make one wish. Think carefully. Say it out loud, then break the stick in two.”
“Well… I wouldn’t say no to a new car,” you say thoughtfully.
“Wait… word your wish correctly. Ian wished for 1 billion dollars and they appeared from the sky. The car could do the same.”
You think for a moment about the wording to avoid ambiguity, before finally finding the right solution.
“I wish I had a new car parked in front of Bear’s house with the keys,” you said before breaking the stick in half.
You looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, before a loud noise was heard outside. You got up and went to see what was happening. As Bear knew, a brand new car was parked properly. Your eyes widened in shock before you walked hurriedly towards the car. You glanced inside the car, seeing the keys in the ignition. You tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“What?!”
“Tricky, isn’t it?” he said, his voice weary.
“Yeah, well, this genie underestimates me.”
You walked to your old car and rummaged through your bag which was in the trunk. Eventually, you took out a hairpin. You then went back to the new car and, crouching down, took the time to pick the lock.
“Where did you learn that?” he asked you when he heard the door lock open.
“By watching a video online, I thought it might be useful someday.”
“Of course, you did that…”
It was a few seconds of silence that made you realize the actual situation. Bear was right, he had basically wished that Nikki would love him madly and that's what had happened. And then, he was done for if the police happened to stumble upon the crime scene caused by Nikki. It's not like he could prove that it was the wish's fault, which made Nikki to do all that!
“We have to leave,” you announced. “Come on!” you said, taking him by the hand to pull him inside his house.
Inside, Bear changed his clothes and cleaned his face to remove the blood, while you filled a bag with important things. Your heart was pounding again, as you narrowly avoided vomiting once more at the sight of the horrific scene.
“We can go,” he said once you were both ready.
Your bag and his in the trunk of your new car, you drive out of town, going as far away as possible so the police can't find you. It was long and silent, just a few reassuring words spoken by you to relax him, or at least try to relax him.
You end up stopping at a motel, where you both give each them false names as a precaution. You shared a room with only one bed. It was simpler and, in any case, it wouldn't be the first time you shared a bed.
Yet, the atmosphere was strange when you lay side by side. You always had to realize that all your friends were dead, and that it was just the two of you now.
“Are you… going to be okay?” you asked, seeking reassurance.
“Yes…”
Barely illuminated by the moonlight, you observed him. You could see how terribly tense he was.
“I know a method to help you relax, but I don’t think this is the time,” you said, trying to use humor.
However, at your suggestion, Bear's expression became extremely serious. You then understood that he was indeed ready for the special method.
“I was just kidding, you know?”
“Not me…” he replied, shifting into a better position. “Maybe... I needed all of this to realize that you were the one for me,” he continued, one hand subtly beginning to pull down his pants.
“A bit of an extreme way to become aware of your feelings…”
But that's fine with me, you thought, not daring to say it out loud.
You climbed on top of him, your lips meeting immediately. Bear had one hand on the back of your neck and the other undoing his pants. The kiss wasn't just a simple erotic exchange; you were devouring each other.
When you felt him lower his pants, you ended the kiss. You then slowly lowered yourself until your face reached his cock. When your lips enveloped his member, it was the same sensation as recalling a childhood memory. It had been so long since you last slept together, you were happy to suck him off.
He sighed as his hands ran through your hair, his way of encouraging you not to stop. Your eyes focused on him, your hands gently caressing the inside of his thighs, close to his cock.
His hips began to move to push his length further down your throat, his sighs quickly turning into moans. He had almost forgotten how much of a real pleasure it was to be sucked off by you.
Soon, he took hold of your hair firmly to be the one who took charge. It only took a few more movements for him to reach orgasm, his sperm spurting into your throat. Without hesitation, you swallowed it all. You then pushed his hand away so you could move your head back and thus take his cock out of your mouth.
“That’s a good start, I already feel a bit better,” he said.
You smiled slightly before moving your face up to his. While kissing, you undress each other, with occasional kisses on the neck. Your hands were very wandering, never stopping you from groping each other, whether it was your add, thighs, or in your case, your breasts.
You gasped before snickering when Bear suddenly switched your positions. He settled himself between your legs, his face in the hollow of your neck, his lips pressed against it. And without further ado, he pushed his cock into your pussy. You moaned, your hands gripping his hair with desire.
You didn't speak during that time; the only sounds were your breathing and moans. You didn't really need to talk; things happened naturally, as if you did this regularly. Well, that was the case not so long ago.
Soon, Bear's teeth began nibbling at the skin of your neck, as if he were marking his territory. You obviously didn't stop him, appreciating the jealousy he had actually possessed all this time.
Little by little, Bear forgot the miserable and catastrophic situation he was in. All that mattered were the succulent back-and-forth movements he was giving you.
When you were both nearing the end, Bear holding your thighs firmly and you holding his neck, the movements accelerated and became more violent. It was with despair and even distress that Bear tried to reach his orgasm.
And finally, you reached orgasm together, Bear not holding back from emptying himself inside you without the danger of the situation even crossing his mind. Being runaways and potentially getting you pregnant? Who cares! It felt so good fucking you like he did.
You remained in the same position for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, before he decided to withdraw. So, you immediately snuggle up to him, your eyes already closed with fatigue.
“We’ll have to go somewhere else tomorrow…” you murmured, to which Bear responded with a nod. “I love you more than anything in the world…”
Bear tensed for a moment at your words, before sighing and shaking his head, keeping you close. It was surely an accident; you didn't want to connect it to what had happened with Nikki.
“I like this life on the run,” he murmured.
It was arm in arm, forgetting the death of your friends since you were better off sleeping and cuddling together.
Warnings: SMUT, i believe in bottom bear sorry hes lowk pathetic in this
A/N: holy moly my first Bear draft got way much more attention than I thought it would agh. I also just want to note that just because I write for Bear does NOOOOOT mean I condone his actions in the movie!!!!!! This is strictly fictional and js cuz i think michael johnston is cute :p
Ian's house felt like pure hell for Bear Bailey right now; obnoxious music blasting through speakers, the smell of alcohol lingering throughout every surface of his place. Bear hated large crowds of people, he didn't understand how he ended up best friends with the one dude that loved to throw parties more than anything in the world. It wasn't his usual scene, but there was one motivator for coming to these. You.
You were everything to Bear, after spending so many months pining after Nikki who didn't give him the time of day. You had appeared into his life like an angel. The sweet girl who managed to land a job at Cassel's after just moving into town, you were sweet and kind to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bear fell for you, hard. He was even more grateful when Ian had decided to officially indoctrinate you into their little group.
Bear returned from getting a drink to where the four of them were all seated--Nikki, Ian, Sarah, and Y/n. The party was still as loud and claustrophobic as usual, but within this small circle it made Bear feel a little safer. Ian perked up when Bear came back, instinctively wrapping an arm around his shoulder with a smug grin on his face.
"Perfect timing! I wanna play drunk truth or dare." Ian beamed, cut off by Sarah's scoff.
Sarah, who looked unimpressed by the idea, shook her head.
"That is such a childish game," Sarah rolled her eyes.
Bear was ready to agree before he was cut off--
--"Aw, come on, it'll be fun!" Your voice cut through like a symphony, nudging Sarah with a playful grin. Bear's heart nearly stopped when you turned to him, that soft look in your eyes. You saw Bear in a way no one else did, you always acted like you actually wanted him there.
Ian looked proud that someone had stood up for him, yelling out a dramatic "thank you!" in your direction before dragging Bear to sit down on the couch with all of them.
Bear sucked in a breath, mentally cringing at his words before he even said them; "I really don't like these types of games."
The group erupted in groans, as if they were expecting that from him since he always shyed away from anything even slightly outside of his comfort zone. You leaned over, squeezing at Bear's arm gently with a pout on your face.
"Please, Bear. It'll be fun!"
He couldn't really argue with that, not when you were practically begging him to play..he was so weak. Slowly, he just nodded without a word and leaned back against the couch like a dog being told to 'sit'.
The game went on normally, embarrassing stories being shared, Nikki downing a bottle of vodka because she didn't want to do something that Ian had dared her to do as the cards gave prompts to follow. Eventually, it was Bear's turn. He shakily pulled a card and looked down at it, eyes widening at the 'truth' card that he had pulled.
It read: "Share your worst sex story".
Bear practically choked on his breath; he didn't have any. Oh god, Ian would never let him live this down if he told the whole fucking group that he was still a virgin.
He let out a nervous laugh, reaching for his drink as he tried to subtly slip the card back into the deck. Maybe if he drank, he wouldn't have to sit through the embarrassment of admitting the truth out loud. Nikki noticed though, she huffed out a 'dude, you're so boring!' before leaning forward to swipe the card. Nikki analyzed the card for a moment, before laughing softly and turning back to Bear.
"Seriously? No one is going to judge this, Bear." She giggled, flipping the card around for everyone to see.
His stomach dropped as all eyes turned to him, should he just make a story up on the spot? Bear swallowed hard, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks as he looked down at the ground.
"I, uh, don't really have any..." He mumbled against his beer bottle, averting everyone's gaze as he tried to focus on literally anything else. Sarah's eyebrows shot up in realization and Ian barked out a laugh, slapping Bear on the back of his shoulder.
Ian's smirk turned mischievous, he always took everything way too far.
"No way, are you telling us you're a virgin, Bear Bailey?" The mockery in his tone was clear, Nikki suddenly looked really guilty for accidentally subjecting Bear to this clear humiliation. Not that anyone really cared that much, Ian just loved to revel in someone elses misery.
Bear's head tilted up, staring at the group with pure embarrassment--Nikki looking guilty, Sarah giving him a sympathetic smile, and you... oh god, you had heard that..and you looked annoyed at Ian. He suddenly stood up, muttering an excuse about being dehydrated before ducking away from the crowd.
'Stupid, stupid' was all Bear could think of as he walked into a secluded hallway of Ian's house. Why did he freeze up like that? He should have just made up a fake story to throw everyone off his trail.
His self-pity was quickly interrupted when the floorboards creaked and his head snapped up, eyes locking onto you.
You gave him a soft smile, leaning against the wall. It was silent for a few moments, almost uncomfortably so before your voice slowly cut through it.
"Ian's an asshole." You reassured him, trying to meet Bear's gaze but his eyes were glued to the floor.
He let out a soft chuckle under his breath, fiddling with his fingers like an anxious little kid before he looked back at you with flushed cheeks.
"It is really embarrassing that I've never...uh...before." Bear skipped over the word 'sex' because it almost felt too crude to slip out in a casual conversation. Especially with you of all people, the subject of his fantasies ever since he met you months ago.
His gaze landed on your face, your eyebrows were twisted together, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times, as if you were thinking of what to say but hesitating every time it almost slipped past your mouth.
Then, you blurted it out and Bear's heart stopped in his chest.
"I could help you with that."
Holy shit, did he hear you right? His eyes snapped to yours; you were stiff now...almost as if you couldn't even believe you had said it yourself.
Bear laughed nervously, sputtering out a "w-what?"...but he tried to ignore the hope that was blooming in his chest.
Bear had never been religious in his life, but he was starting to believe that there might be something watching over him because this was nothing short of a miracle. He didn't even understand how he got here, but you...dragged him to an empty bedroom in Ian's house.
Bear was so overwhelmed, letting out soft whimpers everytime you dragged your walls up and down his cock. it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, warm heat wrapped around him in a way that made his head spin. His fingers were grasping at your waist, the mattress creaking obscenely as you rode him for the very first time. Nothing compared to this, not even the time he first did molly with the group had made him this dazed and happy.
"A-Ah- Please...!" Bear gasped when you sank down on him with each thrust, his back arching off the bed. There was no way this was real, he had to be fucking dreaming.
He was embarrassed of his noises, he knew they weren't very masculine sounding like most men in bed usually are. Bear was almost afraid you'd mock him for it, but you just stared down at him with a soft smile and kind eyes.
Your hand cupped his cheek gently, guiding his eyes up to meet yours.
"You're so good for me... you like that?" Your voice was soft, hushed into his ear like it was only meant for him.
Bear nodded without hesitation, moaning out a "yeah" as his eyes squeezed shut from pure sensation. His legs were twitching at his side, fighting to ignore the instinct that begged to messily thrust into your pussy. He was close, embarrassingly close, and you had just barely started.
It was hard to focus on the feeling of holding back when your hips were moving back and forth on him, tightening around him so good. Bear’s eyes squeezed shut, he was trying so hard to hold back..to not be embarrassing and finish quickly like a dumb virgin, but it was becoming harder by the minute.
“A-Ah..! S-Slow down..m’gonna cum..” Bear whimpered, grasping at your hips in a desperate attempt to slow down.
You just giggled at him, pushing your hips forward faster and suddenly Bear was spiraling. You wanted him to cum, you didn’t care if it was too early. Bear clawed at your waist, back arching off the bed as he tried so hard not to lose it.
Bear’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his hips twitching as he drove up into you one last time before cumming. He looked like a vision beneath you, gasping out your name as he unloaded into you, cumming harder than he ever had in his life.
It seemed like time had stopped and Bear’s ears were ringing before he collapsed against the mattress, dazed as you finally gave him some mercy to slow down.
You rolled off him, landing beside him..he had a dorky grin on his face, arms wrapping around you.
“T-Thank you..” He shakily mumbled against your shoulder, as if you had just done some sort of favor for him.
