#soup x reader

[frousethoughts]

Hello , I'm Zee🕴

I'm just a horny hopeless romantic person that also loves the these funny guys and I've been told my writings are a bit too detailed and I should be a fanfic writer kind of person, so here I am 💀 While I won't write any fics (I suck at writing dialogue so I may never write a full fledged fic), I will write about head cannons, imagines, and more scenario type ideas for each of the guys when I think of one. People can request for specific topics or questions and I can make detailed thoughts about them about the guy of your choosing or all of them if you want. I'm fine with my ideas being converted into fanfics by writers of the communities by just tag me so I can read it too 😈 please 🙏 most of my ideas are either NSFW or fluff so it's a gamble every time I post.

Guys I write for: Puffer, Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, Smitty, John, Blarg, Soup, Mcnasty, TheDooo, Yumi, Rectrixx

A thing I want to emphasize in this introduction post is that 1: I DO NOT THINK OF THESE GUYS ONLY IN THIS WAY. I respect them and love them dearly as a viewer and fan. THIS IS JUST A WRITING HOBBY.

2: I respect each of the guys and their girlfriends / fiancee/ wife's. I will NEVER include any of them or portray them badly in these ideas. I love that the guys found their own lovers and I will respect them. My writings are just FICTIONAL ideas.

3: While I do say I write about the guys. I write them as their own mascot character instead of the REAL guys ( Puffer being a meanie fish guy, pezzy being a soda guy, etc) they are all humanoids ofc.

4: DO NOT SEND ANY OF MY WORKS TO THE GUYS‼️ I do NOT want to make any of them uncomfortable so NEVER send my works to them or even MENTION the works to them‼️

5: Be nice. I'm just a girl writing as a new hobby. I don't need any negative energy from anyone. If you have a problem or want to critique me, do so respectfully.

Thank you. I hope I can make new friends or at least inspire writers with my ideas. 🫶

- Zee

[darkenedroses-world]

I’m Not Too Heavy, Right? — Soup x Reader

🔹 Fluff🔹 F!Reader🔹 Body Insecurity🔹 Soft Reassurance🔹 Reader Gets Lifted🔹 Gentle Chaos from Soup🔹 Romantic + Playful🔹 Affirmation Overload🔹 Request 🦋

You tried not to stare, but… it kept happening.

Every time you scrolled past another video of a girl being lifted like she weighed nothing—over the shoulder, bridal style, just straight-up hoisted into the air like a feather—it made something ache in your chest. Not in a sad way. Just… longing. Quiet longing. You didn’t need some big cinematic moment. You just wanted to feel that kind of softness. That kind of security.

But you never said anything.

Because in your head, you already knew the answer. Soup was strong, yeah. Stupidly strong. The man could probably lift a fridge if someone dared him to. But you? No way. You weren’t small, dainty, light-on-your-feet. You were soft. You had weight. And even though you never hated your body, the idea of trying to recreate one of those sweet TikTok moments made your stomach twist with anxiety.

You could already hear the awkward grunt he’d make trying to lift you, followed by a strained “babe I think I need to call a chiropractor.” So, you kept it to yourself. At least… you thought you did. “Okay, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Soup asked suddenly from the other side of the couch, his tone playful but laced with curiosity. “You’ve been lookin’ at me like I stole somethin’.”

You blinked, startled. “What? I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” he said immediately, pointing at you with narrowed eyes. “That’s your thinkin’ face. The same one you had when you tried to decide if frozen grapes count as a healthy snack.” You cracked a small smile. “They do.” “Debatable.” He smirked. “Now spill. What’s up?” You paused, thumb grazing the edge of your phone, screen still open to the video you’d been watching for the third time. “It’s dumb.”

Soup shifted closer. “I’ve never once called anything you told me dumb. Even when you said you wanted to try dipping french fries in milkshake and barbecue sauce.” You laughed under your breath. “That was a moment of weakness.” “That was a moment of culinary war crimes.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart was thudding now. You could feel his eyes on you—genuine, curious, waiting.

And it just… slipped out.

“It’s just those videos,” you mumbled. “You know, the ones where the guy picks up his girlfriend all smooth and easy and she’s giggling and being flung around like she weighs nothing. I thought it’d be cute. But I’m—” You hesitated, voice softening to barely above a whisper. “I’m too heavy. It wouldn’t work.” Silence. Not awkward, but still enough to make your throat tighten.

Until you heard him whisper: “You’re joking, right?” You blinked. “What?” Soup looked at you like you’d just said the sky wasn’t blue. “You? Too heavy? Babe, are you actually outta your mind?” “I’m not trying to make it weird—” “No, no—listen to me.” He scooted closer, placing both hands on your thighs, his voice low but dead serious. “Do you really think I wouldn’t pick you up if you wanted me to? That I couldn’t?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Shrugged. His brows knit, and his tone dropped even softer. “You really think that’s something I’d ever be weird about?” Your chest ached a little at how sincere he sounded. You didn’t answer, because the words felt too heavy in your throat. So instead, he spoke for both of you. “I love you. All of you. You’re beautiful. Soft. Warm. The way you make me feel when I’m with you? It’s heavier than anything I could carry, and I do it every damn day, happily.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He smiled softly. “Now gimme a damn hug. And get ready, ‘cause I’m about to lift your pretty ass whether you’re ready or not.” “Dallas—wait—” Too late. He shifted, arms sliding around your waist with ease, and before you could blink, you were off the couch and in his arms like you belonged there. And—god, it felt safe.

It felt effortless. You gasped softly, half laughing, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. “You—you’re actually doing it!” “Damn right I am,” he grinned. “And if I throw out my back, I’ll do it again.” You burst into laughter, burying your face in his neck as your cheeks burned.

“I’m not too heavy?” you mumbled. Soup nuzzled into your temple, his voice warm and firm. “Babe. You feel perfect in my arms. Don’t you ever doubt that again.” He slowly sat back down with you still in his lap, one hand stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek. “You know,” he murmured, grinning mischievously, “I could’ve done that over-the-shoulder caveman-style, but I figured I’d start with something romantic before I start draggin’ you around the house like a sexy sack of potatoes.”

You snorted so hard it made your stomach ache. “I hate you.” “You love me.” “Unfortunately,” you sighed, smiling into his chest. “Damn right.” He kissed your forehead gently, holding you close like you were something priceless.

And later—when the guys hopped on Discord and Soup mentioned it casually with a smug, “Yeah, y’all should’ve seen her face when I scooped her up—she looked like she ascended”—you groaned, buried your face in his hoodie, and tried not to smile too wide.

Because yeah… it was dumb. But it also meant the world.

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[darkenedroses-world]

Pushed Too Far — Soup x Reader

🔹 Smut 🔹 Jealousy 🔹 Possessiveness 🔹 Light Degradation 🔹 Dom!Soup 🔹 Spanking 🔹 Rough Sex 🔹 Overstimulation 🔹 Dirty Talk 🔹 Breath Play 🔹 Hair Pulling 🔹 GN!Reader 🔹 Request 🦋

Keep pushing me, sweetheart. See what happens.” The stream started off normal. You, Dallas, and Ethan—cracking jokes, fucking around, the usual. But you? You knew exactly what you were doing. Dallas had been watching you all night. You caught it in the way his jaw ticked when Ethan laughed a little too hard at your jokes, in the way his grip tightened on his controller whenever you leaned closer to Ethan, in the way his eyes darkened, gaze locked on you like a warning. He was jealous. And you fucking loved it. You started leaning into Ethan just a bit more, letting your hand rest on his arm when you laughed, playfully nudging him every chance you got. Ethan, bless his oblivious ass, went right along with it—grinning, throwing his own teasing comments back at you, completely unaware of the storm brewing beside him. Dallas wasn’t laughing. Not anymore. His face was unreadable, his grip white-knuckled on his mouse, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt. You flicked your eyes toward the chat, grinning at what you found.

Soup looks PISSED

bro is gripping his desk for deal life

Ethan about to get is ASS beat after stream lmfao

You almost broke character, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Because fuck, this was fun. Then, the stream ended. The second Ethan left, you turned to Dallas, feigning innocence. “What’s up with you?” His jaw twitched. “You think you’re funny?” he asked, voice low. You shrugged, leaning back against the desk, playing with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dallas just stared at you for a long moment, his eyes unreadable, his hands flexing at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. Then—He moved. Fast. Before you could blink, your back hit the wall, his hands on either side of you, caging you in. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips just inches from yours. “Think you’re cute, huh?” he murmured, his voice dark, dangerously soft. Your heart skipped. “Maybe.” Dallas smirked. And then—his hand was on your throat. Not squeezing—just resting there, warm and firm, fingers pressing lightly against your pulse. Testing. Teasing. “You really wanna play that game, sweetheart?” he asked, his other hand trailing down your side, slipping beneath your shirt. You swallowed hard, feeling his grip tighten slightly in response. Then, finally— “I want you to shut me up,” you whispered. And that was all it took. Dallas’s grip tightened—on your waist, on your throat, on every last ounce of his restraint. His mouth crashed onto yours, swallowing the breathless gasp you let out as he backed you toward the bed. His hands were rough, urgent, possessive—gripping, pulling, taking.

The pent-up frustration from the stream—the teasing, the stolen glances, the way you let Ethan get too fucking close—it all snapped at once. You wanted this. You wanted to push him until he snapped, until he couldn’t hold back, until he finally let himself take what was his. And fuck, he did. Dallas grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked it over your head, his lips never leaving yours. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, his breath hot against your skin as his fingers traced the edge of your waistband. “You like pushing me, don’t you?” he muttered, voice low, laced with something dark and dangerous. You barely had time to nod before his hand cracked against your ass, a sharp smack echoing in the room. You gasped, pleasure and pain colliding in a dizzying rush.“That’s for acting like a little brat,” he growled. “Now get on the bed.” Your legs nearly gave out, but you obeyed, crawling onto the mattress. Dallas was on you in an instant, flipping you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. His eyes were blown, pupils dark, gaze burning as he took you in. “You think I didn’t see you?” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and biting his way down to your chest. “The way you were flirting with Ethan? Like I wouldn’t fucking notice?” A sharp gasp left your lips as his teeth scraped your skin, his fingers slipping lower. “D-Dallas—” “Shut the fuck up.” His hand wrapped around your throat again, not squeezing—just reminding you who was in control. “I’m gonna wreck you, sweetheart.

His words sent a shudder down your spine. And then—he did. He didn’t hold back. Dallas spread your legs, his fingers teasing, testing, dragging out every single second. “You wanna act like a brat? Then you get treated like one,” he murmured, watching your body writhe under his touch. His fingers stroked, slow and deliberate, keeping you right on the edge—never enough, never quite pushing you over. “Beg for it,” he commanded. You whimpered, hips bucking against his hand. “Dallas, please—” “Please what?” he smirked, his thumb pressing just the right way, just enough to make you arch off the bed. “Fuck—please, just—” “Use your fucking words.” His hand cracked against your thigh, sending another shock of pleasure-pain through your body. Your breath hitched. “Need you to fuck me. Now.” His grin was wicked. “Good.” It was rough. It was desperate. It was everything. Dallas slammed into you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. His pace was punishing, his control completely gone—all that frustration, all that jealousy, all that possessiveness finally breaking free. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, your mind hazy, your body pushed to its limit. “You feel that?” he groaned, his grip tightening. “That’s what happens when you fucking push me.” You cried out, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. But he wasn’t done. Not even close. He made sure you wouldn’t forget.

Dallas flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up, his chest pressing against your back as he fucked you even deeper. “Mine,” he growled against your ear. “Fucking mine.” Your fingers gripped the sheets, your body shaking as he kept going, kept pushing, kept ruining you. When you finally came undone, it was overwhelming, a wave that crashed so hard you saw stars. Dallas wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening, his breath ragged as he buried himself deep, a low, guttural groan leaving his lips. And still—he didn’t move. Not yet. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his breath hot against your skin as the aftershocks ran through both of you. “Next time,” he murmured against your shoulder, lips brushing the sweat-damp skin, “maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me.” You shivered, already knowing you wouldn’t. And the next time he lost his patience? You’d gladly push him again.

[darkenedroses-world]

The Way I See You — Soup x Reader

🔹 Hurt/Comfort 🔹 Supportive Reader 🔹 Insecure Soup 🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Fluff 🔹 Crying Soup 🔹 Kisses Everywhere 🔹 Gentle Make Out Session 🔹 Established Relationship 🔹 Request 🦋

It started slowly.

Little things—quiet glances, avoided mirrors, half-hearted smiles. You could tell something was off with him. He was still funny, still sweet. Still him. But he kept pulling back like you was made of glass, like one wrong move would shatter everything you had. You finally asked him about it one night, after you’d climbed into bed and the world had gone quiet. “Babe?” You whispered. His chest rose slowly under your cheek. “Yeah?” “Are you okay?”

Silence.

Then his breath hitched—just slightly. “I’m fine,” he said too quickly. “Just tired.” You lifted your head to look at him. Even in the dark, you could see the tension in his jaw. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He hesitated. Blinked up at the ceiling. And then, just like that—He broke. His shoulders trembled, his breath caught in his throat, and the first sob ripped out of him before he could even try to stop it. You sat up, panic blooming in your chest, and reached for him as his hands flew up to cover his face.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry—” he choked out, his voice cracking in ways you’d never heard before. “I didn’t mean to—fuck, I didn’t mean to do this right now—” “Hey, hey,” You whispered, pulling his hands away so you could cup his cheeks. “You don’t have to apologize. Ever.” He was shaking now. “I just—look at you,” he cried, voice breaking completely. “You’re so beautiful. And I don’t—I don’t look like the kind of guy someone like you should be with. I look like a fucking joke. I don’t deserve you, I never did—”

You didn’t let him finish. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. Gently. Tenderly. Then the space between his brows. The tip of his nose. Each cheek, one after the other.

“You don’t get to say things like that about yourself,” You said softly, wiping a tear from his jaw. “Not when I’m right here, loving every single part of you.” He shook his head again, fresh tears slipping down. “You could be with anyone. You could be with someone way better looking, someone cooler, someone who doesn’t look like—like me.” “You mean the guy I’m in love with?” you asked, voice warm as you brushed his hair back. “The guy who holds the door for me even when his hands are full? Who texts me when I haven’t eaten yet? Who puts me first even when he doesn’t realize it?”

He tried to speak, but his voice broke again. You kissed the edge of his jaw before he could. “You think I don’t see you?” You whispered. “I see every inch of you, and I still choose you. Every day. I would still choose you if I had the whole damn world lined up in front of me.” You kissed his shoulder, then his chest again. Tire fingers splayed across his ribs, feeling every breath he tried to steady. “You are so much more than the way you look,” You said, quieter now. “But for the record? I still think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

That made him cry harder.

He turned his face into the pillow, like hiding would make it stop, but you just pulled him closer, wrapping yourself around him like a blanket. “I love your face,” you whispered against his temple. “Your eyes, your nose, the way your hair curls when it’s damp. I love your arms, your chest, your belly, every single thing you’re insecure about. I want to kiss all of it. So I’m going to.” He looked up at you, tears still clinging to his lashes. “You’re too good to me.”

You smiled gently. “Nah. You just don’t know how much you deserve yet.” You kissed his jaw again, then down his throat. You kissed over his collarbone, his shoulder, his arms. Every kiss was soft. Intentional. Full of warmth. You didn’t rush any of it. You wanted him to feel it—every brush of your lips, every breath between them. You wanted him to feel loved.

Eventually, he leaned up just enough to press a shaky kiss to your mouth. One that lingered. One that said thank you and I love you all at once. It wasn’t deep or desperate. It was slow. Sweet. Full of that tender ache that only comes when you’ve finally let your guard down. You kissed like you had all the time in the world. Like nothing else existed outside of this moment. And when he finally laid back down, pulling you into his chest, his voice came so soft it was barely there. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For seeing me.”

“I always will,” You said, running your fingers through his hair. “Even when you can’t.”

[darkenedroses-world]

You Good? — Soup x Reader

🔹 Humor 🔹 Reader Has a Staring Problem 🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Real Life Chaos 🔹 Creepy But Cute 🔹 Domestic Vibes 🔹 NPC Loading Screen Energy 🔹 “She’s Good She Just Does That” 🔹 Request 🦋

It started with the ceiling.

The group had only been over for maybe twenty minutes—Ethan was halfway through his first drink, Matt had just settled into his usual spot on the floor, and Grizzy was arguing with Yumi about whether or not bagel bites were “valid dinner options.” Everything was normal. Except you. You were sitting on the couch, unusually still, eyes fixed—locked—on the far corner of the ceiling like you were watching something only you could see.

No blinking. No shifting. Just vibes. Uneasy, liminal vibes. Matt looked up from his drink first. “Yo…” Soup had just walked into the kitchen, towel around his neck, hair still damp from a shower. Matt pointed directly at you. “Is she good?” “Bro. BRO.” Ethan waved a hand in front of your face like he was testing a mannequin. “Are you even blinking?” You didn’t respond.

Grizzy leaned in from behind the couch, lowering his voice. “Blink twice if you’re not summoning demons right now.” Still nothing “Okay, I’m gonna get the salt,” Yumi muttered, already walking toward the pantry. That’s when Soup stepped back into the room and froze. “…Baby?” No answer. He squinted, walking around you in a wide arc like you were a bomb that might activate if approached head-on.

He crouched down in front of you, tilting his head to follow your line of sight. “What are you looking at?” You blinked. Slowly turned your head. “Huh?” Soup jumped back so hard he nearly knocked over the side table. “Jesus—don’t do that!” You tilted your head. “Do what?” “That. The staring. The creepy little… ghoul mode thing you do.” “Oh.” You blinked again. “I was just thinking.” Soup stared at you for a beat. “You looked like you were waiting for a ghost to finish its sentence.”

Matt was now fully hiding behind a decorative pillow. “She did that shit at my house once. I walked into the kitchen and she was just STARING at the fridge like it owed her money.” “She do it when she’s mad?” Yumi asked, holding a salt shaker like a weapon. “No,” Grizzy said. “Worse. She does it when she’s totally normal.” “IT’S EVEN SCARIER THAT WAY!” Matt yelled, ducking behind the couch. You got up like nothing happened and wandered into the kitchen.

The microwave timer was off, the room was silent—and yet, you stood in front of it. Just staring. Not at the buttons. Not even at the clock. At the light inside the microwave. Grizzy peeked in from the hallway. “Nah. I’m out. I’m gonna call a priest.” Ethan followed, whispering, “I swear to God she did this at the gas station one time. Just locked in on the candy rack for like five minutes. Didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. I thought she saw a ghost.”

Matt leaned over to Soup. “Why are you with her again?” Soup, unfazed, leaned back on the couch and sipped his soda. “Because I like a little fear in my life.” Yumi pointed at you. “That’s not fear, that’s possession. She’s literally looking at the microwave like it insulted her ancestors.” You finally turned around with a confused look on your face. “What?”

Everyone froze.

“Don’t ‘what’ us like you weren’t just vibing with the microwave spirit,” Ethan said. “We saw you.” Soup just smiled, opened his arms, and motioned for you to sit on his lap. “She’s good. That’s just her little stare zone. I call it her NPC loading screen.” You smacked his shoulder but settled on him anyway, burying your face in his neck. “Y’all are dramatic,” you mumbled. “I’m just zoning out.”

“Zoning out WHERE? The backrooms?!” Ethan snapped. Matt, still suspicious, asked, “When’s the last time you stared at Soup like that?” “I do it all the time,” you said innocently. Soup coughed. “She does. One time I woke up at 3 a.m. and she was just sitting up in bed, looking at me. No blinking. Just… observing.” “WHY—” “I was watching you breathe,” you said with a shrug.

“…YEAH, OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ME,” Matt said, standing and heading toward the door. “I’m sleeping with a nightlight for the next week.”

Later that night, after the house had finally gone quiet and the guys had all peeled out—Matt still muttering about sleep paralysis—you and Soup laid curled up on the couch, legs tangled, the TV flickering in the background. “You know,” you said softly, “you don’t really mind it, do you?” He looked over at you, one brow raised. “What? The staring thing?”

You nodded and he snorted. “Nah. I think it’s hilarious. And kinda hot when you do it with your villain face.” “My what?” “You know—when your eyes go all ‘I’m thinking about burning something down but won’t say what.’” You laughed into his hoodie. “You’re so dumb.” Soup grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Nah. I just get you.”

And he meant it, weirdness and all.

[darkenedroses-world]

We Got You — Soup x Reader

🔹 Hurt/Comfort 🔹 Autistic Reader 🔹 Meltdown Representation 🔹 Supportive Ethan 🔹 Protective Soup 🔹 Found Family Vibes 🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Emotional Safety 🔹 Request 🦋

It started as a normal hangout.

You were on the couch with Ethan, half-listening as he bounced between a game and rambling about the weirdest thing he read online that morning. The lights were a little too bright, but you didn’t want to say anything. The game sounds were layered with his voice, your phone buzzing with group messages, and the rising pressure in your chest.

You didn’t realize how much it was building until it was too late. The sound of the controller hitting the table hit you like a gunshot. You flinched hard. Your vision blurred. Your breathing went shallow. Your fingers started twitching, then shaking. The noise, the lights, everything suddenly felt like it was stabbing at your senses—and then the tears hit, fast and hot, without warning.

Ethan froze.

“Shit—hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer. He got closer, trying to read your face. “Did I do something? What do you need? Can I—should I turn the volume down?” You just shook your head, hand gripping at the hem of your sleeve. You were trying to breathe, trying to stop the panic from clawing its way out of your throat. Ethan’s eyes widened in full panic. “Okay. Okay. Shit, um—hold on.”

He pulled out his phone and called the one person he knew could help.

⸻

Soup arrived ten minutes later, faster than either of you expected. The moment he walked in, he read the room. Lights off. TV muted. Ethan sitting on the floor next to you, wide-eyed and worried, hands fidgeting. You were curled in on yourself, overwhelmed and silent, still shaking. Soup knelt down slowly. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You blinked at the sound of his voice. It was soft—low, grounding. He didn’t reach for you. Didn’t touch. Just stayed close enough to be there. “Ethan told me you were overloaded,” he said gently. “That’s okay. You’re okay.” You sniffled, mouthing, “Too loud. Too much.” He nodded. “Then we’ll keep it quiet, yeah? No pressure. Just breathe, baby.”

He looked over at Ethan. “Blanket?” Ethan scrambled to grab one. Soup took it and laid it gently across your lap, letting you decide if you wanted it. “You’re safe,” he said, repeating it like a promise. “No one’s mad. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You mouthed, “Sorry.”

Soup shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for.” He sat beside you, mirroring your posture without crowding. His presence was steady, like an anchor. Ethan hovered close. “I—I didn’t know what to do. I thought I broke them.” Soup gave him a small smile. “You didn’t. You called me. That’s what you do when you care.”

Ethan looked at you. “I just—I didn’t wanna make it worse.” “You didn’t,” you whispered, voice hoarse. He visibly relaxed. “Do you want me close, or do you need space?” You hesitated, then reached a hand out toward him. He took it like it was something precious. Soup smiled softly. “See? You’re learning.”

Ethan squeezed your hand, eyes still wide but soft now. “Next time… I’ll know what to do better.” You nodded, curling into both of them. Wrapped in a blanket, held by two people who didn’t need you to be anything other than yourself. And for once, even in the middle of the storm, you felt okay.

[darkenedroses-world]

Can You Blink, Please? — Soup x Reader

🔹 Humor 🔹 Weird Reader Habits 🔹 Startled Soup 🔹 GN!Reader 🔹 Domestic Vibes 🔹 Shared Bedroom 🔹 Reader Teasing 🔹 Fluff 🔹 Request 🦋

“Babe?”

No answer.

“Babe…?” Soup called again as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom, towel slung over his shoulders, hair damp and sticking up in wild curls.

Still no answer.

He looked up. And froze.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, completely still, staring intensely at the space just behind the bedroom door.

Not blinking.

Not moving.

Just…staring.

He gripped the towel tighter. “Um.” Nothing. “BABE.” You didn’t even flinch. Soup went white. “What the fuck are you looking at?!” You blinked slowly, like you were waking up from a trance, and looked over at him like he was the one being weird. “What?” you asked. He pointed toward the door with his whole arm, towel hanging like a flag of fear. “You—you were just sitting there, staring at that spot behind the door like you were seeing a GHOST.” You glanced over your shoulder casually. “Oh. Nah, I was just zoning out.”

“ZONING OUT??” He looked genuinely distressed. One hand on his chest, pacing in a loose circle like he needed to shake the chills off. “I thought—bro, I thought you were being possessed. I was about to jump out the damn window.” You tried not to laugh. “I do that sometimes. It’s like a weird habit.” “No—no kidding. That’s not zoning out, that’s scaring the shit out of me!” You finally broke and started laughing as he ran a hand down his face dramatically, muttering something about needing to install a salt circle around the bed.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, reaching out to him. “You’re just fun to scare.” He pouted but stepped closer. “I’m gonna start bringing sage in the shower.” You tugged him into your arms, burying your face in his still-damp neck. “I’ll try to give you a warning next time.” He sighed dramatically, wrapping his arms around you. “Or just stare at me like that instead.” You grinned. “…You sure? I can go full creepy for you.” He snorted. “Babe, I’m already emotionally unstable. Be nice.” You laughed into his shoulder, but the chaos in your brain was already buzzing.

So naturally—The next night? You did it again.

This time you sat on the couch, eyes locked on the corner of the room like you were watching a horror movie no one else could see. The second Soup walked in with a plate of leftover pizza, he froze. He followed your gaze. “…Babe.” Silence. “Please don’t be doing that thing again.” You didn’t respond. You just tilted your head slightly like you heard a voice whisper something behind him. Soup made a noise—a whole yelp—and dropped the plate with a clatter onto the table.

“WHY are you like this??” he cried. “I’ve done nothing but love you and cherish you and give you my last slices of pizza—and THIS is what I get?? Jumpscares?!” You lost it. Laughing so hard you were crying as he dramatically flopped onto the couch and shoved his face into a pillow. “I HATE IT HERE,” he yelled, voice muffled. “You’re like if a Victorian child and a ghost hunter had a baby.” You wiped your eyes and flopped beside him.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop. That was the last one.” “Liar.” You cuddled up to him with the most innocent expression you could muster. “Would I lie to you?” “Yes. And you’d stare at me while you do it.” “…Fair.”