PREFACE. embarrassed by your three year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crushās best friend and the one whoāll either help with your lie or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.
FEATURING. childe x she/her!reader, a little bit of zhongli x reader, other genshin impact characters! (they are too many to list)
GENRE. fluff, slight angst, highschool au, fake-dating trope
TAGLIST. please send an ask / message if you wish to be tagged.
AUTHORāS NOTES. (š§ø) means there is a written portion within the chapter. based on ali hazelwoodās the love hypothesis š«¶ one of my fave books and key motivators as a woman in stem!
ā¹ profiles .š wonder pets | ass shakers
ch. 01 ā three years worth of pining
ch. 02 ā eat the rich
ch. 03 ā the list
ch. 04 ā overpriced coffee and chemical equation š§ø
ch. 05 ā overpriced coffee and chemical equation pt. 2 š§ø
You couldnāt stop your legs from pacing around the living room. It felt as if the walls were slowly inching together as time passed, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days. Three days have passed since you've been waiting for Childe to come back home. He was coming back from a mission he was sent to that was in Inazuma but he hasnāt shown leaving you worried sick and scared for his well being.
Though Childe doesnāt talk about his job much you know itās dangerous since he comes home in cuts and bruises most of the time. Youāve tried asking him before but it only led to an argument of how you didnāt need to know and it was best if you didnāt, so you took his word for it and never brought it up again because you were afraid youād anger him once more. But you couldnāt help but let your mind think the worst of the worst.
What if he never comes back? What if heās seriously injured? All alone? Why hasnāt he come back? I just want him home. Your mind raced, you felt utterly exhausted, you havenāt taken care of yourself since heās been gone. You feel too anxious to sleep, not hungry enough to eat, too weak to leave or do anything, you've been up for days hoping, no praying that he comes back safe and sound.
A loud knock snaps you out of your stupor making your head snap to the front entrance of your house. Your legs wasted no time, legs tripping over one another as you quickly ran to open it. You quickly unlock the deadbolts and wasted no time swinging the door open.
The freezing cold air in Snezhnaya never ceased to make you shiver but seeing the familiar head of messy red hair as the door flew open filled you with so much warmth.
You felt your eyes sting from the cold making your unshed tears almost freeze as you stood in front of Childe who looked beaten and broken.
You let out a breath, vapor escaping your lips as you reach your hand to caress Childeās face only to have him move past you, bumping your shoulder as he did so.
A few seconds passed as you stood there not really knowing what to do. You quickly pull your hand to your chest and close the door, maybe heās just really tired is all, he looks spent. You told yourself to ease the slight ache you felt as he avoided your touch.
āLove y-your back late, you must be exhausted.ā You rubbed the freezing tips of your fingers together as you turned around to face him as he peeled off his huge winter coat, only making your hand fly over your mouth as you saw his bare back littered in cuts and bruises, more worse than any youāve seen on him before.
āChilde what-ā
āDonāt touch me.ā He spoke up making you immediately stop a few feet away from him, his voice sounded so foreign heās never used this tone with you, let alone told you to not touch him.
āWhat happened? W-Who did this to you.ā The slight crack in your voice made his jaw clench.
All he wanted to do was shower and sleep. He's beyond exhausted and doesnāt want to hear nor deal with having to explain what happened as itāll involve him having to tell you the truth. During his mission he used his delusion which led to some unexpected events which ended up with him getting more hurt than he needed to, that plus his target got away. To make matters worse he got an earful from the other members of the fatui when he arrived back so the after effects of his delusion and his mood werenāt stable at the moment.
He gave no response, just by looking at him you can tell he was tense, he stood his full height, his shoulders were squared and his breathing was slightly labored. The last thing you want to do is pester him but you canāt help but ask questions. He's your boyfriend for goodness sakes of course you're going to be worried sick.
āLet me bandage you-ā
āNo need I can do it on my own when I shower.ā He said flatly, cutting you off once again.
āYou need to be properly bandaged Childe, you canāt reach your back properly please let me help.ā You took a hesitant step toward him.
āIām sorry, Iām just worried you were supposed to come back three days ago and when you didnāt I didnāt know what to do, who to talk to or contact because I donāt know who you work for, I donāt get why you work for them if you come back beaten and bruised every time. Childe please can you tell me what happ-ā
āDrop it.ā He turned around, the look in his eyes looked so different, so distant, so dark from the usual look he had when he was around you.
You only gulp feeling slightly intimidated by the way he was looking at you, like youād just offended him.
āI just want to know is all, so if this happens again I can know where you are and that youāre ok, that youāre alive and breathing so I wonāt be worried sick for days thinking the worst!ā You stood your ground, you didnāt want to argue with him but he wasnāt being fair either.
āIāve told you once before, drop it already, itās none of your business. Who I work for and what I do doesnāt concern you in the slightest so stay out of it.ā His tone was colder than the frigid air out. You were confused why he wonāt just give you the slightest info and why he gets so upset you just want to know that heās safe is all.
āChilde, how would you feel if it was the other way around? How would you feel if I did what you do, I was the one who came home beaten and bruised while you sat here and worried for me for days trying not to think the worst? Youād want me to tell you too! Canāt you see where Iām coming from if the roles were switched then-ā
āI wouldnāt care, if they were switched itās not any of my business, youāre being annoying now no one asked you to stay or worry for me. Why are you feeling sorry for yourself? Why are you still here? I never asked you to care because like I said, if the roles were switched, I wouldnāt waste my time caring for you.ā His eyes narrowed as he spoke, words only getting more harsh as he did so.
āThatās not fair. You donāt mean that I-I know you donāt. Childe, for the love of god just please tell me why you do this to yourself? Your employer must be the most heartless person if they put you through this every single time-ā
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall as he stormed up to you, the look in his eyes was one youāve never seen before making you frozen in place as he towered over you. You had no time to react as he roughly put his hand over your mouth shutting you up himself.
But, to his dismay his strength betrayed him. He didnāt even process what he had said or done until he heard the sick sound of your head hitting the wall behind you.
You felt pain shoot through the back of your head as you kept your eyes shut tight from his sudden movement, your body froze up from the shock. You felt too scared to open your eyes and look at the man you didnāt even recognize anymore, what he had said hurt you, but what heād just done scared you like no other. Never in the time you've known or dated Childe has he shown this side of himself, the only side those whose lives are about to be taken by his own hands see this side of him, you were never meant to see though, not this side of him.
You were too scared to open your eyes but you wanted to get away from him, you tried to move your body but felt numb. Your eyelids didnāt open despite you trying to do so, you physically couldnāt, you tried to but your eyelids felt too heavy. You felt as if you were floating and the heavy feeling of sleepiness took over. The adrenaline and anxiety in your body vanished and your lack of self care caught up with you at the worst moment possible. You werenāt taking care of yourself as it was and Childe slamming your head into the wall behind you only made things worse.
You tried to lift your hand up to get his hand off your face but you couldnāt even do that, the last thing you felt was your legs buckle underneath you but the darkness took you away before your body hit the floor.
Childe immediately let go of your face to catch you before you fell. His eyes were blown wide and his breathing became erratic.
āY/n?ā He breathed out, pulling you close to his chest as he gently laid you down on his lap.
āY/n, please I-ā he brought his hand up to move the hair that blocked your face, his hands trembling as he did so. He finally got a good look at you and the weight of his words were crashing down.
The silence he desperately wanted was too much for him to bear at the moment.
He takes in your appearance as this was the first time he actually looked at you since heās arrived home. He sees the dark bags under your eyes, your lips that look slightly paler than normal and how your cheeks look a bit sunken in.
What did I do? Why did I do this? Why did I hurt them? They were just trying to help? What have I done? What should I do? His mind raced with so many questions as his vision became blurred.
āIām so sorry y/n, please wake up and open your eyes, I didnāt mean it just- Iām sorry Iām so so sorry.ā Childe looked down at you in his arms, fresh tears falling onto your face as he realizes what heās done.
āI didnāt mean to hurt you I canāt- please open your eyes I need you here. I do care! I didnāt mean what I said,ā He buried his head into the crook of your neck, gathering your frame into his arms and he stood up with you.
He didnāt bother putting his coat on as he made his way to the front door.
His state of mind was still fuzzy from the delusion making him out of place but he didnāt care, heās unsure of his own strength and he needs to make sure youāre ok, that he didnāt hurt you more than he already did, than he thinks he has.
He made a beeline for the nearest doctor around him which was quite a walk away as the small town he grew up in wasnāt too crowded. When he arrived, both of you were covered in snow, you were still unconscious in his arms as he knocked on the doctors doors telling him no, begging him to do a check up on you.
The doctor wasted no time opening his door wider to allow Childe and you in as the both of you looked half frozen. Chile gently laid you on the couch inside, turning on his heels as the doctor walked up to your unconscious body.
Childes hands went straight to his hair gripping it slightly, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he really took in what heād done. He was now the one who was thinking the worst. He couldnāt stand himself for doing such a thing. He thought the feeling of his victims' blood on his hands was disgusting but this was far worse, you're not one of his prey he was never meant to hurt you never like this, never meant to hurt you in any way shape or form.
The doctor kneeled beside you, examining your closed eyes, inside your mouth, your ears.
āWhat happened to them?ā The doctor questioned Childe, he had to hold back the bile that rose in his throat hearing that question, knowing he was the one who did this to you.
āT-they fell, they hit their head pretty hard and havenāt woken up, I- are they ok?ā Childe felt sick for lying, he was scared though, he didnāt want to believe it himself, that he actually put his hands on you like that.
The doctor only nodded, not questioning the frantic man before him any further and insead feeling around your head, giving a small hum when his hand met the back of your head. He pulled back and inspected your closed eyes again turning around to face Childe.
āIt seems as if they did fall quite hard, the bump on the back of their head indicates so. Thankfully there is no blood but indicating how long theyāve been out for they most likely have a concussion.ā The doctor explained as he pulled back reaching for his stethoscope. āThat and, their body seems to be exhausted as well. Lack of sleep and eating plus falling on your head can lead to this, thankfully itās nothing too serious but for the time being Iāll run an IV and they can stay here till they wake, I will need to transfer them to their own room of course, young man you can head home Iāll inform you when they wake u-ā
āNo!ā Chile raised his voice higher than intended, glaring at the doctor.
āIām not leaving them alone, Iām staying until they wake up. I need to, I-I have to, I can't leave them alone.ā Childe's voice wavered, he felt utterly disgusted in himself, he canāt help but think the worst, what if you didnāt want to see him when you opened your eyes? What if he scared you away and you left him? What if you're too scared to be with him?
The doctor only hummed and gave a nod of his head. āWell then, please carry them to their room, Iāll walk you to it and you can stay with them until they wake up. No guarantees when they will, but sooner than later at least.ā The doctor spoke as he turned on his heels waiting for Childe to pick you up to walk you to your room.
Childe wasted no time in doing so, gently lifting you up and following close behind the doctor to your room.
The peace and quiet that Childe had wanted when he got home was more defeating than anything else. It was driving him crazy, itās been hours since youāve been out and he has no one to blame but himself. The doctor had informed him that you havenāt been eating or sleeping properly and that itās just your body getting much needed rest but he still canāt help but feel responsible as he is the one who caused you to knock out in his stupor.
Childe held his head in his hands as his elbows were propped on his legs. Everytime he looks at his hands he feels the soft vibrations that escaped your mouth as you whimpered in pain when he slammed your head in the wall and the pain he feels in his chest is unbearable. His eyes were sore from crying so much. He feels absolutely horrible, thinking of the way you were only worried for his well being yet he ended up hurting you just because he wasnāt in a good mood. He didnāt deserve you, he knows he doesnāt, and this mightāve just been the last straw to make you realize that you in fact do deserve better.
The doctor had asked Childe to step out for a couple of minutes to run another quick checkup on you and though Childe didnāt want to leave your side he knew he had to oblige. The roles were switched in a way now, as he was the one now pacing, anxiously waiting for you to open your eyes, so he can tell you everything, how sorry he is, about what he really does for a living. He wonāt keep secrets anymore for the love of god he feels horrible for what heās done and he needs to apologize right now. Even if you walk away from him or yell at him to get away heāll understand, all he wants to do is say sorry.
Childeās head snapped up when he heard the doctor talking in your room, indicating that you mightāve finally woken up he made his way up to the door. He reached for the knob only to see the door crack open on its own, the doctor peeking his head out and stepping out before Childe, a worried look written on his features.
āAre they awake?ā Childe grabbed the doctor's shoulders, his messy hair falling over his bloodshot eyes.
āI donāt-, they have woken up but itās best to not go see them at the moment, something seems to be wrong a-ā
Childe didnāt bother listening to the rest of what the doctor had to say. He only pushed him aside and turned the doorknob pushing the door open to see you sitting on the bed looking out the window besides you.
āSir, I advise you not to do this right now they-ā Childe closed the door behind him, shutting the doctor up once again as he slowly made his way up to your bed. You havenāt even bothered turning to look at him. He felt scared, something he hasnāt felt in a long time. He was scared of the reaction you might give him just by looking at how you havenāt even so much as glanced his way, heās not expecting a good reaction, rightfully so, what he didnāt you was unforgivable and he knows it.
āY/n.ā Childe softly called out your name, seeing you slowly turn your head no emotion whatsoever on your face. You didnāt look surprised, mad, scared, happy or sad. You just look at him with eyes he himself has never seen you wear.
āY/n, love Iām so sorry.ā He breathed out, long legs striding up to your bed, his arm stretching out to touch you, your hand anything. He needed to feel your warmth, tell you he didnāt mean anything and heās sorry.
You pull your arm close to your chest, your eyebrows knitting together as you look up at the man standing before you, physical touch was something you werenāt used to so why is he trying to touch you? Why is a random guy walking up to me? Who is he? You questioned yourself. Your brain felt fuzzy, everything around you looked so unfamiliar.
You only opened your eyes less than five minutes ago to a doctor youāve never met putting an IV in your arm. He didnāt explain how you got here. Despite that being the first question that came out of your mouth, the doctor only wrote something down on his clipboard then walked out only for some random guy who looks like he should be the one getting treatment walked up to you, called your name and tried to touch you? You donāt know this man, you canāt seem to remember much but you know that you canāt trust anyone youāve never met, though his presence felt familiar you were still wary.
āIām sorry, do I know you?ā You blink at him only to see the hopeful look on his face completely drop, he looked quite happy when you looked at him but what you said made the man before you frown, he almost looked like he was about to cry.
Childe felt his breath get caught in his throat, he felt his eyes start to sting again just by looking at your confused expression.
āSir? Do you need to sit down? Maybe the doctor can help you too, I mean you donāt look all too well.ā You pointed at the chair next to you and slowly turned your head back to face him, slightly wincing as the back of your head slightly throbbed.
āI think you should sit down, you donāt look too good.ā You tell him as you reach your hand to the back of your head feeling a small bandage wrapped around making you more confused as to why it was or how you even ended up here in the first place.
His hand flew to his mouth, the bile that he desperately tried to keep down rose up, he bolted towards the bin in the room and threw up, slamming his fist into the wall before him over and over and over again until his knuckles felt raw.
What have I done? They donāt remember me? They donāt remember what happened? How come? How'd they forget? That look in their eyes- itās not them, thatās not them, they would never look at me with such a distant look. What have I done? What did I do? Childeās thoughts compiled one after another, each getting louder than the last and he wanted to scream until his throat became raw.
The door opened and Childeās head snapped up. The doctor only sighed at Childeās reaction as he walked up to him and placed a hand on his back handing him some tissues in the process.
āYoung man, it seems as if they are experiencing memory loss. I tried to warn you before you came in but you gave me no time to do so. I advise you to not startle them any more than you have as it seems they have forgotten who you are as well.ā The doctor leaned close to Childe speaking in a hushed tone to calm him down and so you wonāt hear either.
Childe only closed his eyes tighter as more tears escaped his eyes. He only shook his head as he didnāt want to believe what he was hearing, he canāt accept what heās done to you. It felt like a nightmare, some sick twisted nightmare that he desperately hopes he wakes up from soon.
āDoctor? Is that man alright? He doesnāt look so good. I donāt know what heās here for or how he knows me exactly but I think he needs to get treated immediately, his condition seems to be worse than mine.ā You spoke up from behind the men who were talking in the corner. You tried to stand up but felt too dizzy to do so. The strange man looked sick and tired, in need of much rest and a good meal, though you donāt know him you still felt bad for him as the state he was in didnāt look good at all.
Childeās head shot up towards your soft voice. His lips wobbled as small sobs escaped his mouth upon hearing the concern lacing your tone. Even though you might not remember him, even though he hurt you, even though he was the reason all this was happening you were still worried for him, it made him feel utterly disgusted in himself.
He wants to be greedy and tell you who he is even if you end up getting more confused but he canāt bring himself to. He doesnāt want to startle you nor does he want to scare you anymore than he has. He'd rather have you hate him, scream, yell at him than not remember him. But at the same time he canāt help but think maybe you forgetting him isnāt so bad after all, maybe you losing your memory of him is for the best. Maybe he can leave and let you start a new life. One where heās not in the picture because he knows that you deserve better, someone thatās not him. So maybe just maybe he can just simply apologize to you for startling you earlier, tell you he thought you were someone else and leave you behind and let you start fresh with no memory of him, and heāll watch over you from the sidelines and in the dark make sure your ok even if you never remember him again because he knows doesnāt deserve someone as caring and loving as you. And even if you never get your memory of your time spent together back, it's the weight of his own actions heād have to carry with him forever, he only has himself to blame and he knows itāll hurt like hell. Itāll hurt more than any physical injury heās obtained because heāll never again meet someone like you, heāll never get to call you his again. So maybe he should leave you be and let you forget so you wonāt feel no more pain or worry. Just a simple life without him will surely bring you more joy than staying with him. Thatās what would be best for you, right?
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authors note: helloo!! omg itās been a while since Iāve posted sorry Iāve been pretty busy as of late! but yay I wrote my first Childe piece (tho i donāt particularly like this ginger LOL no shame if u do tho!) and ahhh I had such a hard time with the ending AHH SORRY IF ITS BAD I didnāt know how to end it?!?! literally took me so long PLZ. but I hope you are all doing well and staying hydrated!! I do hope you enjoy the story!<333
imagine riding scaramouche in the middle of a party with your friends group, after hours of looking at each other.
his hard hands grip your waist violently as you jump on top of him. he raises his head, panting, his eyes half-closed, illuminated by a single ray of blue neon, in the middle of the darkness of the room in which you hid. his hot breath ghosts over your lips, trembling each time you push him a little deeper into you. through the slightly ajar door, indie music resonates, as well as a tangle of voices and laughter.
āahn--ā his thighs thrust up hard, hitting your insides firmly. your lips separate, and his hand quickly presses against them.
"shut the...fuck up...." he growls between two breathes of pleasure, his thighs lifting, slapping against your ass, your intimacies meeting in a hard and fast rhythm. "you want the others to hear you moan like a whore? huh?" your eyes roll back as his thumb slides inside your mouth. you hold yourself to his bony shoulders as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, pressing down on your hips, pushing himself into you. you could feel the pleasure he felt from fucking you...his moans, the way he panted hotly against your lips, the way each of his muscles tensed under your fingers, the heat of his body, and his throbbing cock, making your insides shake and clench.
"g...god...i'm gonna..." he pants. his black nails dig into your waist, and you come hard against his body, biting his thumb and suckling on it to muffle your moans. a whimper escapes his lips as he comes too, his arms wrapping around your waist with all his might, his seed filling you hard. your insides tighten against his cock, milking every drop out of him, making him twitch and growl of pleasure.
his thumb leaves your moisted lips, a trickle of saliva connecting them, and your half-lidded gazes lock, riding out your orgasms. scaramouche smirks against your lips and whispers tiredly: "who knew you were such a slut..."
you close your eyes, and smirks back. yeah, you didn't know this side of yourself either.
synopsis: as youāve been declared empress of the nation of sumeru, you decide to home a harem to spite your ex from a neighboring nation. many men have done it before you, so why canāt you? needless to say, behind the nasty whispers in the nation, many families enthusiastically sent in their sons to be a part of your harem. an important banquet is held for you to meet each of these men. after factoring out the men, you decide to spend some one on one time with them. you get 15 minutes with each in a private room with no supervision. whatās the worst that could happen?
the men in question:
the general mahamatra, cyno
the light of kshahrewar, kaveh
the acting grand sage, alhaitham
the verdant strider, tighnari
the calvery captain, kaeya alberich
the top vahumana student, kunikuzushi
a/n: hello!! this is my first ever series iāve made. this is loosely based on the webtoon āmen on the haremā i hope you all enjoy this series as im very excited to release it! warnings for each chapter will be put on their own post, so please read them before anything. with all of that aside, i will post them as often as possible, so please be patient with me! and ofc please enjoy and have fun <3
i remember u writing abt hybrid catboy scara and fox childe and im literally in loveš¤š¤
catboy scara fluff ur fluff is literally amazinf
Hybrid! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluff fluffy fluff fluff.
I'm really glad you guys enjoy my fluff. I love writing it. I'm not feeling the best so I am sorry if this is shit. I don't want you guys to write me off or abandon me for inactivity š
You could feel Scaramouche's cat eyes staring, or rather glaring at you, peeking his little head out just so around corner. He wanted to be close to you while you did chores around the house. But, you know, people sucked. He had an image to uphold.
You turned your head to smile at him. A smile that always took his breath away, be it in his cat or human form. "Come hang out with me while I clean, Scara," You coaxed.
You swore you heard him give his trademark scoff, tinged behind a meow before he darted off around the corner out of sight. You sighed and went about your day.
You decided to try again once you finished cleaning. You knew right where he was, hiding in your room under your bed. "Scara, I'm going to the farmer's market down the road today for some fruit. Do you want to come? We can stop by the grocery store, and get your favorite, expensive cat food."
You saw his eyes staring at you from underneath the bed. You heard a low meow followed by the sound of his stomach growling. Howver, he made no move to come out from under the bed.
You hide a laugh behind your hand, making him glare at you. "Okay, I understand. I'll still pick up cat food and your favorite treats," You left your room, leaving the door open so he could wander the around the house as he liked while you were gone.
Scaramouche came out from under the bed when he heard the front door close. Trotting downstairs, he stared at the front door for a long time. He was being distant and short tempered with you, and you still were being considerate of him.
You were different from other people. He could more than see that. You'd already proved that to him when you'd found him injured. You hadn't dropped him when he clawed at you a little picking him up. You'd bandaged his leg, stayed up reading to him all night and didn't fall asleep until after he did.
He waited right by the front door for you to return, wishing with ever fiber of his being that he had gone with you. Who knows who would be lurking around the corners of the farmer's market or the grocery store, ready to take to you away from him?
"Hi, Scara," You greeted, hearing a soft meow, "you finally came out of hiding. You wanna help me put the groceries away," He trotted into the kitchen behind you, hoping up on the counter to sit with you while you put the groceries away.
"You wanna watch a movie with me after you eat?" You asked, closing the fridge and getting a can of cat food out for him. Scaramouche didn't want to eat first, though.
He just wanted to be with you.
Scaramouche followed you right to the couch, leaving his cat food untouched. You even read the titles outloud to him, scratching him behind his ears and petting him after he settled in your lap. He was just starting to purr softly when he shifted into his human form, sighing contently as he rested his head in your lap.
"Was this what you wanted the whole time, Scara?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair.
"Mhm," He admitted shyly, his cheeks flushing as his ears twitched. After the movie, he slept next to you in his human form, holding you to his chest to keep you warm.
"kuni... i had a dream about you. about us... you were actually kind of sweet, in it..."
ScaramoucheĀ swears he could get drunk on the expression you direct at him now. Wistful with a touch of yearning for something thatād never be fulfilled. It brings out the best of your features, almost giving the appearance that youāre glowing.Ā
His appreciation could only last so long, until he begins ruminating on your word choice, as he so often does. If there ever were a certification test on all things you, heād pass with flying colors. A prodigy in the field. He could even host seminars, though he wouldnāt, because heās the only one who gets to have access to this invaluable information.Ā
Itās this unparalleled expertise that makes him glare at you.Ā āWhat? Am I not sweet enough when youāre awake?āĀ
āUm...ā you trail off, blinking rapidly,Ā āIs that... is that a trick question?āĀ
Alright, well, you didnāt have to sound so genuine. Thatās rude.Ā
He flicks your forehead.Ā āMaybe if you acted a little cuter, Iād dote on you some more. Iām capable of being quite pleasant when the situation calls for it. You just need to work harder to bring my soft side out.āĀ
You put a finger to your cheek and hum.Ā āDoes such a fabledĀ āsoft sideā really exist? Iām not convinced.āĀ
āOh, it most certainly does,ā he returns with a smile that feels increasingly strained by the second.Ā āSo go ahead. Act cute and earn my esteemed adoration. You should feel privileged to even have the opportunity.āĀ
The face you make almost hurts his pride. Almost.Ā āNo thanks. I think Iād rather get struck by lightning.āĀ
His eye twitches. āThat can be arranged.āĀ
āSee! This is exactly what I mean. The dream version of you is much better, I prefer him by far.āĀ
Instead of reciprocating your bickering, his breath hitches, and he gnaws on the inside of his cheek.Ā āDo you really?āĀ
āItās not even a competition. Wait, hold on... youāre not jealous of yourself, are you? Is that possible?āĀ
ā... Shut up, already. Your voice is getting on my nerves.āĀ
āAw, but I need it to bring out your soft side.āĀ
Your forehead receives yet another flick for this infraction.Ā
šidiots to lovers with modern scara and chubby readerš
smutty towards the end but nothing too explicit
modern au!scara who always made fun of your weight back in elementary school, calling you āfattyā and always poking your squishy cheeks to piss you off
modern au!scara who didnāt understand why a lot of his friends thought your chubbiness was cute, only using that to fuel his āhatredā towards you
modern au!scara who went into middle school and noticed how even more of his friends started finding you cute
modern au!scara who reaches puberty later than his friends but still canāt wrap his head around why he starts feeling a little flushed around you
modern au!scara who starts spending a lot of time locked in his room, going through the motions of puberty and experimenting with himself
modern au!scara who rots his mind with the idea that only skinny girls like the one he sees in porn are attractive
modern au!scara who canāt seem to get you out of his mind no matter how many other girls he tries to pursue
modern au!scara who finally gets a girlfriend in his first year of high school and constantly drools over her curves
modern au!scara who sees one of his friends flirting with you and doesnāt get why his girlfriend is getting suspicious of his āirrational jealousyā
modern au!scara who explains to his girlfriend that he doesnāt like you like that because why would he when heās got a skinny girlfriend with an hourglass figure?
modern au!scara who doesnāt see the way his girlfriend is glaring at him because his gaze keeps drifting over to you in class
modern au!scara who suddenly comes across a lot of porn with chubby girls and canāt help the way his mind starts taking him places he shouldnāt go
modern au!scara who tries to push away his thoughts by replacing them with thoughts of his girlfriend
modern au!scara who suddenly gets a lot more harsh with his teasing
modern au!scara who starts glaring at anyone who tries to make fun of your weight or compliments you in any way
modern au!scara who gets broken up with right before his two year anniversary because of his āobvious jealousyā
modern au!scara who notices how his ex starts spending a lot of time with you and doesnāt know who exactly the jealousy heās feeling is targeted towards
modern au!scara who only realizes how he feels for you at the end of his second to last year of high school, finally admitting his jealousy to himself when he sees you getting hit on in the hallways
modern au!scara who tries to be nicer to you but just canāt seem to do so because he has a bad case of cuteness aggression
modern au!scara who constantly thinks of you in both wholesome and non-wholesome situations, imagining how your hugs would feel and how your hugs would feel
modern au!scara who spend the entirety of his last year of high school trying to get you to realize his true feelings without having to say them out loud
modern au!scara who doesnāt have enough courage to ask you to prom but is pleasantly surprised when he finds out you went alone as well
modern au!scara who finally acts as nice as he can when he sees you during prom, scowling a lot less and complimenting your outfit
modern au!scara who keeps looking all over the place during graduation, trying to find you in the vast crowd of people
modern au!scara who couldnāt find you and heads home in disappointment
modern au!scara who spends the summer locked in his room, sulking about not being able to see you again now that heās out of school
modern au!scara who starts working at a coffee shop only to find out that youāre working at the bookstore right across the street
modern au!scara who starts pretending to be into reading just to come see you during your work hours
modern au!scara who offers you some coffee because a customer āhad to leave before the order was readyā
modern au!scara who has to bite back his smile when he sees you coming in for coffee durning his shift
modern au!scara who stumbles over his words when you give him your number
modern au!scara who finds himself too nervous to text you for a whole week before finally sending you some stupid ass meme
modern au!scara who finds that texting you is a lot easier than heād expected and easily banters with you for hours and hours
modern au!scara who finally has enough courage to ask you on a date only to start squealing like a schoolgirl in love when you accept
modern au!scara who manages to look calm on the outside despite the way his mind is full of chaotic screaming during the date
modern au!scara who breaks into a blushing mess when you kiss him goodbye
modern au!scara who avoids you like the plague for another week only to have you approach him in annoyance
modern au!scara who finds himself above you in the backseat of his car
modern au!scara who only confesses his feelings for you after heās done admiring the globs of white he left on your chubby belly
42!Miles
He gets irrationally angry when he's in love with someone.
I don't mean stupid lil crushes
I mean when he's fully in love with someone
They're all that occupies his mind
He pushes them away by calling their voice annoying and saying he hates how touchy they are. But he reviles in the attention he gets from them
They had gotten so used to Miles being mean to them and one day they get into a fight with him. Miles lists off everything he "hates" about them. How he hates them touching him and their voice and how happy they are all the time and how much they hug him.
He had them gently pressed against a wall as his voice got softer and he started to say how much he hated that stupid chapstick they always wore because it made their lips look so soft... Miles says how much he hates how bad he wants to kiss them and how he hates everytime he goes to sleep or closes his eyes he sees them. His "I hate"s turn into "I love"s and "I need"s as he babbles about how bad he wants to feel their lips on his and how their voice makes his brain go fuzzy how their touch sends electricity through his body.
"I need your love until you can't give me anymore... I fucking hate the hold you have on me. That stupid fucking voice of yours fogs my brain and your god damn hands electrocute me. You're on my mind twenty-four fucking seven CariƱo... You don't understand the chokehold you have on me right now, if you asked me to come over I'd drop everything to come and see you. You have no idea how hard it is to act like I hate you Querido... You don't have a single clue what you do to me... You are mi media naranja... You are Mi Amor, Mi Vida, Mi Alma, Mi Tesoro, Mi CorazĆ³n... And if you'll be mine you'll be Mi muƱeca. Mi Reina... You're such un pequeƱo Ć”ngel... So please... please NiƱita please... let me kiss you... Please I need it..."
CariƱo = Sweatheart
Querido = Dear
Mi Media Naranja = My Better Half
Mi Amor = My love
Mi Vida = My life
Mi Alma = My soul
Mi Tesoro = My treasure
Mi CorazĆ³n = My heart
Mi muƱeca = My doll
Un pequeƱo angelito = You're such a little angle
NiƱita = baby girl
tw: angst, slight cursing, bad boyfriend miles, not proofread
Miles was an amazing boyfriend, caring, compassionate, and always getting you little trinkets and items that 'reminded him of you'.
as of late, though, he's been lacking on boyfriend duty. Cancelling on dates under the guise of 'spider-man patrols'. He stopped getting you things and started acting more dry over text and call. Anytime you were together he was always on his phone, smiling and texting some other girl. You were fine with it, you just wanted your miles back.
It was the day of Mr. Morales' promotion, you had showed up, albeit a little solemn over the way Miles had been treating you, but you still wanted to be there for Mr. Morales' since Miles' parents had always been there for you.
You showed up, walking through the door, gift in hand. You were searching for Miles', hoping to see him and talk to him about what was up with him recently.
"Y/N! Hola mija! Āæcomo estas?" you heard Mrs. Morales exclaim, walking up to you and embracing you in a tight hug.
"Hi Mrs. Morales! I'm good how are you? you must be excited about the promotion huh?" you say, poking at her shoulder teasingly with a calmer smile on your face. You and her fall into a comfortable conversation for a few minutes before you saw past her, just over her shoulder was Miles, talking to some white girl and showing more emotion with her in a few minutes than he showed you in the last week.
you felt your heart sink.
its as if you pushed your man into another girls arms.
Mrs. Morales seemed to notice your sudden change in mood and followed your gaze, seeing her baby boy, chatting it up with some girl who looks old enough to vote.
"aye, mija im sorry, i'll go talk some sense into that boy" You nodded silently as she walked away. You decided to go over to the snack table to get something to drink.
For most of the party you sat, nursing your drink and silently watching everyone else celebrate. then you heard yelling, lots of it. The music turned up but you could still hear yelling. You moved off the wall and walked towards the commotion.
You could see Miles yelling at his parents before giving up.
"whatever.."
"..."
"whatever?? whatever?? thats it your grounded!"
you physically cringed at how embarrassing this whole interaction was for miles. He put down the boxes in his hands before storming off, sparing you a single glance, not slowing his pace, before he continued past you, as if you didn't even matter. It hurt you to see him not caring at all about you.
You couldn't take much more of this, so you said your goodbyes and final congratulations before leaving.
āāā
it had been a few weeks since you last spoke to miles. your heart couldnāt take it after seeing him with another girl; you werenāt even sure where your relationship stood at this point.
you were laying in your bed, thinking. trying to think back to when it all went to shit. you always thought yours and miles relationship was amazing, you thought he was the one.
why did he change, did he decide your not good enough for him anymore?
it had been too long of these negative thoughts with no closure, so you went to his house to figure out what he wanted to do next.
āāā
you were in front of his door, trying to figure out what to say to him when you eventually knocked on the door. you were extremely close to giving up and going home when the door opened.
"Y/N?" you looked up and saw Miles staring down slightly at you.
"Miles." you said, indifferently. "I came to talk to you, i was just about to knock on the door" you expertly lied
"oh um well i'm kinda in the middle of-"
"miles? what are you doing?" you heard a female voice cut miles off.
you unfolded your arms and looked up at miles, questioningly. the voice you heard definitely wasn't his mother.
"Miles.. who is that behind you? do you have another girl over?" You didn't wait for him to answer before you pushed past him and opened the door. It was the girl from the party. She looked confused and almost mad at you.
"Who are you?" she asked, acting all entitled
"Im his girlfriend, who are you?" you crossed your arms again.
her face morphed to that of confusion as she looked over at miles.
"gwen, i was going to tell her, just not now."
"Tell me what?"
"i want to break up." the rest of his words muffled, you could hear ringing through your ears. your arms fell again.
"..what?" your voice went shaky.
"im sorry, but i just fell out of love with you" he tried smiling but it just failed.
"i hate you miles, i want my stuff back."
he nodded slowly and closed the door, you could hear gwen softly comforting him, just like you used to do. Then you heard yelling, it sounded like Ms. Morales.
You went back home
āāā
It's been a few months since miles left you. You began to come to terms with it and realized that it wasn't your fault, it was no ones fault, it still hurt but not as bad.
you were walking down the streets of new york, going to your favorite bakery for some coffee and a snack when you heard rumbling. loud rumbling, coming from the end of the street. you turned around and saw an all out fight, there was multiple spider-men, some youve seen before, some being entirely new. people were running around you, but you were stuck in place.
you recognized the black and red mask swinging around, suit torn in some places, blood seeping out of large cuts.
its miles, you thought. He's the one the villan is going after. Hes being brutally punched, over and over and over again. you heard another voice, another recognizable one, trying to put your finger on it you realized you were still standing on the sidewalk, in the middle of the fight, when a red car was thrown right at you.
you finally began to run, first you started out slow, then you broke out into a full sprint, running as things were being thrown at you.
suddenly, you were grabbed, by some, white entity with black scribbles all over it. it was twitching and shaking the whole time speaking directly at you, pulling you closer.
"aww looks like this one didn't get away spider-man, it'd be a shame if i were to, send her away" it laughed, it created a black hole looking object before carelessly tossing you into the hole. you looked up but the hole had closed just as quickly as it had opened.
you went through a large room of more black holes, seemingly gravitating towards one in particular. the closer you got to it, the better you could see. It looked a lot like your world, just darker and more fires.
you landed harshly on top of a tall building, after a few moments, trying to get over the pain. when it subsided, you sat up and looked around.
what happened here? you thought
questions like this ran through your mind as you turned around taking in your new surroundings. you sat up and looked around.
wheres their spiderman to prevent this?
so many more questions flooded your mind, making you dizzy. You stood up, more and more questions surfacing, one more prominent. it echoed through your mind.
where am i? this isn't home.
you went to the edge of the building you landed on, still sore from the harsh landing.
you could hear loud gunshots, multiple gunshots going off. you were immediately put on edge.
you looked around the building and you saw a small room with a door, you assumed those were the stairs down.
you walked towards the door, more sounds went off. police sirens, more guns, yelling, arguing; this was a very bad place to be in.
you decended down the stairs, they were old and rusted, shaking with every step.
once you made it down, it was even worse. there was women yelling about theives, shop windows broken, signs torn down. graffiti everywhere.
you walked down the street warily, searching for a police station to find out where you are.
āāā
you were lost.
this place looked a lot like your brooklyn, slight changes like your favorite bakery being on a different part of town, replaced by a clothing and shoe store.
you began walking blind, just hoping to run into the one kind person here.
your entire walk you felt like you were being watched, you shrugged it off to being in a new and sketchy place.
then you saw something that caught your eye.
brooklyn visions.
yours and miles school. where you stayed.
you immediately walked towards the school, hoping you found a sanctuary.
you felt chills running down your spine, you stopped in your tracks. you heard a noise, like wind whistling around you. you turned around quickly. seeing a small purple blur moving, behind a building.
goosebumps rose on your skin, you started to breathe harder. you turned back towards the school and began running, your mind moving a thousand miles a minute. you could hear soft footsteps behind you, just loud enough to hear. then they stopped. you were almost at the door of the school when something suddenly appeared infront of you
a purple mask looked at you, the head behind the mask tilted, almost as if they were confused.
"w-who are you?"
the mask didn't respond, he bent down, moving around you in a circle, almost as if he was sizing you up. you were shaking the entire time, your eyes closed and praying
"why you so scared ma? and why are you out here at this time of night?" the voice calmed you subconscious, yet you still couldn't put your finger on where youve heard it before.
the mask looked around, seemingly as if he was checking if we were alone, then reached up to take his mask off.
"Miles?"
"yes ma, sorry i know we broke up, force of habit. you look.. different" he said, slightly chuckling then letting it die
"whats going on?" tears welled up in your eyes, the whole experience overwhelming you.
"hey hey hey, whoa calm down, are you ok?"
"no! i was outside my house and i get thrown into some sort of hole thing and now im here and everything looks different and you look different, what ever happened to you and gwen, hm? wasnt she the girl you left me for?" you ranted, the emotions you kept in since you and miles broke up being let out all at once.
it felt good to let them out
"...what are you talking about? your the one who left me for that tall ass dreadheaded boy a little while ago"
now you were officially confused
"I know your confused, but i think you should come over to my place, its not safe for you to be out here confused at this time of night."
as you let more tears fall, you nodded and let miles grab your arm
"ok.."
āāā
you had calmed down, sitting down on his bed.
"so.. your room looks different"
"ma, i dont think you understand whats going on here"
you looked up at him, confused
"huh? what do you mean"
"i've been studying this in school, its called the multiverse theory, it suggests that our universe, may not be the only one. Ma i think you came from a different one than mine. Im not sure how to get you home from here. I wasn't even sure the theory was real"
your breathing stopped.
"i-i'm in a different universe? how-how did that happen? oh my god what about my family? my friends? my world? am i going to be stuck here forever? am i going-"
you were cut off by a horrible, inexplicable pain. you couldn't see anything but bright colors and loud sounds. it lasted for what felt like hours.
"holy shit what was that?" you said, suddenly on the floor and out of breath.
"i'm pretty sure your atoms arent exactly jazzed about being in a different universe"
it went quiet again for a moment
"so, what did you mean by i left you for some other man? because in my universe, you broke up with me for a white girl" you said looking down
"a white girl? over you? hell no, i would never. you sure that kid is me?"
you laughed lightly smiling at him
"and i would never chose some random dreadhead over you"
you two were talking for what felt like years, you and him fell into such a comfortable conversation. you two were talking for so long about nothing and everything at the same time.
it fell silent, but a comfortable silence, like you didnāt feel trapped at all with him.
he scooted closer, he stole a glance at your lips before darting back up to your eyes. not going unnoticed by you.
you tilted your head slightly to the right looking down at his lips for a second, then looking back up at his eyes. you missed looking into miles' eyes. they brought you a sort of comfort nothing else could bring you.
the tension in the air was thick, so thick you could cut it with a knife. you decided to shoot your shot and you moved closer to this miles, connecting your lips. the kiss was familiar for the both of you. bringing that closure the two of you needed.
"i know your not my miles, and im not your y/n, but do you think maybe we coul-"
you were cut off by a loud sound, coming from the left of you, but it looked like absolutely nothing was making that noise.
"what is that?"
"i-i dont know" he looked just as confused as you were, searching for the source of the sound.
you saw another small black hole, this time it was about as big as a penny, growing larger in size the more you looked at it
"Miles look" you said, pointing at the quarter sized hole, you both watched in awe as it grew. then you could hear voices coming from the hole
"its getting bigger, maybe we shouldnt be here"
by the time you finished your sentence, you looked back at the hole, it was about as tall as you now, it stopped growing
there was a colorful border around in the shape of a hexagon, there were multiple hexagons, each getting smaller. you stood up, holding miles' hand.
"miles we should go, i dont like this"
he stood up, holding you hand in his. he turned around to go pull on the doorknob when you heard another voice.
"y/n?" you turned around abruptly, you were looking your miles in the face
"oh, hi miles, what are you doing here?"
"what am i doing here? y/n, what are you doing here?" he got defensive. "why are you here with this knockoff version of me?"
"i wasn't here by choice! because of your fight with the spot i was thrown here!"
"But that doesn't explain you being in this guys room!"
"why do you care? you broke up with me for that white girl!"
he went silent.
"y/n, that was a mistake, we ended up breaking up."
"so you only want me back because it didnt work out with your side chick?"
"Y/n, it didn't work because she isnt you"
"really? i could've told you that"
he sighed, he looked frustrated, that made you hap
"miles, you cheated on me and broke up with me for her, im not going to accept your pathetic apology"
The other miles squeezed your hand, reminding you that he was there. you looked back at him and smiled
āwhat the hell is this? why are you looking at him like, like, like how you used to look at me!ā
āi seriously donāt understand why your mad at me right now, you left meā
āyes i did, i messed up, but now im here. iām here to bring you back. and this guy, heās just another version of meā
āa better version of youā
āwhatever y/n, your coming home with me whether you like it or notā you felt webs connect to your waist and saw him yank on it before walking back through his portal thing.
milesā hand let go of you, he followed you, chasing after you. but the web was too quick
before you knew it, you were in a large room, lots of people were walking around. you could hear lots of different conversations going on at once. you were immediately overwhelmed
whatās going on?
should i continue this yāall š im not sure this is even good, but pls lmk if ygs want this to continue or nahš
You gently rub the tip of his cock to your enterance and slowly lower yourself onto him. He whines and tries to force his cock into you but you hold him still. You slide onto his thick cock with only a little difficulty.
His whining stops and turns into a soft moan. You smile down at him and slowly raise yourself back up. As you do so he bites his lip and moans as your warmth envelops him again. He squirms underneath you as you gently ride him.
You run your fingers over his chest, pinching his nipples and teasing him with your nails. You gently grind on him, teasing the head of his cock. He moans loudly and bucks his hips, forcing his length into you.
You let out a little squeal at the sudden change in tempo.
You ride him hard and fast, making him beg and moan and pant. Your hands roam his chest and stomach, teasing him with your nails. The heat building between the two of you is almost unbearable. His fingers dig into the sheets, his mouth hanging open. Your own hands move down to his hips, holding them tightly and grinding your hips on him. He gasps and groans, his eyes closing and his head lolling back.
Kabukimono's moans and gasps of pleasure fill the room. You can feel his muscles twitching beneath you. He's close.
You lean down and kiss him deeply. He responds with a muffled groan. "Pleaseā¦ more, more, more moreā¦ I need you~ ā” " He whines against your lips.
You push him back down, kissing him harder. He groans and his hips buck upwards, thrusting his cock deeper into you.
You moan loudly and grip his hips. "That's itā¦ give me everything." You whisper.
Kabukimono's hips jerk upwards as you grind down on him. He moans and throws his head back, his fingers digging into your skin.
"cum for me, kabukimono..~" You whisper.
His whole body shudders. You ride his cock as he cums, milking his seed from his throbbing shaft. He cries out, his body shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head. You ride him until his cock begins to soften and his seed runs out of you.
You gently pull him out and lie down next to him, wrapping your arms around him. Kabukimono pants softly, his eyes closed and his head resting against the pillow. You kiss him tenderly, running your hands through his hair. He smiles, his eyes still closed.
"Mmmā¦" He murmurs, kissing you back. You stroke his hair and kiss his cheek. "I love you, Kabukimonoā¦" You whisper in his ear.
He nods, burying his face into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. "I love you too.." he replied, in a quiet whisper.
You both lie there, wrapped up in each other's arms, until you both drift off into your dreams..
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