sam

Imagine! For years, mermaid! Reader observed the humans from a far fearing the unknown, until one day you find a boy named, Odysseus, passed out on the shore. Protecting the strange boy from being eaten alive by the ocean, you took him under your wing and watched him gain his strength. But, everyone needs to come back home eventually. Years later, Odysseus—now a king, cannot forget your face. He rememberers the day he arrived at home, how everyone told him he was mad—and how it was all a dream. He needed to see you again, so he set out his men to catch you, and now that your destiny crossed path with his—this will be the last time he loses you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ˓ . summary ; after spending years alone in space, Ryland Grace finally encounters life besides his own. Only he didn’t know your people were going extinct, and you were desperate to fix that.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ˓ . warnings ; typical violence, Use of profanity, No use of Y/N, Fluff, Smut, Good ending, !MDNI!, Reader is describe to have breasts, reader has to kiss someone to pick up their language, Grace is exactly where he wants to be, story will be both in Reader and Rylands’s pov.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ˓ . smut warnings ; p n v, no condom (please be safe), cum load, dacryphilia, riding/cowgirl, creampie, monster fucking, sub! Grace, slight dom! Reader, 3 kiss rule(you’ll understand later), breeding, underwear used as a gag.

A/N: I want to practice my writing skills on smut so I’m dipping my toes in the surface to see with how much I can get away with<3 ¡not proofread!

You don’t remember the last time you actually spoke to your people. You miss them; your family, and your friends.

For 20 years straight you haven’t seen a smile other than yours.

Days spent looking out the window, hoping for anything to cross path with your ship. You’re only met with blank space and white glowing dots.

The percentage of population in your planet decreases each year. The bright light produced by the sun dimmed. Your people need the light, the hotness of the star to keep surviving.

So, you were sent in a mission; save your planet. No matter what it takes.

—

The late hours were the worst. Nothing to do other than eat, survive, and hope.

turning your body sideways, trying to rest your mind. You were interrupted; something crashed into your ship. The alarms made you scared.

Putting your feet on the ground, you rushed to the round window.

You were familiar with that action, only this time you actually found something; another ship—small and ugly.

Nothing compared to your white polished “home”.

In the other side there was a small window, in which a small round thing popped up. It had hair on it, and two very little square windows wrapped around it.

It moved, what ever that thing was; it was alive. You had to figure out what it is.

Curiosity killed you, you attached the tunnel your people built for your ship into the monsters door.

This could be a bad idea, but you were desperate for contact.

Softly you open your door. Bare foot, and minimal clothing—just enough to protect you.

In your right hand you hold your weapon. It was white and short; good for bringing along.

Walking up to the ship’s entrance, all you could see was white.

This thing wants to reveal itself. You anxious point your weapon at it.

It was tall, it had four limbs, it was skinny and it had little to no muscle. It was no warrior, what was it doing here?

As soon as you two made eye contact he put his two long upper limbs up, you could see it was panicking.

“Woah fudge! Relax!? Put that thing down!”

This thing spoke in a rare language you didn’t understand. So you did what your people do to learn.

You grabbed its head and pressed your body against it. Connecting your lips. Grace flinched at the sudden harsh kiss

“What the actual hell?” He thought.

His brain stoped working. The kiss didn’t come with a warning, not even a reason. Just lips on lips.

You didn’t give grace time to process it before shoving him against the wall of his own ship. His back hitting the cold metal with a hard thud.

You had him; the tall, nervous looking alien with sandy hair and wide blue eyes—pinned again the metal like he’s some kind of threat.

The weapon pressed against Grace’s chest wasn’t heavy, but enough to make him scared.

What shocked Grace wasn’t the gun you were holding in your hand or the fact that you entered his ship un invited. It was the fact you spoke English.

Not through telepathy or clicks or holograms like Rocky, you spoke english perfectly.

“Who are you?!” You raised your voice in a demanding tone.

Grace gears immediately switched

“Wait! waitwaiteait—I’m not hostile! I swear!” He had his hands up slowly despite being trapped between an angry hot alien woman and spaceship wall with the gun still jabbing at his ribs.

“Who are you.” You repeated your question, more serious and dangerous this time. The gun that was at his ribs is now pressed against his temples.

The coldness of the metal against his temple made every nerve in Grace’s skull scream.

He’d faced down solar flares, astrophage blooms, and the crushing loneliness of space, but this? This was personal. An alien holding a gun to his head. That would brake anyone.

Your eyes got darker, either he answer truthfully now or he dies in second.

His voice cracked when he spoke again. Not dramatic crying, but quiet tears welled up fast, sinking to his clothes.

“My name is Grace! Ryland Grace—okay? I’m. . . I’m human. From Earth, please.”

Grace gave in your demanding question. His blue eyes looked like crystals with this wet liquid that you were unfamiliar with.

“I was sent here…alone… to save my sun,” he whispered softly but loud enough for you to reason. Grace’s desperation for understanding instead of bullets or lasers. “My planet’s dying just like yours probably is! Please, I don’t wanna die!”

You lowered your gun, he reminds you of a child. Ironic enough—he was taller than you, but still.

Grace had his head on his head, scared of what could happen if you just decided to press the trigger.

You and him now have an understanding—both of your planets were dying. But with different effects.

Looking at his eyes, you realize how nice and blue they wer— “snap out of it! You came here to save your people.” You thought.

You looked at him; firm but soft somehow. “My planet dying too. I…I can help you—if you help me.”Weakness was strange for you. You never needed help from someone before! Especially a human.

Grace looked at you slightly shocked. Here he was making another deal with another alien—how funny is that?

He wiped the liquid coming from his eyes and shared a small smile. Then, carefully stretching one of his upper limbs to you.

You raise one of you eyebrows in curiosity “what is this?” It your planet intimacy wasn’t big. we only breed, that’s it.

He looked at his hand “oh! Um, it’s a hand shake. We humans do it to seal a deal. Just—put your hand in mine.” Grace pointed at your right hand.

“If I want to safe my planet, I have to make him like me.” You told yourself

Grace’s hand hovered awkwardly in the air. Palm up, fingers relaxed—the universal human sign for trust.

He knew it was weird. Handshakes were such a dumb Earth thing. Kids learned them in kindergarten before they even understood taxes.

But it ment something between you two now. An agreement.

You stared at his stretched palm like it was some weird alien like artifact—which technically…to you it was. No one touched your hand kindly in years either, not since you left your home.

Now here stood this tall, nervous creature with weepy blue eyes offering peace through…finger contact.

Slowly and hesitantly you lifted your right hand and carefully pressed your three-fingered palm into his five-fingered one.

It wasn’t a perfect match—but Grace squeezed gently anyway.

“Deal,” he said softly, and then surprised you by smiling again. It was small but real this time, you couldn’t help but smile too. “We help each other save our starts.”

‘Oh if only you knew’ the thought was running through your mind, you needed to tell him—but it wasn’t the right time.

You need more time.

‘Oh if only you knew’ the thought was running through your mind,

you needed to tell him—but it wasn’t the right time. You need more time. At least the first kiss was completed.

You’ve been here for a week, or that’s what the humans called it. You helped Grace repair his ship and anything else he needs. He’s hungry? You already have a bag of these so called ‘skittles’ he liked, he slightly complained about how cold the ship is? You hand him your soft feathered blanket instantly.

But even with all the hard work you’re putting in courting him—he’s obviously, almost stupid if you will.

You also met Grace’s friend, Rocky, another alien trying to save his planet too. You and Rocky became friends fast.

Both of you spoke a similar language, while Grace needed a machine to understand him; you just spoke normally to him. Sometimes Grace would find both you and Rocky speaking, and when you looked up at Grace he would have a face of confusion.

Rocky already knew your plans with Grace, he understands your planet courting ship dynamics. And even Rocky would laugh at how oblivious Grace was.

And here Grace was; crossed legged in the main sector, eating his thirds handful of skittles that week while watching Rocky and you chat animatedly.

Again and Again, you both were speaking freely like it was nothing. No translation needed.

And every time this happened, Grace felt a little more left out—like he’d missed some universal alien meeting memo everyone else had gotten but him.

Grace munched slowly on the rainbow candies, wrapped snug in your soft blanket—which smelled faintly of you, he tried to not look jealous as Rocky spun happily after something funny you said.

Rocky giggled, a series of high pitched chimes and then pointed at Grace and did a jazz hands directly at him.

If Rocky could grin, he sure would have been doing it by now.

“What?” Grace mumbled through candy filled cheeks defensively.

Both Rocky and you turned to look at him… then burst into quiet laughter again, clearly about something involving him, probably mocking how oblivious he was being about everything.

The gifts. The food sharing. The way you always made sure his pod-bed had extra warmth settings before sleep cycles...

Even Mary, the ship’s AI occasionally piped up with observations "Analysis: Subject exhibits classic courting behaviors common among during Xocops mate-bonding phases."

But every information flew above Grace’s head.

You need to complete phase 2 fast before it’s too late. In your planet there a rule to mate; fist kiss was for language, second kiss was for knowledge, and the final kiss was for mating.

You were curious about humans—how did they interact with each other?, how do they breed? You needed to know.

Tonight you made that decision. Rocky was asleep in his room, it’s perfect. No interruptions.

You follow the noisy mumbling of Grace. You never knew how noisy humans could be until you spent a week with Grace.

“Grace?..” you knock on the entrance of the pilot room. It was a weird thing you picked up from Grace, anytime he enters a room he knocks.

He was hunched over the pilot’s console, muttering to himself like a mad scientist.

He’d been recalibrating the ship’s navigation system for hours, arguing with Mary about course connections that weren’t even off by much.

Your knocking startled Grace, soft but deliberate. Not Rocky’s usual thumping or your usual confident stride. You were hesitant tonight.

“Yeah?…” he replied to you, spinning his chair around. And there you stood in the dim light of emergency lights, the kind they kept on during night cycles to save power. He noticed you looked different.

Grace blinked at you through tired eyes, and fixed his glasses that were at the edge of his nose.

“You okay?” He asked worried, the same tone you remember your mom speak to you before you left your planet.

“Yes, my health is okay, for now.” You sat beside you with your eyes looking at him.

Grace can’t lie that in the night cycles, when everything is dark and only a red dim light from the alarm would make things visible, you would creep him out.

You rarely blinked, eyes almost completely black and barely any expression in your a face. But, something in him liked it.

He could explain it, but he did.

“I’ve been curious, about your people, about you.” Standing up of the co pilots chair just to take a closer look at him.

You sat on his lap, this was normal behavior in your planet. That’s why you didn’t understand why did Grace’s heart beat began to fasten.

Grace froze completely, his breath stuck somewhere in his lungs.

For Grace, a guy who hadn’t been touched romantically in decades, whose last kiss had been his cheating ex girlfriend years before.

His hand hovered uselessly over your sides, not pushing away, not pulling closer— just frozen mid-air like malfunctioning robot arms afraid of breaking something precious. He could feel everything point where you touched him.

“You remember when we first met? When I leaned into you?” You slightly smiled at him, how could he forget? You had a gun pressed into his ribs and temple.

“Yeah, I remember. Why?” Curiously filled his eyes. Mouth opened prepared to respond.

“My people, we…kiss for information.” He felt your eyes looking at his lips. Grace instantly licked his dried up mouth. “The first kiss, it was for language.” You were staring at his eyes now.

“The second kiss, is for knowledge. I wanted to try..?” Your hands are now shaking, awaiting for the ‘yes’ answer.

Grace’s breath hitched. Knowledge kiss. That was a thing. A real, official alien mating ritual step. Not just some random affection thing— nope. This was phase two of courting in your planet.

And you were asking politely. With huge round eyes and your hands wrapped gently cradling his neck like he wasn’t some sweaty human who hadn’t showered in 24 hours.

Grace swallowed hard, his dry mouth suddenly very aware—and felt the warmth of your fingers against his skin where they rested behind his ears. It was intimate.

And he? He’d spent days pretending not to notice how much he liked you, the way you fixed things without being asked to, how your quiet but steady presence calmed the endless void around him.

His heart pounded harder than it ever had during any spacewalk emergency drill.

Grace slowly replied to you, trying to keep his eyes opened thinking it might’ve been an hallucination from sleep deprivation.

He nodded once “Yeah.” That was all you needed from him.

Getting closer to him, savoring how bad he wanted this for days. You closed your eyes while rotating your head—so you could kiss him more comfortably.

Graces eyes followed your moves, and the when your lips finally crashed together he closed them.

Both filled with blissed as your lips danced together filled with saliva. The tips of your antennas began a to glow different colors. The kiss was electric.

Not like the first clumsy kiss they had, this was on purpose. Soft pressure. Warmth. A slow dance of kiss sharing something deeper than just breath or touch.

Grace’s mind went quiet for once. No equations racing through his mind, no calculations about astrophage decay rates—just you. The smell of your skin, the strange texture of your mouth, and how perfectly your face fit again his despite being from two entirely different species.

Then it hit him—the transfer.

The information he upheld in his brain was now yours also. The things you saw were embarrassing; his first painful kiss in middle school with a girl named jamie, his mom screaming at him for owning a porno magazine, his days in collage, and his ex girlfriend—how their lips collided, him gripping her hair while moaning, and finally their mating ritual; No clothes, sweat, small sighs, and hand touching. But most importantly, the intimacy of breeding.

You let go of his lips, he followed you slowly but stoped when he opened his eyes. He was met with your smiles that screamed ‘I know everything about you now’.

It was awkward for him, but Grace didn’t regret it, phase 2 was over.

Suddenly, you rose up from his lap and left the room. Grace’s eyes following your figure.

That night cycle Grace sat perfectly still in the pilot’s chair long after you left. The room felt colder now. The red emergency lights dimmer. Even Mary stayed quiet—no pings, no status updates.

His lips tingled. Not from the shock, but from you.

From that kiss full of knowledge and memories he left in the past that were now yours.

He stared at the empty doorway where your silhouette had disappeared into the dark corridor leading to living quarters.

Phase three existed, it was coming. And it ment…something he couldn’t figure out yet.

His stomach flipped weirdly, not from fear exactly, not panic either—but with anticipation laced with nerves thicker than asteroids dust around Saturn’s rings.

You were prepared for phase 3, and you hope Grace would be too.

Ever since Grace woke up from his sleep, he sensed your stare at the back of his head. Almost animalistic. He couldn’t walk around the ship with out you being in the same room he needed to be.

He felt like a prey; the innocent lamb wanting to survive. You were the predator with your sharp fangs, piercing stare and sharp hunger; like a wolf ready to eat his heart and consume his brain.

In the gallery? You materialized beside him as he poured coffe.

Engineering bay? There you stood behind him while he tinkered with wires.

Even in the biodome—where sunlight mimicked Earth and grass grew under artificial skies, you appeared like some spectral guardian of courtship ritual only aliens understood…

And your eyes they weren’t scary exactly—not really, but it made his skin prickle every time your gaze landed on him for too long. His pulse jumped whenever you turned your head slowly toward him across a room.

He started sweating more than usual during work shifts.

Ate faster. Tried to distract himself by talking nonstop to Rocky about fuel efficiency.

But Rocky just giggled and said things Grace didn't understand through translation "Mate-bonding natural! She like Ryland! Strong Like" Rocky sang.

“Mate bonding?! What are you talking about!” Grace coughed violently, ramen broth nearly spraying out of his nose.

Rocky stoped his singing with Grace’s sudden cough burst. Grace could feel Rocky’s stare. Rocky wasn’t just joking. He was stating it like it was a universal law, like gravity or the fact that oxygen kept humans alive.

“You stupid Ryland, question?” And now he was thumping those five rocky limbs against the metal floor like some kind of alien bunny having a fit.

The noise echoed through the main sector and Grace could feel every vibration in his ribs where Rocky’s "back support" had turned into aggressive patting.

Grace wiped broth from his chin with a sleeve, face burning. "I'm not—I mean—that's not—I don't even know what you're talking about!" He stammered between coughs and panic breaths.

Rocky tilted slightly

“You kiss again last night! You touch hands! You share food for three cycles straight question?” Then came another series of rapid clicks—the Eridian equivalent to the word ‘stupid’

Grace’s mouth opened and then it closed. Then opened again like a fish gasping in zero gravity.

He had not realized how obvious it all was, how every little alien thing you’d done was being cataloged by both Rocky and you like some kind of alien courtship checklist; sharing food, handshakes, sleeping nearby without complaint, and the kisses… yeah, that one screamed mating ritual.

Rocky spun in place once, as if he was throwing hands up in disbelief, and then pointed directly at Grace with one sturdy finger limb “You slow Ryland! Slow slow”

A series of high-pitched whistles followed, probably laughing at him internally while his brain short circuited over something so simple yet obvious.

You actually liked him.

Romantically.

Sexually.

Potentially... for life?

And worse, you were about to kiss him into Phase Three if he didn’t figure this out soon…

In the background you could hear Rocky still laughing at Grace “Slow slow.“ while he dances.

Unfortunately, both Grace and Rocky made enough noise for you to hear them. The moment you stepped into the main sector with your messy hair, eyes half lidded from sleep, one hand scratching your head, the atmosphere changed. Almost like a switch flipped.

“Why is Rocky laughing..” you scratched your head, your eyes still tired.

The room feel silent with your presence,

“Hello—“ you confuse voice cut off by Rocky.

Rocky, who had been vibrating with amusement seconds ago immediately stiffened. His five limbs froze mid spin. The cheerful chirps cut off like someone hit mute.

“Bad bad bad!” He practically leaped backward in panic, scrambling toward his room with clumsy thumps and near tumbles over loose floor panels. Gone. Door sliding shut behind him like he’d just witnessed something horrible and couldn’t be caught dead witnessing it longer than necessary.

Grace stood frozen too but for entirely different reasons; Your figure looked soft, the black tank top you stole from the woman that was here before you—made your breast look perfect.

And suddenly the silence between you two felt louder than all the screaming Rocky and Grace let out minutes ago.

Now, phase three loomed over him like an asteroid impacting on the ground. Then you dropped words that should be considered dangerous.

“You know…my planet needs help, right?” Your eyes connect with his, giving that soft look that kills him. You know what you are doing.

“I—um..yeah.” The words barely left his mouth, his hands began to shake as he tried to dodge your gaze.

“Well, to help save my planet—I have to keep my lineage. You can help me. . . Right?” That smile you gave him could kill anyone. You knew he couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. You knew he liked you and you liked him—that’s a perfect match in your mind.

Grace’a breath stoped. Completely. Not even a tiny exhale.

You weren’t just asking him, you were stating it. Like it was destiny, like the universe had already written your names together.

It hit him like solar radiation through an un shielded viewport—immediate and overwhelming heart spreading from his face to his toes.

His hands shook harder now from sheer emotional overload, you wanted him. To save your planet you a mate—and you choose him.

In Grace’s brain; the scientist part was screaming about compatibility rates between two species and genetic viability risks.

The human part… the lonely guy who missed being touched?, who’d smiled at your skittle gifts every morning? That version of Ryland Grace didn’t hesitate for a second.

He slowly nodded, once and whispering a simple ‘yes’

And that was all it took for your hand to grab his, rushing him towards your bay. Grace followed you—you were in power now.

Pushing his frame into your so called ‘bed’, the blankets were ruffled and un organized—but Grace didn’t even notice. All he notice was his heart pounding like it wanted to escape his chest.

Then your figure, who’s slowly undressing itself from the little to no clothing you carried.

You started peeling of the tank top with slow, deliberate fingers dragging themselves to the edge of the material—then finally discarding the item. You smiled at Ryland’s face; mouth slightly opened, glasses almost falling and eyes full of awe.

The last item of were your panties—in which you shoved into Ryland’s mouth. It became a gag, a human muffled silence over whatever sexual noise might’ve escaped otherwise.

You began to crawl over him, like a lion ready to eat. Fingers dragging themselves over Grace’s pants, but you became desperate—you didn’t understand these type of pants. So, you did what it was best; ripping the in two.

Your hands grabbed both sides of Grace’s pants and started pulling until it broke. The rip echoed through the silent ship like a gunshot.

Grace didn’t even have time to flinch, let alone protest—before his sweatpants were violently torn apart at the seams, fabric splitting clean down the middle like paper in a shredder.

Cold air hit his skin instantly, his legs froze, and every hair on his body stood up. then you were on him, kneeling over him with that predator grace again, fingers now roaming freely where clothing no longer existed as an obstacle.

He couldn't speak—not with your panties still stuffed firmly in his mouth. All he let out was a muffled moan.

Your touch was warm and confident.

Determined in that alien way where it meant action, not hesitation or awkward human small talk about feelings.

You soon took off his boxer, his dick sprang out—exited to finally get some action. It was already hard and pre cum started oozing out of his tip.

Curious about the semi white liquid, you stuck your tongue out and had a taste. This action caused Ryland to moan.

Grace’s entire body arched off the bed. The second your tongue touched him soft, and warm—his hips jerked like they had a mind of their own. A muffled moan exploded through the gag in his mouth "Mmmph! Nngh!" No one had touched him there in years.

His face burned hotter than any solar flare. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, not pushing away, but gripping soft material to ground himself from floating away emotionally.

That tiny bead of pre-cum—you tasted it without hesitation, a curious flicker across your tongue and Grace nearly came undone right then and there.

Every nerve ending lit up like Christmas lights on Earth during holiday season. Heat pooled low in his stomach.

His breath came fast through flared nostrils behind fogged-up glasses that were now completely crooked. And still… you kept looking at him with those big round eyes—as if studying human anatomy firsthand.

You decided that was enough studying, You angled your hips against his, then lowered yourself down—the sound escaping your lips mirrored Ryland’s groans of pleasure as you bounced on him repeatedly.

The back of your thighs slapping the front of his.

To get a better feeling—your hands went behind you onto the bed beside his legs, this angle made Ryland a moaning mess. The tears were flooding out. The slap of skin echoed through the room while sweat glistened on both bodies from exertion.

With all the noise Grace was making you worried that Rocky would appear out of nowhere.

A heat pool began forming in your lower stomach. You knew phase 3 would be over soon. You pulled the panties out of his mouth first—and then your hands were framing his face, thumbs brushing over the sharp bones of his cheeks as you kissed him deeply.

The kiss hit Grace like a supernova. No warning. Just lips crashing against his with sudden hunger that stole every remaining thought from his brain.

I wasn’t gentle this time. It wasn’t just knowledge sharing or courtship ritual completion. Desire burning hotter than any star in their dying system.

Grace gasped into the kiss—finally free to breathe properly, and immediately leaned into it like he’d been starving for affection. His arms finally moved, not shaking anymore but wrapping around your torso instinctively to pull you closer. His lips parted eagerly under yours; clumsy at first but quickly matching your rhythm.

Then the orgasm finally hits you both; hot liquids running into your system. Your cum now covering his skin.

And then your voice came—soft against his lips still connected in that lingering kiss and Grace heard words that short-circuited his brain all over again

“I forgot to tell you…third kiss makes baby.” You smile onto the kiss.

His eyes flew open behind fogged-up glasses.

He didn’t move and yet couldn’t process it fast enough through the post-orgasm haze and residual adrenaline.

“A baby? Like… a child?” You could hear the shock in his voice.

“Yes, dummy. How else could I save my planet” you were smiling at him like this was great news. “Now we sleep” you kissed his cheek one last time, before laying beside him—head on his chest.

“Fuck me…” was all Ryland was thinking.

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Btw guy I’m so so sorry for just disappearing like I did! I wen’t to a little family vacation and completely forgot that I haven’t published chapter 3.

Also here’s a frequently asked question and an answer for you:

-“how is Nikki obsessed with reader even if that wasn’t the wish?”

And the quick answer for this is: the obsession needed to go elsewhere. Readers wish was for Nikki to stop being obsessed OVER bear! Not to plainly stop being obsessed.

I hope that cleared what ever confusion there was<3

See you soon✨

chapter warning: dark fic, yandere themes, swearing, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*, R having a victim syndrome (kinda), suggestive themes, Nikki watching you sleep, clothes going missing, wish Nikki acting almost animalistic?, kissing, Nikki grabbing your breasts, R slowly going crazy, blood, description of a dead body.

a/n: I’m so happy that a lot of you liked the first chapter! Thank you to everyone that re blogged and commented! Last chapter I forgot to say that the more we get into the story, the more darker it will get.

Also! There will be a part where I would recommend to listen to the song (daisy bell original 1894 phonograph recording) to get even more immersive into the story.

¡not proofread!

CUPIDWONTMISS

chapter 2: “run rabbit run”

summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.

What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?

-

This past few days have been exhausting.

Not only from work but mainly from Nikki.

She’s been migrating into your home. Leaving hair products, a jacket and her shoes.

She even had the nerve to even leave sanitary products in your bathroom cabinet.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, eyebags droopy and dark, your skin dull and dry from neglecting yourself of drinking water.

Looking over your work outfit, checking if anything is missing.

You move your head back up at your reflection but you caught a dark silhouette in your peripheral view for a split second.

“Nikki, you awake?” You called and in just a second she answers

“Yes I’m here! Morning, how do you feel? I cooked something for you.” She smiled at you with a small lunch box in her hands.

For the past few days you’ve tried everything to get rid of her and out of the house.

You tried being more messy, throwing dirty clothes onto the floor to make her disgusted. Even going as far as putting your underwear in your bed. You tried everything…you really did.

But nothing made her leave, not event dirty clothes or unclean floors.

She even cleaned it for you.

Coming back from work you would find her on her knees scrubbing the floors hard and rough.

Your dirty clothes also have been missing, you’ve looked everywhere. Behind your bed, in your closet, even behind the couch. Nothing.

The idea of Nikki taking your clothes crossed your mind but you quickly shook it off. There so way she would do that right?….

“Thank you, Nikki. Are you going to work today?” You took the box from her hands, inspecting the sandwich in it.

“Oh..yes I’ll be going with you. Let me get dressed real quick!”

Nikki looked at you and started walking backwards into your room, closing the door with a loud bang.

You let out a shaky sigh.

-

Arriving at the store with Nikki, you quickly grabbed your purse and got out of the car.

You didn’t even wait for her.

Almost at the door you realize that Nikki wasn’t behind you as usual.

Looking behind you, she’s still sitting in the car.

Her eyes focused on you.

She had a frown, deep and noticeable. Her lips pointing down very exaggerated, almost cartoonish.

Intimidated by her staring, you slowly walked towards her door.

you opened the car door, she’s still staring at you.

“You okay?…” your voice shaking with how nervous you were. Your hand started to play wth your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?.” Her words cutting through you like glass.

“What? Sorry I didn’t know that you wanted to walk together.” A chuckle left your mouth.

You notice her eyes watering.

“Nonono, it’s okay. Let’s walk together! Come on.”

You grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the car.

Her corporal language chance immediately.

She grabbed your hand, crossing her fingers with yours.

Her smiles showed all of her pearly white teeth.

“Yes! Let’s walk together.” She said nodding her head at you.

Walking towards the entrance, she didn’t stop staring at you, not even when walking.

Opening the door you are met with eyes staring at you.

Ian, Sarah, and even bear.

Especially bear.

You avoid their gaze.

You know it’s weird for them, it’s weird for you too.

Before Nikki started acting this way with you, you both weren’t typically “friends”. The correct word for it is “coworkers”.

Your friend Sarah knew that more than anyone.

You didn’t actually hate Nikki, you just couldn’t stand her. Something about her “too” nice personally clashes with yours.

She was an opened book everyone liked to read, you were a closed one that had been unread for many years.

She liked to spend time with friends, you preferred staying at home in peace.

You two were the opposite, your personality didn’t match.

But here you both were holding hands.

You don’t smile but Nikki does. She couldn’t be more prouder.

You stopped holding her hand and went to your locker.

Putting your name tag and checking for any imperfections in your clothes.

“What the fuck was that?” Sarah enters the room making you jump.

“Sarah! Fuck, don’t you know how to knock?”

You roll your eyes at her and kept fixing your uniform.

“So, when were you going to tell me about you and Nikki?” She squinted her eyes at you with her pointing finger directed at you.

“Tell you what about me and Nikki?” You look at her confused.

“Um hello?? You guys were holding hands. You know I didn’t take you for that kind of person.” She chuckled looking down.

“That was nothing! She’s just not feeling well and decided that she wanted to walk in with me. Also, what the fuck do you mean by that” you started to get agitated, trying to defend yourself of whatever she was assuming of you.

“Woah, well that’s a new one. Who could have thought. You out of everyone in here defending her!” Sarah lift up her eyebrows in a surprised manner.

“Whatever, Sarah. I’m done speaking of this”

You passed her, ignored her calls for you.

You weren’t going to let anyone ruin your day.

Not even if it’s a friend.

You weren’t doing anything wrong, you were just helping a friend after a really bad brake up! It’s not your fault that she felt comfortable with you and not with them.

People change! That’s what life is about.

But the again,

Were you doing something wrong?…

Maybe you did like that Nikki was in your house, so what?

She cleaned your house, your clothes, and she even cooked for you.

You didn’t even ask for it, but there she was.

Maybe you did like the attention she gave you.

And who could blame you?

Who wouldn’t like someone like that?

So you just keep your mouth shut.

Pushing the curtain out of your way, you locked eyes with Bear.

He looked at you almost mad? Jealous? You couldn’t describe that look he gave you.

Was it crazy that you didn’t even think about him this week? Not even once. You almost forgot about him.

You avoid his piercing gaze, and got behind the counter.

While attending customers you still couldn’t shake the feeling of bears stare.

It’s was creeping you out.

Was he mad at you? Why?

Because you were helping Nikki?

Just ignore it.

What you can’t see, can’t harm you right?

-

“I think I’ll take a nap.” You turned to Nikki to look at her

“Okay! I’ll be here at the living room while you sleep.” She kept nodding in a reassuring tone.

You also nodded in agreement.

You needed that nap. Your body was begging for it.

Letting your head fall on the soft cold pillow knocked you out.

Just 30 minutes, that’s all you needed.

3:30 am is when you finally woke up.

3:30, the hour that all evil wakes up or that’s what people think.

“Fuck…” you rub your eyes, removing the crust around your eyes.

Then you abruptly stop.

You heard breathing. Almost like someone was crying?

You sat on the bed.

Your eyes moving around the room. You’re scared, was someone in your room?

“Nikki are you awake!” You screamed for her.

Your eyes looking at the opened door leading to the hallway.

The radio is on, she had to be there.

the song “on a bicycle built for two” began to sound in the radio. It sounded old, broken. It freaked you out even more.

“Go back to sleep…”

A small whisper came from the dark corner of your room.

Your breathing started to take pace.

“Nikki? What are you doing i-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence.

Nikki’s figure began to walk fast at the corner of your bed.

You pushed your whole body at the bed’s headboard.

“Nikki stop!” You screamed at her with wide eyes

“No No, I’m sorry, baby. Everything is okay.” She began to climb into the bed

“I didn’t mean to scared you, baby. Go back to sleep.” You looked at her, she wore your bathrobe with nothing underneath.

Her hands resting at your breast’s. Her nose nuzzling in your hair.

She gets comfortable beside you. Falling asleep a in an instant.

You wait a second to confirm she’s really asleep.

Your feet’s trying to slide onto the floor.

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism…did you know that?” Nikki whispered in your ear.

Your body tensed up. Eyes looking at her face. Serious until she smiled at you. Lovingly.

“I’ll show you, that I love you too..” her nose close to yours.

Her breath hitting yours.

Eyes dilated both yours and hers.

Her lips getting closer to yours. You don’t pull away, neither did you want to.

Her lips collapsing with yours. Her lips were dry and in need of water. You didn’t care, you just kissed her like you were starving.

“I’ll make you happy, baby.” Another whisper you didn’t catch, you didn’t care what she said. You only cared for her lips.

She grabbed your waist, nails digging into your skin. You can feel a warm liquid falling into the side of your thigh.

Both of her hands pulled you into her laps, your thighs surrounding hers. One hand of hers was in your waist while the other on your thigh.

Grabbing anything she could get her hands on.

Almost like a wolf with a rabbit.

She deepened the kiss. Until your phone rang.

You stopped kissing her, cursing at your phone.

You got off of her lap.

Your phone stopped ringing but a text appears.

Bear.

—Hey, you awake? We have to talk. I’m outside your house.

“What’s wrong?” Nikki asked looking at you with a simple smile.

“Um…I have to take a walk. Yeah, I need to catch my bre-“ she cut you yet again.

“Okay.” She fell asleep again. Her back turned to you.

-

“Bear…hey.” You sat at the passenger seat

He looked at you and slightly smile. Just enough for you to notice.

“Hey, I know this is weird. I just um…I wanted to talk to you.” He let a chuckle out.

“Is Nikki okay?….i mean, is she acting weird with you?…”

Should you say the truth?….yeah, maybe you should.

“Yes, she’s acting a little weird…..why?”

“You need to be careful.” Bears tone change. Hes more serious, more cautious.

Your face changed in a worry

“What do you mean, bear.” You looked at him.

“She’s fucking crazy. After messing with that stupid wish-“ he began to babble in agitation

“Wish? What wish” it sounded familiar.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It was called “one willow wish”?…”

Your smile faded. He’s face change too.

Starring right at you.

“Please tell me that you didn’t….” He began to shake his head.

Before making up an excuse, the window of bears side broke.

You jumped, closing your eyes. A piercing scream leaving your lungs.

It was Nikki, her hair on her face. She grabbed bears hair and with a glass bottle she began to hit his face against it.

Her rapid motion made Bears face break. He had a hole in the middle of his forehead.

Blood spilling everywhere, his clothes, the wheel, the windshield, and you.

You had blood on your hands and face.

You even caught a glimpse of a chunk of his skill.

The pice landed in your feet, touching you.

You’re still crying even after Nikki stopped stabbing bears face.

Your door opened.

You felts Nikki’s hands on you. On your face and chest. As if she’s trying to comfort you.

“Everything is okey, honey.”

“This is all your fault.”

“Let’s go home.”

She dragged your body into the house.

You couldn’t even believe what you saw.

You’re traumatized. The boy you’ve known since high school is dead. Just like that.

“Stay away from me” is all you could get of your chest, you don’t believe she even understood you.

You’re a crying mess, screaming like a child in distress.

You pushed her by her shoulders.

Why is this happening to you?

What did you do to earn this.

“Why don’t you love me!” She pushed you back.

Your body fell on the couch, staining it with bears blood.

“I just want you to love me…” she on top of you. Her face in front of yours.

She grabbed your face harshly.

“I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole.” Her face cradling into your neck.

You couldn’t take it. Your body felt numb.

Eyelids felt heavy. Sleep won.

Almost like an escape of reality.

NOT WRITTEN BY AI

a/n: I tried to make this chapter a lot more longer than the last one so enjoy! Also, I hope you guys enjoyed the little music touches that I added.

chapter warning: dark fic, yandere themes, R fucking around and finding out, swearing, female rivalry at the start, one sided hatred(sort of), jealousy/envy, Nikki acting sort of like an AI bot, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*

a/n: please keep in mind that this is my first take on a yandere/dark story. Also, I tried my best to keep R realistic. Meaning that R won’t be an “innocent and helpful” kinda character. And I’m mostly testing the waters with this fic just to see how well I write.

¡not proofread!

CUPIDWONTMISS

chapter 1: wrath

summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.

What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?

-

“ I don’t know, I just think is fucking weird that all of a sudden nikki and bear just star dating.”

“Dude just get over it!”

Is all you can hear from the corner of the room, the voices belong to Sarah and Ian who started a debate weather the relationship of nikki and bear is weird or not.

You were in between of them with your red cup filled with liquor that would have a victorian child on their death bed with just a sniff. Listening to Sarah and Ian yap about their opinion that nobody asked for.

It’s been a secret of your crush on bear since the end of high school. You liked how easy it is to talk to him. His weird introverted personality when he’s with people he doesn’t know. You sometimes imagine yourself and bear together. Both of you would have a crappy apartment somewhere far and a small grey cat. You create this little fantasy world that would never happen, but you like to imagine that it does.

Even though bear and you have met each other since high school, you both aren’t really close. More like obligated friends because of work. But you like to think he likes being friends with you. You hope so…

Back at reality you turn your face at the door seeing bear…and nikki, walking together.

“I told you she’d come.” You look at Ian, holding you right hand doing a grabbing motion.

You and Ian betted $20 dollars on bear bringing nikki. Now you get to buy your daily ice coffee.

“Shit he can’t be serious…” the sigh coming from is would make a person think that he hates nikki, how ironic.

After handling the twenty’s that he owed you, Ian marched at where bear was. You could see Ian’s hands waving around indicating his annoyance.

You can’t blame him. You feel annoyed too. I mean what stuck up bitch goes to a party even though she wasn’t invited? Clearly nikki.

You roll your eyes and motioned sarah to the couch.

“Why don’t we play a game!” One of the frats shouted, and fastly everyone gathered at the table. You being forced to sit beside nikki and bear.

Which didn’t last long.

Caleb grabbed the small wood stick, and the dare said to switch chairs with someone. He chose Bear.

Nikki complained, almost like a child loosing a candy bar.

-

“Kiss the person on your left.” The room got quiet.

All you could see was Nikki’s…weird frown. Completely bend down. Her body scarily still.

Until she went to Sarah and moved her.

Everyone, including you. Especially you. Became confused and almost scared. Nikki got on her knees and puckered her lips for bear to kiss, in which he did. His body still and uncomfortable.

Immediately after the kissing, Nikki backed up falling to her back screaming how “it’s not her”

You got up on the couch trying to get the farthest from her paranoid episode.

The glass cup on the table was grabbed by Nikki, who began hitting her face. Blood began pouring from her forehead.

You kept your eyes glued to her, on the blood that reacher her collarbone and into her top.

But for a second her manic eyes stared at yours. Her expressionless face scared you. She looked at you without pain in her face. The blood getting in her eyes, but she still choose to look at you.

Your staring contest ended when bear grabbed Nikki’s arm and flew out of the house.

Leaving you confused at he couch with everyone around you screaming.

“What the fuck just happened…” you think out loud.

-

On your way home, scared and traumatized on what just happened. You still think of her staring right back at you. Why was she looking at you like that.

When you look up you saw a store not far ahead, you decide to enter the store just to see if you could forget that scene back at Ian’s house.

The doors bells indicate your arrival. At the front there’s a blonde woman carelessly speaking out loud.

“Yeah whatever I don’t care….oh hey, we close soon so..”

you respond to her words with a nod of understanding and started looking around for whatever comes your way.

You turn your head thinking of just going home when your eyes cought something red and white.

It was a long but small box,

“One wish willow make a wish, impress your friends”

How silly…. You think to yourself.

Worth the try no?….

You grab one of the box, headed to the cashier and payed for it.

Leaving the store you could feel the lady stare at you but choose to ignore it.

You get in your car and waited a few seconds. Why not do the wish now?

Grabbing the box from your purse, you opened it.

Music begins making you smile at how weird the “toy” is.

Why would someone make this.

What should I wish for?…

Money?

Love?

Friends?…

Friends.

“Uhm….i wish for Nikki to stop being so obsessed with bear.”

Crack!

You break the stick in half and waited in silence for something to happen

“Wow so embarrassing..” you think in your head

There goes your 4 dollars that you could have saved.

You let your head bang its self against the wheel.

Turning on your car and driving home is what you do.

-

You open the gate of your house, throwing the box of the one wish willow at the trash beside you.

Your feet’s feel worn out by the black heels you’re wearing. Hurrying to open the door and you finally are inside of your sweet old home.

You take your heels off and started massaging your feet. Eyes slowly closing as you walk toward your room.

bang bang!

Someone’s on your door knocking as if they had an urge to get inside.

You turn around and slowly walked toward the door. What’s if it’s a crazy man at the other end? What do they want? Why at this hour?

You take a deep breath and grabbed the door knob.

Swinging the door just to see her.

Nikki Freeman with her perfect dark brown hair

With a slightly crooked full smile showing all of her teeth.

Above her eyebrow you could she the injury she caused herself with the glass.

“Why did it take you so long to answer?…” her voice small but sincere

She looks at you with her head tilted waiting for an answer.

What?….was she complaining?

“Oh um…I was in..bed? I’m sorry Nikki, why are you here?” You point down at your houses floor, looking at her with tired eyes.

She didn’t seem to like that.

Her eyes start to water as she looks down, her hair cascading toward.

She started crying

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”

Nikki whispers

“Nikki wh-“

She cuts you off by hugging you as if she could lose you.

Her grip was stronger that you thought.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s just that… me and bear broke up.” She says it fast but you cought it

“Could it be..” you think out loud making Nikki look at you

“What?..” there goes the eye contact again.

“Nothing, nothing. Get it.” You steep aside giving her space to get in.

“Can I stay please?…”

Her eyes full of gentleness

She begins to play with her hands as if shes nervous to ask

You stare at her for a while hoping to catch the joke but she’s serious.

Giving up, you nod your head slightly as her smile grew larger.

Her mood swings are getting the best of her.

Nikki follows you to your bed silently.

Behind, you could feel her eyes at the back of your head.

Sitting at the end of the bed she was. Like she just got home. As if it was her bed.

“I’m pretty tired so I’ll go to bed now.” You made her know it. With a stern voice.

She nods.

You take off your jewelry and put on a baggy shirt.

Still, looking at her through your mirror stand. She keeps her eye locked at your body. You notice she’s bitting her lips. Just slightly. Just a little.

You hurried and got beside her. Turning your back at her and grabbing the blanket, covering yourself with it.

You close your eyes, drifting off.

“Do you love him..?”

“What?” You turn your body fast to look at Nikki.

Her sleeping body meets you. You look around the room and see nobody. You drift your eyes back at the woman beside you.

Her chest falling and rising calmly. No worry in the world.

Deciding to lay back down staring at the ceiling.

Just close your eyes.

Don’t think nothing of it.

NOT WRITTEN BY AI

a/n: please ignore if this is short and slightly weird writing, I wrote this at 2 am.

warnings: yandere themes, dark fic, female rivalry at the start, one sided hatred(sort of), jealousy/envy, wish Nikki is bat shit crazy about R, suggestive content that leads to mature themes, Nikki acting sort of like an AI bot, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*

(more to add as the story fowards.)

CUPIDWONTMISS

masterlist

summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.

What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?

chapter 1: wrath

chapter 2: “run rabbit run”

WORK IN PROGRESS!