#mc x reader

social butterfly!non-mc spots caleb first in the local skating rink one day and casually comes up to him and introduces herself and tries to make friends with him and he is acting very polite because it's rude to be rude and just lets her yammer until she is discouraged by his indifference. she notices this and she is a little discouraged and was deeply embarrassed by this subtle rejection. (but she is also stubborn so she'll try one more time?)

cue in mc coming up to the both of the, looking all wary and confused, and non-mc locks in with how cute mc is and immediately tries to befriend her too, asking her more questions about her name, does she skate her often, is he your brother yada yada yada. mc looks bewildered and looks at caleb for back up but slowly warms up to her when she realizes she's just ... very friendly and she's never had a girl friend before so she's starting to feel a little giddy.

caleb on the other hand is bewildered bc wtf just happened how did that happen. (it's a girl thing caleb ssh)

fast forward to a few years later, they're all friends and non-mc also befriends zayne and they're practically a gang at this point. caleb develops a slight crush on non-mc and zayne knows it, mc is suspicious about it and non-mc (all together now) doesn't know. he's in major denial because it's weird to develop a crush on the girl who is friend's with his little sister and cares about just above cilantro (which, really makes no difference, because she hasn't bothered him that much like when they were kids and she hangs more with mc now [and zayne too when he tags along, he guesses] and she doesn't bother him with useless stuff anymore like the homework he knows she's smart enough to solve on her own or with opening a bag of chips or carrying her bag on the way home from school. who cares if she stopped doing that right? ha ha ha)

THEN one summer, while they're all in college, they're all hanging out at the old local skating rink and then she casually drops how she had a tiny crush on caleb that summer morning they first met at the skating rink and was glad she picked up the courage to go up to him because it led her to meeting him and mc and zayne and she couldn't imagine her life without them now.

and ALL three of them look at her in various degrees of gob smacked. zayne is subtle but his brow is quirked and side-eyeing caleb. mc is open mouthed and floundering looking back and forth to her and caleb. caleb looks so dazed out and he might look composed with his quiet smile but inside he's crashing out bc wdym his crush finds him cute and he acted horribly to her and that he had a chance all those years ago?? does she still find him cute? does he have a chance? DOES SHE STILL LIKE HIM???? oh god he needs to sit down he can't breathe

Obsessed!Knocker x Reader

Oneshot (?)

Characters :: The Knocker x Reader

Relationship :: Romantic 💌 / Yandere 🔪 (?)

Word Count :: 1.2K

Warnings :: Stalking , Self aware Knocker

Note :: Tysm for the Req anon! I tried my best to kind of do both? But in my own way! i hope u like it regardless 🙇‍♂️

Apologies that the recent news is what made me post in nearly a year but I thought I would update you guys on life.

November last year my mother passed away. One day she was here and gone the next on a random fucking day. After that I lost all my passion for anything in life, no matter how much I forced myself to write - everything turned out garbage so I just left it alone. I also haven't touched the game since.

The news of valko was what made me want to return, I redownloaded the game and started playing and I could feel the joy it used to give me slowly returning until the recent news came out.

I personally am no longer going to support Infold unless something changes. I think they are a spinless and greedy corporation and my dislike is affecting my attitude towards the game itself. Maybe thats immature but I don't care. I could go on a long rant about all the issues present in the game but we would be here forever. They are also the reason I completely dropped Infinity Nikki, I adored that game but I haven't touched it at all since they retconned everything.

That also means I am no longer writing for lads. However, I still plan to finish the works I have already posted but they will not include anything that has been added to the game since I last played it. Of course I cannot tell you when I will update these works again. I know that's not what my dear readers want but grief has overtaken me and all I want is my mother.

What if the Lis all had their own Non-mcs? Oh but not just them, MC too. And MC left them for the Lis and the Lis left their Non-mcs for MC(whether this was caused by Astra's influence or not is completely up to you)?

What if after all those years of heartbreak, all the Non-mcs come to together and find solace in each other?

And you know how the Lis are basically MC's harem? What if the Lis' Non-mcs become the harem of MC's Non-mc?

And What if MC's Non-mc is the complete opposite of all the Lis and is just shy, reserved and has a hard time expressing themselves, etc, so they're just completely caught off guard by these baddies( the Lis' Non-mcs) giving them this much attention?

Look at me, look me in the eyes Forget yourself, surrender your mind Right now, you're mine All mine...all yours

Synopsis: You were always her shadow, the gum that never seemed to leave her, living off crumbs of friendship, and at some point you got used to living that way, until you tasted freedom.

Or where the bird learns to use its wings, so the cage must be made smaller so it can't move.

You don't remember a moment in your life where she wasn't there.

MC; the golden girl, blessed with beauty and intelligence, strength and confidence, friends galore, and the resilience of a soldier. While you were (hopefully) ordinary; not outstanding in beauty or intelligence, not brimming with confidence, nor did you have the strength to join the hunters' union.

That never bothered you, well, that's a lie, there was a time when you felt nothing but jealousy, and it was just so unfair, why did she get everything right? Everyone's approval, the immediate affection of those who knew her (even your parents used to say you should be more like her), how everything seems to go right the first time, and if not, the world seems to console her. You, on the other hand, were even clumsy at the best of times, trying your hardest at everything you attempted, trying to excel, always trying, but never being enough.

You hated feeling this way, living in a constant competition for the same recognition, being noticed separately and not as "MC's friend" or that when people approach you it's because they want something from you, not from you to get to them.

But at some point, you decided that feeling this way was…too exhausting.

It was like climbing a steep, slippery mountain where each step took you three steps back, at some point, you let yourself fall and just accept what life gave you, qualities and virtues, and accept that you will be a shadow of the brightest light in the galaxy.

And when you accepted your place, life became easier.

There was no more pressure, no sharp glances, no cruel rumors. All is silence and peace, and at the center of it all, there's her. She awaits you with open arms, with laughter and stories of her missions, with getaways to fun or private places to simply take a breather, shopping trips where her attention is exclusively focused on what would look good on you or what would match best. When she's hurt, she comes to you for comfort; when you're hurt, she's ready to shoot at whatever has been bothering you; that was the status quo that worked between the two of you.

Then more characters came into her life.

You already knew some of them, Lí Zayne and Xià Caleb, her childhood best friend and adopted brother. You were never particularly close to them; when it seemed they could have a deeper friendship, MC came along to keep order (and attention) back in line. Dr. Zayne returned to be her personal physician, and Caleb returned from deep space (and death, it seemed) just for her. Then came a fellow hunter, a painter, and a mob boss (or something like that). They gravitated around her, seeking her attention and praise, her love and time.

And you, like a shadow, watched without intervening as she drifted further and further away.

But instead of feeling sadness or emptiness, you felt…adrenaline, a bit of freedom you hadn't experienced in years. You weren't disappointed when her texts said, "I'm busy, maybe later" or when her calls stopped being frequent, not when she canceled plans, dinners, friends' nights, or even when you walked by her and she didn't even notice you because she was talking to her hunting buddy.

You were finally free to be your own person, to rekindle friendships you'd abandoned years ago, to discover hobbies you never bothered trying because you didn't want to turn it into another meltdown because you were a disaster compared to her, to go out walking down the street in clothes you chose because you liked them, not because they had to match.

You laughed, you cried, you got angry, you worried, and you got excited about things you love, and finally, after so many years, you felt like you had control of your life, that your light was beginning to shine.

But the shark can smell blood from miles away, so the hunt began.

It wasn't obvious at the time, so caught up in your newfound freedom that you didn't notice how new characters appeared in your background: that silver hair you see out of the corner of your eye when you're reading in the park and that disappears when you look for it, the paintings that appear in the café you frequent where the portrait looks almost too much like you, the flowers left in the kitchen of your apartment (in a different part of the city, one you chose because you liked it), the doctor's appointments where suddenly your usual doctor isn't the one seeing you anymore, or the home-cooked meals an "old friend" sends to your workplace.

Everything escalated as the details took on names and faces: Shěn Xavier the hunter, Qí Rafayel the painter, Qín Sylus the dangerous one, Lí Zayne the doctor, and Xià Caleb the childhood friend. Suddenly, your phone was filled with their messages and calls, your free time monopolized by forced conversations, feeling eyes on the back of your neck, that damned sensation of being watched and opened like a butterfly whose wings are clipped, only to be reattached and displayed in a glass case.

You can't stand it anymore, the unsolicited attention, the buzzing of your second phone number that you keep changing but that keeps getting found, the knocks on the door of your home that no longer feels like one, the nights where the croaking of a crow keeps you awake, everything, everything, everything becomes too much.

It's only natural that you run back to your safety net; your friends? No, your parents? No, your bosses? No, MC.

She doesn't question you when you text her, she doesn't interrupt you when you call her, she doesn't scold you when you come home at night, or judge you when you cry against her shoulder until you fall asleep, clinging to her like an anchor.

And for the first time in months, you feel okay again.

She should feel bad, she really should, but she's lying if she says anything other than no.

It's just that you look so sweet against her, so small and helpless, like a wounded bird resting against her warm palm; she could close it at any moment, crush you until your fragile bones crunch and blood gushes, until your wings stop and your song fades. It would be so easy, but she won't. Your song is so much more beautiful when she hears it every morning, the air of your wings is fresher than any wind, and your warmth is more comforting than the cold of your corpse, figuratively speaking.

Your hair feels like silk beneath her hand, the softest thing in the world, how often do I not fantasize about making a scarf out of the hair you leave in her shower so I can always feel it and smell it whenever she wants? Or your soft skin against hers, so smooth and ordinary, not like hers, hard and rough from years of training and laboratory experiments.

Finally, finally, you're back home, back to her, where you belong.

Because watching you fly around was cute for a moment; watching you socialize, laugh, talk more, and develop a personality, it was the most adorable thing. But she had to crush your illusion of being an individual.

You belong to her, it always was.

When MC was a child, she had nothing; her life wasn't her own, nothing, not even her mind or memories. Even before then, her soul already belongs to other men, to other experiences, to other promises, none of that was chosen by her in this life; now she only reaps the consequences of her past stupidity. And when she left the white rooms and the squeaky computers, she had no hope of even living a normal life; then you came in, with your calm and shyness, your patience, your friendship, your honest fragility, your humanity.

She clung to that, she wanted this, she wants you.

Something MC chose, a companion who brings no noise to her life, only the peace she always thought she'd only have when she died, and not even then; you are her place in the world, her air, her blanket, the meat that calms the hungry bloodhound, the addict's drug, you are her cocaine fix.

That's why she had to isolate you.

It breaks her heart to remember the time you cried in frustration when you thought no one was watching, how you dug your nails into your palms when you wanted to talk but she interrupted every time, how you confided in her about a crush she never reciprocated because you were in love with her, how you bit your lip when your parents compared you to her. It really made her feel bad, but it was perfect.

You closed yourself off to everyone, made her job easier, and when you agreed to be solely hers, it was ecstasy! No one to steal your attention, no friends to steal your time, no independence, no life where she wasn't with you. It was perfect; even more so when you didn't question her hands on your body, her kisses that lingered too long on your face and too close to your lips, the way her style claimed you as hers and how, in the end, you merged with her symbolically. It was so close to being hers completely, to falling into her net, into her dominion, into her belonging, and just at that moment they arrived.

Her lovers from past lives; a king, a God, a divine servant, a space captain, a dragon. They came to claim her, to love her, to seek her as they promised, but she hated them from the moment they stood in her way.

He had Zayne and Caleb under control at some point; he had to have the patience of Buddha and the strength of Atlas to not jump on them and eliminate them when they confessed (at different times) that they found you "interesting". A few tears and basic promises of a life together were enough to get you out of their sight. Things got complicated with Rafayel, Xavier, and Sylus, the most jealous and possessive of them. Annoying, that's what they are; believing they can win her over, make her remember, make her body react to them.

Pretending became more difficult, not throwing up in the middle of dinners, dates becoming an impossible task, not tearing each other's skin off in boredom or running away on missions and leaving them to their fate. But MC is smart, cunning; she soon learned how to pull the strings and make them feel like rag dolls.

She told them you were important to them, that you would definitely reciprocate if they cared for you and kept you safe, that you were fragile, naive in a dangerous world; it tickled their egos, the male ego of protecting and proving to a potential mate that you can provide for them. Surprisingly, it was Xavier who fell first, admitting that your calmness was irresistible to him. Sylus also followed, comparing you to a nightingale; lilting and delicate. Rafayel was a surprise; being the most possessive of all, he opened his heart to a softer muse, like the sea breeze in the mornings he once said. Zayne remembered what it was like to love you, cozy and comfortable. And Caleb is happy with MC's happiness, although he admits to himself that having you around makes him feel strong, with the purpose of taking care of someone weaker than him.

Her plan may have gone a little too far from what she originally intended, which was to use them to scare you back into her arms and protect you like the hunter she is, but having them around like guard dogs is an advantage she won't waste.

For now, MC is happy to have you where you belong, against her, shared warmth, and— No —

A hand stops in its tracks; Xavier looks like a trapped deer, guilty of being found out. From the shadows emerge Rafayel and Sylus, watching you sleep like two predators contemplating whether to pounce. Zayne enters the room with blankets, and Caleb is already running (quietly) to arrange the pillows behind her so they're both comfortable.

- I want to too - he says, hold both of you in his arms and sleep soundly. But MC won't let anyone but her touch you, not now.

- Don't be selfish, kitty - Sylus purrs, sitting on the corner of the bed - It was a collaborative effort to bring him back -

- Be quiet - Zayne murmurs, covering them both, afraid that his Evol will make them cold. Caleb just watches, silent and alert. If he were a dog, his ears would perk up and his tail twitch.

Rafael is the one who ventures to take a lock of your hair, under everyone's watchful eye and MC's deadly one - Now we're complete -

Silence is the response they all share, one that the boys are proud of having achieved for their beloved, for their new love as well.

MC ignores them; in her world, they're irrelevant, they don't even exist, because her world became whole again when you returned to her shadow, to your place, where she can keep her bird safe in its cage, singing just for her.

As it always should have been and always will be.

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Hi! God, it's been a long time, I hope if you get to this point you'll read my message. Feel free to send requests or comments to my inbox! Please, haha ​​:( Also, I'm working hard on an interactive reading for you as a gift for being 200 followers. You're the best! Lots of love to everyone!

not proofread, suggestive, lowkey vulgar, slight stalking, ooc asf but idc, also cringe but idc, sewerslide jokes? (just rafayel being dramatic asf.) sewerslide is very serious please reach out to a professional or close family or friend if you struggle with this.

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