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Context: He's there, every night, and there's nothing you can do, besides love him. And you will love him. Right...

Setting: The Listener's apartment - Bedroom

Tags:[M4A][Sick Yandere Stalker/Bully Speaker][Nervous Willing Listener][VERY Spicy][Cuddles][L-Bombs][Angst][Reverse Comfort][Possessive][Touch-Starved][Confession][Flirting][BFE][Obsessive][Dominant][Honest][CW: Mentions of Murder/Adultery]

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[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: Rain belting the window/the door opening]

“Hhh, f-fuck… The storm is insane out there tonight!”

[Pause???]

“Of course, I walked over in it… It’s our night, baby, and I have brought everything to make it nice and romantic. Champagne, the ingredients for a fine meal, some roses…”

[He coughs hoarsely]

[Pause?]

“Hnh? Oh, I’m a little under the weather, baby, don’t worry. I brought face masks and I’ll sleep in the spare room, maybe drown myself in an antibacterial spray. That way, we can lie down together again super soon! Even if I can’t breathe well, I’ll do anything to cuddle up with my angel.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener standing up]

[He freezes as you stand up and take his hand]

“Baby, you’re standing up… Huh? Yeah, I… I’m lying down… Wait, no! Baby, you’ll get sick, too! I can’t have that! I can’t… Oh, but… I’d get to coddle you, and I do love that… N-No! No, I don’t want you in pain, sweetheart!”

[Pause]

“You… want to take care of me, this time?”

[Pause]

[He looks at you uncertainly. He’s far less imposing with his face red from a fever]

“...OK. But only because I think I’m gonna fall over otherwise.”

[He lies down weakly, body shivering]

“S-S-Stupid… Stupid flu… Stealing time away from my darling and I…”

[SFX: A blanket flumping]

[You dump the blanket on top of him gently and gather some supplies before sitting down]

“Mmprh! Mmh… Fine, I’m under the blanket. But I’m resting my head on your lap, got it?”

[Pause]

[He rests his head in your lap while you gently stroke his hair]

“...You’re sure this is real?”

[Pause]

“...And you’re OK… taking care of me?”

[...Pause]

[He smiles, almost boyishly]

“...This can’t… It can’t be real… You holding me like this, letting me rest my head in y-your lap… I had this fantasy so many times, and each time it’d be so beautiful… I’d have you under me by now, though.”

[Pause!]

[He grins a little]

“Hehe, sorry… I get a little goofy and affectionate when I’ve got the flu. The f-f-f-flu, FUCK! F-Fuck, it’s so cold…”

[Pause]

[Shaking takes over his form and you pull the blanket around the both of you]

“S-Sorry… It’s so cold, even with the blanket…but you’re warm… So nice and warm.”

[Pause?]

“No!”

[You both jump at his outburst]

“...N-No… I don’t need some hot soup… I want you. I need you!”

[...]

“...I’m sorry I yelled, baby… I didn’t mean to. I just… I got scared at the thought of you running away, again…I barely survived that summer, I-I… I can’t…”

[Pause…]

“...I’ll take the medicine, yeah. OK…”

[He takes the cap with a grimace]

“Ugh, cherry-flavored… Blech… Erm, thank you, sweetie.”

[Pause?]

“I took it, I took it ...Thank you, angel… My sweetheart… I just get so scared, I get so damned scared thinking I’ll show up here, and you’ll… you’ll be gone, again… Just like in high school…”

[...]

[He coughs again, voice and eyes bleary]

“That summer was so bad… I was meant to be interning for my Dad’s company, starting to prep for college, but I just kept thinking of you. Of the hurt look you gave me last time we spoke… And Dad kept yelling, and yelling, and telling me to get my shit together… Told me that he’d have never let me marry someone of your ‘class’ anyway, so I needed to get over it…”

[...Pause?]

“What did I do…? Watched him get his spine snapped by a loose cable one day, on the site. It hit him so hard that he was screaming like an infant, writhing… He’ll never walk again, but I was happy to take over the company in the interim… Why do you think I can afford to pay your tuition?”

[Pause!!]

“Oh, don’t fret… Once I fired my Dad’s mistress, the company suddenly had a whole bunch of money to actually pay our people better… Shame that woman had to say something about my Mom. If she’d been paying attention, she might not have fallen down that elevator shaft…”

[...]

“...Does it bother you? I can see in your eyes that you know…”

[...?]

“What does it feel like… to kill someone…”

[He ponders this, blowing his nose on occasion]

“...Bad. It feels good, at first, because it’s solving a problem… but then you’re looking at a corpse and wondering if, somehow, it could have been resolved in another way. Not in the immediate, mind, I know it can, but permanently. Would there have been a permanent solution to listening to that… woman… put down my mother that wasn’t smiling down at her twisted body, twitching at the bottom of the elevator shaft?”

[...]

[He shrugs]

“Potentially… But I hated her, and that smug little grin, and now she’s not a problem for anyone, ever again. Maybe Dad will miss her but who fucking cares… You know how garbage dancing in the wind is: constantly clinging to each other.”

[...]

“...Thanks for listening to me… You’re always an amazing listener, sweetheart.”

[Pause]

[He smiles, looking miserable but oddly cute]

“I knew you wouldn’t judge me… I knew you’d understand! Some problems just don’t go away, not until they’re bleeding! It’s just the way the world works, you know?”

[...]

“How bad is the fever?”

[Pause]

[He winces]

“Man… I was going to bring over things for date night. Now that I’m your boyfriend, I need to stay at the top of my game so you never, ever, ever leave, O-OK?!”

[...]

[He takes your hand, kissing it desperately and nuzzling his cheek to your palm]

“I’m so fucking crazy for you… So, so fucking crazy, and I don’t… I don’t know how I’d live without you again!”

[...]

[He eases a little as you soothe him, practically clinging to you, which is pretty impressive for an ex-football player his size]

“...Please… Don’t leave me. I can’t… ‘solve’ you like I can solve other problems. The only cure for you is… you! And I swear to God, I will do anything to remain your boyfriend!”

[He giggles to himself, eyes wild and unfocused]

[...]

“...Yeah, I think that nasty medicine is kicking in. I think I can sleep…”

[He yawns, snuggling closer with miserable moans of sick]

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love…”

[He trails off, snoozing against you while rain pelts outside]

[...You could shake him off. Run for it]

“...love you…”

[...]

[Maybe when he’s less sick… Who else is going to take care of him?]

[To be continued]

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