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Okay so, Could you do one with Myc and a Reader who's hyper aware of his tentacles and usually avoids them most of the time, and like whenever he tries to get into their mind it's just a jumbled mess that's overlapping eachother making it hard to sort through. But then there's a situation where their trapped together and Myc confronts them and Reader stubbornly admits that they just didn't want him to figure out their feelings for him-

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Myc x Reader (SFW)

shorter than my last few (lil over 2k), but hey! it's somethin' to read if you're bored. i'm sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes; i don't usually make them, but i've had a headache and blurry vision for most of the afternoon (think i'm sick) and i haven't proofread it a thousand times like usual lol

anyways, sfw aside from cursing and suggestive themes. enjoy!

You were a bit of an enigma to Myc, at least recently. You used to be such good friends, always choosing to hang out with him over anyone else, and he loved to have you around, making sure to invite you out with him and Andre whenever the opportunity arose. You had a similar, dark sense of humour, and he thought you were hilarious to hang around when you got drunk with him. You liked to get in trouble and make mischief in the office, and when Myc and Andre made plans for a big prank or party, you were always there with them. You’d confided in Myc, and he’d given you what advice he could because you were one of the only people he truly called his friend.

Then, suddenly, you changed. Whenever he’d invite you out, you’d turn him down, which was fine at first; he understood if you weren’t down to drink or party for a night or two. The problem was that it didn’t stop there. You started to avoid him entirely, complicating your paths to the conference room and your office so that he couldn’t walk with you, and you’d eat lunch up in the faux office building above Cognito, knowing fully well that he wasn’t allowed up there. He’d tried to talk to you a few times about whatever was troubling you, confused and getting more and more annoyed with the lack of attention you were giving him, but every time you made up some excuse and dodged him. Even when he tried to read your mind, all that he was able to pick up was a jumbled mess of anxiety and apprehension.

He didn’t know what he was feeling, but it wasn’t anything good. It felt like someone had stabbed him and just left the knife in there, a strangely physical pain for something entirely mental. He was hurting, he realised, though he couldn’t understand why. He just wanted to talk to you, but of course when he needed you most was when you’d decided to disappear on him.

The team had another meeting with HR about their behaviour on the last mission, but Myc wasn’t paying attention in the slightest; he was focused on you the entire time, plotting. He knew you were friends with Mister Mothman, and he knew that you would take the papers that the HR manager had made you all sign upstairs for him. That would require you to go to the older, less used part of the building, where the two of you would be less likely to be overheard, and then he could confront you without issue.

“Thank you, (Y/n),” the mothman said as you took the stack of papers from his fuzzy fingers. “Just like always, take ‘em up to Rhonda in the Records and Timekeeping Department. You sure you want the extra errand, though? I can take ‘em up myself.”

“It’s fine, Elliot,” you assured him with a smile and a light tap to the arm. “I promise, it’s really no trouble.”

“If you’re certain.”

You bid him farewell and walked out of the room after your friends, not expecting anyone to be waiting for you. The quickest way to Records and Timekeeping was through the old wing of the building, the stuffy areas that were built way back in the ‘70s. Things broke down a lot back there, and there weren’t many people who still worked in the area, but the creaky old elevator hadn’t failed you yet, and you’d be damned if you let a little risk deter you from taking a shortcut.

Paying no mind to the dust that kicked up with every step you took on the ancient carpet, you made your way down the weaving halls toward the elevator. It was eerily quiet, though that was something you’d gotten used to by now; even the AC was practically nonexistent down here, and your shoes were muffled by the thick carpeting, so the only sound you ever really heard when travelling through here was your own breathing. What you were not used to, however, was the breaking of that silence.

A chill ran up your spine as you heard something shuffle behind you. You whipped around to see what it was, but you were the only thing in the hall, as far as you could tell. Taking a deep breath, you turned back toward your destination, picking up your pace. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again, this time closer. You stopped to listen for a moment, then stooped down to take a peek through the blinds of the surrounding offices. They’d been long abandoned, but you figured that was the most likely place you’d see someone.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

When nothing caught your eye, you opened one of the doors for a few seconds. The scent of mould and the darkness that seemed to wriggle within the room were off-putting, to say the least, but still, no signs of life. You sighed, shaking your head at your imagination. There’s no need to get this worked up over something so silly, you told yourself, pulling the door shut.

You screeched, swatting out at your side where the sudden voice had come from. Your fingers barely skimmed the mycelian, Myc jumping back with cat-like reflexes. “Myc! What the hell, dude?!”

He laughed as you glared at him, looking like a bull without horns in your fury. “Cool it, doll,” he chuckled, reaching out to give you a friendly nudge. You shied away, pulling back the same way he had when you tried to hit him, and he recoils ever so slightly. He thought for a second before sheepishly explaining, “I wanted to walk with you to Records and Timekeeping. Gotta go pick something up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious. “Really?”

“What reason would I have to lie to you?”

“Everybody has a reason, Myc.” He was silent for a moment, contemplating how to retort, but you sighed and turned on your heel before he had the chance. “Whatever. I need to get to R&T, follow if you want to.”

“Right.” You found your heart racing with anxiety as he matched your pace, and you tried to pretend he wasn’t there. He made that rather difficult, however. “Sooooo,” he started awkwardly, “how’ve you been?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, clutching your papers to your chest like a security blanket. “Alright,” you replied simply, trying to keep things short with him. “How about you?”

“Good, good,” he answered, though it didn’t reach his voice. “Actually, things haven’t been so great,” he admitted as you reached the elevator. You pushed the button as he continued, “Things have felt sort of off lately.”

“Sorry to hear that.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open with a creak that might deter someone who hadn’t come through this area before, but you stepped inside, Myc following closely after.

“I don’t think you are,” he challenged abruptly, causing your heart to drop and your brows to furrow. The doors slid shut, sealing your escape from his confrontational nature. “It’s strange,” he went on. “It’s almost like you’ve been avoiding me lately, (Y/n), but what reason might you have for that?”

You’d known this was coming, no matter how hard you tried to delay it. Myc had been one of your best friends, so of course he was going to be upset when you tried to distance yourself from him. Still, you tried. “Like I said, everybody has a reason. And anyway, I’m not avoiding you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he scoffed, pushing closer as you leaned back against the wall. He took notice of your nervous body language, and felt a pang of guilt at causing it. He lowered his voice to sound less threatening, moving to hold onto the elevator bar right beside where you gripped it. “Look, (Y/n),” he said softly, nudging your hand, “I just want to know what I did. I get it if, y’know, you decide you don’t wanna hang out anymore. That’s fine. It’ll suck for me, but it’s whatever. At least tell me what happened, though.”

You looked at him, listened to the hurt in his voice, and sighed. If he finds me disgusting, so be it, you thought. At least I won’t have to hide from him anymore. “I like you,” you admitted, breathing a sigh of relief as you finally got the words out in the open. “A lot. Like, as more than a friend. I knew you wouldn’t feel the same, and I knew I wasn’t going to stop feeling this way if we kept being so close, so… I decided to shut you out.”

Myc seemed tense, his flagella now wrapped around the rail just as tight as your hand was. “What?”

“I know it was selfish,” you added, rubbing your arm self-consciously. “I didn’t want to have to deal with the rejection, so I just cut you off. It was immature, and stupid, and–”

“The feeling’s mutual,” he interrupted, turning away from you. Your brows creased in confusion. “I thought of you as more than a friend, too,” he clarified, noting your expression. Promptly, he corrected, “Think of. As in, present-tense.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, watching as the light in his orb swirled, a side effect of intense feelings. Is he… nervous? “Do you really mean that? Don’t say it just because you don’t want to hurt my feelings, Myc.”

“You think I’m nice enough to lie to make someone feel better? I’m honoured you think so highly of me,” he laughed. You provided a little chuckle in return, glancing down at the flagella beside your hand. He picked up on your thoughts and uncurled the limb from the elevator railing, offering it to you. When you took him into your hand, his skin was just as smooth and cool as you remembered it being, but it began to warm as it started to emit a pink glow. “I wish you hadn’t started avoiding me either,” he said, reading your inner shame and guilt. “Doesn’t mean I don’t understand it, though. I probably would have done the same if I’d realised I’d starting caring about you first. I knew you were a good friend, but I didn’t recognise those weird, fuzzy feelings until Andre told me what they were.”

You couldn’t suppress a giggle at that. “Fuzzy feelings? God, that sounds so weird coming from you.”

“Shut up,” he snorted, scooting a little closer to you and squeezing your hand. “This is hard for me, y’know. Feelings are not my forte.”

“No shit, for real?” You laughed as one of his tendrils whipped up to lightly slap your leg, shoving him gently in return. Your grin faded a bit, calming down as you looked him over. "I'm… I'm really sorry, Myc. Sorry for ghosting you, I mean."

He coiled himself further around you, his flagella slithering up your arm like a snake. "Well, hey, I mean, as long as you don't do it again, I think we'll be alright."

"I'll try," you giggled, pulling him lightly and wrapping him into a hug. "I'm just glad I don't have to stay away from you anymore."

"You never had to in the first place, idiot," Myc grumbled, running a flagella over your head and smoothing your hair as he held you. "You condemned yourself to that, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," you said, rolling your eyes before leaving a small peck on his stem. It was only then that you realized something. "Hey, shouldn't we be at R&T by now?"

"I dunno," Myc shrugged looking around. "Actually, we're… not moving."

"Oh, Christ," you huffed, pressing the button to open the doors but frowning as they didn't oblige you. "Um, are we stuck?"

"Sure looks that way," he laughed. "Any ideas?"

"The mechanics should show up in twenty minutes or so, hopefully," you mumbled, smiling to yourself as the Emergency button lit up, indicating that it still worked. "Nice. Now, we wait."

Myc scuttled a little closer to you as you stepped back against the wall, and soon you felt his flagella rubbing your hips suggestively. "I can think of a few other ways to pass the time, dollface… God, I've missed you."

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