𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | ᵍᵃᶜʰⁱᵃᵏᵘᵗᵃ × ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ
𝐌𝐘𝐌𝐎 | ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ
REQUESTED BY: @JabberzCrazytwin
CHARACTER: Mymo
TYPE: Fluff
Feedback is appreciated!
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Mymo wasn't a good man. Not many people knew that. Anybody who didn't truly know who Mymo was simply saw him as the loud, annoyingly overbearing news reporter who delivers news quickly and efficiently. Nobody particularly special. Someone who wouldn't commit any crimes.
Much to their ignorance, he was nothing like that. The energetic news reporter gig was just a ruse. He didn't care about that at all. The true Mymo was egotistical. Twisted. Sadistic. He wanted the entire world to be in the palm of his hand, to be in control of everybody and everything.
And yet, he had one weakness. The one weakness he recognized, anyway.
He would never say it aloud. He would never admit it. But his weakness was a woman. Yes, a woman. One of the very people he sought to control. When he was around her, he couldn't help but melt into her touch. She turned him into puddy in her hands, and honestly, he didn't want it any other way.
Mymo's house was large. Surprisingly, becoming the most popular news reporter in the Ground did have its perks. Within the vastness of his house, he sat in a big room. His study. It was filled with various counters and desks. On one of the far walls was a corkboard alongside a whiteboard, where he scribbled and tacked pictures. He slumped over his desk, his head resting in his head as he pored over a paper. Just a small piece of his huge plans.
He didn't register the sound of the door clicking open. He didn't hear the soft footsteps that padded behind him. Only when he felt arms wrap around him from behind did he snap out of his thoughts. He tensed and, for just a moment, felt defensive. However, he quickly relaxed. There was only one person in the house who was able to do such a thing. [NAME]. The woman who made him oh so weak. He reached up to rest his hand over hers, rubbing a thumb over it.
"Yes, my love? Do you need something?" He asked, his voice in that soft tone reserved just for her.
She shook her head before resting it against his shoulder.
"What'cha doing?" She asked, glancing at the paper.
"Nothing, love. Just... work."
Mymo flipped the paper over so she couldn't see what was written on it. Gently, he pried her arms off of him so he could turn around. He held his arms open, inviting her to crawl onto his lap. She did so, allowing him to embrace her properly.
"Mm... You're my everything, y'know that?" He murmured softly into her ear.
She simply hummed in response, but she was content with that. He was happy with whatever she did, because he loved her. Because she was his everything, even more so than ruling the world.
Yes, Mymo was a very evil man. A man with a huge ego. A man who saw others as nothing but pawns on his gameboard. But not when it came to his [NAME]. Never her.
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꒰ఎ Sorry if this is ooc guys, I had no idea what to write for this dude 😭
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