Logic (Cryaotic X Reader)

Author’s Note: Literally this sucks so badly and Cry’s out of character and like everything’s impossible, I’m so sorry but I had no idea how to write anything for the prompt/request I was given (For the Cryaotic X Reader: Reader-chan finds a box with a tiny sup guy in it. After a few days of spending time with it he turns into the real cry. :3 ) but I already said I’d do it and it sucks I’m so sorry 

You flung open the door to your house, running outside and opening your mailbox. You squealed quietly when you saw the brown box, clutching it to your chest and sprinting back into your house.

You grinned as you tore the box open, letting out another soft shriek when you saw what was inside. Your Sup Guy plushie had finally arrived (you had ordered it months ago).

It was a lot bigger than you had been expecting, it had to be a foot and a half at least, and as you carefully extracted it from the box, a tiny slip of paper drifted to the floor. You quirked an eyebrow, kneeling down and picking it up.

Hello customer!

I hope you are satisfied with your plushie. Hopefully you don’t mind the extra little detail we added to it.

Enjoy.

Sincerely,
Funtom Stuffed Toys

You studied the plushie curiously, not seeing anything that appeared to be extra. You then spotted a tiny F embroidered onto one of the Sup Guy’s feet and assumed that was the extra detail they were talking about. You shrugged, turning the toy back over and hugging it.

It was ridiculously soft, and very nice for cuddling, and you decided that even though you were a grown woman, you would most likely end up sleeping with it on your bed.

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You had been sleeping with your Sup Guy plushie for the past three nights. You couldn’t help it; it was just so cuddly and nice.

It was on your fourth night sleeping with it that it happened.

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You woke up to the sound of gentle breathing, fear trickling down your spine. It wasn’t your breathing, and you lived alone, without even a pet to keep you company.

You slowly turned to the side, eyes widening when you saw the man that was sleeping next to you.

He had shaggy, messy brown hair, and he was shirtless. A cautious glance under your blanket revealed that he was fully naked.

“What the fuck?” You hissed, bringing a shaky hand out and poking his shoulder several times.

The man turned so that he was facing you, blinking himself awake.

“Who are you?” He asked, voice rough and scratchy from sleep but still familiar. His blue eyes showed that he was just as confused about how he got here as you were.

“I’m __y/n__ and this is my house. Who are you?”

“This is your house?” The man asked, letting out a quiet ‘Ooooh’ as he glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. “I’m Ryan. You might know me as Cry though.”

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” You breathed in surprise. “Cry is in my bed. How is Cry in my bed?”

“You okay?” Cry asked worriedly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yes, sorry, I’m just a huge fan.” You answered, blushing bright red and hoping it wasn’t too noticeable in the dim light of your room.

Cry chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. So,” Cry said, bringing a hand up and running it through his hair. “Any idea how I got here?”

“Not a cl-actually, I might have an idea hold on.” You started, clambering out of bed and making your way to your bedroom door. “By the way, um, Cry, you’re kind of naked. There may be some sweatpants in my drawer that’ll fit you.” You offered as you left the room.

You found the box your Sup Guy had arrived in, pulling out the note and rereading it.

Was the ‘little detail’ that it somehow turned into the real Cry? Cry came out of your room a few moments later, wearing a pair of dark grey sweats that were slightly too large for you.

“So, I ordered a Sup Guy plushie from someone on eBay, and I just got it a couple of days ago. They sent me this note with it.” You said, handing Cry the note. “So my theory is that the ‘extra detail’ somehow either turned my plushie into you, or you and my plushie switched places. Like, my Sup Guy zapped to your house and you zapped to mine.”

“How? That’s impossible.”

“I don’t know, but obviously something supernatural-” Cry snorted. “Happened. Do you have any other more logical ideas?”

“…No.”

“So, what are we supposed to do?”

“I guess…I go home.”

“Do you have any money to get home?”

Cry went to grab his wallet from his pocket before he realized that these weren’t his pants.

“…Shit.”

“Tell you what: why don’t you just spend the night here, and tomorrow I’ll give you enough money to get you home. Sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Cry said, smiling softly at you.

“I’ll take the couch.” You mumbled, padding into your living room.

“I can take the couch.” Cry argued, following you into the room.

“Nonsense. You’re my guest. I’m perfectly fine with the couch.”

“So am I.” Cry shot back.

“…We could always share my bed.” You offered quietly. Cry said nothing, just smiled at you again before he lightly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into your bedroom.  

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“I guess I’ll see you later then?” Cry said the next morning, still wearing your sweats but now wearing a t-shirt that used to belong to an ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah.” You said, surprised at how sad you were over his leaving. One of your idols had fallen into your lap, and now you had to give him back.

“I’ll pay you back.” Cry said, waving the stack of bills at you.

“Don’t worry about it. Just, maybe, keep in touch?”

“I’ve already got your number and your address.” Cry started, peering at his hand where the numbers and letters were hastily scrawled. “Trust me, this won’t be the last time you see me.” Cry said, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your temple before he vanished out the door.

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A month later, you checked your mail, smiling when you saw the package addressed to you from Cry.

You brought it into your house and pulled it open, frowning when you saw that it was empty. You and Cry had been keeping in touch, Skyping and texting whenever you both had free time, and he had told you that he was going to give you your Sup Guy plushie, your sweats and shirt, and your money back soon.  

A knock sounded on the door and you raised an eyebrow, walking to the door and opening it.

“Ryan!” You said in surprise, stepping out and throwing your arms around him.

“Hi __y/n__.” He said cheerfully, holding your plushie out to you. You took it gratefully, hugging it to your chest.

“When you said you were going to give me my stuff back I thought you meant like in a package, I didn’t think you were coming over. I’m glad you came though.” You said, smiling at him.

“Well you see, I was thinking, maybe, that it’d be a good idea if I stayed with you for a while. In case the curse or spell or whatever that was on the plushie decides to zap me back here, I’ll just be here already.”

“That’s some pretty solid logic. I'd love it if you stayed over.” You said teasingly. "Maybe forever.” You added quietly.

“That could be arranged.”

End.  <3