Remember me, My Dear (Possessive! Stalker! Ticci Toby X Reader)

What is-?

As you arrived home, you slowed your steps- the boy watched you hesitate before entering your home. 

You stepped inside, holding your breath.

"Stop right there, kid"

Your mother flicked the kitchen light on upon your entrance. She had sat in wait for you, waiting for you to come home-

You took in a deep breath- awaiting her words. 

"I have never, ever been more embarrassed in my life-"

There it was. 

You felt yourself begin to disassociate as she tore into you, shouting at you as she stood from her chair, saying everything she can to shame you- but you weren't listening- till she tried to pull the printer papers from your hand, bringing you back to reality as you snagged them back from her hands. She glared at you. 

"What do you have?"

"None of your business, it's mine" you hissed- pushing past her and running to your room, locking the door and pushing your dresser against it- keeping her from coming in. You could hear her shouting on the other side, calling you all sorts of abusive things to ungrateful to telling you she regretted having you. As much as the words stung- making tears brim your eyes- 

The words on the paper hurt more. Reading Lyra's obituary, down to the case articles about Toby's father being butchered to death by him in his office chair as he sat in the living room- empty bottle of liquor was still clutched tightly in the mans dead hand. 

In a way, you could say he drank himself into an early grave. 

You laid the papers to the side and began to go through your room- searching for those CD's and tapes Toby had made you- till you found them, pushed to the back of your closet- hiding away likely from your mother, was a soft pink shoe box, filled with all the photos you two had taken- from copies of photos from a photobooth- to personal ones of you two together, cuddled up watching movies, exchanging gifts, and making a rather messy cake. this one made you stop- considering it was the most recent one. 

A bit of batter was thrown across your face, an annoyed smirk across it while Toby had bright blue frosting across his nose- a joyful look on his face as you threw powdered sugar on him. Lyra stood off to the side, trying to get control of the blender again, a panicked look on her face as it whipped red velvet all over her- 

It made you smile, you couldn't remember what was happening, but it all made you feel warm inside to see it- and underneath it all, was some playlists Toby had made you- you picked up one of the CDs- one labeled "my first, to you CD 1" readied your player and head phones- before sitting down at your computer- hooking it all together as you opened the machine, clicking through the files as the player began- you had expected just something ripped offline, something prerecorded- but instead-

A voice came though, a deep boyish one-

"Hey Y/n- uh, god yea I-I have no idea why I'm doing this but uh, ha-" he pauses for a moment, you could hear a soft pop from his joints- "This- is something I've been working my nerve up to do, Um- I've liked you, since the day we met, and you were carrying way too many books for your arms, and- I was playing video games. " 

You felt those butterflies in your stomach again- his voice, hearing him say that he loved you, it made your heart hurt. "Well, I'm playing a different game now- a game I've called 'winning you' " as he spoke he began to strum his guitar slowly, picking up a tune you had just remembered a day before- the song he sang to me when we first met. 

"And I'm hoping, that- after listening to this, you'll come to my house, and I can ask you out properly but-" 

Don't.. Don't say it..