Cheat // Slazo oneshot

Cheat

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE SERIOUSLY, I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS ON MY TRASH ACC BUT DECIDED IT WAS DECENT/NOT MEMEY ENOUGH, SO I MOVED IT HERE. OK THANKS LOVE YOU BYE (AND SUB 2 PEWDS)

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You get home from work early one Tuesday evening. Usually you'll stay to close at your job at Starbucks, on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. But on this particular sunny, Australian Tuesday, you were sent home early. Very early. About three hours early, because the coffee machine decided to break. And with your branch being particularly small, that one now-broken coffee machine was all you had.

Of course, because you were home much earlier than expected, your boyfriend, Michael, has no idea that you're on your way. And obviously you didn't text him because that would just ruin the surprise!

You pull into your drive way and make your way to the front door. You don't notice any activity at all coming from inside. Not a stirring or a noise, no boyfriend rushing to the door to greet you. Odd. Looking to the garage, you notice it open. Michael's car is there. You would suggest to yourself that he's out for a walk, but he would never leave the garage open.

The front door is locked. You slide in your key and twist it, gently pushing the door open. Perhaps he's fallen asleep? Or maybe he's out the back, tending to the smallest, yet most adorable vegetable garden you've ever seen.

"Michael?" You call out, your voice soft, just in case he's asleep. You try again, slightly louder this time, "Mike?"

Wandering into the kitchen, you peer out the window, looking into the backyard. No boyfriend. Trekking back to the lounge, you glance at the couch. Still, no boyfriend.

You go back to the entry way of your one story home. Left is the rooms you've just explored. To the right is a hallway attached to your bedroom, the bathroom and, right at the end, the second bedroom - since converted into a large office. The room itself is small, but as an office, it's fairly spacious.

Your boyfriend, known to you as Michael, is known to the internet as a YouTuber, named Slazo. And to some internet folk, Slazo567, Michael Macaroni, or - you shudder - "Daddy".

The office is his space for filming and editing videos. Inside is an intricate set up of two desktop computers, a camera, top of the line headphones and occasionally a laptop, and whatever Michael would need to create his videos. Not to mention, there was a bed in the background, because his viewers seemed oddly attached to that set up from when he still lived in his family home.

You enter the hallway, and, after just a few steps, you're at your bedroom door. You open it, stepping in. "Wake up, babe!" you call to . . . no one. You shake the confusion away, decided to continue the exploration.

Walking back into the hallway, you notice the bathroom door wide open. Clearly, no Slazo in there. But the closer you to the bathroom, the more you swear you can hear . . . something . . . coming from the office.

You pass the bathroom, now very close to the converted second bedroom. There is now a more distinct something coming from the room. And that distinct something happens to be a moan. And then more. And more. And more still.

"What in the fuck?" you whisper to yourself, as you realise what that sound must be.

You storm towards the office, towards your boyfriend, and swing open the door without hesitation. As you do, the moaning stops. Your significant other is significantly busted.

"MICHAEL!" you yell.

He turns to you and holds up a finger, signalling you to wait.

You observe the scene as he speaks. Looking on as he faces the camera, your brain twists in confusion.

"I'm not kidding guys, this woman is so loud. I'm not even using headphones. This is the audio from playing the clip out loud. Seriously, this is. . . it's so weird."

Pressing stop on his camera, he takes the headphones off from around his neck and places them on his desk. He stands and crosses the small space, reaching out towards you.

"Babe! You're home early!"

"Don't . . . don't 'babe' me!" You point toward his computer, swatting his hand away in the process. "What the fuck are you watching? Care to explain?"

Michael looks confused for a second. "What am I- oh."

"Oh?"

"I was recording a video," Slazo shrugs. "I'm reacting to a woman who believes she's in an actual committed relationship to the leaning tower of Pisa. Like, she thinks she's married to it. She doe. . . unmentionable things with it. Oh, and, she calls the tower a him. Insists his name is Lenard. And-"

"I don't want to hear anymore," you shake your head, slightly weirded out by the information.

You stand there, avoiding Michael's eyes, and also the computer screen. Instead you focus on the bed. The - thank all the gods for this - empty bed. The completely neat and definitely not in need of making bed.

Michael, however, is staring directly at your face. He looks concerned. He reaches out to take your hands and, without really thinking, you let him.

"Look at me?" He asks softly.

You oblige, looking into his sweet, mildly confused, blue eyes. You melt instantly, pulling your significant other into a hug.

"What'd you think was going on?" Slazo whispers into your hair.

You shake your head, pulling back to look at his face. "I don't think you want to know."

"I think I can guess." He pulls away, sitting back at his desk and preparing to begin filming again. "Two questions," he looks at you, phrasing it more like a statement than a question.

You nod in response, closing the door and sitting on the bed. You lean against the wall, where you know Slazo's camera won't pick you up.

"One," Michael holds up a single finger. "Do you want to join me to record the rest of this video?"

You agree, excitedly. You aren't often asked to be in videos, but when you two record together, it's so much fun. You move across on the bed quickly, sitting forward so you're slightly behind and to the side of Slazo.

You smile at your boyfriend, but it is not returned. Instead, he looks solemn.

"And, two," he begins, moving his chair back so he's sitting directly in front of you. He takes one of your hands in his own. "Did you really think I could cheat on you?"

"I never said I did think that."

"I know you were."

"Fine, I guess I thought maybe. But now that we're here . . . I know you would never."

Slazo nods, bringing your hand to his mouth. He places a gentle kiss.

"Never, ever. I love you," he says, kissing your knuckle with every word.

"I love you, too," you giggle, leaning forward to kiss Michael.