#ben x reader

The LEDs of the room would've made it all some annoyingly neon green if it weren't for the multiple screens glowing a different shade and lighting up small sections of the space.

One vertical screen for all his messaging apps and stuff he could be doing on his phone, the other three set up horizontally. One on news articles, another on true crime forums and the third having camera footage.

Music flowing through a bluetooth speaker that looks like a liquid death can. It was playing breakcore and digital hardcore music as he was working.

Ben's eyes were glazed over in analysis like his very mind was a motherboard running systems on top of systems.

Forest green eyes, washed out a little more than usual.

But now it played smooth old school rap and lofi beats. His body and mind start to settle into a calm as he starts to scroll through YouTube, deciding on what to watch, and toke up when his discord starts pinging with rapid notifications.

Some online friends he had made through gaming asking him to get on.

He smirks and flicks down his mic, joining the discord voice chat.

"Yuuuuur." He voice relaxed, nonchalant, a little raspy after his first rip.

"Aye it's Ben!"

"Whaddup Benny boy!!"

You didn't have big plans for the evening. Straight home, order takeout because you got paid recently, get to your gaming set up and indulge.

Optimal way to start a weekend.

However there was one thing you were working on.

Your V-tuber model.

Today was the day you were going to buy the latest rythm heaven game, play as much as you felt like, then a little tomodachi life and end your first ever stream.

Playing a little bit before starting your stream, you can't help but have fun and in each mistake you realize it was a chance to turn this into content.

Becoming internet famous in the natural way, or without thinking any press is good press, was an uphill battle. Let alone trying to monotize your own work outside of a patreon or etsy.

You didn't have many fans, but enough to be engaging and enough that's by merch of your V-tuber.

Sure it wasn't like you were a big name at the comic cons you went to or gaming cons. But you were known enough and what you sold, created, was good enough to sell and draw cosplayers and gamers to your table.

With your stream successfully started, viewers rolling in, you chat them up while waiting for rhythm groove to finish downloading.

‘Hello...Hiiii!! ’ signaling new comers and ‘Millions~ 🎶 ’ signaling whenever someone subscribed.

"Sup chat," you say hello to everyone while simultaneously letting them type out whatever they felt about their day, "Good weekday? Bad weekday? Excited it's friday?"

It's right around the time you get done chilling and chatting with your viewers that you start playing rythm groove and you hear the notification of a new comer.

"Everyone welcome-" you pause and your V-tuber squints at the text before closing and opening its eyes, then just holding them closed.

One of your modders plays an audio cue, saxophones getting louder, and your character smiles with you.

Getting back to starting the game you say, "Welcome in, goon-specialist."

After having ran a few games himself, he figured it'd be worth it to check out any new streamers. Luckily one of Ben's streamer friends, had this streamer he wanted to raid.

Turns out the streamer just so happened to be you.

Small following, in the hundreds still, but funny and contrastingly cute. Played mostly cozy and chill stuff but occasionally horror and rpg games.

His friend was saying how you deserved the influx of viewers, to ride the wave, but he had sent in Ben so he could time it at just the right moment.

So he's here, watching you play a rythm game.

Playing through the first set of rythm games was not what you expected.

Usually there was more categories for things with what you saw from rythm heaven game plays but then again you never fully played it on your own. Just watched and enjoyed the remixes people made of your favorite songs.

Ben watched as you played, admiring your V-tuber and not being able to help but smile a little at you playing and messing up every now and then.

The V-tuber model closes its eyes and shakes its head.

"Nah chat... I fucked it up.. that ending was bad."

‘Nah that couldn't be right, they weren't that bad...’

It seemed like the chat agreed with him, despite her not seeing it.

The results screen agreed too.

Really Good

"Oh."

Ben's chat gets spoken out in a monotone and robotic voice.

See, you've got it. Besides this is baby leagues babe.

You laugh and he settles his smug self into his black and green office chair...

That is til you say, in the most captivating and some how suggestive voice.

"Oh really? Well thanks babe."

Ben's face goes red, instantly sitting up and looking curious at the screen before shaking his head.

'No way... yeah no, they're just being playful.'

You get to the flip side, which was turning out to give honest grading of your rythm skills.

Ben has flowed into trying to coach you on the rythm as he counts the rythms himself, knowing good and well that he'll be getting this game himself to wind down after assignments.

You just made it seem so fun, even when you struggled at it by loosing the rythms.

Starting up Thunder Bolting 2, you read the dialogue aloud.

"Another thunder cloud has rolled in!?"

You look scared and shocked, your character mimicking instantly.

"Uh guys... is this what we call cooked?

You look to the direction chat is in and then the camera before back to the screen

"Yeah no, im fucked... up shits creek and no paddle babes."

Ben nods to himself, confirming a subtle past suspicion.

' Yeah, it's just the way they talk...'

But then his mind compares how you said it and finds himself blushing all over again.

Rapidly typing in encouragement and simply watching as his mind goes into overtime all over you.

Around the wind down of your dream, you decide to play one more rythm game.

A new one, Space Sentry.

Upon your first try it was bad enough for the game to say

Try again

So you started it over, no tutorial and as your V-tuber bops along a little to the beat and timing you missed only one and was early on two or three but by the end?

"That's right bitch! suck my dick!!"

Incredible basics, and...

You did a great job protecting us, and...

You had things pretty much under control!

Superb (You got a medal!)

You did it, you had another medal under your belt and your first perfect. Riding a high you get up and the V-tuber follows.

Cheering, hooting, and hollering your own praises.

"Goated!! Fucking goated chat! Say I ain't got no rythm, sike!!! Cause I do!"

That's when he cues his friend to send in the raid.

He sits back watching you react with a huge smile on his face like he just got laid.

You woke up to your alarm blaring some song you chose as your ringtone years ago, groggily sitting up to unplug it from the wall as it continued going even if you tried turning it off. You lay your aching back down in bed, rubbing your eyes before sitting up. It was Saturday so school obviously wasn’t in, but you had no plans for the weekend.

Your house was empty when you walked into the kitchen which was weird. You had to push down the intrusive thought of that figure from your nightmare the prior night somehow breaking into your house and murdering your family. You walked around the island and, feeling hungry, opened the fridge, seeing it was almost completely empty besides a few stray vegetables. You sighed and shuffled to your room, not bothering to shower before changing into a large hoodie and jeans. 

Your closet was full of clothes you used to love to wear, but nowadays you only wore hoodies, jeans, or sweats because choosing a coherent outfit seemed like a grueling task in your mind. 

You grabbed your purse and slipped your shoes on before leaving, checking the lock on the door multiple times before making your way to your car. As you walked, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and the side of your face tingle. You felt someone standing there, watching you, but when you turned all you saw was your neighbors fence. You quickly continued to your car, throwing the door open before dropping yourself in. You assumed the nightmare from the previous night was still wearing down on you, but you’d never felt paranoid like this before. After locking the door, you checked your surroundings again but didn’t spot anyone so you sped off towards the supermarket. 

The parking lot was mostly empty due to it still being quite early but you noticed a beat down red truck parked close to the front. It caught your attention, though you had no clue why. You squinted at it and noticed someone sat in the driver's seat, the glass tint was too dark to see anything but their silhouette. You hesitantly pushed your door open, your eyes fixed on the person in the truck as you walked past it. Your town wasn’t small, that was for sure, but not many new people came to this supermarket as there was a bigger one nearby.

A worker was stacking baskets on top of each other as you walked in and you gave them a small smile, thanking them as you grabbed one off the top.

You made your way through the aisles in the store, grabbing packs of meat, dairy items, bread, and vegetables. You decided to get yourself some snacks and walked towards the sweets aisle. There was a mother and her toddler blocking the aisle entrance as they looked at what seemed to be a very interesting item. You waited for a few minutes before shoving past them, scoffing. You heard the woman yell at you but you ignored her, moving down the aisle. There were two men standing in the middle of the aisle, they had seen the interaction and moved aside for you.

You were grabbing some gummies off the shelf and felt one of the men still staring at you, so you finally decided to take them in. 

The man staring at you was very lanky and awkward looking, his arms and legs were long but stayed still at his sides (unless he ticced). His hair was brown and he obviously didn’t take care of it because it somehow managed to look greasy and dry at the same time, sticking up in all different directions. He had strange goggles sitting on the top of his hair and was wearing a greenish beige striped sleeve sweater. You noticed his skin was tan but had an odd olive tint and the mask he wore covered the bottom of his face. His eyes, at least, were a soft brownish-green and looked almost puppyish.

The other man, who was standing with a lot of sass in his posture, was only a few inches shorter than his friend and looked a few years older. He was much bigger though, his shoulders broad and the muscle on his arms intimidating. He had jet black hair, that actually seemed taken care of, and thick, faded side burns. His face naturally rested in a sort of scowl.

You quickly looked away and continued packing sweets into your basket. As you left the aisle you still felt the tall one staring at you, tingles running through your body. 

As you walked to the counter you saw two familiar figures, your parents. You quickly hid behind a magazine rack, watching them talk to the cashier. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you watched them take a paper from the young lady and then walk out the front doors of the store. As you made to move from behind the rack, you heard a rough, boyish voice.

“A-are you sta-stalking them?” You jumped and turned your face sharply to look at one of the men from earlier standing above you. “What?” You moved away from him a few feet as he was leaning in very close.

“You w-were watch— ing them. Th-those people that j-just left.” His eyes crinkled and you assumed he was smiling beneath the mask. Your brows furrowed as you glared at him.

“What’s it to you? Why were you watching me earlier?” Your hand moved to your purse, hoping he’d think you had pepper spray or a weapon. Instead, he looked around, probably for the other man he was with, before leaning in closer to you.

“I kn-know you.” 

You shook your head and scoffed, pushing down the urge to swing your basket of goods at him. “Leave me alone, you freak.” You turned and started walking to the counter again before he grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “I- I’m not sup-supposed to talk t-to you.. but y-you’re here s-so—“ You tried pulling your arm back but his grip tightened and you watched his neck snap back before he rolled it and looked back at you. Before he could start talking again you quickly lifted your fist, punching him square in the face and hearing a crunch as it collided with his masked nose. He jerked back but it looked more like surprise than pain. 

“I don’t know you! Just leave me alone.” You quickly walked away from him, glancing back. He was still staring, his arm in position to grab you again but he hesitated and turned away. You were shaking as you walked to the counter and set your basket down, taking your items out of it and letting the woman ring them up. You gave her the money and grabbed the plastic bags. They were quite heavy and you struggled awkwardly to pick them all up. The store bell rang but you weren’t paying attention to it until someone came up behind you.

A large hand picked up the bags you couldn’t carry and you turned around, startled. The first thing you noticed about the man was his dirty, beige colored hoodie. That was because he was too tall and standing too close for you to look at his face without straining your neck. He stepped back and nodded at you, all the bags balanced on two of his fingers. 

“Thanks..” You muttered, letting him follow you out as you walked to your car. You looked at the beat-down red truck and realized the person in it was gone. “Is that yours?” You turned to the man, pointing towards the truck. He nodded, staring longingly at the truck. 

You popped open the trunk of your car and after putting your bags down, turned to thank him. “Thanks. That was.. nice of you.” He just nodded again, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. You slowly closed the trunk, waiting for the moment to end. He let out a groan of annoyance and you noticed him watching something, turning your head to see the two men from earlier walking towards you.

The tall man walked towards them, causing them to stop a few feet from you. The black haired one was holding all the bags and seemed irritated, the creep was bouncing on his heels and jerking every once in a while. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but the interaction sounded tense, the creep stopping his movements as he got lectured. They started walking away and you got into your car to watch them more discreetly. They all loaded into the red truck and quickly reversed out of the parking lot. 

You sat in the lot for a few minutes before driving back home, those strange men refusing to part from your mind. As you walked back into your house with the first set of bags, you saw your parents sitting at the island. Your mother was smiling as she looked up at you, a small paper on the island between her and your father. You set the groceries on the floor and told them to wait as you grabbed the second set of bags. 

You sat next to your dad on the island, looking down at the paper. “Me and your father were just at the grocery store, y’know. We didn’t see you.” You shrugged, shaking your head, “I didn’t see you either.” You didn’t know why you were lying, you just felt like it. Your mother slid the paper over to you and you frowned deeply. It was an application to work at the grocery store. “Me and your father think it would do you good. You’re always in your room, and I think it’s bearing down on you. Since you’re still in school, you’d only need to work during the weekends and sometimes after class.”

“I don’t want to.” You pushed the paper back to her and started putting the groceries away. “Honey, we promise this will be very good—“ “I don’t want to, mom. I’m already tired of college, I don’t need more work added onto that.” Your father scoffed, he was usually the one to hold interventions like this. “You’re exhausted from what? Avoiding your work and playing games all day?” You glared at him, biting your tongue so as to not say anything you’d regret. “You don’t know anything, dad.” 

You finished helping your mom put the food away and grabbed the bag of your snacks, ready to go to your room. “You’re going to take this job. Unless you want us to boot you out.” You turned to face your dad, feeling something sharp and hateful in your chest. “Why do you guys keep threatening to kick me out? I’ll just leave if that’s what you want so bad!’” Your parents stared at you for a few seconds in silence and you stormed off to your room. 

You set the bag on a pile of your dirty clothes, slumping onto your bed and pulling your phone out your pocket. You weren’t in the mood to do anything besides talk to your friends so you opened the group chat, sighing heavily.

Ben 𖤓:

Are those my very dear friends coming back from grocery shopping I hear? 

Toby:

We didn’t bye anything for you idiots

Ben 𖤓:

Uh, you DID ‘buy’ stuff for us.. Iykwim ;>

Toby:

We did bye them this time Tim got money off someone

You:

I was just at the store!! What a coincidence:>

Toby:

I know you were

You:

How? lol 

Ben 𖤓:

Toby, shut up Stop trying to mess with them

Toby:

I’m not I talked to them

You:

??? Are you serious, orr?

Ben 𖤓:

He’s not

Both Toby and Ben suddenly went offline and you tried messaging them but they didn’t come back.

Nat ⏱️:

They’re fighting cause Toby is being annoying Don’t listen to whatever he says

You:

But how did he know someone spoke to me??

Nat ⏱️:

It’s not odd to talk to someone at a store dude

You:

I guess..

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Ben struggled to push himself through Toby’s phone, due to the cracks, and quickly scrambled off the other man as he landed on him. “Bro, shut the hell up! Why are you telling them about talking— why’d you even go up to them!?” 

Toby snickered, his shoulders popping. “I d-don’t know. I just re-recognized them and f-felt like I had t-to talk to them.” Ben scoffed, looking at the door. “How did Tim not see you? If him or Brian find out you did this—“ 

“W-why would I care wh-what Tim or Bri-Brian say? It’s n-not like your fr-friend’ll even sus—suspect anyth-thing if they kn-know what we look l-like!” Toby threw his hands up, laying back on his bed. “Well, you don’t look exaclty normal. Like.. at all...” Toby glared at him, scoffing. “A-and you do?” 

Ben shrugged, fixing his hat that started sliding down his forehead. “I kinda do, more than you do.”

“Y-you look id- identical to a video g-game char-character! But w-with bloody f-fucking eyes!” Toby’s arm jerked up, his neck snapping to the side soon after.

“I’m not arguing with you about my ‘REGULAR’ appearance. They just— they can’t find out, you idiot.”

“Th-they’ll be one of us s-soon enough.” Toby shrugged, turning back to his phone.

“What do you mean?” 

“I f-felt him on them. They-they’re going to get sick.” 

Ben hummed, straining his tiny, game rotted brain to think. “Well, only if Tim and Brian don’t find out.” He sighed before muttering,”..they’ll be pissed.” Toby down at his phone, a wide smile breaking out across his face as he quickly started typing. 

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Nina 💞:

and i was doing my makeup when my janey came in and told me she found it where i was sitting the night before!

You:

Well why wasn’t that the first place you checked!!

Nina 💞:

cuzzz :(:(

You and Nina were talking about her lost belt that she was devastated over for hours, only to find out she left it on the couch when she’d taken it off the night before.

Toby:

Benny boy gave me permission to tell you it was me at the store 

You:

You guys can shut up about this now >:( Nat already told me it was a prank

Ben 𖤓:

It wasn’t That really was Toby WE swear

You:

Hmm On what?

Ben 𖤓:

What?

You:

You swear on what?

Ben 𖤓:

Uhm Toby’s life

You:

Oh If that really was you, you were really weird 

Toby:

Sorry I didn’t no how to approach you

Ben 𖤓:

Toby, istg your grammar gets worse everyday 

Toby:

Shut up

Nina 💞:

wait will brian kill me 4 not tattling on u 2?

Ben 𖤓:

Not if you don’t tell him

Nina 💞:

okie

Nat ⏱️

Ben you’re an absolute idiot

Ben 𖤓:

??? What’s with the Ben slander?

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Your mom shook you awake the next morning. You went to sleep early after finding out Toby was that guy from the store. You sat up, glaring at her. “What?”

“Work starts in a few days! Me and your father signed you up.” She smiled, patting your leg.

“Why— how—“

“Because you need to get out of the house. As to how— they don’t require interviews or anything of the sort, kind of suspicious if you ask me. It’s good for you though, I’m sure of it.”

“Well, I’m not going.” You sat up and shrugged, trying not to roll your eyes at her. 

“Well, we’ll have to kick you out then. Me and your father were talking, and you never try to do anything! You gave up on school, you’re refusing to get a job, you’re just not trying!”

“Because I don’t want to fucking try! Just let me be!” Your mother shook her head, “You either start this job and fix your grades or you get out.”

Tears of frustration caused your eyes to blur and you blinked them away. Anger was surging beneath your skin and you felt the urge to grab something, something that would hurt. The closest thing was your pencil holder which you grabbed and threw in the general direction of your mother.

She flinched, looking between you and the holder before standing up and grabbing your arms. “You’re acting like a toddler, all because we’re trying to help you! You’re starting this job whether you want to or not.” She quickly walked out the room, scared you were going to lash out again. 

You groaned and tugged at the hairs on your head, your eyes blurring again due to a pain in your skull. The pain started slow, you assumed it was from your pulling your hair but it quickly started to spread until you were on all fours, heaving and crying in pain. The white figure in your nightmare flashed behind your eyelids as you shut them, reaching an arm out for you. You reached to take it and the pain died slowly, but as you pulled back it started again. The figure wiggled its fingers as if coaxing you to grab. You tried pushing yourself up but the pain made your arms frail and unable to hold you up.

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Your body was sore, sweat was cooling all over your body, and your vision was swimming. You shakingly pushed yourself up, arms feeling very weak and brittle. You rubbed at your eyes but they were still blurry. A wet cough built up in your throat and you heaved up clumps of blood and something that felt like muscle. You tried to scream, backing away from the blood stain on the carpet, but all that came out was a hoarse screech. 

You managed to pull yourself up using your desk. Your legs were still very weak so you had to grab onto the furniture in your room and stumble into your bathroom, leaning heavily against the sink. When you looked in the mirror, your heart dropped. You were a lot paler than usual and your eyes were bulging and red. How long were you passed out for? You splashed warm water on your face, trying to wash some life back into it but it didn’t work. You stripped your clothes with struggle as they were sticking to the dried sweat on your skin, after taking them off you stepped into your shower, leaning against the wall so as to not fall and turning the hot water on.

You spent what felt like hours under it, your fingers pruning and your skin becoming raw from how hot the water was. You stepped out, looking at yourself in the mirror once more. Color slightly returned to your face and your eyes returned to their usual white. You dried off and pulled some pajamas on before stepping out and looking at the clock. 

It was 3 AM on Monday, were you unconscious for nearly 16 hours? You coughed again, rubbing your chest and covering your mouth as blood sprayed out again. Your bed sagged as you fell on it, holding your head in your hands and sobbing. You were going insane, batshit crazy. Why was this happening to you? 

You thought back to your meeting Toby in the grocery store and shuddered violently all of a sudden. It was a strange coincidence that he lived in the same city— or even state as you, and that he happened to be going to the store the same day as you. What if you weren’t paranoid? What if he’d been watching you? You violently shook your head, tears still running down your face. 

You ran a hand down your face and lay down on your bed, pulling the bundle of blankets over your body as you shut your eyes and waited for sleep to take you. You needed to take your mind off things; maybe you would start that job, and fix your grades. Maybe you’d start trying again. 

How does Toby know what you look like?

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Personality

Ben is horrified of water. I wouldn’t say he particularly remembers why, but being enveloped by any bodies of water is a phobia of his

He is, much like others proxies, a reheated carcass. There is nothing human left in his body. But unlike them, Ben became an entity completely other, as his mind has merged with technology in a way that is now integral to his being

That said, he is also a lazy loser who hacks into porn sites because he gets off stalking the actresses when they’re off camera

Ben will do everything, BUT put his imense knowledge to good use

He drowns himself in carnal pleasure in a way to feel grounded instead

Because of his adamance in behaving, and most of all, appearing human, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell what an eldritch horror he really is

Ben is also very funny and sarcastic

He is very perceptive too. A lot of his jokes stem from observed behaviours, and notoriously bad habits from his friends and colleagues

Ben is a pretty nervous guy. He might convice you to loosen up around him, but he himself cannot relax if hes not alone

You’ll see him get along with his friends, act like the life of the party, and still go to the bathroom to ease his quick breathing every once in a while

Ben is all lazy smiles and niche jokes until you take him away from his natural habitat; watch him become Mr. Awkward the second he needs to step outside

Habits

Stalks his friends through whatever piece of technology he can find, just to have some leverage

Loves randomly mentioning what he saw or heard during a conversation very casually

“Oh, so like when you almost Venmoed 500 bucks to your side piece instead of 5.”

Mod to at least 7 reddit pages, and spends an awfull amount of his time answering stupid questions

Has about four shirts and two hoodies that he uses interchangeably during the week

Absolutely has spent a second and third week using them without washing because he forgot about it

Doesn’t leave the house. Ever.

Makes other proxies buy him his weed

Smokes like there’s no tomorrow, as well

Will not hesitate to crash your phone or any other device you use often if you get him pissed off

HUGE gossip

So many Discord accounts and groups it’s hard to even track

Loves to text through a random device to get people’s attention

“wanna light a joint”

And it’s green text on the visor of a random vending machine Jeff was getting soda from after a job

If he likes you

Slowly stops stalking porn stars and starts spending his time looking for you instead

Ben will be in your accounts, your cameras, your TV - fuck, he might even be watching through your fridge

Absolute voyeur

He gets off on watching you without your knowledge

But there’s also something special for Ben in seeing you put up a show in front of your laptop, for example, because you know he’s peeking

Will hack online stores to make up outrageous cupons for you

He’s scraping every last algorithm you interacted with, just to know what to gift you with

He loves your touch. Absolutely melts when you stroke his hair, and has a special interest in your hands. They are warm and living

Ben is also distant. He craves your presence, but oftentimes only knows how to express his love through the safety of a screen

Don’t expect him to come over to your house right away, or for you to have any kind of regular dates. With him, everything takes time. It will take patience and gentle pushing for him to even agree to leave his room at all

That said, he’s also making sure you won’t be getting distracted just because he’s a little slow

He’ll monitor who you talk to, and make sure to delete any “unwanted” contacts

Ben has absolutely driven a few people insane for talking to you longer then he did that day

Texts through whatever is near you as well. The difference is that he might say something a little more unhinged

“mi ssing thst ass so bad mommy sotp ignoring me”

And it’s on an ad displayer at your bus stop

Appearance

5’7, with shoes on. He says it’s a solid 5’9

Dull green hoodies, and loose shirts in neutral colors

Lots of baggie pants, mostly sweats. But if he’s feeling fancy, he’ll wear some loose cargo jeans. Mostly for the pockets

Boyish face, tall nose with a little bump in the middle

Wears colored chapstick to hide lips that have long ago turned blue

His eyes are often red from the weed, and his irises are of a dark, rich green.

Ben doesn’t have many physical scars like the others do, but you might find a few blue spots in his lips, nails, and slightly around his nose and eyes

Bright blond hair, overgrown and a little messy. Stops at about the end of his chin

Light skin, that aside from the discoloration, resembles pretty much that of normal human. Slight blush around the cheeks and all

NSFW

coming soon..

Tim | Masky

✦acts of service✦

✦words of affirmation✦

Tim derives a lot of self-worth and takes a hell of a lot of pride in being able to provide for you.

His career options have been totally decimated so he cannot provide for you financially, which grinds his gears to no end, trust him – but that doesn’t mean that he cannot come in handy in other ways now, does it?

Despite studying film and shooting for a position in the creative field in his very early 20s way back then, he is a naturally talented handyman. He just knows how to manage a household and effortlessly fits into that role.

Thus, he starts doing this for you unprompted. You’ve never mentioned that anything inside your apartment was bothering you… but Tim has an eye for these things.

He’s cock his head to the side while grabbing a drink from your fridge and raise his eyebrow at the creaky sound that emerged from this simple motion. Next day, he’d take that thing apart and repair it while you were doing your own things. He just feels so masculine and preens at every opportunity whenever you have a problem and the first person who’s told all about it is him. He likes handling these things.

Your comfort is a priority; if he can make your life just a little easier by sacrificing an afternoon, consider it done. It’s the least he could do after you eased his burdens, taking so much weight off his shoulders.

He’s also not unopposed to daily sweet talk, simply because he’s so charming. His compliments are dangerous and never fail to make your heart flutter. However, you don’t seem to realize that he’s getting far more out of this by watching your cute reactions than you are. He’d try acting unbothered by your sweetness but he always caves in without fail, spinning you around and looking at you with so much devotion in his eyes.

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Brian | Hoodie

✦gift-giving✦

✦words of affirmation✦

The psychology behind Brian’s tendency to shower you with gifts of all kind comes from a place of wanting to give back. It may sound pretentious or corny but he genuinely believes that he’s just giving back.

You’ve given him so much to live for that he desires to improve for you, to see an end to his nightmare and… be at peace. He doesn’t think he was the greatest catch when you’ve met and he still hasn’t told you all about his… circumstances – probably never will, to be frank – but you saw something in him he wasn’t able to grasp. He’s been Hoodie for so long that he kind of forgot how to be Brian.

Now he wants to catch up on lost experiences with you, thus the vast majority of his gifts aren’t actually objects but activities instead. Brian knows that he’s volatile and vanishes from time to time to protect you, so he wants to make your time worthwhile.

Getaway trips, things left on your bucket list, memories you’ll never forget – don’t worry, he’ll make it happen and he wants to leave his mark on your life. And you’ll have a whole photo album and home video to remember it forever. He certainly will.

You best believe that he’s going to love it if your bedroom is just littered with photos of you and him together, doing something he never thought he’d be able to experience ever again, a normal life. Your relationship might just be the best thing that’s happened to him in the last… decade.

Other than that, Brian absolutely adores telling you that he loves you… without ever saying those exact words. He builds you up and carefully watches your face light up at his words.

It’s just nice to know that you’re just as smitten… besides that, he cannot help but treasure your smile.

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Eyeless Jack

✦quality time✦

✦acts of service✦

Jack’s favorite way to spend time with is intensely listening to you. He’s basically obsessed with your voice, he thinks it has a melodic ring to it and is filled with so much love that he can’t help but feel like your good mood is infectious. You could be telling him about coworker gossip and he’d still nod and listen with intent like it’s straight up gospel, setting aside his book to fully focus on you.

He’s more of a listener, which is why he doesn’t mind if you want to talk to him all day.

His responses might seem clipped or disengaged but it’s just because he isn’t used to utilizing his vocal cords to that extent. And he does need to think about his replies when it comes to you. He’s become a bit of a blunt guy after working with so many dysfunctional people and he’s just starting to relearn proper social etiquette.

Even though Jack doesn’t mind the quiet from time to time and thinks it’s generally peaceful he really does prefer your voice over all else. It grounds him in ways he cannot explain.

Another thing he’s genuinely fascinated by is the fact that you… like him as he is, first of all. You have fallen for his soul and learned to appreciate his everything. He doesn’t get it because it’s so at odds with his own beliefs but he’d never try to argue with you about it – he’d be fighting a losing battle since you’re so stubbornly insistent about Jack’s positive qualities and traits.

He may despise himself but eventually has to come to terms that you don’t share the same view; in fact, you think he’s quite useful around the house because of his abnormal strength and senses.

He just lifts the couch off the ground with ease to vacuum clean the carpet beneath it, standing around casually as if this wasn’t impressive at all. Jack actually likes taking on household chores… because it makes him feel normal, human even. He loves folding the laundry and making the bed, he adores separating the waste and growing a basil plant in the kitchen. It’s domestic bliss.

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Jeff

✦physical touch✦

✦acts of service✦

Jeff’s an incredibly cynical person who openly sneers at public displays of affection because he’d rather throw himself off a cliff than seem like he’s gone soft. In private, though, he’s less of a menace. He’d also try to spin every remotely romantic gesture on you and act like you’re the sappy one – that’s just because he cannot admit it to himself that he does have somewhat of a soft spot for you. He hates that he does, he thinks it’s hilarious that a guy like him is even capable of thinking such a thing, but his dry sarcasm doesn’t make it any less true.

Jeff likes feeling you up, he’s always grabbing you somewhere as if you were a gigantic fidget toy, but it’s less sexual than you might think. Well, don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind if any of his actions lead toward intercourse because that’s simply where he feels most confident and isn’t as emotionally stunted, but he just likes being close to you.

You don’t try to swat him away, you don’t shift around – you just flash him that fucking knowing smile of yours and keep scrolling on your phone. Obviously, Jeff isn’t too pleased with your smug ass attitude, but he lets it slide, always rolling your eyes and making it seem like you’re obsessed with him and cannot even wait to jump his bones by landing on his lap… when he’s the one that pulled you in.

Setting Jeff’s ego aside, he’s a practical person and doesn’t need much to be satisfied. It’s a rare display of humility on his side. Naturally, he takes care of his stuff in his own way. Yeah, it looks beat up and rancid but that’s okay, he’ll keep stuff until it falls apart – unless it’s your stuff. Whenever he uses your things it’s left in even better condition that you remembered, without fail. The first time it happened you honestly thought Jeff broke your damn laptop and replaced it in secret, but messed with it to make it run smoother. Little things like that over time.

Worst of all is that he calls you insane if you ever genuinely voice your appreciation for him. It’s an open secret between you two.

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Laughing Jack

✦words of affirmation✦

✦physical touch✦

Jack needs verbal affirmations so he simply reciprocates. He’s not the best at communicating initially but a quick learner nonetheless.

He thrives knowing that you always tell him how you feel about him, especially because he just collapses when praised. It’s a cute sight.

There’s a promise underneath it all – he simply needs to hear it from you, every single day, that you love him and want to be with him. He adores it so much that he starts copying your routine and finds it outrageously romantic and sweet. Your words make him feel secure in his relationship and he wants to invoke the same type of warmth within you. You rebuilt his confidence and self-worth by believing in him.

Every single day, Jack walks around trying to think of something new to love about you. Let’s just say that he’s very creative and not running out of ideas anytime soon…

Equally as important to him is physical touch though. A warm hug here and there, a chaste peck, cheeky kiss or just linking pinkies – Jack’s here for all of it. While affirmations mend his mind, touch fixes his broken heart. It feels so good to be close to the one he loves with all his might.

He doesn’t understand most of his feelings since they’re so complex and bleed into one another, creating this weird cocktail of regret, delight, bitterness, bashfulness and other emotions that raise his anxiety and turn him into even more of a cuddle bug. Jack both hates that it took him this long to discover that feeling vulnerable in another person’s arms can heal you but is also painfully aware that he wouldn’t have come this far without you. You belong to him just like how he belongs to you.

The rest is of little importance.