#glowingpotatoes

// sorry this took so incredibly long!! I know i messaged you about being on vacation, but this took longer than expected and i so dearly apologize!!

Also, im so sorry you’ve been feeling down lately. Hopefully you feel a bit more like your (as it seems to me) upbeat and excitable self. I hope this lil piece of crappy fanfiction helps!! Remember that my messages/ask box/everything is always open and i’m always here to talk if you need it!!//

Warnings: Fist banging, a mean boss, stress, anxiety, crying, high tension, overworking, use of the word ‘douchewad,’ very mild cursing, light injury mention

(also, please note that this is based off how i react during a stressful time, and may not be accurate to your own feelings!!! im sorry, lovely!!!)

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You banged your fist angrily of the hard wood of the desk for sixth time in the last hour you’ve been here, at your office job, working overtime.

It all stems from the fact that your boss is, in both your and Anti’s personal opinions, the biggest douchewad to have existed in the past millennium. When you missed three days due to dealing with personal mental problems and lack of will to even get out of bed, he denied you an extension for a project due tomorrow. This resulted in the days worth of work piling up, and you knew that completing all of it by tomorrow would be utter hell.

You had started a bit of your project before you hit your slump and took your leave, but not nearly enough to be able to finish it by the beginning of tomorrow. That is, unless you stayed overtime, and even then, you had to hurriedly fill out papers and type with shaking hands in order to finish your work, pulling at your own hair in frustration. So, feeling as if you had no choice but to spend tonight in the dark, empty space of the office, you stayed.

Technically, you were supposed to get off work at 5 o’clock, yet it was approaching 10 o’clock by the time Anti, your blessed saving grace, finally arrived. He showed up because you hadn’t come home that night, and stopped answering your texts and calls, due to you putting your phone on the opposite side of the room in hopes of getting yourself more “in the zone” and trying to finish your work as quickly as possible.

You were slumped over your computer, knuckles lightly bruised from your desk-banging, and eyes red and swollen from crying when Anti walked in to your office. He stood leaned against the doorway for several moments in silence, waiting for you to look up at him. When you did, he sighed at the sight of your reddened eyes.

“Grab your things,” He said as soon as he noticed your exhausted muscles causing your hand to only sluggish flutter over your keyboard as opposed to actual typing, “We’re leaving.”

Immediately, you straightened up, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at the piles of work you still had left to complete. You rubbed at your knuckles, tears slipping out of your eyes as every horrible thing came crashing down at once.

You were still in your slump, you knew, but couldn’t afford to acknowledge it and take any more days off work. The piles of unfinished work were just snowballing and it was suffocating you, pushing you under the surface of sanity. Your mind was shot, as was your body, and you couldn’t help yourself as you let out a sob.

“Y/N,” Anti said gently, walking forward, taking your cold, trembling hands in his warm ones, “Let’s go.”

“I can’t,” You protested weakly, attempting to push down the exhausted emotions threatening to overwhelm you, “I still have so much left.”

Anti sighed, pulling you in for a tight hug, letting you sob into his shoulder, tearings falling onto his shirt. He rubbed your back gently, swaying you both slightly as he comforted you.

“There’s still tomorrow, Y/N. You can get it done tomorrow, it’s okay,” Anti said, voice soft and reassuring. The negativity in your mind didn’t allow for his comfort, and you pushed it him away slightly.

“N-no, it’s due tomorrow, Anti,” You said shakily, sitting back down in your office chair, “I won’t have time to do it before I turn it in.” You rubbed your hands over your face, trying to clean yourself up a bit before you settled back in for many more hours of work.

“I can talk to your boss, he’ll listen to me,” Anti said assuredly, before his eyes took on a subtle malicious glint, a small, wicked grin growing on his face, “He’ll have to.”

You chuckled slightly at Anti’s willingness to protect you, before you turned back to gaze at your paperwork. Thinking logically, if Anti could convince your boss to let you have just one more day, you could complete the project by the end of tomorrow’s work day, and turn it in the day after. Granted, the rushed nature of it probably would get you called into his office for a rant on the “lack of quality,” but at least it would be done.

You mulled it over in your head, looking between the papers sprawled out in front of you, and the soft, pleading expression on Anti’s face. Sighing, you gave in, gathering your papers and sliding your laptop into it’s case, before standing again, and walking towards Anti.

He pulled you in for another hug, holding you to him tightly. His heart was slow and steady, and it calmed your own racing one, allowing your exhaustion to finally kick in. You limply put your forehead on his shoulder, leaning on him.

“Just relax, Y/N,” He began, voice smooth and slow, as it he were speaking through a jar of honey, “Everything will be okay. You’ll get out of this slump, you’re complete your work, and you’ll do a great job at all of it,” He said this confidently, and you smiled softly, “I’m so proud of you.” He stroked your back again, and you soaked it in, letting the warmth of his hands warm your cold body, frozen from many dark, cold hours in the office.

He pulled away slightly keeping you an arm’s length away, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. He looked you directly in your eyes, and you could see the genuinity shining behind his own.

Ahhh I’m doing pretty good!!! Thanks lovely!!! How are you??

// okay so um im about to write this and idk where im gonna go with this and im in school lmao wish me luck!! And heyo, nice to get a prompt from you again! Hope you like this!

(okay so I just finished this and im sorry if this doesn’t fit you at all?? i deal with some anxiety problems and i kinda accidentally projected them into this im so sorry) //

tw: anxiety problems, questioning.

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You nibble on your lip and wring your hands together anxiously. You glance worriedly at the clock near the doorway of which you’re standing in. It now read, in steady, glowing numbers, that it was one-fifteen in the morning.

You sighed, your breath coming out shaky. You needed to leave the house, at least for a little bit. Hopefully Anti would understand. Hopefully, if he did wake up, he would see your anxiety and let you go without question. If you were lucky, hopefully he wouldn’t notice at all.

Of course, that was all too much to hope for.

“Going somewhere?” Anti’s voice was croaky from both sleep and his usual glitching, yet it was the perfect voice of authority. It was strong, assertive, and held a dangerous mix of concern and feigned nonchalance. You winced.

“N-no.” You knew, you knew it was better to tell him the truth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Oh really? Then what are you doing, standing near the door, with your keys, at almost one-thirty in the morning?”

You couldn’t lie to him. You couldn’t.

But you did.

“Nowhere. I was just checking to m-make sure the door was locked,” He gives you a doubtful look, “F-for security reasons, you know?”

It’s a pathetically weak excuse, and you know it, but you have nothing else to offer him but a shaky smile and stuttering words.

“Don’t lie to me,” His voice is blunt, and you flinch slightly. He notices this, and you watch, horrified, as his slides his hands down until they notice your shaking hands and fidgeting movements.

Your anxiety.

“Don’t lie to me,” He repeats, softer this time, “What’s wrong? Where were you planning on going?”

You swallow thickly and consider just walking away, leaving the house and the conversation, but push the option out of your mind. Even if you did leave, he’d be waiting when you came back. Or, worse, he’d follow you.

You take a deep breath.

It’s time for the truth.

“I needed to leave,” At Anti’s hurt look, you hurry to continue, gesturing with your hands a bit,, “N-not because of anything you did, of course. Just… sometimes things - places, especially - become… too much for me, and I need to leave,” When you get no reason, you stumble on uselessly, “This w-was one of those times.”

Anti’s lips purse and your anxiety grows at the silence that has since consumed the room. It wraps around your throat, making it harder for you to breath. Suddenly, he moves forward.

He wraps you in a tight hug, and the warmth of his body pushes away the pressure of the silence. You relax slightly, and, although you can still feel the buzz beneath your skin, it feels more bearable with him near.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers, and then immediately shakes his head. “No, that’s the wrong question. I know why; you were scared. But what were you afraid of?”

“I…” You’re at a loss for words. You want to tell him that you were scared of judgement, scared of him seeing you as weak, or lesser, but none of that makes sense anymore. Of course he wouldn’t see you as lesser, he’s never seen you as anything but strong. Him knowing about your problems wouldn’t change that.

“Look, we can talk more about this later,” Anti interrupts, sensing your hesitation, “But for now, do you still need to leave?”

He asks it like it’s no big deal. Like it’s not the single biggest sign of acceptance and comfort he could of gave. Tears well up, and you nod.

He smiles at you, teeth showing in a way that’s so genuine and rare that you shakily smile back.

(let’s pretend that this was not written in a short time span of 20 minutes while i was slightly depressed and super cold)

this was an extremely interesting prompt, honestly. i’ve never written an X Reader fic before, and have read maybe one or two. so this was very fun to try! hopefully, this explains why this may sound stiff or weird! i’mvery sorry but i hope you enjoy this! also, i very much appreciate the respectful-ness of your prompt! lots of love for you too!

(ps: i got the vibe that you wanted this to be romantic but i wasn’t 100% sureso this is kind of bordering on romantic, but can be read as platonic, i suppose. also, while i did intend for a fem!reader, i guess it can be read either way. i hope that’s okay!)

for the lovely @glowingpotatoes

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Anti slips into the house with only the soft jingly of his keys. Vaguely, you hear the sound through your dreams, but it simply bleeds together in one mess of swirling images in your mind.

Anti takes off his shoes and coat, shaking the light dusting of snow off of the thick material. Soon, he’s left in only a t-shirt and sweatpants, and the house seems much colder. He suddenly realizes why you’re bundled tightly in a layer of blankets.

You continue to sleep peacefully through the movement, letting out soft inhales and exhales of breath. You hair is ruffled from sleep, and some of it has fallen in front of your face. Your limbs are awkwardly sprawled out across the couch, and Anti’s eyes soften as he looks at you.

Anti walks over, his footsteps soft, and his glitching noises quieter than usual. The scene in front of him is peaceful, but he knows you need to get to bed. Otherwise, you’ll be sore, stiff, and grouchy in the morning. He gently shakes your shoulder, his hands still cold from the frigid temperatures outside, and you groggily pry open your eyes.

“You need to go to bed,” His words are bordering on too blunt, but the quiet nature of his voice and the feeling of his hand brushing your hair out of your face softens them.

“Come with me.” You don’t mean to say it, but your half-asleep mind can think of nothing other than the idea of a warm body sleeping near yours, and your voice is croaky as you make the statement.

Anti’s face glitches for a moment, and you know that, if the light weren’t as dim as it was, you’d be able to see a faint blush on his cheeks. He shifts, unsettled, for a long moment. However, despite his obvious embarrassment, Anti nods.

You smile softly, and he offers you his hand. You gratefully take it, still not quite awake enough to stand up on your own without stumbling. He pulls you up and gently leads you to the bedroom. You are quick to curl up under the sheets, your favorite blanket wrapped tightly around you.

The short walk to the room reminded you of the cold temperature of the house, and you shiver as you bundle yourself up underneath the covers.

Anti stands near the door for a moment as you get settled, and you almost think he’s going to leave. However, he stays and walks towards the bed, rubbing his hands together as an attempt to warm them.

Without saying a word, fearful of breaking the peaceful quiet the room has fallen into, you make room for him, a silent invitation. He takes it gratefully, lying down next to you and wrapping himself with the other half of the covers. You shuffle closer to him and poke his side gently. When he looks down, he sees you staring at him with wide eyes. Picking up on the hidden request, he rolls his eyes sarcastically, but still opens his arms for you.

You take the offer quickly, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your head on his chest. His arms wrap hesitantly around you, but they tighten securely once you let out a soft, content sigh. One hand rises up to run his fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes peacefully. Every so often, you’re jerked by his glitched movements, but they eventually fade away as he falls asleep, content.

You feel yourself beginning to doze off again as well, the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath yours and the sound of his soft puffs of breath lulling you to sleep. You dream of bright smiles and warm streams of sun licking at your skin. You dream of the taste of your favorite food, and the sense of happiness that comes with doing something good.