♡︎Oneshots(xReader)♡

Karl Jacobs || MB

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
Depression
Anxiety
Some strong language

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Hey hey, before I started I just wanted to say...
If anyone has moods of depression then it is okay to talk to someone! It doesn't have to be a therapist, it can be a close friend or something but...it helps a lot, trust me on that one.
Just remember that at the end of the day everyone matters, it doesn't make a difference on who you are or what you look like.
<3 <3 <3

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"Y/n? Hey?" a soft males voice pulled you out of the trance you had been put into as you began to blink and look around trying getting your eyes to focus properly. You feel a small poke to the cheek as you try to adjust your focus onto the seated man to the right of you, still feeling a bit disoriented. "Are you okay? Did you want to take a break? You've been staring at the keyboard for awhile."

Your heart pounds slightly at Karl's statement as you look at the bright screen infront of you, "Nah I'm okay, I was just thinking about how to beat your high score." You mentally sighed and forced a smile at him as you jab at his side in a joking manner before restarting the game to try and beat his score.

While you tried beating his score in every way you could, Karl was left in his own thoughts as he studied you, leaning on the chairs arm with his head resting on his hand. Your demeanour had changed; you were alot more mysterious than you had been with him before, you'd always be in your own world and sometimes it was hard to pull you back into the living. He looked towards the screen again trying to not make it obvious that he was trying to work out why you had been changing over the past few weeks. Your smile didnt seem as bright anymore, even now you were still hard to read; your smile looked strained and your eyes tired.

The room was held under a long silence before you broke it with a loud cheer, on the screen read a new best score of 6748. You punched Karls arm in a joking manner chorusing the words 'Ha I beat you, loser!' with a large smile on your face, yet something about it unsettled Karl.

It just wasn't your true smile.

Karl pouted at you but then started laughing at his own defeat, "Fine, fine. A deals a deal. Come on, I'll make us something to eat."

You both get up off his chairs and make your way to his kitchen to where you take a seat at his table as he starts searching for different foods.

He began making you both a sandwich with <favourite filling> in it and carefully cutting the sandwich just the way you like it. He gets two plates out, putting the sandwiches on them and walking to where you were sat to put the plate in front of you.

He picks up his sandwich, beginning to eat it as he watches you out the corner of his eye. You hadn't looked away from the wall in front of you and you didn't even notice the concern Karl had that was written all over his face. You seemed sad yet somehow emotionless; you wore your natural expression but your eyes told a thousand stories. It was an empty stare, something Karl had seen very few times before and it didn't sit right with him that you had the exact look.

"Hey," Karl put down his sandwich facing you entirely but you remained staring at the wall completely unfazed by Karl who was panicking on the inside. "Y/n please." His voice was stern but filled with worry and confusion as you began to blink furiously again as you looked around.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how hungry I was. You know I ordered a pizza the other day and the delivery guy was such an asshole, he demanded for more tips than I already gave him and I was so confused on what for, like did he want me to give him some tips on how to shut his whiny ass up or something?"