Uncle Samonsite Oneshots

Stressed out. 🔞

(Mr. Dad x reader)
(he has no canon NAME GRRR!!)
(Requested by: @Readerforlong )
(I was just a wee-bit tired while writing this so there might be mistakes.... gulp !)

You have been acquaintances with Jake's Dad from as far as you could remember. Stretching all the way back to when he went through his divorce, you helped comfort him through tough times and you would say you were his safe space. You never felt like he was just using you as someone to vent to. You spend the good and the bad together, and you have a lot of memories together. You could also admit.. he was kind of cute. Well, you never wanted to make a move and completely destroy the friendship you've built with him if he didn't feel the same.. it would absolutely crush you. Not only crushing your ego, but losing him would kill you. You were planning to go over to his so you could check up on both him and his son, you genuinely wanted to know if he was doing okay. You finally stretched, getting out of bed and taking a quick shower. You throw some clothes on, saving your shoes for last and lacing them up. (double knotting just in case!) You looked in your mirror and fixed your hair before leaving.

You smiled satisfied, departing from your home. He didn't live far, he lived next door actually. Speaking of, you always heard strange noises coming from next door. Like a song or something like that, but it never really bothered or crossed your mind until now, whatever It's probably nothing. You knock on his door, pushing down the excitement you always got before he opened the door. He opened the door, looking a little off. His hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, his glasses were crooked and he just looked anxious overall. "My god, Mr. Dad, are you okay? You look awful.." You say, with extreme worry in your voice. "Nono, I promise i'm fine! Please, come in." He says, moving aside in order to invite you in, moving his hair out of his face. "Huh.. I don't believe you." You say, letting out a nervous laugh.. It was hard to ignore though. "Here, uh.. why don't I pour you some.. off brand soda?" He looks down the floor as he says that, like it triggered a memory. At this point you were just confused, you reluctantly responded, "Yeah, pour some for both of us! then maybe you can tell me what's wrong, yeah?" You put your hand on his shoulder and he looks down from the floor, and up at you. Smiling a bit and then nodding. "Yeah. I like the sound of that."

He walks over to the fridge, as you sit down at the counter. he opens up the fridge with a swing, quickly grabbing a 2-liter of off-brand soda and a cup from the cabinet. He closed the fridge with his hips as his hands were full. You giggled a bit, even though he seemed out of it, his personality still seemed to shine through. He placed it on the counter you sat at, pouring it for you. You nod at him as a way of saying thank you, taking the glass in your hand, and you take a long sip. He pours himself a drink, shaking as he does so. "Hey.. are you.." You reach up to touch his shoulder, and he jumps, spilling some on himself. "Ah, no!" He looks down at his shirt in disbelief, kind of disgusted with himself. "Fuck, I'm SO sorry!" You say, putting your hands up like that was going to fix the mess on his shirt. You quickly run to his bathroom, grabbing a rag, and cleaning up his shirt. He sighs, "Man I'm so sorry i'm a mess today.." You looked up at him, only feeling pity. He speaks up again, "Here, it's fine.. I'll just get a new shirt." He walks to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. All you could do is ponder. What's up with him today? You walk up to his bedroom door, knocking. He opened it, a fresh new shirt on. He said, kind of done with everything that was happening today, "Yes. What do you need.." He says, kind of bothered. You fidget with your pants, then speaking up, "Do you wanna talk? It seems like there's something on your mind.." He lightens up a little, feeling kind of relieved you decided to ask, he then says, "Yeah I'd like that." He walks out of his bedroom and back to the kitchen, where the soda accident originally occurred. You leaned on the kitchen counter, looking at him while he stood there, his expression kind of just blank. "C'mon, tell me what's up.. I know something's wrong." You furrow your brows, thinking the worst of the worst. He rubs his shoulder, finally saying the thing that's been itching at his mind. "It's Jake.." Now that he's said that, you noticed that you haven't heard a thing from his room. Jake's dad then tries to wave it off, changing the topic, "You know what.. I.. just forget it dear! There are more important matters." He fake laughs, gripping the counter nervously. You lean deeper into the counter, a soft scowl on your face. "Nono, you can't drift the conversation! You have to tell me what's up or you're just gonna feel worse.." You try to reason with him, slowly pulling the truth out of him. He crosses his arms in defeat, "Fine, I'll tell you.. but I warn you. I'm gonna sound like a lunatic when you hear these words come out of my mouth." He warned you, you scoffed. How crazy could it possibly be.. "Hit me." You leaned deeper into the counter, now extremely interested with what words were going to come out of his mouth. "Well, as I've stated before.. It's about Jake but it's not really just that. You could probably tell he's gone, but you need to hear exactly how he disappeared.." He talked with his hands when he talked, taking in all the details of his body language as he spoke. You raised your brow, "Go on then." He seems mildly hesitant, "Well.. something took him." You opened your mouth a bit in shock, "What? Can you..specify?"