Teamiplier x genderneutral!reader

Homeless!reader x teamiplier

You tossed and turned on the uncomfortable cement and gravel beneath you. Your back sore from the rough ground and sharp rocks. Despite this you stayed put under the bridge, squeezing your eyes shut when the cars above you roared and shook the walls and ceiling. Sighing you turned over again.
And again
And again
And again
Frustrated you dig your already filthy hands into the dirt and pebbles beneath you, collecting dirt under neath your broken finger nails. You let the tears flow freely now, the ones you've been holding back for months. You're on your knees and the tears are collecting on the ground in front of you and it seems no matter how hard you try to stop crying you can't. Soft sobs and hiccups escape your body as you hold your head in your hands. You run your fingers through your hair and let them fall back down into your lap, tiredness soon spreading through your body.
Wiping your face, you slowly lay back down exhausted from the sobbing. Your eyes are closing now and you can't seem to fight off the sleepiness now. They flutter shut and your enveloped by darkness.

You awake to the sound of cars above you their engines roaring and their music blaring. You get up and begin to pack your things, planning on what to do next.
The park you decide.
It was a Saturday morning and it was the only place that was (ironically) not going to have a lot of people there. Sometimes you would swing in the swings and climb the rock wall enjoying the weather. Today was not one of those days.
Sitting down on the bench you tilt your head back and close your eyes, thinking of what to do. You hated begging, but it was the only way to earn money. It was impossible to get a job without a resume, and the school you were at kicked you out because you were "a disturbance to the other students"
You lift and your head and stare at the ground below you, your black boots dusty and worn compared to the smooth cement.

Suddenly you could hear voices approach you.
"Look dude, all I'm saying is that if you get hurt during this, it's Marks fault."
You could hear one of them laugh at the curly headed mans comment.
"I'm going to be fine Tyler." Said the one with blue hair.
The so called "Tyler" shook his head and grimaced "I swear every time you do one of these I always think it's going to be the one you don't make" the blue one laughed.
You tilt your head a little to see just exactly what the group of three were doing. Then the blue haired one leaned back and
Holy shit you think
He just did a fucking backflip.
Your mouth hung ever so slightly open
That was awesome!
You smile as you watch them talk.

Their really good friends you think to yourself becoming sad and slightly annoyed.
They have such good lives I bet.
Friends
family
the whole deal. You think sourly. You scoot back against the metal bench and cast your eyes to the ground once more.

Once again you could hear a voice in the distance. "GUYS" it shouted and you wince at the sudden loudness.
"GUYS, AMYS MAKING US FOOD."
Tyler rolled his eyes and as he turned around towards the source of the voice but instead his eyes land on you.
You freeze as his eyes bore into yours. You blinked and forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him to grow a sudden interest in your filthy worn out shoes. Still glancing every now and then at the three.
The female with long brunette hair poked the blue one "Ten bucks its spaghetti!" She said with a smile.
The blue one rolled his eyes "No way Kathryn" he replied with a whine. "I'm not making a bet with you, you always win. It's like your physic...it's scary!" He said protesting through her laugh.
"Whatever you say Ethan." She said with a happy sigh.

She turned towards Tyler "hey ty, whatcha looking at?"
Tyler looked away from you to face Kathryn. "Nothing it's just, did you see that person over there? They look pretty young to be homeless" Kathryn tilted her head towards you "yeah, but how do you know there homeless?"
Tyler shrugged. "Their clothes and hair I guess" Now Ethan was looking your direction to.

You started to feel sick at their words. You hated it when people talked about you like that, like you weren't there. Sitting up straighter you get up from the bench trying to get A's at away as possible. But it leaves your head spinning from the sudden movement.

You reach out to hold onto anything to support your dizzy body. Did I get up too fast? Or maybe it was because I haven't eaten anything in awhile? Was it because I was sitting there so long? Questions of why your world was tilting and turning and getting harder and harder to see, soon went out the window as your body collided with the rough cement.

This is just part 1!
Part 2 will come out later, love you!
<3

-Shannen