BMC: One Shots, Imagines, Short Stories & More

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one shot

Even though your gut instinct said no, this is absolutely ridiculous, your heart said yes. Of course, it was impossible he knew anyway, for this feeling was not something in your mind. Something he couldn't see to begin with. Though it was something much stronger.

Something he wasn't accustomed to, a withdrawn feeling. A tingle, a shock. Well, when it hits you.

But it has obviously not hit him to your misfortune, you would have to suffer blocking the thoughts and breaking your own heart. Just knowing that it was was impossible for any connection other than the mental connection you had with each other could occur, made you feel vulnerable.

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"Okay I get it, I was a complete pain in the ass last night! Just reactivate!" You yell out loud. "Come on my head is killing me, I need your help!"

"What? You're so helpless, you need me to instruct you on how to take some Advil?" Your SQUIP's voice boomed.

The man with curly brown hair, and crystal blue eyes showed up, currently dressed in a suit.

The pounds in your head got louder.

"Your headache worsened, correct?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"Me being here is taking over activity that is being occupied by your hangover. So I think I will deactivate for now Y/N."

And with that he was gone, momentarily.

Your SQUIP had every right to be cross with you. You had never disobeyed him as harsh as you did last night. After all, he never lets you go out. But when your arrived at the popular kid's party, you couldn't help but drink. Even despite his shouts in your ear.

Although it was a simple task you preformed, it caused glitches in your SQUIP for the rest of the night. That's not a very fun experience.

Of course, the fact he was extremely cross with you, hit you harder than he probably knows. You try your hardest not to disappoint him. Because honestly, you really really like him.

You sighed, tears brimming your eyes. You take the Advil, and plop back on your bed, falling asleep once more.

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You opened your eyes, your bedroom now dark due to the change of lighting. You basically slept your entire Saturday away.

You groan, headache now subsided and walked downstairs. Like always, your mother was not home. She was most likely at a bar drinking her life away.

Opening the refrigerator, you grab the gallon of milk, not bothering to pour a cup. You sipped in silence unnerved by the quiet held in your mind.

"SQUIP?" You mumble quietly, putting down the gallon. "I'm sorry. Truly, sorry." You continue.

"SQUIP?" More panicked now, you run back towards your room. "You can reactivate now!"

Your feet pace the floor. If he had left, you had nothing. Nobody to rely on, no real friends. No very handsome man to stare at.

"You're worrying me! PLEASE!" You try one last time. And after a moment of deafening silence, you burst into tears.

Falling maybe a little over dramatically on the ground, you sob into the carpet. He was gone. Officially. Was that even possible? You ease your body against your bed, crying now in your hands. You were officially alone.

"Why are you crying? Did I accidentally activate your tear ducts?"

You look up at the sound of the familiar voice, relief filling your body.

His eyes were still hard with anger.

"You didn't leave?" You let more tears slip. Why were you so dramatic?

His face softened. "Y/N, you though I left?"

"Yeah! I didn't know if it was possible and you weren't answering me.. so I just figured." You say. "And then I got upset because you're the only one I got, minus my very horrid 'friends'." You finally stopped crying.

You SQUIP sat down next to you, his face displaying he was in deep thought. "You were crying, because you thought I left you?"

You nodded a yes.

You admired the way his face contorted in confusion. He spoke up, "I-I would never leave you."

And then he did what you would least expect. He hugged you. He stood there awkwardly once he had his arms around you, but one you melted into his arms, he got comfortable.

"Thank you." You mumble into his chest.