The One (Cry x Reader)

Chapter 4

It was now November 31st and you and Cry's relationship has been going strong. He's been inviting you over to his house on Saturday nights for stream, occasionally letting you on. He likes giving you little random pecks on the cheek, holding your hand, and doing everything a perfect boyfriend would. In the morning he'd text you a good morning message and at night he'd wish you a good night. But one Saturday morning you awoke to the smell of fire instead of the sound of your phone going off from a text message. You awoke with a jolt as you ran downstairs and saw smoke coming from the kitchen. The fire alram hadn't gone off so you figured maybe it was nothing. Walking downstairs you saw your dad in the kitchen waving around a potholder to clear the smoke. Joining him you grabbed a dry towel from the sink.

"Good M- *cough cough* Morning ________" Your dad said.

"Same to you" You said trying not to breath in the fumes.

Soon the smoke cleared and your dad walked over to the toaster.

"What happened" You asked

"I tried to make toast....." He said. He paused "Dooont tell Mom!"

"Dont worry I wont." You reasured him.

Walking back upstairs you looked at your phone and saw had Cry texted you.

Cry<3: 564-829-28463

Good Morning Sunshine! How's my beautiful girlfriend this morning?

That made you smile and giggle a bit. He's sent plenty of texts before and every time the reaction is the same.

You: Good. My dad almost tried to burn down the house by making toast.

Cry: Dont blame the man. Men cant do anything right.

You: Thats not true! You are perfect.

Cry: Hey i was wondering ________ if u would wanna come over tonight for stream? Also could you stay over the night?

You: Pfftt. Yeah sure, my parents dont rlly care where i go.

Cry: Coooooooool.

You've stayed over at his house multiple times before. Why did he actually ask you if it was okay this time? That thought stayed in your mind even when you arrived at 8 o'clock over to his house.

You set your stuff down in his room. He was in his normal spot on Saturday nights, sitting at his computer trying to negotiate with OBS.

"Fuck you," He said to his monitor now turning a pale white indicating it was processing.

"Oh hey _______!" He said spinning around in his chair.

"Hey. Need some help?" You asked.

"Naw im good just trying to get OBS working before stream tonight. The damn thing keeps freezeing" He said turning and giving the monitor the evil face.

"Aw its okay. Oh i didnt see the video, what are you playing tonight?" You asked, kinda embrassed a little at the fact you didnt watch one of his video.

"Ah its okay, it went up kinda late anyway. Its zombie night! Contagin with Mods, Left for Dead 2, and Dead island Riptide, then for windown Snake and Russ wanna play Organ Trail." He beamed.

Now leaning forward in his black spinny chair, he faced you smiling through his mask. The 3 seconds of awkward air made you blush and chuckle a bit. You tried not to look at him becuase that would only cause more awkwardness. You hopped on his bed, decorated with blue and black plaid sheets and blue pillows. Pretty basic compared to your room but it didnt really matter much. He eventually spun back around and grumbled at his computer as you looked around the familiar room filled with The Evil Within, Assassins Creed, and Zombie posters. The walls where a dark blue and the only thing that stood out in the room was his giant computer and desk set up. Bright green light poured from this Razor keyboard and matching mouse. Multiple red lights came from his mic, speakers, and other wires. Even though his desk was a light brown wood desk the black, metallics, and lights over-did the basic stand.