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[despairat6oclock]

Merry Christmas, Please don't Call

GN! Reader x ChrisMD

Synopsis: Former lovers rekindle on a lonely Christmas Eve

Word Count: 1.0k~

Contains: angst + fluff at the end if you squint

Warnings: Usage of the term "Y/N", drunk Chris, kinda cringey bear with me

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Chris and I had broken up after being together for close to an online documented decade. Why? It seemed neither of us actually knew.

After the breakup, I had decided to find a place close to your old one in central London. As I was just as much in the content creating space as my past lover.

The summer has been hectic, having to find my own footing, pace, and peace alone. Finding peace within oneself was proving more difficult than any self-help book led on.

Tonight was the eve before Christmas, marking it off my calendar with a sigh. The snow falling upon the pavement outside marking it too late to go back home now. I wanted to avoid the bombarding questions I was sure to be met with anyways.

Mixing the last bit of the cookie mixture that would only serve one, a bottle of red wine close by. Its contents dip hidden below its wrapped label.

A sigh slipped past between my lips as I pulled my phone out of my apron pocket. Snapping a picture of the messy scene laid out in front of me for my Instagram. Putting the background music to the first Christmas song that popped up without much care before uploading it to my story. The array of notifications laid out neatly on the top of my phone piqued my interest. With comments from multiple media apps as well as a plethora of text messages from hours ago. One specifically catching my eye.

Not putting any meaning to the message before typing a simple corresponding message in return, no need for animosity.

Going back to my batter mix, setting the few doughy blobs into a tray and into the oven before leaning back and admiring the sight of my goods baking before the reverb of a knock on the front caught my attention with a slight jump in surprise.

Upon opening the door, I'm met with a flushed face, glassy eyed Christopher. With his hair disheveled and arm resting against the door frame as he panted erratically.

“Chris?”

I asked in confusion, head tilted while stepping aside just enough that if he wanted he could come in, he could.

“Please don't push me away.”

He practically pleaded, his free hand in front of him moving with his words.

“Are you ok?”

“I don't know."

Gesturing him with a simple hand gesture, “Please come in, you reek of alcohol.”

Stepping into my flat for the first time, being aware enough to close the door behind himself. Feet planted at the entrance as he took in the sight of the place decorated in a way that he knew was distinctly me.

Meanwhile I was back in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water I knew the man needed.

Hand on his back as I lead his swaying feet to the couch, forcing the glass into his hand.

“What brought you here?”

I questioned softly as I took a seat beside him.

“I actually don't know, I was supposed to be heading home with George."

“Should I call you a car?”

“No no, I'm good,” he spat out behind his water.

I nod, getting up to check on my cookies. If he didn't know why he was here, then he should be on his way soon.

“Do you have any plans?”

He speaks up as I walk away.

“For tomorrow?”

Chris hummed in approval.

“Not much, probably just an evening in.”

“Me neither, we should get breakfast.”

Giving a quiet laugh at his rushed words as I pulled the cookies out of the oven.

“Would that be appropriate?”

With a shrug and a smug smirk, I offered him more water. Which he gladly accepted.

“I like your place.”

“Thank you.”

“This couch used to be ours,”

He commented as he rubbed the cushion, a quick flicking grimace marked my features as I put my oven mitt back onto its pin.

“A lot used to be ours.”

Assuming the alcohol was now speaking for him rather than his brain, I continued my work around the kitchen.

“I had a lot of plans,”

He continued, still mindlessly messing with the fabric of the couch.

“I had a ring. Have. I have a ring. It was supposed to be your Christmas present.”

Eyes glancing at him from afar in intrigue and a bit of forced disinterest as I sip at my wine.

“i still carry it around with me, as if there would still be an opportunity for me to propose”

The ruffle of him reaching into his pocket and the click of the ring box opening was enough for my eyes to widen as I continued hiding in the kitchen as he continued his drunken rant.

“I don't even remember why we broke up, but I know it was my fault. Something about growing as a people. I was so ready to marry you.”

The sight of him gazing down into the velvet ring box like a sad puppy was enough to make me sigh and the darkness crawl back into my chest.

“Chris, you're gonna regret this in the morning, I'll call you a car.”

Tugging my phone back out of my pocket, I was quickly met with slurred protests.

“No please wait, a few more minutes.”

“Chris-”

“Please Y/N.”

Hands on my shoulders as I surrender to his defense. Shoulder sagging down with my head as it lays on the edge of his shoulder.

“You aggravate me.”

A chuckle that just screams he's smiling escapes his lips

“I know.”

“You should really go.”

Picking my head up to look up at him, his blue eyes meeting mine.

“Just a few more minutes, please.”

But this time instead of a plea, it was a smile and arms sneaking around my own. It wasn't much of a hug, but it still left his pinky rubbing the side of my palm.

“Just a few more.”

I nodded, trying to fight back a smile that matched his dorky grin.

Those few minutes turned into hours, and those hours turned into a night.

A night spent reminiscing under fairy lights and the background sounds of cliché Hallmark movies.

The snow didn't keep either of us in, but that would be the excuse used the next day when either of us were questioned the next day.

That Christmas Eve wasn’t spent with a lover, but the underlying feelings were more than a friend.

A/N:

This is my first bit of writing on here, so I hope you enjoyed it if you made it all the way down here!

I always accept advice, and even requests.

Cheers!

[despairat6oclock]

Mrs. MD

fem!reader x ChrisMD

Synopsis: Chronicles of your online presence as being the girlfriend of ChrisMD

Contains: sm!au

⤑ Face Claim: Jennie Kim

Warnings: drunk Chris + Arthur TV, use of y/n, cringy as always

[m.list]

Inspiration: @arthurhillmastermind

Tweeting mid-filming session while sitting outside a pub, a full pint in front of me I was not thrilled to start on.

“You're always on your phone.”

Chris started, a camera pointed at us as the other went off for a moment of bathroom breaks.

“Something needs to entertain me.”

Replying sarcastically as I power off my phone and place it face down on the table.

“Am I not enough?”

Chris bleated dramatically, hands smacking against the table.

Instead of replying, I decided to deadpan to the camera. A funny moment content wise that would add to this rather dull conversation.

Soon enough the others return and the jokes and mean comments disguised as jokes start firing rapid fire once again.

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“I don't get what's going on”

I inquired with a slurred vocabulary, Arthur TV and I walking closely behind the others. Both seemingly the lightweights of the group. We were now about half way done with the video and us two were already wanting to tap out.

“If you got a pound for every time you didn’t know what was going on, you would be like , ‘why am I getting all these pounds!’ ”

Cracking up at his own joke while the others pretended to find it completely unfunny, Arthur walked lopsided into a street sign pole.

The camera caught every moment of the drunk antics, the next pub’s lights now in eyeview as everyone laughed at Arthur's physical display of anguish.

At this distraction, an arm sneaks up behind me. Wrapping itself around my waist while pulling my close.

“Chris, stop!”

I squirmed in embarrassment as we waddled a bit behind the others the others, Chris’s chin on my shoulder.

“Love me!”

He whined drunkenly as I broke from his grasp, giving a dramatic act for the camera that was too busy focused on George and Harry.

At the last pub of the night, I was completely in a different realm. Often staring into the distance at nothingness before being forced to take a shot after losing a challenge I wasn't even paying attention to.

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youruser waiting for my invoice chrismd10

chrismd10 We're literally dating?

youruser I still charge for my services

user1 y/n in the next pub golf?!?!?

user2 we need more mrs md content on the channel!!

user3 so this is why we got that tweet-

georgeclarkeey what a handsome man. Chris is there too

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A/N: first try at a social media au (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠) , bear with me

[despairat6oclock]

Falling like Snow on the Beach

GN! Reader x Arthur TV

Synopsis: Two childhood friends cross the bridge they never thought they would while being snowed in.

Word Count: 1.0k~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: None really!

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Arthur huffed, arms crossed as he stared out of the cabin window. The snow is piling up more and more by the hour.

“So, who's idea was it to travel on the one weekend out of the whole year it would storm like this?”

“It's Chris’s video.”

Turning to face me, his arms beautifully sculpted as they sat perfectly crossed before his body. Looking down at me perched on the edge of the bed cluelessly.

I replied with a bored sigh, instantly regretting not packing a book or some other form of entertainment other than my phone and laptop.

I added, hoping to give him motive to do anything rather than focus on how everything isn't going to plan.

“You should change,”

“I changed back into my pajamas once we knew we weren't getting back out.”

Looking up at him as he looked down at me, arms falling to his sides as he nodded.

Walking behind me to his suitcase, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading into the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.

When he returned, I was lounging against the headboard. Remote in hand as I typed in my Netflix password.

Crawling into the empty spot beside me, Arthur now dressed in more comfortable attire sighed. Taking out his phone and typing out a message I could only assume was to the others we had traveled here with.

“It's going to be ok, Arthur. You're stressing over a video that's not even yours.”

Trying to reassure him, gently grabbing his hand and molding it around the remote.

Laying on his side facing me, arm beneath supporting him while the other was stretched out surfing through the TV.

Clicking on something and letting it play. Placing the remote right beside his faced down phone. Laying his head on his arm below him, while his free hand was now placed on my knees and toying with the furry fabric of my cartoon pajama bottoms.

He whispered, almost to himself more than to me.

Arthur's eyes followed each stroke of his fingers, his mind somewhere miles away.

“How long have we known each other?”

My answer matched his quietness, fingers combing through his hair in the way I knew cooled down his senses.

“Like sixteen years”

With eyes now meeting mine while he smirks, his fingers now tugging at the furry fabric.

“Remember when we dated?”

I spoke between small falls of laughter.

“For like a week when we were like fifteen!”

“We never technically broke up.”

Playfully deadpanning at him, “So what, we're still dating?”

“Technically.”

“Wow, we're going fourteen strong?”

Continuing with the joke for a while longer before both being sucked into the film playing.

Before long, our eyes started to droop as the snowy weather outside dimmed the light from outside.

Arthur's head found its way into my lap as my fingers stayed tangled into his brown locs.

Only an hour or two had passed when Arthur arose first. Rubbing his eyes drowsily while picking his body up from mine.

The room was dim and the TV had long stopped playing. With the sight of me slumped against the headboard rather than properly laying down made Arthur wince.

Wrapping a gentle arm around my waist with the other behind my head, softly dragging me down to lay comfortably against the pillows.

A sigh living his lips before laying back down beside me, using the last of the natural light peaking through to trace my features with his eyes.

From the curve on my closed eyes to the slope of my nose and the pout of the lips he yearned to touch with his own.

Arthur was convinced Chris had done it on purpose with rooming us together. He was always doing something.

The three of us had known each other far longer than our online careers showed, it was honestly a blessing we all were able to work together in a field none of us had expected.

And when her eyes fluttered open and Arthur's face flushed in a way he knew he'd been caught the second a small giggle left my lips.

And now, Arthur was sharing a bed with the girl he yearned for since his early teenage years for work purposes.

“Why were you just staring at me?”

I softly chuckled, my voice rough with just waking and no louder than a whisper.

“Just thinking”

“Of?”

Arthur wasn't quite sure what possessed him to answer in the way he did next, embarrassment creeping into his neck quickly after; the only answer he got was another soft giggle.

That small dribble of laughter made Arthur unsure if I was laughing at him or with him.

“You.”

“What about me?”

I was unsure when it happened, but the air around us turned intimate. Alone in this tiny room where all the outside forces couldn't and wouldn't affect us. My eyes drifted to his lips, his nose, and beautifully brown eyes.

Hand crawling along the space between his like a spider, pointer finger gently rubbing loose each of his tense knuckles.

With no answer and hand gripping at the sheets as to hold himself back, eyes searching mine for reassurance and a bit of something else.

“Show me?”

Encouraging with a nod, his face growing closer to mine.

Arthur's nose tickled mine, his forehead against mine as if this was his way of pouring every declaration of adoration that racked his brain into mine.

And mere seconds later the ghost of his breath mingled with mine.

His lips were soft and tasted of something sweet. The longer it went on, the more we molded and melted together.

One hand tracing my jaw while the other was laced with my own fingers.

This kiss wasn't lustful, or demanding, or persuasive for more. It was soft, passionate, sweet; it was lovely, it was love, full of it. The kind you read in books and wish upon a star for.

Pulling away was only to take in a breath before going back in.

And when we did separate, with swollen lips and flushed faces, it was to admire the state of the other.

His hands didn't grope at my body, and my hand was only laid upon his neck to bring him closer.

Arthur proclaimed, fingers squeezing mine in promise and conviction.

“I love you,”

“And I don't want to move slow, or at any set pace. Just give me a chance.”

He continued, eyes boring into mine that made my stomach flutter but also twist.

Simply responding with a nod and moving my face to rest against his once again, all the previous tension and stress leaving our bodies as we just lounged against each other.

Limbs tangled in a way to get closer, and whispers that would stay hidden in the dark and travel across light.

But, for now. Each flake with an exotic pattern that danced in the air was the correspondent for each drop of adoration that flooded our hearts.

The snow outside falls slowly around, and the next day would be shoveled by the staff of the building.

[despairat6oclock]

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔄𝔱 6'𝔬𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨'𝔰 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱!

Hello!

Here is a not so short list of things I'm currently into!

This also doubles as my list of things I'll ramble, write, chat or even theorize about!

Cheers ฅ^._.^ฅ

Video Games:

GTA Franchise

Call of Duty Franchise (specifically Black Ops 1 & 2 and the MW 2019)

Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

TellTale Walking Dead Series

Scarface: The World is Yours

FNAF Franchise

Minecraft

Mortal Kombat

Love and DeepSpace

Postal

ManHunt

Bully

DuskWood

Fallout Franchise

Halo Franchise

Danganronpa

And so much more, I'm a video game nerd haha!

Kpop:

BTS

Stray Kids

TXT

Monsta X

Got7

Ateez

Enhypen

Itzy

BlackPink

Asepa

G - idle

Twice

New Jeans

EXO

NCT (127)

Not really kpop but DPR, Dabin, Jackson Wang, Lay, WayV

And am also open for recommendations!

YouTubers:

George Clarke

Arthur TV

Arthur Hill

James Marriott

Willine

Memeulous

ChrisMD

Italian bach

Angryginge13

TheBurntChip

Danny Gonzalez

Drew Gooden

Chad Chad

Jarvis Johnson

DarkViperau

And so much more, I'm chronically online

Shows / Animes:

The Walking Dead

Death Note

Fruits Basket

My Hero Academia

Erased (anime)

Saiki K

Glee

The Vampire Diaries

Pretty Little Liars

Almost any terrible TLC-esque show

Book Series:

Harry Potter

Twilight

Crave

Shatter Me

Cruel Prince

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

Tokyo Ghoul

The Walking Dead Comics

And actually so many more, I love reading

[despairat6oclock]

as a girl obsessed with merry christmas, please don’t call, your last fic hit so good omg

Thank you so much (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I've been OBSESSED with that song since it came out, I just knew I needed to write something involving it!

[despairat6oclock]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔱 6'𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨!

𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖘: 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊!

Hello!

Welcome to my blog, below you can find why I made this blog, my rules, and a bit about me!

Cheers!

Why this blog?

I manly made this blog to interact with writing + write my own fixations!

What are the rules for this blog?

Being kind is so punk rock ⤑

Be kind to everyone, including yourself

I fully believe that if something just isn't for you, don't interact with it.

Don't be weird, you don't know anyone behind a screen and others don't know you.

Don't randomly trauma dump, please be considerate of others.

If you don't have the balls to say something IRL, don't say it online.

More will be added in the future if proven necessary!

Now, about me. tehe

I'm Despair at 6'o clock, or you can just call me Rae ^_^

I'm absolutely a music Fein. From kpop, to toxic masculinity rap, to trashy pop, pop punk, hip-hop, musicals, I'll listen to anything!

A book nerd and a video game nerd, I love over analyzing anything and everything.

My favorite movie is Grease ✧.*

I collect just about anything and everything;

Books, rocks, homies figures, CDs, records, Funko, dolls, Lego, knick knacks. Almost everything.

I'm oddly fascinated with abandoned Disney animatronics and CEC animatronics.

I have the basic coding skills in HTML, Java, and Python!

I'm a sucker for any cliché, they have my heart.

Although I love a good romance book, I can't stand romantic shows / movies at times. They sometimes irk me.

Absolutely adore horror / thriller movies though.

Any absolute zombies in media fanatic.

And I'm a fanfiction writer, kinda cringe, but cringe is freeing.

Thank you!