I know you've already done 72; but can I request one for the other way around, like where the reader has issues with self-worth?
just when you all thought i redeemed myself from all that angsty shit i posted before, im back on my bullshit again
You sit uncomfortably on a broken speaker as you watch various artists enter and leave the studio, unable to speak in fear that you’ll interrupt them from their work. You try to make time go by quickly by playing a few games on your phone but the battery eventually dies, leaving you to sit there awkwardly while everyone else seems to be busy with their own affairs. You sneak glances at your boyfriend 2D from time to time, not really saying anything as you don’t want to disturb his creative process.
You can’t really blame yourself as you begged him to take you to one of their recordings for the new album, always secretly wondering what went on in the studio but after a few hours of sitting on the speaker in a corner, you concluded that you should’ve just left it as is, seeing as you weren’t really missing much.
Your head shoots up from your knees when you hear his voice approaching, you look at the door frame and see him enjoying himself, two cups of orange juice in his hand, as he laughs at something one of their many collaborators tell him. You awkwardly smile to yourself, feeling a bit down that he hasn’t said a word to you the entire time you were here and practically just left you to do whatever. You’re so caught up moping in your gloomy thoughts that you don’t even notice him walking up to you until you see a cup of orange juice in front of you. He holds the cup out to you, smiling and you notice he’s a bit roughed up. He speaks before you can question him, “I- I should’ve just held the coat.”
You give him a skeptical look, having no idea what he’s talking about but take the cup anyway, most of it’s contents being gone. He goes back into the studio and you sit there waiting for this to be over so you can go home already. Images of him laughing with other people flood your mind as you secretly wished you had that affect on him, never seeing him laugh out like that around you. Moments later, that really feel like hours to you, he’s finally done and the two of you exit the building and head to the car.
The car ride is uncomfortably quiet, you looking out the window while 2D drives in uncomfortable silence. When he pulls up to your house, he locks the door before you can get out. You look at him as he asks, “Are you mad at me?”
You sigh, wondering how he could blame himself over something so selfish of you, “No…” you begin trailing off.
“Did you… not have fun today?”
You bite the inside of your cheek before you turn to face him and ask, “Are you sure… you’re okay with me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why would you pick someone like me when you’re surrounded with people you have a lot more in common with? Wouldn’t you be happier with someone else?” You look down at your palms on your lap.
“No,” he says surely, “I’m-I’m happy with you. If anything… I’d much rather be with someone like you.”
You look at him again, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Y/N,” he says confidently and you can’t control the heat rising to your face. You rub your cheek on your shoulder before you ask, “Do you wanna spend the night here?”
“Only if we get to watch Dawn of the Dead.”
and then yall fuck i’ll start tagging everything again when this box is empty 32 more to go my friENDS. i got my 4th cup of coffee and gasolina blasting, i’m r e a d y