Super secret x reader side blog. I am cringe but I am free, but it's only Waterboy right now. I will update this more once I have more than just a couple posts.
*Gender neutral reader. Reader is a gamer teehee, Herman wants to show support for your interests but it's kind of hard when you can't really touch any devices or electronics for too long. I think he'd enjoy backseat gaming since he can't really... participate. Fluffy, slice-of-life. Friends to lovers? Friends that are totally into each other but they're both dense and probably autistic. Idiots in love type beat. No use of Y/N.
"What?" You gave an inquisitive look to the lanky redhead looming near you. His bare feet shuffled against the floor, insecurity flashing behind his eyes for just a moment.
"I-uh, can't play... video games, becau—y'know, water. I wanted to-to watch you play instead." Herman bit his lip, brows slightly creased, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wringing his hands out as though he had asked an incredibly loaded question.
A smile teased the corners of your lips, "You don't have to look so scared about asking, you know. I just didn't take you as someone who'd be into games I guess." You turned back to your laptop, scrolling through what you had downloaded at the moment, "Did you have something specific you wanted to watch me play? Or is whatever fine?"
"Any-whatever, is fine, I—uh, don't know a lot about... video... video games..." He trailed off. You wordlessly scooted over to make room for him, leaning over the side of the couch to grab a couple of the spare beach towels you had for when Herman came over; He was a great friend, but you still didn't want all of your stuff soaking wet. Methodically, you laid one of the towels out next to you, draping the other over the back of the couch, both folded over for extra protection, and gestured for him to sit. He clambered over next to you, practically throwing himself into the spot you had made for him.
"Any?" you look at him again, "Even the scariest horror game I've got on here?" You wiggled your fingers towards his face, comically emphasizing the spooky factor.
A slightly unsure expression graced his features as he processed your words, "I can, I'm—I'm a hero! I can handle any—it, anything." He brought his legs up onto the couch and sat crisscrossed, getting more comfortable, "I want to see—know, what kind of games you like. You've mentioned you play, but, uh, never—never what."
A hum of acknowledgement left you as you nodded a bit, "Huh, I guess I never really talked about it much. Just didn't seem interesting enough I suppose." You trailed off, finger dragging along the trackpad, scrolling through the list of games again. Herman wanted to speak up about your comment—it was totally interesting and he could listen to you talk about anything literally all day, and frankly he thinks its a shame you keep so many of your interests to yourself—but you continued before he had the opportunity to respond, "How about this one?"
His gaze moved to the laptop, the title screen for one of the Resident Evil games illuminating the dim room. He nodded and you scooted just a little bit closer so he'd have a better view.
You were both screaming. Running for your damn life through the god forsaken map trying not to get caught. You had chosen Biohazard (always good, a classic), and while your screams were mostly for the amusement factor, Herman genuinely seemed somewhat terrified. Hauling ass into the safe-room, you paused the game to turn to him, laughing, "You all good?"
He was paler than usual (impressive), curled slightly in on himself with his hands brought up over his face, peeking through his fingers; but as he looked at you flashing him one of the brightest smiles he'd ever seen his face quickly flushed red up to his ears. Not only that, but the two of you had managed to scoot even closer throughout the duration of gameplay, almost shoulder-to-shoulder; close enough that he could feel your body heat radiating off of you, but just far enough to keep from drenching you on accident.
"I'm, yep! I am al-okay—I am all good!" He strained, his nerves quickly being replaced with a different kind of fear. Despite it, he gave a genuine smile to you, nudging your shoulder just a bit to encourage you to keep playing, praying to whatever forces there might be that you didn't notice how red he was, or nervous, or damp.
You did notice, naturally, it's hard not to. However, luck was on his side today as you simply figured he was freaked out by the game and embarrassed to be caught scared. You resumed your gameplay and allowed your leg to bump against his, moisture be damned. A small, shaky smile reached his lips as he continued to watch, sneaking glances at you when he was absolutely sure you were 100% focused on the game.
As time continued on you paused the game again and stretched your arms above and behind you, some pops announcing themselves as you rolled your shoulders and sat more upright, "I think I'm all Evil-ed out." You looked over at him, "Should we play something different? Or an entirely different activity? Ohh we should watch a movie!" Before deciding on anything yet, you opened task manager quickly and looked over at the clock on your screen, "Shit, it's late, you have to get back to your grandma, right?"
He seemed conflicted and a little deflated at your words; he could stay here forever, he'd love to watch some shitty movie with you even if you'd periodically throw popcorn at the side of his head (you did not escape this action un-popcorned, by the way, he got you right back and it was soggy). Still, he loved his grandma and she kind of needed his help, the both of you had work in the morning too…
Pushing the laptop closed, you stood up and stretched again, turning to him, "Did you want help getting your stuff or a ride home or anything? I don't mind." A question weighted with the illusion of choice, you were going to help him regardless of what he said. "I know you're going to say no, but I'm helping anyway." You announced before leaning down to grab his bag, waiting for him to slip his shoes back on before handing it to him.
A bashful smile crept across his face, "I kind of figured—had a feeling, you'd help. Help me. With, uh, my-my things—stuff, that is." He slung the bag over his shoulder, continuing, "I don't, you don't have to drive me home. Don't worry about it. Did you want me to, uh, c—wipe, clean? Where I was, sitting, it's...it's wet..."
You gave him a playful punch on the arm, "You! Don't worry about it either, that's what the towels are for." You grinned up at him, walking him to the door, "I'll see you at work tomorrow?"
"Yes! Def—always—why woul—um yes! See, I'll see you then!" You pulled him into a quick side hug and he may have stopped breathing for a second.
"Let me know when you get home safe." You told him, gently pushing his shoulder. Warmth bloomed in his chest at your words.
"Always." He gave you the biggest, dorkiest smile you'd ever seen, giving an awkward salute and turning to head back to his home.
You waited until he had disappeared out of your line of sight before closing your door.
Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure, I’ve spent so long lurking and finally caved after reading the other one of these.
*Gender Neutral Reader and maybe a little gross? Vomit mentions but nothing that would be surprising given his power.
I have never written such a thing I am open to suggestions.
𓆝⋆.˚ Just look at him and tell me he wouldn’t want a thickie partner. We desire what we lack or whatever. He IS the stereotype.
𓆝⋆.˚ He finds himself drawn to those sort of softer features; the curve of your belly and gentle roundness of your chin contrast with his slender figure and sharp features so well, it drives him insane.
𓆝⋆.˚ Poor, pathetic Herman spent so long ogling you from afar, he was honestly both terrified and infatuated by you. The first time the two of you actually spoke was in the break room, greeting him from your spot in front of the coffee maker as he lugged the janitor’s cart behind him. His eyes widened as he whipped around to see if you were talking to someone else…
You stifled a yawn as you stared down the abused coffee machine that found home in the break room, waiting on your brew. The hinges of the beat door creaked as it opened, your eyes darting to the motion in your peripheral as the janitorial cart poked through the doorway, followed closely by the janitor himself. He was hard to miss in his brightly colored… wet suit? It looked like the same sort of material, but you weren’t sure; regardless, the saturated blue and yellow was striking, especially on someone so tall and lanky.
Waterboy, you were pretty sure his name was, though you haven’t really had a chance to interact with him as he was so new. You’d seen him around though, again, he was pretty hard to miss. You raised your hand to wave and gave a casual, but mostly polite greeting to him.
As soon as the words left your lips his eyes widened behind his goggles as he whipped his head around, checking behind him and scanning the rest of the break room.
“Oh! Uh, you’re talking to—hello to-to, me?” He gestured to himself as he asked, voice cracking and an almost bewildered look in his eye upon finding the rest of the room vacant.
“Uhm. Yeah, hello to you.” You replied somewhat matter-of-factly, a slight chuckle lilting your words. You look back at the coffee machine, eyes tracing the stream of brew pouring from the top into your mug.
He paused for a moment before continuing into the room, waving back, “Hey—Hi-hello! To you, also..!” He cringes a bit at his words as his hand drops back to the cart. You give him an awkward smile and a nod, trying to come off as—reassuring maybe? Not threatening at least.
He moves to start clearing the fridge of old food and other undesirables and your coffee finally finishes. You turn to him again as he rifles through the shelves, “Could you pass me the creamer while you’re in there?”
“Uh, yes! Creamer, in here. The creamer in the–here you are, for you.” He seemed flushed at the request, but you were pretty sure he always looked like that if his demeanor was anything to go by; nervous and wet. You thanked him as he passed it over, almost dropping it as it prematurely slipped from his hand and barely reached yours. He let out a shaky chuckle and slightly too toothy grin as it safely passed to your grip, water beading down his chin, then turned right back to the fridge and stuck his face just a little too far in there to hide his rapidly reddening cheeks.
𓆝⋆.˚ The poor guy was mortified. His ears burned and he felt like he was going to vomit. He finally talked to you and it went like THAT?! Right after you left to head back to your desk he was kicking himself.
𓆝⋆.˚ You probably started chatting him up more as you saw him around more often; passing through the halls, in the break room, whatever.
𓆝⋆.˚ I’ve completely lost my train of thought, we’re skipping to the fun stuff. Established relationship by this point.
𓆝⋆.˚ He’s a tits and tummy guy, hands down. Tits gender neutral by the way, he’d thirst over any/all of it. Easily one of his favorite places to rest his hands. Any sort of muffin top too he’s a goner dude he’s so down bad.
𓆝⋆.˚ Also, back rolls? He thinks it’s the perfect spot to slot his hands into, why would they be there if not for grabbing?
𓆝⋆.˚ Likes to run his fingers along your stretch marks, does it like he’s trying to commit every dip, scar, and mark to memory (he is). He is so so so gentle always, made you cry the first time he did it…
Pleasant sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds. Herman’s hands gently traced mindless shapes along your bare back and hips, slender fingers following the grooves and bumps of the stretch marks that crawled up the sides of you. A deep breath came from you as you started to wake, and a small giggle escaped as his hands brushed over a particularly ticklish spot. Grabbing one of his hands, you softly bring it away from your sides and to your lips, planting kisses along each of his knuckles. Heat rose to his cheeks, his face down to his neck turning red. Water pooled in the plastic covered bed, but you didn’t mind all too much. His free hand continued its journey mapping your body, a content sigh leaving the both of you as you settled back into him, water gently dribbling down your skin from his fingertips.
𓆝⋆.˚ Loves resting his head where your chest and belly meet. It’s soft and warm and I think he’d be a little into hearing your insides; it’s grounding, you’re real and alive and have a pulse and skin and you breathe and everything! He’d crawl into your skin if he could.
𓆝⋆.˚ Spewed water like he just got out of a centrifuge the first time you guys had a pool date. You were horrified, already insecure and now he just barfed up water about seeing you in your swimsuit? You knew you were big but you didn’t think it warranted a vomit about it. So much backpedaling from his end, accumulating in some fumbled cross between an apology and a compliment. He’s just scared and thinks you’re so so hot please be nice to him.
𓆝⋆.˚ Hnmgf he’d be all over you literally all the time, as much as you’d let him at least. HOWEVER, not too big into PDA. Hand holding and a chaste kiss are all well and fine, but anything more in public would probably kill him. I think he just wouldn’t survive the aura of it, like he’d get vaporized on the spot.
𓆝⋆.˚ In private? Monster. Pervert. Horrible beast. His nasty little wet paws are all over and you can’t stop him. Probably gropes your stomach the worst, absolutely loves the lower pooch. Chest is a close second, he’s so terrible. But it just fits so perfectly in his hand! Like you were made for him!
𓆝⋆.˚ Loves to kiss all over your face and tummy, also loves it when you kiss all over his face back. Unsure how he’d feel about a tummy kiss, depends on the circumstances methinks. Drools on you as well. Like a lot.
𓆝⋆.˚ Also an enjoyer of resting on your thighs as well as tucking himself up under your arm, I’m talking full nasty his face is all up in your armpit. When you ask him about it he just says it smells like you in there (no shit???).
𓆝⋆.˚ Everything about you is just so appealing to him. What’s not to like?
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