Felt ungodly, body aching tired and booted up desth stranding for the first time in a min. Drove into an off network spot and lost charge on a truck i was driving with a shit tom of cargo and decided to just let it charge with the sun and let sam lay down in the meantime. Felt weirdly comforted by his complaining and 'fuuuuck im tired' dialogue (and also the nature noises) and just layed down next to my deck while my guy also layed down. I think sam might be one of my favorite game protags just cause od how often i feel him given when i usually play games lmao
DS1 Higgs x Reader // 1.8k words // Who's Ready for Tomorrow - RAT BOY, IBDY
In which Higgs just can't leave you alone while you're at work.
Tags: crack, texting, established relationship, gender neutral reader, Higgs being an absolute PROBLEM
A/N: The first texting fic I wrote was an absolute joy to work on, so I wanted to give it another go!
Taglist: @starshinedowo @sanguis-ghouls-blog @mikaela-homura @raeyanetta @higgsmonaghanlvr @thehouseoflore @cosmiccomrade @higgstoucher (lmk if you wanna be added/removed! <3)
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You weren’t sure how it was possible, but work had somehow managed to get more unbearable. A stack of papers greeted you upon entering your office, and you knew you were going to be putting in overtime that night. Bridges often forgot that its workers were people with lives, after all.
It’d been a few hours, and the paperwork you had to check and log showed only a small dent of progress made. You groaned, leaning back in your chair. The clock told you it wasn’t even noon yet.
“Ugh…”
Ding.
Lifting up your wrist, you checked your cuff link. At the very top of your notifications list was the nickname you’d bestowed upon the greatest annoyance in your life.
Asshole.
Before opening his message, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself. You knew it’d be better to not even look, but curiosity’s a bitch, and presently, you could use the distraction.
so i need ur opinion on smthing
What is it, Higgs?
The reply you sent was read instantly. Three dots appeared, then disappeared numerous times. Your patience was starting to wear thin, and just as you were going to close your cuff link, a response at last chimed through.
contemplatin this
Attached to his message was a picture of his favorite gun aimed right at your facility from far away in a field.
The fuck is wrong with you?
they get u all day :( its not fair
I’m an adult with a job. Get over it.
so am i!!!
Being a terrorist does not count.
keeps me fed, a roof over my head… probably make more than u
You don’t make anything. Whatever you DO have is stolen.
semantics
Well, this was not at all pleasant. I’m going to get back to my job now, and don’t you fucking try anything.
sayin that rlly makes me wanna try smthing!
You rolled your eyes and slapped your cuff link shut. It wasn’t the first time Higgs threatened your workplace, and it wouldn’t be the last. So long as you were in that building, it was safe; you knew that, as did he. Though, it didn’t deter the man from being a pest.
Another dreadful hour passed as you worked through your stack of headaches and sighs.
Seriously? Can no one double check their work in this place?! Why are there so many mistakes… You thought to yourself as the idea of Higgs destroying your facility began to sound real nice.
Ding.
Speak of the fucking devil. You opened your cuff link, and took in his newest message.
u left me on read :(
Wanna watch me do it again? Say something stupid, please.
ur mean 2day. wats botherin u? or who~
Just usual work bullshit.
oh do i have the solution for u!
No. Considered it, but no.
y not?
Because I’d rather deal with this place than you all day.
:(
Need to focus now, so stop messaging me.
nah
No?
ya
Higgs.
me!
I will block your contact.
u wouldnt dare!!
Smiling wide, you pulled up his contact and swiftly pressed the block button. All messages disappeared, and you took pleasure in knowing the man was likely making a stupid face at his cuff link.
Your lunch break finally came, and with it, the smallest of reprieves. Part of you weighed the pros and cons of unblocking Higgs for just a few moments of entertainment. The cons, ultimately, proved to be far too much. You ate in the silence of your cubicle.
Ding.
A heavy sigh left your lungs as you already knew what awaited you. Some-fucking-how. Lifting your cuff link, you saw a notification from a number you did not have saved. Opening its message, it read:
ok. so. u dared.
Yup.
lets start over
What do you mean?
how r u :3
You rolled your eyes, and despite your previous pro/con list, gave in to the man’s antics. There was some time to spare, after all.
I’m tired.
u work too much
I thought we were starting over?
o ya. so like.. wat r u wearing
Yeah, no, we’re not doing that, either.
ughhhhh. okok. can i see u later?
Don’t know. Will probably be here late tonight.
>:(
Just how it goes.
not if i can help it
Higgs, we discussed this already.
yup. and im a terrorist, as also discussed, so i can do wat i want :P
Jfc.
love u!! :3
You cursed yourself for bothering at all and blocked his new number. Finishing up your lunch, you returned to your mountain of work and tried to put the man out of your head.
A few more hours passed and no new messages weaseled their way through on your cuff link. You figured Higgs likely found something else to entertain himself with for the time being, and were glad for it. Each time he reached out, it really destroyed your focus.
You typed away at your computer with a furrowed brow. The newest report you were logging contained a multitude of grammatical errors, and it was taking longer than expected to correct. A headache was building, and your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy.
Ding.
God, what now, you thought to yourself as an email came through on your computer. A silent prayer went off in your head as you hoped it wouldn’t be more work from a superior being added onto your plate.
alright so i can forgive the first time being left on read. but after i say i love u?! rlly?? thats low, even for u :(
How the fuck did he get access to my work email? You thought as you reread his message, trying not to panic over the weak cybersecurity of your facility.
This is my work email. Do not contact me through this. I will get back to you later, okay?
no, not good enough. my feelings are hurt now and i feel like smthing needs to be done over it :/
Are you five?
normally i like ur snarkiness, but rn it just isnt doing it for me
Boo-hoo.
mkay! was givin u the opportunity to apologize, but since u wanna be like that…
Before you could make sense of what Higgs meant, control of your computer was seized from you. Your mouse no longer responded to your inputs, and your keyboard was unable to type. You watched in horror as an email directed to your boss started to materialize before your very eyes.
This is my formal resignation. I would say it’s with great sorrow, but this workplace has become rather toxic for my mental health. I don’t wish you the best, as I honestly hate you and everyone here. I will be leaving today, and not coming back; I can’t spend another two weeks here. Truthfully, I hope the Homo Demens target this place next, as a pile of rubble would be an improvement over the idiocy that dwells within these halls. Goodbye, and fuck you.
You squealed as you pulled yourself from your stupor and jumped, sliding underneath your desk. Before Higgs could click send, you unplugged the damn machine from the wall, and slunk down to the floor.
What is his goddamned issue?!
A coworker passed by not long after, and questioned why your computer was off.
“Needs repairs,” was all you said in response. You were far too fearful to turn it back on for the time being. Knowing Higgs, he-who-never-seemed-to-have-anything-better-to-do, was likely waiting for the moment it came back online to send that life-ruining email.
Asshole. Really living up to that contact name right about now.
So, you were stuck doing things the old fashioned way. Your pen scribbled over each report, and your wrist soon began to ache. Every moment passed with all sorts of colorful curses directed at Higgs in your mind.
“Scuse me,” a man drawled from behind you. Unfortunately, you didn’t need to turn around to recognize the face it came from. However, the more alarming thought was how he managed to get there.
“What the hell,” you hissed, as you spun around in your chair and made eye contact with Higgs. He stood tall and proud in his stolen Bridges uniform at the entrance to your cubicle. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope,” he laughed. Pointing at your computer, he continued, “Determined, I see.”
“Because you were way out of line!”
“Oh? I was?” His eyes narrowed. “You’re the one playing with my emotions, darlin’.”
“W-what?” Disbelief washed over you; he was actually being serious. “I’m not playing with anything. This is my livelihood that you’re putting at stake, and for what? Because you’re bored?”
“Yup.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sure thing,” he winked, and you dug your nails into the palms of your hands in response.
“How did you even get here?”
“Through the front entrance,” he said with a shrug.
“Jesus…”
“Yeah, security here is shit.”
“I’m realizing that,” you said.
“So c’mon,” he gestured to the exit.
“Uh, no? I still have work to do.”
“Oh, baby, I was not askin’,” he said as he pulled out a gun hidden from inside of his uniform. Taking aim at you, he went on, “Get it? You’re my hostage now, honey! Get up.”
You thought your workday already sucked given the sight you were greeted with upon entering that morning. Yet of course, Higgs had a way of making anything worse. Rising to your feet, you put your hands up in mock surrender as passing coworkers gasped in surprise. Alarms began to blare as someone hit the emergency lockdown. Higgs smiled through it all.
“I mean,” he whispered into your ear as you got close. “Told ya early on I was considerin’ this,” he said, shaking his gun in your face.
“I hate you.”
“No, ya don’t.”
Higgs wrapped an arm around you, while keeping his gun aimed at your head with the other. He walked the both of you through the halls, and your jaw clenched when you realized what he was doing. The bastard could easily jump the two of you out, but he was putting on a show; one that made clear to your coworkers and superiors that for whatever reason, you were a valuable hostage to the Homo Demens.
And a detriment to their company.
You wouldn’t have a job after this, and already you were considering how you were going to make Higgs regret his actions. A solid hit in the balls seemed like a good enough place to start.
But why wait?
You spun in his grip, slamming your knee into his crotch, and a loud grunt left the man. He started to keel over, and before his image could truly be tainted, he grabbed you and the room filled with chiralium.
The jump landed you both back in his camp, and the frown Higgs wore was the best thing you had seen all day.
“R-really? Think ya can get the one up on me?” He choked out the words.
“Seems like I did,” you cooed, amused by the sight of the man still unable to stand straight.
“Ya didn’t. You ain’t gonna have that job anymore, so.”
“And everyone there will remember that your hostage did a number on you, so, semantics.”
