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A Heartstruck Collision - CH3

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Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Wanted to post this way earlier but oh well- This Chapter features a little more coworkers and a little introduction to Zach

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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You had survived the 30 minute walk to the office, albeit you ran out of breath in an embarrassingly short amount of time, you’d just blame the hot california air for that though. 

You were on your first break as of now, another few frames already finished and Raphael already started to clean up the first few opening frames to get a look at how it would turn out. 

Just as you were about to take a sip from your coffee, you were startled by a voice coming from behind you.

“How are my favorite animators doing!?” Luckily you didn't spill the hot liquid over yourself. You turned around to watch Arin lean over Hayley’s shoulder. “Whoaaa, Arina looks so good dude!” Ross was laughing at that, of course that’s what Arin would pay attention to most. 

“Damn, you guys are working crazy hard on this.” Dan seemingly appeared out of nowhere, the cup of coffee now tightly clutched in your hands. God, they seemed like entities that just popped up whenever. 

Ross suddenly jumped up from his seat: “Oh by the way, good that you guys are here now.” Arin and Dan’s heads shot up immediately. “So yesterday we bumped into Chris and he made the suggestion that we could maybe make a deal with Adult Swim in terms of where to stream the show.” 

“What do you mean?” It was funny seeing Arin go into Business mode. His whole demeanor switched up and you once again realized that while yes, he was the funny internet video game boy, he was also your boss now and the owner of quite a big company. 

“Cause’ Netflix takes everything from their creators.” Ross argued.

“And Zach and Michael made Smiling friends on Adult Swim and they never had any complaints.” He continued, Arin furrowed his brow. 

“Well I guess you’re right but like- we can’t just call 'em up and ask about it, I’d have to do meetings and tell them about the premise and ughh..” Arin groaned. Not the kind of groan which wanted to shut you down but rather one that just acknowledged how annoying the process would be.

“But we did all that with Netflix already, just didn’t file a contract yet.” Dan looked over at Arin, his voice was positive as usual. “Yeah but I’d have to do it all over again.” He whined, earning a sarcastic eye roll from Dan. “I mean we can help out as well you know..” Hayley chimed in. 

“That’s true I suppose, I’ll give you guys an update as soon as possible alright? Did Chris say anything about talking to Zach?” 

Ross nodded.

“Who is that Zach guy by the way?” You turned around to Dan who was now sitting on the corner of your desk. 

“Oh he’s like a friend. Maybe Psychicpebbles rings any bells?” You slowly shook your head, raking through your brain to possibly find a file labeled something similar. 

“He’s so fucking funny dude.” Arin said, stepping closer to you to get a look at your screen as well. “Also he has a very interesting manner of speech.” 

Dan laughed at that statement. “Yeah he has like this super nasally voice, the guy’s awesome.” 

You let out a breathy laugh. The kind of uncertain laugh that was only used when you weren’t sure about something but everyone else was apparently getting a joke. 

“And he made, what was it called? Smiling Friends?” “Yep.” 

Smiling friends..

Yeah that you had heard before. You even vaguely remember to have briefly scrolled past it yesterday. If your memory wasn’t betraying you that is. 

“Is ist popular?” You felt rude asking that question yet it was more or less meant in a way for yourself to evaluate whether or not you were actually familiar with the entire L.A. scene.

“I'd say so.” Dan answered with a shrug. Popularity wasn't really something that mattered to him, as far as you knew from his band and what he has said on Game Grumps on many occasions. 

You leant back in your chair, the drawing you had made yesterday night popping into your mind. 

Could this be counted as a weird obsession? You'd hope not, after all you were more curious than anything to find out who this Zach guy was. 

Maybe you should look up Chris’ channel? Nope, that would definitely feel like stalking. But then again, you wondered, why? It’s a public channel, probably a big one as well. 

Grabbing the pen from where you had left it, you just decided to get on with it and simply wait until you met him, if you even did. 

Dan stayed next to you, intrigued about the process and so you distracted your mind by drawing and explaining everything to him in grave detail, which he attentively listened to, occasionally asking questions. 

*** 

You were happy with your work today. if it weren't for Ross’ fear of all of you getting a burnout you would have continued for another three hours at least. 

“Hey (y/n)!” 

You turned around, bag already slung over your shoulder. 

“Oh, you were about to go home now?” 

Hayley held a deck of cards in her right hand. 

“Uh I mean yeah, what's up?” 

“Thought we could play a game of cards real quick?” 

Raphael peeked up behind her, sitting at the little coffee table adjacent to your workspace. 

‘Why not?’ you thought and shrugged. You put the bag down beside you and sat next ro Raphael. As Ross had said before: Team Building and stuff. 

***

Raphael had won three out of three rounds and Hayley was growing frustrated. What was especially amusing though was to see the otherwise shy guy gain more and more confidence with every good card he put down. Then again, watching Hayley bite her lip excessively while trying to figure out what cards you both had was equally funny. 

“I give up.” She said dramatically, throwing her hand open onto the table. 

“Does the fact that the French made these cards give you some kind of buff?” she groaned into her hands, earning a laugh from Raphael. 

“Nope, just got luck on my side.” 

You were truly happy about the fact that you had basically landed a jackpot with these coworkers. The conversations that had started up while you had been playing didn't feel forced, not like anyone was trying to force themselves to get along. 

“(y/n)?” Hayley spoke up again. “Hmmm?” 

You had been absentmindedly shuffling the cards through your hands, one falling down as Hayley startled you. 

“You just moved to L.A. right?” You nodded with a strained noise as you tried to reach for the card which had fallen under the table, hair falling into your face. 

“We could go to this cat café that opened up! it shouldn't be too far away from here I think. We could go next Thursday, I should be free by then!” 

You had finally found it, victoriously you held it up before putting it in a random spot in the deck. 

“Sure, I'd love to!” 

A cat café did sound nice. The town next to where you grew up had one but you had only gonewent there like two times before they had to close up. The cats had been very cuddly though. 

“I have an appointment on that day..” Raphael said with a disappointed tone, seemingly sad about his own schedule. 

“Well then it's a girls date- we can go there again though.” 

The ease with which Hayley said all that was truly baffling to you. If you had been in her place you would probably have tried to make ends meet immediately which would have just resulted in an unoriented mess where you would never end up going anyway. 

Raphael agreed to your plans and then was quick to be on his way home. You and Hayley stayed behind for just a little, saying bye to everyone that was still left along with the two of you. 

You were happy to finally drive your car back home this evening and fell asleep with the thought of a nice day of getting to know L.A. next week.

rb to stare at a mutual like this:

Confirmed Hustler 🔥🔥🔥

Grindset 🔥🔥🔥💯

THIS IS SO ADORABLE <3

This would've done numbers in 2019

Sometimes I forget these two are actually living, aging beings and not figments of entertainment

me but with Zach

This man

Mood

Your Voice Remains

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Summary: Young!Geralt is reminded of his mother Warnings: Angst; vulnerable Geralt A/N: This was the result of a heavy writers block so please have mercy on my poor soul

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There was it again, this feeling which bubbled up in him. It was like it started right from his quietly beating heart and spread throughout his entire body. 

First his legs would stop obeying his command and he would pause in the middle of whatever he was doing. Next were his arms and hands which immediately dropped to his sides while everyone who looked upon him would immediately believe him to have heard something important, his superior senses making out the quietest of whimpers or footsteps. An alert witcher on his job, looking out for any monsters he might have to slay in order to gain some coin.

This feeling though, which felt more like a paralysis, would cause all of his senses to freeze. And as his eyes refused to avert from the scene before him, his throat began to tighten and his eyes started to burn. 

The first time this had happened he had been worried. Had he been poised? But how could this be possible? 

“Geralt?” their voices he had barely recognized, the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and consuming everything around him. His vision blurry like a memory he had already forgotten. 

A memory.

A memory he had already forgotten but was reminded of every time he saw her. He saw her in every woman that tended to her children. 

calm lullabies which called him to this unknown but still longed for comfort, like a hug he had never gotten but oh so desperately needed. 

As he watched the young boy and his mother in the garden of the small village he had been sent to, he found himself unable to move. 

Why was he forced to stand here? An outsider, a mutant and a freak. Stripped from every warm embrace he might have had if he had had the opportunity to lead a normal life. 

Did she abandon him? Was it like Vesemir had told him so many moons ago? He had believed him for a while without ever questioning it again. 

His mother had abandoned him, couldn’t care for him without having to sacrifice herself so she left him behind. 

Geralt never thought of her, why would he? She probably starved in that harsh winter in which he had been found. 

Yet one single dream had him in a chokehold. 

A young boy, staring back at his own reflection in the water, brown strands of hair falling into his eyes. 

"Geralt? Come now, we want to be back before dusk!”

“Coming!” 

The ground shifted beneath him and suddenly he was looking up at a woman. A woman he had never seen before and yet when she smiled he had been filled with a warmth that he was too shy to describe to any of his brothers let alone Vesemir. 

He awoke drenched in sweat. The sweet image that was still fresh in his mind horrified him more than any monsters he had ever fought, human or creature. 

And just as he did back when he sat up in his bed, he whispered to himself

"Mother.."

"If you're so smart, how come you're so dumb?"

Thank you Tom Hanson for this clever comeback

Tom Hanson learning how to mosh and crowdsurf and actually taking a liking to it is my roman empire.

I will think about this forever

(sorry for posting so much about this forgotten show I had a tough couple of days and escapism is peak)