Forget Me Not,For Exs Still Love:CryxReader_Ch.1

You sit in the passenger's seat of your friend's car.
"You're Killing me (friend's name)." you moan, "I still don't see why I have to go to this stupid convention with you."
He/She sighs as you turn into the parking lot. The old fair grounds were being used for the convention this year. You look out the window to see the old orange, abandoned building was now a lit up festival full of balloons and freaky nerds in costumes.
"You've brought me to hell, (friend's name)."
"Have a little faith will ya, ___________." he/she pleaded.
You crossed your arms, annoyed.
"At least smile..." (friend's name) said, parking the car, "It's a gamers' convention. We used to go here every year."
"You're right, we did, in high school." you said getting out of the car, "(friend's name), we're in college. We have lives. We don't have time to play dress up in some stupid festival in the middle of nowhere."
You were in a bad mood and (friend's name) knew why. That break up was a harsh one, indeed. Even though it was now almost two weeks later after the fact, the emotional scars still hadn't fully healed yet. He/She was going to be at that convention.

"It's gonna be okay, _______." (friend's name) reassured, "This convention's gonna be huge. In fact, half of it is all for YouTubers, again. It'll be one in a million chance you'll see him/her."
You relaxed a little. You and (friend's name) were both YouTubers. He/She posted art and reads with very little gameplays, while you did gameplay commentary with a few reads every now and then with a few art vids of your own. You held onto his/her hand as you walked toward the entrance. You were given name tag pins to put on. You wanted to protest, not seeing the point, but held your tongue. Only to sneakily rip off the pin after you passed the table and throw it away.

As soon as you entered, you were greeted by screams and costumed fans running around. Everything was there: food, booths where you could buy new released games, carnival games with prizes that looked like let's players and other fantasy characters, there were even clothing booths where you could buy fan clothing to look like your favorite character or YouTuber. You looked around, amazed. You seemed to have left your horrid mood at the entrance. You dragged your friend along the YouTube half of the building, grabbing random costume pieces and trying them on, mix matching them to look silly. In less than an hour, you had a bag full of random fan gear, toys, and nick-knacks.

After your little fan girl/fan boy spree, you looked in back of you to see you had lost your friend in the crowd after they called out a few popular YouTuber names that would be appearing for autographs and interviews. You decide to search around the convention, hoping to find some clue of your friend's whereabouts.

You searched pretty much everywhere and was about to give up. You stopped at a less crowded spot next to an empty booth, leaning on the side of it, hoping you'd somehow see (friend's name) randomly in the crowd. Sadly, that wish hadn't come true, and you were alone.

"Hey" a boy came up to you, smug.
His light blue shirt with the sup guy face on it, said it all... he was a Cry fan. He was a brunette with nice green eyes.
"You here alone?" he asked. You immediately felt annoyed, "No, actually, I'm here with a friend."
"I see..." he said looking at you up and down. He got closer.
"What would you say if I asked you for your number?" He leaned on the wall inches from you.
You rolled your eyes, not interested.
"What would you say if I said I had a Taser in my bag?" you spat.
"Aw, don't be like that." he said moving in on you.
You quickly got out of the way and began walking further into the crowd. He began following you.

You tried to hide in the crowd, but to no avail did it work. You were just about to turn and face him when someone grabbed you and forced you into a hug.
"Aw, Sweetie." the stranger said, still holding you tight, "I've been looking all over for you."
He rested his head on yours and rocked you both from sided to side. Your face turned red. You readjusted yourself to see your stalker coming over.
"This is your friend?" he asked, looking at the mysterious man that still had you in a bear hug.
"Yup" he answered, "and who are you?"
You decided to play along when you saw your stalker's worried expression and hugged the stranger back.
"I was just..." he quickly walked away, disappearing in the crowd.
You breathe a sigh of relief.

Your arms dropped to your sides, it was finally over. You pulled away from the mysterious man's hold, finally getting a good look at him. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be wearing a black shirt with a Megaman face on it and blue jeans.
"You okay?" he asked.
You snapped yourself out of his stare. "I'm... fine." you answered, "Thanks." You began walking off.
"Wait," he called out.
You turn around to see him holding your bag full of fandom toys... You blush, grab the bag, thank him once more, and hurry off to find your friend. You find him/her in the crowd of fans huddled around a stage.

You tap him/her on the shoulder.
"Hey!" you yell, due to the loud music in the background, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"What?" (Friend's name) yelled, "You've been what?"
"Never mind!" you yell.
The crowd begins to go wild.
"What's going on?" you yell.
"They're throwing out plushies!" (friend's name) yelled back.
You nodded, understanding. This happened a few years back... and that didn't end too well. You backed up away from the crowd. But fate just wasn't on your side when a Stephano plushy landed in your arms. The fan girls turn to you with burning eyes. They fought for these kind of things.
"Run, ______, run!" (friend's name) yelled.
You slowly back up then began running in the opposite direction as fast as you could. You looked in back of you to see if they were following. "Oof" you ran into somebody, knocking you down.
Your arm was quickly grabbed to slow your fall. You looked up to see it was that mysterious man again. Your face quickly turned red in embarrassment as he helped you up.
"Small world..." he said.
You just nodded, looking down, keeping yourself from staring into his blue eyes.
He passed you the plushy, "Is this what you were looking for?"
"Mhm." You take the plushy and cuddle with it. "Thanks, again." You say, still embarrassed and begin walking for the crowd at the stage.
You pause when you see them fighting over more plushies and quickly backed away.
"Back so soon?" your mysterious man joked.
You snuggle more with your Staphano plushy.

You stand beside him.
"Is it okay if I uhm..." you trail off.
"Sure." he nodded.
You stood there in silence.
"It's a nonstop battle." you finally said.
"You're talking about those fans over there, right?" he answered.
You nodded, "It's not as bad as what happened a few years ago, thank God."
He looked over at you curious. You continued to stare at the crowd fighting over the plushies.
"A few years back, my friend and I were part of that crowd. We hadn't been here since junior high before that. I'm not a fighter, so I backed out as soon as the plushies were tossed. My friend, (friend's name), however, fought to the very end. His/her clothes were ripped to shreds. Man, those fans would do anything for a PewdiePie and Markiplier toy. They're absolute barbarians."
"That bad, huh?" he asked.
"Mhm..." you answered, "I can tell I'm leaving right after this. I'm most likely gonna have to drive."
"Wow... can't believe I missed that." he joked.
You turn to give him a questionable look.
"I'm joking." he said, "Honestly, all this, is a bit too... extreme for me. People fighting for a simple toy? That's madness."
You didn't want to say it, considering you were once part of that crowd, but you actually agreed with him there.

It was silent between you two once more... You took out your phone to check the time when your friend caught your eye, stumbling out of the crowd.
"Oh my God!" you yell.
You drop everything you're holding and run to help him/her. You let him/her lean on you for a second. He/She had a black eye and half of his/her shirt was ripped off.
"Here." he/she shoved a Cry plushy into you.
He/she then hugged his/her Markiplier plushy and began walking toward the way you came in. You held onto the the new toy and walked over to your mystery man. He held up your bag with a smirk.
"Thanks, again." You then noticed in the other hand he was holding your phone.
You quickly took it back.
"Wow, that looked... intense." he breathed, "Is he/she gonna be okay?"
You nodded. "Trust me, he's/she's been through worse. He/She has her/his Markplier plushy, now. I think he'll/she'll be fine."
You notice the Stephano plushy between his elbow and side. He began handing it over.
"Keep it" you quickly say and stare him in the eye, this time, with a smile.
You cuddle with your S'up Guy plushy, blush, then run off to catch up with your friend waiting at the entrance.

You both walked toward the car.
"So who was that guy?" (friend's name) asked.
"Just some guy I ran into..." You wanted to keep the whole saving incident to yourself.
Your cheeks burned when you thought of him. Too bad you never got his name. You drove your friend home then walked to your apartment. It was only three blocks away. It was going on ten o' clock, so you hurried home. That night, you snuggled in your bed with the new Cry plushy your friend survived getting for you.

The next day the weekend began. (friend's name) had called you up to tell you she was heading back to the convention and asked if you wanted to come. You quickly declined although a small part of you was curious to see your mystery man one more time, at least to get his name. You shook your head, shaking off the thought.
"Pull yourself together,________. You're not desperate."

You got ready and ran out for a coffee. Considering where you lived, everything was close by. You didn't need a car. You walked into the cafe and ordered the usual. As you were waiting, your phone buzzed. You took it out to see it was a text message from... Ryan? You didn't know a Ryan. You opened the text: