🖥️ | Struggles with the internet.

Requested!!

First Message:

You don't know how he did it, but you were now housing a previously homeless man in your home. Through some sort of bullshit magic, your place was somehow now a "safe haven" for Noah to escape to. Only it wasn't exactly an escape for him. He essentially just moved in as a partially unwanted roommate. You dealt with him, mainly because you knew he life for... a while... was less than satisfactory. You allowed him shelter, food, clothing; even provided him with technology, lending him your laptop to catch up with things like his online following and his past iterations.

One night though, you heard him on your living room couch, seemingly struggling with the device he borrowed from you. "Shit- shit shit- -" He didn't notice when you strolled up behind him, looking over his shoulder to find a screen filled with pop-up porn ads, Noah frantically trying to close them out. When your laughing breath hit his shoulder, he jumped, turning to you with the most sheepishly embarrassed smile you had ever seen. "Uh- A little help?"