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— a/n: hi, i wrote this like ages ago so i kinda hate it now BUT maybe you guys love it??? all interactions with this post are appreciated <3
— in which, you’re avoiding ryland grace at your new teaching job for the sake of your own sanity .✦ ݁˖
Ryland Grace was becoming a problem.
His gloriously unruly hair, round-glasses that always sat so perfectly on his nose in the most unorthodox ways possible. His faded stubble struck a deep compulsion within you, all too tempted to scratch your fingers along his jaw just to see what it would feel like.
His well-fitted blazers, the under-shirts with the first few buttons undone, the collar folding over as if he’d spent hours perfecting its position. On the odd occasion, he’d shift his arm a little too quickly, accidentally allowing a brief glance at his torso that had your breath catching in your throat.
Ever since the first day you arrived, you knew that avoiding him was mandatory; for your dignity, sanity and usually immovable matter of professionalism.
A quick shake of his hand, a simple introduction, lead to your head being smushed firmly against your desk; screaming into the wood like a teenage girl with a crush, still feeling the linger of his touch despite his absence.
It was a complicated task to ignore Ryland, between sharing a staff room, sharing a malfunctioning coffee brewer, and just general teacher normalities, he was never far away. His presence constantly looming over you, sucking the air from your body.
To make matters worse, he was always so friendly, ready to talk to just about anyone who’d listen, but as soon as his eyes landed on you — you’d rush out of the room, knowing all too well that he was thinking over how to strike up an unrelated conversation.
Thankfully, grading papers provided a significant distraction. Especially after school hours, where the halls were empty, classrooms quiet. It was an ideal haven to process the day.
A soft knocking came at the door, before it clicked open; creaking slightly in its wake, revealing an all too familiar figure stood in the door when you looked upward in curiosity.
Ryland leant suavely against the doorway, propping the heavy door open with just his foot as he peered over at you through the top of his glasses.
Your feet screamed at you to run away, itching to relieve yourself of the situation, but this was your classroom. As much as you wanted to avoid him, running out of your own classroom would just be odd, and he was ever so conveniently blocking the exit.
“Guess I’m not the only one who stays late anymore, huh?”
‘Shit. Shit. Shit’ You repeated to yourself over and over again, brain working at a remarkable pace to try and magic a response out of thin air.
“I can go, if you want.”
If it wasn’t for his lingering presence in the room, you’d have smashed your head against the desk, rationalising the pain as punishment for being such an idiot.
“That’s not…what I meant.” He sounded confused, almost apprehensive as he entered the room; letting the door click softly behind him.
Your heart leapt into your throat as he neared, situating himself just at the end of your desk to just stare at you. His gaze was curious, head tilting ever so slightly, clearly lost in his own thoughts as his large hand planted firmly against the desk.
“Do you mind me using your photocopier? Mine’s broken.” He quizzed politely, gesturing to the machine at the back of the room with his free-hand, turning his body ever so slightly.
His arm shifted. That means— Oh god, don’t look.
“That’s fine.” You breathed out urgently, now snapping your head to focus on the pile of papers beneath you. Your eye had almost started to twitch, merely thinking about his presence in the room.
Something about it was unsettling, like he had another meaning to be shuffling around in your classroom. A very specific tension hung thick in the air, though you weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, with your gaze far too tempted to fall on his back.
“Oh, this is different from mine.” He let out an awkward laugh as you looked upwards, his head craning around to look at you. “Do you mind coming over here? I don’t wanna disturb you, I just— I don’t know how to work this thing.”
His words felt like a trap, one that you were currently walking towards, essentially welcoming it with open arms; feet still screaming at you to run in the other direction.
Now standing next to him, you fiddled with the photocopier, trying your best to push all the necessary buttons whilst you recollected your thoughts. Though Ryland didn’t make it easy, his gaze burning into the side of your head as you hunched over the machine.
“I thought you were some sort of scientist, Dr Grace.”
Your tone was teasing, successfully cramming your panic somewhere deep inside as you tried to mingle like your normal, functioning peers.
You weren’t really sure what came over you, chalking it up to a desire to prosper in an otherwise difficult situation. At least you were good under pressure.
Ryland noticed your switch, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again with a slow nod as he appeared to analyse every inch of your face.
“I’m a molecular biologist. Not a photocopier-ologist.” He fired back playfully, slotting his paper gently between the scanner, his long fingers lingering on the material longer than necessary.
Or, your brain was just picturing his every move in slow-motion, almost in compensation for how fast your brain was whirring.
“Is this not made of molecules?” You laughed quietly.
Ryland hummed in amusement.
“You’re good.” He praised in a way that almost had your knees buckling, the ground threatening to give way beneath you. His tone was sickeningly sweet, he even sounded a little proud at your remark, his hand now coming to rest against his hip.
You shrugged in response, offering a humble smile, fluttering your eyes closed for just a second.
When you opened them again, Ryland felt somewhat closer to you. Maybe he’d always been that close. No, no, he was definitely closer now.
“So, do you wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?”
Oh.
Every possible response left you, your smile dropping instantly as you awkwardly glanced around the room.
“Avoiding you?” You managed to choke out a disgruntled laugh. “I haven’t been—“
He peered at you over his glasses again, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘Really?’. His expression set your skin on fire, deep in the eye of the storm. The storm being the most pleasant scrutiny of your life.
He should really take up a part-time role in interrogation, just the mischievous glint in his eye was nearly coaxing you into revealing your deepest secrets.
“You’re talking to me like I’m one of your students.” You tried to joke once more as your feet carried you back to your desk, but Ryland wasn’t falling for it — swiftly following behind you as you began cramming your belongings into your bag.
“No, I’m talking to you gently. There’s a difference.” He informed simply, watching as your hands struggled with the zipper of the bag; now panicked as you tried to rearrange the folders in your bag that were blocking the zipper.
“Well. Why are you talking to me so gently?” You were exasperated now, fingers tugging all too hard at the zipper that was now stuck half-way open.
“Just feels right.”
Your heart was hammering against your chest, giving one final push of adrenaline as you tugged the zipper, letting out a relieved sigh when it fully closed.
You weren’t even sure if he fully knew what his words implied, treating you as if you were a precious piece of porcelain that threatened to crack at any moment. But oddly, not in a condescending manner, in fact you suspected it was rather endearing.
“I have to get home now.” You slung your bag over your shoulder as Ryland watched you with knowing eyes, you were bolting, like usual.
However, this time, Ryland didn’t think too much of it. The whole interaction had given him all the information he needed to know, mentally storing it away for a later date.
“I’ll, uh… see you tomorrow!” You called out, waving a quick goodbye before practically sprinting out of the room. But, his voice stopped you.
“Will you?”
You turned to him reluctantly, feet frozen in place as he approached; his frame reaching to tower over you. He let out a quiet laugh, curiously awaiting your response to his remark.
“Probably, yes!” You spoke a little too quickly, a hand coming to awkwardly rub at the back of your neck, as if it was going to provide some sense of relief from the situation.
His silence made it hard to remain quiet.
“Maybe I’ll even start a conversation. Who knows really?” Your gaze was now fixed at your feet, not daring to look up at the expression on his face.
Ryland laughed again. “Well, I look forward to finding that out.”
You nodded once as confirmation, choosing to remain quiet now, since nothing good had come from you opening your mouth in the past 30 minutes. You span around on your heels, now rushing yourself out of the building.
“Get home safe.”
“Yep! You too!” You kept your head straight, turning the corner with an unfathomable urgency so that you were finally out-of-view.
That night, you flopped down onto your bed; letting out a far too normal, relentless squeal into your pillow, effectively muting the sound so as not to receive any noise complaints.
And with the impending threat of talking to Ryland significantly more looming over you…
You were pretty sure it wasn’t the last time you’d be in this position.
I'm Still Here (Ryland Grace x Crewmate!Reader x Convict Simon)
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Pairing: Ryland Grace x GN!Crewmate!Reader x Convict Simon
Word Count: 8.8k
Summary: Grace, Simon and Rocky stumble upon what looks to be an abandoned ship in space and decided to investigate, only to find out the fate of it's crew and you, it's medic.
Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of dead bodies, I think one swear word correct me if I'm wrong, Reader goes by the name Red, aka the color of their spacesuit
A/N: Hi! So recently I've watched Project Hail Mary and have even begun to read the book itself and have very much been enjoying both! Recently I was thrown into the BloodyMary ship via a few tiktoks and had to tag along with it. Now, there's a lot of space games out there that reader could've come from and I decided to take the most memeable game there was and make a fic after the idea from my best friend. Yes, I'm talking about Among Us and somehow I whipped up an 8k fic from it. I have other plans for smaller writings with crewmate!reader but until then please enjoy this mess of a writing!
Grace sure seemed to be a magnet for the more weirder things going on in space outside of Earth's solar system. First he discovered Rocky while dealing with the Astrophage and the Petrova Line issue that threatened not only Earth but Erid as well. Next he, alongside Rocky, found the blood moon known as AT-5 and, after the Hail Mary's sensors informed them of life on the moon's bloodied oceans, rescued Simon from a rather harsh fate; It took some time for Simon to come around and trust them, having lashed out and been rather violent the first couple of days aboard the Hail Mary. He eventually came around, apologized for his actions, and from then on became the Hail Mary's pilot. And even now, as he and Simon stared out the window that was attached to the lab, they stared out at the large, dark gray ship that seemed to just be floating about. It didn't look damaged, no signs of a hull breach or anything of the sort, so both men found it awfully strange for it to just be there. It raised a lot more questions within Grace then it did Simon, and Grace decided he might as well at least ask one of the questions that swam in his mind.
"Is that um- I mean, that isn't one of the people lookin for you, is it? Y'know… You bein a convict and all." Grace questioned, his gaze turning away from the window to look at Simon with a worried expression; Simon had informed Grace of his story once he had calmed down and grew used to being around another human (and Rocky, of course. That took longer though, as he found it extremely weird to be talking to a rock). He had explained in detail to Grace on how he ended up on AT-5, of the COI and of Eden, of everything pertaining to him and his rather troubling past. As Simon's gaze scanned the ship over a few times, he gently shook his head in response to Grace's question.
"No, it doesn't look like anything from the COI. And it certainly isn't anything related to Eden…" He'd explain, his head slightly tilted as he watched the ship float effortlessly through space. It didn't look damaged, but at the same time it didn't look used either. Something was off, Simon could feel it, he just couldn't put his mind to it. "Maybe it's just some abandoned ship. I mean, how much shit truly gets left in space?"
"Explore! Statement!" Rocky shouted as he nudged his way between the two men, wanting to look out the window even though everyone knew he very obviously couldn't see very far in their current location. Simon would let out a small grunt as he stepped aside, staring down at the creature below before he shook his head.
"No, no exploring. We should leave it as it is and keep moving-" Simon began, but Grace was quick to cut him off.
"Now wait- Hold on- Maybe we should try to make contact with the ship? Maybe they need help-" Grace shared his opinion, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Simon. Simon could only huff lightly as he gave the man beside him a look.
"What if it's some kind of trap? What if they want you to stop just so they could kill you then steal your supplies? Hm? I thought we needed to get to Erid as soon as possible, huh?" Simon shot back which caused Grace to make a face at the remark. In their own ways, both men made valid points. To Simon, everything was about survival, even if he knew he wasn't on AT-5 anymore; Ever detour they took was another day that was taken away from their estimated time of arrival on Erid, another day that was taken away from him being able to relax and not have to look over his shoulder every so often to ensure the COI wasn't hot on his tail. To Grace, this was a chance to see what else space had to offer, maybe a new species of alien or perhaps another human lost on some mission that he wasn't aware of. Perhaps someone really was in need of help, perhaps it was a trap set up by space pirates (If those even existed. Did they exist? Grace would have to ask Rocky at some point.). Neither man would be proven correct unless they attempted to contact or board the ship.
"Rocky say go anyway. More of us. Us is strong. Well, Simon strong. So is Rocky. Grace… Not so much." Rocky would butt in, voicing his own opinion on the matter as he began to sway the ball he resided in from side to side, seeming pleased with the idea to explore somewhere new. Simon could only sigh as he moved his hand up to rub at his eyes, defeat clearly in his facial expression as Grace beamed at Simon in triumph, though he was still hurt at Rocky's claim that he wasn't as strong as Simon.
"Well, that technically makes two against one! We'll just check it out- If we get bad vibes after making contact or entering the ship, then we leave." Grace spoke, turning away from the window with the wave of a hand as he began to make his way to the cockpit of the ship. Rocky quickly rolled after Grace, going on about what a 'bad vibe' was and how he would be able to use that phrase from here on out. Simon would let his arm drop to his side after, watching the two leave before he looked back towards the ship once more, a frown etched on his features before he'd tear his eyes away from the floating hunk of metal.
"You can't go anywhere without a pilot!" He'd call out as he turned to follow after them, rounding the corner that lead to the cockpit.
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After being unable to verbally contact the ship, Simon and Grace had agreed to board the ship. Luckily for Simon, the extra space suits from Grace's deceased companions fit him rather well, lack for better terms. Grace had to tie off the left arm of the suit so it wasn't just dangling there; He even attempted to put the left glove on Simon's nub of an arm, getting a small snort of a laugh from Simon in the process before he just decided to drop it all together. Simon couldn't recall the last time he even looked at a space suit like this, let alone had to wear one. He found it annoying, but he understood why; Whatever atmosphere was inside the ship could be deadly to them. He had survived the blood ocean, he wasn't going to let lack of oxygen take him next.
As the airlock hissed, the doors opened to reveal the interior of the Skeld's storage area; What looked to be metal crates stacked high on top of one another rested in the center of the room while a few smaller crates were knocked off with their contents spilled out nearby. There were also various metal drums containing who knew what lining one of the walls nearby, but Simon's curiosity wasn't drawn to them or to the fact that the ship had electricity running through it. No, his gaze was locked on what looked to be dried blood splattered across the floor just before them. Grace may not have seen it right away, but Simon sure did.
"This place is huge…" Grace called out, his voice crackling in Simon's ear as the space suits radio came to life. It made the man jump for a moment, flashbacks to the speaker in the submarine breaching his mind, but he wouldn't linger on the thoughts for too long. They had a task to complete, and if he spiraled out over some simple radio static, well he would rather have died in the blood ocean.
"Yeah, which means we should stick close to one another. We don't know what's lingering around here." Simon remarked, stepping fully into the storage room as he continued to observe his surroundings, his gaze finally being torn away from the splattering on the ground. A small hiss would escape him as he lifted his foot, glaring down as Rocky had all but barged himself past him and Grace, rolling along into the storage room to look around himself. Grace couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him as he followed after Rocky who was talking about how weird the ship looked compared to the Hail Mary and Blip-A.
They'd quickly take notice of how the room branched down three various halls, all of which were dimly lit with the occasional flicker from the lights along the wall, the low hum of electricity running through the walls being their only noise within the ship aside from the occasional creaking of the haul adjusting to the pressure of space.
"Let's head down this hall first, see if we can find anyone…" Simon spoke, looking back to ensure Grace heard him and began to make his way down the hall just right of the storage room. Grace was quick to follow after him, not wanting to be left alone in such a large space with Rocky following the rear. As they walked, nothing seemed to greet them in return. It didn't seem like a trap at least, but Simon knew better than to let his guard down.
As they came upon the first set of doors just to the right of them, the lock would hiss and open for them, revealing what looked to be a communication room. Yet again, there seemed to be no signs of life here, but all the equipment seemed to be working just fine.
"They still have power… I wonder why the ship isn't running then?" Grace questioned, stepping into the room cautiously as he looked from side to side. He took notice of the various electronics that were mounted on the walls, of the computers that were stationed on three different desks, and of the chair that was spun to face the doorway. Simon would frown as he stepped in as well, making his way over to the main computer that sat on the wall just across the door. "Maybe they ran out of fuel." Simon voiced his own opinion to try and answer Grace's question.
"What this? What this? Question?" Rocky would speak as he ran a circle around the room, taking in everything that resided in the room; Some things looked familiar to him, as the Hail Mary had a couple of the same things, but some of it was also different to Rocky. While Grace would begin to inform Rocky of just what was in the room and how it worked, Simon was solely interested in the computer that faced the door they had just entered, the one with the chair spun around. Attached to the top of it looked to be a camera of sort and as Simon tilted his head, he'd reach out to investigate the computer. It didn't seem like a log in was required, which surprised him, but made their job even easier. As he began to navigate the computer, Grace would come to stand beside him.
"Find anything that may give us clues to what happened here?" He'd question him, leaning over a bit to look at the glowing screen before him as Simon began to click on various files; Some of them just looked to be random data that the ship provided the crew with, other files were things that Simon couldn't give a care for. The last file folder he clicked on sprang to life, what looked to be video files were stored here. The two men would look at one another before looking back at the screen, Simon moving the cursor over the first video file before he'd click on it.
A new tab would appear, a video player of sorts, and the video began to play with no extra attention needed.
The camera would be adjusted, a red gloved hand moving it into position before you sat back in the seat with a small huff, turning to look at the white suited male beside you. "Do I really have to do this? It's kinda stupid-" You'd begin to say, the male beside you laughing as he patted your shoulder.
"Yes, you do. Mira HQ wants us to record everything we do and see, you know, just in case something were to happen." He'd answer you, his white space suit covered in various patches, stating his obvious role as captain. You'd roll your eyes as he'd make his way to the door. "You don't need to spend all day here, just a few simple sentences and then you'll be done." He'd inform you before he'd leave the room, leaving you to yourself. You turned your attention back to the camera, crossing your arms as you leaned forward on the desk; Similar to the man who just left, you wore a space suit of your own though no helmet was seen and yours was colored red with a simple patch attached to your right sleeve with what looked to be a medical symbol attached.
"Right um… Video log one, Red reporting." You'd begin, making a face at having to record this stupid log and call yourself by that title. "First day officially on board the Skeld. Take off was smooth and breaking through the atmosphere and into space was simple enough. No issues there but that was to be expected, White seems to know what he's doing as Captain and Blue seems to be a reliable pilot. There's eight of us total and I was assigned here to be the crews medic because apparently someone has to keep these idiots alive from whatever we find out there." You'd huff out, glancing around the room a bit as you attempted to come up with something else to talk about so you decided to just give a debrief of the mission. "The mission sounds simple enough; Head to planet Polus, retrieve some data and find out why the outpost has been silent for over two months now." You'd lean back in the seat, letting out a low hum as you attempted to think of what else there was to report before you'd sigh, leaning forward to reach out for the camera. "Alright, I think that's enough. I'll report again when we reach the planet." The video went dark afterwards.
The two men would look at each other; There was, or possibly were, eight people located on this ship. So where did they all go? The ship remained silent, minus the sound coming from the computer, and Rocky had yet to report of any movement nearby, so what exactly happened? The amount of questions the two had began to add up and they hoped that with each log they found on this computer, their questions would be answered.
They'd continue through the logs, picking and choosing which they'd watch; Like you had stated, each of your fellow crew members wore a different colored suit and had their own roles within the ship, their suit adoring their respective patches on their arms. A Captain, two engineers, two scientists, a pilot, a medic, and a weapons officer; Seemed to be a pretty sound crew for the most part and everyone looked like they got along with one another just fine. So why was it that something felt off the more and more they watched? Simon would click on another log and you'd appear on their screen again, though you began to look tired.
"Video log fifteen, Red reporting. Something… Something is wrong." You'd begin, resting your elbows on the desk as you placed your head in your hands to rub at your face. "The crew that was stationed at Polus had seemed to just… Disappear. The only signs of life was the mess that was left within the outpost itself. No bodies, no skeletal remains, nothing." You'd inform the camera, lifting your head to look into it as you leaned back in your seat, your arms falling to your sides. "The data within the station had been extracted, along with any biological samples from the planet that they had been working on. The electronic data has been uploaded into the admin computer and will eventually be redirected back to Mira HQ for evaluation while the samples were placed in O2 lab for Green and Orange to look over but everything is just… Strange. How does a crew of twelve just suddenly disappear? It isn't normal-" You'd question, glancing over your shoulder before looking back at the camera, your voice dropping to a low whisper as if someone was lurking nearby.
"That's not the only strange thing… Recently, Yellow has been acting odd… Ever since we boarded the Skeld to return back to HQ, they've been… Twitchy, antsy. I've offered to help them, prescribe them something to help calm their nerves but they refuse each time. Said they're completely fine and appreciate my concern for them." You'd sigh, shaking your head. "I'm thinking perhaps it's just the nerves from not finding anyone at the outpost, but I guess you never know." You'd get to your feet before you'd cut the log without another word.
"Wait- Did they mention O2? As in oxygen?" Grace would speak, his eyes wide as he looked at Simon who looked at him in return. Simon would stand up, his hand immediately going towards his helmet before Grace would quickly grab his hand in a panic.
"Wait wait wait! Don't go yanking that off yet! We don't even know if everything is up and running! Maybe that's why we haven't found anyone yet, because their O2 diminished and they died from lack of oxygen!" Grace would shout, his eyes narrowing on Simon; Always quick to rush into things and not one to stop and think about the cause and effect. Simon would huff, shaking Grace's hand off his own.
"Then we should go search for wherever this lab is, see if it is running so I can take this stupid helmet off." Simon would bark back. The two stood in silence, glaring each other down before the automated voice of Rocky reached their ears.
"Rocky go find lab. Rocky fix whatever broken." Rocky offered, though it was more-so a statement as he began to roll towards the door without another word spoken. Grace would turn his attention to his companion, about to argue before he'd let out a low groan already seeing the Eridian leave the room and go down the hall to the right.
"Rocky- Would you wait?! How do you even know where you're going?! It could be dangerous!" Grace would call out, leaving Simon's side to chase after him, leaving the convict alone in the room. Simon would turn his attention back to the screen, clicking on a few more logs along the way to try and piece together what had happened here; Was it perhaps an O2 leak like Grace had mentioned? Did some sickness spread through the ship and you, their medic, was unable to catch it in time and cure it? He wasn't sure, but with the more and more videos he watched, the less and less he began to notice certain crew members record their logs. He'd notice how everyone began to look more and more tired, how some would show up more dirtied then others. Until he reached the last log; You'd appear on screen, your red suit stripped down to the waist, the arms tied tightly around your waist so the sleeves would've get caught on whatever you walked passed. The top you wore underneath your suit was dirtied with what Simon could only assume was dried blood, perhaps some grime from the ship itself. Regardless, you looked like you had been through hell and then some. Your hair was matted, your face and arms covered in cuts, bruises, and blood; Your head was just dripping with blood, he noticed. You also had a large cut across your right arm, but you didn't seem to care right now. You looked exhausted for the lack of a better term.
"Video log twenty-four… Red reporting…" Your voice spoke quietly, you sounded utterly defeated. "Despite there once being eight of us aboard this ship… I've now become the sole survivor. The reason Yellow had been acting strange wasn't because of nerves, or because of what happened on Polus. It was because it was the reason those twelve scientists went missing on Polus." You'd explain, looking away from the camera and towards the corner of the room. "This entire time, there was an imposter among us- A creature that wanted nothing more than to tear us limb from limb and consume us just as it did the others." You'd begin to tear up, your voice cracking as you moved a hand over your mouth, trying to keep yourself together long enough to at least get the recording done. "It had killed, maybe even infected Yellow back on Polus and managed to either copy itself perfectly to look exactly like him or managed to take over his body with no issues whatsoever. Regardless of what it did to him, it managed to act like him despite the antsiness I noted after boarding the ship."
"When Pink suddenly fell ill while working in the reactor, I just… I couldn't figure out why she fell ill. Nothing was showing up on my scans, no medicine I had on board was helping and eventually she passed in her sleep. After that, all hell seemed to break loose. One by one that thing took us out; We'd find Green choked to death in electrical with the wiring, Blue was shot in the pilots seat while Orange was found poisoned in O2 after a leak started." The cracking in your voice grew, the sobs becoming evident in your voice as you remembered everything that happened to each and everyone you began to grow close with over such a long period of time.
"I tried to save them all, I tried everything I was taught and then some, yet nothing worked. Those of us that remained began to look at me differently; Began to blame me for the deaths as if I had a hand in it!" You'd begin to break, your hands now moving into your hair to grip it as you leaned over in the seat to stare at the ground. "Eventually Captain connected the dots and it was then that the imposter began to take out the rest of us to ensure we wouldn't eject him. Captain…" You'd start, feeling your throat tighten all over again as more tears began to well in your eyes and fall onto the floor beneath you.
"Captain managed to tackle the imposter into the airlock… Yelled back at me send them both into space. I… I did it. I sent them into space- I watched as White died alongside that thing." You'd sob, breaking down all over again. "Black was the last alive but he… He was gravely injured. I tried to save him too- I stitched the wound, I disinfected it, I wrapped it so tightly in bandages I thought I'd break his ribs. I even gave him the blood transfusion so why… Why did he have to die too and leave me alone?!" You shouted, your hands suddenly slamming onto the desk as you stood violently, your tears visible on the recording as they fell and hit the table now. You cried for what was another minute, just standing before the camera and letting it all wash over you in one big breakdown.
Eventually you'd lift your head back up, your eyes puffy and red, the streaks of tears cutting through the blood and grime that covered your face. "I'm not making it home… This… This ship is my death bed. I'll die here like the others, though I'll die slower. There's enough supplies for another couple weeks but I don't… I don't know how to pilot this ship- I don't know how to ensure the O2 levels stay where they should, how to make sure the reactor and engines run without issues." You'd vent, your hands curling into fists against the desk as you'd let out a small laugh.
"How ironic, right? The medic being the last alive… The person that should keep others alive is the sole survivor." You'd sniffle, moving a hand to rub at your eyes before you'd exhale shakily, reaching out for the camera. "This is Red, signing off for the last time."
The screen froze as you cut the recording and Simon could only stare at your face in the paused frame. In a way, you reminded him of himself; Stuck in a hunk of metal with what looked to be no way out. Sure, the ship probably had an autopilot feature that could get you back to wherever you belonged, but if you weren't trained on how to use it, it was pretty much useless. There were more riskes to pressing random buttons than there was to just sit and wait out your death.
"Simon! Simon you can take your helmet off!" Grace's voice broke him from his train of thought, running back into the room with his helmet now off and held within his hand. "That log was right- There's a whole lab that controls the oxygen on the ship and get this, right? There's live plants in there!" Grace began, his voice laced with excitement but it quickly fell short as he took in the grim look on Simon's face, his expression falling quick. "What happened? What did you find out?"
Simon moved his hand up to his helmet, disconnecting it from the suit and placed it aside on the desk as he exhaled the breath he didn't even realize he was holding but he quickly tensed as he caught the faint scent of blood, long since dried but still the copper smell present just enough for him to catch it.
"There was a monster on this ship. It took out the crew except for one- This… Red person." Simon began to explain as he turned to look at Grace whose eyes widened at his words.
"Then they might still be around here! Simon we gotta find them-" Grace spoke as he moved closer, having Simon step aside as he began to check over the recording dates for the logs, his face scrunching as he attempted to make sense of the timing. It took awhile but he eventually put it together; Lucky for them, their numbers seemed to be in English. A weird coincidence.
"Okay! Here-" Grace pointed at the screen towards the numbers of the last log Simon had watched. "This is about two or three days old- They might still be around here." Grace looked to Simon, his expression hardening. "We need to find them, perhaps they're still alive." He'd state, looking at Rocky who rolled his ball from side to side in excitement.
"Rescue mission? Question?" Rocky asked to which Grace nodded.
"Rescue mission, buddy."
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For once, after having boarded the Skeld to make your way back home, you felt at peace. You felt comfortable, warm, content.
'Something's wrong.' You immediately thought, your body slowly waking itself from the darkness that surrounded you. Slowly your eyes would open, a low hiss escaping you as you were greeted to the vivid whiteness of the room you resided in. You'd move an arm up to try and cover your eyes, but would quickly take notice of the IV tube sticking out of your arm with what looked to be medical tape secured to it to ensure it didn't fall out. Suddenly all your senses were awake as you stared at it with wide eyes; The last thing you recalled before you finally fell unconscious was sitting with your back against the panel in the reactor room, staring across the hall towards the security room as the low hum of the reactor behind you lulled you to a sleep your body so desperately craved. You'd quickly sit up, looking around the room quickly; You weren't on the Skeld, that much was certain. This wasn't it's med bay and it certainly wasn't back in Mira HQ, this was someplace different. You didn't have long to think about where you could possibly be before mechanic armatures dropped from the ceiling to aid you as if sensing your sudden awareness, but you were quick to shove it away from you with eyes narrowed. You needed to be cautious, after all.
"Don't touch me." You'd hiss, your body in a fight or flight mode now. You'd watch as the armatures moved away with your shove before remaining in their places, though they never seemed to look away from you. You'd look down at yourself, a small huff escaping you as you noticed more tubes and wires attached to you in various points. Whoever, or whatever, found you clearly attempted to patch you up, or perhaps it was the very arms that wanted to help you moments ago? Any previous injuries that you were unable to take care of on your own were now patched to some degree. The cuts and bruises that lined your arms from your encounters with the imposter were now hidden being tightly wrapped white bandages that had turned a faint pink color in some spots. You'd raise your hand to your head and just like your arms, you felt the lining of a bandage there as well. At this point, you honestly couldn't recall all the injuries you had sustained over the past couple of days, as it was all just a blur of colors to you.
However many injuries you did have though, they must've been taken care of by these robotic armatures. You did notice though that you still remained in your red space suit, though your once dirty and tattered undershirt had been replaced by a newer, freshly cleaned one. A little baggie, you noted, but still covering you completely. Did the arms do that for you? Or did whatever had taken you on board do it? A frown crossed your features at the thought before you'd huff once more and began to rip the cables and wires off your body, a small wince escaping you as you tore the IV from your arm before you'd swing your legs over the side of the bed. The arms would reach for you once more, a mechanical voice speaking.
"Body motion detected. Please, for your own safety, return to the medical bed." You'd roll your eyes as you stood up, a little shaky at first but you quickly gathered your senses and began to walk towards the entrance you had spotted while observing the room. You yourself were a medic, you knew your own limits better than anyone else. Though you supposed throughout the past couple of days you had been ignoring said limits, but you weren't about to let some robot take care of you when you could do so yourself. As you stepped out into the corridor, your gaze immediately landed on the window that looked out into space just to your left. You quickly moved over to it, pressing a hand against the coolness of the glass to try and peer outside; Was the Skeld nearby? Were you able to pinpoint where you were? Annoyance crossed your features as you didn't take notice of your ship anywhere, but you did notice the stars looked to be in the exact same positions as before when you were aboard your ship and would stand in the cafeteria to stare out at them. So if this ship didn't move from where the Skeld was stationed, where was the ship?
As your mind raced with questions, your attention was turned elsewhere as the echo of voices began to reach your ears. You'd turn your head behind you, eyes narrowed slightly down the corridor before you began to follow the voices cautiously.
"Grace you can't be serious about keeping them here. What if we run out of supplies? Or they try to kill us? What then?" A deep male voice spoke but was quickly cut off by another voice, also male.
"This ship was originally designed to house three people, we'd have more than enough supplies to get us to Erid if they wanted to come with! And I mean- I don't think they'd want to kill us… You watched all the video logs, they don't seem like the type to kill unless they absolutely needed too! They're a medic, after all." The second male would voice his opinion, his tone firm. So you were on a ship with two others, good to know. As you made a left turn to make your way down the next corridor, you quickly caught sight of another window. With caution thrown out the window, you quickly raced over to it to take another look outside. It was there you saw the Skeld, attached to what you could only assume was this ships airlock system. A sigh of relief escaped you before you'd glance back, hearing the voices once more. Behind you was another corridor, much shorter though, and what looked to be a lab was attached at the end of it.
You'd take note of the two males there, one with long darker hair and the other with short blonde hair, glasses hanging off of his face. What really took your interest? The creature in the glass ball that seemed to be looking directly at you.
"Grace, Simon-" The creature began to speak, though similar to the medical room you were in, it sounded automated.
"Not now Rocky." Simon (Or Grace, you didn't know who was who) spoke down to the creature without taking his gaze off the other human before him.
"Urgent! Very urgent! Statement!" The creature spoke again, but both men seemed to just ignore the creature as they continued their argument above him. How rude of them. You'd slowly move away from the window, making your way down the corridor to where they all stood. Rocky, you assumed it's name was given the one male mentioned it, began to roll in the ball, making a quick lap around the two to try and get their attention once more before it began to make it's way over to you.
"Simon! Grace!" Rocky called out again as it stopped just before you to try and properly get a look at you.
"What?!" Both men shouted in unison before turning to look at where Rocky had rolled off to, only for both of them to go silent and wide eyed as you stood there. You'd have crouched down to inspect the ball, your head tilted curiously at it's design. What looked to be glass panels were attached to every side of it, welded together with a thin seal of… Some type of element or metal, you weren't sure. You weren't the scientist of the group, that much was certain.
"Weird…" You'd speak before your gaze turned to the men and your heart all but stopped. You stared with wide eyes at the male with the dark hair; Half of his face, around his cheek area to be exact, were sharp jagged teeth that jutted out from what looked to be a wide scar across his face that branched out just above his nose. He was also missing his left arm, but that wasn't what made you so fearful. It was the teeth, almost looking exactly like those of the imposter that took over Yellow.
As if sensing your sudden fear, Grace quickly moved to stand in front of Simon, his hands held up in defense. "Wait wait wait- Don't freak out, okay? He's not as scary as he looks! I promise!" Grace began, unsure if you were even able to understand his language. Well, you did speak perfect English not even a second ago, so perhaps you did understand. Simon made a face as the fear crossed your features and turned his head away to hide that mutated side of him.
"Simon safe! Everything here safe! Statement!" Rocky spoke as he rolled around you as you stood to your feet, still looking a bit defensive; You had every right to be. You were taken from the comfort (if you even wanted to call it that anymore) of your own ship and were now surrounded by 2 strangers and a rock-like alien. If it wasn't for the lack of knowledge of the ship you were on, you would've bolted and attempted to find your way back to the Skeld. You'd keep your gaze on Simon for a moment longer before shifting your gaze to Grace, finally putting names to faces.
"Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" You'd begin your long list of questions to which Grace would relax a bit; Good, you were gonna trust them for the time being. He'd take that small bit of trust and run with it for as long as you'd let him.
"You're on the Hail Mary, a spaceship from the planet Earth. And I mean… You looked like you were dying on your own ship when we found you. You needed the help so we brought you back to get that help." He'd answer honestly, slowly lowering his hands. "Why don't you come and have a seat in the lab and we can talk…? I'm sure you have a lot of questions to ask us and we have a couple we'd like to ask you as well. I'll get you something to eat too, you're probably starving."
You'd fall silent at that as you thought it over; You didn't have much of a choice to be fair and your stomach eventually gave your answer as it growled loudly. Simon would snort lightly upon hearing it and you'd huff quietly, moving your hands over your stomach as you glared down at it in annoyance. You supposed you did owe them your thanks for saving you, so it was only right that you answered whatever questions they had.
"Fine, but only because food is an option."
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You'd sit at one of the lab tables, balancing yourself on the stool as you shoveled in whatever food Grace had given you. This was much different then the food on the Skeld and honestly? It tasted so much better and you didn't think you could return to what you originally ate on the ship.
"Okay so- First things first." Grace spoke as he paced the lab on the other side of the table you were currently sat at, Simon leaning against the counter on the opposite side with his hand gripping the edge of it as he also watched Grace pace around. Rocky remained seated nearby in his ball, though within view of everyone.
"We found the video logs on your ship and we know about your mission and… Parts of what happened to your crew. Our condolences, by the way." He'd offer, turning to look at you in which you'd give a small nod as 'thanks' as you continued to eat; By the way you were inhaling it, you obviously hadn't eaten in a couple days. "I guess the main thing we want to know is what attacked your crew? Were you able to figure out what it was? Is it a possible threat to the rest of us?" Grace finished as he stopped just beside Simon. You'd finish your meal, pushing the garbage aside into a small pile before you'd lean your arms on the table, looking between Simon and Grace with a content look now that you had been fed.
"I'm still not sure myself what it was if I'm being honest... It must've came from Polus, perhaps a parasite or maybe just an alien with shape-shifting abilities? Then again that wouldn't explain just how it knew Yellow's memories if it was a shape-shifter so I've started to lean more towards parasitic. Though without Yellow's body I'm not exactly able to confirm any of the theories I have…" You'd shrug lightly. "Unless you intend on going to the planet Polus, I don't see it being a threat to anyone here."
"Is your name actually Red?" Simon would ask next, causing Grace to give him a look like 'Are you serious?!' A small laugh would escape you, shaking your head lightly; Grace had informed you several times over (Rocky as well) that Simon wouldn't hurt you, that he wasn't like the monster that had killed your crew.
"No, my name isn't actually Red. When creating the crew for the mission, they grabbed crewmates from various parts of the planet. Some of us had names the others couldn't even pronounce, so they decided to have us go off the colors of our suits. It made things easier, in a way." You'd inform them, watching as Simon gave a slow nod and Grace raised an eyebrow in response; He supposed in a way it would make sense, I mean, who didn't know their colors?
"Anyway- My turn." You'd sit up a little more, leaning over the table to point directly at Rocky. "What's that?"
"Me?" Rocky would speak, slightly annoyed you'd refer to him as a 'that.' "I am Rocky!" He'd shout, starting to roll towards you until Grace stuck his leg out to stop him, picking up where Rocky had left off. "He's an Eridian, from the planet Erid. Which, actually, is where we were headed until we saw your ship just… Floating around in space." Grace spoke, nudging Rocky back with his foot. A small chuckle would escape Simon at the small altercation, even more so as Rocky would grumble something that the computer was unable to pick up on, rolling back to where he once sat to continue what could only be described as his pouting session.
"Erid?" You'd question, tilting your head before you'd frown. "Where are you even from then? Shouldn't you be going home?" You'd question, looking between Grace and Simon. Simon would make a face at your question, looking away a bit before Grace would clear his throat.
"It's uh- A rather complicated story… One that would take hours to explain." He'd begin, waving his hand as he made his way over to lean himself on the table you sat at. "Short story is he doesn't really have a home anymore." He'd point to Simon. "I don't have enough fuel to get home." He'd point to himself. "And he needs to return home to save his planet and we only have enough fuel to get there." He'd point to Rocky. Slowly you'd nod your head, a frown crossing your features.
"I see… I'm sorry for asking." You'd say as you sat back onto the stool. Grace would give a small shrug as he straightened back up. "Ah, don't worry about it. Not like I had anyone waitin' for me anyway. Though, that does bring me to my next question. What are you going to do now?" He'd question you, crossing his arms.
This question had caught you by surprise; What were you going to do now? You could return to Mira HQ, report your findings and then who knows what would happen from there. They'd probably put you in quarantine for awhile before dumping you into some lab to be watched and tested in case that imposter had, in fact, infected you. Perhaps after all that was said and done, you'd be forced to lead another team back to Polus to investigate those creatures further. In the end, you could only see yourself dying on that planet at the hands of another monster, where it'd take control of your own body to lure that new team to their own demise. You'd make a face at the thought, picking at the bandages that wrapped up your arms as more and more scenarios played out in your mind.
Simon would watch you closely, his head tilted ever so slightly. "You don't want to return to wherever you're from, do you?" He'd question, as if reading your very mind. Your eyes would widen as you looked at Simon, mouth slightly agape as if trying to come up with some reasoning to give him. "It's written all over your face, you know. You're afraid to go back, afraid they'll send you back into the same mess you were just in. I know that feeling, I was stuck in something similar." He'd inform you, a knowing look in his eyes. You didn't need to fully understand his story to just know he understood you. You'd hum lowly in response, looking down at the table.
"I'm… Sorry to hear that. And I'm sorry for judging you so quickly. After everything happened I really thought you were one of those things…" You'd apologize, watching as Simon simply shrugged it off before speaking. "It happens, don't worry about it."
Silence fell between the four of you, everyone had their eyes on you and what your decision would be. After some thinking, some serious thought on your end, you'd open your mouth to speak.
"I'd... I'd like to go with you to Erid. If you'll have me,that is. I have medical knowledge, maybe not as much as that machine in the other room but I can be useful!" You'd offer yourself up, looking between the two men with wide eyes. "Whatever supplies are on the Skeld are yours to take. There's food and water, though it's not as good as what you gave me earlier. Not to mention various medical supplies, lab equipment, there's even plants within the O2 lab we could bring aboard if you so wanted."
Simon and Grace would look at each other then down to Rocky, almost as if they were all silently having the conversation that would decide your very fate. You'd bite your lip, already getting antsy and trying to think of something else to offer up that would get them to accept you on board. You'd already offered the food and water, not to mention all the equipment on the ship, what else could you offer-
"Of course you can come with. Why wouldn't we take you along?" Grace would speak up, looking at you with a warm smile. You'd relax immediately into the seat, letting your head fall back for a moment. Similar to when you laid in that bed earlier, you felt at ease; You'd be away from the disaster that had been the past couple of weeks and start new, start somewhere fresh.
With that decision in mind, you'd work with them to gather the supplies you needed off the Skeld and onto the Hail Mary. You informed them of where certain supplies were, of what could be removed and brought with and what had to stay. Simon had knowledge of how to pilot ships, or at least that's what Grace had informed you of since he sorta became the pilot for the Hail Mary when needed, so you had requested he figure out a way to return the ship to Mira HQ. The least you could do was return it to them, along with the bodies of your deceased crewmates that resided within the medical bay. You refused to let Grace or Simon enter that room for that very reason. Only you would go in to retrieve the supplies and say your final goodbyes to the bodies of your crewmates. You'd apologize for not being able to save them and hoped that the stars that surrounded you took their souls and carried them into another world where they weren't subjected to such a terrible fate.
With everything now secured within the Hail Mary and the autopilot that Simon figured out set for departure within the next ten minutes, you sat within the communication room once more. You needed to record one last log, after all. You could hear Captain White already nagging at you to get it done and over with so you all could go about your day. You'd reach out towards the camera, pressing the button to turn it on. The familiar red light began to flash.
"Video Log twenty-five. Red reporting." You'd begin, just as you had so many times before as you adjusted how you sat within the chair. "This is actually the last log, not the previous one, obviously." You'd joke before delving into your final video log. "Thanks to a group of other survivors aboard another ship, I'm still alive and kicking. With that in mind though, I will not be returning to Mira HQ for a number of reasons that I refuse to list in this recording but if you watch the other logs, I'm sure you can piece it together very quickly." You'd inform the camera as if you were talking to researchers back in HQ.
Leaning back in your seat, you crossed your arms over your space suit and put your head back a small bit to stare up at the ceiling. "I've gone ahead and logged all the data needed from the mission to Polus and I've even recorded another video to inform you all of a possible parasitic alien residing on the planet that was the reason for everyone being killed. I advise you all not to return there, to abandon the planet all together, but I know how it all works. You'll take my warning and throw it aside until the same situation happens again, and again, and again." You'd sigh, shaking your head as you thought of what poor unfortunate souls would be sent there next.
"Regardless," you'd begin again, lowering your head to look at the flashing red dot upon the camera. "I'll be sending the Skeld back to you, though it's supplies have gone with me. Figured you'd all just toss them anyway once it returned in fear of them being infected so might as well put it to use somewhere else, am I right?" You'd stand from the seat, uncrossing your arms as you leaned forward with your hands on the desk. "Aboard the ship within the medical bay are the bodies of some of the crew, though not all are here. Please, return them to their families or loved ones so proper burial and cremations may be taken care of." With a low hum and some thought if you had missed anything else, you decided to wrap it up, you were running short on time and the Hail Mary and it's crew were waiting for you, after all.
"With all that said and done, I believe it's time for me to take my leave." You'd reach out, your hand hovering over the camera's record button. "Red, officially signing off, and good luck." You'd click it off. You'd move away from the computer after making sure the log saved and the computer turned off, leave the communication room, and make your way through the storage area one last time. You'd stop at the air lock, looking back into the ship once more, taking it all in once more just as you had done the day you boarded it.
"Red coming? Red should come over now. Ship take off soon. Will be stuck alone." Rocky called out from where he was positioned on the other side of the tunnel, gently rocking the ball he resided in as he eagerly awaited their newest companion.
"Y-Yeah you really should come over now-" Grace began, growing nervous as the time ticked down to when the ship would depart. "I'd really rather not get sucked out into space when we're so close to Erid all because we didn't close the airlock in time." Grace called out, a small laugh escaping as you as you'd turn and make your way across and into the Hail Mary where they all stood, Simon just on the other side of where Rocky was.
"Alright, alright. I'm comin." You'd speak, looking back as Grace closed the airlock and ensured it was properly sealed before he'd move away into the main portion of the ship. You'd move towards the nearest window and watched as the Skeld, not even two minutes after you had boarded the Hail Mary, powered itself on and without hesitation, turned itself 180 degrees and blasted off into space in the direction you could only assume the planet where Mira HQ resided in was at. You'd remain beside the window for some time, your eyes glued to the bright light of the ships large thrusters until they disappeared among the stars. With a low hum escaping you, you looked back over to Simon, Grace, and Rocky; These three individuals were now your newest crew, and like hell you'd fail them as you did those on the Skeld. Grace watched you with a warm smile, a hand on his hip while Simon's head was slightly tilted, an eyebrow raised as he expected you to say something or perhaps see what your next move was. Meanwhile, on the floor of the ship, Rocky seemed to be buzzing with excitement within his glass ball.
Hi!! I saw you do asks so I'm sending one in (•◡•u)
Two x reader uhh preferably a guy reader but gn is fine!
Two says something really sweet (which is pretty typical of two), and sees reader just watching them in awe for seemingly no reason. They of course trust their love fully, but their brain genuinely can't fathom someone genuinely wanting to be around them - let alone be WITH them.
Uhh have a nice day / night, ignore this if you'd like of course!!
Ok so TECHNICALLY I don’t do fanfic requests (I’m considering making a separate blog for them)
BUT I can definitely write this for you since you were so polite in your ask! (Seriously tho thank you for being so nice :))
(Also sorry this is like 6 months late…I have severe motivation issues but I’m trying my best to resolve them.)
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Presence: A Tpot Two x Gn!Reader Fanfic
Contents: SFW, hurt/comfort and fluff, Two is very affectionate verbally and physically, it’s implied that the reader was never really in a good relationship before, everyone is humanized (my original two gjinka is used), reader is a contestant, it’s a little short since I’m not good at writing long fics, I might have used the “…” thing way to much but we ball still
Warnings: None :)
After the day’s especially grueling challenge of all the contestants on The Power of Two were winding down. Some of them were grabbing a bite to eat at the kitchen, some were going straight to their rooms for a much-needed sleep.
However, you and your beloved host and partner Two Integer, were sitting on the edge of the hotel’s roof talking to each other.
“Tomorrow’s challenge better be more…low-stakes, Two.” You say with a sigh and a tired smile.
Two waved a playfully dismissive hand. “Oh, don’t worry, cupcake, it’ll be an easy one.” They briefly took off their boater hat and combed a spindly hand through their green hair. “I think I learned my lesson after today.”
You laughed fondly at their remark, but once they had their hat back on they said something…unexpected.
“You know, Reader, you’re a really fun person to be around.”
Your heart felt like it froze in your chest. They…really enjoyed hanging out with you that much? I mean, obviously they liked you enough to take you as their partner, but…you had secretly thought they only agreed to it out of pity for your loneliness. But this…this sounded genuine. No one had ever said something that earnestly to you before. You felt an embarrassing blush creep up your face but you couldn’t do anything but just…stare at them in awe.
This of course confused Two, who was looking back at you quizzically. “Uh, Reader? You in there?” They teased with a chuckle.
Your attention was immediately brought back to the present moment. “Oh, u-um, yeah…I just—“, you paused to pull your legs to your chest, a nervous habit. “Do you really think I’m that fun to be with?”
Two’s look of confusion immediately turned to one of sympathy. “Oh, sweetheart, of course you are.” They said as they got closer and put an arm around your shoulder. “You’re a lot more enjoyable of a person than you give yourself credit for.”
You felt your eyes begin to water at that, and you buried your head in their shoulder, trying to hide it. It wasn’t working, though, as Two started comforting you anyway. They knew you better than you wanted to admit.
“Don’t cry, love, everything’s alright. I’m right here.” They assured softly as they shifted their embrace to fully hold you in their arms, their gloved hand stroking your hair.
You didn’t cry up a monsoon, but it was enough to let Two know that this was a ‘first-time’ for you. That you never really had anyone verbally express their appreciation like that.
After a few minutes, you lifted your head back up to look your partner in the eyes. They were simply smiling at you, their bright eyes crinkling at the corners like they always did when they grinned.
“Oh, I forgot to say ‘thank you’ for the compliment.” You said nervously as you wiped your eye with a shaky finger.
Two shook their head. “There’s no need to say it, cupcake, I already know that you are.” They sighed softly as they took your hand in theirs and playfully squeezed it. “Your emotions spoke for themselves.”
You chuckled, and rested your head back on their chest as you both watched the new moon come up over the horizon.
gender neutral reader, error still has his hapephobia but is experimenting with new things, fluff, mutual pining, requested
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It's a bit of a boring day. The sun's shining, a gentle breeze blows through the air outside before making its way through an open window. You lean back against your couch as you stare at the TV, blinking lazily before hopping up to go and raid your kitchen for some snacks. You walk over to the kitchen table to rummage through a bag there, fairly distracted as white pixels begin to manifest behind you.
Lifting the bag up a bit, you jolt as soon as you feel various blue strings wrap around your body from behind; yanking you into the Anti-Void once more. You deadpan as soon as you realize who's behind this, shaking your head with amusement and making sure you don't drop the bag as the strings soon put you down.
"Y'know, you could've just asked me if I wanted to come over and I would've said yes." You smile, walking over and leaning over Error's beanbag chair to look into his differently colored eyelights once he glances up at you.
"That's boring. I like to keep things original." He shrugs, before patting the spot beside himself. "Hurry up and sit down, the show's about to start."
You happily sit in a beanbag beside him, sitting your bag of snacks between you so he can grab some as well.
"Awww, you brought me here just to watch your favorite Universes..I'm flattered, Error." You tease, grinning when his cheeks lightly flush in response and he turns his face away from you.
"Oh, whatever.. just be grateful I didn't keep you upside down." He huffs, before glancing curiously over at the bag you brought with you and looking inside of it.
"I am grateful for that, at least. Oh, uh, you can have anything you'd like, I don't mind. I've got plenty for both of us, and I know you have a sweet tooth..soo I'm sure there's something you'll like." You point finger guns at him, before diverting your attention to the screen for a moment. He hums in acknowledgement, rummaging through it to find anything of interest. After a bit of searching, he pauses before lifting up a small red box.
"What's this?" He points to it, leaving his finger against the cover. You squint your eyes for a second, before perking up a little.
"Oh! Those are Pocky sticks, they're like biscuits- the cookie kind- covered in chocolate. They're really good- they also come in different flavors. I think I saw strawberry once." You think back for a moment as he opens the box, fidgeting with the wrapper around the sticks. "Tell me what you think."
He opens his mouth, and for a brief moment you can see multiple blue tongues threatening to poke out before he takes a bite. You pause a second, feeling your face lightly darken before you shake your head to snap out of it. Pausing a second to contemplate, he gives a nod of approval before tipping the box your way so you can take one as well. You reach forwards, happily taking a bite as the show begins in the background.
"You know there's actually a game themed around these? It's kinda silly." You look down at the current stick you have in your hand as he glances over, tilting his head in curiosity and lightly pushing up his glasses.
"How's it work?"
"Well- it's something more suited for intimate couples. I don't know if you'd want to do something like that, but..it's essentially a game of chicken. One person puts a stick in their mouth, and the other person bites from the other end. They keep going until either one person pulls away, or they kiss." You place a stick in your mouth to demonstrate as you speak, gesturing your hand like a mouth before putting it down and continuing to eat the stick until it's gone.
He hums in acknowledgement, pausing for a second to contemplate something. He trails one hand over the other, fidgeting as he falls into deep thought. A blush crosses his face, causing his skull to burst with color.
"It's not something we have to do or anything, I was just telling you about it-" You wave your hands around quickly, before he turns to you.
"I-I-I want.. to try." He looks at you with a serious expression, his blush dying down a little bit and leaving the faintest trace behind. Your eyes briefly widen in surprise, and you inhale.
"Are you sure? Do you really? You don't have to push it if you don't want to." You insist, looking between his face and the box.
"I- ..I know. There's still plenty of chances to back out, and..it's something I want to try. If I can't handle it, then I'll know. If I can, then..well, we'll see how that goes." He turns the volume of the display in front of him down, placing the bag aside so there isn't anything between you. You can feel your heart race a mile a minute at the mere idea, watching as he takes another stick from the box and gingerly presses the opposite end of it past your lips so you can hold it in place. Oh man, this is indeed happening-
Keep your breath steady.. just stay calm. Oh, but it's hard to stay calm when there's a possible chance you both could kiss! From the looks of it, he's a little nervous too..but it's worth a try.
He takes the first bite. It's small, nothing too crazy but it does bring you both a little closer. He scoots forwards a little bit, before taking another. The stick slightly wobbles a bit in your mouth, but not enough to be noticeable.
With determined browbones, he takes another and slowly continues until he's finally moved past the middle. Now mere inches away from you. He pauses for a second to look over your face, feeling his own growing hot again. You make sure to give him a look of reassurance as you try to steady your rapidly beating heart.
He knows he can bail at any time, something he appreciates. Though he also doesn't want to lose this little game you have going. And so he makes his decision.
With a quick breath that he doesn't truly need, he slowly closes the gap between you both. The remaining pieces break off from one another as you briefly kiss, before he quickly pulls away. You both pause for a second to swallow and you take a moment to study his expression. ..No error messages..no glitches.
"..How do you feel?"
"..I think..I think I liked that." He raises a hand to his mouth, feeling his soul pounding within his chest. "I'm..I'm willing to try again, that time was a little short. Just to know for sure."
"Oh- Okay, yeah." You sit up a little bit, resting your hands in your lap. He places another stick in your mouth, and the process repeats. Only, you notice he moves a little quicker this time. Less hesitation than he'd had before.
Once he finally reaches the end, he closes the gap again. Only this time, he stays there a bit longer.. leaning into you. You feel your face beginning to burn, slowly closing your eyes to return the feeling. The kiss is slow, gentle. Warmth flows between the two of you as you stay in place, savoring the feeling of each other before you both pull away.
"So..how do you feel now?" You watch as his eyelights lightly tremble, hazy after the kiss. He looks a bit dazed for a second, before snapping out of it and leaning back so there's a short distance between you again.
Burying his flushed skull in his scarf, he mutters: "I liked it."
You smile at that, moving to face the screen again. Feeling satisfied by the experience.
"I-I-It's still something I have to get used to, but.. I don't think I'd mind trying again sometime." He glances over at you briefly, meeting your loving eyes before looking back at the screen. "You don't have to be so smug about it-"
"I'm not. I'm happy you were comfortable doing that with me. It's a new experience..I'm glad we could both enjoy it." You smile warmly, replaying it over and over in your mind as you stare at the screen. Your staring is briefly interrupted when a small plush dangles down of the skeleton beside you, its little face being gently pressed against your own before dropping into your lap. You gladly pick it up, hugging it tightly as the skeleton beside you huffs in amusement.
The rest of the day plays out like it usually does, the two of you watching your favorite things together until you both fall asleep beside one another.
if you are taking sfawtde requests, can I req comforting avery after the events of dawtde? poor baby is probably so depressed and traumatized after the events of dawtde, you didnt check on him during new years. cause you were hanging out with your friends but you find him after he ghosted everyone after dawtde cause of how trauamtized he was, i think this could work as both platonic or romantic (or maybe a mix of both idk)
Sorry I Wasn’t There
In which you find yourself caring for someone dear to you.
Alternatively
Avery needs someone, you happen to be there.
This is the ultimate QPR. Non-sexual nudity and bathing included. I do not make the rules this is what the people (my head) wanted. Also Avery is black! Theres like a one-off sentence referencing it but I know a lot of people headcanon him as white or sum
You really can’t blame yourself for not noticing his absence sooner. Between New Years and your subsequent hangover, you had bigger problems to deal with. You had to clean you house after the huge party with none of your friends offering to help, you had to make sure you hadn’t done anything embarrassing while you were drunk, and you had to respond to all the texts you had gotten giving you your obligatory happy new years.
So, with all that being said, it’s really no surprise why Avery wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.
You thought it was odd when he cancelled on the party, but you weren’t going to force him to join you. You thought it was odd when he hadn’t even shot you a happy new years text—or any text for that matter—but you assumed he had just forgotten.
You only really started worrying when he wasn’t picking up your calls. Throughout your many years of friendship it’s become a ritual to call each other at least once a week and he has never ignored your calls. You even tried asking his parents if they had heard from him at all only to be told that no, they hadn’t heard from their son since last year.
A part of you worried that you may be overthinking things. Nobody else seemed to be all that concerned, so why should you be? He’s probably just spending some time alone.
...Oh but it’s so hard not to worry!
He’s never just gone dead silent before! He’s had his moments where he gets on Minecraft and forgets about everything else for a few hours, but he’s never done that for a week straight!
Maybe a rational person would have just called for a wellness check and let some professionals handle it, but you weren’t a rational person. Who would know how to check on Avery better than yourself? Honestly, it probably doesn’t even require police or professionals anyway. You’d just be wasting their time.
That’s why you find yourself standing in front of Avery’s apartment, knuckles hitting against the door aggressively. You’ve been at this for a while, long enough to recap everything that’s led up to this moment, and he still hasn’t even given you a verbal answer!
“Avery?” You call his name for what must be the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. “Open the door, man! I-“ You look around the hallway. Luckily nobody’s come out to yell at you yet, but it feels really awkward standing out here like this. “Someone’s gonna think I’m a weirdo and, uh, hah, probably call security!”
Still no answer.
You look around once more before letting out a tired sigh and start fishing around in your pockets for his key.
You hate to walk in uninvited, but he’s really given you no choice. He gave you this key a while back, joking about you needing it since you were supposedly his emergency contact. He may have been playing around back then but you intend to live up to that title if he really needs you to.
Once you push the door open and make your way inside, you’re a little underwhelmed by the state of his apartment. It looks the exact same as it did last time you were over, though you’re not sure if that’s concerning or not.
You flick the lights on and close the door behind you as you walk inside, searching for any sign of Avery.
God, it’d be really awkward if he wasn’t here at all and you wasted your time looking stupid outside his apartment. You’re pretty sure he is here since his car was in the parking lot, but there’s always a possibility he went on a walk.
”Avery?” You call out his name as you walk through the small home, making your way over to his bedroom door. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on it. “Avery, you in there?”
Once again, no answer.
You place your hand on the door knob, “I’m coming in, okay?” You warn before opening the door.
You honestly expect the room to be empty when you open it, your time spent here being for nothing at all, but you are proven to be wrong when you see the suspiciously human shaped lump under the blanket on his bed.
Letting out a relieved sigh, you approach him and gently shake his shoulder, though you find yourself pulling back immediately after he flinches. Thats… new.
You’ve seen him flinch before. You’ve made him flinch before, actually, but this was way more violent than anything you’ve seen. You’d think you were made of knives with the way he reacted.
”Avery?” You say gently, now settling on gently shaking the mattress beneath him. “Are you… Okay?”
He lets out a small grumble and curls further into himself. It’s not words but at least you know he’s awake. That information won’t help you much though, so he’s given you no other choice than to pull the blanket off of him.
Gently, you attempt to remove the blanket from the bed, but Avery continues to hold onto it. You end up having to pry it from his hands, the stubborn man’s arms flopping down at his sides once you eventually free it from his grasp.
Now, you aren’t one to judge, especially not when you’d be judging someone you hold close to your heart, but Avery looks gross. It honestly feels weird to see him like this, it’s as though you were intruding on something private and vulnerable. It makes something in your fragile heart break.
As if he wants to further guilt you, he begins sniffling weakly now that he’s exposed. It’s horrible how much that tugs at your heartstrings.
You open your mouth to say something but Avery beats you to it, mumbling your name in a raspy voice that sounds so unlike him. That’s all he manages to get out before he begins crying quietly, burying his head in his mattress.
”What- What happened? Are you okay?” It’s a stupid question, one with an obvious answer, but it’s one you ask nonetheless.
You sit down on the edge of his bed, rubbing his back in a feeble attempt to calm him down as he hiccups, shaking his head no.
“Is it… Um, is it something I can help with?” You want to ask if it’s something you can fix, but unfortunately most things aren’t like that. You’d rather not embarrass yourself by giving him an empty promise.
“No, no no no,” He babbles, “Too late- ‘s too late and ‘s my fault—”
He cuts himself off with a choked sob, his crying no longer quiet. What is he talking about? What is his fault? He’s had his moments of guilt and panic just like everyone else, but he’s never been the type to break down sobbing like he is now. Would it be wrong to say that just his reaction was making you panic as well?
“It- Uhm-“ You’d be lying if you said this didn’t make you a little uncomfortable. Comforting someone wasn’t something you had to do often and when it was it wasn’t like you were even that good at it, so you weren’t sure how this was meant to go.
Oh but… He’s shaking so hard… You can at least try to help him out.
”It’s not your fault, Avery…” You mumble, lowering yourself behind him on the bed and wrapping an arm around him. “I mean, I- I don’t really know what it is, but I’m sure it’s not.”
”It was!” He cries and for a moment you’re worried that spooning may not have been the right thing, but he doesn’t move away from you.
Very slowly, you press further into his back. You want to give him the chance to push off of you if he needs to, even if he isn’t showing any signs of doing that just yet. In fact, you’re ninety percent sure he’s leaning back, which is probably a good sign.
Other than this physical comfort though, you’ve got no idea what else to do. If you keep trying to reassure him that whatever might’ve happened wasn’t his fault you’d just end up in a never ending loop. If you ask him what he’s even talking about, well, you know him well enough to know he probably wouldn’t be able to explain it well like this.
So, you stay quiet, letting his sobs turn into small hiccups and his shaking turn into quivering. All you do—or what you hope you’re doing, at least—is stay a constant presence against his back, face pressed into his shoulder to remind him that you are there.
It’s like that for a while, the room dead silent aside from his shaky breathing and the occasional loud noise from outside (an unfortunate side effect of living in the city). You could’ve tricked yourself into believing that you were just cuddling like you have many times before if you really tried to.
Avery speaks up before you get the chance to think about doing that, though, croaking a small, “I’m sorry…”
”Sorry for what?” You ask, your voice soft like he’d break if you spoke just a little louder.
”I-I dunno…!” He whines. You’re scared he might begin sobbing again, but fortunately he takes a moment to breathe before continuing. “It’s stupid and you came here for no reason and I just—“
”Hey, woah,” You interrupt him and rub your hand up and down his arm, “I didn’t come for no reason, I came because I was worried. You don’t have to apologize for that, never.”
“Still…” He mumbles, curling into himself once more. A less serious part of you wonders how he manages to keep doing that.
”Still, nothing.” You complete the sentence for him, “I care about you Avery, I don’t mind coming to check on you and make sure you’re alright.”
That gets him to quiet down a little, now just gripping his arms like he always does when he gets in his own head.
Letting out a huff of air through your nose, you carefully bring your hands to his own and give them something else to grip. You’d much rather him hold your hands a little too hard than grip his arms to the point of tearing skin.
”You are important to me, okay?” You say, refraining from smiling as he squirms slightly at the reminder. “Probably the most important person in my life right now, and if that means I have to come into your apartment and hold you until you feel better that’s okay with me, I would not have it any other way.”
He sniffles quietly and though you aren’t sure if it’s from your spiel or from remnants of his breakdown, you find that it’s not as uncomfortable as it was before. Maybe you should do speeches like that more often if it gets you to calm down as well.
Also, him sniffling gives you an idea.
”And… Since you are important to me, that means I have to tell you that you need a bath.” It wasn’t meant to sound as blunt as it does and that causes you to cringe slightly afterwards, but hey, you still mean it! He’s still a lovable guy but rotting away in your apartment for days on end is going to do a number on your hygiene.
Avery doesn’t seem to take the comment as offensive (you decide to credit that to your amazing reassurance), instead quietly mumbling, “I know… It- I-I haven’t been able to, uhm,” His voice cracks and it causes you to hold him a little closer, “I haven’t been able to get up much…”
It’s times like these where you wish you had the ability to magically take away people’s pain. You would give anything just to see Avery act like his normal self, you would take his pain, double it, and give it to yourself if that was what he needed.
Sadly, the world doesn’t work like that, so instead you give him an offer. “I can help you if you want? I don’t mind.”
”Mm?”
”Like, I can help you get washed up if that’s what you need.”
Most people would probably be embarrassed by this offer, unwilling to show or be given that type of care by someone they’d call a friend, and you used to understand them. Used to. Now that you have Avery, you honestly think it’s a little silly.
”Would you?” He asks, sounding unsure of himself. It’s the kind of intonation that makes you want to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, make him see himself in a better light.
”I wouldn’t offer if I wouldn’t do it.” You tease, grin getting bigger once that gets a small huff of laughter from him. That’s a win in your books. “Come on, let’s get the water running.”
Getting him out of bed isn’t actually as difficult as you thought it’d be. Sure, you might’ve had to help him out since his legs hurt from disuse, but it really wasn’t terrible.
His bathroom is surprisingly clean for a guy of his age and with his attitude. Most people would expect him to be a bit of a slob since his only hobby is playing video games but they’re always pleasantly surprised the first time they walk into his apartment. It’s stupid to be proud of him for something as menial as this, but you can’t help it.
You keep yourself focused on running the bath water as he undresses. You’re not sure what the whole deal is with it but somehow undressing feels more vulnerable than actually being naked. You let your mind wander with this train of thought, eventually wondering if there’s any kinds of studies on it. Maybe you’re being stupid and it’s just a you thing?
Eventually, you hone back in on the water, letting it run over your hand until it reaches what you deem a nice temperature. “This good?” You ask as Avery crouches down beside you to feel it as well.
“Eh… Could be a little warmer, maybe?” He says, moving to mess with the faucet.
You can’t stop yourself from smiling fondly when he sticks his tongue out slightly, showing so much focus on something others wouldn’t care much about. You should’ve known better than to think you could’ve gotten his perfect temperature first try.
It’s nice that despite being in such a tough time he was still able to have his quirks. You still don’t know what he’s been through but you can’t help but admire how strong he is.
It takes a minute for Avery to get the temperature how he wants it, but once he does he wastes no time getting in. You’re happy he’s letting you do this because god knows he desperately needs it.
Okay that sounded rude. Maybe you should stop sounding like that.
You grab his loofah and make sure to lather a good amount of body wash onto it before you start scrubbing him with it. He’s very pliant throughout this process, letting you move his arms where you need them and not making much noise. You assume he’s enjoying it because of his lack of complaints.
You finish up with his upper body and pass the loofah over to him. He’s a grown man, he can handle washing his own ass. You also ask him to wash his locs while you go get him a towel and he nods.
When you get back Avery has already drained most of the water from the tub, now sitting in it with his knees brought up to his chin. He looks small like this, the contemplative look on his face doing nothing to counter that.
”What’re you thinking about now, huh?” You ask, crouching down and draping the towel over his shoulders.
”Nothing, I just…” He pauses, looking down at the ground. It takes him a second before he speaks again. “I’m sorry you had to come over like this. I’m… You shouldn’t have to take care of me. I-it’s just— I- I don’t know…”
You didn’t really expect him to. He’s not exactly known amongst your group for being the greatest at talking about heavy hitting stuff, and that’s okay! You’ll give him time to think about what he wants to say and you won’t interrupt.
That being said, he’s done speaking now, so that means it’s your turn.
You lean over the edge of the tub and press a kiss to his forehead. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, but it seems to make him a little happier if that tiny smile means anything.
”Avery, there is literally no other place I’d rather be right now. You are my best friend and I would do this a million times if you needed me to, okay? You don’t have to keep apologizing for it.” You say, squeezing his shoulders in what you hope was a reassuring gesture.
After that, you push yourself up to stand and make your way to the door. “Now, I’m gonna go get you some clothes and order us some Chinese food. Sound good?”
That makes him perk up a bit and you resist the urge to chuckle. “Can you get lo mein?”
ꔛ*𓈒✦ Know Your Name [ Spiderman (tasm) x m!reader ]
req: can I request Spiderman (any varient!) meetcute with an awkward fan reader? Like, he saves them or sees them during patrol with their spiderman shirt, ita bag, bracelets,ect and they start actually malfunctioning in response
word count: 1.4k
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I love love loved writing this req (I mightve gotten carried away oops) reader is a painter! enjoy reading ☆
Peter saw him around school often. Everyone at school knew how much of a spiderman fan he was: he always had some form of spiderman merch on his person.
Spiderman keychain? Spiderman t-shirts? Spiderman anything? y/n probably had it.
Peter found it cute, honestly. He was one of his biggest fans and weren’t scared of making it known to anyone.
What Peter didn’t know was that y/n found Spiderman extremely attractive as well. It was something about seeing the web-slinging superhero try his hardest to keep the city safe that enamoured y/n.
One day just before school was dismissed, Peter decided to patrol earlier than he usually would. He left just before the last period of the day started: he could afford to miss his last class anyway. He stayed close to the school; he definitely didn’t have a reason to stay near that area…
The school bell finally rang to signal the end of the day. He saw y/n walk out of the school building with their headphones, which were covered in Spiderman stickers, on. He followed y/n for a while, but not in a stalker way. No, he was just making sure he was safe. It wasn’t always safe walking around with headphones on in the streets.
Plus, he knew that y/n wasn’t going straight home. He had overheard y/n tell Gwen that he was going to an art studio after school. It wasn’t too far from their school. Peter knew that y/n was an artist, but despite the fact that most of the school admired his art, he had never managed to see y/n's art for himself.
Peter had got into his head so much thinking about them that he didn’t even realise that y/n had almost walked into oncoming traffic. It was sudden: the traffic light had turned red, but a car tried to jump it and sped over the red light.
He didn’t waste anytime and shot a web right in front of y/n’s path; he almost bumped into it. Confused, he looked up and saw Spiderman sitting on the ledge of a nearby building with a web shot out from his wrist. He felt their face heating up as Spiderman landed next to him.
“Hey, you alright? That car basically came outta nowhere, huh?” he chuckled slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
y/n was frozen. His phone almost slipped out of his hand as his mouth was slightly agape.
“Uh… are you alright?” Spiderman tried to ask again while he waved a hand in front of y/n’s face.
He blinked a few times before muttering out, ”Spiderman…”
“That’s me!”
His smile could be heard from beneath his mask. y/n couldn’t form a sentence as they both stood on the side of the intersection. His brain stopped as they realised how nerdy he must’ve looked standing in front of Spiderman: he had their handmade Spiderman bracelets on one wrist, his bag had Spiderman badges and keychains littered on it, his headphones were covered in stickers of Spiderman, and (unbeknownst to Spiderman) he held a rolled up scroll of paper which happened to be a giant painting of Spiderman that he was working on.
y/n mentally facepalmed and groaned. Out of all the days he had to meet his favourite hero… It had to be today?? He thought to themself.
“But seriously, are you okay?” Spiderman brought him away from his self-consciousness.
“Uh… huh…” he mentally slapped himself again. “Sorry,” he muttered before trying to walk away from the spider hero.
“Hey hey hey! Wait up!”
“Wha-?” his face felt warmer as the masked superhero trailed him.
“Where are you off to?” Spiderman asked as the continued walking.
“Y’know the art studio close by…?” he mumbled.
“The what?”
“The art studio!” y/n half yelled before apologizing profusely.
Spiderman started waving his hands frantically, “There’s no need to apologize! I was just wondering if you wanted company on your way to wherever you were headed!”
y/n nearly passed out then and there.
“I, don’t you have,” y/n stumbled over his words, “Should you not be… I don’t know, saving someone?”
“Well, I saved you from getting hit by a car.”
“Fair point…”
“So, I’m going to keep you safe by making sure you get to your destination alright.”
y/n was surprised they could still stand after that comment. He nodded slightly as he tried to ignore how his heart was racing with the proximity to the superhero he admired so much.
Spiderman was muscular, but in a lean way, y/n noticed through the fabric of the suit. He looked away from him fast and clutched the strap of his bag as Spiderman looked at him.
“You sure are shy, huh?” Spiderman mused as he walked with y/n.
It was weird, Peter thought, how bubbly he usually seemed at school when they talked to people compared to now. He deduced it was probably nerves from being with him. If only y/n knew he was actually just the equally as nerdy photographer that went to his school.
After a walk in awkward silence, they had finally made it to the art studio. y/n hesitated for a moment before asking Spiderman.
“Do you… want to come into my studio?”
Spiderman blinked as he thought for a moment. He shrugged with a nod as they headed into the building.
After a short elevator ride, the pair walked down a hallway until they stopped at y/n’s studio. He fumbled with his keys before opening the door. The room had an entire wall of windows out to the street below; inside it was filled with drying pieces on large canvases. There was a couch near the window which Spiderman dropped himself on without much thought. y/n took the rolled up paper out of his bag and attached it to the easel near the centre of the room.
Spiderman perked up slightly as he tried to see what was on the page. It was a sketch… of him??
y/n was in his own world as he gathered paint supplies from around the room and found a canvas around the same size as their page. He froze when the saw Spiderman standing in front of the canvas.
“You drew this?”
“Uh… yeah? I planned on transferring it to a canvas to paint it…”
“Woah…”
The two stood in silence while Spiderman stared at the sketch. He turned around to y/n and he swore he could see a sparkle in the eyes of the mask.
“I have no clue how it’ll look when it’s done, but it’s incredible, y/n!”
“How’d you know my name…?”
“Uh- lucky guess?”
“Oh fuck, Spiderman is someone I know, holy shit…” y/n muttered to himself as he set up their work station. A realisation dawned on y/n.
“I have a crush on someone I know without knowing who it is… can this day get any weirder…” y/n grumbled as he hid his face in his hands.
“What was that?”
“So… just who are you exactly?”
“I’m Spiderman?”
“I meant from school.”
“Ah…”
As he contemplated whether or not he should tell y/n that he was Peter under the mask. It could go really well or really bad; he tried considering all the possible outcomes of the situation at hand. It could end really, really bad if something happened where y/n was in danger… and his mask was already being taken off by y/n.
Startled, he tried to tug his mask down again.
“If you know who I am you can’t tell anyone.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you said my name.”
“And you won’t freeze up if you know who I am?”
“I’ve already done that… kinda?”
“Fair point…” Peter sighed as he lifted his mask off.
y/n froze for probably the thousandth time since meeting Spiderman that day.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“Surprise…?”
“So you’re telling me, I’ve had a crush on a superhero who happened to be one of my friends… kill me now…” y/n muttered as he went to sit on the couch. He brought his knees into the chest and hid his face from Peter.
“If it makes you feel better, I think it’s cute how much of a fan you are…”
ৎ୭ synopsis. after getting a job at the furniture store, bobby asks you to act in the commercial
ৎ୭ word count. 2k
you’ve only been working at the furniture store for three days.
three days of learning where everything is, pretending you know the difference between fifteen nearly identical couches, and trying not to get lost in the warehouse.
it’s going surprisingly well.
you adjust your oversized polo shirt, the fabric still stiff because it is still so new. you are currently clutching a clipboard, looking over your barely memorized map of the showroom floor, when the heavy front doors swing open.
a guy walks in carrying a heavy equipment bag over his shoulder, a camera case balanced precariously under his arm. he is wearing a casual jacket and a baseball cap turned backward. despite being completely loaded down with gear, he has a bright, energetic grin on his face.
it is bobby franklin. clark already told you he’d be coming today to film a commercial.
he takes two steps into the showroom, looks at the endless maze of sofas, and lets out a low sarcastic whistle. "wow. the empire is looking majestic today."
clark hurries out from the back office, looking pale and incredibly nervous. "bobby! thank goodness you're here. i've been practicing my lines all morning, and i think i'm going to throw up. i can't do it. i can't go on camera, bobby."
"hey, relax clark! stage fright is totally normal," bobby chuckles, slipping the equipment bag off his shoulder. "we'll figure something out."
clark just shakes his head, muttering about checking the inventory, and retreats back into his office. bobby sighs half-amusedly, wiping his hands on his jeans. his eyes scan the room to look for a solution, and that is when they land right on you.
instead of looking away, a smirk breaks across his face. he walks right past a row of coffee tables and stops a few feet away from you, his eyes locking onto your nametag.
"well, hello there," bobby says, his voice casual and friendly. "i haven't seen you around the empire before. you the new recruit?"
"i've been here for three days," you admit, holding the clipboard a little tighter to hide the sudden flutter in your chest.
bobby gasps dramatically, a spark of pure inspiration suddenly lighting up his eyes. "three days? perfect. timing is everything in show business."
you blink, confused. "what do you mean?"
"clark is currently having a total meltdown in the back," bobby whispers loudly, flashing a bright grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "he refuses to be the face of the commercial. and honestly? looking at you in that official polo... you have way more star potential."
your eyes go wide. "wait, what? no way. i'm not an actor, bobby."
"oh, you know my name already? see, you're already a fan," bobby jokes smoothly, leaning against the back of a nearby armchair and looking at you with pure amusement. "and as the director of this fine establishment's next big marketing campaign, i am officially casting you as the star of cap'n clark's ottoman empire."
"i seriously can't act in front of a camera," you laugh, your face heating up.
"don't worry, i'm great with talent," bobby says, stepping just a little bit closer. he picks up his camera bag and gives you a playful, encouraging nod. "it's simple. you just have to sit on a couch, look pretty, and tell the people why they need a new footstool. plus, it gets you out of doing actual inventory."
you glance down at your boring clipboard, then back up at bobby’s hopeful grin.
"come on, partner," bobby coaxes, gesturing toward a plush velvet sofa. "let's go do some screen tests. i promise i'll make you look like a natural."
you follow him over to a deep, forest-green sectional that you spent half of yesterday trying to tag correctly. bobby sets his heavy equipment bag down on the floor and begins unpacking his gear with practiced efficiency.
"alright, starlet," bobby says, looking up with a grin. "hop on up there. let's see how you look in the frame."
you nervously sit down on the plush cushions, smoothing out you shirt and keeping your clipboard firmly on your lap. bobby peers through the viewfinder, his brow furrowing in concentration for a second before he looks up.
"oh, yeah. the camera absolutely loves you," he declares, taking a step back. "clark wishes he had this kind of screen presence. okay, for this first test, just look at the lens and say, welcome to the empire."
you take a deep breath, your heart doing a strange little flip under his encouraging gaze. you clear your throat and look directly into the camera. "welcome to the empire."
bobby shakes his head. "too stiff. you look like you're being held hostage by a furniture salesman. give me some warmth! smile like you actually enjoy being surrounded by fifteen identical couches."
you break character, letting out a genuine laugh at his teasing. "i'm trying! it's harder than it looks."
"there it is! that's the million-dollar smile," bobby points at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "keep that exact energy. let's try it again."
for the next twenty minutes, bobby has you trying out different spots in the showroom. you read a few lines off his crumpled script, completely butchering clark’s cheesy dialogue about "unbeatable savings," but bobby just laughs along with you, making you feel completely at ease. by the time clark finally peeks his head out of the back office, looking slightly less green, you are actually having fun.
"alright, bobby, i think i'm ready to try a take," clark calls out, running his hands over his pirate costume to smooth out some remaining wrinkles.
"you got it, cap'n!" bobby calls back. he turns to you, lowering his voice as he starts to move back to the main aisle. "well, you're officially relieved of your acting duties. you were fantastic."
"thanks," you smile, suddenly feeling a little disappointed that the screen test is over. "good luck with clark. you're going to need it."
"oh, absolutely," bobby chuckles. he looks down at his camera, adjusting a dial, and for a second he seems almost uncharacteristically hesitant. then, he clears his throat, steps a little closer to you, and looks up.
"hey, so... i usually charge a pretty hefty fee for acting lessons," bobby says, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur that is just for you to hear. "but since you're a natural, i think we can settle the bill differently."
you eyebrow goes up, a small smile playing on your lips. "oh yeah? and how's that?"
bobby leans his arm against the high back of a nearby armchair, looking at you with confidence. "let me take you out for dinner tonight. after we wrap up this cinematic masterpiece and you're finally off the clock. there's a great little diner down the street, and i promise there won't be a single ottoman in sight."
your heart does a much bigger flip this time. you look from bobby’s face down to your clipboard, and then back up at him.
"dinner sounds a lot better than doing inventory," you admit softly.
bobby's smile widens into a triumphant grin, his eyes lighting up. "awesome. it's a date. i'll find you the second clark finishes his lines."
he gives you a quick, playful wink before picking up his camera and heading back toward the main set, leaving you standing in the aisle with a massive smile on your face, officially deciding that your third day on the job is the best one yet.
A/N + tags: hurt/comfort — lowkey trauma for reader and bobby BUT happy-ish ending — established relationship — slight use of y/n (sorry i’m a y/n defender) — pirate clark makes an appearance — storyline/dialogue will be slightly off, i did watch the movie over a week ago :( — maybe slight ooc!bobby cuz 1. he didn't make it in the movie :( and 2. i don’t think he would have been this quick witted? idk tho he was quick to get back up that corridor. GOD, it took me ages to figure out how they were gonna get out 😓 — lowkey for their hug at the end i imagined the hug at the end of the tangled movie 🥲
omg omg, my first ever fic!! yay yay!!
tw: blood + injury description/detail?, swearing, brief mentions of smoking, general backrooms stuff
word count: 3.2k
the morning started normal, which was probably the worst part.
you woke up slowly, in bobby and yours shared apartment, the faint smell of weed in the air from the joint you had both shared the evening before. the gentle sunlight slipping through the blinds in your bedroom.
you had woken up before your boyfriend, your limbs tangled together and his chest pressed against your back, an arm draped over your waist as he breaths warmly and quietly against the nape of your neck.
you smile to yourself as you take in the calm morning together.
soon enough you can feel him stir slightly from behind you.
he begins slowly pressing warm kisses to the back of your neck and you can feel his lips form a grin as he continues peppering kisses up and down your neck. “morning babe,” he murmurs, and you can fell his warm breath against your neck as he speaks, “you hungry?” you turn around so you’re facing him and immediately he pecks at your nose, “not yet,” you reply, voice croaking slightly with sleep.
he pulls back and instantly you miss his presence against you, “ok, m’gonna get some cereal,” he says quietly while sitting up and getting out of bed. you promptly take note of his topless figure and smirk to yourself as he pads out the bedroom barefoot, headed for the kitchen.
you slowly get out of bed and make your way to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and begin to undress, not a long task as you are only wearing some grey sleep shorts and one of bobby’s old, oversized shirts.
you begin changing out of your shorts and into some jeans, you’re about to take your t-shirt off when a loud pounding at the door makes you jump. “bobby can you get that?!” you call out to your boyfriend and hear a muffled, “sure,” in response.
you’re still trying to pick out a top when you hear bobby calling out for you, quiet and first and then more clipped as his patience wavers. you huff and pick out an orange graphic tee before making your way to the front door, bobby is standing by the open door talking to someone, he turns around as he hears you approach.
you make your way to the door and spot your boss, clark, outside, “babe, clark’s asked us to come in today, he wants us to do…” bobby trails off, turning back to look at clark, a confused expression on his face.
“research,” clark finishes slowly, seemingly unsure himself. you look between your boyfriend and clark, nodding your head with a sigh, “fine, what time?” you question pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes shut as you prepare to take in the answer from clark.
bobby turns from clark towards you and you can feel his annoyance radiating off of him at the notion of coming into work on your day off.
“one pm?” clark questions but it comes out more as a statement, reluctantly bobby nods his head stepping back to shut the door.
clark stops the door with his palm adding, “oh and i need you to bring your camcorder.”
after clark leaves bobby lets out a loud sigh and turns back towards you.
“what research do you think he’s talking about?” he asks you, brows furrowed in confusion. you walk towards him, “knowing clark, anything.” he lets out an amused huff at you comment.
you stop directly in front of him, placing your hands on his bare chest and stepping up onto your tiptoes, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.
his hard expression visibly diminishes at your actions as he pulls you into a more passionate kiss.
you smile into it before pulling yourself away by his shoulders, “come on, lets grab some food before we leave.” you walk off to the kitchen and hear him walk after you, “sure baby.”
you smirk at the nickname, grabbing your own bowl from a drawer and pouring yourself some cereal, leaning with your back against the counter, “hey maybe we should call kat? let her know some overtime money is on the line?”
bobby, turns around and leans against the counter opposite you, digging into his own bowl of cereal, “yeah sure, i’ll call her and let her know.”
you finish your cereal and get ready together before swinging round to kats’ and making your way to Cap’n Clarks.
as soon as you enter the shop it feels off.
not a tangible feeling, it’s deeper than that. it’s unsettling and you can feel it in your bones. you glance at bobby who grants you a worried look in return. kat comes in tow behind you and your boyfriend.
she immediately takes note of clark’s erratic behaviour, as he briskly makes his way to the stairs that lead to the basement, “ok, what’s going on, clark?” she asks wearily, crossing her arms.
clark turns around, now facing you all, “nothing..just come with me, i need you for research…” his answer is breathy, as if he doesn’t understand what’s happening himself.
you all glance at eachother before following clark to the basement.
your eyes widen at the state of the right wall, blue tape in the shape of a rectangle covers a part of the wall, beside it is a whiteboard with markings and maps scrawled messily onto it.
“what the fuck..” kat whispers from behind you and bobby; the fear and confusion in her voice evident.
“come on” clark hisses, gesturing to the rectangle created on the wall as he slowly makes his way over.
you don’t fully understand it at first, one minute clark is stood away from you three, gesturing wildly to follow him through a solid wall, next he’s disappeared, seemingly having walked through the wall.
“holy shit!” you hear your boyfriend exclaim, although it comes out breathy and full of curiosity.
“holy shit, holy shit, y/n did you see that?” he repeats, walking closer to the wall while simultaneously turning his camcorder on and pressing record.
he begins to press his hand to the wall, but it passes straight through, as if the wall were an illusion or not even there at all.
“what..” he mutters, turning back around to face you and kat. you both share the same concerned expression.
“come on you three!” it’s odd, you can hear clark but you cannot see him anywhere in the basement.
“oh my god, we’re high,” you gasp, placing a hand on your head, trying to find any possible explanation for what is going on.
but before you can fully fathom what’s happening, bobby has stepped through the ‘wall.’
“shit bobby! where are you?” you shout, stepping up to the ‘wall’. you hear a familiar voice answer your cry, “babe, come through the wall”
“what?!” you gasp, turning to kat who bears a similar confused expression.
“here,” he calls, and you see a hand emerge from the ‘wall’. you go to reach for it but kat grabs your shoulder pulling you back, “what are you doing?” she whispers, clearly uncomfortable with the growing uneasiness of the situation.
you look back, bobby’s hand is still outstretched. “it’ll be fine, come on,” you state before grabbing his hand and walking straight through the ‘solid wall’
at first, you can’t quite grasp what you can see in front of you: a stack of mangled furniture, all bunched and melded together in a large pile, it seems to be an office space. it’s adorned with sickly yellow wallpaper and fluorescent lights that hum and buzz too loudly. walls that are stained with god knows what and an underlying smell of damp and mould hangs in the air.
bobby pans the camera to you, then behind you. you turn around and see that kat has followed you both through the wall, it takes her a moment to grasp what she’s seeing and you can immediately see the fear on her face as she understands the reality of what happened.
“this way,” clark instructs, gesturing for you three to follow him into the depths of the endless corridors of office spaces you’ve found yourselves in.
“so..” you begin, not really aiming your words at anyone, just trying to stop the confusion and make sense of the situation you’ve found yourself in. “is this the ‘research’ you meant earlier?” you question, adding sarcasm over your words to account for the strange change turn of your day.
“yes,” clark replies quickly as her makes a sharp turn around a corner and halts. “i need one of you to go down there..” he gestures vaguely to a hole in the wall beside you, “and record what you find.” he then turns to a bed that you hadn’t noticed was beside you and grabs some rope that had been placed over the blankets.
“are we tying ourselves up?” bobby asks, a hint of amusement to his voice.
“no, i’m tying one of you up.” clark reply’s, “who wants to go down there?” he asks to you three and you all freeze.
“what are you talking about?!” kat exclaims. clearly distressed with how your situation has escalated.
there’s a beat of silence.
then, “i’ll go.” your voice wavers slightly, but your expression is hard and set. bobby turns towards you, camcorder in hand, his breath catches in his throat at your words. but he sees your face, he knows that expression, and he knows it well; it’s the one you wear when your decision cannot be swayed.
“what?” he tries to reason, placing the camcorder down on the bed and taking your face in his hands. “it’s my camera, i’ll go, baby.” you stare at him for a moment before a shaky, “no,” passes your lips. “anyway, you and kat hesitated and i don’t mind, i’m not scared if that’s what you think.” you rest your forehead against his, it’s clear your mind is made up and so bobby tilts his face back up, placing a kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his face at your obvious attempt to mask your fear though a quippy comment. turning back to the bed, he picks up his camcorder again while kat takes the rope from clark, tying a tight knot around your waist.
kat gives you an apologetic look before taking the camcorder from bobby and putting it into your arms. “be careful,” your boyfriend warns from beside kat before you descend down the sloped corridor.
“what am i looking for exactly?” you call out to clark as you slowly make your way down the corridor.
“i’m uh, not sure,” clark answers, “just record what you see, look around a bit” he clarifies.
“got it!” you call back, turning back to clark as a reflex while replying, before losing your footing and sliding down the rest of the way, dropping the camera on your way down.
“shit, y/n! you ok?” kat calls from the top of the corridor.
“i’m good,” you reply, standing up and grabbing the camcorder from where it fell onto the floor.
you gag loudly at the smell of the space surrounding you, piles of clothes are dotted all around the small room, smudges of black goo oozing out from each pile and splattering onto the walls.
you make sure to pan the camera over the entire room before slowly gaining enough courage to walk further into the space. you pan the camera upwards at a large entrance in the ceiling, you cannot see the end as it only ascends into darkness. a wave of unease passes through you, fear rooting itself in your core but you’re too smug to turn back now.
you walk over to one of the laundry piles and you could swear you’ve seen your boyfriend in one of these shirts…
you turn back and make your way further into the room before you hear a quiet murmur in the far left corner.
“hey, give me some more rope!” you turn and call back up the corridor.
“that’s the end of the line, y/n/n,” you hear bobby call back.
“ok,” you mutter, “m’gonna take it off!” you yell up the corridor.
as soon as you pulled the rope down and off your legs you walk further into the room, the smell so rancid you let out another gag. you make your way over to the area you heard the noise from.
something moves from in front of you and you scream. loud.
“shit!” before kat could grab his arm, bobby has slid down the corridor after you.
a large figure emerges from behind the corner of the room and lunges for you.
you manage to turn around and spot bobby standing up from the floor. before you can run to him, the creature grabs at the collar of your shirt, pulling you back and onto the ground with a thud, you wheeze, the wind having been knocked out of you.
before bobby can make sense of the situation, the creature has grabbed your leg and hauled you through a trap door at the end of the room, you had no breath left to scream for him.
you eyes are half-lidded at the pain throbbing at the back of your skull, but you manage to open them wider to take in your surroundings.
the ‘thing’ is still dragging you across the damp floors of where ever the hell you are, but you can see it more clearly now. it seems to have the same pirate outfit clark wears when he tires to shoot video’s with bobby’s camcorder, trying but failing to successfully promote the god awful furniture shop you all work at.
except, it is actually clark?
“clark?” you murmur, voice croaky from your growing fatigue.
the figure turns, sharply and inhuman. you can finally see its face — not clark. well, technically you do see clark, but he looks different, as if created from a memory of the silly costumes he would wear, but this clarks’ eyes were too big, comical even if the situation was different and it seems that he cannot speak, only grunting and murmuring as he drags you further into the depths of whatever basement you’ve entered.
suddenly, you hear the familiar scuffling of trainers behind you. you manage to tilt your head up and back, spotting your boyfriend quietly traveling behind you, a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to say silent.
you manage a nod, careful not to alert the creature dragging you further into the strange office space.
suddenly, the creature stops and your legs drop to the ground with a thud, the creature turns and you hope that your boyfriend managed to hide before it could spot him.
it slowly shuffles towards you and it’s here that you notice one of its legs is made entirely of wood, like the fake pirate leg clark would wear with his stupid costume.
it begins to claw at you, like a cat toying with a mouse before it kills it. you feel your head pound as the realisation of dying creeps into your mind, your sight becomes blurry, tears threatening to spill as you try to hold back your sobs. it works for a while, but the creature only comes closer, making you sob loudly, “please, please no,” you chant over and over, hoping it might sense your fear and feel some sort of pity.
but no. this thing was hungry and you were its easiest, closest meal.
it begins to lean down, hovering over your body; you are shaking to such a degree it looks like your vibrating with fear. it claws at your arms, leaving scratch marks. you begin to scream and cry out, “please, please I can’t…don’t please!” you scream, voice wheezing as the fight drains out of you.
it leans its head further down, mouth opening with a grunt as it prepares to bite at your shoulder, before it can fully clamp down it lets out a pained groan and you look up to find bobby holding a metal pipe. the creature falls onto your body, winding you and locking you in place on the rough carpeted floor. your boyfriend acts quickly, kicking it off you before grabbing your hand and hauling you to your feet.
you sway at the rapid movements, “whoah baby, you’re ok,” bobby pulls you into him, rubbing up and down your back with a gentle hand.
“we need to get out of here,” you whisper, breathy with fear and adrenaline coursing through you, grasping onto bobby’s shoulder to steady yourself.
“ok uhm…” your boyfriend grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and looking around the room for an exit. he manages to spot a space just big enough for you to both crawl through and he pulls you towards it, his pace quickening with anxiety of never leaving this stupid yellow walled’ basement.
he waits for you to go first, making sure the coast is clear before crawling through after you.
he keeps whispering encouragingly as you make your way through the dark passage, you’re doing great baby, just a little further.you finally see light at the end of the stupidly narrow tunnel and crawl through the end. you crawl out and sit at the side of the exit, waiting for bobby, as he stands up he turns and sees you. immediately he crouches in front of you, grabbing your face in his hands. you lean into his touch, needing the comfort. his eyes move over your body, assessing all the injuries he can see before he mutters, “i’m gonna get us out of here, pretty girl, i promise you,” he places a kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hands and helping you stand.
suddenly, you hear rushed footsteps and to your surprise, kat and clark make a sharp turn around the corner, kat stops as soon as she spots your bloodied figure.
“fuck, y/n/n, oh my god!” she rushes over to you, embracing you in a firm hug, “i thought you died,” she whispers. you smile as you hug her back, “not yet,” you let out a half laugh, half groan as the severity of your situation sinks in.
“wait,” clark holds up a hand gesturing in front of him, “it’s the stop sign, from near the exit.” you look at the sign, then back to bobby who has placed your arm over his shoulder, “fuck, yes!” he cries out.
you all make a run for the exit, following clark who seems to know where he’s going.
you turn a corner and there it is, that stupid melded pile of chairs, drawers and other stupid pieces of furniture.
you spot the taped out rectangle and almost collapse from the sheer relief of getting out of this stupid office.
bobby senses your growing tiredness and whispers to you, “just a little further, baby.”
clark and kat are ahead of you both and they make their way through exit first.
as you reach the ‘exit’ you practically throw yourself into it, collapsing onto the floor beside bobby who went down with you.
you sit up, frantically pulling bobby into you. you’re shaking with sobs, blood all over your shoulder and arms and even some in your hair. you hug him tightly, sobbing into the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
“i got you baby, we’re safe now.” he whispers into your hair.
you go limp against him with relief. finally, no more fluorescent hum. no more damp, musty carpets and no more stupid yellow walls. you had escaped, and you were NEVER going back.
Can I request Mr Puzzles x M/GN shy reader? Theyre quiet and anxious but oh theyre utterly obsessed with him. Specifically some of his little faces are SO cute they have to bite back squeals, but giggles slip out. (Redeemed AU if that's okay?)
They try soo hard to hide how much they like him and how cute they think he is (even if theyre a little nervous around him just because he's super tall and tall people are scary) but theyre not as nonchalant as they'd like to be
Mr. Puzzles x Shy!Reader
Gender Neutral Reader
Sorry this took me so long to get to, dear viewer! In truth, I didn’t understand the prompt very well, so it sat in my inbox for fear of messing it up. However! I will try my very best to deliver something good for you!
Mr. Puzzles isn’t quite sure how to navigate your shyness at first. He’s a rather bombastic fellow, so when you give him very little to bounce off of, it’s like doing crowd work with a brick wall.
He just desperately wants to see you open up! Get you to give him a laugh- even a breathy chuckle will do!
Once he realizes that maybe his height is intimidating you, he starts bending down much more often to speak to you. Crouching or taking a knee. Sure, it allows him less movement for his showy mannerisms, but at least you start to open up to him!
And goodness, when you finally work up the courage to speak to him, Mr. Puzzles is over the moon. He did it! It felt like a Herculean task, but he finally did it!
Then, you absolutely stun lock him with a simple confession: you think his faces are cute. Cute? You? Find him cute? In spite of his massive ego, it actually gets to him quite a bit. He wants you to say it more; more than he’d ever like to admit.
So, round and round you go. Mr. Puzzles cracking away at your shy exterior and you slowly revealing more and more of yourself to him. He’d never admit it, but the first time he hears your giggle he most definitely needed to hide a blushing EKG line darting across his CRT. Likely a mistake on his part, given he’d adore your reaction to that as well.
Before either of you realize it, you’re as thick as thieves. There’s practically no moment where Mr. Puzzles is missing from your side, and your walls are all but forfeit to him and him alone. Now reacting to him without a care in the world, chatting happily about media and gushing over his different expressions. And Mr. Puzzles? He’d say the ache in his spine from constantly bending over was well worth it to have you: his most dearest star.
Hi! I couldn't find if your requests were open or not so feel free to ignore this! So sorry if they're closed
Can I request Sun/moon x a shy/anxious reader?
(Ignore this bit if it's too specific!)
But like, they REALLY like them but would rather chew bricks than be the first one to walk up and start a conversation about anything. Just kinda goes along with whatever they do or want help with without complaint. Also not super important so you can cut this too but they get excited easily and their absolute joy and whimsy tends to slip out sometimes and they get overly embarrassed about it (as in will avoid them for a few days out of pure embarrassment)
Have a nice day/night, I really love your writing!!!
Sun x Shy/Anxious!Reader x Moon
Word Count: 1.8K+
Warnings: Depictions of slight violence and harassment, abandonment (kinda), and panic attacks
(It sounds worse than it is. Please let me know of anything else.)
A/N: Hi! Sorry this took so long, I explained this somewhere but I’m very rarely online. As for requests currently my requests are always open, you can find the guidelines for them here. Aside from that I hope this is what you were wanting! I've never written a shy reader type before so this was interesting for me. Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!
Dividers used within this post are made by @saradika-graphics
It’s already an hour past the daycare’s usual closing time as you lean against the security desk and chat with Sun. It’s a laidback, casual conversation, a nice change of pace from the usual happenings of the daycare. He stands before you, consistently refusing to go behind the security desk despite how many times you’ve nervously invited him to.
You can only recall once when he’d ever broken his own rule, a while back when you’d gone radio silent for a few days. He didn’t know then that it was because you’d grown embarrassed over some of your prior actions and too enthusiastic of conversations, because frankly he’d never seen anything wrong with your excitement. But your silence was wrong, the unsettling kind that nestled in his chest and simply forced him to reach out to you, even if it meant going to where he was supposed to be restricted.
Hidden behind your shared talk is soft laughter from the playplace, Amelia, a sweet and energetic child still remains. Even despite the fact that you should’ve closed ages ago.
You attempted calling her guardians, several times, going down the list of emergency contacts to no avail. So you’d been left with no choice but to wait. She didn’t seem to mind, rather she was thrilled by the idea of more time with you and Sun. But you were worried. There had never been an occasion where a child hadn’t been picked up right away, much less one where you’d been unable to reach any of their contacts. It made you anxious.
Sun did his best to steer your mind away from your worries. Making an attempt to cheer you up with stories about the kids or the other animatronics. But nothing helped more than just simply keeping his company.
It takes another half hour, and several games played with Amelia, for her guardian to finally arrive.
As usual you handle the paperwork as Sun prepares Amelia to leave and sends her outside the daycare to wait, but the closer you get to the security desk the more you wish you’d asked to switch.
The man who stands in front of you is tall, taller than you at least. He has a bored look plastered over his face as though being here is a chore. He’s Amelia’s father, the one you’ve had the misfortune of meeting a handful of times. His attitude upsets you the most, how could he treat this situation this way? Abandoning his daughter for hours just to saunter in without care?
You have to force yourself to swallow your disdain as you speak with him. You smile as you pass him the checkout paperwork but it’s painfully forced.
“Thank you.” You give as he hands back the quickly signed forms, “There will be an extra charge added to your tab for the overtime.” You explain as you file the papers, expecting that to be that.
But he just looks at you, long and hard, and it makes you feel uncomfortably small. You don’t say anything, you can’t. Every word dies in your throat at the mere idea of confrontation.
“What extra charge?” He asks slowly, every word laced with a venomous tone.
“There’s a fee for leaving your child after hours.” You explain carefully, your voice coming out as small as you feel, “I mean we have to find some way to pay for the staff and materials used in that time.” You look down from his gaze, wringing your hands carefully as you wait.
It’s silent, a tense uncomfortable silence which makes every moment that passes feel like a knot in your stomach.
You look up to meet his sneer as he glares down at you and almost flinch away. “I’m not paying any extra charge.” He argues, “I didn’t have time to pick her up, so I took a couple extra hours, so what?”
You look at him for a beat, wishing that this could just end already but being too scared to speak up about it.
“It’s a mandatory charge.” You choke out, “and I think it’s best you leave now.” You attempt, waving your hand gently towards the exit.
You watch him carefully, watch as his face twists up, watch the slow realization that he’s stronger than you, watch as he reacts quickly, watch as his hand takes a firm and unbreakable hold on your wrist pulling you in closer until he’s speaking directly in your face as you struggle to get away.
What you don’t see is your co-attendants quick reaction to the now escalated situation. You don’t see him standing behind you, far taller than both yourself and the parent, looming over the both of you before he grabs Amelia’s father’s collar. Sun easily pulls him away from you until the man’s eyes meet his, the parent drops your wrist allowing you to back away as Sun handles him.
“Attacking daycare staff is strictly forbidden,” Sun explains, an anger behind his voice that you’ve never heard nor expected from him before, “You are banned from the daycare!” He shouts, lifting the man up and tossing him outside with ease.
You hear him scramble up from the ground and say something to Amelia before he retreats away, and it should be enough to calm you, but it isn’t. Your legs shake, your breaths come and go raggedly, your rubbing your wrist as if hoping the actively blooming bruises will disappear, but they don’t.
You close your eyes, trying hard to focus on something, anything, other than the situation from before. Nothing comes to mind, nothing that sticks, nothing that calms you down or evens your breaths. Nothing until you feel a tight embrace around you.
Your eyes shoot open, surprised. You’re pulled tightly against Sun's robotic chest, his arms wrapped a comforting tight around you.
You let out a breath, a steady sigh, and allow yourself to sink into him.
For all your times avoiding Sun and Moon out of embarrassment you could never find comfort in anyone as much as you do them.
You stay like that for a moment, pressed against him. His embrace never wavers, never readjusts, he just holds you as though it was all he was ever built to do.
“Thank you.” You eventually mumble, after your breaths have steadied and your shaking has stopped, “You really didn’t have to.”
“It’s no problem Sunshine!” He returns happily, “Hugs help to interrupt the fight or flight response that happens in high stress situations by sending a signal indicating safety to the autonomic nervous system. It’s part of me and Moon's programming! Because it can be easier to hug people, especially kids, than it is to make them see reason or figure it out themselves.” He explains cheerily, looking down at you as he continues to hold you close.
“Interesting.” You comment, smiling at him, “But I meant about handling the parent, you really didn’t have to.”
You look away then, a heat coming to your face as you finally realize just how close you and Sun are.
For a beat nothing happens, the air stills and it remains just the two of you, together, in an embrace. Then Sun moves away, bringing himself down to face you. You don’t look away. For once you don’t shy away from him, from the closeness.
“Of course I did Sunshine.” He speaks up, “He had no right to speak to you that way. No one does.” You smile gently and he speaks up again, “It’s a few minutes till the start of the next hour, that’s when the lights will turn off. You just relax here for a bit and let me clean up! Moon can escort you to the front after the lights go out.” He offers.
You don’t argue, partially because you don’t have it in you but also because you could never bring yourself to disagree with Sun or Moon. As far as weaknesses go they’re your biggest ones.
Sure enough at the start of the hour all of the lights dim into darkness. There’s a whirring in the daycare, and suddenly Moon appears next to you. He takes a seat beside you behind the security desk, never caring much for being seen as a rule breaker unlike Sun.
He should be escorting you out, making quiet conversation as you head to the front of the Pizza Plex, but instead he simply sits. The silence is comforting, but it makes you think, your mind going back to just moments before. You wring your hands as they rest in your lap. It’s a subconscious movement, something you aren’t even aware of. Not until Moon takes both your hands into his own, effectively stopping you.
“Starlight…” he starts, watching as your gaze dips away from his own, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, still looking away, “I’m fine. You guys worry too much.”
Your words hang in the air, giving time for Moon to think them over. “Really?” There’s a playful tone to his voice now, “Because your heart beat seems irregular, so either you’re still recovering from the stress or nervous about something else.” He suggests, leaning in closer to your space.
The movement catches you off guard but the hold you have on his hands doesn’t falter, his doesn’t either. However you do attempt to argue, try and save yourself from the assumptions he’s making.
“What?! No, I’m not-“ you stutter, “My heartbeat isn’t irregular!”
He chuckles at you, bringing his hands and their hold on yours to lay flat against your chest, forcing you to focus on the feeling of your heart beating against your palm. It should be effective, should prove his point, and maybe it would. Except the only thing you can seem to focus on is him.
“Sun wouldn’t let me handle that parent,” Moon comments, “which is smart I suppose. I wouldn’t have been nearly as nice.”
You laugh gently, bringing you and Moon's hands to your lap as you fidget with his fingers. Finding a way to bring your attention away from him, a distraction. “Thank you,” You say, “both of you. For standing up for me.”
Moon remains silent, watching your fingers move against his before reaching up to cradle your cheek. He looks at you then, like you're the most precious thing he’s ever known. “You deserve better than being treated like that. The least we could do is make sure of it.”
You make an attempt to look away, but Moon simply drifts his hold to your chin, tilting your gaze back towards him. “Starlight.” He says, his tone far more serious now, “We will always be here for you.”
Before you respond the end of day announcement cuts through the air, telling all staff to clear out of the building. You look to Moon as he stands and extends his hand to you, letting the conversation go. What he said is true, you know that just as well as he does, and he decides that that is enough.
Soon the lights will inevitably turn back on and you will get a goodbye with Sun. But until then you and Moon walk in a comforting silence to the front of the Mega Pizza Plex, hand in hand, as if it was always meant to be this way.
Can I request more Two x reader? But reader is quite a shy nervous wreck. Tries to act "normal" but if Two does anything sweet or generally romantic, as soon as they leave the room reader is giggling up a storm and kicking their feet. Maybe they get caught in a giggle fit once and are VERY embarrassed. (Reader wants to absolutely smother them but is much too nervous to do that until later on)
HAVE A NICE DAY / NIGHT!! Feel free to change anything (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡
spilt milk.
two x shy!reader, romantic.
authors note:
this is so me. anxious shy people STAND UP!!!
also i made this into such a cringey fangirl wattpad-core fic im so sorry, this is just how our shy wallflower reader is interpreting it i swear
Despite your unfortunate elimination from the competition, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset about it.
You’d built up a strong friendship with Two from the start, seemingly getting along with them. They appreciated that you preferred to take things slow in life, despite the reason being to keep yourself from having a nervous breakdown over inconsequential matters — and your empathetic nature was one that Two hadn’t found in many others.
When Two had read out the votes and quickly realised that you had been the only one to not receive a slice of cake, they were met with a severe dilemma. Sending you away with the previously lost contestants was an idea they immediately tossed away, you had been there to ground them at the worst of times — Two couldn’t imagine not having you within reach at all times…
In a moment of panic, with the rest of your team staring in confusion as their host seemingly blue-screened in the middle of Cake at Stake, Two decided that you’d be staying in the hotel to… ‘help them’ with their hostly duties. Not a single object brought the lie, but kept their thoughts to themselves.
In turn, you’d spent the past few months relaxing in the hotel while the competition went on as usual. However, with everyone preparing for upcoming challenges in their free time, you’d had little interaction with anyone other than your favourite host! Not that you were complaining, the endless time together had led to a blooming relationship between you.
Two had a few concerns that they had yet to voice, though.
It had been a couple of months since you’d become official, and even longer that you’d been friends, but there was a certain shyness to your interactions with them that left Two worrying that you weren’t comfortable with their actions, or the relationship entirely.
They would compliment the way you looked; having received advice from Gaty that people liked hearing verbal affection from their partners, and Two wanted to reciprocate the countless times you had praised them. But it would leave you fidgeting and your face would turn a shade darker than usual.
Or they’d come up behind you, wrapping their arms around your midsection while looking over your shoulder at the book you were reading — only for you to shut the cover and throw out a lazy excuse as you made a swift exit from the room. It left them wondering if you didn’t want their affections in that way… Surely you would tell them, right?
Two could do nothing but brush off the feeling of concern inside them, reassuring themself that it would change as your relationship grew.
Rather, they preferred to focus on the time they could spend with you! Today, they had dragged you away from whatever activity you started that morning and convinced you to help them in baking the cake for the next Cake at Stake’s contestants.
It wasn’t exactly an uncommon activity that you helped them with, it was an easy excuse to hang out and they needed to have a cake ready between every challenge.
So, you stood in the kitchen, idle chatter filled the room as you worked on your own individual ingredients before you had to combine them. You focused on the wet ingredients, melting down the butter, measuring out the milk…
Glancing over at Two as they dramatically retold you the happenings of the last challenge and everything that went wrong, you hadn’t realised that you let yourself get heavy handed with the carton of milk pouring into the measuring cup. Feeling a splash against your foot, you gasped at you noticed the small puddle between your legs. (no, it wasn’t pee i swear)
“Argh, I spilt the milk…” You groaned out, lifting a foot to step out of it.
However, you had apparently begun rapidly losing the ability to think about your actions since you had entered the kitchen, as another step into the milk cost you your balance. With your second foot in the air, your first leg slipped out from under you and you clenched your eyes shut for the oncoming impact with the floor.
A pair of arms grabbed your midsection, albeit a bit harshly and panicked, and steadied you upright against the bench you had been working upon. You let out a sigh, about to thank Two for stopping your fall, when your words caught in your throat.
They leaned some of their weight against you, mere inches away from your face and their body touching yours, their hands yet to leave your sides. Heat rushed up to your face at the thought of your positions, despite knowing the innocence of the situation.
“Are you okay? I didn’t want you to get hurt — there’s no use crying over spilt milk, aha!” Two laughed at their own joke, before noting your silence.
“Er, really though… Are you okay?”
Unable to get the words out of your throat, and feeling like your soul had been reaped from your body, you simply nodded and coughed into your hand. Despite the awkward tension you had caused, Two took your word — er, lack of word, as a good enough answer.
“I’ll grab the mop, just sit tight!” They released you from their hold and rushed out of the room with the promise to not take long.
Once left by yourself, you felt your emotions explode inside of you, whispering, “Did that really just happen? Oh my — then they held me against the bench…”
Your face grew warmer by the second, and the silly grin lit up your mouth, as you found your bouts of giggles to be unstoppable. You held a hand to your mouth, attempting to muffle your joy, and leaned back against the counter as you sunk to the ground.
‘This is so stupid,’ You thought to yourself, using both hands to cover your face through your giggles, ‘I need to compose myself.’
Through your internal battle, you failed to notice a familiar integer entering the room again with their trusty mop. Two stared at you on the floor for a moment, confused but unable to stop the contagious smile as they took in your strange utter happiness.
“Why’re you all giggly now? Did something happen?”
You felt your body freeze as Two caught you in such a vulnerable state, the embarrassment bleeding into your skin, “Oh, uh — you-you’re back?”
They rested the mop against the wall, approaching you to hold out a hand to pull you up. You accepted their offer.
“I, uhm…” Your eyes wandered around everything but Two’s face as you stuttered out an answer, “I was thinking about… How you — y’know, grabbed me to stop me from slipping…”
“Oh! Was that bad — did you not want me to touch you..?” They fiddled their fingers nervously.
“No, no! Hah, I — uhm, I liked it. A lot, I was just a bit… Flustered by it, and didn’t know how to r-react.”
You noticed their eyes widen and their face turning a warmer shade of green as they processed the information. A small smile graced their face, you daresay they appeared almost flustered themself at your confession.
“Aren’t you just… The sweetest thing ever!” If it weren’t for the counter behind you, you were sure that you’d have fallen over by Two’s weight being thrown back on you as their arms returned to your sides — in a hug this time.
The heat returned to your face as they squeezed you as if your very existence was giving them cuteness aggression, and their face was rubbed against the side of yours. Two let out soft noises that weren’t quite giggles, but still carried the same joy within them.
Being caught in their embrace, you felt yourself un-tense after a moment, and melt further into them as they didn’t seem keen on letting you go anytime soon. Your arms lifted to slowly reciprocate the hug, not quite using the same force that Two was, but the love was there nonetheless.
“Sorry that I get a bit, uh, worked up around you…” You murmured to them.
“I’m just glad you weren’t upset with me! I really thought you didn’t like being touched, or being complimented — I was getting a bit worried — but really, you’re as sweet as the icing on my cakes!”
You had half a mind to tell them off for saying something nearly sickening cheesy, but the giddiness of it coming from Two, and being in reference to you? It had your heart beating out of your chest.
“S-Stop, you’re gonna k-kill me —” You managed to get out between huffs of laughter, interrupted by your captor pausing their cheek rubbing to start sprinkling kisses over your face.
With hands moving up to lightly rest on Two’s cheeks as a half-hearted attempt to stop their ministrations, your face scrunched up in embarrassment as you felt yourself growing lightheaded after each time their lips connected with your face.
“Okay, o-okay — what if someone wa-walks in on us?”
They finally relented, if only to keep you conscious as you turned warmer than they’ve ever felt you, “I guess I should clean up that milk already?”
You nodded, but not before gathering the little confidence you could and closing your eyes to avoid chickening out, and leaning forward to press your own kiss to the top of Two’s head, “Y-Yeah, I don’t want to, uh, slip again…”
They're usually quite nervous but one night is either horribly tired or had some berryjuice and let's the cat outta the bag that they like him in the most dorky way a drunk person can
Maybe that last drink of berry juice had been a mistake...because when you saw Pure Vanilla, you couldn't help but grin, and you knew it was a ridiculous-looking smile. A giggle bubbled out of your throat, and you waved at him.
He smiled and waved back, something that made your heart flutter...you squeaked, giggles growing louder as you lowered your head in an effort to hide your blush.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, stepping closer and looking over you...you knew he was just looking out for you as a friend, but it just made your blush grow.
"Fine!" you tried to quickly assure him. "I'm...I'm just..."
The words you normally kept bottled up inside your chest threatened to start pouring out, and you felt even more than the last drink had been a mistake.
"You...You're just r...really good, you know that?" you rambled. "You're so sweet, and sar...charming. And so hnnso...handy...cute. Cute Cookie."
Your words clearly took him by surprise: his entire face was suddenly covered with a bright blush. "I...t-thank you!" he stammered. "You're...very sweet, and...cute, as well."
You leaned forward, slumping against him. "I...I like you...a lot!" you said. "I don't know...how to say it, but I...I do! So much!"
Somehow, you had managed to make his blush grow. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, stammering as he tried to figure out how to respond...
When you leaned more of your weight against him, he finally decided on wrapping an arm around you to hold you close. "...I really like you, too," he whispered. You beamed at him, heart pounding, and he smiled sweetly down at you. "I think you might need to rest now, though. Alright?"
"....mmkay..." you mumbled, closing your eyes and letting him help you stand up straight, guiding you to a place to lie down...keeping one arm firmly wrapped around you.
Tumblr + capcut + ibispaint fried the quality so bad ohh my cod
Uhh I don't animate idk what I'm doing but I'm really proud of this for being my second real attempt
I dont support Zeal or pressure btw. P.ai.nter is my son AUGHHHH I bought a 250$ resell of his plush ❤❤ he'll be here in a few days HAHAHEH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
This was an anonymous request! (Tumbler wouldn’t let me answer this for some reason so I copied and pasted it below!👇)
Ask: “Hi hi!! Can I really headcanons for the motm crew dating a reader who (either accidentally or because they were startled) killed a bug and genuinely spent the next like 15 minutes crying about it and feeling horrible
Like the actual "would never hurt a fly" 😭🙏
Probably carries around a little cup and paper after that just so if they find any little buggers they can safely out them outside”
Motm x reader
🦋Headcanons🦋
Mugman
Genuinely has no clue what to do
Wants so badly to make you feel better so he just kinda awkwardly hangs around you, trying to comfort you but not doing the best job
It takes everything in him to not laugh at the paper cup you carry around, but if anyone else laughs at it he will lose it
Mugman: *thinking* ‘oh my god that paper cup is so dumb’
Rando: “why tf is that chick carrying a paper cup?”
Mugman: “THEY CAN DO WHATEVER THEY WANT YOU WETSMACK*!!”
Cuphead
Makes it worse
You love Cuphead, but he cannot comfort people for the life of him (as we saw with Boris on the train)
He sees you crying and he tries telling you how it was probably gonna die anyway, or some other truth that just is not helpful and is kinda depressing and you just start crying even more
Cups: “hey don’t worry doll! It was Probly gonna get eatn’ by a bird anyway or sum’ !”
You: *sobbing* “but,, THATS SO SAD!!!”
Cups: “oh boy”
Bendy
He’s just looking at you like “what is going on”
He loves you, don’t get me wrong, but he himself could not care less about something (in his mind) as insignificant as a bug so he’s shocked that you’re sobbing over one
Despite this he does try really hard to comfort you
One time when you killed a bug by accident and he held both your hands and kissed them gently, like:
You: *crying* I killed iiiiiit
Bendy: it was an accident
You: I’m a murderer!
Bendy: … *takes both your hands* you could never be a murderer
He would also kiss your tear stained cheeks to try and cheer you up or distract you
He loves you too much to openly make fun of you for it but he ruthlessly mocks your paper cup too, and hides that fact very well
Boris
Similar to Mugman in the sense that he has NO CLUE how to comfort you
You start crying and he’s freaking out trying to figure out how to make you feel better
He starts giving you puppy eyes at some point to stop your crying (it usually works almost instantly)
He carries a paper cup too because he wants to support you, and he really doesn’t want to see you cry
He would also carry some tissues around with him just in case you do, again, kill a bug and start crying
He would also let you drag him into a little bug funeral
You: “do you want to say a few words?”
Boris: “uhhh… I… it’s a shame you didn’t… live a longer life?”
You: *starts sobbing*
Boris: “oh no”
Shelly
She’s sobbing with you
Admittedly she’ll stop crying around 5 minutes in and spend the other 10 trying to comfort you
Hates to see you upset so she’ll do pretty much anything to cheer you up
She finds the paper cup a bit excessive but she just wants to see you happy so she doesn’t say anything
She probably named the bug you killed, so you feel extra bad
Shelly: “(to the bug) Welp, you lived a short life herald, but I hope it was a good one”
You: *slow head turn, eyes watering* “you named him herald?” *balling*
Shelly:… what have I done
*Wetsmack= 1930s slang for an unpopular person or loser
Me: imma go to bed now! I’ll just save this draft…
Why am I doing so many tag games (MOOTS I"M SORRY)
Anyways:
Name - Shade (for this account you can also call me Keyboard)
Age Range - 13-15
Pronouns - they/them
Are you a system? - nope
Are you taken - yes! (she doesn't have a Tumblr)
Favorite book? - Don't have one (I'm a monster I know)
Favorite movie? - flow, the thing, or bring her back
Top three fandoms? - Arcane, Outer Wilds, TADC
Favorite music artist - girl in red
Who inspires you - a senior at my school whom I'd prefer not to dox. Also my sister
Ocs - medi, romeo, sky
MOOTS (Again, my apologies) @star3synth @mysticaleldritchpunk @null-the-void-monarch-offical @danger-noodle3 @that-one-gay-turtle @flibbertigibbet-offical @cleaning-spray-offical and open tags!
Favourite music artist(s): Will Wood, ICP, The Living Tombstone, Panic! at the disco, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Penelope Scott
who inspired me: Quotev user Roger/Unreal, Quotev User Caine, Quotev User Alister. ^^
OCs: WAYYYY too many to count. my main ones tho are Vincent, Xyla, and uhhh Akuma.
tagged people:
@sekalix01
@typicallyunreal
@scottyakagodzilla
@youthinkthatiddeserveit
Favourite book: Cinder i guess (i don't read much)
Favourite movie: Project Hail Mary, Sonic 3, Ratatouille, and many many more
Top 3 Fandoms: DCA, Fnaf... uh idk cuz i can only really have one obsession at a time...
Favourite music Artists: ARTIC MONKEYS, John Michael Howell, Alec Benjamin, Smash into Pieces, Set it Off, I Don't Know How But They Found Me, Jared Benjamin, Livingston, AJR, andblike a billion more I freaking love music.
Who Inspires me: My friends ^-^ And my f/o's
OCs: Only 3???? fine... but you get three OG and three Fandom >:/ Completely original OCs: Hiro, Sooyi, Reo. Fandom OC's: Ray, Luca, Silas (and 50 DCA aus....)
Favorite book?: uhh i can only think of fics i've read if that works.. honestly right now it's between "you move to dayshift but aren't paid anymore, go figure" by @/tuzedays (viper is an awesome and relatable protag, the humor in some parts is really good and the angst feels like a bag of bricks has been hurled at you /pos), "Pluck my Heartstrings" by @/pluck-heartstrings (the bad end for that one lives RENT FREE in my head it's so good and tragic and i adore the aesthetics- i need to read celestial meridian..), and "To Grandmother's House We Go" by @/teasnarker92 (generally a really enjoyable skeleharem fic, i always smile seeing updates to this one!)
Favorite movie?: oh glob there's so many i can't pick one- uhh off the top of my head here's some- corpse bride, cats don't dance, howl's moving castle, ponyo, tangled, wall-e, this obscure straight-to-video candyland movie from the early 2000's, red shoes and the seven dwarfs
Top 3 fandoms: FNAF, UTDR, and UTMV! :D there are lots more
Favorite music artist(s): wowaka, Flavor Foley, The Living Tombstone, TWRP, Laufey, Mitski (and various others..my playlists are really mixed)
Who inspires you: friends and mutuals, various fic writers in my fandom spaces, toby fox-- and several fictional characters..
OCs: Flower (also my sona), Florette, Marigold, Illume, Lunabelle (I haven't really talked about them on here, but I plan on changing that soon :D)
tagging some super cool ppl/moots!! (no pressure to join in, don't worry)
