an umbrella and a backpack. that was the only thing you brought to bee's doorstep. you never bothered to keep a lot of items, they all end up being sold either way when you struggle to make ends meet. and here you are, struggle-r, almost all of your posessions already been let go of which unfortunately includes your rented unit.
dragging your feet to bee's with hopes that she lets you in, shrieks of electronic— or what even was that —voices follow your knocks. there's shuffling behind the door before the brown haired girl pops into your view.
"woah. heyyyyyy.. y/n. it's been, so long."
she blinks. you blink.
"what brings you here?," she blinks again.
your ignore the cat? puppy? bee's pet staring intensely at you as you explain, "right... so.. i kinda.. need.. a place.. to stay...", she blinks once again before you proceed to promise her to pay your part of rent. at this, bee perks up. "hey... that is actually, a great idea!" her pet-creature flails its arms around, its paws repeatedly poking you, the weird voice from before coming out from its mouth in what you assume is a tantrum.
cute.
picking up bee's pet, you snuggle into its face as it screams louder. dog smell. "you have a friend now?" bee disregards the way her pet reaches its arms out to her, "oh yeah, puppycat, this is y/n. y/n, this is puppycat." of course it is.
you turn puppycat's body towards you, the creature's expression visibly in more distress. "you're cute, puppycat," you turn your gaze to bee for one beat, "but not much cuter than her."
puppycat sings a rusty tune before deflating (cats do that now?) in your hands, bee's cheeks lightly reddens as she opens the door wider.
"welcome home, y/n."
ive accidentally pressed post earlier than i thought oh well whatever, have a great day/night!!
“’Cuteface’?? You can not be serious right now.” Howell, who had been snooping over the clown enthusiast's shoulder, snags the phone out of his hands and deletes the poorly constructed message, writing something he deems more appropriate.
“Why’re you so nosey,” Crispin snarls and snatches his phone back, “This doesn’t even concern you!”
“I’m just trying to help you find someone, I need your room for storage.” The younger Wizard sibling shrugs, nearly throwing the older into a frenzy.
A throat clearing from the doorway distracts them from their impending argument, the second youngest of the family strolling in.
“Could you guys be any louder? I don’t think our neighbors caught that last part.” Cas drones on.
“Tell this barbarian,” The long-haired Wizard flicks his brother’s head, “that to woe someone, you must be delicate and alluring.”
“No, you tell this ass to mind his business!” Crispin smacks the offending hand away from him and crosses his arms with a huff.
“Why can’t I just ‘be myself’?”
“have you met you?”
The coding genius narrowly avoids a pillow thrown in her direction, “If we help, will you stop being a mopey baby?” (”I’m not being a mopey baby!!”)
“Ha,” Howell laughs sarcastically in his sister’s face, “you? you can’t woo even if your life depended on it.”
Shooting a glare at her older brother, Cas whips her head towards her short-tempered brother on the couch; she took her brother’s taunting as a challenge.
“Alright, tell them they look really nice today.”
“How would he know what they look like, genius? Ask them if they believe in love at first sight.”
“No way, tell them you only have three weeks to live-“
“What are you, a sadist?? Compliment their diet choices.”
Their screaming match attracts the attention of the rest of the family, the exact opposite of what Crispin wanted. When they’re briefed on the situation at hand, they also chime in with advice of their own.
(”Did you ask if they’re open to getting married?” “Deckard, they literally just met two days ago.”)
As a fight breaks out amongst the family over who’s right, Crispin manages to untangle himself from the mess and moves to stand over on the sidelines.
He lets out a sigh and re-evaluates his choices, knowing he probably should’ve just looked this junk up online. Maybe he shouldn’t even text at all..
A tap on the shoulder pulls him out of his funk and he looks over at the offender, his older brother, Wesley, extending his hand out for the phone.
‘Well, I’ve got nothing else to lose.’
He silently hands the device over and watches as the older Wizard types up a message and narrowly avoids a plant that was throw in their direction
‘ Got two tickets to the circus this Friday at 9, wanna come? ’
Before he could react, his brother hits send and hands the phone back over to a frazzled Crispin.
“WHA- WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME READ IT FIRST? THAT IS WAY TOO DIRE-”
a buzz cuts through all the noise and quiets everything down, the fighting sibs pausing their brawl.
but you actually had a great time, wesley would tell you interesting facts about each fish he’d catch and what lure was best to use
you caught a big ass fish on your first throw and couldn’t stop bragging
he thought it was cute
(howell was horrifed when he found out and made him take you to this rlly fancy restaurant he had reservations for) “ON WHAT PLANET DOES FISHING QUALIFY AS A DATE???”
on the off chance you don’t go fishing with him, he’d send you pics of some of the fish he’d catch
‘took 4evr, but i finally caught him’
‘he kinda looks like u :)’
hc that he likes to bring home pretty shells he finds on the beach for you
you have a shelf dedicated to all the gifts he brings you
when ya’ll finally move in, he brings all his fish buddies with him
congrats! you now have your very own aquarium !!
love the man to bits, but i feel that bc he spends so much time in the ocean, he’s used to the smell and doesn’t realize a majority of his clothes stinks
which is bad news for you bc he likes to be held after a long day of fishing and you don’t wanna be near a smelly fish man
“Wes, I’ll hold you after you shower.”
“so you’re saying you don’t love me anymore?”
“WESLEY GO TAKE A SHOWER.”
when ya’ll first started dating, he was a little hesitant on officially introducing you to his sibs
he knows his family does it to protect him, but they can be a bit much at times
but after much convincing, you both arranged a small dinner to get to know them
you kinda already knew Crispin, considering he’s the only mechanic on the island
it started off with you getting back to back ‘interviews’ from each sibling but at the end they all came to the realization that you’re actually pretty cool
he thought that was goods news, but it backfired tremendously
prepare to never have any alone time
bc you’ll always have a wizard sibling glomming onto you
you don’t mind, but wesley gets tired of it quick
“I wanted them to help me with this new recipe I found.”
“Yea right, they clearly want to check out this new computer game I found.”
“Dream on! They obviously want to sculpt with me, let’s get outta here (y/n)!”
*cue tug of war*
he’s not really into pda
instead of holding hands, he likes to link pinkies
when ya’ll are alone however..
you like when he kisses your cheeks bc his stubble tickles in a good way
before he heads off for the day, he waits for you to brush his bangs to the side and give him a smooch on his forehead
he refuses to leave without one
he’s actually really clingy behind closed doors
you absolutely love it, but it definitely has it moments
“this is really nice, but i need to use the bathroom.”
*grunt*
“I’m like three seconds away from pissing my pants pls let go.”
“I have a bucket you can use.”
“THAT”S SO GROSS WESLEY LET GO.”
after his clothes have been thoroughly washed, you like to steal his sweaters
“Are any of the clothes dry yet?”
“no.”
“is that my favorite shirt?”
“...no.”
you buying him those dorky dad hats that read somethin’ like “women want me, fish fear me” as a joke but they become a major part of his wardrobe
sometimes when wesley gets tired of talking, he’ll slowly go from one worded responses to low grunts
when you pick up on this, you just hold his hand and sit with him in silence
he appreciates it and squeezes your hand to let you know
he’s really glad he met you, it makes him feel like you’re the only person who really gets him
the space travelling duo met you on a planet they decided to set up camp in for a few days
violet thought it was best to stretch their legs while SO wanted to keep going to their destination, he was ultimately overpowered by his old friend
when one of their blasters went haywire and they couldn't get the kid to fix it (it was his nap time), they went out to a marketplace in a nearby village to see if there was anyone up for the job
that's where they find YOU !!
your dad, the village's repairman, had stepped out to retrieve some parts and left you in charge
while he was the best at what he did, you'd always sneak away to make your own contraptions and honed in on your own skill set
you've gotten really good at making advanced weaponry and would show it off to your dad
but apparently the village has no need for them, your dad's told you plenty of times
you did not want to be there !
you're knocked on your ass when the door swings open and startles you from your day dream
after helping you up and apologizing profusely, the lavender haired woman asks if you could fix what looks like a severely damaged blaster
you jump at the opportunity and began working on it right away
her companion in the cape voices his displeasure, something about 'waiting for the dumb baby to wake up and do it'
he's silenced by a punch to the gut
while you're working, the woman, who told you to call her violet, strikes up conversation and asks about your life on the seemingly boring planet
you don't correct and just tell her about your day to day that includes helping your dad in the shop and just waiting away
which catches Law's attention
stuck somewhere with the potential to do more, sounds like a shitty existence
not that he told you, he just stayed silent from his place against the wall
when you're done and show them the modifications you made, he feels a little disheartened
he wanted to learn more about you, but this was probably the last he'd see you
"DO YOU WANNA TRAVEL SPACE WITH US?"
violet excitedly asked you as she grabs your hands, spouting on about how they could use an extra pair of hands
before he could scold her about suggesting someone to completely uproot their life,
you say yes
when you start to settle into your new environment, you realize that Law's.. a little bit of a jackass
violet has zero problem with you, she loves that she has someone new to hang with and shower with praise
when the kid sees how she is with you, he warms up to you fairly quickly
he shows you the inventions he made first to get your input on them
you feel so honored bc omg this genius child wants my approval ??
helping reach any spare parts he might need
this kid has you wrapped around his tiny fingers
but when it comes to Law, he's the biggest pest you've ever met
if you're reaching for something, he grab it first and put it some place so high even he can't reach
he knocks things off your desk he knows you're using
"I needed that screw, jerk."
"funny how you need it after it goes flying."
"stars, you're like a damn cat."
he'll obnoxious interrupt you whenever your presenting some new gadget to help the team
violet always swats him and asks you to continue, earning a glare from him
sometimes you wonder if you should've just stayed home
he hates how close the fruit vendor is getting to you. he’s not too fond with how you appear to be enjoying the attention.
goes to show how great an actor you are.
so when he hears the guy mention something about 'taking his break', Law storms over to where you are and grabs your wrist, mumbling 'the kid's askin' about you', and drags you in the direction of their campsite.
"I can't feel my arm, can you let go now?" you pulled against his wrist as he dragged you behind him, he's huffy about something he won't tell you about.
"If I let you go, you'll just get into trouble again and that's the last thing we need."
"me flirting with that guy for a discount is trouble?"
"well if the shoe fits." Law grumps as he tightens his hand around your wrist.
you manage to yank your hand free from his iron grip and shout angrily at him, "That's so unfair! You never say anything when Violet does the same thing!"
he whips his head around and gets defensive, "Because she can handle herself!"
"and I can't?"
he glares half-heartedly at you and turns on his heels, "I don't have time for this."
but you're sick of this.
of the temper tantrums he throws. of him thinking he can just boss you around.
so you stomp after him and grab his wrist with the same force he used on you and spin him back around, simultaneously stunning and shutting him up.
'Would you just tell me instead of trying to act all pissy," the tears pricking at your eyes start to sting, but there's no way you'd let him watch you cry, "if you didn't want me to come with you guys, just tell me!"
"That's not what I meant," he can feels his face start to heat up and the unspoken words at the edge of tongue, ready to reveal the truth.
"then just tell me!"
the words come tumbling out before he even can try to stop them.
"I don't want you acting like that with anyone but me!"
