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english is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
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The sound of keyboard clicks fills your apartment while you lay sprawled half asleep on his bed, the room is dark and the only source of light came from Vernon's monitor and RGB keyboard. His voice echoes in the room as he speaks to his chat.
"Yo chat, should I go to bed?" Vernon mumbled lazily, leaning back in his chair, making it creak beneath his weight.
"My girl is sleepy and I think I should log off before she gets mad at me for staying up this late"
He glanced back at you before looking at his chat again, the comments already exploding with people begging him to play one more game
"Okay then, one more game" he hummed quietly into the mic, adjusting his posture to sit straight as he started yet another round of the game he'd been playing all night.
You let out a tired groan from his bed, burying your face deeper into his pillow, the fabric had a faint scent of his cologne.
Vernon glanced back for a second, his headset almost slipping off as he smiled softly at your sleepy form
"See? she's already mad"
the chat flooded with messages telling him to go sleep
"Relax chat, I'll survive" he mumbled, running a hand through his hair as he continued playing
Not even ten minutes later you felt the mattress dip slightly beside you
"You lost already?" you mumbled sleepily
"Nah" Vernon replied, pulling you into a warm hug from behind "I just like you more than ranked."
Eddie slams his pile of books down on the counter, grinning at how hard Steve startles.
"Jesus, fuck," Steve holds a hand to his chest, glaring. "Man, come on, I'm too young to die of a heart attack."
"Are you sure about that?" Eddie reaches over, to tug at his hair- Steve bats his hand away before he can get near. "What are you now, seventy?"
"I'll have you know that the silver only adds to my charm."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that." He pats the pile of books. "I need to check all of these out."
"You know the limit."
"Please? Pretty please? I'll never insult you for going grey early ever again! Promise!"
"You've made that promise before," Steve grumbles, but starts to check the books out anyway. "What's all of this for anyway? New campaign or something?"
"Nah. Robin mentioned something about the cold war and nuclear shit. Got me curious."
Steve pointedly looks at the books, snorting. "Curious."
"What, you've never wanted to learn some new thing or something?"
"Not this much."
"What about all those sports you played?"
"That was more to do with my parents than me actually wanting to do it."
Eddies eyes narrow because... yeah. Outside of his old King Steve days, Eddie doesn't think Steve has ever wanted something. Not even for his birthday, or Christmas.
All he asks is for them to come to his and Robins flat. All he seems to want is confirmation that they're ok and alive.
"You always say you want kids though, right?"
"I mean, kind of. Though, I'm starting to think the brats we babysat might be more than enough for me."
"Chocolate?"
"Oh no..."
"What?"
"You're planning something, aren't you?"
"No! No, no, no... but there has to be something, right?"
"Something?"
"That you really want."
"There's nothing I need."
"That's not what I'm asking."
"That's all the answer you're getting." Steve shoves the pile of books towards him. "Get lost, I'm supposed to be working."
"Ugh, fine, you're no fun."
But he can't stop thinking about it. He ends up returning the pile of books, despite the fact that he barely read one page. When he tries to use it to question Steve, he dodges the question again.
He very quickly gives up, deciding to pester Robin until she tells him. That takes three weeks of constant, daily efforts. And, in the end, the answer is obvious.
Steve just wants to spend more time with people he cares about.
It's not easy to gather anyone in the party, given that there's no holiday or significant occasion- he manages it, though. All the kids, now young adults, organize transportation. Nancy and Jonathan, over the phone, help Eddie and Robin plan out where everyone will sleep with their small apartments.
The effort, and pain of organizing it all, is worth it for the look on Steves face when he comes home to find them all waiting for him.
When Dustin almost knocks him over with how harm he hugs him, for a second, Eddie is worried that he's going to start crying. But he holds it together, greets them all with so much enthusiasm...
"I forgot that he used to be like this," Robin comments, late into the night. They're sat a little away from the group, watching them argue over their games. "The kids mean a lot to him."
"He means a lot to them."
"I know. I think he forgets though, so... thank you."
Steve doesn't corner him until they've got the kids asleep- half of them going with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle to Eddies appartment, the rest of them fighting over the little space in Steve and Robins.
"You could've got me chocolate," Steve says, nudging him.
"This is what you really wanted though, isn't it? That was the whole point, big boy."
"Right. Sorry, it... I wanted to say thank you. I know this must have taken a lot to organize and-"
"Steve. You don't need to thank me. Besides, I could never have done this on my own."
"Still... thank you." Steve is quiet for a moment, looking out to the busy city street. "What do you want?"
"This."
"No, what do you really want?"
"Yeah, this. Everyones together, having so much fun. We're gonna do a one-shot when you go to work tomorrow. And, uh... you're happy. I don't need anything more than that."
"Right," Steve clears his throat. He shuffles a little closer, so their sides are almost flush together, tentatively reaching out to hold Eddies hand. "You don't need anything else. What about what you want?"
"You know what I want."
"I want you to say it."
Steve leans over, bumping their shoulders together when he hesitates. He smiles, reassuring, and gives Eddies hand a squeeze.
"What do you want, Eddie?"
"You. I- I want you."
It's terrifying to admit, a horrifying leap... but the smile Steve gives him, so soft and happy, is more than worth it.
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The front door swung open before Joshua even had the chance to type in the code himself.
Seungcheol stood there already grinning, drink in hand, house slippers half falling off his feet as he pointed dramatically down the hallway.
“Late. Again.”
Joshua laughed immediately, one hand still resting on your lower back as you stepped inside behind him.
“We brought cake,” you defended.
“From that expensive bakery too,” Joshua added proudly.
“That’s why you’re forgiven.”
The second your shoes came off, chaos followed.
Mingyu appeared first somehow, reaching for the cake box before even greeting either of you.
“You brought the strawberry one?” he gasped.
“I specifically texted you asking what flavor everyone wanted,” you said.
“And I specifically knew you loved me.”
“You love anybody that feeds you,” Joshua muttered.
“That’s true.”
Laughter echoed through the house instantly.
It had been months since everyone had managed to be together like this. Schedules, tours, family obligations, overseas trips. Between the members, their spouses, and children occasionally being involved now, getting all of them into one place at the same time felt nearly impossible.
But tonight somehow worked.
And immediately, the energy felt warm.
Comfortable.
Like home.
“Hi baby!” Soonyoung’s wife hurried over to hug you first. “You look ridiculous.”
You blinked. “That’s either really nice or really mean.”
“It’s nice,” she assured quickly. “Like unfairly nice.”
Joshua snorted beside you.
“She’s been staring in the mirror for an hour.”
You turned sharply. “You literally changed shirts three times.”
“Because I care about your reputation.”
“Your reputation?”
“Yes. Imagine being seen next to me looking average.”
Seungkwan nearly collapsed laughing from the couch.
“Oh my God they started already.”
“They flirt like they’re in a romcom,” Chan complained fondly.
“They flirt like they met yesterday,” Jeonghan corrected.
Joshua only smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand once before finally letting go so everyone could properly settle in.
The night moved naturally after that.
Music low in the background.
Someone arguing over games in the dining room.
Minghao and Wonwoo quietly discussing wine.
Jeonghan cheating at cards openly while pretending he wasn’t.
Joshua sat beside you almost the entire night, thigh pressed against yours on the couch while talking with Mingyu and Seokmin about travel plans. Every once in a while his fingers would absentmindedly brush your arm, your knee, your hand.
At one point, while Joshua was distracted by Seokmin dramatically retelling a story to the group nearby, Seungcheol’s wife leaned toward you from across the coffee table with the softest smile.
“You know,” she said quietly, “I genuinely think Joshua became more himself after meeting you.”
Your expression softened immediately.
You glanced over at Joshua beside you, laughing at something Seokmin said, head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkled so warmly it almost hurt to look at him too long.
“He says the same thing,” you admitted.
“Well,” she said knowingly, “then it's already certain.”
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Around an hour later, everyone had migrated into separate groups around the house.
The kitchen was crowded with snacks and half-finished drinks, spouses talking while reorganizing plates because apparently nobody in this friend group knew how to clean as they went.
You stood near the counter cutting fruit while listening to Jeonghan’s wife complain about him stealing her desserts.
“He acts innocent too,” she sighed dramatically. “Like I didn’t WATCH him take it.”
“That sounds exactly like him,” you laughed.
“It’s because he’s evil,” Seungkwan called from somewhere nearby.
“I heard that!”
“You were meant to!”
More laughter erupted.
Then suddenly someone nudged your shoulder lightly.
You turned to find Jihoon’s wife looking at you carefully.
“What?”
She smiled.
“Can I say something without sounding emotional?”
“No.”
“Okay well I’m gonna say it anyway.”
You laughed softly as she leaned against the counter.
“I really love you for Joshua.”
The room got quieter.
Not silent.
But softer.
More attentive.
“He’s always been caring,” she continued, “but after you two got together he stopped carrying everything alone.”
Your chest tightened a little.
“He used to worry quietly,” Minghao’s partner added from the island counter. “Now he actually talks.”
“And smiles more,” another voice added.
“And says no sometimes,” Seungkwan said. “Which is shocking.”
“Literally terrifying,” Chan agreed.
You blinked at them.
All of them looked genuine.
Comfortable.
Certain.
“You guys are making me emotional in somebody else’s kitchen,” you muttered weakly.
You looked down for a second, blinking quickly before laughing under your breath.
“You know what’s crazy?” you admitted quietly. “I always worried everyone would think I wasn’t enough for him.”
The reaction was immediate.
“What?”
“Are you insane?”
“Joshua worships the ground you walk on.”
“He literally glows around you.”
“Half his camera roll is candid pictures of you.”
You covered your face immediately.
“Oh my God.”
“No seriously,” Seungkwan continued. “He showed me a photo of you reading once.”
“That’s normal.”
“He looked like he was seeing the face of God.”
The kitchen dissolved into laughter again.
Your face hurt from smiling.
And somewhere deep in your chest, warmth bloomed slowly and steadily.
Because these people loved Joshua.
Really loved him.
And somehow they loved you too.
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Meanwhile in the living room, Joshua was getting ambushed himself.
He sat on the floor near the couch with a drink balanced against his knee while Mingyu pointed accusingly at him.
“You know your relationship is actually annoying, right?”
Joshua looked entirely unbothered.
“You say that every time.”
“Because every time you two arrive somewhere it looks like a movie scene.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“No,” Wonwoo said calmly from the couch. “It’s accurate.”
Joshua laughed softly into his glass.
“What are you all even talking about?”
Seokmin pointed toward the kitchen doorway.
“The way you looked at them five minutes ago.”
Joshua blinked once.
“What way?”
“Exactly,” Chan groaned. “That way.”
“The soft eyes,” Mingyu explained.
“The husband eyes,” Seungkwan added.
“The divorced aunt at brunch eyes,” Jeonghan corrected.
Joshua nearly choked laughing.
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does spiritually,” Jeonghan replied.
Seungcheol leaned back in his seat, watching Joshua with a knowing expression.
“You really love them, huh?”
The question came easy.
No teasing.
Just honesty.
And Joshua answered just as easily.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “A lot.”
Something in the room softened immediately.
Because they all knew Joshua.
Knew how careful he could be with emotions sometimes.
How thoughtful.
How private.
But with you?
It was obvious.
Open.
Like sunlight through glass.
“You’re different with them,” Wonwoo said after a moment.
Joshua glanced toward the kitchen unconsciously.
You were laughing at something someone said, head tilted slightly while cutting strawberries.
His entire expression changed instantly.
Softer.
Warmer.
There it was again.
The look.
“Oh my God there it is,” Chan whispered loudly.
Joshua rolled his eyes.
“You guys are unbelievable.”
“No,” Seungcheol said. “You two are.”
Joshua smiled faintly.
“I just…” he paused briefly. “I feel calm with them.”
The room stayed quiet.
“They make everything feel easy,” he admitted. “Even bad days don’t feel that bad anymore.”
“That’s disgusting,” Mingyu said emotionally.
“You’re literally tearing up.”
“I’m sensitive!”
Joshua laughed again.
But then his expression softened more seriously.
“They’re really good to me,” he said quietly.
Seungcheol nodded once.
“We know.”
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You finally escaped the kitchen carrying a fresh plate of fruit.
The second Joshua spotted you, his face brightened immediately.
Like instinct.
Like automatic gravity pulling him toward you.
And apparently everyone else noticed too.
“There!” Seungkwan shouted.
You jumped. “What?”
“That!”
Joshua looked confused. “What did we do?”
“You looked at each other for half a second,” Chan said dramatically.
“And?” you asked carefully.
“And it looked rehearsed.”
Joshua laughed under his breath while reaching for your wrist gently, pulling you down beside him onto the floor.
Your knee bumped his.
Immediately his hand settled there absentmindedly.
Again.
Automatic.
Seungcheol’s wife walked in carrying drinks and stopped mid-step.
“Oh. See? This is what I’m talking about.”
You groaned immediately.
“Not you too.”
“I’m serious,” she insisted. “You two genuinely look fake.”
“Like a couple in a luxury watch commercial,” Minghao added.
“Or those couples in Nancy Meyers movies,” Jihoon’s wife said.
Joshua looked amused now.
“That’s oddly specific.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Honestly?
He did.
The oversized sweaters.
The soft domestic energy.
The quiet affection.
The lingering eye contact.
You leaned lightly against Joshua’s shoulder without thinking, and his fingers instantly intertwined with yours.
Another collective reaction filled the room.
“Oh my God.”
“There they go again.”
“I need everyone to stop acting like we’re zoo animals,” you laughed.
“You’re worse,” Seungkwan informed. “Because you’re in love.”
Joshua turned toward you then.
Not dramatically.
Not exaggerated.
Just naturally.
Eyes soft.
Small smile appearing.
Like he couldn’t help it.
And suddenly the room got quieter again because there it was.
That thing.
The thing everyone kept talking about.
The kind of love that didn’t need performance.
Didn’t need attention.
It just existed loudly on its own.
Joshua brushed his thumb across your knuckles once.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You smiled immediately.
“Yeah.”
The way he looked relieved at that simple answer nearly made half the room scream.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Mingyu declared.
“They’re too married.”
“They ARE married,” Wonwoo reminded.
“That’s not the point.”
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Later in the night, music played softly while conversations blurred together comfortably.
Somebody had opened another bottle of wine.
Jeonghan and Seungcheol were arguing over absolutely nothing.
Chan was half asleep against the couch.
And you found yourself standing on the back patio for a moment alone, enjoying the cooler air.
The door slid open quietly behind you.
You didn’t even turn around before Joshua’s arms wrapped around your waist.
“There you are,” he murmured against your shoulder.
You melted backward into him immediately.
“Tired?”
“A little.”
His chin rested on your shoulder while the city lights reflected faintly in the distance.
Inside the house everyone’s voices blurred together warmly.
Home inside another home.
“You having fun?” you asked.
Joshua hummed softly.
“Mm. More now.”
You smiled instantly.
“That was smooth.”
“I’m charming.”
“You’re corny.”
“But you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Joshua laughed quietly against your neck before turning you gently in his arms.
For a second he just looked at you.
Really looked.
And even after all this time, it still made your stomach flip embarrassingly fast.
“What?” you asked softly.
“Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“You’re pretty.”
You groaned immediately.
“There you go.”
“It’s true.”
“You flirt like an old man.”
“And yet you married me.”
“That’s because you tricked me.”
Joshua smiled slowly.
“Worth it.”
Before you could respond, the patio door suddenly slid open again.
“FOUND THEM.”
You both burst out laughing as Seungkwan pointed accusingly.
“You see?!” he yelled back inside. “They escaped to be in love privately!”
“God forbid,” Joshua replied.
“No, seriously,” Seungkwan continued while walking over dramatically. “Do you know how many conversations happened tonight about how perfect you two are?”
Your eyes widened.
“…What?”
Joshua blinked too. “Wait actually?”
“Oh my God yes,” Seungkwan groaned. “It’s unbearable. Everybody’s obsessed with your marriage.”
You started laughing immediately.
“Stop.”
“I’m serious! Half the night has just been everyone saying ‘Joshua smiles more’ and ‘they look at each other like soulmates.’”
Joshua looked at you then.
That soft look again.
The one everyone kept noticing.
And this time you caught yourself doing it too.
Seungkwan pointed aggressively.
“THAT. RIGHT THERE.”
You both collapsed laughing.
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By the end of the night, everyone crowded near the front entryway saying their goodbyes painfully slowly.
Because nobody in this friend group knew how to leave quickly.
“You’re hosting next time,” Mingyu informed you.
“Why us?”
“Because your apartment feels rich.”
“It’s literally candles and low lighting.”
“Exactly.”
Joshua helped you into your coat while everyone kept talking over each other.
Then suddenly Seungcheol stepped forward and pulled Joshua into a quick hug.
Proud.
Warm.
Brotherly.
“You’re happy,” he said quietly.
Joshua smiled a little.
“Yeah.”
Seungcheol nodded once like that answer alone mattered.
Then he pulled you into a hug too.
“Take care of him.”
You smiled softly.
“Always.”
From behind him, Jeonghan pointed lazily.
“And keep being annoyingly in love. It’s entertaining.”
“No literally,” Chan added. “You guys make marriage look less terrifying.”
Joshua laughed while reaching for your hand again.
And just like earlier, instinctively, naturally, your fingers fit together immediately.
Easy.
Familiar.
Loved.
As everyone kept saying goodbye around you, Joshua leaned down slightly toward your ear.
“Ready to go home?”
You looked up at him.
At the warmth in his eyes.
At the softness only you seemed to get this close to.
And suddenly all those comments from tonight made perfect sense.
The movie comparisons.
The soulmate jokes.
The hollywood accusations.
Because loving Joshua did feel cinematic sometimes.
Not because it was dramatic.
But because it was intentional.
Warm.
Steady.
The kind of love people wrote stories about because they hoped someday they’d find it too.
The first thing Ricky did on his day off was sleep until noon.
The second thing he did was walk into the kitchen with his hair sticking up everywhere and say,
“I want cookies.”
You looked up from your phone. “That’s the first thing you say to me today?”
“Yes.”
“Not good morning?”
“Cookies are more urgent. I had a dream of cookies, I'm craving 'em like a pregnant lady.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Ricky ignored you completely and opened random cabinets like he’d lived there his entire life instead of spending twenty minutes yesterday asking where the spoons were.
“Do we even have flour?”
“We do if you stop touching everything dramatically.”
“I’m helping.”
“You just opened the fridge and closed it again.”
“I was checking the vibe.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Then both of you started laughing.
The apartment felt weirdly peaceful today. Quiet in a nice way. No alarms going off. No staff messages popping up every five seconds. Just cold winter light spilling through the windows and Ricky wandering around in socks like a sleepy cat.
Eventually, you tied his hoodie strings together after he annoyed you for the sixth time.
“Hey—”
“That’s what you get.” You smile at him
“You’re evil.”
“You love me.”
Ricky paused.
Then he smiled slowly. “Yeah. I do.”
The answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard for half a second.
He noticed immediately too.
You could tell by the way his ears turned a little pink before he looked away and reached for the mixing bowl.
“Okay,” he muttered. “Chef mode now.”
“Chef mode?”
“Yes. Don’t distract me.”
“You literally cannot bake.”
“That sounds negative.”
“It sounds accurate.”
The next thirty minutes turned into complete disaster.
Ricky cracked an egg one-handed and got shell into the batter. You laughed at him so hard you accidentally spilled sugar everywhere. He tried fixing it and somehow made it worse.
At one point, flour exploded across the counter because he mixed too aggressively.
“You look insane,” you said through laughter.
“You’re supposed to support me.”
“I’m trying but this is embarrassing.”
“You’re embarrassing.”
“You have dough in your hair.”
He immediately reached up. “Where?”
“There.”
When he leaned closer, you brushed your fingers through the soft strands near his forehead to pull the tiny piece out.
Ricky went still and looked straight into your eyes
Not fully. Just enough that you noticed.
Your hand slowed too.
For one tiny second, the kitchen suddenly felt quieter than before.
His eyes stayed on yours.
Close.
Way too close.
Then—
“You got distracted,” you mumbled.
“You touched my hair.”
“So?”
“You know I like that.”
His voice came out softer this time.
You swallowed.
“Ricky—”
“Hmm?”
“You’re staring.”
“I know.”
He didn’t stop either.
That was the problem.
The tension started small after that.
Little things.
His hand resting on your lower back while you reached into the cabinet.
Your knees touching under the table while waiting for the cookies to bake.
The way he kept looking at you like he had something to say but never actually said it.
And Ricky was naturally clingy on normal days already.
Today was worse.
At some point while cleaning up, he walked behind you in the narrow kitchen and stayed there instead of moving away.
“You’re blocking me,” you said.
“You smell nice.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t care.”
You tried stepping sideways.
His hands landed on the counter beside you immediately.
Your breath caught a little.
Ricky leaned forward just enough that his chin almost brushed your shoulder.
“You know,” he said quietly, “this is the longest I’ve gotten to spend with you in weeks.”
You looked at him over your shoulder. “You’re acting like we’re in a romance movie.”
“We are.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“And you like it.”
Unfortunately, he was right.
The oven hummed softly behind you both.
Neither of you moved.
Ricky’s eyes dropped to your lips for the briefest second before lifting again.
Your heart started acting stupid instantly.
“Say something,” he murmured.
“You first.”
He smiled a little at that.
Then he leaned closer.
Slow enough to make you fully aware of it.
One hand slid lightly against your waist, pulling you back just slightly until your shoulder pressed against his chest. Just as his lips touched your neck—
DING.
The oven timer went off.
Ricky blinked once.
Then he dropped his head dramatically against your shoulder.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
You burst out laughing immediately.
“No because actually,” he complained, still holding your waist, “that was the worst timing ever.”
“The cookies saved us.”
“I didn’t ask to be saved.”
“You’re insane.”
He sighed deeply like life had personally betrayed him before finally letting go to grab the oven mitts.
The cookies came out slightly uneven because both of you forgot about the second tray entirely.
Still, Ricky proudly called them “masterpieces.”
An hour later, the kitchen was messy again.
Cookie crumbs everywhere.
One half-finished movie playing on the TV.
And Ricky stretched across the couch beside you under a blanket, warm from the heater and smelling faintly like vanilla.
“You know,” he mumbled sleepily, “I think baking together healed me emotionally.”
“You dropped an entire egg earlier.”
“That was part of the experience.”
You laughed quietly.
Ricky turned his head toward you then, eyes softer now than before.
Without saying anything, he reached over and laced his fingers through yours beneath the blanket.
Simple.
Easy.
The movie kept playing while snow fell outside.
At some point, Ricky fell asleep halfway against your shoulder, still holding your hand loosely like he forgot to let go.
☆ mondstadt only
☆ chrs ;; venti, bennett, albedo,
** fluff. **
venti would take you out to fancy restaurants and hang out with you on the tavern balcony, making you stargaze with him at night, then as dawn strikes he'd tease you for being such a bedhead. you'd make him meals while on break. for your birthday, venti would gather all of your friends and colleagues and host a meetup, similar to the wb fest.
bennett wouldn't visit you often out of fear, but when he did you'd make sure he's well. you'd kind of be his caretaker, helping him on missions and making sure he has a hearty meal before bed. he'd give you nighttime kisses which would set you dozed. for your birthday, bennett would arrange a self-made dinner party, which may or may not have poisoned you, yet you loved him nonetheless for his thought of making you happy and gave him a calming hug.
albedo would paint with you and protect you from the cold, jumping at you from behind every time he saw you zoning out. on saturdays, he'd take you to see klee, addressing you as 'sister' when near her yet it made you chuckle. however albedo frequently would use you as a 'subject' and test experiment. on your birthday, albedo would paint you murals for your home to feel livelier than ever.
Hi! I don't know if you write for quackity but if you do could I request a quackity x reader where the reader is really shy and gets flustered easily?
Only if you're comfortable though!!
Thank you so much! :)
♥【Quackity, Mi Amor】♥
Pairing: cc!Quackity x gn!Reader
Summary: Quackity teases you while you paint.
[A/N] Thank you for the request! This one is very cute and I hope you enjoy reading it! <3
You had many hobbies, painting being one of them. Although you were often busy with other things, you enjoyed taking time out to paint. Your boyfriend, Quackity quite enjoyed watching you do so, admiring you and your art. He often cracked a few jokes which put an even bigger smile on his face when they succeed in making you laugh.
Quackity was sitting outside with you, watching you paint the scenery. You were focusing on a few small details when Quackity says,
"You're cute when you're focused."
You freeze for a moment, your face turning bright red. "Shh, let me focus." You reply, trying to hide your obvious embarrassment. He chuckles and leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"You're blushing." He whispers in a teasing tone. You could feel your face heating up even more. You couldn't say anything other than making little flustered noises which Quackity giggled in response to.
"I love you, mi amor." He says as he places small little kisses along your shoulder and neck, pulling you closer to him. You allow yourself to sink into his touch, giving up on finishing your painting.
You both laid there until sunset, laying comfortably in each other's arms.
