Yes I'm back with the random headcanons (33 characters. That's a lot I didn't even notice)
Name Day is the type who'll force you to match with him in every game or customise his avatar to look like you in single-player games.
Moldir is the type of person who constantly takes care of you without expecting anything in return and gets very flushed when you try to handle things for her.
Medicine Pocket is the type to leave some treats around when you're in a bad mood. They're obviously doing it because it's annoying to see you frowning and not because they actually care.
Lorentz Butterfly is the type to whisper extremely inappropriate things in your ear at the worst time possible to see how you'll react.
Cheng Heguang is the type to carry you when you're tired, and he will insist even if you refuse multiple times. He'll gladly switch shoes or pieces of your outfit if you start to feel uncomfortable with what you're wearing.
Brume is the type to bring you tons of gifts and souvenirs from her travels because they reminded her of you.
Tooth Fairy is the type to make sure you always look impeccable before allowing you to step foot outside.
Paper Heron is the type to buy a bunch of desserts and sweets and ask you to rate them all with her (get ready, they're 98% pure sugar).
Aleph is the type who never gets tired of listening to you talk, even when he barely understands what you say. Bonus: he would read fanfics with you.
Nautika is the type to let you take naps on her. She will try her best not to move around and make noise. If you wake up because of her, she'll definitely feel bad.
Anjo Nala is the type who never leaves your side and over time becomes your shadow. She follows you around out of curiosity or to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
Enigma is the type who gives you his coat when he feels like it might be a bit too cold for what you're wearing. Try to complain and he'll completely ignore you.
Windsong is the type to reserve a front seat for you during her lectures. Seeing you there makes her extremely happy.
Sentinel is the type to enjoy long walks with you in places with beautiful scenery.
Semmelweis is the type who'd secretly do whatever catches your attention and give it as a surprise when you least expect it.
Hissabeth is the type to buy those flavored lip glosses and make you guess the flavor of each of them.
Tennant is the type to shamelessly slap your ass when you walk by and won't try to hide her amused face.
Horropedia is the type to wear those "I ♡ my partner" t-shirts in public and wear those with unhinged matching texts.
Dikke is the type to always open the door for you.
Isolde is the type who wears one of those necklaces with a picture or portrait of you.
X is type to hide your clothes so that you are left with no options but to wear his.
Reed is the type to give you one of her leaves to use as a bookmark and reminder of herself.
Willow is the type to decorate a whole room for you after your visits became more frequent. Now you have a place to go when she doesn't feel like seeing people.
Charon is the type who carefully preserves all the letters you send him as if they were written on the finest paper.
Beryl is the type who waits for you at the doorstep to greet you with a kiss.
Zima is the type who unknowingly holds your hand when you walk side by side. He will immediately let go and apologise if you point it out.
Centurion is the type who always stands up for you no matter the situation.
Corvus is the type who peels and cuts fruit and gives it to you during the day for no specific reason.
Kakania is the type to constantly brag about you to the point that everyone who knows her knows you, too.
Ulrich is the type to panic even for a sneeze and walk let you lift a finger if you end up getting sick.
Recoleta is the type who creates characters inspired by you in all her stories.
Getian is the type who won't eat anything you make unless you personally feed him.
Marsha is the type to play with your hair at night until you fall asleep.
MEDICINE POCKET is very clear about their boundaries; they do not take crossing them lightly. while you are their lover and significant other, they still make a line that you should not cross.
. though, a contrary belief is that medicine pocket would reciprocate your manner. i believe that either way, medicine pocket would find your behavior endearing.
. medicine pocket would often let you work alongside them - that is, if you don't mind. they would let you take notes for them, telling you to 'do as i say,' or 'write down what i say'.
;; OVERALL medicine pocket would be ( somewhat ) compatible with a clingy partner. just as long as you don't bother them as they're working, they would enjoy being in your presence and having you cling onto them.
X is rather indifferent to this. unlike medicine pocket, he does not necessarily have a sense of boundaries; he does not mind whether you cling onto him or not, he acts just the same.
. x is used to charming people with his personality and looks, so he did not seem to take notice of it at the start of your relationship. he found it amusing, and would oftentimes return your gestures.
. there is a chance of x taking advantage of this scenario to make you test his inventions for him ( of course, he makes sure they're safe to try first ) but otherwise, nothing serious.
;; OVERALL i find x to be a sort of 50/50 in this case. he could be considered more compatible, but there are some contradictions in my head. he is pretty questionable, really ...
PAVIA doesn't want anyone digging into his business. he doesn't want you asking him questions about his work knowing you wont get any answers, he would be happier with someone understanding of his boundaries and line of work.
. i have a headcanon that his wolves get clingy whenever they're hungry - so pavia is quite used to clinginess already. in general, he wouldn't mind if you were touchy with him. you could just lay your hands on his chest, sit on his lap randomly, and he wouldn't care all that much.
. the only problem that pavia has with this is the countless questions you ask him. about his past, about his work - he dislikes having someone pry into his personal life. other than that, he really just doesn't care.
;; OVERALL i don't exactly believe he's all that compatible with a clingy s/o. yes, he likes your touches and affection, but he does not need you smothering him! he needs to do his work as a mercenary, and prefers keeping you out of it.
ZIMA would have to take time to warm up to your clinginess at first. he appears awkward and gruff at first, but eventually would be willing to engage in it.
. he was but a lonely poet before he met you, with nothing but wild animals to keep him company - he considers himself lucky to have you in his life. about your clinginess, he does not mind it much.
. physical affection isn't something he's used to, and it's something that you introduce to him. he has no trouble in showering you with words of affirmation and small gifts, but he's quite iffy with other love languages.
;; OVERALL zima enjoys bathing in the warmth of his lover, a deep contrast to his life in the cold. i believe that zima is one of, if not the most, compatible with a clingy s/o.
HORROPEDIA is completely inexperienced, but that doesn't stop him from reciprocating your affection.
. he'd get caught off guard each time you touch him - he just doesn't strike me as the guy that's really used to physical touch. sure, eventually he wouldn't start to mind it much, but at the start of the relationship he's a bit sheepish with it.
. when he starts to get used to it, he likes to return your affections. he'll often have you by his side, but there are still times where he needs some time alone. if you can respect that, the relationship will be long-lasting.
;; OVERALL compatible! he enjoys your presence, and you enjoy his too. horropedia does not have any objections to your clinginess, and likes being showered with your affection.
SIX does not know how to deal with your clinginess. is he supposed to entertain you? he was more used to blending in with the background, he is unfamiliar with your touches and affection.
. six is curious by nature, and he starts to wonder why? he could understand it from a medical standpoint, and it's not like he would really mind your clinginess - perhaps you have some emotional wound that you would like him to heal?
. unless it bothers you, six wouldn't be as affectionate. he's been so closed-off and distant from his friends, learning how to love and be affectionate towards somebody again must be hard for him.
;; OVERALL makes a decent couple. while six takes a lot of time and space to get used to it, he likes your affectionate gestures, despite not returning them as much.
before you ask ' wheres diggers !? ' DONT. HES TOO UGLY I JHATE HIM !!!! ( /j i don't understand his character and am too lazy to write for him )
i will be posting another part of this !! the next part will be including the girlies next :33
likely going to be editing this soon ... this has got to be my worst work broa 😭
Summary: You see a cute kid who looks like a mini version of your boyfriend (Horropedia) and now you have thoughts of him knocking you up and decide to share those thoughts with him.
Author note:
PLEASE READ
So this is my 3rd fic I wrote as a challenge! The challenge is to write a fic that’s at least a 1000 words as a way of getting me to enjoy writing again because I’ve been struggling with burn out and realize I mentally stress myself out.
Honestly this has been pretty fun and I have so many ideas for writing! Yay!٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Anyway I tried to keep this vague (this is an x reader fic afterall), but you're an arcanist, and you have a breeding kink but you don’t actually want kids.
Other things to note:
1.My writing may be cringe
2.Honestly this fic is kinda embarrassing but fuck it we ball
3. I wish this was a smut but unfotunatly I'm not good writing it FUCK 4. This is written for a fem reader in mind
5.If you do read, thank you!
You and Sonetto were assigned to go visit the School of Primary Defense of Mankind to inspire the young minds of the future foundation staff.
You were picked because you were a skilled arcanist and Sonetto was picked because she was the Time keeper’s assistant and a former student herself.
It was honestly so cute!
Seeing little arcanist eagerly asking you questions about the foundation and what working there was like, but then you saw a certain little boy.
He had big glasses, messy out of control dark brown hair, freckles, and braces.
He sorta looked like a mini version of Horropedia that’s funny…
Horropedia the man who happens to be your boyfriend.
…
What if you and him had kids?
I mean you're in no position to have kids of course, you're both too young plus it’s not the time nor environment for it.
But there’s nothing wrong with just playing around with the idea right?
What would they look like? What would their name be? What type of dad would he be?
Oh fuck you definitely had baby fever and all because of something that was supposed to be a simple assignment.
Days passed and you tried to keep these thoughts to yourself but you couldn’t, you had to tell him.
But you didn’t want to freak him out.
I mean you know these thoughts were just you and your stupid breeding kink and not a genuine desire to have a child especially now.
But you haven’t even talked to him about potentially having a child in the distant future seriously so you bringing up a breeding kink that you didn’t even mention having might throw him off.
Either way you needed to get these feelings off your chest so you decided to talk to him.
You knocked on the door to his room.
“Give me a second!” He called through the door.
You heard something heavy being set down and footsteps. The door opened and there he was.
“Sorry I was busy working on my gun, what’s up?”
“Oh I just wanted to talk to you about something.” You say as you step into his room.
He cocked his head to the side. “Is it about foundation work?” “I know it’s been pretty hectic lately.”
You hesitated to answer but did anyway. “No actually, it’s about…us.”
He looked confused before his face turned a bit nervous. “Us?” “Wait is the point in a relationship where we have a super serious talk about something.” “Is our relationship in trouble?”
You responded immediately. “No no no, it’s nothing like that!” “I just wanted to talk about the…future I guess?”
“The future, what about it?” He asked.
You gathered your thoughts. How were you going to tell him: “Oh my god I want you to put a baby in me but not really” without freaking him out.
Your guy’s sex life was incredibly vanilla at the moment so anything other than missionary was something you’d have to discuss.
“Better late than never.” You thought.
“I was just thinking about what our life will look like in the future, y'know.”
“I mean what we'll look like and be like.” “What the foundation will be like…and I actually was also wondering about something.”
“Hm, what is it?” He asked.
“Have you ever thought about having kids?” You asked.
He looked caught off guard. “Kids?” “As in a combo of are dna type of kids and not baby goats?”
You smile. “Yes, human children.” “Have you ever thought about it in like a super far off future kind of future kinda thing.”
He places a hand on his chin thinking. “When I think about the future I think about how big my horror collection will be, how I'll still be part of the foundation and how I'll be with you.”
“So no, I've never really thought about having children.” “I’m assuming you have though?”
“Honestly I’ve thought about it and I like the idea of kids and having a family…but the reality of dealing with a child is something I don’t want to deal with so I’m leaning towards not having them.” You say.
“I see, so this is what you wanted to tell me?” “That you don’t want kids, because it’s fine.” “I mean I haven’t really interacted with kids but I don’t think I'm up for it either.” He joked.
You smile. “Well honestly…oh fuck it i’ll just say it.”
“Say what?” He asked.
You sighed calming yourself before admitting it. “I have a breeding kink.”
…
His eyes widened.“W-what?”
You repeated yourself. “I. have. A. breeding. kink.”
…
“But I thought you said you didn’t want to have children?” He asked.
“I don’t, but I…it’s complicated.” You sighed your face painted with blush.
He spoke up. “Well…even if it’s complicated, maybe you could explain it?”
“Well earlier I had an assignment with Sonetto, we had to go to the SPDM and there I saw a little kid who looked like a mini version of you.”
“And It kinda triggered my breeding kink.” You admitted bashfully.
“And before you say anything I don’t actually want kids, I just like the thought of getting..”bred” for a lack of a better word.” You were avoiding eye contact at this point.
“Bred?” “Why do you have to describe it like that?” He frowns.
You laugh. “Well it’s sorta part of the kink.” “I hope all this doesn't weird you out too much...”
He answered nervously. “No it doesn't I just-you’ve never indicated that you’ve had a breeding kink before that’s all.”
“Yes I have!” “I mean you never noticed how I always beg for you to cum inside me?” You say eagerly.
He was definitely blushing after you said that. “I just thought you really liked being intimate with me!” “I didn’t think it was because you had a secret kink.”
You smiled. “So are you comfortable with trying it out next time?”
You looked at his red face. “He’s so cute.” You thought.
“Uh sure-so next time when we…y’know i’ll…” He stopped talking, too embarrassed to continue.
“Oh c’mon you act like you never came inside me before.” “No reason to get shy now, especially when you watch horror movies which happen to have a lot of sex scenes.” You teased.
"Yes they have sex scenes but they certainly don’t talk about breeding!” he whispered.
“Why are you whispering like it’s the most scandalous thing you’ve ever heard.” “I haven’t even gotten to the more explicit things I want to say.”
“THERE'S MORE?! He said calmly.
You smirked. “Yes there’s more, I promise it’s not too crazy.”
You moved closer to him and played with his hair and whispered in his ear. “When we're doing it, make sure you talk about how much you want to get me pregnant.” “
“Plus maybe you could feel my stomach and talk about how pretty I'd look knocked up.”
“I know it sounds simple but that's what turns me on.” You pull away from him to look at him and notice something, a tent in his pants.
“Wait, did me explaining all that to you really turn you on?” You asked.
May I request 'idiots in love' with Horropedia from R1999
Idiots in love
𝆹𝅥 Romantic headcanons
𝆹𝅥 Horropedia (REVERSE 1999)
There is something cute and inocent in the love you two share, in such carefree manner than non of you have truly understood the true extent of your own feelings. It can be adorable to see you two interact, cling to each other side and being able to talk for hours about everything and anything, to see you walking together throught the halls of Laplace talking, on the way you are always doing plans to hang out and watch some horror movies while just doing other things, in the way you two seem glued out of love while that same love is still unspoken
It is quite adorable, like the bliss and inocence of young love, like the first love, or, well, it would be adorable if it isn't painfully obvious for everyone around you how in love you two are with each other. People who aren't too close to you are quick to dismiss you two as a couple, but those who are close are the ones suffering by the fact that you two are so sickeningly in love and yet so oblivious
But your love gets diferent reactions from your friends, from one side there are some who just cheer for you and laugh fondly at the way you are so cluless of your shared love, people like Tooth Fairy and Madame Z who just cheer for you two quietly, others are more vocal and yet still refused to say anything directly, like how Lilya and Sotheby keeps saying that they wish the best for you two without explaining further
On the other side there is Blonney and Regulus who are always complaining at you two, about how sickening it is to look at you two, how they are tired and honestly doesn't even know if they want you together or not (who knows how much more lovey-dovey you two can get!), most of the time Vertin has to heard them complain and just ask them to let you two be, or even she has to clarify things for Sonetto and Jessica, because apparently they are just as oblivious as you two
But, then again, the more time it passes the more common it becomes to see you two being so oblivious and yet act like a couple already, to see you two just shamelessly walk at the side of the other, clinging into the other and always sharing those mischievous smiles of mutual understanding, it feels like being crashed by the worst joke when anyone sees you act like that and yet still call each other "friend"
At the end it becomes too much to handle and the only reason why non have snapped to say things directly is because you two are their dear friends and they still try to keep some respectful distance between them and whatever it is happening between you two (besides, Blonney has already tried to call you two out and make you both stop acting like friends when you two are already more than that, just to win confused looks since non of you have truly realiced your feeling for the other)
Vertin and Tooth Fairy has been trying to help the rest of your friends to just stay calm and wait, at some point you two will have to realice that what you feel is more than just platonic love, but since it seems that you two are just two idiotically blinded Regulus and Sotheby have already starting to plot a plan to make you two finally realice what it is so obvious for everyone else!
A/N: Pffff-- i can perfectly see Horropedia like this, baby is so cluless, i love my autistic horror fan so much 💚
The smell of long, burnt out candles filled the air, and the room was in a deep chill- not that you and Horropedia minded, anyways. This just meant that the two of you had to huddle for warmth beneath the quilt that rested over the both of you, cuddling up against the cramped armchair that Horropedia had insisted you sit in for your annual Halloween horror movie marathon. How terrible! Your limbs were tangled together in ways thought impossible due to the space, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was like no other, a safe haven, a place that provided you nothing but solace. While you were too busy thinking about the peaceful nature of the situation, how comfortable you felt pressed close to Horropedia in an intimate but non-sexual manner, Horropedia was rambling on and on, something you had grown accustomed to in the time you had known him.
“-and you of all people know that Scream is one of my all time favorites! In the 90’s, slashers had long been written off as something cheesy, corny, and stupid. I beg to differ, when a slasher is really done correctly, it’s just as scary as any Canadian psychological horror could ever be! Anyways, Scream was a total game changer in the mid-to-late 90’s! It brought back slashers in a way that people couldn’t help but eat up- I think it’s a fantastic movie, the fourth-wall commentary made by Randy is some of my favorites ever, he totally reminds me of- me! It’s a damn shame what they did to him in Scream 2. Uncalled for! Hey- hey! Heyyyy? Are you paying attention?”
You shook your head in a “snap out of it” manner, blinking your eyes a few times as you couldn’t help but stare at Horropedia’s face. “You weren’t! You know I don’t like repeating myself!” He feigned an annoyed huff, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry, Joshua~” “You stop that!” “You know I only keep saying it because you keep responding to it.” “Hey, I only respond to it because that’s what everyone else calls me, but I know I can trust you to call me what I’d like…”
That managed to tug at your heart in a way you hadn’t expected for tonight, your lips pursing as you moved to gently brush Horropedia’s hair from his face, your other hand tugging out his ponytail and carding your fingers through his hair. “Hey. You’re always going to be my Horropedia. Nothing will ever change that.” Horropedia had the softest flush on his freckled cheeks, one that was barely visible through the light glow of the tv screen. “Haaa, I am, aren’t I?” His lips quivered into a nervous smile, fighting the soft noises that wanted to leave him as your fingers would gently tug at his hair as they carded through it.
This genuinely was the perfect way to spend Halloween for both of you. Horropedia got to indulge in his interests, and you got to indulge in Horropedia’s presence. Your relationship was very slow in manner, and neither of you truly minded it. Horropedia for all his life had insisted he would never, ever engage in a romantic relationship. “You know what relationships lead to- the couple gets all googly eyes at each other and then they do the deed and then a heinous killer comes out and slashes their throats open with a bowie knife! I’m not a newbie to this!” His rationalization through horror movies was sure to be his romantic downfall, but your patience is just what he needed. Sex was a no-go- for the moment being, at least, (though realistically, it would not come into fruition for a long, long time,) but you certainly didn’t mind that, everything else that Horropedia had to offer was more than enough to satisfy you. He had so many rules about relationships developed through horror movies, but you were willing to follow each and every one if it meant you were lucky enough to be his significant other.
His personality was something entirely unique to him, and you simply found it adorable. Horropedia always grew so excited when discussing his favorite movies- and was disgusted in a hilarious manner when discussing his least favorites. There would never be another person that could encapsulate all of the perfect imperfections about Horropedia, whether it be his social awkwardness, his lack of filter, or his tendency to ramble over others. All of these amalgamated into the love of your life, though, you wouldn’t dare tell him this for years to come, in fear of scaring him off. All of Horropedia’s rules were truly grounded in fear, fear that he wouldn’t be loved in the way that he so desperately needed. You were his rock, and proved time and time again that someone was capable of loving him, of taking their time, of accepting each and every one of his flaws.
The room was silent aside from the droning of Scream on the television, and the tension in the room was palpable as you played with Horropedia’s hair. The both of you simply stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a soft, “I love you.” Horropedia’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, not having heard those three words in a romantic manner towards him in… perhaps his entire life. His mouth would open and close a few times before his brow furrowed, leaving you nervous, but still continuing your ministrations to comfort him. He was silent as he moved to pull your hand from his hair, clasping your fingers in his before squeezing your hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause.
As you held his hand, you could tell Horropedia was trembling, all too scared to utter those three words, though the squeezing of your hand was all you needed to know he felt the same. He loves you too.
can i request a scenario with pavia, horropedia, and diggers saying i love you to them for the first time 👀👉👈
Horropedia, Pavia, Diggers // "I Love You."
Note// Yes, I finished writing this on April Fool's. And no, I don't feel like getting pranked, but I don't mind being booped by moots/ih😇✨️
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"Y/N, come check this out!"
He was just about to talk to you more about the twin dolls he had on his gun at the moment he saw you enter the room. Noting the little details of their design, and even how he managed to make these mechanisms behave in such a complex manner of mischief to make them seem as unpredictable and intimidating to enemies.
He didn't expect you to suddenly say something much more intimate during one of these casual conversations you both usually share.
You were silently admiring the sight of his focused, intelligent eyes, the way his head tilts once in a while to inspect his work, and his incoherent mumbling to himself as if having some occasional internal debates. Until you blurted these words out.
"I love you."
His fingers halted for a bit once he heard you. His eyes stopped being fixed on his firearm to look at you. His features were notably shocked for a moment, yet it wasn't for long that they returned back to grinning once again. It isn't unsure whether it is because he's playing his cards again or not.
Nonetheless, his cheeks are lightly flustered with a soft hue. It could have been more noticeable if the lamp on his desk wasn't the only source of light in the dark room.
"I know." he replies calmly while throwing a sneaky look, "That’s very dangerous of you to say, though."
His observant eyes stare through yours as his face creeps closer to yours to the point your noses nearly touch. The statement indirectly reminds you of the several times he told you about how love stories tend to get disturbed by certain means of phenomenons, tragedies, and terrors caused by ruthless antagonists.
It is not often that lovers would end up happy together at the end of a horror movie. Sometimes, Horropedia would adapt these kinds of survival principles to real-life situations.
Yet even so, his hands find itself resting on yours. A strange sense of comfort sneaks through your skin by contact.
"It's bad for me... but I don't mind testing the waters with how long we can keep this up."
He interwines your fingers with his, as if they're meant to be that way... Just as the way your lips collide with his, the second he moved the last inch towards you.
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"I love you."
You softly said it as you played with your lover's hands. You were talking about a sad day that happened to you with him. In the end, Diggers managed to cheer you up a bit with his words of affirmation.
"I fancy you more, darling."
He wasn't hesitant on replying sweetly, his eyes half-lidded and droopy, but his smile warmth as the sunrise. He rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumbs while gazing at you lovingly, as if his hands were holding the world itself.
Once noticing you finish drinking from your cup, he unspeakably pulls away from your hold to fetch the jug of juice for a refill. Knowing you well, a single cup of juice won't quench your thirst in a sunny day at a van.
...
"... it's quite new to hear that from you."
Diggers realizes that you finally say the magic words for the very first time. The thought of hearing these words from you crosses his mind, noting how he hasn't heard them from somewhere at all until now.
He had this dumbfounded look for a moment until he made a tiny "o" shape on his mouth. Before not wasting a second to turn around and face back at you.
He was wearing that same glance as if he fell in love with you all over again. Seemingly, they rather looked happier than shock.
"Oh, my muse... my love, my sunshine, my moon, and all my stars."
He gushes delightfully in a low whisper, clearly impacted in the most wonderful way he has never thought of himself. He has this urge to embrace you and flutter you with smooches until he can't feel his lips -
Yet having this tiny fear of scaring you away with any sudden advances, he only surrounded you slowly in his arms before he planted a lingering kiss on your forehead. Connecting your foreheads once he closes his eyes and hums with a soft smile.
"You're the loveliest gift god has sent to me..." He whispers as he cradles your head with his hand in an adoring manner.
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You said it without thinking twice. Seeing him eat gelato with a spoon while still holding your hand with his unoccupied one was something special.
You slowly learn that he never had the plans to pull away at all. Not even whenever you take the initiative to hold hands, embrace one another, and start sneaking these whispers of affection in dark alleyways.
So after finishing the cold dessert, he walks you through the dark streets wanderlessly before turning to a corner. You pull him by the arm close to you so you can lean on him, but this gesture made Pavia pull you back and swing you towards the wall- pinning you against it.
"Now what, bella? Do you really want to stick around here?"
He sounds a bit annoyed by the tone on his question, yet the way he gently brushes his jewelry from his knuckles on your cheek says otherwise.
"Aren't you quite a crazy one?"
"Mm.." You hum as you lean on his touch, "I get that a lot."
"What are you trying to say to me now then, mm..?"
"...I love you."
You now sounded quiet but clear enough to the other. Your lips were close enough to his ear that he could feel you breathing softly against him.
"...?"
The mercenary finds himself dropping his hands from the sides of your head to wrap his deadly arms around you. They rest firmly on your hip and lower back while his back is now leaning on the brick wall once he swing your back around.
"..."
Pavia acts like it was nothing serious at first when he heard you, his eyes unreadable through his shades as he scrutinizes your face like a predator does to a prey for a few silent seconds. However, the tone of his voice remains inexpicable and probably a malicious mischief.
"Oh, you're dancing with fire, little daredevil..."
That's when he grabs you by the collar before smashing your lips with his, swiftly bringing you deeper into the alleyway...
"Two can play this game~"
.
.
.
Several days later, you find yourself being led by him to your house that is now piled up with a lot of boxes that are filled with gifts. Most of them bring a variety of different jewelries.
"I got them as souvenirs, but it turns out none of them are my style... Keep them. whether you like it or not, I'm looking forward to seeing you trying one of them~"
Obviously hinting that these gifts were bought for you;;
Names they call you: Horropedia and medicine pocket
Horropedia
He wouldn’t call you much other than your name but the names he would use would be more on the old fashioned side.
“ Good morning my dear” you woke up to the sound of a roaring chain saw and it’s up coming victim tripping over herself and screaming so loud there’s no way the killer could lose her.
You groan out “mornin’….”
“Ah do stop your groaning for me here” he had two cups in his hand puts one out to you. you reach out and take it it
“M’thanks”
Medicine pocket
Dumbass (affectionate) sweetheart (derogatory). They usually only call you traditional pet names when teasing you, but will call you insults with full loving sincerity often she doesn’t even see the contradiction. That being said you do like it though.
“You’re so mean!”
“And?”
“We were making out and you called came a Moron mid way”
“You didn’t ask to stop”
“I-” you paused for a moment then grumbled in submission.
Their face turned coy “oh I’m sorry baby would you like me to be a bit softer” okay this was way more humiliating. You turn away from him . “Come on sweetheart won’t you look at me” dear god
“Fine go back to the insults this is so much worse”
“You like it” and the worse thing is is that they were kind of right
Tw: SFW, written with a fem reader in mind, a smol amount of angst followed by much fluff.
Pairing: Horropedia (Joshua) x reader.
May this year witness the freedom of Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸
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Work in the Foundation was usually fine, the fact you were a Supervising Field Agent usually meant you got assigned, well, interesting field work. But sometimes the higher ups would demand evidence to backup your mission report "Claims", be it for a trial, or an open investigation, and you would need to spend all nighters sifting through both your and your subordinates' files, as well as archived news articles, archived books, archived tapes, or really anything that could be of use.
To say all that left you mentally exhausted would be an understatement.
More than anything, it makes you yearn to finish up work quickly and go home for a hot bath and indulge in your guilty pleasure: Romance Stories.
You're pretty sure anyone of your colleagues hearing about that hobby would be more likely to think they're being pranked than actually believe it.
You, who worked hard and rose quickly within the ranks of the foundation, despite your young age.
You, who thanks to your constant networking and relentless hard work, was the youngest to be awarded with the title of Field Supervisor, bar Vertin of course as she's the Timekeeper.
Exactly why, when asked, you would usually give the far more acceptable "Tennis" as an answer. Really at this point only very few people have any clue about your obsession, and only because they were your classmates back in your more innocent and naive school days. People like this fool who came unannounced, sitting uninvited on your office couch, thoroughly distracting you from your urgent task.
"And then, we're thinking the main character would be revealed to have actually been the real villain all along! Like the serial killer will still remain a separate person, but the way Blonney's thinking of doing it is making Jessica turn out to be even more terrifying!! We'll drop hints throughout the film and-"
And so he goes, on and on. He even stands up and starts pacing as he bothers you further.
You want to groan. This annoying, silly, helpless, cute, sweet, adorkable fool.
"Aren't you supposed to be grounded?" You say deadpan, "What are you even doing here?"
Horropedia stops and turns, facing you properly, "So you can talk!" He practically cries out with mock shock, his face a mask of "disbelief". "Here I thought you'd gone mute, turns out you were just ignoring me." He says as he walks over and plops down on a chair facing your desk.
You roll your eyes refusing to play along. "Some of us have work to get done, Joshua. We're not children anymore, it's high time you start acting like an adult and quit those silly, childish stories."
"Oh?" He says smugly, but you can tell you've definitely hit a nerve by calling him Joshua instead of his preferred nickname. He then proceeds to take a long look around your office, craning his neck this way and that.
You're not sure what he's planning but it can't be anything good.
"Bingo." He says just under his breath as he stands back up and heads for the cupboard you use as a make shift file cabinet. You tense slightly but remind yourself to keep a cool and aloof facade.
He places one hand against a compartment's door and asks: "So then, there isn't a hidden stash of silly, childish romance novels right in here?" He asks, tapping a finger against it.
Go big or go home. "Please, I outgrew that nonsensical hobby ages ago, do you honestly think I have the time to-"
Horropedia then grabs the door handle without permission and proceeds to yank it open-
Or he would have if the door wasn't locked shut. It doesn't even budge.
You smile smugly. "Did no one teach you going through people's belongings is bad manners?"
"Coming from the person who used to steal from my candy stash? I don't wanna hear it." He says dismissively, now focused on intently staring down your cupboard's lock.
You blush, because he's bringing back embarrassing childhood memories of your's, definitely not because he looks really hot when he stops being a lovable goof, or because of the way the light hits his side profile just right and he looks so serious in a rare picturesque way-
You snap yourself out of your reverie just as he brings something out of his utility belt, you blanch when you realize what it is.
"Seriously? Lockpicks? Who goes around carrying those?! Wait- is that how you got out of confinement?!"
Horropedia ignores you and gets immediately to work.
You spring up and rush towards him, only to arrive a second too late as he opens the cupboard with a dramatic flourish, revealing far too many books with cutesy artworks for covers, some with even more tantalizing titles. In fact, their were so many that they proceeded to slide down and out of the compartment, forming a sizeable pile on the floor.
Your stash now exposed, you do the next best thing and head straight for the open office door instead to shut it. This however is far from ideal.
You turn around slowly and as expected, the dork is giving you and adora- Infuriating smirk.
"How. How did you know they were in there-"
"Relax Short-Stuff, I just know you too well." He says, almost preening with pride at his "accomplishment".
You frown, "Don't call me that."
"Don't call me Joshua." He fires back.
You don't reply, and instead take a silent step towards him, then another.
Alarm starts bleeding into his expression, as he himself takes a step back while throwing a glance at the closed door behind you, no doubt gauging the distance in case you decide to attack.
Instead you ignore him and bend down to start gathering your precious but embarrassing treasures.
"What was that about knowing me so well?" You say offhandedly.
"Well- you used to tackle people who pissed you off so- I mean- Forget it."
Now with you both feeling defeated, he bends down to help you gather the books and says: "When do you even find time to read all of these? Everytime I see you you're either writing a report, heading to a mission or coming back from one."
"The car rides are usually pretty quiet, I can read them in peace as long as I hide the covers." You say without looking up.
After a moment of Horropedia not saying anything back or moving to help you, you look up.
"What?" You snap. You know that look, he's judging you. "If you have something to say say it."
"No, no, it's not like that I just... Do you ever get any rest? I'm pretty sure you even work weekends, and I heard you do volunteer work too. This isn't healthy is all I'm thinking."
You blink. Well yes, he does have a compassionate and sweet side too, it's usually hidden by his general tomfoolery though so you tend to forget about it. You also didn't expect him to be keeping an ear out for news about you, it's not like the two of you chat all that often either. You're caught sufficiently off guard that you now have your mouth hanging slightly open with no sounds coming out.
"Earth to (Y/N), you there?" He snaps his fingers a couple of times, and when you're still silent he sighs and continues gathering your babies- your books, and springs back up to stuff them in your cupboard, then dusts his hands off.
You're looking up at his standing form and damn, he actually looks really good from this angle, really accentuates his already impressive height-
This time he forgoes trying to talk to you and just grabs your from the waist and lifts you back to your feet, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder for good measure before letting you go.
Then he seems to think something over and places a hand on your forehead.
"You're not running a fever, but your zoning out is really out of character for ya. Good thing it's 6 already, you can clock out now." He says with a gentle smile.
The smile isn't exactly rare for him, but it also isn't something he usually gives you.
Ever since you set your sights on climbing the corporate ladder... You have been pushing everyone away, even those most precious to you. You've been taking on more and more, piling the tasks and duties up to the point where, sometimes, you just want to do something crazy and impulsive, to get the load off your shoulders even for a short while.
He's still gazing at you, but his smile is wavering. He's still waiting for an answer though.
You consider what would happen if you say yes to clocking out now, if you even gather some additional courage and ask him to hang out? As friends of course! For old times sake! But then again, if you're already that far, what if you ask him out for real? Maybe just for today, you can ignore the far too many responsibilities piled high on top of you and just-
You shake your head. "No sorry, I'm actually spending the night here, I have a lot of work to get done. I know you want to leave though, so you go on ahead, don't worry I won't rat you out so no one should come to drag you back to the school." You say with a chuckle, and wait for him to get going.
But he doesn't move. You can't read his expression, and the way the light hits his glasses isn't helping. Finally what he says is: "I guess you haven't changed that much after all."
Saying you're bewildered would be an understatement. "Huh?"
He loudly sighs, throwing his head back for added effect as he massages the bridge of his nose.
When he's looking back at you his glasses are now sitting crookedly on the space and you have to hold back the urge to reach up and fix them.
Two hands are now on your shoulders, as if to stop you from escaping the truth. "Listen." He says very seriously, all traces of his usually cheery voice gone. "I'm going to say this as plainly as possible. You're working yourself to the bone. I get it, you have some bigger picture in mind, some larger goal that I probably can't see and you're throwing everything trying to reach it but consider this. Maybe it's just not worth it. Not if you'll die long before you get to it within whatever crazy time limit you've set for yourself. Come on (Y/N), you're a field agent for God's sake, how lame would it be if you bite the dust from overworking on reports?!"
He's panting slightly, that speech was clearly coming from the heart and you really appreciate it, you really do, but ever since he first came in today you've had a nagging suspicion you've been trying to stamp down, but it was time to address the elephant in the room.
"Joshua. Why do you care so much? Because honestly the way you're talking right now..." You take a deep breath, "The way you sought me out today, the way you say all of this... I don't want to sound arrogant, but am I correct to assume that- that-"
You can't do this, if you're wrong what's left of your already dwindling friendship with him might be the price.
You back away from him. "I'm sorry never mind, forget I said anything, I'll keep your advice in mind so please just-" just go! I don't want you here when I cry!
But he must see something on your face because he's pulling you in for a hug. It feels so familiar so right that you can't help but melt into it. The exhaustion finally seems to catch up to you and you can't imagine having to trek the walk back to the dorms, much less get any more work done tonight.
You almost miss it, but you just barely make out the words "Yes, you are correct."
And that wakes you right back up.
You push back and straighten up, and he's immediately startling with you. "W-what?" He asks, looking absolutely adorable. This time, you do reach over and right his glasses.
"What did you just say? You whispered something just now, did I hear it right?" You stare at him intently, your gaze unwavering and determined.
He looks to the side, "Don't look at me like thaaaat." He quite literally whines.
"Like what?" You ask, finding yourself genuinely curious as to what he sees in your expression.
He looks back, "Like I'm one of your high priority missions. Don't give me hope if you don't mean it (Y/N)."
You're tired from a long, mentally exhausting day. Your brain to mouth filter is gone, but then again it usually is around Horropedia. You are not thinking straight but you kinda never are around this man.
You grab his necktie and snatch it down, dragging him with it. Your lips are on his in a second, he's reciprocating (thank goodness) the kiss in the next.
When the two of you break it off for air he has the widest grin he has ever given you. No not ever, but in a long time. The intense nostalgia is the last addition to the melange of feelings churning inside of you and the tears finally fall freely.
Predictably, Horropedia panics.
"I'M SO SORRY?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT I'M SORRY?!?! WAS IT THE KISS? IT WAS THE KISS WASN'T IT-"
You quickly cover his mouth before he broadcasts any more private information to the whole office floor.
"Shhhh! Calm down! I just... I just needed a good cry I guess..." You end meekly, wiping your tears away.
Horropedia stares at you wide eyed. In another situation this would be the perfect teasing material, (Y/N) actually knows how to cry?! Or something along those lines, but evidently even he has better sense than to do that, so he instead silently hugs you again, and doesn't tighten his hold until you hug him back.
You could stay in his arms forever, which sounds cliche but isn't that amazing? That you could get to think of something so silly and cliche instead of the probability of success of your next mission strategy? You take a small step back without letting go, just to look at the wall clock and debate what to do next. You can tell Horropedia is eagerly waiting for your decision with bated breath. Finally you pull yourself out of the hug.
Only to grab your purse and keys, then quickly come back to his side.
"Alright. You win, what's the plan now?" You ask, twisting a scarf high around your neck to hide your excitement.
He frowns slightly, and hesitantly asks. "Do you still suffer from insomnia?"
Of course he remembers. "It's better now but yes." Is your answer.
"Then we go on the most anti-insomnia date to help you sleep!" He announces, opening the door for you.
You chuckle and head out, waiting for him to follow so you can lock your office.
"And where are we going?" You fiddle with your keys, slipping one in the lock.
"To your dorm room?" He asks more then answers.
You freeze. "Moving a little fast there don't you think?" You turn to face him.
He flushes bright red. "Noooo!! I knew you would misunderstand!!! I meant because your bed is there and you could go straight to sleep once you feel like it!!!"
You giggle. "Oh I know, just teasing." You say wiggling your eyebrows.
He gasps "You! I! Why you! Hmph!" He turns and walks on ahead, but there's a spring in his step and he's headed towards your dorm, so you know he's not actually mad. You jog to catch up to him.
"Geez Joshua, not all of us have long legs wait up!"
And he does slow down, but he also throws you a question. "Why do you keep calling me Joshua? At first I thought it was to annoy me, but that can't be right. So what's your reason?"
You consider this carefully. After everything that just happened, admitting this truth hardly feels like such a hard challenge. You talk as you walk.
"More than one reason I guess... For starters it's what I've always known you as... Despite what I said before, you actually have changed in a lot of ways, heck you used to be shorter than me." You laugh a bit, "The name feels like all I have left from back then." You say with a sigh.
He keeps silent, probably guessing there's more, so you continue, "Also... Well, this is a bit embarrassing but everyone calls you Horropedia... I guess I kinda felt special by being the only one calling you Joshua. It's silly I know."
Horropedia stops walking and grabs your hand, halting you too. He's silent for a moment before he croaks out, voice clearly emotional "You can call me whatever you want." Then he goes back to walking while still holding onto your hand, pulling you along. And that's that.
He walks you all the way to your dorm room then stops.
"You're not coming in? You didn't change your mind already did you?" You ask half jokingly but also kinda worried.
"Nope! I'll go bring my tv and some supplies, I'll be back in an hour or so, that way you'll have time to freshen up and maybe relax for a bit?" He says with a small smile, and ruffles your hair lightly.
You blink, then processing the first part of his sentence you ask: "Why are you bringing your TV? I have a TV."
"You do?" He sounds surprised.
"Of course, how else would I be able to play my romance film tapes?"
His mouth forms an "o" shape. "That actually makes sense, I don't know why I didn't think of that. Well there's still other stuff to be brought but this definitely helps save time, alright see you soon." He gives you a quick hug before parting ways.
Now home, you proceed to tidy up the dorm room and hop in the shower, then get dressed in a comfortable but cute outfit and style your hair into something more relaxed and comfy.
You head to your wardrobe and start opening the large bottom drawers you use to store blankets and pillows, and start constructing a pillow fort on the rug, facing the television.
It's not long until you hear a knock at your door, and with less restraint then you would usually allow, you rush towards it and swing it wide open to reveal a-
A pile of shopping bags and a plushie?
"A lil help here? Actually can you let me in?" You hear Horropedia's voice as he tries to right one of the bags sliding down with his knee.
"Ohhhh!" You intone, mesmerized, "A talking pile of bags and a plushie!"
"Haha, very funny." Horropedia's head pops up and despite his words he's definitely amused.
You quickly begin grabbing the bags closest to you and realize they're pretty much all filled with snacks and fizzy drinks... All of which you know for sure are nothing like those issued by the foundation.
"Where did you even get these?" You ask, as the both of you drag the bags inside. From the corner of your eyes you notice him taking extra care not to drop the relatively large plushie.
"Oh you know, I have my ways~" He replies, going for a mysterious tone.
Do his "ways" include Vertin's suitcase? Probably. But you don't say anything, let him have his moment.
When everything is set up nicely around your pillow fort, you turn to ask him what you're watching when you find him on one knee, dramatically presenting you with the stuffed toy.
"Will you do me the great honor, of accepting my humble offering?" He asks solemnly.
You burst out laughing "Wha- what are you doing..?" You wheeze.
You bend down to grab the plushie and admire it, it's a nice medium size, aka the perfect hugging size.
"I thought you might need a little friend to keep you company as we watch-" He takes out a film tape with a flourish "This movie!"
You blanch. "Is this one of your horror films? Are you serious? I thought we were trying to put me to sleep not keep me up all night." You say with an exasperated shake of your head.
"No no listen, you're used to romance movies, they're no good to help you sleep anymore or they would've worked by now right? Maybe what you need is something to wring out all the nervous energy from you so you can relax!"
Somehow that both makes some sense and no sense at once. But then you have a realization.
You pretend to think it over. "I don't know, even if what you say could hypothetically work, and while your gift is cute, I just don't feel like it's huggable enough, you know?"
His face falls slightly. "Oh? You don't like it do you? I knew I should've brought a bigger one-"
"No, what I'm saying is, it's not the same as cuddling with a warm human being."
You wait for the mostly genius yet sometimes dumb dumb young man in front of you to connect the dots. You can tell he did when his face is the shade of a ripe strawberry.
"OH! Ohhhh!! Oh. Yeah, yeah we can definitely uh- cuddle. As much as you want. Of course."
You laugh "Dude we were just hugging and kissing in my office! Why are you getting all shy on me now?" You tug him along by the arm to set up the film.
"I knoooow," he whines, "it's just this is a step further ok? And that was an I'm-really-worried-about-her hug, and the kiss was a very emotional moment my brain just wasn't braining!"
"Whatever you say." You reply as you poke his right cheek. "You're cute though so it's fine." You giggle.
You wait for him to berate you about calling him, the horror genre enthusiast and connoisseur "cute", but all he does is stare at you with a dopey smile, just making you melt.
"Are you sure we can't just watch a romance movie?" You ask softly.
"Nah, we're being our own romance movie right now." He says as he grabs your hand and hoists you up with him, leading you back to the pillow fort. "You'll pick the movie next time."
The screen turns on, displaying the title of the horror movie you settled on. “It’s a classic!” Horropedia says, clearly excited to share the movie with you.
As you both sink into the pillows, the opening title sequence of the film begins playing.
As the horror style music plays, you notice Horropedia lean in his body closer to yours, careful to not make it seem like he was trying to get nearer.
"You can come closer I don't bite," you say jokingly, "and if I was uncomfortable with having you here I wouldn't have mentioned cuddling in the first place."
Horropedia's face turns fully red as he realizes he was not being subtle.
"Yeah... sorry."
His body shifts, and he slides one arm around your shoulders. He then speaks, barely above a whisper, "Can I get a hug now...?"
"I didn't know you were the clingy type Joshua," you start to tease, "and before even the first jumpscare hap-" but you immediately get interrupted by a joke jumpscare, a character that is not the antagonist innocently scaring their friends as a prank, yet embarrassingly managing to startle you "Eeep-" your hands instinctively grab onto the nearest object, which of course has to be his torso.
Oh dear lord. You sigh internally.
You look up at his face, finding he at least has the decency to try and stifle his laughter, though he wasn't succeeding much. But his droopy eyes were crinkling at the sides, and his smile was just too beautiful so you couldn't get mad.
Horropedia chuckles at your expression, probably finding the irony amusing, and the fact it was a fake jumpscare that did you in.
He then quickly pulls you closer to give you that hug you were just teasing him about not a moment ago.
You feel your head lean against his shoulder as he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as you both settle further into your cozy pillow fort setup.
"This doesn't count you hear? I wasn't scared or anything, I'm just a bit jumpy." You say, trying to preserve your dignity. The last thing you need is the no.1 horror enthusiast to misunderstand and think you're a scaredy cat, you would never hear the end of the teasing.
You could feel his chest vibrating with laughter underneath you, and he reaches up with the opposite hand and ruffles your hair.
"Uh-huh." Is all he says.
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By the time the movie ends, you're already sound asleep. Horropedia carefully untangles your limbs and carries you off to bed. The day did not go as he'd expected, he'd go as far to say it went more like his fantasies then actual reality.
He tucks you in carefully, being mindful to jostle you as little as possible. He's fairly certain if you go on a second date (you probably will right? This date went great right?!?!) you won't settle for anything other than one of your romance movies.
Not that he minds, really. After today he doesn't think he'll be looking at the characters on the screen with jealousy or disgruntlement. He also thinks he'll enjoy whatever you pick.
He glances at your alarm clock. Oh it was late. He'd better get moving, while he has more freedom under Vertin's supervision now he still shouldn't push his luck. He decides he'll tell you tomorrow about his new, more flexible work arrangement.
He heads for the dorm room entrance, opening and closing the door softly behind him. His last thought before leaving is he'll have to ask what you thought of his movie pick tomorrow.
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