#waterboy dispatch x reader

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HEADCANON'S INSPIRED BY THIS FANTASTIC FANART THAT LEROYAMOR CAPTIONED FIRST DATE

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I also can't believe this wet loser got me out of my hiatus like that

Waterboy x Gender Neutral!Reader

Waterboy who you were always kind to, you'd greet him every morning, sit by him during lunch when you could, help him with his stutter (he really appreciated how you took your time with him during his little 'lessons')

Waterboy who for the past few months has been trying to work up the courage to ask you out, Prism and Flambae catch him in the closet one day and after some heavy teasing they give him some helpful tips and pointers, more Prism than Flambae of course

Waterboy who talks to Robert for one more quick confidence boost before he makes his way to your desk

Waterboy who forgets all his training and advice and stutters for what feels forever for him

You who catches from the scattered words what he was trying to say, giving him a gentle smile before telling him you'd love to go on a date with him

Waterboy who's brain is quick to react with happiness before he can even process it fully and tries to give you a date and time before running away to go tell Robert, he slips in his own puddles in his hurry

Waterboy whose Grandma helps him pick out his outfit and mentions getting a bouquet of flowers

Waterboy who surprisingly is able to somewhat tie his tie, it's not the best out there but it's a major improvement

Waterboy who is excited? Nervous? Scared? He doesn't know and he's very tempted to pull out last minute but also doesn't want to disappoint you so he toughens up and makes his way to your place

Waterboy who stands by your door for 14 minutes trying to knock but is absolutely terrified that he won't get his words out right when you do open the door (he's actually also 27 minutes early so he has some time to spare,,,for now)

Waterboy who is sweating the biggest puddle on your doorstep, his clothes getting wetter by each second

Waterboy who doesn't know his shirt is slightly untucked due to the constant stretch and drop of his arm

Waterboy who sees his time is running out and doesn't want to be seen as late so he ends up knocking with 49 seconds to spare

Waterboy who when the door opens to reveal you feels lightheaded and is trying to find the words to say hi, to compliment you, to tell you how excited and happy he is to be going on this date with you but all he gets out is a shove of the soaked rose towards you before pulling them back a little bit thinking he was too aggressive with it (he wasn't, he's overthinking everything)

You who let's out a chuckle before thanking him for the flowers excited yourself to go on this date with him

[carbon-dating-everything]

you and mii l waterboy x reader

pairing: waterboy x gender neutral reader

summary: you play tomodachi life and are a little frustrated you and your boyfriend's miis aren't together yet.

content / warnings: fluff, the game tomodachi life: living the dream, established relationship, the cute pet name of 'hermie wormie'

word count: 595

a/n: this one is pretty short, but i wanted to write it as a sort of tribute to both my own tomodachi life addiction and to my yumeship stuff lol. hope you enjoy! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

Like so many others in need of a new fixation to ruin your life over, you have found yourself obsessively playing Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream. To say you are obsessed would actually be putting it rather mildly; you've spent the past few days with your eyes glued to the screen as the Miis you've created run around your island, interacting and saying all the funny lingo that you've inputted. It’s all you can think about. You’ve started to hum the main theme in your sleep, such a toll has it taken on your brain. This would be concerning were it not for the fact you don't care.

‘Herm, look, it’s you!’

From beside you, Herm yawns, stretches, and sits from where he’s draped over the couch, long legs swinging over its arm before he's upright next to you. ‘Wha — me?’

‘Yeah! See?’ You turn the screen so he can get a better look. He gazes sleepily down at a tiny, cartoonish copy of himself slouching over as he walks, down to the goggles and little hand-drawn beads of water on his temple. You’ve even replicated his suit.

‘I, for me, think this is very you,' you say proudly. 'Very cute.'

‘Wow, y-yeah,’ he chuckles, leaning into your side and making a soft appreciative noise when you reciprocate. ‘O-on — it's accurate. For sure.’

'Glad you think so.' You beam, and then gasp. 'Oh, wait, there I am!'

Herm watches as the Mii version of yourself (who is also very cute, you'd say) comes into the frame, waving joyously to his Mii, who gives a shy wave back; the tell-tale pink lines that represent blushes are slashed across your faces as you smile at each other. Your relationship status changes to a mutual “Ready to risk it all", and then you just sit there, because your Mii versions are cowards, apparently.

You groan. ‘I’ve been trying to get us to fall in love for ages now, but there's been no confessions or anything. It’s maddening.’

‘Aren’t we good — uh, great friends? Best friends, a-already, here?’ Herm asks you.

'Yeah, of course!' You pout. ‘But there’s so much that we can do in a relationship. There’s all these cute cutscenes of interactions, and there's dreams and we can even move in together — don’t get me started on how long that’s taking — and I’m just missing outttt.’

'Maybe there’s — maybe it’s good, i-in a way.'

Your eyebrows raise. ‘What, you don’t want us to be sweethearts? Or get married?’

Herm flushes red to the tips of his ears. ’N-no! No, not — I mean — no.’ He ducks his head and mumbles something you can’t quite make out.

You make a soft tsk. ‘Can’t hear you, Hermie wormie.’

‘…I kinda like that it’s — I’m only — there’s o-only the real versions of us together. That we’re together. Only in real life,’ he admits sheepishly. ‘I-in a way. You know.’

Your heart melts. ‘You can’t just say things like that.’

’S-sorry?'

’No, don’t apologize, that was so romantic.’ You tilt your head to meet his and give him a kiss, soft and sweet. ‘I mean, it’s true. I have my real sweetheart right here. What am I complaining about?’

He hums happily, further nestling into you; the light of the screen illuminates the planes of his face, catching on his chestnut-colored hair, the soft blue-grey of his eyes, the water droplets that slide down his cheeks. Onscreen, the Mii versions of yourselves are now blowing bubbles at each other, iridescent in the warm glow of the digital setting sun.

a/n: i feel a bit more like myself ٩(˶´༥`˶)و

[mamab4writes]

hi there!! i hope its not too much trouble, but could you possibly write like-- the dispatch goobers with a sleepy, cozy, and more relaxed/easygoing s/o?? i think all of those poor bastards could use a nap and. a chill pill. probably. some kinda huge softie who has plushies and blankets all over their room or whatever. gn would be nice, except for flambae!! give that guy a sleepy boyfriend.

if your requests are closer, please disregard this!! i love how you write everyone (especially how you respect that flambae likes men) and would love to see more of them!! also super happy you write for phenomaman, coupe, and royd. theyre some of my faves but they often get overlooked by the fandom :<

thanks for all your hard work.

~ 💤

YES OFC THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEET!!

Dispatch goobs x sleepy, relaxed, and cozy gn!reader 💞💤

WE LOVE BEEF!!!

I went a bit further this time and added Blonde Blazer, Galen, and Chase (young in mind, but if you'd like him old then I suppose you can interpret that too. Im not judging. Maybe you have a granny/grandpa oc..pop off sis)

Sonar 🦇 (Victor Batboner)

Yes that's his full name

Anyways, he would LOVE THIS

You cannot tell me this man doesn't do the little cat smile (:3) and snuggle up in the blankets and plushies like a a cute kitty

He would really appreciate someone whos very laid back because he needs someone with the patience to put up with him

Depending on his mood, he has two places he likes to go after work. Either out to party with Mal, OR he goes to your place to unwind. He's more likely to end up clinging to you with a sad puppy expression if he jad a bad day

"🦇 My crypto stocks are down..."

Really though, getting to nap on his s/o's chest?? "🦇 Heck... Yes❤️"

Wrap him up in a blanket and feed him a banana like in that one bat gif

Sonar is most likely the type to yap away to his partner while they fall asleep. So, everytime you two fall asleep together- you're most likely to be hearing something about "epic memes", drugs, or crypto.

Your place would be the best place to go when he gets drunk and will have a hang over in the morning. He'll immediately crash when he hits your soft mattress, but it'll be a long morning trying to get him out of your arms and bed

The pillow forts go crazy with him..

"🦇 This is ELITE architecture! Minecraft in real life!"

Flambaé (Chad Youslayzai)

Wdym that's not his last name? Idk what you're talking about.

Flambaé would make fun of his bf, but he'd still find it endearing. "🔥 Eh, he's already asleep again. Fuck, its like he has narcolepsy or something..."

I see him playing with the plushies though for sure. It's probably just a normal thing to him now since he plays with his niece, so while you two cuddle- he'll mindlessly play with one of your stuffed animals while he talks 💞

"🔥 So can I name this one Bae junior?"

This is so perfect bc in my last list I said he would like a man who's super laid back and relaxed

He really needs a man who's laid back because when he comes home after work- he really just needs someone to sit and listen to him rant about work.

Speaking of his niece- I see him taking her over with him when he's watching her for his sister. With your permission ofc, she loves to be in your room sm. You three can play with some stuffed animals together or just relax!

Gurl I just know he's the best boyfriend to have during winter and you need a warm cuddle.

Sometimes you fall asleep on top of him, and while it's not ideal to move you so he can get up- he unfortunately does have to gently pat you awake. "🔥 hey cmon walking dead- get up."

Relaxing on the couch together and listening to him shit talk the television program. Laying on his chest while he talks about how the show is cheating and rupaul's a bitch (Love you mama ru💞🤞)

First time you two met- he probably said "🔥 you have narcolepsy or something?" Because you looked so sleepy

Invisigal (Courtney visadhd)

50/50 with this diva

Sometimes she'll complain- "🍩 Cmooonnn.. Get upppp...!" Or other times she's more than willing to crash down with you and take a nap

"🍩 Hey lazy ass, mind if I crash with you?" Mind you- she likely snuck into your apartment and scared you half to death by suddenly appearing by your bed

Funny she says lazy though because just TRY to get this woman out of bed with you. She'll pull the "5 more minutes" card over and over

We saw this with robert sort of- but if she had a super calm and laid back partner- she would say very outrageous things to get a reaction

Since you really love plushies- I see her going invisible on like.. Amusement park dates so she can steal a giant stuffed animal real quick and give it to you. That is if she can't win the game though

We've seen she has a habit of running away from things and pouting, so after work she may just lay with you and not talk. Kind of just letting things simmer.

She appreciates that you won't force her to talk though. You're laid back enough to just be like "if you say so." and let her come around on her own terms.

She says "🍩nice O face." when you yawn or if you sleep with your mouth open 💔

She has ADHD (me too girl💔) and so she has a bit of trouble keeping still for too long unless shes being entertained by something. So, she's going to try to get you up a lot so she can do something. Win win for her- she gets dopamine and she gets to spend time with you. It's not so much a win for you though if you were just wanting to lay around and take a nap.

She does love that you're relaxed though because theres more of a chance that you'll just let her talk her mind without giving her a hard time. "🍩 Sucks. You think that guy sicked dick?" "... Maybe, sure idk."

Malévola (Malévola gibby gibby gibby a man after midnight)

YES.. PLEASE ❤️

Ive covered her having a s/o that pampers her after work in an old hc list and this is about the same route of her absolutely loving to unwind

She thinks your plushies are so cute like omg. "👠oh my gwooosshhhhh.. It's so cute..!"

Once she has you in her arms- you are NOT getting up. Maybe if you need to pee really bad, but she'll say "👠 Why didn't you go earlier babes?"

Out in public if you're sort of nodding off- she'll anyday rest her head on top of yours until you two need to do something else.

She is so warm too like.. She's the furnace you need, but for girls too!

She's also so the type to caress her s/o's cheek with her index and pointer while they sleep. Not in a creepy way, but if she cant sleep- then she may just look at you while you sleep.

Sometimes between breaks- she'll make a portal to your bedroom and lay down for a few. Perfect if you work from home, but she'd do this even if you work at SDN too. Like.. Your room is just so cozy, so don't blame her!

Using her tail to tilt your chin back up when you're nodding off EHSHHA

"👠 Hey babes, you mind staying up for a bit longer?"

Or using her tail to wrap you up and pull you into her side 💞

You're the perfect chill partner for her tbh. Maybe theres not a lot of chatting when you're tired, but thats completely fine with her. She seems like she'd get bad migraines after work anyways 💔

Prism (Alice- that- bitch)

She is ALWAYS getting you the cutest plushies ever

I don't see her as the type of woman to want to sit in one place for a long time like you do, BUT she does love a good relaxing session. It might not be a long one, but she does need some r&r here and there like any other person.

Im sorry but she is ALWAYS taking pictures of your sleeping face and giggling to herself. Even the super ugly ones 😞

Your room is super cute in general to take selfies in and post to the gram

She lightly makes fun of you for being sleepy all the time, but its in a light hearted manner.

"🎤Gurl did you not get your eight hours..?"

"🎤 Someone get this diva a caffine pill..."

Prism has a ringtone of her own songs so.. I guess you're waking up to HOES DEPRESSED😍 honestly hell yes girl

Sometimes she'll personally wake you up by singing into a mic. You'll wake up and she's standing at your bed with her light mirages performing a random ass song and says "Wake your ass up!" When you start to stir awake

I personally don't see her as the biggest cuddler, but its okay! You two have fun on your room having sleep overs (you're always the first to pass out💔)

Speaking of which.. She would so draw on your face with makeup while you sleep.

However, if she had a REALLY tiring day at work.. Then sure, she'll crash on your bed, but she insists on taking care of herself first like.. Taking her makeup off, taking her wig off and putting on a bonnet

In which you absolutely keep a spare bonnet in your room for her!

She needs someone like you who will just shut up and let her rant about the bitches she hates. "🎤 See?! This is why I like you! You just shut up and listen- the bitches at work?? Mmnm.. They could never."

Punch up (Colm septiceye)

PLEASE IT WOULD BE SO CUTE TO WRAP HIM UP IN A BLANKET BURRITO... 💔

"🍺 hah? Awhh, you alright, angel?" When you're starting to doze off in public with him. RAHGRG

Why do I see him being a bit shy around someone super relaxed

Like he might not know what to say, so he's nervously taking glances at you and twiddling his thumbs

I NEED TO CHEW ON HIM

He looks like he can make some marvelous coffee. He'll make you some if you're still sleepy on an important day!

He's short, but he can still carry you (hopefully) if you take a nap like.. Lets say in the living room. Just hopefully you're not a light sleeper

HE LOVES TO CUDDLE!! I REPEAT- HE LOVES TO CUDDLE!!! He looks like he would love to sleep on someone's chest

He likes to surprise you often by making your bed if you forgot to or were in a rush and making everything super cozy the way you like.

If you're into massages, he'll totally give you one while you relax

He looks like personally- he's passed out in many bars and many unconventional places. So, just take him home with you so that way he can rest with his favorite sleepy head💔

He might get a bit lost in the blanket.. Like.. You know when your dog is sleeping under the blanket and you when you crawl into bed, you accidentally step on them and they get panicked and yelp? Need I say more?

If you're sleepy, but cant sleep... Gurl he'll make you a really good drink. If you don't like alcohol, then he'll figure something else out for sure

Golem (Bruno yung mars)

He cant really.. Fit into a bed your size, but he would absolutely like to take naps with you if you don't mind the clay ofc

Another one who finds stuffed animals and blankets adorable. Ik he gets things dirty on accident BUT.. I have this headcanon that he owns like a little teddy bear that he likes to hold and smile at. So, bring your favorite stuffed animal and he'll bring his!

He loves that you're so laid back because honestly so is he! You two have the most chilled conversations while sitting down together

He loves animals so.. I wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of animals come up to you two when napping. Golem disney princess 🩷💞👑

Laying down next to him and sharing earphones AUEGHD its a great way for you two to unwind

He snores pretty loud though unfortunately.. Monster snores💔 you'll have to get use to that

After SDN hours, he lays or sits side by side with you and talks about his day- even the bad parts and you just calmly comfort him

He genuinely gets his clay heart hurt by some days💔

He doesnt seem like he loves loud and crowded places much so.. I think he'd appreciate you more considering you're just sleepy and relaxed all the time

You're his safe place!

Coupé (Janelle oiseau)

She's the type to say, "I could end your life and you wouldnt even notice.." When you fall asleep on her, but she wouldn't go actually kill you ofc!

Anyone else see her as a good seamstress? When she comes over, she'd sew up one of your ripped plushies while you take a nap💞

She reads you her books as you two fall asleep omdgsg she has such a soothing voice too, so I know that's got to be relaxing

Thank god you're calm.. Again, she also really needs someone like that. She enjoys the silence very much and finds "strange" comfort in your presence.

She would talk and open up with a person like that is all im saying.

Its funny to her her in a room like yours, and you may joke about her being a nest with your pillows and blankets.. And she might glare at you.

She's the type to suddenly put a feather knife to your throat if you try to get her up, so thank god you love to sleep

She, like Mal, would like to just watch you sleep, but its in less of a cute way than mal's. Its more like she's studying you tbh

She won't always sleep when you do. She may just sharpen her knives while you sleep, but it should say enough that she's willingly laying with you. Espically when she DOES go to sleep like.. Yes girl she trusts you!

She's like your guard dog since.. Well.. Being more tired means your guard is lower, so she's always looking out for you when you two go out together

If you'd like to get her to relax with you though, I'd say play Edith Piaf on a record player and put on some sort of live ballet play on the TV! She'd appreciate that.

She can also make some really good sleepy tea!

Waterboy (Herman Schlitterbahn)

THIS IS SO SAD, HE WANTS TO CUDDLE UP TOO, BUT HE'D GET EVERYTHING WET💔

If you don't care though then that's so sweet bc he's the biggest cuddler.

He was a nervous wreck coming into your room for the first time because everything's is so soft and fluffy.. And he doesnt want to make things moldy by getting it soaked

So, maybe it's safest to just cuddle at his place where everything is suited to his.. Unique circumstances

Maybe you two can take a nap or relax in the bathtub together. I mean, he's more of the type to play in the bath.. BUT on really hard days then sure why not

"💧O-oh they fell asleep again.." When he's ranting about superheros and you fall asleep

He likes that you're calm and laid back because that means you're less likely to bully him and you'll actually just let him be himself!

I headcanon he sleep talks too, so get use to hearing him sleep giggle and mumble. Maybe you can even have a conversation with him in this state!

MATCHING STUFFED ANIMALS!! Or sleepy toys because he can have like a plastic toy he'd really like to squeeze. He names his after your name and adds a 2!! "💧T-thi- this is (name) 2!!" (LSOH ref anyone?)

If you don't mind getting wet (im assuming you don't bc you're with HIM), Then pls let him cuddle to you after a bad and sad day💔

His grandma has a picture of you two cuddling and its quite silly, but she gave it to you in a frame as a cute little surprise💞

Phenomaman (Cardiac arrest)

I see him the type to stiffly lay like a board next to you while you sleep at the start of the relationship. That soon.. Like.. Really soon goes bye bye and next thing yoy know- you're being smothered

When he wants to cuddle, he holds his arms out and asks "May I make love to you?"

SAY YES!! HE MAKES THE BEST CUDDLES TOO!! It may take him a moment to learn to not squeeze you to death, but he'll get there!

Also good luck trying to get him to let go of you. You're going to have to ask him directly or else he just won't.

He's really curious how one person can be so tired all the time. "🦸‍♂️Ive never seen someone with such the fatigue of a koala bear.."

He sort of love bombs you by coming over with dozens on top of dozens plushies, blankets, pillows, pjs, ect- Bc he knows you like them and we've seen how he is when hes in love

When he enters depressive moods, your place is the FIRST place he comes and he lays on your bed in the patient with his therapist position.

He thinks you're easy to talk to, so he quite loves spilling out his confusing thoughts to you

Nobody can convince me that he wouldn't love stuffed animals. Although a bit confused at first.. He would soon grow to adore them and your stuffed animals with now have like.. All the cotton smooshed so now they look deflated and limp.

He likes to smother you in his arms and with kisses too (wait bc why am I suddenly wanting that phenomaman cookie...pucker up phenomaman... I know what tag im checking after thiss🥰😍🤞)

WE GOT ANOTHER LOUD SNORER💔 He has the dad snore that sounds like the train coming at you. That or I can't decide if he sleeps like the dead and its concerning.. Maybe it depends on the day like.. Or like..If he was a dad he would snore like the first one.

He brings you some fruits with the excuse of, "🦸Oh I.. Heard this improves sleeping." Like.. Okay big guy looking after you..

Sometimes you will be kept up in the middle of the night because he won't stop talking. Even when you're sleeping... He'll say "🦸 (Name)... Are you awake?" Like... GURL HE KNOWS YOU'RE NOT💔

He's the embodiment of confused but has the spirit..

Robert Robertson the third (Don't believe him, his real name is actually Roberto Robertoson and he's actually from Mexico)

He needs that. PERIOD. He needs the longest naps and he'll gladly take them with you and Beef.

Another man the forts would be insane with. Beef espically has the time of his life in the blankets

He loves seeing you and beef cuddling together and napping- it's actually his home screen now!

He calls you "sleep heart" bc hes corny and a loser (lovingly)

Honestly.. Him too hes tired and laid back too, twin where've you been? He needs someone that just gets him without having to say a single word

After work, he just loves to lay with you. Just say "bad day"? And he'll always be like " 👔mmhm.. " with his face on your stomach

He can just sleep there for hours. Days off if not on a date are spent with you two just cuddling and napping.. Maybe a bit of talk and banter...Just a relaxing day really!

He playfully tells you about your sleeping habits all the time too

"👔 You know you drool on my arm every night?"

"👔 That's funny coming from someone who sleep talks and keeps me awake. just kidding. I can usually ignore it now."

He picks his favorites amongst your plushie collection and so does beef. Beef has claimed one of your stuffed animals as his own I fear. Robert likes the ones that aren't your favorite. "👔 awwhh.. Come on.. Don't outcast this little guy.."

This I feel is the most perfect duo on the list. Sleepiest couple💔

Royd (Roy sause)

This man is the biggest teddy bear

I just know his cuddles would POP OFF

I imagine its like having a giant stuffed animal that takes up half your bed, but you still cuddle it everynight anyways

He carries you around if you fall asleep like.. Say on the metro or something.

Wait bc imagine going to build a bear with him.. THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE 😭

When you two were at the start of the relationship and you invited him over- he would just lay in bed with you and talk and talk and talk, but when you took a nap he would still have a ":3" expression and glance between you and the ceiling. (That was so specific, but I saw a vision of that and had to write it down)

ANOTHER PLUSHIE LOVER!! He likes to pick up some of yours and make them give you face kisses. He asks for ALL of their names

He takes you being laid back as not minding his rambles.. and you really don't! So, even if some of them are a bit silly.. You can listen and have a laugh.

He doesnt mind having you in the lab because chances are you'll just doze off the entire time he works or just lay back and do your own thing and he can sometimes talk to you!

When Robert comes into the lab and asks about you, he's just like, "⚙️ Oh no bra, dont mind them, they're just sleeping. They sleep a lot, you know?"

He tucks you into bed and kisses your forehead PELALSKE I NEED IT💔

Every year for Valentine's day, he buys you those giant stuffed animals I mentioned up above and now your room is.. Just filled with them. Hes so normal about it to, just a giant stuffed bear over his shoulder when he comes over to your place

He "⚙️like your cozy vibe, brah." 💞

Blonde Blazer (Mandy Moore)

"💛Phoo.. Yeah.. Okay this is actually really nice.." Is what she first said when she laid down in your bed for the first time

Invite her over for a nap after a long day and she'll say, "💛 oh. Yeah actually that sounds really nice. I could really use that.."

When you first started to nod off when she was talking- she was worried she was boring you, but she soon figured out you're just a very sleepy indivual

Now she just says "💛 oh! Sorry..! I'll let you sleep now!" And dozes off with you soon after

She has a new plushie for you everytime she comes over💞 "💛 oh! Andd.. I brought you another friend..!" SHES SO SWEETETYEY

She doesnt even prefer sleeping in your own room now because one.. Shes missing out on cuddles and two... She just thinks your room is better. If she can't sleep, she'll quickly go over

You two doze off on each other all the time and don't even realize until its like.. Super late or the next day

She finds talking to you to be super comforting. If she's feeling a bit down or unsure, she loves to cuddle with you and quietly talk. She's so use to being blonde blazer, but she needs to be Mandy too!

She trusts your advice a lot actually

Going to bars together if you drink sometimes it ends up with her flying you home bc you drank too much and fell asleep OR.. Its the other way around by your mode of transport. Tired divas💔

She finds you overall super adorable when you're all sleepy and you can often see her giving you a sweet smile

Galen (from Florida)

Hopefully you don't snore loud...

Honestly he would probably be the most appreciative of you being so laid back and relaxed bc SDN is chaotic💔

No doubt in mind that he would love to take naps with you after work

GIVE THIS MAN A RAISE PLEASE

Dry joking and weary ± sleepy and laid back. I think thats perfect too!

Sikhism promotes finding a life partner when it comes to dating, right? This would make absolute sense why he would want someone laid back like him to spend his life with.

He thinks its good bonding just by sleeping by each other after a long day. Spa days would honestly be so slay with him, no?

More love for my man Galen to be honest...

Trackstar (Chase bank account)

"🎖️ Shit, look at this lazy ass.." (Lovingly)

Get ready to be called so many lazy related nicknames💔

"🎖️ Looks like a build a bear workshop in here, where'd you get the money for all these??!" When he sees your room

He loves that you're so laid back though bc he does NOT have the patience like ever. He doesnt trust to let silence fill the room for longer than 40 miniutes though. "🎖️ Hey you know w- your ass fell asleep again?"

He likes to lay with you with his arm around your shoulders and his other over his eyes. (IF YOURE NOT THINKING ABOUT YOUNGER LOOKING CHASE THEN THIS PROBABLY LOOKS SO FUNNY. Do we have any old man chase yearners here.. Probably not right?)

He talks to you all the time about Robert. He loves the kid! So ofc hes going to tell you all about him. Don't fall asleep around robert though because.. Younger robert was a little bitch and will mess with you

IDK WHAT TO DO HERELSKMS WHY DID I DO THIS I WANT RHIS TO BE OVER WITHDHBD

Im sorry im not posting as often 💔 IM ALRIGHT!! MOTIVATION HAS JUST BEEN DOWN!!

So heres this super long one, I hope you liked it nonetheless. Reblogs are appreciated 💞

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[thehoneycrypt]

waterboy growing his hair out little by little that you and the team don’t notice it until it’s past his shoulders

if you ask him why he has been growing his hair out, he’ll say it’s cuz he had long hair as a teenager and only got it cut to look ‘more professional’, but now that he has job security, he wants to get back to his original length

his grandma is more than happy to show you pictures of long hair herm in her little scrapbook, even if your boyfriend’s embarrassed by it

also when his hair is long enough, he has you braid it so it doesn’t get in the way at work <3

[bingleboy]

I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to share this idea with someone. I saw a picture of a singer signing a woman's chest and I thought it was amazing, and now I can't stop thinking about how Waterboy would react if a fan asked him to autograph her chest (honestly, I think he'd faint lol).

Autograph - Waterboy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a huge fan of Waterboy. When you spot him after he completes a mission, you're the first person to ask for his autograph. 2.5k words. Reader uses she/her pronouns, is described as a woman. No use of Y/N. Suggestive, but you guys do not bang 💔. Malevola being a good friend. :]

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST YAYYYY it was so fun!!!

Waterboy scanned the people scattered around the store as he panted, his hands still shaking with nerves. It was good to finally be a hero, but every mission so far still felt terrifying. But, he did it! With Malevola’s help. Really, he knew she did most of the work, but, he helped, too! Teamwork. Makes the dream work, as they say. Now the gun-wielding duo that had attempted to rob the store was disarmed and safely apprehended. The heroes’ next task was to make sure no one got shot, then the police would whisk away the criminals, and it would be onto the next mission.

Malevola eyed the man and woman tied up, leaning against a wall. Those were the two idiots responsible for causing the public panic. Yes, attempting to rob a store was bad, but their absolute lack of skill made her snicker. Waterboy pulled his soaked goggles off his face and let them hang around his neck, eyes peeled for any injured civilians.

“Uh- is- is everyone, okay? Um, not injured?” He asked, his eyes pausing on two teenage boys.

The boys looked shaken, but wore wobbly smiles at seeing the culprits tied up. They nodded. Waterboy turned in a circle, hoping he wouldn’t miss anyone. Some citizens were shakily getting up from their hiding spots and heading for the exit, and others stood still, their minds not yet absorbing the fact they were safe now. A man carried out his crying daughter, a hand soothing her head. No one was feeling great, but Waterboy didn’t see any blood.

“Yes? Everyone is- is safe? No one got hit- shot? That’s… that’s good,” he muttered, his tense shoulders relaxing a hair. He turned around when Malevola spoke.

“Hell yeah. We fuckin’ nailed it. Not bad, wetguy,” Malevola said with a proud smile. She raised her hand high in the air. Waterboy smiled in return, eyes flickering from her face to her hand. He high-fived her, water droplets flying from the slap.

“Yeah..! Yeah, we- yes, we did. Nail it. Good- good job, t-teammate,” he said.

“Thanks,” Malevola replied with a nod. She pressed a finger to her earpiece, folding her other arm over her chest. Her pointed tail swayed behind her as she turned around.

“Okay, Robert. We’re done here. And we smashed it, as expected.”

Waterboy blinked and touched his own earpiece as well. He wasn’t really sure if he should say something or not but, he was already doing it.

“Uh, correct. We- uh, no- no one was hurt! Go, go team,” he added, immediately cringing after he spoke.

Mal sighed, stretching her arms above her head. “Welp, guess it’s time to head back to base. Let’s go,” she said, readying to create a portal. Before she did, she caught a glimpse of the crowd of people outside. They peered in the store’s window, adoring eyes glued to her. She grinned at them.

“Hey, looks like we have an audience! I’m gonna go say hi real quick,” she said. The store’s bell chimed as she walked out the door.

Waterboy watched her, a little surprised. He didn’t really love the idea of staying to talk to people, but he also didn’t have the ability to portal himself back to SDN. In theory, he could walk back, but… that would be a long walk. And a lot of puddles on the way. He licked his lips and followed her outside, ducking his head down instinctively as he pushed the door open.

Malevola was talking to the small crowd with a big, fanged smile, hands on her hips as she answered questions from them. Positive attention was one of the things she actually appreciated about hero work. Waterboy smiled too as he saw the scene, happy for his friend. A few people glanced to him and thanked him as well, and he offered a polite nod and wave.

You had been in the group outside, and you looked to the door as its bell chimed again. There stood Waterboy, looking out of place. You gasped and broke apart from the group to talk to him.

“Oh my god! Waterboy! It’s really you!” you exclaimed. He was taken aback by your excitement, holding his hands close to his chest.

“Uh, yep! It’s- that’s me! ...Hi.”

“Sorry, you must get this all the time, I’m such a big fan,” you continued, “What you do is just amazing. You’re like… literally my inspiration.”

He froze, staring at you with his lips barely parted, hands mid-wring. He felt a drop of water slide off the tip of his nose. Inside, his heart felt like it had ballooned to fill up his whole chest. Someone was inspired by him? A big fan of him? And it was someone so beautiful- just the cherry on top of the cake. Or ice cream. Or milkshake. This must be what real heroes get to feel all the time. It felt so strange to be on the receiving end of someone’s admiration. Not snark, or pity, or only seeing potential in the mess that the was, but real admiration. For him.

“Uh… Waterboy?” you said, tilting your head at him.

Shoot, he had been silent for too long.

“Ah! Uh, s-s-sorry, I gah- got lost in thought, for, for a s-second there,” he struggled to get the words out. “Uh, I- actually d-don’t get that, that a lot! So, uh, I was surpri- uh, not expecting that! Thank- thank you! What a nice- nice thing to say.”

You leaned in as he spoke, listening intently. You didn’t expect the hero to have a stutter, but you loved the sound of his voice. He was so sweet!

“Of course,” you replied to him. “You’re a hero! I know you must be busy, but, could I ask for an autograph from you?” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck shyly.

Waterboy beamed and nodded immediately. “Uh, sure! Of c-course! Do you, uh, have a pen? That I could use?”

“Shoot, I hope so,” you muttered, digging through your purse. “Aha! Got it.” You pulled out a black marker. You held it out to him, readjusting your purse-straps over your shoulder.

“Th- thank you. Do you, have uh.. a paper?”

“I don’t, but, I was thinking you could sign right here,” you said with a playful grin. You pulled down the collar of your shirt dangerously low, pointing to the soft skin of your chest. You were an inch away from flashing the poor man.

His eyes went so wide you could see the white all the way around them- glued to your exposed cleavage. Fresh water droplets trickled from his hair, down his face, and dripped off his chin. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He jerked his head up to meet your eyes, looking embarrassed.

“Ah… I… Are- are you sure?? I don’t… are you- comt- com- comf-ter-ble? With- with touching? That? You? I- I c-could sign your arm, or- or… anywhere else, if- I just…”

“I’m sure I want it here,” you interrupted his train of thought. “You know, to be close to my heart?”

That part was bullshit and you knew it. You wanted him to sign your boob. But, you hoped it might convince him you weren’t a horrible pervert.

His posture relaxed a little at your reason, but his face still felt impossibly hot.

“Ahh…. Right, that’s… that’s…” He nodded slowly, looking at the space next to your face. His eyes flickered back to yours. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Okay. Okay. Yeah. I’ll just… s-sign… that… for you. If you really want me to.”

He inched forward, his left hand hovering over your shoulder hesitantly as he held the marker in his right.

“Uh. What do you want me to write?” He asked.

You had to stifle a giggle, eyes crinkling up with amusement. You could’ve teased him, but you had a feeling he might pop if you did.

“Waterboy,” you answered.

“Right, right. Duh,” he chuckled breathlessly, avoiding your eyes. He took a breath in and let it out shakily, staring at your hand pulling down your shirt.

“Okay. Easy. Nothing to it,” he whispered to himself, finally touching your shoulder. The cool touch of his glove dampened your sleeve, but you obviously didn’t mind.

He had to make this a good signature. He had to, it was going on your body! Over your heart! Because you admired him! He put the marker to your skin, careful not to let his hand rest on your chest- both to be respectful and to avoid smudging the marker. He moved it slowly, trying to will his hands to stop shaking. There. ‘W’ done. Now, the rest of it…

You watched his focused expression as he carefully wrote out his alias on your chest. He seemed so worried. It was sweet, but, you felt a little bad for the guy. You had asked for it, after all. You had thought any man would jump at the chance to sign a woman’s chest without thinking twice, but, Waterboy was evidently not that type. He was so concerned about being respectful he acted like it would burn to touch you. Hot. You wondered if he was always this nervous around women. Your mind drifted to a distracted place, imagining his wet hands running over the breasts he seemed intent on avoiding.

Waterboy leaned back a little, having written his name successfully. He finished it off with two dots, a curved line, and a circle around it.

He froze.

Shit.

He just drew a smiley face on you.

“Ah- oh sh- shoot! I’m so so-sorry! I- um,” he uttered, recoiling from you. You looked down and saw the smiley face for yourself. You giggled.

“I- it’s a habit, of, how I sign my- I usually- I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

“Hey, it’s okay!” You assured him with a smile. “It’s cute!”

“...It is?” he asked, his brows creasing slightly. He thought it was pretty stupid, but, you weren’t mad at him.

“Yeah. It’s perfect. Thank you, Waterboy,” you said, eyeing him up and down.

Waterboy adorned a bright smile to match yours, letting out a sigh of relief. He looked down and capped the marker with a click. He was sort of glad he looked flushed all the time, hopefully it meant he didn’t look any different now. He held the marker out to you. You accepted it then dropped it back in your purse.

“Aha... that’s… you’re welcome! I’m... glad you like it.”

There was a few seconds of silence. The two of you looked at each other. Waterboy’s eyes flicked between yours- he couldn’t pick one.

“Oh, I just realized- I- I never asked for y-your name. What is your, uh, name?” he asked, returning to wringing his hands.

You told him, and he repeated it softly, letters catching between his teeth. His eyes traced over your face, committing it to memory.

“That’s, a- a very beau- pretty name,” he said, tucking his chin toward his chest. You giggled that adorable giggle again, and he felt unreasonably proud of himself for eliciting it from you.

“Thank you. I think ‘Waterboy’ is pretty cute, too,” you said, inching a little closer.

His heart leapt up into his throat. He swore he felt your warm breath on his face. He leaned back with a nervous laugh, his shoulders nearly touching his ears.

“Ahah! Th-th-thank- thank you! Uh, well- it was- was really, really great to meet you! I- haveta- to go do, other... hero stuff, so…” He said, pointing vaguely to the side to escape the conversation.

“Right, of course. It was really nice to meet you too. Have a good day,” you replied, waving sweetly before you walked down the sidewalk.

Oh, gosh, you were so cute.

“Y- Yeah! I- I will! Thank you! I mean, you too! Also!” He called after you. He bit his lip as he watched you leave, your words replaying in his mind. He shook his hands out, struggling to contain the burst of energy he had from talking to you. And looking at you. And touching you.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hard slap to his back that made him sputter.

“Duuuude!” Malevola cheered. “Nice!”

“Huh?” Waterboy whirled his head around to face her, folding his gangly arms up in an attempt to be smaller. “Wh- uh, what’s- what’s that for? What’s nice?”

“Are you kidding me? I saw everything, wetguy,” she laughed, patting his back a little less forcefully. “You got game! A weird, nervous, stuttering game, but… hey, it worked for her.”

Waterboy wanted to curl up and die. He recognized it was a compliment, backhanded as it was, but he cringed at the thought of her watching everything he just did.

“I, uh… don’t exactly f- u-understand. I… wasn’t trying to-to do anything,” he muttered, scratching his head.

Mal raised a brow, giving him a skeptical look.

“...Are you being intentionally dense right now? She was so into you.”

Waterboy’s brows furrowed. Of course he could see that. He just didn’t know what to do with it. “Well, yeah, I- I got that, she- she told me so, and- and the… signing… I figured…”

“You should go run after her and ask for her number,” Mal teased, shaking him by the shoulder.

“N-no! That’s- that’s super creepy,” Waterboy whisper-yelled. “No. No…”

“Relax, dude, I’m kidding. You look like you’re about to faint. God, Sonar would kill to sign someone’s tits,” she muttered, grinning as she thought of her friend. “Maybe literally.”

Mal released him from her grip and turned around, opening up a glowing red portal.

“Well, enough dicking around. Time to get back,” she said, nodding to the portal. She turned to step through it, but was stopped by a wet hand grabbing her wrist.

“W-wait!”

She turned around with a confused look, awaiting an explanation. Waterboy let go of her wrist, taking a breath as he studied the sidewalk.

“Look- I- I know that… teasing stuff, I guess, is- is kind of, what you do, and it’s like, friendly, but, um… could you, maybe, not tell the- our- our teammates about this? It’s- I feel… I would appreciate it. Please.”

Mal paused. Not tell anyone else about this? But this was the juiciest thing to happen all week! Waterboy literally signed a woman’s tits right in front of her!

But she looked at how pathetically he was standing there, looking back at her pleadingly. She told herself she was working on being a better teammate to him, to make up for the times she was a jerk on past missions.

But she really wanted to tell Prism. She would eat it up.

But his sad little face.

“...Not even Sonar?” Mal whined.

“Uh… no. Not-not him. He will… definitely tell everyone else,” Waterboy muttered, bringing his hand to his lips.

Mal groaned dramatically.

“...Fine. Fine, I won’t tell anyone. You owe me a beer,” she settled on, then stepped through the portal.

Waterboy grinned and followed after her. If a beer was all it took to save himself from humiliation, he would buy a hundred beers. Or just one, because… she only asked for one.

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

not everyone likes dancing in the rain | waterboy x afab! reader (part 1)

parts: 1 2

word count: 2.0k

desc: herman 'hermy' waterboy was never going to make the first move and you aren't one to let wet pathetic men pass you by without at least getting to know them.

warnings: none really! this one is a two parter so by the second part there will be some suggestive themes! this work isnt ENTIRELY MINE, check out @/lilya_doodles on tiktok for the original piece of art that inspired this! :)

reader is afab! most of my work is bc i am also afab BAHAHH

You knew Herman would never make the first move.

The smallest altercation made him fumble and trip over himself to think of something to say, mopping up his own nervous puddles took up most of his janitorial duties that weren't cleaning out the fridge or cleaning the restrooms. To anyone else, he was pathetic and maybe even pitiful: you're born a superhero and they have you cleaning toilets and showers instead?

But, oh, he was so sweet.

Maybe it was rude to say that he was meant for hospitality but his kindness (and his crush) came out in little ways that made you feel like you had a high school crush again. Every morning at the beginning of your shift, a coffee with an unmistakable wet handprint on the already flimsy cardboard cup magically appeared at your desk. After weekends, a still dripping flower of any kind was placed in your pencil cup with the rest of your squeaky clean desk, something you would never do for yourself or anyone else here if you were in his spot.

You had to get to know him.

He's cleaning when you see him, humming and occasionally muttering to himself as he moves from desk to desk. The wet squeaks of his water suit interrupt the silence of the empty dispatch floor, a faint drip in the mix that no doubt was coming from Waterboy himself.

"Herman, right?"

Herman gasps, jolting back from your desk.

Of course, through all the rosy colored glasses you wore, this was still Waterboy.

Your pencil holder is knocked over, the pens and pencils scattering on the floor between the two of you. "S-Sorry, sorry. I, um, I didn't know, know anyone was still here. Still in the office." Herman laughs nervously, ducking down to clean up his mess. You can't help a smile at the way he awkwardly clatters the stationary into the metal cup, his cheeks flushed red and some of his hair falling into his face just the slightest. "Sorry for sneaking up on you like that. I just finally wanted to see who was the one keep my cubicle so homey." you hum, picking up the remaining pencils and dropping them into the cup when Herman finally stands.

Damn, he's tall.

"O-Oh, yes, the desk-your desk. My grandma, she gardens, um, tries to garden. The flowers, their-are her favorite, especially.." Herman starts before trailing off, the smile that tugged at his lips beginning to fall in realization as his eyes grow wide.

The flowers.

The coffee.

You knew it was him.

"Waterboy, you..okay-"

"YES. F-Fine. Sorry. Sorry." he gulps when his voice rises in pitch a bit, water beginning to drip from his head and down his arm in tiny rivulets uncontrollably. "Hey, d-don't freak out, okay? I really, really appreciate what you've been doing, really. It's very sweet of you." you say with a nervous laugh, watching the way he looks between the mop bucket he was using and where you stand in front of him; was he going to do that vomiting thing?

"You...you do?"

"Yes. I know we don't necessarily run into each other all the time, but.." you start, even feeling yourself flush a bit, "I'd really like to. More often, I mean."

Herman simply blinks at you a bit, his cheeks turning almost impossibly more red. Was this really happening? Right now? To him? He didn't know how to flirt, what was he supposed to say next, his grandma hadn't told him what to if YOU were the one to talk to him first, this was all wrong-

"Y-You, uh..you want me-me to clean your..desk more? When you are at your, at your desk?" he finally stammers out, his heart falling into his stomach when you return the very same blinking he had done at you moments ago. He almost laughs when you start to giggle, refraining from commenting on how hearing you laugh in the break room was almost always a highlight of his day.

"Yeah. Let's call it 'cleaning my desk'. Cleaning and conveniently making casual conversation."

Herman swears you could see the way his heart was beating out of his chest and against his swimsuit.

"W-Whatever you need, boss-I mean, miss, um..yeah." Herman laughs, clearing his throat when you start to pick up your bag from where it sat only a few feet away from your chair. For a moment, you are close enough to him that you can finally see his features despite the ever dripping moisture on him. Freckles are spattered over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, some even peaking out from the neck of his water suit. Even with the way it sticks to his forehead and skin, you can tell that there is an attempt every morning to organize any sopping wet pieces of hair before it eventually all becomes one big damp mess. You look away before you offer Herman a wave that he returns awkwardly, a geeky smile on his face that you're not sure you've ever seen on him before.

"And Herman?"

"Y-Yes, maam?"

You pretend to ignore the slight satisfaction hearing him say that gives you, briefly thinking of how much you'd like to hear him say that after a fairly successful date with less clothing.

"Get yourself a coffee, too. You deserve it."

Herman laughs at that, grabbing the mop he had disregarded and nodding as you walk away. "I-I don't drink caffeine, um, coffee, but, y-yes. Yes, maam."

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It was a little crazy how easy it was for the two of you to get along in only a span of a few weeks. It was even more surprising to you now how exactly Waterboy had never managed to fully be on anyone else's good side other than maybe Robert but it was sort of his job to keep the peace. Herman was funny even when he wasn't trying to be, he was constantly repeating himself whenever you showed even the slightest playful scolding. He definitely made more than a few people slip while standing around you and it was then he would be ushered away to get back to work more so for the safety of everybody else around them who were just trying to get to the bathroom or the break room.

The flowers were even more frequent now; "Does your grandma know your stealing these and bringing them to me?" you'd giggled one morning, taking the lily from your pencil cup and sniffing it contentedly. "Y-Yeah, yes, she, um..she picks t-them and then I bring them for-for you." he chuckled, his cheeks red as he held his coffee cup (filled with water) in both hands.

You liked him.

A lot.

"Hey, you." You call with a wave, your bag slung over your shoulder as you walk up to your cubicle. Herman made it a habit now to leave your desk for last, giving the two of you a chance to debrief for the day and mostly let you gossip about whatever things you'd heard over the SDN. It was dark out now, the floodlights outside the building overlooking the parking lot only illuminating a few employees that were still sticking around for whatever reason. A few of the cubicles have their lamps on while the main office lights have been turned off for the night, making the entire room feel a bit more nostalgic than usual. "You know, cleaning my desk at the end of the day isn't very optimal. We both could have been home by now." you say as you lean against the wall of your cubicle, Herman chuckling softly as he finally drops the mop back into the bucket.

"Y-Yeah, yes, but..I-I like it."

He doesn't look at you when you roll your eyes despite the smile on your face, pushing off the wall and gesturing to the exit as if saying 'let's go'.

"You don't have to walk me to my car today, I parked-"

"C-Can I say- ask you something-"

You both stop speaking at the very same time, waiting for the other to begin. Before either of you can fully react, you put your finger to the tip of your nose and leave Herman stammering.

"Nose goes."

Herman knows that despite the pit in his stomach, he can't say no to you. "Um, yes, yeah, n-nose. Yeah." he mumbles, looking down at his feet. The small trickles of water come first, falling into puddles at his feet. You tilt your head curiously, a smile tugging at your lips. You knew Herman was already a notoriously nervous guy but you hadn't seen him like this around you in a while now.

"Herm, are you-"

"W-Wouldyouliketogoeat- I mean..h-have. Dinner. With. With me."

Even you have to sweat a bit at that.

You two had been having so much fun together already, eating lunch together, sneaking away for impromptu breaks to talk about little ridiculous things, all the things that could only be limited to an office environment.

This would be the first time you two saw each other physically outside of work. Ever.

"I..Herman-"

"I-I understand if you're, um, if you're b-busy, or, maybe-maybe not interested-" he mutters with a high, nervous laugh, grabbing the mop and again and trying and failing to mop up the large puddles forming around him in seconds. Stupid, this was stupid, he was stupid to think someone like you, someone beautiful and kind and smart and charming would want to do anything more with him than get a coffee-

"I would love to."

Herman stops what he's doing, doing a double take before full on staring at you. You were blushing. Hard. You were smiling, you were blushing, you were looking at him the same way the girls in his grandma's soap operas would look at the guys riding horses or serenading them under their window. You were really looking at him like you really liked him.

A lot.

"Y-You..You would love to. Love. You..really?"

Your laugh sends a delightful rush through. It was tinkly and felt like it was made of soft clouds. He would never get tired of it.

"Let's take it slow on the love part, but, yes, Hermy. Let's go to dinner." you hum, smiling so hard you're afraid your face will stay that way. As long as it's him who's making you smile that way.

Hermy.

Herman could die a happy man right now.

"Yes..Yes! Um-"

"Friday. That new Italian place that just opened. I can make the reservation."

"Yes. F-Friday. Italian. After- After work." Herman chimes in, looking to actually contribute to this; "I know you like the girl, Hermy, but make sure she knows you want this. Don't let her go and do all the planning." his grandma had said with an only slightly stern stone, shaving off the thorns of one of her roses. Wouldn't grandma love to hear this.

"Cool. Friday it is."

The two of you stand a few feet from each other, each seemingly entranced by the other: this was happening and it was real. "Um.." you finally start, looking at the door behind you and then at Herman as you feel a blush start to form on your cheeks. "I should, I should go. Don't want you to get in trouble for the mess with the water."

"O-Oh, yes, the- the mess. I-I've got it. Thank you. Maam."

You hadn't really gotten the nerve to get him to stop calling you that. Nor did you want him to stop. Before you can stop yourself, before you can psyche yourself out, you close the gap between the two of you and press a quick kiss to his wet cheek, a hand on his shoulder for support before pulling away. You swear Herman freezes on the spot, the red on his face spreading to his ears and the tip of his nose.

"OK. Bye."

"..G-Goodbye."

You finally walk off, heading for the elevator and pressing the button to take you to the ground floor. You smile all the way to your car, a hand over your lips and a giggle or two slipping out of you.

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waterboy is #forced to be a gentleman bc his grandma raised a man, not a little boy

ending is lowkey sudden but listen. today has been a long day

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THAT i havent written something entirely fluffy and lighthearted in such a long time and am so #excited for what little bit more im going to write :0)

pssst you can find this on ao3 as well! the same title just under fandomcloud!

[rabisun]

(this was on my ao3 and it was well received so here! waterboy x psychic!GnReader! rated Mature)

word count: 1,387

"Nice job, guys." You hear your boss, Robert, through your earbud. "This is only your third duo mission together, right? You seem so synchronized already..." He trails off, leaving his implications unspoken.

"Oh, yes! And you're- we...did it! We did it!" Herm's timid voice follows, the sound coming from right behind you. You turn around and see how, for only a split second, he opens his arms and inches toward you, before retracting into himself.

Poor baby wanted a hug.

You don't need your telepathy to know that.

Behind hooded lids, you roll your eyes, eternally hating how he continues to second-guess himself. You waltz over to Herm, loosely place his arms around your waist, and bring yours around his neck. He's so tall that you have to stand on your toes. After a beat, he embraces you back in the coldest, squelchiest, wettest hug you've ever had. And yet you can't bring yourself to let go.

You try to convince yourself that you're only slightly bothered that Herm can still be so uneasy around you after all this time. The two of you have been on the Z-Team for a year now and it's safe to say you're inseparable. Often days after work, you invite him over to your place and he eagerly accepts. You make efforts to try to help him with his confidence issues, and eventually you notice he stutters much less when he's alone with you.

Being a psychic on a team of ex-villains is interesting, to say the least. All your teammates are aware of your mind-reading ability. From day one, they each took their turns coming up to you and making it clear that they would respectively maim, disfigure, or kill you if you used your telepathy on them.

All except Waterboy, that is. There are times when he actually enjoys having you use your power on him.

On one of his first days on the team, Waterboy had a rather embarrassing long-lasting stutter.

During a meeting.

In front of the entire team.

But thankfully people just spoke over him instead of bullying him. With a squeak Herman turned to you, tears threatening to spill from his pleading eyes. You could see that he wanted to get his words out, so you tried to help him. Without asking, you read his mind. A surprisingly well-articulated sentence resonated in your head. You heard exactly what he wanted to say, and spoke it verbatim with an added, "That's what Herm was saying." After making sure the team understood that those were actually Herman's words, you turned to him to see his reaction. Instead of seeing the anger you expected, you were met with a blush on his smiling face. Ever since that day, something changed between you two.

Not being the best with words, sometimes Herm opts to giving you those fucking puppy-dog eyes that drive you insane. The look became a sort of approval for you to read his mind to understand what he wants to say. A silent code between you two. Who are you to deny the man you're in love with of anything?

"Uh, I'm all for team bonding guys, but I think that's enough." Robert's voice scares both of you. Cameras litter the city, how could you forget he could see you? And just how long had you been standing there wrapped in his arms? You two jump away from each other and share an awkward smile. Get a room.

Only when you arrive at the office do you realize how late it is. There is a whopping total of three people there: Herm, Robert, and you. Four, if you count Beef.

"Hey, good job today. Both of you." Robert compliments as he walks past you and Herm towards the exit, Beef in hand.

You say your goodbyes to your boss as he walks out and turn to Waterboy. Friday nights always make for the best hangouts. "So...did you want to come over tonight, Hermy?" Despite your abilities, you were unaware of how enrapturing he finds that nickname when it falls from your lips.

You hear him whisper something, but can't quite pick up what it was. "Herm? What did you say?" It takes all of your strength but you refrain from reading his mind. Until he gives you those eyes, at least.

His mind reads, 'That may not be a good idea.'

"Why not? Are you okay? What happened, Hermy?" Your voice is filled with worry as you grab his face to check for injuries. His face heats up and darkens to a shade of burgundy.

With a louder tone, he gushes, "I- I like you."

"Oh! Wait, really?" You're more shocked that he confesses than you are that he reciprocates your feelings. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you and you just have to know what's making him so antsy. You've been aware of his crush on you for months now but of course, you gave him the chance to tell you how he feels if and when he wants to.

He nods at you, nervously waiting for your response. Drawing him closer, arms wrapped around his neck, you declare, "I like you too, Hermy." And finally, you kiss him. His hands immediately find perch on your body, running them everywhere he can reach. He can't seem to control the obscene sounds that fall from his mouth and into yours.

You expected his lips to be moist, but they were downright soaked. Along with the rest of his face. You wonder if sweat got mixed in with the rest of what he produces. 'I hope they don't notice the sweat.' His mind answers your unasked question. For some reason, it doesn't bother you. Truthfully, it just makes you curious about how much more he would sweat while he's on top of you. While he's in you.

Breaking away from his lips, you drag Waterboy by his hand. You lead him to Chase's desk and plant yourself on top of it. The height he continues to have over you as you sit on the table makes the spot between your thighs wetter than his entire body is.

Feeling more self-assured, Herm leans down and kisses you while dropping his hands to your hips. "Herm!" you giggle on his lips, pleasantly surprised by his actions. He backs off you just to request, "H-Hermy, please? Call me that."

You extend your arms out to him. "Then come back here, Hermy." And he ravages you. Connecting your lips once more, he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You move his hands to your chest and love how adventurous they are. His drawn-out whine is once again muffled by your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist and now, firmly pressed against you is his-

"Do you fucking mind?" Somebody yells from a distance. It takes effort to pull yourself away from Herm but once you do, you turn to see Robert. Oh, God.

"Ro-Robert! Boss- you c-came back?" Herman is zipping his suit back up. You didn't unzip it. When had he started taking it off?

"I left my phone. I wouldn't have come back if I knew you guys were gonna be fucking three feet away from it."

Gathering yourself, you push Herm farther from you, making enough room for you to stand. "Fuck off, Bobby. We weren't even doing anything."

He scoffs, walks to his desk, and picks up his phone. "Tell that to the cameras." He points to the closest one, coincidentally aimed right where you, 'weren't doing anything.'

The camera snaps with a faint click sound. Telekinesis one, technology zero. You break it without so much as lifting your finger.

Robert is halfway through the door as he spits, "I'm reporting you on Monday," over his shoulder.

You bark, "With what proof, Robertson?" You slowly turn back to Herm, sure he's frightened out of his mind. You've never been happier to be proven wrong when he jumps on you after your boss is out of eyesight. His lips find yours and are suddenly skilled in their movements. Fast learner.

"Yes." He stops only to breathlessly answer your question from earlier. "Let's go to your place. N-now please." He begs. You can't help the smile that stains your face.

You couldn't wait to get home.