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「 tws + notes: unedited, canon... violence? i mean nothing really happens, reader is just a weird lil fella (affectionate), not a meet cute,,, more like a meet stupid 」
「 gn!reader, no relationships established 」
↳ ft. montgomery gator
author's note: i had a whole idea for this. don't ask me what though becuz i have no clue anymore (｡•́-ก̀｡) ... like, the general idea (iirc correctly) was that eventually they'd be buddies and the reader would pretend to wanna help w/ the bonnie mystery or sumn while trying to fulfill their own motives— but whatever. but i clearly did not get to that at all (´｀;) and yes!!! the title is a reference to the song by the brobecks (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )
bright neon lights shine down onto your face as you step into the pizzaplex. there's no denying you feel out of place.
the commercialized rock music blasting from the speakers, the loud, boisterous, laughter of children, the eye-bleeding colours surrounding you— a complete sensory nightmare, all in one massive labyrinth of a building.
this would have terrified you in any other circumstance. and it does. yet, for some reason, you feel the corners of your mouth twitch up slightly at the sight of this place.
the allure of the pizzaplex is undeniable to anyone who approached it— but your fascination was something different entirely.
you were just here to observe the strange ways in which this place operated. you heard rumors... small whisperings that fazbear entertainment had somehow missed when cleaning up their image. they had a fair share of skeletons in their closet. and you, ever curious, wanted to see what hid behind that shining reputation.
the company's origins were largely covered up for the most part. all online research came up inconclusive, and for what you managed to scrape up, it ended up being nothing more than forgotten webpages, blog posts, and left over negative reviews.
you knew one thing for certain though: the mess all started with the animatronics.
so, no, you weren't here for the arcade, the pizza, the live performances— that was all low priority for you. you were here to examine the technology that they used.
making your own entertainment out of something that you'd otherwise not bother to take a second glance at, all while uncovering secrets that you've always wanted to hear? this is something you simply can't resist.
you'd do anything to find out the truth.
families and their children, teenagers looking for something to do– those were the people the pizzaplex intended to draw in. but of course, an establishment built on a shady foundation which never discloses their history that runs a high tech entertainment center is bound to draw in another demographic: people who want to uncover secrets.
you knew a fair share of urban explorers online— mostly fans— who’d try to break in after hours to get to places guests shouldn’t be, steal stuff they definitely aren’t meant to get their hands on (you recall specifically when snagged some seasonal accessories meant from glamrock chica which was… well. weird and specific but whatever), find merch in the back that went unsold or discontinued, or even just try to see if they still had bonnie's parts somewhere in the back.
that was a whole other thing in itself. you didn't know why that bunny was so popular, but it was undeniable the mystery of his sudden decommission was intriguing. you had decent knowledge on it. begrudgingly so. most people clogged online forums filled with their theories on it.
no matter what they were there for, they were practically always caught. they'd go explore but swiftly get caught, receiving hefty fines for trespassing and lifetime bans. if they were lucky enough to escape, they'd still get in trouble within the next few days. naturally, most people kept their investigations online. it was the smart thing to do.
but none of them were searching for what you wanted. you didn't care about the dead stock in the back, the animatronics seasonal accessories, and hell— not even the bonnie mystery.
so maybe it wasn't all too surprising you came to visit.
the first time you came, the establishment was in full swing. the busiest time for the pizzaplex, on the busiest day. you ended up watching a performance, grabbed some overpriced food to eat (the food made exclusively by staff bots- how fascinating...) and then, just picked up and left.
you weren't gonna stay and chat with the animatronics when they were being swarmed by children and devoted fans. no way. crowds were bad enough. crowds of children? you shudder just thinking of it.
the next few times, you were careful. you noted patterns of active hours and made sure to arrive right about when the daycare closed, in order to avoid the larger crowds. in the last few hours of the pizzaplex being open, you’d finally be able to stick around until closing to walk around and explore.
no, you never met your goal of actually talking to the animatronics, despite your interest in meeting any one of them (your social anxiety somehow was not limited to human interaction) so you just... lurked.
yes, you spent your time haunting the pizzaplex until it was time to go. with the sheer amount of hours that you spent there, you could've easily become another urban legend on the internet— the strange ghost of the pizzaplex that lurks and stalks around near closing hours. they look like a normal person– but look in their direction and they retreat! ...it might've been funny.
even though that wasn't the case, and you were practically nobody, you certainly didn't go unrecognized. ai facial recognition. what a creation! and though typically used for regulars and being able to address guests personally, it could be used for anyone who visited. not like you knew.
as you became more familiar with the place— in your cluelessness, the place became more familiar with you.
unknown to you, the working staff bots turned their heads to catch a small glimpse of you when you passed, the daycare attendant stared at you through the glass– even the glamrocks found themselves occasionally scanning the crowd for your face. you weren't just another person with too much time on your hands, you came here more often than almost any person ever had. and still, you never talked to a single one of them, never stuck around one area for too long, and didn’t have a routine to your visits. your motives remained unclear to them.
saturdays were more hectic than usual, and if you were even the slightest bit more sane, you would've at least thought twice to try and spend a full day here, opening to closing.
lucky for you, you did consider it twice! you thought it over many times– unfortunately, you were still lacking any form of sanity.
instead of just leaving at closing as per usual, you decided you would somehow hide after closing hours to explore the place once all operations had been shut down.
easy enough in your head. you knew a couple spots which were typically off limits to most people that you could camp out in undetected, previously used by more successful urban explorers. then you'd snoop around a bit more, and then sneak back out again. simple.
all you needed to do was avoid staff bots. challenging, yes, but not impossible.
the fated day came and went— and as they announced for closing and people trickled out, you knew that your day began.
finally. you would have some answers.
—
oh god. this was a bad idea. very, very bad.
something you hadn't known, was that the glamrocks doubled as security. they roamed the pizzaplex after hours in search of any intruders.
this fact really would've been humorous, if it wasn't absolutely terrifying right now. the things you were stalking were now stalking the halls for you.
so, here you were, in the darkened arcade, crouching in a corner, sandwiched between the walls and an unplugged game machine. you clasped your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, hearing large footsteps approaching.
don't make noise. don't move. don't even think of it. you watch as it passes, scanning the area for any sort of trouble. the silhouette of the animatronic is far enough to be blurry, but it would definitely notice you if you made any rash decisions. you count in your head mentally, making sure to wait until the coast is clear.
one. two… three… four. five. uh… six?... nothing— …nothing seems to be happening. oh fuck okay wait it turned around— go time! you thought to yourself. impatience was a vice. you’d come to realize that soon.
you slowly get up, elbows and knees awkwardly knocking against the wall and arcade machine noisily as you stand.
that's when you see a large figure slowly turn back around— no doubt, due to your loud attempt at getting out of your stupid hiding spot. your eyes widen in horror, trying to figure out which one it was, and if it had really seen you.
the large animatronic gator, you soon recognized, in fact did see you! it was rapidly heading your way after all.
squeezing out your hiding spot, you book it, making sure to try and get away as far as you possibly can— but it's no use.
fazbear entertainment made these things fast as fuck.
you find yourself backed into a wall, being stared down by an animatronic gator who looks like he's restraining himself from ripping you to shreds on the spot. you back into the wall, trembling.
his eyes scan you— and there's sudden recognition. unfortunately, it doesn't seem like a good thing, considering how he just seems to become more agitated by your presence.
he snarls, bearing his teeth at you. the razor sharp quality of the metal in his mouth make you wonder why this animatronic is allowed to be in an entertainment place for kids.
"you've got a lot of nerve, runt."
you stare like a deer in headlights. you didn’t run. you didn't move. your panic completely freezes you over, brain too busy thinking of a way to get out of this, to leave this place alive.
a claw lifts you up by the collar of your shirt, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"shit— no, no, no, please ‘m sorry—" your voice is shaking as you desperately search for the words to explain yourself. or at least get out of the situation you’re in. you thrash in his grasp to no avail.
it's all beginning to feel very humiliating. you wasted all this time for nothing. you weren't any detective. just someone with too much time. now, you'd probably die as a random, faceless, nobody who spent too much time at an entertainment center that catered to children's birthday parties.
at least you thought this cause of death was somewhat funny. despite how pathetic it was.
still, everything in your head was urging you to stay alive. even for a few minutes difference.
and suddenly, fight or flight weren't the only options you had anymore. a third one, scintillating and enticing, had graced your thoughts like an angel descending from the heavens.
lying.
"i just— i know it's weird and i shouldn't have trespassed, but i needed to talk to you after hours—" you ramble, your efforts feeling more futile as he lifts you closer, as if to eat you alive. you steel yourself.
"i just need to ask you about bonnie."
the gator goes unnaturally still at your words.
and then it ends here because nothing else was written. where was this gonna go? guess we'll never know. i don't remember where this was going either (。_。)
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop
author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p
but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs
if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.
maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.
the customers are another story.
sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.
“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”
while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.
“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.
at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.
his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.
you shake your head.
“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.
much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”
you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.
“my job.”
“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.
“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”
you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.
sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.
go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.
“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”
“language.” he chides.
“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.
“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”
the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.
“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.
“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”
“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.
you groan and manage to shove his arm away.
“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.
“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”
with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.
and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.
“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.
“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.
“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”
sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”
something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.
you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.
meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?
Can I request a Jonathan ohnn or Spot fic with a one bed trope. I need some fluff with this dude
one bed.
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited asf, reader and johnathan are awkward, pre-collider, it's silly, fluff (???), I ACC LOVE THIS TROPE... FORCE THE PROXIMITY!!! 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. the spot/johnathan ohnn
author's note: YES!!! tried 2 write with less story and more,, headcanon-y cuz im low on brain juice,,, so sorry!!! o(ˉ▽ˉ；)ブ
▸ whatever scenario has brought you to the situation you are now in, he will adamantly refuse when you offer to sleep on the floor, too concerned for your comfort to let you do such a thing for him.
will NOT suggest that the two you share the bed though. not outright at least.....
▸ will kinda look at you for a moment like "ohhh whatever shall we dooooo?" like boy,,,, ur UNSUBTLE.
▸ when you suggest it (trying to find a compromise where both of are comfortable), he's not quick to accept. yes, he wants to SAY YES, but he'll act apprehensive about it, just so he doesn't seem too eager.
doesn't wanna make it off-putting to you or make you feel uncomfortable, so he'll act like he need to think about for a bit. asks you a few hundred times if you're really okay with it.
the minute he does agree, he instantly promises you plenty of space, as much blanket as you want– and will even set up a pillow barrier.
▸ "dude."
"hm?" he's halfway to organizing the extra pillows to divide his space on the bed from yours. he seems determined with the task at hand, not even looking up at you when you speak.
you're unsure whether to sigh or laugh at his antics. "don't overthink it, johnathan. it's fine."
his shoulders visibly relax at the assertion that you're okay with it. he glances up, sheepishly meeting your eyes. "oh... yeah- yeah, you're right. sorry. hold on."
a light chuckle escapes your lips, as you help him rearrange the pillows, tearing down the barrier. "nah. it's okay."
your hands brush as you both reach for the same pillow and he looks up at you biting the inside of his cheek and desperately trying to Act Normal
▸ once you've both gotten ready and are actually in bed, you can FEEL the tension in the room. it's a horrible silence where both of you are holding your breath, waiting for the other to say something.
you're lying on your side, facing away from him, while johnathan lies on his back. he's praying you can't hear the loud pounding of his heart.
you can't. you're too occupied being anxious about whether he notices you're practically vibrating out of sheer nervousness.
▸ eventually, you feel his gaze on the back of you head and decide to break the silence.
"...you uh... comfortable?" you mutter over to him, not turning around.
he nods, thoughtless, forgetting you aren't exactly facing him. "you?"
you're unsure of what to say. the answer is a loud, honest, and resounding "no," and not because of him– not really– but because man, this would be a lot more comfortable if you weren't afraid to accidentally brush against each other's shoulders.
it would definitely prevent you from falling off the bed- which you were almost guaranteed to do in this position.
your silence is enough for him.
"you can move in closer. if you want. not- not if you don't want to, of course. just for your sake. you're practically clinging to the edge."
"yeah, no shit."
▸ as you shift closer to him– much closer than he expected, he shuts his eyes.
"okay so... goodnight."
your eyes flutter shut as well, murmuring a "goodnight" in response under your breath.
-
waking up is easily the worst part.
the golden rays of sun spill through the gap between the curtains and you groan, about to turn over and bury your face in the pillow.
you begin your attempt– but then freeze, realizing his arms are wrapped around you and his cheek is smushed against your shoulder.
he probably isn't the only one who moved in his sleep, considering you're comfortably nestled against his side.
this snaps you almost wide awake, unsure of what to do as you lay as still as possible, trying not to wake him up.
part of you wants to save him the embarrassment and just gently nudge him off of you and wake up later to pretend like nothing happened– but he stirs in his sleep as you make an attempt to gently move his arm. you feel your jaw tense– but as he settles back into full unconsciousness, you let out a small breath of relief.
silently, you held a hope that maybe he'd move on his own if given enough time.
...
any minute now.
... ...
any minute now.
oop– he shifted!! and...
okay, still no.
... ... ... this is getting tedious. you're heart is racing like you're watching a horror movie, waiting for a jumpscare to occur.
instead, he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder.
great.
▸ you settle on accepting your fate, attempting to fall back asleep. then, when he wakes up– he'll deal with the embarrassment of the whole thing himself! you'll just move on like this whole thing never even happened, and things will be fine.
yeah. right.
▸ you do in fact, manage to fall asleep again.
you don't... wake up in time after that. in fact, it's well past the time you're supposed to wake up when you're nudged from your peaceful state.
"helloo?... hey," johnathan says your name, in a way where you can tell he's trying to be sweet in order not to invoke any morning wrath, "time to get up."
he shakes your shoulder gently. you groan, suppressing the urge to toss the pillow you're resting on in his face.
except you open your eyes and realize you are in fact– surprise, surprise– not sleeping on a pillow. your head had been rested on his arm. when this happened, you don't know.
"please? i–" johnathan pauses, moving his fingers as if to check if they were still working "...wow, that– that is numb. i actually can't feel my arm anymore."
you immediately shoot up, sitting upright in the bed, mortified.
"i'm so sorry." you sputter, your face getting hotter by the minute. he shakes his head, trying to find words to say.
"no, no, no! you looked comfortable, i didn't want to wake you up, i should be sorry."
none of you are discussing the fact that you two were just cuddling. might as well be kissing the homies gn smh /j
you try not to think about it as he buys you breakfast as an indirect apology for the little incident. part of you thinks it's great to get possibly the most comfortable sleep in your life and then wake up to a free breakfast.
the more rational part of you is completely and utterly humiliated.
but a teeny tiny voice in your brain says maybe you wouldn't have minded if it happened again,,, even without the free breakfast part
as for johnathan? he's secretly hoping there won't ever be enough beds for the two of you ever again.
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, very possibly ooc (my first time writing for cod), civilian reader or whatever itz never explicitly mentioned, fluff (?), angst (?), no onions no pickles idfk what is what 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. simon "ghost" riley
author's note: first part in a series!! abt cod men!!! even tho im in my era where i am OBSESSED w/ price and gaz,,, here's sumn for this guy. love him ヾ(^▽^*))) gaz one coming in second tho becuz i am so so biased. sidenote!!..!!..!...!... oops. been using the en dash instead of the em dash. can u tell i never edit yeah
ALSOALSOALSO!!!! my sib @bug-bites got pre-read on this and i jus wanna say all acts of physical affection can still be interpreted as platonic!!! kiss ur homies!!!!
[ anything - adrianne lenker ]
"you held me the whole way through / when I couldn't say the words like you"
↳ it's not a secret that simon doesn't often communicate his affection for you verbally. and no, he certainly doesn't neglect telling you he loves you. he's not cold towards you, not at all— you've both simply become comfortable with the fact that he expresses his feelings by other means. he'd rather it be this way. (simon "ghost" "acts of service" riley is my reality). actions always speak louder than words, don't they?
but fucking hell— everything about the way you love him is loud, making his heart beat so hard that it's practically deafening. and so, he's grateful for your patience as he slowly begins to open up more to you. how you hold him close after whispering a quiet "i love you" to him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple as you utter the words. it's heaven. he feels the words just on the tip of his tongue, ready to reciprocate what you've told him, ready to tell you what's been on his mind every time he sees your face— but he hesitates. and you notice. of course you do. you just keep holding him close.
"i was scared _____ but I wanted to"
↳ it's almost embarrassing to say how much time it takes for him to get the words out no matter what relationship you share with him. he knows you've always waited. always smiled at him sweetly when he isn't able to get the words out his mouth. it almost kills him to see just how patient you are. he hates to keep you out of all people waiting on him. it's astounding how you never seem to lose hope.
"it's worth it." you had told him one early morning, leaning against the counter as you watched him prepare tea for the two of you. "you're worth it."
simon just glances over at you, chuckling a bit at your words.
he makes your tea just how you like it. (i love you).
he sets them down at the kitchen table and takes you hand, pulling out a chair so you can sit beside him. (i love you).
and as simon listens to you talk , rambling about whatever's going on in that head of yours, he looks at you like there is nothing more precious in this entire world. (i love you, i love you, i love you).
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, very possibly ooc (my first time writing for cod), civilian reader, pet name (baby) used like... once?? gaz the typa guy to use "babe" and "baby" i dont make the rules. dk whether this is fluff or angst but oh boy is it sumn!!!! 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. kyle "gaz" garrick
author's note: the entire first draft deleted itself and i nearly chose to do the same. SLASH JAY!!!! errmmmm (*´ｰ｀)ゞ anyways!!!! i love gaz so so much. this Specific lyric bro. itz so him. i've had this in my brain for too long. I STG I WAS COOKING W/ THE OG ONE BUT I DELETD THAT DRAFT AND NOW IT'S MID o(≧口≦)o !!!!! apologies. many. trust i'll come up w/ sumn better when i am not succumbing to whatever ailment has me rn,,,, <//3 im sick
[ simulation swarm - big thief ]
"i wanna drop my arms and take your arms / and walk you to the shore"
↳ gaz had woken up about half an hour ago. unlike usual, however, he was making absolutely no effort to get up from the bed and start the day early.
"just a few minutes” is what you claimed it would be when you asked him to stay in bed a for a while. it was also completely bullshit. you both knew that much. it had been much longer than “just a few minutes” since then– yet, there were no protests from him, holding you tight as if he never intended on letting go.
even if kyle had wanted to get up (and like hell he would), he figured it was almost impossible to say no to you. after coming back from a particularly long deployment which had left you with minimal contact to him, he figured the least he could do was indulge you in your simple requests now that he was back. staying in bed where it was warm and comfortable was easy enough anyways.
you were practically laying on top of him, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, one of his arms around your waist, holding you close against him. his free hand had found its way to the small of your back, as he idly traced shapes against the fabric of your shirt–
his shirt, actually. you had taken a liking to stealing his clothing and kyle's closet began slowly merging with your own ever since. at this point, it was hard to tell who’s clothes were who’s. not like he minded.
"kyle?” you mumbled sleepily, lips moving against his skin as you speak. his heart fluttered at your voice.
“yes?”
a beat of silence.
“nothing.” you shifted your position, moving to rest your head against his shoulder, cheek pressed against it as you look up at him. “it’s stupid, really but– i missed you more than i thought i would... guess i was worried about you."
his eyes met yours, gazing down at you sweetly. he paused to think for a moment, giving you a wistful smile before pressing a little kiss to your forehead. he thinks a moment before replying.
"i missed you too, baby. so much." though his voice is adoring and gentle as ever, a soft sorrow which your tired mind can't quite discern resided in the words.
kyle had always accepted danger which his job entailed, even used to the physically and mentally demanding aspects. but ever since you arrived his life, he found himself absolutely despising the anxiety that his job caused you when he was away. you both had to come to terms with the fact that this was just the way things would be for the both of you. he hated that. he hated knowing you would be forced to reconcile with the fact there might be a day where he doesn't come back to you.
deep in his heart, he knew that if you were more selfish– if you would just ask him to quit his job to live a quiet life with you– his answer wouldn't be no.
he'd never verbalize it, but he was almost certain he'd drop it all if you asked him to. sometimes he secretly wished that you would. but you never did. you remained understanding, taking all the anxiety you felt when he was away if it meant that you could still be with him. how could he ever repay something like that?
this was the ache and blessing which he carried the minute you insisted on loving him.
he didn't dare tell you this now. the moment would've certainly be ruined if he had. besides, he figured you had been laden with enough– and he didn't want to spoil this perfect morning. instead, he took the opportunity to pepper as many kisses on your face he can before you eventually laugh and gently push him away.
and that smile of yours, brighter than the morning sun– it just reminded him that he really would do anything for you.
can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3
perfect.
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」
「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」
↳ ft. johnathan ohnn
author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D
▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!
▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.
well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are
he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too
▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.
thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.
ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]
this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.
you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you
▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!
"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.
this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything
"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"
you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.
"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.
he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"
"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]
he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.
"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.
def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.
▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.
dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.
"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓
this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.
"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.
"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.
you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.
with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."
GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing
-
"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."
the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.
it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."
your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.
"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."
he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.
"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.
"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."
"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.
"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"
johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.
"well thank you."
he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."
"johnny?"
"hm?..."
you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.
"what? what's so funny?" he asks.
"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."
he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.
and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.
there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."
▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.
no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.
after all, how do you love someone so perfect?
he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right
the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.
johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.
"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.
"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.
opening my reqs!! only taking three rn (atsv) but yea !!! ^_^ updates will b a little slow but the more specific, the faster!!! (☆-ｖ-)
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overachiever
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, burnout, reader also attends visions academy, reader is trying so so hard to not be mean and fails (im so sorry), one-sided academic rivalry, author doesn't know how american schools work (i am so so sorry), comfort (?) 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3」
↳ ft. miles morales (1610)
author's note: YES I CAN!!! however,, i put a lil twist on the prompt given and made it academic rivalry (i genuinely cant find a viable reason to beef w/ miles i am so sorry (-﹏-；) !!) anyways! hope this works with you!!! soz itz so short!!! :[[
"wow," your friend's eyes light up, scanning over your test results, "...you've gotta be like, the smartest person i know."
you laugh politely, smiling at them as they hand your paper back. "no, it's really not that big of a deal–"
"what do you mean 'not that big of a deal?! dude, you got 100% on a test most people failed." your friend shoves their paper in your face as evidence– a 57% in red on theirs. "that's like... the highest grade achievable. probably the highest in cla–"
"THIS GUY GOT A 101%!"
everyone turns to the voice– the loud kid who sat behind miles eyeing his test.
you blinked in disbelief. you didn't even know getting extra credit was possible on this one.
miles looked up at the faces of his staring peers faces filled with disbelief and slight annoyance, and fumbled to set his test face down on his desk. he flashed an awkward grin "uh... yeah?"
-
▸ you liked miles. he was friendly. sweet. genuine. you couldn't hate him if you wanted to. no, you didn't feel hate towards him. it was just... jealousy. simple, petty, burning jealousy.
▸ visions academy was something you had to work your ass off for, constantly studying just to stay on the level of the students who attended. NERDS. all of them were nerds. but you were attending this school too sooo,,,
and then there was miles. someone who barely even had to try to get the highest grades. he had you seething.
▸ the most humiliating part was the fact that he had little to no interest in competing with you at all. the few times you had spoken were awkward and curt on your end, and yes– it felt awful being so mean for something as small as personal resentment.
▸ nothing justified your one word responses or the accidental snark that would slip into those few words. you mentally kicked yourself for the times you watched his grin falter because of something you said, miles awkwardly trying to laugh off whatever cold remark you just shot at him.
he'd walk away, dejected, and you'd stand there for a moment– frozen as you fought the urge to run up to him and try to explain yourself or beg for forgiveness. it didn't make sense to at this point. maybe he'd just accept this was the way you were– the way things would be between you two.
▸ so yes, perhaps in your pursuit of favouring school over every other aspect of your life, your social skills were left rotting and underdeveloped. but you knew, deep down, it wasn't just you being awkward.
being around him made you feel small. talking to someone, radiating the aura of someone with a promise-filled future made you look completely directionless and clueless in comparison. the effort you put into your academics was almost repulsive to think about when miles could take a test with a blindfold on and probably still score 90s.
maybe it was the deep set fear that you'd never amount to anything if you didn't burn yourself out trying. all of a sudden, the academic validation of being good wasn't enough. not when you were one of the best once.
▸ you spent an absurd amount of time trying to avoid him, deliberately moving to the furthest corners of the library so he wouldn't see you there struggling to wrap your head around whatever you were being taught in physics.
heavens above forbid that he walk up to you, greeting you with that sunny smile and cheerful voice that could make anyone falter. you may have been jealous of him– but oh, how you hated that feeling that way when he nothing but well-meaning.
-
the last sip of your coffee– long cooled by now thanks thermodynamics– did nothing to make you feel less dead. you had lost track of the time you had spent practically decomposing in this library, studying for an upcoming physics test that had you reeling just by the mere thought of it.
you sighed, staring at the papers strewn on the desk. your hands fidgeted with the pencil in your hand, it's eraser and tip rendered flat and useless by now, as you tried to muster the energy to gather your things to leave. it was much too late. the library would be closed soon and you'd be forced to go back home to study at your own desk in your bedroom.
this was routine. go to school, study in the library until it gets dark, and go home to study more– the next day, you'd find yourself still awake and studying or with a headache, your cheek pressed to the desk, and drool on your notebook. yeah. your bed hasn't been used in a solid while. and science homework isn't exactly the comfiest pillow. but this is what you were used to.
standing up, you stretched out a bit– and immediately froze as a familiar voice called your name. you paused, reluctantly turning to the source of the voice.
"...god, morales–" you huffed, "you nearly scared me half to death."
this is the friendliest you've been towards him in a while, he notices, as you flash him a tiny, crooked smile on your tired face. all potential malice you could have held had been beaten out by your absolute lack of energy.
he approaches you and looks at your desk, considering what to say to fill the silent air. he places a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen–
"hey." miles flashes a grin, not his signature smile but,, somewhat of a forced smolder.
you stare and resist the urge to cringe, wondering if you were sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. you gently brush his hand off your shoulder.
"...hi?" you respond, unsure of what to do.
miles is snapped out of whatever stupid trance he was in by your voice.
"oh– uh– yeah, hey," he repeats your name again, trying to recover from whatever that was, "is– is everything okay?"
"i could ask you the same thing."
he lets out a little chuckle. "you know what i mean. all... this." miles' hand gestures vaguely to your desk and current state of complete entropy. "how long have you been here?"
you avert your gaze, shame burning in your face. "i... don't know?"
a pause.
miles places a hand on your back this time, in an attempt of friendly comfort. geez, are they keeping you locked in here?" he quips, earning half of a dry laugh from you. "c'mon. you should probably get home and rest by now."
"but–" your lips part in protest, looking back up at him to argue– but he just looks back, concern filled in his dark doe-like eyes. all possibilities of fighting him on this were out the window.
"you need it." he insists, a gentle smile forming on his face. much better than the weird smoulder from earlier, you think. "i'll even walk you there."
before you can speak up, he moves away from you, beginning to help you gather up your things to pack up. you mumble a silent thank you to him, which he accepts happily with a nod.
as he hands over the papers, his eyes scan them. "oh! physics? i love physics."
"no shit, morales." you scoff, snatching up the papers from him and stuffing them in your bag. "it sure seems to love you."
yet again, you've managed to mess things up. you bite the inside of your cheek before you can say anything worse. a sigh escapes your lips, as you decide to at least try and save the interaction.
"look... i'm really sorry. it's been a rough day, i've been struggling to get the concepts down, i'm falling behind and feeling stupid as hell right now, and– to make everything worse, the fucking test is just stressing me out and i just– i just..." you trail off from your ramblings, a sob getting caught in your throat as your shaky hands grip your backpack.
"woah, woah, hey– it's okay."
he slowly puts an arm around your shoulder, careful not to startle you or make you uncomfortable. you don't even realize how you lean into him. "let's just get you home. you've done your best, yeah?"
you nod. he offers you a little smile.
"exactly. and that's enough. okay? you're doing more than you can handle right now." there's a few more shared words as he reassures you.
part of him wonders how long this had been going on– how long you had been working yourself until you broke– mainly because that test that was stressing you out was more than a week away. yeah. he'd need to convince you to watch after yourself more often.
-
"and now a silly one!!!" (more lighthearted hcs below for the aftermath of this becuz goodness me.)
▸ things definitely ease up around miles. if he can't convince you to step away from your work, he's chosen to be able to regulate it.
studying with him in a local cafe is now a frequent thing you two do together. miles always gives you time to work, but will then ever so subtly lure you into moving on from your work to hang out with him normally. and it works. every single time. you might start in the library or cafe, but where you'll be later? always a mystery.
whether it's a walk in the park, going back to his place to chat, or finding some random activity to do, you find yourself bonding with him more and more. your jealousy begins to fade, finding a friend in him instead of someone you have to one up.
▸ you both spontaneously decided to see a new horror movie once and accidentally got miles in trouble with his parents for coming home after curfew. and he'd 100% do it again in a heartbeat if you asked.
▸ no matter what you get on that next test, miles is going to congratulate you like it's the best he's ever seen. he's overjoyed to share your achievements, to celebrate them like no one in your life ever has.
miles holds up his test as you tell him your grade. "you got a 92? hey look– me too!"
a snarky voice speaks up, "well, i got a 98% so–"
"no one was talking to you." miles retorts.
you press a hand to your mouth and look away, trying to stifle laughter. was he always this sassy or did you just end up rubbing off on him?
▸ you both end up being extra studious for the next test (breaks included this time) and he's sure to be extra loud about congratulating you for your perfect 100%
maybe the sass wasn't all you,,, but the minor pettiness definitely is your influence. it's actually not. miles is pretty easygoing,, but man did he not like when that random ass kid gave you attitude.
you smile at miles, ensuring to do the same for him if not, a little louder
"what? 'm complimenting you." you tilt your head at miles' stunned expression.
for a moment, he stumbles over his words. "i know– you just– i didn't expect that from you, so–"
you laugh. "what? you want me to go back to being mean or something?"
miles laughs too. it's hard not to stare at the way he lights up a room like this.
▸ things feel lighter now. you've made social progress with others, you have a life beyond just school– and you have miles. part of you wonders if you'll ever be able to tell him just how much he means to you and how you wish you could've just been his friend from the start.
sometimes, in the corner of his eye, he catches your wistful stare. and though he doesn't utter a single word, you start to feel that he cherishes you just as much.
Could you write something about hanahaki disease with Johnathon ohnn? (Could end in angst or fluff either is good :3) no rush ofc, i love your work!!!
choking on flowers.
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, OOC, interpretation of hanahaki may be slightly diff (i haven't heard of this trope thing in a hot min ngl so im not the Greatest With This), pre-collider even though his holes generating flowers is a silly thought which i giggled abt while writing this, present/past tenses are fucked up cuz i changed formatting halfway, angst?? 」
author's note: THANK U SMMM!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ lowkey 4got thiz thing existed lolz,, and while hanahaki aus are no longer My Thing, i wud b lying if i told u i didn't eat hanahaki ficz up in middle school ＞︿＜!! sooo,, here we go!!! hopefully this is ok,, many apologies for how short it iz aauwgwhwh
this is the third time you've called him today, trying to reach out. the first two times, he had thought he was strong enough to ignore you.
he was wrong. the minute his phone rang out that third time, he practically scrambled over to it just to answer. pathetic.
"you haven't been at work for what,,, almost two weeks now?"
the concern in your voice makes johnathan want to keel over dead instantly– not like he's far from it anyways. he pulls his phone away as he lets out a weak cough. you barely hear it from your end of the call.
"...sick." is all he manages to rasp out, his sore throat preventing him from speaking further. even if he could manage to talk more, he wouldn't know what else to say. how would he tell you? the call ends prematurely. you know you're not going to get more out of him, and he knows that it's better to keep you in the dark about his situation.
to tell you about how his unrequited feelings have manifested into something much more than both of you can handle was completely and absolutely out of the question. how was he supposed to explain he had been coughing up your favourite flowers? johnathan would rather let it kill him.
not only was he humiliated by the sheer intensity of his yearning– he knew you'd end up feeling guilty about it. yet, a part of his heart ached, wishing that he was selfish enough to tell you. maybe seeing you cry over him would give him some semblance of love.
that was an awful thought. he promptly pushed it aside. he'd never want to make you cry.
he could only laugh at how frustrating his situation is. it was inescapable, his fate inevitable and ever nearing– and no one to tell.
he had never felt so alone.
at least i'll have flowers for my funeral, he thought in the deafening silence of his home, finding the energy to let out a weak chuckle over the thought.
–
a few days after the call, his phone buzzed, receiving a text from you:
i'm coming over'
straightforward, at least.
'what if you get sick?' he messages back, trying to generate excuses to keep you away.
you reply swiftly, before he can come up with anything else, unswayed by the idea of potentially catching his illness which, unbeknownst to you, wasn't really transferable anyways. 'we'll wear masks then. omw.'
lovely. you were stubborn as ever. at least you gave him a heads up.
he noticed you made no attempt to keep your distance from him as you dropped off his little care package.
all neatly put into a little basket was some fresh fruit you had insisted he needed, as you rambled over the importance of vitamin c and immune health, a sweet little card filled with "get better soon"s filled by his coworkers at alchemax most of which he knew probably didn't really care all that much, a few packages of cough drops you had been a sweetheart to actually choose ones which had bearable flavours, a blanket, a few snacks, and... flowers.
if you had known exactly what illness, he doubted this choice would have been made. he stared at them silently, finding some sort of humor in the mortifying irony.
-
you said an awkward goodbye at his door, about to turn around and head off– before hesitating for a second.
"johnathan?" the way you looked at him, eyes filled with tenderness and worry– maybe it wasn't so bad after all, for you to be the death of him.
"...yeah?"
you didn't say anything further, instead, choosing to communicate through impulsively squeezing him into a tight hug.
you pull away just as quick as it had happened, yet the warmth of your embrace lingered a little longer, even as you headed out the door. something about you caring so much made it hurt more.
johnathan wondered why you even cared, why you were so persistent about looking out for him– knowing that he'd end up watching you slip away from him again, leaving an ache in his heart nothing could remedy.
he couldn't blame you. not sweet, kind, thoughtful you. he was the idiot, the careless fool who yearned for something he couldn't have.
Could you write something about hanahaki disease with Johnathon ohnn? (Could end in angst or fluff either is good :3) no rush ofc, i love your work!!!
choking on flowers.
「 tws + notes: open ended ending, implications/mentions of death (but no Actual Death), unedited, OOC, interpretation of hanahaki may be slightly diff (i haven't heard of this trope thing in a hot min ngl so im not the Greatest With This), pre-collider even though his holes generating flowers is a silly thought which i giggled abt while writing this, present/past tenses are fucked up cuz i changed formatting halfway, angst?? 」
author's note: THANK U SMMM!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ lowkey 4got thiz thing existed lolz,, and while hanahaki aus are no longer My Thing, i wud b lying if i told u i didn't eat hanahaki ficz up in middle school ＞︿＜!! sooo,, here we go!!! hopefully this is ok,, many apologies for how short it iz aauwgwhwh
this is the third time you've called him today, trying to reach out. the first two times, he had thought he was strong enough to ignore you.
he was wrong. the minute his phone rang out that third time, he practically scrambled over to it just to answer. pathetic.
"you haven't been at work for what,,, almost two weeks now?"
the concern in your voice makes johnathan want to keel over dead instantly– not like he's far from it anyways. he pulls his phone away as he lets out a weak cough. you barely hear it from your end of the call.
"...sick." is all he manages to rasp out, his sore throat preventing him from speaking further. even if he could manage to talk more, he wouldn't know what else to say. how would he tell you? the call ends prematurely. you know you're not going to get more out of him, and he knows that it's better to keep you in the dark about his situation.
to tell you about how his unrequited feelings have manifested into something much more than both of you can handle was completely and absolutely out of the question. how was he supposed to explain he had been coughing up your favourite flowers? johnathan would rather let it kill him.
not only was he humiliated by the sheer intensity of his yearning– he knew you'd end up feeling guilty about it. yet, a part of his heart ached, wishing that he was selfish enough to tell you. maybe seeing you cry over him would give him some semblance of love.
that was an awful thought. he promptly pushed it aside. he'd never want to make you cry.
he could only laugh at how frustrating his situation is. it was inescapable, his fate inevitable and ever nearing– and no one to tell.
he had never felt so alone.
at least i'll have flowers for my funeral, he thought in the deafening silence of his home, finding the energy to let out a weak chuckle over the thought.
–
a few days after the call, his phone buzzed, receiving a text from you:
i'm coming over'
straightforward, at least.
'what if you get sick?' he messages back, trying to generate excuses to keep you away.
you reply swiftly, before he can come up with anything else, unswayed by the idea of potentially catching his illness which, unbeknownst to you, wasn't really transferable anyways. 'we'll wear masks then. omw.'
lovely. you were stubborn as ever. at least you gave him a heads up.
he noticed you made no attempt to keep your distance from him as you dropped off his little care package.
all neatly put into a little basket was some fresh fruit you had insisted he needed, as you rambled over the importance of vitamin c and immune health, a sweet little card filled with "get better soon"s filled by his coworkers at alchemax most of which he knew probably didn't really care all that much, a few packages of cough drops you had been a sweetheart to actually choose ones which had bearable flavours, a blanket, a few snacks, and... flowers.
if you had known exactly what illness, he doubted this choice would have been made. he stared at them silently, finding some sort of humor in the mortifying irony.
-
you said an awkward goodbye at his door, about to turn around and head off– before hesitating for a second.
"johnathan?" the way you looked at him, eyes filled with tenderness and worry– maybe it wasn't so bad after all, for you to be the death of him.
"...yeah?"
you didn't say anything further, instead, choosing to communicate through impulsively squeezing him into a tight hug.
you pull away just as quick as it had happened, yet the warmth of your embrace lingered a little longer, even as you headed out the door. something about you caring so much made it hurt more.
johnathan wondered why you even cared, why you were so persistent about looking out for him– knowing that he'd end up watching you slip away from him again, leaving an ache in his heart nothing could remedy.
he couldn't blame you. not sweet, kind, thoughtful you. he was the idiot, the careless fool who yearned for something he couldn't have.
hai… may i have some romantic n fluffy webslinger x reader hcs please? thank u!!
cowboys n' kisses
tw: brief mentions of the cowboy hat rule (nothing suggestive or nsfw) but other than that, nothin!
pairing: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara x gn!reader
characters: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara
authors note: yes ofc!! sorry this took so long for me to finish but i hope you enjoy!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
it doesn't matter how you identify in terms of gender, this man is going to call you partner
he absolutely LOVES seeing you wear his hat. its not even related to the cowboy hat rule (he, in my opinion, could not care less about it) he just likes seeing you wear his things, you look a little silly but he adores it
you know how some people do the little guess who thing and cover your eyes from behind? he does that but uses his hat instead of his hands
if you're dating him you're going to learn how to ride a horse.
no literally this isn't an innuendo, like he forces you to learn.
him and widow literally have a telepathic connection, you are going to get along with this man's horse if you intend on staying with him
dont worry though!! he is going to be with you the entire time, right behind you, hands holding yours as you clutch onto the reins or holding your waist
if you're like me and you are lowkey terrified of horses he would be constantly reassuring you
"i gotcha darlin', just hold onto the reins like that- there you go. see you're a natural at this"
"i literally have nearly fell half a dozen times."
"still better than my first time"
he's lying. this man came out the womb with the ability to ride a horse like nobody's business
but he loves going on late night rides with you, could spend hours listening to you, as you and him and widow, cant forget her wander around under the stars
he's a sucker for old timey nicknames like honey, darlin', sweetheart, that sort of thing!
greets you with a forehead and always makes sure to say goodbye with a forehead kiss
actually he just loves giving you forehead kisses. out of nowhere sometimes he gives you a small peck on the forehead for funsies
this man loves doing finger guns and making a little "pew pew!" sound. he will not stop if you dont do it back.
