#[ just a lucky bug || ic//bumblebee ]

[zedortoo]

Headcanons, design notes and other stuff (+ height chart)

PEPPINO:

Full Nightwing, his white markings are from piebaldism, to resemble his tank top and moustache.

He can foresee the future, but only the WORST possible outcomes of events. This is one of the reasons he's so anxious.

He still runs a pizza store (I believe it was mentioned nightwings had invented at least cheese in darkstalker?? Idk it's been a while) and not much changes there.

He's smaller than the average dragon, though not by too much.

GUSTAVO AND BRICK:

Gustavo is a mud/ice hybrid and Brick is a human. Gustavo's tiny size compared to most dragons makes him the perfect size steed for Brick. Brick speaks both human and dragon, and Gustavo knows a small amount of the human language, though not much.

They work with peppino, helping him run his store.

Gustavo is FLUFFY! He can breathe fire instead of frost breath, and was also born from a blood red egg, which makes his scales fireproof, but not his fur. If he ever caught alight, it'd just make him bald for a while.

MR STICK:

Isn't laid back and happy go lucky like most rainwings. He was never invited to join their games and such when he was a child, and so he taught himself how to scam people instead of socializing.

He keeps his colours as bright as possible and always has his frills extended to intimidate people as much as he can. He never got the hang of spitting venom and can't use it as a defense.

The mark on his chest is a venom scar he got from trying to scam the wrong person (believe it or not, dragons are a lot easier to anger than humans). He also got hit near the eyes, irreversibly fucking up his eyesight which is why he wears glasses.

He's taller and slimmer than the average dragon, despite having an omnivorous diet, he always looks gaunt and underfed. That's just how he is.

PEPPERMAN:

Mud/leaf hybrid with leafspeak powers. He uses it to make sculptures from living plants and the like.

Very strong. He's friendly to almost everyone, although a bit too egotistical, but you don't want to anger him. You probably won't survive.

He's very rich, though not royal in any way. He made his money honestly (or so he claims). He also has a fair share of Animus touched objects he's collected, though most if not all have no other purpose other than being pretty.

THE VIGILANTE:

Sandwing... Well... Vigilante. Was born with a rattle instead of a venomous barb and was raised as a simple farmer boy. But after his grandfather was killed by a gang, he vowed to stop as many criminals as possible.

Picked up several scars from fighting crime, however despite being laughably tiny, and having no venom, he's not yet lost against an opponent. He's feared by law breakers and makers alike, and not even queens dare to contest him.

Spends time hanging out with Noisette and Pepperman when not fighting crime. He and Pepperman are unlikely friends, given they're almost polar opposites.

THE NOISE:

Hivewing daredevil. Is known throughout both continents for his escapades, and also because he somehow wooed the Silkwing princess into loving him.

He does have venom, however it isn't fatal, being stung will only cause the effects of a small bug bite.

He has short, velvety fuzz like that of a bumblebee, though his wings are oddly mosquito-like compared to the average Hivewing. He's also very scrawny and small for a Hivewing, which adds to his disheveled rat-like appearance. Despite this, he loves comfortably with the funds from all his insane stunts.

NOISETTE:

Silkwing princess. Despite being directly in line for the throne, she has no desire whatsoever to be queen, and much prefers baking odd foods and hanging out with Noise and Vigi.

She's a flamesilk, and uses her power to cook food and not much else. Had a very close eye kept on her when younger in case she set the kingdom alight.

She met Noise when he catapulted through her window as part of a stunt. She was enthralled by his pure dumbassery and fell in love with him almost immediately. She's the closest to being "regular" sized out of the whole lineup, as everyone else is either small or gigantic (because making massive dragons is fun)

FAKE PEPPINO:

Shoddily made statue that was Animus enchanted to come to life. Has no wings and can't fly, and was made as a way to intimidate peppino.

Is sentient and aware of his surroundings, and is conscious of the fact he's not like any other dragons, though is just happy to exist.

Made out of volcanic stone and is near impossible to kill. Even if he was broken to pieces, he'd put himself back together. Isn't actively aggressive but often forgets his own strength.

PIZZAHEAD:

Teeny tiny sand/silk animus. Has completely lost the sense of right and wrong and gone mad with power.

Was once mentored by John, who was also an animus. But when John urges Pizzahead to be careful with his powers, Pizzahead decided to curse him to turn to stone and be bound to whatever the equivalent of the tower is.

After this, his reign of terror began. Has some sort of enchanted object to turn him into Pizzaface, who's at least 3 times his size. Most of Pizzahead's wrongdoings weren't out of pure malice, rather of curiosity. Like, what if I gave this rock sentience? What if I made this guy self combust? Theory only took him so far.

PIZZAFACE:

Pizzahead's other form/alter ego, a sky/rainwing. They're the same person, however a major oversight was made when pizzahead realized he couldn't use his Animus powers when disguised.

Over three times the size of Pizzahead- absolutely massive. Has massive neck frills with eye spots on them, and uses his colour changing abilities to make shifting and frightening patterns across his scales of eyes and teeth, much like how some animals have eyespots to make predators think they're huge and dangerous. Has feather plumes on his brows, like a tropical bird.

Has venom AND fire breath. He was the guy to fuck up Mr Stick's shit after he made the mistake of scamming him.

JOHN:

Former Animus nightwing who was cursed by his student, Pizzahead. He can no longer use his powers and some of his body has turned into stone, making moving about very tedious. He's bound to the tower and if he were to leave it, or if it were to be destroyed, he'd die. He also used to be able to read minds and see the future, but his curse also took away these powers.

UNNATURALLY huge. Probably due to being alive for a very long time and also being an animus. His head alone is only a pit smaller than the average dragon.

He's perpetually grumpy (who wouldn't be if they were cursed?) And only really talks to his brother, Gerome. He spends a lot of his time sleeping because he has nothing else to do.

GEROME:

John's brother. Was never an animus, but was also cursed by Pizzahead when he tried to save his brother. He's also bound to the tower, but hasn't been turned to stone. He also has mind reading abilities that weren't taken away like his brother's.

About the size of Peppino, though his wings and tail are smaller and he's a lot spikier looking, as well as having a lot more color. This is probably because being locked in a tower for so long dulled he and his brother's iridescent scales.

Eventually he and John were rescued when Peppino took the tower down. During the time they were in the tower, Gerome and John lived for many centuries, and it's unknown if they'll age or not after their escape.

BURTON:

Seawing aristocrat. Related to the royal family and therefore has a few royal swirls on his wings, but isn't directly involved in any of it.

Outgrew his boring life (metaphorically and literally- he's giant and bumped his head on every palace doorway) when he was a young adult and decided to leave being an aristocrat behind, instead opting to move to the coast of the rainwing kingdom where he planned to live alone. This changed when he found Mr Stick washed up on shore one day with a nasty venom wound and helped nurse him back to health, and Mr Stick moved in with him. Historians will call them close friends.

He's a sweetheart. A gentle giant. Loves to spend his days admiring creatures in the tidepools and stuff and is great at making friends.

AND THAT'S IT oh my god this took a lot longer to write than I thought. If you made it this far congrats

SOMETIMES your middle school self possesses you and makes you draw your favs as gay murder dragons

(I'll also reblog this in a sec with all my design notes and rambles bc I predict I'll have a lot)

SIKEEEEE YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT BURTON?? HE WAS UNDER THE READ MORE YOU FOOLS

[tcbeamazing]

what’s the matter with misfits? that’s where we fit in!

semi-selective, oc and crossover friendly multifandom multimuse, featuring a band of misfit bots. tolerated by alexis.

RULES || MUSES || MUN

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[tcbeamazing]

Blinkblinkblink. Optics onlined and offlined and onlined again, and for once in his Pit-spawned life, Bumblebee remembered the manners his friends (Prowl) had spent way too long attempting to teach him. To be fair, it really wasn’t his fault he had a processor that never quit.

He was a little bit shellshocked at the sight of the bot in front of him, though he’d known to expect him— maybe it was the size, something between him and Prowl, with proportions to boot. Or maybe it was the disarming energy of him, evident nigh on immediately. “Scrap,” he started, and, okay, he was still working on the manners. “Forgot most ‘bots don’t stay up as late as me.” His smile was charming but faltered almost instantly, and he glanced headlong down at his pedes. “Nah, I’m not hurt.”

“Y’see, I’ve got this,” and he moved the curled arm in some form of lazy gesture, bobbing his helm once, twice, as the sentence died somewhere in his vocalizer. “..this.” He completed lamely. And he shifted an infinitesimally small weight between his servos, holding it at arms’ length. “I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue what I’m doing!” Yup, that was a sparkling, fresh and new and not very excited to be treated like a human plaything. He probably should have prefaced with an explanation as to the nature of his visit.

"Heh— heeey! Anybot in here?" The tap-tap-tap of a yellow and black servo precedes a bright little mech intruding, one arm curled awkwardly in front of him. It may not be an intrusion in the normal sense, sure, but everything about him is distinctly out of place, not to mention the way his voice is clicking in awkward stops and starts as he takes everything in.

"Hellooo-oh?" He brightens up some small amount, putting on a smirk that's a little more wobbly than it is its normal self-assured. "..I need some help, and I've heard you are good at offering it." No beating around the bush with this one. ((bee!!))

“Goodness.”

It was still early enough in the morning that the automatic lights hadn’t yet come on, and Hadeen was not set to rise for another joor or so. Usually that meant, well, neither he nor Megatron were awake yet. Megatron, Rung figured, needed all the recharge he could get.

And Rung himself was technically supposed to be on bed rest. Or at the very least, he wasn’t supposed to be getting up and about at odd times in the middle of the night.

…Still, though, he’s come to check out the noise, holding a lantern in his hands to make up for his lack of in-built headlights. It casts a soft bluish glow over everything as he lifts it up a little higher to get a good look at the mech who was shouting in the courtyard, between the toppled stone statues and the rambling rose quartz cultivations.

“Shh, my friend, before you wake the whole cohort and bring them tumbling out on us. What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

[oliviaischillin1204]

Do you take requests? If so, would you consider doing an Intruality fic? Both as switches, preferably, but i just think it’s a really underrated and cute ship, and you’d do such a good job at it

the one where Remus bugs Patton

Pairings: Romantic Intruality

Word Count: 2,661 words

Warnings: references to bugs being used to tickle the lee-- no actual bugs are involved, but there’s a lot of talk about them

ok. this has been a WIP since May 30, 2020, so if it feels disjointed... that’s why lmao. ALSO i’m using this as a response for a prompt from September 17, 2020, which was not my plan, but hey, why not! 

also, please don’t comment about how long it’s taking me to write again, even as a joke. thank you!

It’s one of Patton’s favorite games to play with Remus.

Well, it’s not really a game, technically, because they both end up as winners, in Patton’s opinion. Whenever either of them wants some affection, they just have to go up to the other and request whatever kind of kiss they want. Sweet one, gross one, funny one-- part of the fun was coming up with increasingly random kiss requests, and seeing what the other one would respond with.

It was especially fun to play their game in front of other people (whose reactions range from overdramatic catcalling to overdramatic gagging), but then there were moments like this-- late at night, cuddled together in Patton’s bed, perfectly comfy and warm and content-- that it was just another way for the two of them to shower each of in love.

“Quick one?” Patton asked quietly, not wanting to break the calm spell they’d found. Remus immediately responsed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Patton’s lips. Even that short touch felt electric to Patton, and he squirmed his legs happily at the feeling.

“Slow one,” Remus requested next, wrapping Patton even tighter in his arms. Patton smiled, tilting his head upwards and recapturing his boyfriend’s lips in a deep kiss. He could feel Remus’ smile against him, his hand coming up to brush through Patton’s hair.

The kiss left Patton feeling a little lightheaded, but that certainly didn’t stop him from continuing the game.

“Soft one.”

The two connected again, their lips just barely grazing each other before coming together in a gentle touch. It stayed like that for an indeterminate amount of time, and Patton thought there was no better feeling in the world than Remus’ warmth against him.

They pulled back, and Patton sighed happily, gazing up at Remus with a content gaze.

Remus’ eyes gleamed. “Sexy one!”

Patton blushed. He sighed fondly, but he still craned his head around to better face his boyfriend. The two shared a just-this-side-of-decent kiss before they pulled away, Patton giving Remus’ lower lip a quick nip as they parted.

“You always ask for that one,” he said, hoping his flustered state wasn’t too noticeable.

Judging from the way Remus’ smile turned teasing, he wasn’t so lucky. “Only because you blush so pretty when I do, creampuff!”

Patton giggled, turning away to hide his deepening blush. “Oh, hush, you--”

“What? It’s true, dumpling! It makes you look sweeter than candy! And you taste better, too.”

“Shush!” Patton insisted, bapping Remus’ chest and fighting the urge to hide his face in his hands. Remus merely laughed, shifting a little so he could hold Patton with his back against Remus’ chest.

“You’re blushing ‘cause it’s true,” he crooned in Patton’s ear. The moral side huffed a giggle at his boyfriend’s antics. He turned to give him the stinkeye.

“Meanie.”

Remus shrugged. “You gonna take your turn, or what?”

Patton humphed, but as he watched Remus smile in profile, he got a new idea into his head.

“Butterfly kiss!”

He craned his head to the side, getting as close to Remus’ face as possible, and rapidly fluttered his eyelashes against his cheek.

Immediately Remus squeaked, jerking his head away. He shot Patton a wide-eyed look.

“What the-- what? Butterfly what?”

Patto blinked, surprised by Remus’ confusion. “A butterfly kiss?”

Remus quirked his head at him. “Do... butterflies kiss people?”

A beat, and then an amused laugh escaped Patton’s lips. “Oh my goodness, you’re adorable.” He caught one of Remus’ hands in his own, and slowly lifted it up to his face.

“This is a butterfly kiss.”

Patton quickly fluttered his eyes against the back of Remus’ hand, gently grazing his eyelashes along the skin. Remus’ fingers twitched on reflex, but he seemed to be trying to stay as still as possible.

“Who the hell came up with that?”

Patton shrugged, kissing the back of Remus’ hand before dropping it. “I don’t know, butterfly scientists? I think it’s just because it tickles a little.”

Remus hummed noncommitally, and Patton let the comfortable silence overtake them again. He was only slightly surprised a few minutes later when Remus announced, “My turn!”

Patton smiled, sitting up slightly in Remus’ grasp. “Ready!”

“Bumblebee kiss!”

Patton paused, tilting his head in confusion.

“I haven’t heard of that one,” he admitted, but fell silent as Remus lifted his hand and extended one pointer finger.

Patton stared at the finger. It wiggled in a friendly manner.

“Remus--?”

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

Patton cut himself off as Remus began making a quiet buzzing noise, changing pitch and volume as his finger began floating closer and closer to Patton’s stomach.

Patton’s eyes widened, and he tried to wiggle out of Remus’ grasp to no avail. “Wait!”

Remus didn’t wait. “Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!”

All in one moment, Remus’ buzzing cut off as he poked Patton’s tummy pudge with his buzzing finger, pressing a quick kiss to his neck at the exact same time. Patton gasped, letting a shocked snicker escape his mouth.

“You’re so silly--” he started, but Remus merely lifted the finger yet again.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

The finger began to spiral, this time heading towards Patton’s ribcage. His giggles began building up in his chest, but Patton felt frozen in place as he watched the finger drift closer.

“Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!” Remus darted into Patton’s ribs, wiggling his finger for a few seconds as he gave Patton another tickly kiss.

“Nahaha!” Patton protested at the extra tickles Remus was giving him, shoving his torso in the other direction to escape his wiggling finger. “No no no, don’t!”

He had very little hopes of his boyfriend listening to his request (not that Patton minded-- he loved how fun Remus’ silly moods were) but his expectations were confirmed as Remus pulled his hand back, only to begin swirling the one pointer finger ominously slowly.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...” he sang directly into Patton’s ear. The teasing inflection of his voice was so much worse now that Patton was already giggling, and he couldn’t stop himself from sucking his stomach in as far as he could.

“Remus!” he squealed, wiggling side to side and knowing it was pointless.

“Bzzzzzzzz-- mwah mwah mwah!” And with that, Remus let his ‘bumblebee’ land right in Patton’s bellybutton, wiggling rapidly and making Patton’s stomach jiggle. At the same time, he dove in to smother the back of Patton’s neck with kisses, letting his mustache just barely graze the sensitive skin.

Patton gasped and squealed at the same time. Dazed and giddy, he arched his back on reflex, only for his peals of laughter to heighten as he pushed Remus’ buzzing finger further into his tickle spot. He squealed even louder as he finally remembered-- oh, yeah, he has arms.

Immediately Patton’s hands shot down to push Remus’ tickling hand away from his stomach. Remus acquiesced easily, pulling his hand gently out of Patton’s tired grip and loosening his hold. He leaned back against the pillows; Patton couldn’t see him, but he knew his boyfriend had a very amused look on his face.

“Was that a good kiss, honeybee?” he asked sweetly. Patton giggled; now that the tickles were over, his face was flushing at how silly his boyfriend was being.

“No,” he said faux-petulantly, flopping back against Remus’ chest and crossing his arms (very casually protecting as much of his ticklish torso as he could). “No bug tickles.”

Behind him, Remus pretended to gasp indignantly. “Excuse me, I did not mean to tickle you! It’s not my fault you got all squirmy from a simple bumblebee kiss.”

Patton giggled again. In his still flustered state, the only retort he could find was, “I’m not that squirmy.”

Again, he could perfectly imagine the look of amused disbelief Remus was giving him now. “Uh, yuh huh you are, puddin’. You were wiggling all over like you had ants in your pants--”

His voice cut off, and although it only took Patton all of three seconds to catch up to his train of thought, it was too late.

Still, he whipped around as best as he could, making his voice as stern as possible as he said, “Remus, don’t you dare--”

“Too late!” Remus crowed gleefully. “Ant kisses for you!”

Right away his mouth was back against Patton’s neck, and Patton made his gasp-squeal noise again. He scrunched his neck to defend himself as much as possible, but it wasn’t until he felt fingers tappin the tops of his thighs that he realized what he should have been trying to defend.

“Oh, look at all the happy little ants here to give you kisses!” Remsu cheered, skittering and scratching all over the tops and sides of Patton’s thighs. “They just love to hear your sweet little giggles! Sweeter than ice cream melting at a picnic!”

His hands began alternating from fluttering against the outsides of Patton’s thighs, to haphazardly yet efficiently squeezing the insides. Patton kicked his legs madly against the tickling sensations, until Remus trapped one of his legs between his own and began running his leg hair across Patton’s calf and shin.

“Ants in your pants! Ants in your pants!” he sang quietly in between kisses. Patton rocked forwards as he weakly tried to pull Remus’ hands off of his thighs, but he was just a bit too distracted at the moment to manage it.

Luckily, he had the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, because Remus soon pulled back once again, letting Patton catch his breath as he rubbed away the phantom tingles from his skin.

“Mean, rude, evil...” he muttered under his breath with a voice full od love. Remus snickered, poking Patton once in the back and making him shoot ramrod straight.

“You liked them,” he teased. “You loved the ant kisses.”

Patton sighed, falling back against Remus’ chest once more.

“Maybe so,” he admitted. “Butterflies and bumblebees and ants-- they’re all very cute, but--”

“But just no spiders, right?” Remus finished immediately, wrapping his arms around Patton’s chest and placing a kiss on the back of his head. “I’ve got you, Pat-Pat.”

He fell back into a comfortable silence, but Patton was lost in thought. It was true-- whenever the two of them had some tickly fun together, the word ‘spider’ very specifically never came up. Patton had never asked, and he hadn’t had to: Remus was just sweet like that. Still...

He turned his head and nuzzled under Remus’ chin.

“Reemie?” he asked softly. When Remus hummed in response, Patton continued carefully.

“How would... how would a spider kiss go, do you think?” he asked, craning his neck up to look for Remus’ reaction.

A beat, and then he got it: Remus’ face shifted from confusion to elation in less than a second.

“Patty-bear!” he crooned, bouncing both of them in excitement. “You do love me!” He rocked Patton side to side, shocking another barrage of giggles out of him.

Then his voice shifted a little lower, leaning a little closer as he cooed, “And I know someone who loves you...”

Already patton could feel his heart seeding up again. He turned away from Remus, only to catch a glimpse of it: Remus’ right hand, in a perfect claw formation,

Patton made a choked noise, flapping his hands in anticipation. “Re-mus!”

“What?” Remus asked casually. “It’s not me! It’s just my friend, Mr. Spider.”

‘Mr. Spider’ waved at Patton, fingers wiggling mischievously in the air. Patton squeaked and covered his face, and immediately Remus tsked.

“No hiding, Mr. Mom...” he chided gently. “Mr. Spider just wants to show you how much he loves you!”

He gently grabbed Patton’s left wrist, and pulled his arm out straight to the side.

“Look at how many kisses he’s giving you!” he cooed, leaning over to smack a quick kiss onto Patton’s wrist. Then another, a little bit further up his arm, until he was pressing a row of tiny kisses all the way up Patton’s forearm. It wasn’t really tickly, but it was silly enough to make Patton laugh anyway.

Until Remus’ other hand, the one known as Mr. Spider, began spidering just above his left hip. Patton squeaked, jerking his arm in on impulse, but it stayed firm in Remus’ grasp, leaving his entire left side exposed for Remus’ spidering fingers.

“Remus-- Remus!”

Remus hummed in response, his mouth now pressed against the crook of Patton’s elbow while his fingers congregated on the dip of his waistline. The scratchy, fluttery feelings sent tingles all the way through Patton’s body, and he curled his toes on instinct as he exploded with giggles and squirmed as much as he could.

“Mr. Spider just loves you so much, Patty-doll...” Remus murmured into his elbow, nibbling just slightly enough to make Patton squeal. “He wants to give you so many little kisses all over!”

Faster than Patton could track, Remus’ hand moved up and down his side, nails tracing and crazing across the skin as delicately as possible. Patton squealed and squirmed and threw his body as farto the other side as possible.

“Nohohoho!” he begged in delight, bouncing his legs desperately. “Not thehehehere!”

He reached around with his other arm to belatedly block Remus’ spidering fingers. Of course, the move ended up being a very bad (or very good) idea: Remus easily grabbed Patton’s other wrist, and in one swift movement flipped them both around until Patton was flat on his back.

“Any lasts requests?” Remus questioned, staring him down from above. Patton blinked, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

“Spider kiss,” he asked breathlessly, smiling up at Remus. “Please?”

Remus’ grin was bright and dangerous. Patton loved it so much.

And then that grin disappeared as Remus yanked up Patton’s shirt and dropped to press kisses against every inch of Patton’s stomach-- every inch where he wasn’t spidering all ten of his fingers across the hyper-sensitive skin, at least.

Patton’s shriek was immediate, back arching and stomach sucking in at the same time. Remus used both hands to spider from the center of Patton’s stomach, out to the sides; from there he let his lips fall to press kiss after tickly kiss against the skin, even blowing a raspberry or two (or three or five or eight) against the skin.

“Rehehehehe-mus!” Patton begged as Remus focused on one specific spot on his sides. “Plehehehe--”

“Please?” Remus asked, blowing another tiny raspberry against the spot. “Please what? Please more? More spider kisses?”

He paired each sentence with another wiggle of his spidering fingers; after each question, there was another tickly kiss against the softest parts of Patton’s tummy. His fingers crawled from his ribs to his sides to his tummy to his hips to the little bit of his back that he could reached.

Patton didn’t even know how long he was screaming in laughter and squirming in delight. All he knew was that Remus was eventually sitting back on his haunches, watching fondly as Patton’s laughter fell back into quiet giggles.

“All good?” he asked softly, patting Patton’s knee comfortingly. Patton coughed, nodded, and sat up until the two were sitting face to face.

“I think we need to call an exterminator,” he said hoarsely. “We’ve got a lot of bugs in here.”

Remus stared at him in silence. Patton stared back.

And then the two fell into laughter, leaning forward until their foreheads knocked, which only sent them further into laughter. Remus reached out and grabbed Patton’s hands, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles.

“True love’s kiss,” he murmured softly, ducking his head as if he could hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks at the request. “Please.”

Patton hummed in consideration. “Well, normally I’d say yes right awya, but you did just get finished tickling the snot out of me--”

“And I’ll do it again,” Remus interjected, looking back up as he wiggled his fingers teasingly. “Unless you give me true love’s kiss right now.”

Patton smiled, leaning forward to give his boyfriend exactly what he asked for.

[sevensity]

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~

YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment

It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching

So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park

Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious

But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness

It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net

Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro

But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers

So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm

Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound

“It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours

For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand

He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days

You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you

ᘔEᑎ:

It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy

But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground

Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying

Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts

He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™

He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch

Zen the bee is already quite dead

He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered

Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off

Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day

But he knelt before you and…

Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage

“From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”

I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud

Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen

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At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea

But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted

One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger

The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger

Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud

She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering

Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong

Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you

She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes

In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice

You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting

She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again

Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks

When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself

But Jaehee I have two hands you know

She wouldn’t hear any of it though

“Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”

It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 

Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun

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I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse

There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones

I guess with money, anything really is possible

EXCEPT, bees

Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven

But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures

I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur

And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive

Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up

Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness

Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains

Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV

Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting

He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon

When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen

The guards said he was in the garden

As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone

You peaked around the corner and

Ju MIN??!

This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot

But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive

Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate

Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner

Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much

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Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off

That���s really sad actually

When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out

Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?

So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in

“Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.

“Ah, um, nothing!”

He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same

V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away

He froze

“”Did you…did you injure yourself?”

“It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”

“Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.”

The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress

See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much

You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you

But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery

“What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”

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This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you

Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down

But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders

And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit

Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek

SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!

The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho

“Do you need some help with that, miss?”

Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace

“Honey what’s wrong?”

“S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”

You felt him tense up

Then you felt him start to quiver

Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing

Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore

“Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”

You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended

Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound

After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended

“No?”

“Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”

That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”

What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.

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You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day

He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench

Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –

OUCH!

You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone

Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts

So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored

Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?

He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you

Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake

Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened

You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp

Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight

Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch

Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry

So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him

“It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”

Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded

With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go

Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him

A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door

Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”

When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area

Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller

Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 

[tcbeamazing]

“The frag?”