#itsv fluff

Nellie is just a puppy, barely seven months old and yet she’s overly protective of you. She doesn’t want you out of her sight, her mismatched eyes always following your every move. It’s sweet, albeit creepy at times, as if she has a human soul trapped inside her fluffy body.

Just like always, she follows you around as if you’re the one she’s walking, not the other way around.

“Nell, what do you think of this?” You pick a particularly bright yellow flower, crouched down on the grassy ground as you let her give it a sniff. “Do you approve?”

She huffs, tail wagging as she quietly barks. She approves of your choice it seems.

“Good, I think this one matches the new couch. Fuck, when will the rest of my shit get here, I’m going insane without TV and internet.” You talk to yourself as you admire the flower in between your fingers. Nellie listens to you, head tilted as if she’s trying to comprehend your words. “I’m talking to a flower and my dog, I’m definitely going insane.” Sighing, you huff, giving Nellie a good scratch behind her ear. “At least you’re a good listener, hm?”

Chuckling, your eyes catch sight of a purple flower sticking out in between large roots of a gigantic tree. “Huh, I’ve never noticed that tree here before.”

If you recall your scouting days, it’s an old oak tree that rises up into the heavens, leaves lush and green as it dances in the wind. You look up, watching the dappled sunlight spill in between the leaves.

Nellie barks at something, but she’s always barking at something ever since you moved here. It’s probably a squirrel or a bird passing by as you stand up, eyes honed in on the shiny purple flower.

Your knees creak in protest as you kneel back down in front of it. You smile, basket almost complete with all the colours of the rainbow, all except for a purple one.

Reaching for it, you start to pull, but it’s a stubborn one, roots deeply underneath the soil. For a small flower it’s strong. So you keep pulling and tugging, both hands now completely holding it. You should’ve brought scissors.

Nellie barks louder now, and as you look over your shoulder, you see her barking right at you.

“Nellie, what’s wrong?” You pull at the base of the stem, fingers digging into the soil as the border collie continues to bark. You’re about to give up, but the flower tugs right back at you. “Wha—!”

The soil rises up towards your hands, or you’re slowly pulled down below, engulfing your arms as you stare at it in horror. Nellie bites at your coat, trying to pull you away.

“Shit!” Before you know it, you fall into the soil and in-between the roots, falling into the darkness as Nellie’s barks grow muffled and quieter.

You hit the ground with a soft thud, heaving as you stare at a starry sky. You know for a fact that it was just the middle of the day. “What the fuck?”

“You’re intruding in my abode and you dare to curse in my presence?” A deep voice echoes behind you, like the sound of rolling rocks or perhaps a raging river.

You’re afraid to look as you continue to gaze up at the dream-like sky.

“Fantastic, you don’t talk.”

“I–I talk.” You gulp down your nerves, fingers stretching beside you as you stay in place.

“You’re afraid then.” The voice sounds clearer and nearer now. “How did you get here?”

“I picked a flower.” The velvet feel of the stem garners your attention as you find it in your hand. “Um, here.” Lifting up your hand, you bring it backwards where the voice is coming from, all the while never leaving or even looking up towards the source. “Sorry, Mister Fae.”

A moment passes, hearing his breathing stagger in his throat as your arm starts to get tired. “Mister Fae?”

“I grew up with stories of you— I mean your people— your kind. I’m overstepping, I’m sorry.”

He hums, a deep rumble in his chest that you could feel as he finally plucks the flower daintily from your hand.

You hear his heartbeat, you’re sure it’s a heartbeat at least when everything around you is silent, almost frozen in time. Biting your lip, your curiosity begs to be satiated. So with a deep breath, you turn around to take a little peek. No harm done, right?

His deep purple eyes meets with yours immediately, and you feel him, *really feel him, heart syncing with yours, every breath you take, he exhales, every rising gooseflesh, he feels, every thought he has, you hear.

“What the fuck?” The being says in his head. “You idiot. We’re bound now.”

“Fuck?” You stagger, falling backwards as you find yourself completely toppled over on the ground, staring up at the underside of a gigantic mushroom that you were on the whole time. “What do you mean we’re bound? And you can curse?”

“Get out.” He says, going around the mushroom, saying the words without moving his lips.

He’s handsome, hauntingly so. Chiseled jawline, eyes that stare right at you as if he could see right into your soul. And his lips, that despite the sneer, you could see a faint ghost of a smile curling in the corner. You’re flustered and slightly terrified.

His cloak is made of stars, and purple flowers, the same one you picked, drags behind him, covering his whole body, save for his arms as it phases through the cloak. It looks as if space and time weaved it around him, or made it with him in mind. Vines curl over his head, slithering above his bare head, a crown made just for him.

“You are not welcome here.” The being utters, lips barely moving as his jaw sets, hands curling into fists.

“Are you sure about that, Aaron?” You blink, he blinks, you both stare at each other dumbfoundedly. “Wait, your name is Aaron? Aren’t you like, a million years old?”

“A thousand.” He corrects. “What is wrong with you?”

“Can’t you, I don’t know, see? Just like I am?”

“Stop—!” He groans, cheeks aflame that you could feel on your own. “Stop looking inside my head!”

“I can’t help it!” Defending yourself, you’re utterly confused. “Wait, you can’t look into mine?”

He huffs, eyes closing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. People always said that sometimes you’re too much, and this proves it when the thousand year old fae is frustrated and annoyed by you. Even though you feel something deeply rooted inside him, something that is blooming, just like the gentle warmth crawling inside your chest.

“You okay?” Sitting up, you sit cross legged, looking up at him with concern. “Shit, did I accidentally bring some sort of modern illness to you? Like a time traveler going back to medieval times.”

“What are you on about?” Aaron opens his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he raises a brow. “Please leave.”

“Aw, you said please, that’s nice, oh, and progress!” Lifting up your fist, you wait for him to bump it with his. “Come on, gimme some, ancient man!”

Aaron reaches for you, instead of bumping his fist with yours, he takes your fist whole, long fingers curling around your hand as he pulls you up in one swift movement.

You’re chest to chest with him, feeling the coldness of his skin, watching as the stars pass by within his eyes that briefly flicker into russet eyes, before turning purple once again.

“Hello.” You say softly and kindly as he winces, almost in pain. But you feel that it’s the opposite, your greeting, no, presence makes him feel some type of way that it feels far too much for him. “My name is…wait, I can’t do that or else I’ll be stuck here with you forever.”

“It’s too late for that when we are bound.”

“You keep saying that as if I know what it means.”

“I think you humans call it ‘soulmates.’” The powerful being turns his head away for a moment, flustered, before looking at you with tenderness that passes by as he shakes it away.

“Holy shit, that’s so cool!” It’s the last thing he thought you would answer. “You mean I don’t have to be on dating apps anymore? And I get to date a hot fae? Score!”

“Wait, what?” He stifles a chuckle. “There is something inherently wrong with you. You’re peculiar.”

“And yet we’re soulmates so there is something wrong with you too.” Giggling, you pat his solid chest with every word. “So, does this mean I’m stuck here forever? Because I have a dog—” you gasp, grinning brightly at him. “Can I bring her here with us?! Oh, it’ll be so fun!”

Anyone would be annoyed, and yet he isn’t, he keeps you in place, hands sliding down your hands over to your wrist. His thumb caresses your pulse as a smile slowly makes its way to his face whilst you ramble on about installing internet inside his abode.

“Oh, do you even have electricity here—”

“Be gone, human.” He fights everything in him to say those words.

“But we just met.” Pouting, you flutter your lashes at him. “I get it though, you’re busy. When can I see you again?”

“You want to see me again?” Shock is evident in his eyes that seems to reflect the universe.

“Duh.” You simply shrug with a shrug. “I’ll make you my famous lemon cookies. They’re gluten free!”

“I have no idea what that is, but…” Aaron deeply inhales you in, as if memorizing your soul with a sniff. “... I’ll call for you.”

“Yay! Like on the phone or—” He lets you go reluctantly as you fall backwards once again, the last thing you see is him smiling at you genuinely.

You land back in the same place, with Nellie licking at your face, whining worriedly. “I’m okay, girl.” Chuckling, you sit up and hug her as she curls around you, all the while you let out a yawn.

Turning towards the flower, you see it remain in place, blooming fully as the sun shines upon it.

Must’ve been a dream.

You go back home, leaving the purple flower be as you lug around your flower basket, with Nellie following closely behind you.

“I suddenly want some lemon cookies.” You open the front door with a creak, toeing off your boots as you place the basket down. “What do you think, girl?”

“I would like some.” Aaron stands in the middle of the living room, looking just the same as you let out an ear piercing screech.

To be honest, Miguel doesn’t even notice. You’d been as little fatigued, having been extremely overworked lately, and just decided not to. When you visited Miguel’s office, you almost wanted him to compliment you, though you knew that wasn’t what your Miguel was like. Something in his mind was telling him something was out of the ordinary, but he just ignored it. Finally, he realizes what’s actually different when he overhears you talking about it with Hobie, (he says he likes the inconsistency), and he feels so bad for not seeing it before.

The next time he sees you, he tells you that he thinks you look pretty. He doesn’t mention the make-up thing at all because he doesn’t want you to think he’s complimenting you just to please you. When your cheeks turn a little red, and you stutter when saying thank you, Miguel smiles to himself proudly.

It doesn’t take Hobie long to notice. Sometimes, he wears make-up to his concerts, so he knows the basics. It makes him happy to see your natural face for the first time. He thinks you’re beautiful, with or without make-up, and he tells you so. “Thank you,” You said. “I think you look handsome, too, with or without make-up.” He’s a bit more clingy, which surprises you, but he just likes to see you be a bit more vulnerable than usual. Hobie also enjoys talking with you about make-up, and what you like to use. He’s not new to it, but it’s always nice to get some tips so he can look perfect!

Miles can tell you’re a bit nervous about his reaction to something, but he doesn’t know what it is. He’s aware that you’re not wearing make-up, but he doesn’t think much of it. Miles is a bit naive when it comes to beauty standards and the makeup world, so he doesn’t really know how nerve-wracking it can be to not put on anything for the first time. As always, though, he tells you that he thinks you look lovely, which is always nice to hear. On a whim, he decides to ask you about it. “Are you okay? Is there something wrong? You look a little anxious.” You grin sheepishly and tell him you were just nervous about his reaction to you not wearing make-up for the first time because of the asshole boyfriend you had before him. Good luck! Miles will not be leaving you alone for the next week at minimum :)

Even though he doesn’t wear it, Pavitr loves makeup, so he definitely notices. As always, he gushes about how beautiful he thinks you are. He holds your face in his hands and studies the natural shade of your lips, your natural eyelashes… he thinks you’re a beauty. Like Hobie and Miles, I think he’d also be a bit more clingy and affectionate. The next time Pavitr comes back to headquarters, he raves about you to Miles and Hobie, who are both happy for him and a little uncomfortable. Oh well. They’ll just have to hear about it until he goes back home!

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you’ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

MILES MORALES

Miles’ love language is QUALITY TIME. He always wants to spend time with you and is definitely an “experience” rather than “materialistic gift” type of person. He gets very shy when expressing his love for you verbally, so he does it through quality time. He’ll draw you during study sessions (Unbeknownst to you, he always finishes before you. He just never says anything because he still wants an excuse to hang out with you.), will ask you to play video games with him, and is constantly going skateboarding with you, even if you’re bad at it. He just wants to see you, and is afraid to ask you to just “hang out” because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. In return, Miles would like ACTS OF SERVICE. A lot of people have betrayed him and hurt him, so he would really like someone who goes out of their way to help him. To him, it proves how much you care for him, and that’s really important to Miles.

GWEN STACY

Although Gwen can be cold to those she doesn’t trust, once you get to know her, she’s always going out of her way to support you. Her love language is ACTS OF SERVICE. She plays songs for you whenever you want, is always taking care of you when you’re sick, and somehow always knows when you’re upset. Before she comes over, she always gets you your favorite snacks and drinks. Gwen tries her best to look out for you the way she couldn’t for her late friend Peter. She just wants you to be safe, and she asks for nothing in return once you gain her trust. However, Gwen’s face would turn 50 shades of red with a significant other whose love language is WORDS OF AFFIRMATION. She loves it when you tell her how proud of her you are, when you tell her you’ll always be there for her… she’s immediately enamored with you. Oh, and when you tell her how pretty you think she is? She’s on cloud 9.

HOBIE BROWN

Hobie loves GIFT GIVING. Sometimes, when he returns from another mission, he’ll come back with some strange trinkets. They’re always fun to look at, to wonder what other people from other universes think of them. Hobie always makes sure to pick out the ones that you’ll like; it’s the one time he makes an effort to be consistent. A small smirk always appears on his face when he sees you wearing the earrings that he stole from another universe. When you’re going out of your way to make things easier for him, though, he’s a goner. Hobie would really be smitten for someone whose love language is ACTS OF SERVICE. He never blushes, but you’ll see a light shade of violet emerge on his cheeks when he sees that you ran errands for him while he was gone, or when you help him with his hair on wash day. It’s all very sweet.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Pav’s favorite way to express his adoration for you is PHYSICAL TOUCH. He loves to hold your hand, cuddle with you (he’s a little spoon), and kiss you on the cheek. Your warmth is one of his favorite sensations. He just likes to know that you’re there. It’s really scary for him to imagine a world where you’re not by his side, so he likes to give you as much affection as possible. He always wants you to know that he loves you. Oh, and if he has a mission soon? You won’t be seen walking around with him not right behind you. He gets super clingy right before he has to leave. On another note, Pav loves receiving homemade GIFTS. He’ll always wear anything that you make him, especially if it’s something for his hair. He’ll definitely brag about it when he travels to the Spider Society.

MIGUEL O’HARA

Prom was an extravagant event at Brooklyn Visions Academy, so Miles immediately knew that you were going to go all out for it. Though, he was a bit happy that you told him you didn’t want him to do some over the top promposal. Miles may be well-versed in subjects like art and physics, but his mind went blank when it came to stuff like that. Miles was really anxious about coming to pick you up, as your dad was super protective of you, but his own father gave him a pep-talk. He felt much better. When he saw you in your glamorous dress/suit, he was taken aback almost instantly. He’d never seen you in such magnificent makeup before. He felt…. bewitched. “W-wow,” He stuttered. “You look…. great.” He found himself at a loss for words. Your heart stuttered, and you felt like you’d never been happier. “You’re not too bad yourself,” You giggled. The way you smiled that day made Miles glad he got it in a picture.

Miguel knew that he shouldn’t get involved with one of his subordinates, especially if they were new, but he wanted to break the rules as soon as he saw you. You were…. beautiful, to say the least. The way your makeup perfectly complemented the color of your eyes and skin was glorious. Naturally, you were a bit shy because of your newness, so Jessica accompanied you on your first day with the permission of Miguel. He was very glad someone he was close to was helping you so he could get another good look at you. He felt a bit perverted, like a voyeur, but you were just so… alluring. The smile you radiantly gave him as you shook his hand for the first time was addicting. He wanted to know more about you, even if you were just meant to be a secretary to Jessica. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he asked you out for coffee? It couldn’t be, right? He’d just have to make sure Lyla wouldn’t find out about it, as he wasn’t looking forward to being made fun of for weeks.

Hobie loved it when you attended his concerts, so when you came with makeup inspired by his own, he went wild. He found himself being much more clingy than usual, wanting to get a good look at your pretty face and hold you. It meant so much to him that you were involved in his music career… so many people in his life had dismissed it, or had told him to get a “real job”, so your support mattered so much to him. Hobie complimented you multiple times, each comment more sweet than the last, and so by the end of the night you were beaming. The firm kiss you’d given him backstage after his show had ended was something he wouldn’t trade the world for. It was so satisfying, so lovely, so…. you. He loved you. Hesitantly, Hobie asked you if he could walk you to your apartment. When you said yes, he found himself even more ecstatic than before. You were very tired after his show, and so was he, so you both took turns cleaning each others makeup off. You took your time, your hands gentle and benign. Hobie’s hands were a bit rough because of all of his calluses, so he was careful. “Thank you,” he’d whispered to you sincerely later in the night. “I love you.”

Gwen had done your makeup for you, and the way it turned out made her very happy. You looked absolutely incredible, and she almost wanted to dramatically drop her jaw to make you laugh the way she liked. The two of you were supposed to go to Miles’ state championship basketball game, so you both wanted to look nice for pictures later. Gwen spent a lot of time meticulously doing your makeup, wanting it to be exactly tailored to your taste. Any mistakes she’d made she’d immediately wipe off and start again. Excitedly, Gwen had you twirl around in your nice dress and makeup in a mini-fashion show. “You look beautiful,” she told you. Her voice was warm and genuine, her smile heartfelt. That night, after you’d gotten home, she’d kissed your soft lips tenderly, telling you how much she loved you. “Every time I look at you, you seem to get even more beautiful. I’m glad that in this universe, we’re happy together.”