Defending Him (Dr.FlugXreader)

An Odd Couple

We followed WhiteHat into the mansion. The inside was similarly colored to the outside, with a bit more blue everywhere. The manor was incredibly messy. I never thought someone who looked so cleanly could have a house so dirty. What if the entire household was the opposite of BlackHat's? Was there a backwards Flug? Was there a mean 5.0.5?

All of my questions were answered simultaneously as a paper bag clad scientist walked in the room. He wore a black lab coat, and a red shirt. He was the exact opposite of my Flug.

"Who are these strangers WhiteHat?" He spat. He really was the opposite.

"They're friends! My brother abuses his workers and they were looking for somewhere to go so I assumed they could stay-"

"Keep them away from my lab," He was about to turn around and leave when a girl who looked similar to me walked up and placed a kiss on his paper bag cheek. "Not a good time-"

"Who is this?" She was staring at Flug, murder in her eyes.

"New friends! You can't kill them B/Y/N" WhiteHat intercepted.

B/Y/N means backwards your name

"Ugh, really? They look like such copy cats," She whined.

"Are all of you related?" I whispered to my Flug.

"Surprisingly enough, only WhiteHat and BlackHat are family in any way. I had no idea this Slug guy existed," He answered quietly back.

"Huh," I nodded, curious as to why they were so opposite.

"If they're the same as us, why aren't they together?" The girl asked with a nasally, annoying tone.

My face went red, and Flug's paper bag was flushed with pink.

"That's an incredibly rude question," WhiteHat then tried to change the subject. "So what are your names?" He asked Flug and Me.

"I'm Dr.FLug, and this is Y/N," He replied for me. A small smile crept onto my face when his voice said my name.

"Ew, what kind of name is Flug?" The angering girl questioned.

"What kind of name is Slug?" I snapped back instinctively. 

I could see Dr.Slug visibly get angrier, but B/Y/N just gasped in reaction to my impulsiveness. I slightly chuckled at how hollow of an insult made them so mad. 

"I'm going back t your lab, hun," The girl kissed Slug again, and walked away, tossing her ponytail behind her like a bitch. She made me so angry.

"So what IS your deal?" Slug started. "What are you doing here? Invading our space?" He got faster, but WhiteHat stopped the impending fight.

"They're staying here, as I said. There won't be any fights between you guys, okay?" He grinned genuinely. "And if BlackHat comes looking for them, they aren't here!" He said quite happily. "Follow me!" 

He led us down a hallway, where we passed a purple bear. He looked like he was going to maul someone, so I assumed he was 5.0.5's opposite. I avoided his gaze, and so did Flug. WhiteHat stopped in front of a door.

"This will be your room!" 

"Who's" I asked, wondering if Flug and I were going to share, which I was perfectly okay with.

"You two are going to share!" He paused, as if trying to come up with an excuse. "We don't have as much room as my brother, since I like to give my workers multiple rooms to live in. We combine bedrooms by ripping the walls out, so there really aren't anymore. Sorry about that,"

"No, no, don't apologize, we came here. Beggars can't be choosers," I assured him gratefully as I walked in.

Flug's POV

When Y/N was out of sight, WhiteHat closed the door to the small room and bent down to my height.

"I sense unsaid feelings!~" He mused.

I took a step backwards, surprised by what he said, and I avoided eye contact. "W-what?"

"Oh, you love her don't you?~" He claimed in a singsong voice.

"N-no, of course n-not!" I defended, although I did actually love her.

"You need to make a move before she leaves you behind!" He directed. "I put you two in a room together for a reason!" He laughed giddily. "Do something!"

He gently pushed me into the room and closed the door behind me. He locked it. I grasped the doorknob, trying to open it, but to no avail. We were stuck because of the blue and white clad demon.

Your POV

"You okay Flug?" He was rapidly trying to open the door. "What's wrong?" I was just sitting on the huge bed. It was so soft.

"He-...he locked us in-" He stuttered out.

"Why would he do that?" I played dumb. WhiteHat was obviously trying to get us together. However, I really want Flug to make the first move. (That's a girl thing)

"I- I don't know!" He was shifting his weight from side to side.

"If you're uncomfortable, I can try to kick the door down..." I offered, hoping he didn't want that.

"No...it's okay," He backed away from the door, and sat at the foot of the white bed. "He really likes these colors doesn't he?" Flug joked.

I could almost feel the heat from a few feet away. He was so nervous. "Seriously, what's wrong?" I wanted a confession.

He took a moment to answer. "I have claustrophobia." He stated bluntly. Not what I wanted.

I laid backwards, letting my head hit the pillow. Why couldn't he just admit his feelings? Why couldn't I just admit my feelings?

Ugh, love is so confusing.

A/N Sorry to anyone who doesn't like the heroic AU. I love it, so yeah.