Henlo, Sorry For The Bother But Thinking Abt Bloody Painter With A Child Reader. The Reader Used To Be

Henlo, sorry for the bother but thinking abt Bloody painter with a child reader. The reader used to be a high achiever in school and always forced to study but with helen when he gets a low score he will be like " Thats alright unless you tried your best " it could be a head cannon or a scenario whataver u like <3 if ur uncomfortable its alr ignore this <3

You're no bother at all, hun! I thought this was a really cute idea ^^

I'm writing this under the assumption that the reader lives in the Manor with the others but still goes to school, also that Helen and the reader are not related and have bonded like siblings.

Bloody Painter/Child Reader: You Did Your Best

Your shoes dragged regretfully through the long, intimidating hallways of the home, backpack slung over your shoulder and eyes glued to the floor. This was not a good day, not a good day at all. How could you have gotten such a low grade? After all of the effort you put into memorizing the answers, all of the sleepless nights you had spent studying? That was all for nothing?

In short, you felt like an utter failure and thought yourself worthy of the dunce hat. Your parents had taught you not to make such grave mistakes, and what had you done? You did it anyway. If they were still around, they'd surely have stuck you in the chair of shame right after giving you the scream session of the week.

What would your friends think? What would Helen think? He had always encouraged you so sweetly - would he really start shunning you just because you got a bad grade on a single test? Would he want to stop spending time with you altogether? You didn't really desire to find out. Maybe he didn't need to know. Maybe you could blow it off, and if the subject surfaced, you'd simply lie. Then you remembered lying deserved something far worse than a timeout corner, so perhaps that wasn't the best tactic.

"Hey, lil' mouse," was the voice that sounded from behind you, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks as your entire body stiffened. "How'd school go?"

You didn't want to look at him, not ready to face his inevitable disappointment. He meant so much to you, it would just be unbearable to see his expression when you told him you failed. So you sighed quietly, keeping your head down, refusing to turn around. "Terribly..."

"How so?" His shift in tone, from curiosity to concern, was obvious, and he took a step closer. "What happened?"

"I...I..." No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't force the words from your mouth, afraid of the judgement you'd receive. 

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder; what would normally be a comforting touch made your anxiety sky-rocket, and you inhaled shakily. "Hey, Y\n." His soft voice came from directly behind you, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation. "You can talk to me."

"Helen..." The sentence left your lips as a hesitant whisper, full of agitation. It was clear you were having trouble forcing this out, and in response, he tightened his gentle grip encouragingly. "I'm sorry. I—I couldn't do it, I failed. P-please don't be mad..."

"Mad?" He seemed confused, not understanding what you were talking about. "What went on today? Did you get hurt?"

To emphasize his words, he crouched in front of you, attempting to meet your eyes, but you were too distressed to do that, so you looked to the side. The tears collecting in the corners of your vision made it a bit difficult to see well, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. "I did bad on my test," you muttered, having to bite your lip to stop from openly crying. "I didn't get an 'A'. I didn't bypass the other kids. I'm a disgrace and I'm sorry." You sniffled, balling up your fists. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Y\n, why...why would I be even remotely upset about that?" His voice held a thick layer of incredulity, as if the very idea baffled him. Yet he sounded relieved that nothing more serious was afoot. "No one can get a perfect score all the time."

"But..." you finally brought yourself to lift your gaze, cheeks hot with embarrassment, "I'm supposed to be better than this. I'm supposed to impress..."

"The amount of things you've managed to achieve at such a young age is already impressive. You don't have to be great at everything, Y\n. You're such an incredible kid, even if you take the success away."

He reached out to tenderly wipe a droplet of water from your face, and you couldn't believe your ears. He wasn't disappointed?

His smile, though small, was kind, and his blue eyes sparkled with sincerity. "You tried your best and that's all that matters. Even if you failed all your classes, you'd still be awesome. I'd never be mad about something like that."

"You...mean it?" 

"'Course I mean it, mouse." Brand new tears were developing in your sight, though this time, it was for an entirely different reason, and you launched yourself into his arms, joyed beyond comprehension by his claims. He accepted you, and how you did in school wouldn't ever effect your relationship. He still cared.

And he always would.

[Cody]: Smells flowers contentedly

[Y/n]: Smiles

[Natalie, whispering]: When are you gonna tell him that it's a fake bouquet?

[Y/n]: He cried for three days when he found out Peter Pan never existed.

[Y/n]: I think he'll be better off not knowing this.

Can you write hc of cody being a gentleman-🔮

It was hard for me to imagine him being even more of a gentleman than he already is but, here ya go!

Cody being a gentleman to his s/o

Opening any and all doors for you is a must. If you even think about opening your own door when he's anywhere nearby, he will leap in front of you, completely cutting you off, and do it for you, with the declaration that you are far too special to have to do such a thing. He is the man in this relationship, and he insists that it is his job to pamper you with whichever needless favor is required.

You need something? A drink? A massage? A plate of cold leftovers? You'll get it, honey.

He is at attention the very moment you call his name, even if he's in another room. Oftentimes, you can't even finish your sentence, and he dashes in so fast that he has slipped and fallen on his face more than once.

"Cody, are...are you okay?"

"I'm perfect, ángel! What really matters here is you!"

If you somehow get hurt in any way, he is right there with you, making sure you're alright, trying to help bandage the wounds (how minor they may be), and rambling like a nervous wreck.

If you wanna soothe him, place a hand on his head, look into his eyes calmly, and reassure him everything's fine.

He will melt under your touch, nod, and release a murmured, "o-okay..."

He'll still insist on taking care of you, though.

To be honest, Cody is a ridiculously polite simp no matter what scenario you put him in lmao.

[Y/n]: Well...this is a nice change of scenery.

[Jeff]: It's a prison cell.

[Y\n]: I was being sarcastic.

Be strong, keep fighting a little longer. You can get through this. I believe in you.

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I really found that cody daydreaming about his weeding with his s_/o so cute!

So ai was think if you can writing of him reacting if his s/o thought and said the same at loud, los they wants to marry them (lie he would rent about it ?)-🔮

I wrote this as a scenario instead of HCs because I felt like it... Also this was really cute to write ^^

X-Virus x Reader: Wedding Talk

"Cody, Cody, look...!" You had been scrolling through your Tumblr feed and ended up coming across a photo of a young couple on their special day, holding each other close, smiles of endearment on their faces. You thought it was so sweet, you just had to share it with your boyfriend. "Aren't they cute together?"

He studied the picture on your phone for a moment before he tilted his head, a strange sparkle appearing in his eyes. "Yeah... Who are they?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, shrugging your shoulders as you continued to look down at the screen. "I just couldn't help but think about us when I saw it, that's why it caught my attention."

Cody furrowed his eyebrows when those words left your mouth and he glanced over at you, wanting to make sure he heard correctly. "What does that mean?"

"Ya know...the idea of marriage and stuff." You met his gaze, your expression steadily becoming sheepish when he seemed taken off-guard. "I—I mean, you think about things like that too, right?"

Slowly, an excited grin spread across his cheeks, one so wide that his teeth began to show through. "I do. All the time."

"...Really?" He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.

"Yeah... Cause I wanna make you allllll mine someday. Like, really badly."

"Cody..." you giggled, trying to keep your balance as your finger tangled into his hair. "The feeling is mutual."

"That's good..." he cooed, tightening his hold slightly. "We can't have a one-sided marriage, after all. That would be silly."

"I suppose it would."