Onward: Ian Lightfoot x fem! reader

Part 1

A/n: one  more thing, N/n means your nickname, I'm sure you already know that, just wanted to put it out there just in case you didn't, now, lets go.

3rd person POV

Upbeat music plays as Ian walks down the stairs still smiling to himself as he hears the T.V, "alright, we're going to get Warrior Z90 fit." Ian looks over to find his mom looking at the T.V mirroring the moves the instructors were doing.

"Let me hear you say, 'I'm a might warrior!" Laurel Lightfoot looks at the T.V her eyes full of determination, "I'm a mighty warrior." she repeats as waves at her although she can't see it. A soft knock on the door causes Ian to turn around and swing open the door, where Y/n L/n stood in all of her glory, smiling at the blue haired boy Y/n glanced in to see Laurel working out before giggling.

"Do you want to come in?" Ian asked, Y/n looked back up at her best friend her E/c eyes bright. "Nope, I just wanted to stand at your doorstep." Ian felt himself flush, his pale blue skin taking on a pink tint before moving slightly out of the way so Y/n could enter his house.

"Morning Laurel!" Yipping echoed through the hall as Blazey ran down the hallway before crashing into Ian, and in an instant, he's on the ground while Y/n stood above him snickering. Laurel had turned off the T.V and had a spray bottle in hand.

"Hello Y/n. Oh Blazey, down!" she shot a squirt of water at the over energetic dragon that was  crawling all over Ian. Laurel sent another burst of water at the dragon. Then another while Ian was leaning against the door. "bad dragon! Back to your lair!"

Blazey shot out a burst of flame at Laurel before scurrying off, allowing Y/n to pull her best friend off the floor before his mother rushes up to him. "Happy birthday  Mr. Adult Man" she pushes kisses all over his face while Ian groans giving Y/n a look that completely reads HELP ME! Instead she just shook her head and shrugged.

"No, Mom." Ian shoves his mom of of him before wiping his hand across his face. His mom looks back at him. 

"Hey don't wipe off your mother's birthday kisses, besides your 16, deal with it" Y/n pokes his arm pausing when she hears Laurel's soft gasp. Ian looks at her before taking a step back. "What?" Y/n glances down at his sweatshirt seeing it was his dads old college one.

"Your wearing your dad's sweatshirt" his mom tells him her voice full of emotion and happiness, Ian looks down at his sweatshirt, "oh. You know. Finally fits." Y/n patted his back softly giggling and stepping out of the way as Laurel advances pinching Ian's cheeks. 

"Oh my little chubby cheeks is all grown up." Ian laughs awkwardly dancing out of his moms grip before pointing to the kitchen.

"Okay, okay. Mom, I gotta eat something before school, and besides I'm sure Y/n hasn't eaten anything either, right N/n?"

"Nope, Grandma was still asleep, didn't want to wake he with all the racket, her caretaker will be over soon enough to take care of her." Laurel perked up at the sound of Y/n's grandma.

"Oh G/n! How's she doing?" Y/n grinned softly sending a warm feeling into Ian's stomach as he watched his best friend answer a simple question as the three of them walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, right, we don't have much food" Y/n walked over to the frige and opened it up feeling Ian come up behind her and snake his hand over to the pigs in a blanket. Smacking his hand she playful glared at him.

"Hands off Lightfoot, those are for your party, remember?" Ian sighed before grabbing the milk out of the side shelf . "Cereal?" Y/n nodded shutting the fridge and plopping down on one of the stools since the table was full of role playing junk.