#julie joyful fluff

[sleepingdeath-light]

celebrating their s/o’s birthday ; full ensemble

requested by ; anonymous (27/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle, eddie dear, frank frankly, howdy pillar, julie joyful, poppy partridge, sally starlet, wally darling

outline ; “since it's my birthday today-though it'll probably be long past when you answer this lol-could i have headcanons for the welcome home squad doing something for it? i figure that headcanons would be easier to do for everyone, but you can write it out story-wise if you want. if you only want to do some of them, wally, frank, sally, and howdy is fine. thank you and have a good day!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

barnaby b beagle

he’s a strong believer in ‘birthday bumps’ and will start the day by making sure you get your share

before bringing you some breakfast in bed, of course

he gets you a number of gag gifts as well as genuine presents and cards — but what those gags are depends on your boundaries and such (e.g. if sudden movements and loud sounds genuinely scare you then he won’t get you a pop up box or screamer)

hosts a small get together with by your friends and facilitates an all out prank war that’s based around your humour — doing everything he can throughout the day to keep you laughing and smiling

eventually everyone leaves and you sit down for your evening meal and that’s when he hands you his actual birthday card for you

of course there are puns scattered here and there, but it’s written so genuinely and it’s so sweet that you end up tearing up and tackling him with a hug

you end the day with your sides hurting from laugher and your heart full to bursting and you couldn’t have hoped for a better birthday

eddie dear

eddie unfortunately doesn’t get to wake you up on your birthday as his rounds have him out and about until about 9 — and your neighbour, julie, had already woken you up at 8 to give you the presents she’d prepared and give you (some very gentle) birthday bumps

he gets home around the same time that frank stops by to give you your gift so you all sit down and have a chat over a fresh cup of tea/coffee — with the others eventually joining you to share in good drink and sweet foods

it’s a good laugh and he can see the joy and appreciation in your eyes as your loved ones celebrate you and you open your remaining cards and gifts in the middle of this makeshift gathering

they all stay for a little while after that, leaving at around 1 as they had other responsibilities, leaving you and eddie alone for the first time that day

he hands you his main gift: a handmade scrapbook featuring photos and letters you’d sent to each other over the course of your relationship so far with little captions in his neatest handwriting noting down when each date happened

it’s cheesy and sentimental and incredibly fitting of him, but still you tear up and spend a good hour or so cuddling

then, to cap off the day, you go for a walk around the neighbourhood and into the surrounding woodlands

enjoying the beautiful weather and fresh air and good company as you talk about anything and everything

what a lovely end to a lovely birthday

frank frankly

frank takes a much more domestic approach to celebrating your birthday and will spend it comfortable indoors

he prepped your gift and card months in advance — having managed to get the complete collection of your favourite books from their original printing run after literal years of searching

and he was incredibly proud of himself for it — unbelievably excited to see your reaction when you finally saw what he’d gotten you

he lets you have a lay-in whilst he makes you your favourite breakfast before waking you up quite late and giving you your card

it’s simple but sweet and you share a kiss before you go down to eat

good food, good company, good conversation

and, once you were finished, good gifts and good cards

you were due to celebrate with the rest of your loved ones the next day but they’d dropped off their presents in advance

and you appreciated each and every one

then came your partner’s present and frank was anxiously watching as you tore open the wrapping paper

and you saw it and you gasped and you cried — a good cry, though

it’s such a sweet and thoughtful gesture that you couldn’t not tear up and, after placing them to one side, you pulled him into a hug and thanked him for your wonderful gift

what an amazing birthday you were due to have

howdy pillar

howdy actually takes the afternoon off to spend it with you — he needs to go in during the morning but he manages to close at noon

and he walks into your home with his arms filled with your favourite flowers, a personalised stuffed animal, a bag filled with presents and cards and a bag of your favourite take out for lunch

you eat whilst opening your gifts and cards with the radio on in the background, just enjoying each other’s company and the rare chance to spend a quiet afternoon together

the other neighbours had stopped by earlier in the morning to send their regards and gifts so you didn’t have anything to interrupt and ruin the moment

your flowers were put in a vase and displayed on the windowsill alongside your cards

then, after putting everything away and throwing away all of the rubbish, you decide to have a calm evening in

playing a new board game that had been delivered to the store — and winning despite all of howdy’s best efforts

dancing around the house — being spun and dipped and toss as you laugh and squeal

making your evening meal together and trying to keep up with howdy’s four handed mastery of the art of cooking

eating your favourite meal together and exchanging gossip that you’d heard earlier in the day

and ending the day sat on the porch, cuddled into your boyfriend’s side as you watch the sunset and smile at the conclusion of a birthday well spent

julie joyful

to describe the celebration in one word: colourful

she starts the day by shaking you awake, kissing you good morning and dragging you downstairs to open your presents because she’s terrible at keeping secrets

she watches you open them and is arguably more excited than you as she does — but she quickly busies herself by making you a cup of tea/coffee and some breakfast

then you eat together and chat and then she hands you her last gift and tells you to go and get changed

it’s a beautiful set of clothing, the fanciest you’ve ever owned, and then she does both of your hair and you spend the rest of the day going between your neighbour’s houses

celebrating with friends until your cheeks hurt and your legs ache and you’re just about awake enough to stumble back home arm-in-arm

ready to be greeted by her family, who help you celebrate the rainbow monster way — with lots of colours and lots of affection and lots of good food

and by the end of the night (or, rather, the beginning of the next day) when you’re finally drifting off to sleep you know that you’ll be looking back on this birthday with a particular fondness — and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your birthdays with julie by your side

poppy partridge

she memorised the recipes to all of your favourite foods and desserts and started practising them months beforehand

then on your actual birthday she woke you up with a selection of your favourite breakfast foods (and a peck to the cheek, of course)

next came a long chat as you enjoyed your breakfast in bed before you went to get dressed and she prepped the presents and cards you were sent by friends and family

she put on a vhs of your favourite movie in the background whilst you made your way through them — taking them off of your hands to arrange/wash/fold them and put them away to save you the trouble

the rest of the day is pretty standard, honestly

the neighbours stop by for lunch (another selection of some of your favourite dishes) and chat and hand over their presents

and after they leave you and poppy have a low-key afternoon

spending the day in your comfiest clothes, cuddling on the settee and reading and completing a puzzle that eddie and frank gifted you

and finishing the day with another favourite food of yours — dancing in the kitchen when she was cooking

it was calm and intimate and comfortable

you wouldn’t have had it any other way

sally starlet

this girl is nothing if not dramatic, so she naturally roped all of your loved ones into her plan to make your first birthday with her the most spectacular one yet

interviews your closest friends and family members to organise gifts and cards and transport — making sure that everyone was on the same page

then, on your actual birthday she was sure to keep things low-key at first

waking you up with a kiss and a cuddle, going downstairs to make you breakfast whilst you opened the neighbours’ gifts and cards

everything was very chill and affectionate and intimate — until 12pm exactly when her plan came into action and everyone showed up

friends and family with arms filled with food and gifts singing happy birthday to you as they filtered into the home

half doing a bang up job of decorating your shared home whilst the others absolutely spoiled you with affection and compliments

you could solidly say that she’d succeeded in surprising you

and when the food started to get plated up and you sat in a room with your loved ones, you found yourself smiling at sally and being thankful for having someone as charmingly dramatic in your life to do all of this just for you

wally darling

on a spectrum from high key to intimate celebrations, wally falls somewhere in the middle

like he won’t arrange a massive party but he also won’t force you to spend the whole day with him inside of home

it’s likely going to end up being a split day

the morning (6-12pm) is spent with just the two of you, with home waking you up early to open your presents whilst wally watches on and celebrates you

the afternoon (12-6pm) being spent going between your neighbours’ houses to celebrate as a collective

and ending the day with a sleepover at whoever’s home you’re closest with

that way you get a little bit of everything

poppy’s cooking that leaves you wanting more

eddie’s craftiness that gives you cards and gifts that are so charming and handmade that you tear up

julie’s attentiveness and insistence on making you look as fabulous as possible

frank’s genuine and honest approach to gifts and cards that has you grinning and pulling him into a side hug

barnaby’s endless humour that leaves you with straining cheeks and burning lungs and aching sides

sally’s dramatics and ability to make a celebration so impactful and unique that it stays with you forever

howdy’s cheerful disposition and willingness to help you with whatever whenever you ask — including tossing you up into the air to replace the standard birthday bumps

and wally’s endless affection for you — which he channeled into your gift: a painting of you through his eyes, one that wasn’t necessarily true to your physical appearance but that highlighted the aspects of you that made him fall in love with you

an exercise in perspective that made your eyes well up and your heart soar

you really couldn’t have asked for a more impactful gift to cap off your birthday, nor for better company to have spent it with

[jesting-bug]

I was suppose to post this yesterday... oops! Well I hope you enjoy this one anyways neighbors!! :]

[hypnautic-cereal]

❤️Stick(ers) with love❤️

🎨🦋A Welcome Home fan fic🌸🐛

Summary: Wally wants to hang out with his friends on a warm summer day, but he worries over picking the pilings off his fleece skin

Word count: 1,396 words

Characters involved: Wally Darling, Home, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar

Contents:

Dermatillomania (portrayed via fabric piling and cotton)

Fluff :D

Helping friends

Compulsions

Additional art at end jumpscare lol

Notes: This is my first time putting one of my fan fictions actually out in the world sooo any constructive criticism is appreciated. This is somewhat based on my own experiences with dermatillomania, and honestly I just kind of wanted some kind of outlet to share how I feel about it sometimes :,D

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Wally had woken up a little bit later than usual, but nothing would deter from the smiling summer day that the neighborhood had today. Home opened up one of its windows to let Wally have a nice breath of the morning summer air, and a small wave of heat rushed inside as Wally happily sighed. Crossing his arms over the windowsill, he felt something on his arm that had been unconsciously bothering him for months now. It seemed to have been piling from his fleece skin coming up again for Wally. It didn’t seem to bother Wally for the time being though, but Home was always concerned over Wally picking at the pilings. The piling picking would sometimes go to the point Wally would pick too hard and bits of his cotton insides would peek out.

Home warned through the creaking doors and floorboards for Wally to not pick at his arm this time around if he wanted to go outside with short sleeves today. Home also warned that he would dig too deep into his skin again and ruin his arm; “it’s done enough scarring to your beautiful skin already, Wally” Home creaked, pointing to the very tiny seams Home had to patch for him. Wally didn’t seem to fond of the idea of wearing his cardigan on an already warm day, but he didn’t seem fond of picking at his skin either, so he decided to wear his cardigan over a shorter sleeved white button up. Wally was going out to Howdy’s Place with Julie and Frank for smoothies and milkshakes, so Wally was more than eager to go outside and play.

After showering and preparing his hair, Wally was all dolled up to go and hang out with his friends. Wally stepped outside and waved goodbye to Home before going on his merry way. Although there was a nice breeze every now and then, the summer heat made Wally feel like he’d turn into butter if he didn’t find anything to cool him down. As Wally made his way to Howdy’s Place, he decided the cardigan was too much for him, and wrapped the cardigan around his waist. The summers heat felt so much better on Wally now that he didn’t have his wooly blue cardigan to retain heat.

The bell inside Howdy’s Place’s door gave a nice ring, and Wally stepped inside to see his friends waiting for him. Wally sighed and wiped the droplets of sweat off his forehead before sitting next to Julie. The three got Neapolitan milkshakes, but separate. Wally got a simple strawberry milkshake, Julie got a double chocolate milkshake, and Frank got a plain vanilla milkshake. Julie paid for the trio’s drinks, and thank the stars that Barnaby’s joke lessons are working out finally for her. After Howdy and the trio had quite the laugh from Julie’s jokes, Wally, Frank, and Julie happily enjoyed their milkshakes. While Julie yapped on and on to Frank about her summer plans, Wally once again crossed his arms as he happily enjoyed his milkshake. Whether he was aware of it or not, Wally felt the pilings on his arm again, and started to pick at it.

It didn’t hurt, but at the same time it did. It felt as if Wally was pricking his arm with a somewhat dull sewing needle all over his arm. He wasn’t doing much else while his friends talked and Howdy managed the store, but his focus was still on drinking his milkshake, so why was he picking at his skin? Perhaps it’s a need for perfection. How else was he going to get his arm smooth again from the piling? Wally didn’t feel exactly bad for doing it, but at the same time he did.

“Wally, are you doing alright there?” Frank asked as he looked over to Wally. Blinking from his state of thought, Wally looked back over to Julie and Frank. “Oh, yes! I am doing well.” Wally exclaimed monotonously. Wally uncrossed his arms, but still held onto his one arm that had all the piling, rubbing his thumb against it all. Julie tilted her head to side to take a look, and took note of how Wally rubbing his thumb against his arm. “Is your arm ok Wally? Can I see?” Julie asked curiously. Wally looked to the side in thought, and considering he can’t exactly hide his arm now that Julie’s curious about it. Julie holds her hand out kindly to Wally, and Wally allows Julie to see his arm, continuing to look away reluctantly.

Julie took a closer look at the pilings in an odd sense of curiosity. It seems like rainbow monsters like Julie haven’t been through anything like this before. Frank looked over from where he sat as Wally took back his arm to go back to his milkshake.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of it Wally.” Frank comforted to Wally. Wally looked back up from his milkshake to look at Frank, surprised at the words they had to say. “It’s something that’s compulsive to you, right?”

“Compulsive?” Wally asked as he tilted his head in question.

“Something you tend to do on repeat, regardless of how often you try to control it.” Frank explained calmly.

Wally understanding what the word meant now, he nodded his head a bit sadly, knowing what Frank described fits to Wally’s picking. “Hm…Well, you don’t have to feel sad about it!” Julie exclaimed to Wally.

“I don’t?” Wally asked.

“Not at all! If all that describes something compulsive, then that should mean that Frank and I’s flappy hands are compulsive too!” Julie said excitedly.

Wally and Frank laughed to Julie’s enthusiasm. “Well, you aren’t wrong in that sense Julie, no. Though it’s different to what Wally’s compulsions are, that being his skin picking.” Julie looks to Wally’s arm, then back to Wally.

“Does itttt..hurt whenever you pick at your skin Wally?” Julie asked curiously.

Wally shook his head no.

“It hurts, yes, but it only feels like a pinch every time.” Wally explains in his usual monotonous tone.

Julie tries to get an idea after learning this new information, and spins around on the barstool seat while sipping her milkshake. Glancing at the rack of sticker sheets Howdy has in his shop, the lightbulb flickers in her head with an idea. She quickly got down from her chair, grabbed a sticker pack, and went back to her seat.

“Hey Howdy! How much for the stickers?” Julie asked as she waved the sticker pack in the air.

“One joke per pack, Jules!” Howdy answered.

“….Well, whatdya call a sticker that’s always late?” Julie asked Howdy.

“Hmm, I dunno Jules, what do you call a sticker that’s always late?” Howdy questioned back.

“Stick around! It’ll show up eventually.” Julie answered.

Although it took a couple of seconds for Howdy and Frank to catch on, it was a holler and a half once they got the joke (Wally laughed, but he didn’t quite understand). Howdy wipes a tear from his eye from the laugh and settles down. “Oh boy, alright you won this one Julie. Now, whatdya need those stickers for anyway?” Howdy asked a bit puzzled.

Julie demonstrated by putting a sticker on her face, and slowly peeling it off. “I think that since there’s a little itty bitty bite of hurt whenever Wally picks at his skin, Wally can put these stickers on his arm! That way when he tries to pick at his skin, it won’t hurt as much!” Julie prompted. Wally and Howdy were bedazzled by the idea of using stickers on Wally’s arm to pick at rather than his own skin. “The peeling of the stickers could give the same stimulation Wally gets from digging into his skin to get the pilings off of him! Not a bad idea Julie.” Frank admitted.

Julie gave a little flappy hands to Frank’s approval of the idea, and turned to Wally for a true test of approval.

“What do you think Wally? Does it sound good to you?” Julie asked excitedly.

“That idea sounds like the absolute most! I think we should try it!” Wally said as he gave a happy nod in yes.

Julie jumped in joy as Wally said yes to her idea, and Julie, Frank, and Howdy all helped to cover Wally in as many stickers as he wanted.

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I’ll probably draw some art of the ending too where Howdy, Julie and Frank are putting stickers all over Wally :3

[msadmiral]

Hi I have a request!

Could you write about Julie befriending a reader that comes of as scary by accident?

(If you don’t do readers could you write about Julie befriending frank who comes of as scary when he first arrived?)

Thanks!

Oh no problem! Here’s some content for our favorite girl!

Julie Joyful x Unintentionally scary! Reader headcanons!

By yours truly, MsAdmiral💖🖤

{💕🌸} When you first moved into Home, you had high doubts about the neighbors accepting you into the neighborhood.

{💕🌸} You had moved from your old home in hopes of starting anew in a place more accepting of your outward looks (and to get away from the constant judgment). You had been greatly persecuted in the past for your natural ominous aura and appearance. So once you saw how bright and colorful your new neighbors were, you thought you were in for some HUGE trouble...

{💕🌸} In your first few days in the neighborhood, you did everything you could to avoid social interaction. You stayed inside, you ignored the knocks on your front door, you only accepted gifts from your neighbors if they left them on your porch, you watched the neighbors play outside from your window... Basically ostracizing yourself out of fear and general anti-social purposes. You wanted to talk to your neighbors so badly. But then again, you were scared of what they’d think of you. Would they be like everyone else and push you away...? Would they discriminate against you for your appearance...? You didn't know. And you weren't sure if you were ready to...

{💕🌸} After a while of not being able to interact with you, most of the neighbors began to give up on trying to talk to you. But not Julie... She befriended an introvert once (Frank lol-) and she can do it again!!

{💕🌸} It took a bit of ‘mindful observation’ from afar for Julie to figure out your schedule (stalker who-), and she was finally able to figure out when you left your house for the store!

{💕🌸} Just imagine you were coming back from the store with a bag of your favorite snacks (specifically for one of your lonely depression binge snacking what-) when all of a sudden you hear “NEIGHBOR!! Neighbor, neighbor!! Wait up!! Neighbor!!!” screamed out from behind you. Think of an excited golden retriever at the dog park.

{💕🌸} Now, you could have two logical reactions in this scenario. One, you freeze in confusion and let Julie catch up to you. Or two, you make a freaking USAIN BOLT dash to your house. Regardless, Julie still catches up to you. She’s pretty fast for a little lady! “Hello there neighbor~!!! I've been wanting to meet you for so long, I just haven't been able to catch you until now!”

{💕🌸} You were horrified at first when Julie first caught you. But after a while, you got a bit confused. Flustered confused... She seemed so happy being able to talk to you and she didn't even seem slightly spooked by your appearance at all! You didn't know what to think...

{💕🌸} After a few minutes of excited chatter, Julie decided to drag you around the neighborhood to properly introduce you to all the neighbors- especially Frank since he’s her best friend (safe to say that you and Frank definitely bonded over your similar introductions). You were extremely mortified throughout all of it. But with Julie’s optimistic and encouraging attitude, you could say that you ‘warmed up’ a little…

{💕🌸} From then on out, you and Julie would hang out constantly- occasionally with Frank as well- and do everything together. Sleep overs, tea parties, picnic dates. Even just going out to get the mail!

{💕🌸} Julie would eventually help you open up to the other neighbors. It would take a lot of time, but she was patient! And after a while, you yourself became your own social butterfly- regardless of how your appearance made you stand out! But even as you got close to the other neighbors, nothing would overpower your friendship with Julie.

“Best friends forever, neighbor~!”

Once again, so sorry for the wait! I’m multitasking a lot of things on my plate right now. Thank you for your patience! And thank you very much for your ask!

Have a good day/night, anon~!

[lemontines-writing-corner]

wally darling x reader modern au series

Prologue

authors note: wally darling belongs to @/partycoffin, please support their work ! TW: SLIGHT SCOPOPHOBIA

>NEXT

Usual Day

(Y/n) had a normal life. Nothing too special; it is indeed very boring to work at an office. Dealing with papers and sorting out calls from customers, either it’d be a complaint or customer service. You do this Monday through Friday, 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., clocking in and out. Luckily for (y/n), today is Friday, and they entered their own cubicle as they took a seat and started up their computer, sipping their espresso that they made this morning. "Just have to get through this tiring day and it’s the weekend", you said, typing away, staring off the computer screen, focusing intently.  

Finally, it was lunchtime. (She/he/they) typed up the last of their documents on the computer and grabbed their lunchbox and went to the break room. As soon as (y/n) sat themselves down, (she/he/they) put their heads down against the table, hearing their co-worker Everett sitting down next to them. 

"Sounds like the sound of optimism", Everett sipped his coffee quietly, looking at you. You sighed out of exhaustion, "Mhm, totally enjoying this whole work day", sarcastically answering back at your co-worker as he let out a chuckle. 

"Since it’s Friday, I thought you might like this thing I found", Everett said, taking out his phone and showing you a picture of a puppet sitting down on a stool, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a painting palette in the other. You perked up seeing the blue pompadour puppet; "He looks like he’s from Sesame Street", You looked into his eyes. They feel like he was staring at you. 

"Close but not quiet, he’s from this old late 60’s, early 70’s cartoon show called Welcome Home", Everett scrolled through the pictures and showed you the whole cast, "So what’s the big scoop", You raised a brow as it piqued your interest. "Well, it was broadcast on some unknown channel at the time and disappeared into obscurity", Everett then proceeded, "although there was this website that is trying to restore this whole show, and I thought you might like it because it kind of looks like an ARG". 

The word ARG pulled you in as you sat back up, you being into mystery, horror, cartoons, and arg fanatics. You didn’t hesitate to ask for the website: "Thanks, Everett, I’ll definitely check it out", With the link saved on your phone, you couldn’t wait to check it out on your laptop once you got back to your apartment. Everett nodded and noticed lunchtime was coming to an end. You realized you hadn’t eaten your lunch due to sulking and being tired of your job, so you quickly ate your sandwich and gulped it down with water. 

When work was finally over, you clocked out as you took your keys out of your tote bag and went to the parking garage to look for your car. Eventually, once you reached home, you instantly flopped down on your couch, took a deep breath, and then decided to grab your laptop, which was sitting on the living room table. Luckily, you charged it before you went to bed, you were excited to enter the website name. 

You were introduced to such a colorful website. Seeing the blue pompadour puppet and smiling, you read through every page and commented on the guest book. You managed to grab the links that you found throughout the pages; you'd have to admit it was sinister but eye catching. Once done, you left the tab closed and left your computer open. "Okay, I've had my fair share of looking through that silly website, I'm gonna go take a nap", you said to yourself and went to your bedroom leaving the door open and flopping on your bed. 

Without a care in the world, you were in a deep sleep due to exhaustion from work. Little did you know your laptop that was sitting on the living room table, opened the welcome home tab. The same link you last typed in where Wally stares at you, but this time it was a spiral. Your laptop screen started to glitch as someone came out...

well I hope you like the prologue of this fanfiction! Sorry for the wait, let me know if you like this or not.

feel free to critic it too. I haven't been writing fanfiction in forever so I apologize if it didn't come ok !

as a thank you for waiting patiently and reading all the way to the end here is some concept art of Everett ^^

I also made a Spotify playlist for Wally Darling (of course this will be useful later in the story and I thought y'all might like it)

[openminded-freak]

Welcome Home x Sleepy!Reader

Word Count: 396

When you had first moved into the neighborhood, no one really knew what to think of you. With your droopy eyes that could rival Wally's and a perpetual, lazy grin, you looked ready to fall asleep even when standing up. You'd often be seen drowsing on a bench, enjoying the warm weather, or sleeping in the shade of apple trees. It was a common occurrence for you to nod off while listening to someone talk, their voice was just so soothing! You just couldn't help it.

It didn't take long for your neighbors to get used to your sleepiness. In fact, they saw it as endearing! Whenever you happened to doze while someone was speaking to you, or accidentally fall asleep on someone, they'd just smile and shake their heads. Silly neighbor! Always so sleepy.

Wally would always seem to find you whenever you were out snoozing in the shade of his beloved apple trees, or passed out on a bench. He'd sit next to you and just watch you as you slept. Sometimes you'd wake up, just barely, to acknowledge his presence, but then you'd go straight back to sleep. Due to his small size and softness, you'd use him as a pillow, or a teddy bear. Wally didn't mind at all, he'd just smile and let it happen. And stare, of course.

"Ha. Ha. I'm happy you find me so comfortable, Neighbor.."

Julie found it absolutely adorable how easily you could fall asleep. She'd often volunteer to style your hair just for sole purpose of getting to watch you gradually nod off as she messed with it. She'd usually position you to sit in front of her while she's sitting on a chair so she could brush your hair with ease. Sometimes, she'd just play with it, doing things like running her fingers through it or gently twisting locks of hair between her nimble fingers before letting them fall.

"You're so cute, Neighbor! Can I style your hair again today?"

And so on and so forth. All of the neighbors have gotten to experience your drowsiness, from Barnaby walking around with you on his back while you slept soundly, to Frank finding you napping in the soft grass when he goes to observe butterflies. The residents of Welcome Home have grown to love you and your quirks, just as you've grown to love theirs.

💙

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Headcanon/Fanfic:

Back in the early days of Welcome Home, there was a large red bird named Petey. Despite his intimidating size, Petey was gentle, kind, and frightened of pretty much everything.

Everyone loved the big red bird named Petey and he loved them back, but something felt off.

Petey was sad all the time and didn't know how to explain why to his wonderful, concerned neighbours. He felt unhappy, trapped, not like himself.

Whenever the crew of Welcome Home worked with the bird puppet, they felt uneasy; just saying the name "Petey" when referring to the character was enough to make them feel sick.

One day, a designer had the irresistible urge to alter the big red puppet. They started with adding some makeup, a lovely golden blush with matching eyeshadow that helped the dark red to pop out!

Somehow, the entire crew felt a slight sense of relief without knowing why.

When Petey's neighbours stumbled upon him with his make on for the first time, he was showered with wonderful compliments. The big red bird started to wear his makeup every day, even going on Spa Days with Frank and Julie.

Another day, the urge hit the designer again. Next, the dull blue feathers atop the red bird's head were slowly replaced with a magnificent crest of vibrant blues, greens, and yellows with matching hackles.

The crew felt a wave of euphoria flow through the studio.

It was Julie's idea to try out a new feather-do. Wally was there to help him pick out a colour palette and teach him the tricks to having a good hair day. Trying new things was scary, but the happiness he saw in his own reflection was worth it.

These slight alterations kept on going over the next coming months; longer eyelashes, softer plumage, a colourful scarf with lace, a softer voice...

It all came to a head one day when the crew realised that they barely recognised "Petey Partridge" anymore. She needed a new name.

Petey struggled with what to call herself now, but it came to her on her birthday when Barnaby gifted her a bouquet of beautiful red poppy flowers.

[speckle-meow-meow]

If you aren't busy can we see a Frank from welcome home with a fem reader who's like Shinobi from demon slayer (if you don't know, she's kinda a cold person who hides her emotions well because she lost her older sister, but she heavily reminds me of a butterfly) but reader breaks down after finding out her jacket ripped while she was hanging with one of the gang.

{All I’m gonna say about this is this isn’t platonic nor romantic, interpret this how ever you will}

You and Frank were great friends, you’d always hang out. I think Frank was drawn to you because of your butterfly-like nature.

You all were hanging out

Barnaby was running around catching a ball Wally threw

Julie and Sally were playing tag

Poppy and Howdy were preparing food

And you, Eddie, and Frank were sitting at a picnic table talking about different subjects

Then all of a sudden Barnaby ran past you accidentally dragging you with him and tearing your haori

Frank and Eddie were the first two people to get up and run to you

Then everyone gathered around you asking you all these questions

But you were on your knees holding your haori

You slowly got up and politely excused yourself speedingly walking to your home trying to hold back tears

You were crying while sewing your haori apologizing to Kanae

The Haori you decided to wear today was your older sisters

You inherited it when she passed away

It took so long to wash all that B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ off it

After finishing the patch-up you heard a light but noticeable knock at the door

It was Frank

He came to check up on you

You decided to let him in

He consoled you about your haori and comforted you the best he could

Which included hugs, words, and facts about butterflies

You fell asleep leaning on his shoulder which made him stop talking

He picked you up and put you to bed

Hoping that tomorrow will be a better day for you.

{Thank you anon for requesting Frank! I honestly don’t see a lot of him or any other characters in ‘x reader’ fics! But as always hearts and re-blogs are welcomed along with requests and questions}

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Welcome Home

♡Headcanons

☆ When were off together dancing cheek to cheek

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B. Beagle

♡Imagines:

Perfect to Wally

I love you too

♡Wally Darling

♧Fluff:

"What can I say,your a great muse."

Painting buddies

"Everything will be fine"

♤Angst:

"Don't worry safe now, I promise."

Just give me one more chance, one more glance

♡Julie Joyful

♧Fluff:

♤Angst:

♡Barnaby B. Beagle

♧Fluff:

♤Angst:

♡Frank Frankly

♧Fluff:

♤Angst:

♡Eddie Dear

♧Fluff:

♤Angst:

♡Howdy Pillar

♧Fluff:

Treated injuries

♤Angst:

♡Poppy Partridge

♧Fluff:

♤Angst:

♡Sally Starlet

♤Fluff:

♤Angst:

[sleepingdeath-light]

friendly competition hcs ; poly julie & wally

requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; julie joyful, wally darling

outline ; “Headcanons of Julie and Wally secretly battling for reader’s attention?

Reader is in a poly relationship with both but Julie and Wally are competing to win the title of favorite s/o out of the two (even though reader loves them both so much).

Nothing too violent, they all love each other but these two goobers do silly things to try and be the favorite because they just love s/o so much 🙏”

warning(s) ; silly rivalry between lovers, fluff

your relationship with your partners was, in a word, blissful — filled with endless compassion and frequent sleepovers and nights spent staring up at the stars and talking about anything and everything under the sun

you all loved each other dearly and equally, but that didn’t mean that your boyfriend and girlfriend didn’t get competitive at times

they engage in silly rivalries and meaningless competitions to get your attention and it seems like every week opens with a new strange scheme to gain your favour

it’s peculiar, but definitely flattering

like you could all be cuddled up in bed — wally lounging on his back with one arm around your waist and julie resting her head on your chest whilst tracing patters on your stomach — and they’ll find something the quietly bicker about

it can start off with wally saying something like ‘you’re prettier than any painting, (name)’

and then julie will one-up him by saying something like ‘you’re more beautiful than the night sky’

and they go back and forth exchanging compliments for you whilst glaring across your body at each other — catching you very thoroughly in the crossfire whilst they compare you to everything from the constellations to the paintings of old masters to the natural awe of an untouched desert oasis

another example was when you were over at julie’s house doing some baking and you’d mentioned your favourite baked good to them offhandedly

they shared a look and immediately set to trying to make the best version of that baked good whilst trying to sabotage each other — leaving you to potter around with your own plan whilst they went to war

the great neighbourhood bake-off — which ended with them both caked in flower, with icing in julie’s hair and wally’s trousers splotched with jam

it was a mess but their dishes were delicious so really there was no way for you to lose in that particular battle

they bicker over breakfasts in bed and compete over who can spoil you the most on your birthday — who can get the best gifts, who can wrap those gifts the best, who made the best food, etc.

anyone who gets in the way is sure to end up terribly confused

but despite it all, it’s still abundantly clear how much you all love each other

julie will still always greet wally with a tight hug and a kiss, wally will always share his favourite things with her, and you’ll always make time for your weekly dates

and you and wally will always have a soft spot for your adorable, brightly coloured girlfriend and will let her decorate you to her heart’s content — even if the new hairdo doesn’t necessarily suit you

just because they scramble over each other over who gets to be the first one to kiss you or the last one to say ‘i love you’ each night, doesn’t mean that they love each other any less

because they adore each other, they just happen to both adore you and adore being competitive over trivial things at the same time

and the title of ‘favourite spouse’ is just too dang appealing to pass up

(even if you always insist that you’ll love them both equally no matter what; they already own your heart and you can’t have more than 100%)

[atripandahalf]

we are each waves and also the ocean

(ao3) (au link)

It was a quiet day in the neighbourhood, and Barnaby looked out the window from his kitchen. The sun was shining, it was about midday... and the neighbours were throwing a party?

part of my mlpth au for welcome home but can be read as standalone! please send me asks about this AU :)

tags: barnaby-centric, minor references to hello puppets, fluff

It was a quiet day in the neighbourhood, and Barnaby looked out the window from his kitchen. The sun was shining, it was about midday, and he had just got back from the shops, where Howdy was busy working. He was spending the early afternoon washing and preparing the fruit and vegetables he had just bought. The chopping motions were soothing, and it was warm enough that he could leave his window open. The neighbour felt like it bustled more than the farm back home ever did, with all its chatter and gossip, and its contact with the other local neighbourhoods. Plenty of people visited their neighbourhood, either to shop or to simply chat with the residents and so there was always noise, the space always lively, and all the houses were close enough together that the lively chatter could be heard from Barnaby's house. And it was always pleasant. The noise got louder, reaching a crescendo, and Barnaby wiped off his hands before walking out into the town centre.

The town centre was, in actuality, pretty small, just like the neighbourhood, but to Barnaby, it seemed huge. There was a fountain in the centre, but the space was also filled with familiar faces - and a few new ones. The plaza was filled with the sound of music, as what Barnaby recognised as one of Julie's siblings if the hair was anything to go by, was singing into a microphone. They were shorter than Barnaby, although that was hardly saying much, and wore a ruffled dress, that faded from orange to yellow, making them look more like a sunset than a puppet, especially with that sparkle in their eye. The melody was bright, and almost jazz-like in the swing of it, and it made you want to get up and start moving, which some of the other people in the square appeared to have already been doing. Barnaby watched Eddie coax Frank into dancing, Julie pushing him further into dancing quite literally, as he stumbled into Eddie's open arms. Frank's face was blushing bright red, and he moved a little awkwardly, yet Eddie just seemed to find it more endearing as he whisked him away to the swing of the music. Frank accidentally hit Wally in an attempt to follow Eddie's dance moves, letting out a very strangled, "Sorry!" as he went by. Wally just smiled back, in what Barnaby thought was that adorable way of his, and continued talking to somebody that Barnaby had never seen before.

He was an older man, his hair greyed and sticking out on either side of his head, with a little purple top hat resting on his head. He was wearing an old-fashioned suit, in a dark cool purple, and that, paired with his monocle, made him feel slightly out of place within the Neighbourhood. There was a woman standing next to him, with a mop of ginger hair on her head, and in a very badly stained lab coat - a scientist of some sort, then - who seemed to want to interject but thought better of it, and kept rolling her eyes at her companion's answers. She kept moving her hands oddly, seemingly seeking something to hold on to at her hip, and coming up short. These people seemed to be new to the neighbourhood, but somehow knew Wally - were they old friends, or even his family perhaps? Barnaby had always thought it odd that Wally had never mentioned any of his relatives, but he didn't want to open a can of worms that Wally would rather he didn't, so he never asked, but by the looks of it they were close, with Wally listening intently to the mans every word, and even when the woman interjected with a snide comment towards him, Wally would laugh good-naturedly. They seemed to be... okay.

Just next to their little group, Howdy was leaning outside the open window of his shop, talking to Sally and Poppy. Howdy made eye contact with Barnaby and waved, and Barnaby walked on over.

"Hey y'all, how's it going?" Barnaby greeted standing on the other side of Howdy, across from Sally and Poppy. The stand seemed to have changed what it was selling since Barnaby was here earlier and now had an array of snacks and drinks, and there was even a small freezer full of ice cream and lollies. Clearly, everyone was celebrating something, and Barnaby was so confused as to how he could have missed it.

Howdy greeted him warmly and offered him a drink. Barnaby accepted and let the conversation wash over him. As he sipped his drink, he caught up with his friends, listening to their stories about the latest happenings in the neighbourhood. The party was in full swing, and Barnaby felt grateful to be a part of such a close-knit and welcoming community.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and a voice boomed through the speakers. "Neighbours and friends, may I have your attention please?" It was Wally, his striped suit glinting in the daylight. "Thank you for coming out today. Our neighbourhood is truly a special place, and events like this remind us of that!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, and the music started up again. Barnaby felt a sense of belonging and happiness wash over him as he danced and laughed with his neighbours. He knew that he had made the right choice in moving to this neighbourhood, and he felt lucky to call it his home. Although, he still had no idea what the event was for.

[brights-place]

A/N: I made this in 2am Im so tired and anyways here’s An special Halloween Headcannons of welcome home! Let’s enjoy these Headcannons even though this is a very early Halloween post :DD

Halloween Headcannons with “Welcome Home” Characters

You and sally like to go to Julie’s house so you three can show each-other your costumes.

When you want to add some finishing touches to your costume you ask Julie and sally for help.

Wally tried to convince you to match with him with an Angel and Devil costume like a “Matching Couple” costume you thought it was cute but wanted to do your own costume Wally was sad but understood.

You visited Howdy’s to buy some candy and noticed his Ghost costume beside him was Poppy who was buying things you ran to poppy and continued to tell her how her Pumpkin costume is so cute “Well Later Once im finished making Pumpkin pie you can come over if you would like?” You nearly cried at Poppy due to her motherly figure and howdy laughed at how you looked at Poppy “Poppy Look She/He/Their Close to crying for how sweet you are” poppy started getting worried hut you assured her nothing was wrong and said ‘You are a gift’ poppy heart was aching

You bought the stuff you needed and started chatting with howdy about your plans for halloween.

Howdy enjoyed how you were bursting with joy about Halloween (If you don’t like Halloween ignore this one!)

You planned on buying food and watching horror movies and pranking kids if they decided to poof into the town.

Returning to Julie’s house you waved hello to Eddie and frank who waved back with a smile on there face.

Heading inside Julie’s you noticed the two surrounding a bowl of candies “What are you? OH DANG THOSE ARE (Favourite Candy/Sweet) LET ME JOIN THIS CULT” you joined the two.

Eddie knocked on the With frank but heard nothing frank sighed taking out a spare key Julie had given him he clicked the door open and walked inside the dark house.

Flicking on the lights he and Eddie jumped seeing the three of you dancing around a bowl of (Favourite Candy/sweet)

Frank gave the weirdest look while eddie laughed.

Eddie motioned you guys to leave julie’s house “Wally is hosting the Halloween party this year come on” you guys walked over to Wally’s and. You smiled greeting house only reciving a *Creak* and a *Squeak* in return.

Heading inside everybody separated you in the living room talking with howdy before noticing Eddie and Frank in the corner of the room.

Both do them blushing and smiling at each other you couldn’t help but squeal silently hearing Eddie compliment frank is costume and frank doing the same.

Howdy noticed this as-well and glanced at you when You slowly raised up a Polaroid camera and took photos of the two and ran away once frank noticed you and the camera

“SHOW MERCY FRANK” you screeched running to Julie while frank chased after you while Eddie laughed at the scene seeing you and him run around in circles.

Barnaby walked out of the kitchen with Wally both chatting and noticed the commotion.

Now Standing beside Eddie Wally tilted his head confused but chuckled “LET ME GOOOOO” you yelled wiggling in franks grasp as he held you upside down while you flapped your arms “No” Frank said.

Julie entered with sally inside the room after they went outside to give poppy a hand with food both of them were even more confused seeing you upside down.

the two laughed along with the others as you begged for mercy seeing frank eat some of your candy as revenge making you wail.

Wally walked towards you and smiled wearing his lil devil costume and helped you up Barnaby by his side.

You grinned “Nice Vampire and Devil costume guys” Barnaby smiled “Not bad costume either! I like the (Insert costume) I like it very much” Barnaby said crossing his arms nodding.

Wally smiled “I like it too” you grinned at him and turned your attention to Eddie “Eddie here I took the photos just for you” You said handing the Polaroids do him and frank you took moments ago “I’m keeping one for my Memory Book” Eddie grinned “Thanks Y/N”

Wally smiled calling out to everybody to get ready for a group photo.

Rushing over the group huddled together smiling at the camera “Say happy Halloween!” Wally said grinning everybody shouting out “Happy Halloween” at the camera with smiling faces.

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Here it is, the chapter for which the whole story was named! Really had fun writing this, I'm having fun with all of them.

Don't be surprised if future installments take the teensiest bit longer to get done- I'd had a rough draft for these four going in, but everything past it will be brand new. Will still try to get things done as soon as I can- I'm excited to share what I've made, just as you're probably excited to read it!

~Little Flame, Chapter 4~

It took several more minutes to convince Eddie that his mate really wasn't sick, and a few more days trapped in the house to convince other folks that they were. But when Julie called them up excitedly asking if Frank felt ok enough to come by for lunch, how could he resist? She was their best friend after all!

So, off they went, and soon Frank found himself at Sally's theater, happily listening to the two girlfriends chatter away.

"It must be natural lighting this time," the star declared. "Candlelight if we may. Harsher stage lamps just won't do for the mood!"

"Forgive my saying it, but I'm not sure I trust you around open flame," Frank half-joked.

At this, Sally spun around, dramatic finger in his direction before turning it on herself. "Francisco, darling, I am open flame! If my set hasn't burned down by now, then surely a few measly lights won't pose a much greater risk."

"You've let us help you light menorah candles too," Julie chimed in. "Why would that be allowed and this isn't?"

Frank rolled their eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "That's different. I'm there to watch you then, and make sure you don't hurt yourselves."

"So you can help us now!" Sally said assertively, stamping her foot down close to them. So close, in fact, that he could feel the intense heat her presence naturally gave off, and they had to admit she was right before. If her natural starborn radiance hadn't caught things on fire by now, nothing would.

"Will you help us Frank? Please?" Julie pleaded.

Frank looked from the star to the monster and back, finally letting out a groan as he flopped backwards onto the wood of the stage. "Fine!" They grumbled, far too exhausted these days to even try arguing. "I suppose I can help you."

The next hour was spent getting candles together from each of their houses and those of their neighbors, along with the various cups, jars, and vases that fit the collection. In the end, they had 34 small burning lights, set up to test their effect in the darkest back corner of Sally's backstage.

"I will say, this looks good," Frank said, bending to light the last candle. "You're right Sally, the warm tones feel...cozy."

"Of course!" the star beamed. "You should know you can always rely on my genius in matters of art!"

Julie walked up to her, giggling, and placed a small kiss on her cheek. "It's what I like about you. You're smart, funny, really pretty-"

"Alright stop!" Frank shouted playfully, "before she gets any more of a big head about it."

"You're jealous."

"Am not."

As he watched the two wandering off to make props, both were practically gleaming (one literally so.) It made Frank smile. After all they'd been through, here they were, happy lives so full of love for each other. Julie and Sally, Wally & Howdy, Barbie with her lovely boyfriend & Poppy with both of her girls.

He & Eddie, and the beautiful child they'd soon welcome home. Looking at the flickering, soft candlelight, their hand gently rested over his belly, heart full of contented joy. "I'll have my own little flame to take care of soon," he thought to themselves.

A gasp. He turned to see them both staring at him wide-eyed in shock, and Frank's blood ran cold.

He hadn't thought it. They had said it.

And now she had heard.

Moments passed in a razor-edged silence between them, mere seconds that felt like eons, and then Frank cleared his dry, raspy throat. "I-I didn't..."

Julie was the first to speak, a few gentle steps towards them & words spoken softly even though he could tell she was vibrating with contained emotion. "Frank? You're...you're pregnant?"

Their hands flew up now, one in his hair and the other making desperate attempts to wave off her comment. "D-don't be ridiculous Julie, I can't-"

"Hey," Sally spoke up now, equally awkward as she fumbled for the right words to not upset him. "I-It's alright dear, I...already knew about that. Or...I'd had my suspicions at least."

Frank stared into her eyes, anxieties scanning them for any possible sign of judgement. But there was none, only quiet and warm reassurance, solid ground on which to stand. "You didn't say anything?" To which she merely shrugged. "It's not my place to say. You'd tell us when you were ready to."

A barely compressed squeal shot out of Julie now, finally breaking the thick atmosphere. "Oh, but is it true? Is it really real that you're having a baby my guy???"

Frank could hug her right now. And they did, holding tight through the dizzying drop in his blood pressure. He was laughing, nerves and relief tangled up together in their head. "Yes, yes. It's...a few weeks along now, I think."

The rest of the afternoon was spent in excited chatter as before, his friends offering all the congratulations, questions and advice they could muster and to which Frank felt comfy responding. As they said their goodbyes, sunset bathing the trio in the same lovely glow as before, a soft rumble of laughter rang out from the door.

"Guessin' they know about it too now, huh?" Eddie asked, stepping out to embrace his partner.

"Yes," Frank replied with a chuckle of his own. "Sort of slipped out when we were testing the candlelight for Sally's play."

"Candles?" Eddie raised an eyebrow at that. "Don't know if I trust her around open flame."

[indecisive-dizzy]

Okay I’m gonna leave some random happy ideas because I need fluff

Frank and Eddie holding hands, they deserve it

Poppy and Sally baking together, Sally makes a mess but helps Poppy clean it up

Julie making a snowman that looks like Frank is something that hasn’t left my mind all day, Barnaby makes so many funny jokes about it

Wally and Home just vibing, evil home does not exist /hj

Howdy cleaning his bodega and listening to music, that’s all I want

Also I need Eddie and Howdy interactions in canon, they are so everything to me

Howdy becoming a butterfly and having pretty wings

I need more of Julie’s siblings, they’re underrated

I’m sorry if I’ve been sending a lot of stuff lmao, I’ve just been thinking a lot :]

Eddie would hold hands forever if he could,,, but Frank can't stand it after a while lol me too bud

Sally usually just observes bc when she does cook/bake it's a huge mess. Poppy doesn't really mind I think, she usually cleans as she goes so maybe it's not that big an issue!

Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman- ahem,,, I'm not funny! Barnaby's having a blast though

Home may not be evil but they are Sassy and Will Judge You. I personally believe Home is constantly rolling it's eyes at Everyone but Wally. also they love Wally so much,, like that's their lil guy! Barnaby has to share lmao Wally loves home too :)

Eddie and Howdy listening to music together in the bodega! They're just having a vibe together

Mmm butterfly howdy,,, may I direct your attention to @/carnivalcarrion for Yassified Howdy if you have not see the wonders already

I need to see Jonsey do literally anything,,,The design ever,, so pretty. Franny would step on me. I would thank her. Bea seems very sweet! I think she'd give good advice :)

[mothandpidgeon]

Embers Undying (Pero Tovar x wife!reader)

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pairing: Pero Tovar x wife!reader

rating: T

summary: Pero returns from the Great Wall with a dazzling gift for you.

contents: fluff, soft!Pero, yearning, kissing, allusions to masturbation and sex moth never uses y/n.

wc: 1.5k

a/n: In my Pero Tovar brain rot era. I wish I'd thought of this idea before the fourth of July. I did about 5 minutes of research into early Chinese fireworks so if you see any historical inaccuracies, no you didn't. Thank you to @lowlights and @ezrasbirdie for beta.

Someone’s coming. Hooves fall hard and fast in the night, their sound growing closer. Your heart stutters in your chest. You’re alone and your little cottage is quite out of the way. If this is trouble, no one will hear you scream. 

You reach for the scabbard that rests beside the front door. You’re not confident with a weapon but your husband refused to leave you by yourself for so many months without protection. The presence of a sword alone may be enough to deter an unsavory character. 

A shadowy figure on horseback nears and you unsheath the blade. 

“Who is there?” you ask into the darkness. 

He slows, the weak candle light from the cottage catching his silhouette and you nearly fall to your knees. You’d recognize those features anywhere though it’s been countless months since you saw them last. 

“Such a warm welcome, mi esposa,” Pero says with a grin. 

The sword slips from your grip, clattering on the ground, but you’re already racing towards him. He jumps out of the saddle just in time to catch you in a tight embrace. Big arms lock around you, squeezing you to his chest.  His heartbeat pounds so furiously you can practically feel it through his leather armor. His scent surrounds you and you breathe it in deeply. Beneath the smell of horse and sweat is a familiar musk that immediately makes you feel at home though you never left. It hasn’t been home without him. 

You pull back to look at him, your eyes brimming with joyful tears. He is unchanged— still rugged and beautiful, still scarred and square— and he looks at you with the same eager delight. His dark eyes flit between your own, a rough thumb brushing over your cheek. You stare at each other, as if making up for all of the hours you wished you could see one another during his absence. 

Finally, you can’t hold back any longer. You kiss him and kiss him, your lips eager to be reunited with his. He’s been gone such a long time, you’re afraid this might be a dream, but the bite of his stubble against your face and the grip of his fingers on your upper arms tells you that this is no phantom. 

His kiss is always commanding, insistent. He cradles your face in his hands, tongue pressing into your mouth. You tangle your fingers into his hair and it grounds you. He’s here again. Finally. 

When you come up for air, your lips swollen from his mustache and the rake of his teeth, you’re staring at him again. You break away just far enough that you can admire him, his features nearly out of focus as you hold him close. 

“I didn’t know when you would return,” you say, breathless. 

His eyes don’t match his gruff exterior. They’re warm and twinkling like melting stars as he watches his thumb trace your bottom lip. He smiles lazily, enjoying the details of you. 

“It would’ve been sooner but I stopped at an inn last night to clean myself up. I wanted to be presentable to you,” he admits. 

“You know I wouldn’t care”, you say. 

“You would not have recognized me. I might’ve met the sharp side of that sword,” he chuckles. 

You playfully swat his chest and he’s kissing you again, the tremble of his laughter on his lips. He guides your hands up to his neck again. His mouth travels to your ear, tracing the shell and nipping at your lobe. Shivers of pleasure burn across your skin, a familiar throbbing between your legs doubling in his presence. 

You moan. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve ached for him, imagining his tongue stroking you instead of your fingers. Dreaming about those nights when you were both so young— sneaking away to meet him, your back pressed against a barn, skirts hoisted around your waist. 

He pulls your hips into him and desire overwhelms you. You feel his muscular thigh through the thin fabric of your night dress and a  whimper escapes you. 

“I missed that sound, querida,” he growls, his mouth on your neck. 

“Take me to bed and I’ll make it again,” you pant. 

He hums hungrily but says, “Soon, hermosa. You must wait.”

“I cannot. Wait. Even a second. Longer,” you say between kisses. 

He smiles against your lips. 

“I have a gift for you,” he says. 

“It can wait until morning,” you say but he’s already stepping away.

At least, he tries to. You refuse to let go of his hand as he retrieves something from behind his saddle. There’s nothing in the world you could want more than him right now. Especially not a cylinder made of paper, marked with symbols you don’t understand.

“Mi amor,” you complain. 

“Needy,” he teases with another kiss. “You missed me, eh?”

You huff. 

“Wait right here,” he says and he goes deep into the garden, taking your strange gift with him. 

Usually when he returns from his travels, Pero is the one tearing at your clothing. He’ll delay a meal to slake his lust. He’s been on the other side of the world and now just a few yards between you feels unbearable. 

He kneels in the field, setting the thing upright. 

“This is a gift from the Chinos,” he explains as he unspools a long string across the distance between you and the tube. “For our heroism. We saw some action.”

You gasp. 

“You worried about me, querida?” he asks. 

“Of course.”

The amusement playing on his features quickly melts into affection. All these years and he’s still touched when he’s reminded you love him. 

He quickly recovers himself. 

“Fetch me a candle,” he urges. 

“Pero,” you groan. 

“Rápida, hermosa.” He taps at your behind. 

You’ve missed your husband but not his stubborn nature. Once you’ve done as you’re told, cupping your hand around the flickering flame, Pero crouches down. 

“Ready?” he asks. 

Before you can answer, he’s touching the fire to the cord and it lights with a hiss. You yelp with delight as a small flame begins to travel down the length of the fuse. Pero laughs and pulls you into him, this time his big palms cover your ears. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“Watch,” he says, his eyes glimmering with the reflection of fire. 

The noise it makes might be the loudest you’ve ever heard, a boom like the thunder of a hundred storm clouds. You scream and bury your face into Pero’s front, heart pounding like a frightened rabbit. 

“No. Look,” he urges, turning you back around. “You’ll miss it.” His voice is all exhilaration. 

You peek up to see something unlike anything before it. 

It’s dazzling, exploding in the sky above you like the sparks off a blacksmith’s anvil. They glow against the darkness and then shimmer towards the earth. Falling, almost floating like snowflakes made of fire. Each ember twinkles out somewhere over your head. 

Your breath catches. What you’re witnessing is nothing short of magic. It’s beautiful, like bottled stars raining above you. What other fantastical things Pero saw in that far away place, you can’t begin to imagine, but you doubt anything could be as astounding as this. 

You turn to Pero and find that he’s not looking at this miracle. His gaze is fixed on you, enjoying the wonder on your face. The warm glow illuminates his features, the strong line of his nose and the tanned cords of his neck. This handsome man, obstinate yet attentive, protective, all yours. 

You’re overcome with a sense of gratitude— thankful that he’s returned home time and again. There were so many nights when you had no idea whether he was alive or dead and how would you even hear if the worst had happened? How would you go on without him? But he’s here and he’s safe. 

And this time he’s brought you a true rarity, something, perhaps no one in the world you know has ever seen. He could have sold it to a king for a wagon full of gold but, instead, it’s just for you to share.  

You want to thank him but you can’t find the words to say it all. The warm look on his face tells you there's no need, that he’s just as grateful you waited. You’re both so lucky to be in this moment. Reunited. He slips his hands around your waist, drawing you close. 

“Now, hermosa, let me show you how I’ve missed you,” he purrs. 

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Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry)