#need more art of her w bugs!!!!!!

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

hc/short story/blurb?? for shino with a girl that specializes on plant jutsu? I like thinking of them as sort of like in nature. (I had to look it up lol) mutualism! 🌱🪲

Also whenever shino (attempts) to talk, she takes all of it in. When shino’s not around, she notices and remembers him. Shino and her go back and forth about all sorts of stuff; she asks about Shino’s bugs and his favorites and she actually listens. Shino finally reciprocates and asks about her plants and all that.

She vibes well with most of the teams though so she’s got friend groups up the wazoo. Shino’s petty as fuck so I’m getting some jealous vibes from him too. But he shouldn’t feel that way over someone he’s not even in a relationship with, he thinks…. Not with the first person that’s actually remembered him, no……

(Also, shino’s canonically packing so do with that as you will, my friend. I just need something for our beloved bug boy.)

this request had me in a chokehold for two whole days - i really ran with this, it's pretty long, but sets up well for the last part of your request - i hope this hits your marks, thank you for the request!!

The Art of Mutual Growth

Pairing: Shino x f!Reader

Summary: Shino meets his perfect match while on a mission, and he quickly finds out that his solitude was dust, compared to the castle of your company.

W/c: 4.3k

Warnings: Swearing, talk of suicide (Shino's terribly dramatic about you), self-loathing

Notes: i was imagining Shino a few years post Blank Period in this, but this could work for Boruto era Shino too if y'all are in to that top knot - if you want a smuttier part 2, i got that shit lined right up, just lmk

Masterlist💿

He was used to being overlooked, discounted, alone. It never bothered him - even in love, his parents were solitary people, raising him to be unbothered by a sullen lack of attention. Being left to his own devices, Shino turned to his bugs for solace, and they provided as much as they could. To his knowledge, he was perfectly happy, alone with his insects.

But then you danced into his life, a trail of flowers in your wake.

You were his perfect match; a woman who could use Plant Release technique. Your kekkei tota was a gift of your Kiso blood, but too powerful for you to ever have full control over. Still, your control was wildly impressive, and your technical fighting skills were more precise than any Shino had seen before. Unlike him, you hailed from the Land of Flowers, but you couldn't reveal any further personal details at the time. It was a shame that the mission that brought you to Shino didn't allow him the time he so desperately needed to talk to you.

Side by side, you and he had fought together. Your snaking vines fed Shino's bugs chakra, and allowed them to infiltrate places on your vines with a much greater speed and accuracy than they ever could when Shino was alone. His bugs found your chakra delicious, almost as distracted as he was by you and your power. The recon mission went without hitch, mainly thanks to your immense amount of pure chakra and will to prove your capabilities. It was a shame.

Upon the mission's completion, Shino merely listened to your cracking conversation with Kiba and Shikamaru, resigned to the fact that he had missed his chance, already moving on in his mind.

When the team returned to the Hidden Leaf, Shino was ready to be the first to leave, already peeling away from the group until...

"I'm sorry," your sweet voice said timidly, behind Shino.

He stopped in his tracks, and you did as well, staying right behind him. The bugs' chakra told him you seemed nervous, which arguably relaxed him. Clipped, he asked, "What for?"

"We never got the chance to get to know each other," you grinned, coming around Shino to face him with a placid smile. Extending your hand, you gave him your name, and with a charm to your tone, asked for his.

Clearing his throat, Shino couldn't find his voice for a second. He had never seen such a pretty smile, let alone been the receiver of one. Your bubbly attitude caught him off guard. He couldn't fathom what you were doing, why you would be wasting your time, talking to him. You could've stayed with the team, striking up any number of conversations with one of them... but you didn't. You chose to talk to him.

"Shino Aburame," he said finally, taking your warm hand in his.

"You're wonderfully strong, Shino," you hummed, shaking his hand slightly. "The chakra control you possess is to be envied. I'd love to know more about your insects, if you have the time."

Staring the gift horse right in the mouth, he scoffed, "You must be joking."

"No." The expression you wore quickly became confused, but your tone genuinely despondent. With a twitch, you let go of his hand and Shino could feel his heart plummet. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

From behind, Kiba's strong voice cut you off. "Hey, Y/n! Wanna take a tour of Konoha?" He came bounding up to the pair of you, Akamaru by his side, stealing your attention from Shino. "I'm free to be your guide, unless...you two..."

Looking back at Shino for a moment, you seemed to mull something over thoroughly in your mind. Your eyes were full of expectation, and Shino could feel his palms dampen.

"Go with him," Shino said, as casually as he could, though his words came out rather harshly.

He wished he could take it back as soon as he said it. The feeling that came when he saw a sharp sparkle in your eye, followed by an overbearing dullness, made Shino feel empty and so very stupid. Your lips drew straight, and your air became serious - everything about you became stony, frigid. The exact opposite of your demeanour before Shino had opened his stupid mouth.

Maintaining eye contact with Shino as you took Kiba up on his offer, he could feel his heart leap from his chest and into your palm. You squeezed it then, and when he watched you walk away with Kiba and his ninken, you crushed it.

In the aftermath of the successful recon mission, you were invited by the Fifth Hokage to stay in Konoha and train under her. You took her up, of course, and became an active member of the society within the Hidden Leaf. Everywhere Shino went, there you would be, talking to swarms of people at a time.

It was Promethean punishment, that he didn't deserve.

You would never speak to him again, because he was born with his foot in his mouth. He would be cursed to see you everywhere he turned, but you would never speak to him again.

A week had passed since you came to Konoha to stay. Shino had been tantalized, shown exactly what he wanted but couldn't have, for seven days, and he was sick to death. His solitude had never felt so solitary, watching you bop around the village with an onslaught of people.

It was made even worse by the fact that he had consistently been catching you, staring at him. The bugs would be abuzz, begging Shino to ask you to sprout one of your vines, telling him that you looked ready to approach him, yourself. He ignored then dually, thinking they were exaggerating your apparent willingness to speak to him. Why would you ever leave a full entourage, just to speak to him?

With the sun sinking lowly over Hokage Mountain, Shino decided to wrap up his meditation and just go home. His body was alight with energy, but his soul begged for rest and reprieve, something that Shino could not provide. As such, he left the sanctity of his neck of the woods to make a medial dinner and have a long sleep. Maybe that would fix him, though it hadn't seemed to work for the last week. Shino felt restless, completely unable to settle in a way that even resembled himself before you came along.

He would just have to get over you. The chance you served up on a silver platter had been spit on, and you would surely never serve it again. Shino had to move onward and upward, he couldn't stagnate.

But then-

There you were. In his hallway. In front of a door. Fiddling with your keys and hissing curses under your breath.

And all Shino could think was, I am going to make her my wife. I need to marry this woman.

"Hi."

You looked up, startled, but quickly smiled and looked back at your keys, still pulling and shoving. Slowly, you said, "Hey...Shino, right?"

He had never heard his name like that before. It dripped with silver and gold as it left your pretty lips, and Shino never wanted anyone else to say his name again. Only you. Only you, forever.

Looking up at his lack of response, you seemed nervous but tried to smile. "You're my bug boy, aren't you?"

"Yes," he said a little too quickly. The nervousness vanished from your expression as embarrassment became his. He cleared his throat, trying again, "Yeah. That's me. Shino."

She remembered. Her bug boy. Her's. She knows. I need to make her mine. Someway, somehow.

"I didn't think I knew anyone in the building," you said, finally procuring the key you wanted from the tangle. You slipped it into your door, the smiled at Shino, the nervousness coming back to you. In a light voice, you asked, "Would you...would you like to come in? Have a tea? With me?"

Shino thought he had died and gone to Heaven. There was no other plausible reason for him to have been getting another opportunity with you, this one infinitely more golden than the last.

The lock clicked and you opened the door, still awaiting his answer. A rush of cool air came over Shino, standing near your door. Leaning back, Shino tried to bite back his forming grin, before saying,

"I would like that very much."

You mumbled something under your breath and stepped into the apartment. Shino followed in after you, welcomed by the scent of lavender and rosemary. As you let him look around the living room, you went to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

Shino had never seen such a beautiful little place, especially not one that reflected it's inhabitant so well. Plants sprawled across every wall, their pots interconnected through a series of braided vines that wrapped and weaved around the others. All of the wooden things in the apartment were birch, the coffee table, the bookshelves, the chairs. To boot, all of the pillows and cushions were a pale, dusty green colour. Books and journals laid all over, accompanied by a myriad weapons and solo-practice materials. The feeling of peace was abundant in the small apartment, Shino found himself actually start to relax.

So, he would be letting you decorate the house when you eventually became his wife. This was useful information to Shino.

"Sencha or matcha?" You asked him, poking your head out of the kitchen.

You cared. "Sencha."

"Okay, give me another minute." You ducked back into the kitchen, your hair flowing so nicely behind you.

Feeling his bugs growing anticipatory, he began to try and suppress them. The last thing Shino wanted right now was for his bugs to take advantage of your hospitality. But his refusal only made them angrier. With your vines so near, it was like holding a lollipop in front of a child and saying no.

Coming back into the living room with a tea tray, you smiled at Shino, making him neglect his control over the bugs. Almost immediately, a swarm of insects came from Shino's body and flocked to the nearest vine before Shino could do anything about it. He swore and started trying to wrangle them, only stopping when he heard your melodic laugh.

He never wanted to hear anything else again. Not even the way you said his name could compare to your laughter - no sweeter sound had ever been produced.

"I don't mind, Shino, let them be," you hummed, setting the tray onto the table almost silently. Shino turned to you slowly, unsure if you were just letting your hospitality speak for you. You laughed, "It's fine. I promise."

"Whatever you say," Shino replied faintly, still not convinced but not willing to argue with you for even a second.

He came around to the couch as you picked up the jade teapot and poured both cups. He thanked you, taking up his teacup while you sat down on the couch. Sipping the steaming beverage, Shino hummed,

"This might be the best tea I've ever had."

"I'm glad," you grinned, sipping your tea before patting the cushion beside you. "Sit with me. Please."

Without hesitation, Shino sat on the furthest edge of the couch, giving you the space you deserved. You just giggled softly, collecting your legs onto the couch and shifting your entire body to face Shino. He smiled absentmindedly, heart thumping inside of his chest.

"So, I have to ask," you started. Shino turned more toward you, giving you his full attention. "Why did you get all aggro when I asked you about your bugs, the other day?"

Oh. No. No, this wasn't what he wanted. No.

"It...erm, it was... I don't..." Stars above, wasn't he pathetic? Couldn't even speak to the only person he wanted to speak to. He sighed deeply, "It wasn't the bugs, I just... I thought you were making fun of me when... when you... you know...?"

Furrowing your eyebrows as he blathered, you looked at Shino like he was crazy. He had never had so much trouble stringing together a sentence, and he didn't even finish the thought. The silence that followed was thick and heavy, just making Shino feel worse about his inability to talk to you.

"When I complimented your chakra and your control?" You asked finally. Shino nodded, just thankful that you spoke and he didn't have to. To his surprise, you smiled that sweet smile of yours and asked, "Why?"

"Who are you? The police?"

"Oh, n-no... I'm sorry."

Fuck, he could've killed himself. Only Shino Aburame could make a joke that wipes the smile off of your face. It was his voice, it wasn't jovial enough. No, it was his face, he looked too mean. No, no, it was his brain.

"No, I'm sorry," Shino sighed, setting his cup on the coffee table before rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses.  "It's the fact that you're as powerful as you are... and I'm not..."

"We don't have to talk about that."

Letting a short chuckle fall from his lips, Shino looked at you from the side of his glasses, getting a fully coloured vision of you in his peripheral. He took a breath, then felt a small bubble of laughter as he asked, 

"Then what do you want to talk about?" He sipped his tea, letting it warm his hands. "I'm a much better listener than talker, if you haven't caught on."

"I could've guessed." Narrowing his eyes, though you couldn't see them, Shino turned his head to you slowly. You laughed freely, "I talk too much as it is. I've got some innate need to chew the air. Aren't we a lovely pair?"

The church bells ringing, everyone's chatter falling to a hush as the organ begins-

"Hm, you've got such a nice voice, Shino - it's a pity you want to deprive me of it."

And here you are, coming down the aisle, right into his arms.

"W-what do you want me to say?" He asked quickly, chomping at the bit to make you happy. He didn't even have the mind to question your sentiment, just elated that it existed.

You sipped your tea, saying, "Tell me about your bugs."

"You're not making this easy for someone born to be a mute," he joked, watching your reaction intensely. Shino prayed his tone was humorous, that the small smile on his lips would support him.

And, to his joy, you laughed. Warm and rich, each soundwave landed on Shino's ear like a butterfly's kiss. You hummed, "I'm sorry-"

"And, please, stop apologizing to me - you haven't had a thing to be sorry for," he added.

"Okay," you said softly, looking at Shino with a matching expression. "Who's your favourite, then?"

That was a hard question for Shino to answer, especially given the bugs were in the room. But they were distracted, and so was he - both parties too under your influence to care.

Shino was still stumbling over his words and forgetting the most important ones, but you remained patient and attentive. It seemed you either were enchanted by his voice, or you were genuinely interested in what he had to say. Either way, Shino felt confidence bloom within him, and he started launching into great detail about his insects.

With rapt attention, you listened to every word that came from his mouth. Here and there, you would interject valid questions into the lulls of his speech, and he would answer them fully. As the two of you gradually finished the entire teapot, Shino found himself talking, and talking, and talking. He suddenly couldn't shut up.

"Fuckin' pot's empty," you grumbled, letting the final drop drip into Shino's half-full cup. "Want me to put on another, or do you fancy something else?"

"It's getting late, and I've already taken up enough of your time," he declined politely, finishing off the swig in his cup.

You sighed, "You say that like I've not been enjoying myself over the last-" Glancing at your watch, you gasped, "-three hours. Jumping Jehovah, I'm so sorry, I totally sucked up your night under the guise of tea."

"I would've just been sitting around, wanting to talk to you anyway," Shino chuckled lowly, feeling rather bold after having spent so much time with you.

Both of you stood from the couch with bashful smiles, each too shy to look at the other. Shino walked to your door and you followed after him.

"Do you want me to walk you to your door?"

He laughed lightly, "I don't expect that of you, but I'd have to be insane to turn down your company."

Opening the door wide, Shino motioned for you to go through. You thanked him kindly, then walked beside him in the hallway, five whole paces, to his door.

"Thank you for the tea, Y/n," he murmured, getting out his keys.

Your hand found purchase between his shoulder blades, making Shino freeze in his motion. His eyes darted to your face, finding the beautiful crescent of your smile in full bloom. "Anytime. We should make it a thing."

"We should."

"Goodnight, Shino."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

The breeze floated down the street with Shino. Today was the day, and it seemed even nature knew it. Nothing could slow him down, nothing could stand in his way.

Today was the day.

He had decided last night, today was going to be the day. It was an easy decision to make, but the gathering of courage tested Shino's resolve. But he was ardent, he was determined. Even if he did stutter, you would find it endearing, just like you had for the last six months. Even if he did say something wrong, you would understand, just like you always did.

Today, he was going to make you his. And he would finally be yours.

The plan was simple; show up at your door with something you would enjoy and deliver a great, long monologue that perfectly encapsulated every emotion he felt for you, then you would jump into Shino's arms and promise yourself to him.

The issues immediately became obvious; you could've hated the gift, he could've (and probably would've) screwed the monologue up to high Heaven, and, scariest of all, you might not have been so quick to jump into his arms. 

Shino could have potentially been planning on destroying the only relationship that ever particularly flowed naturally for him. He didn't want to think about that, not at all.

Not when today was the day.

The act of getting you a gift turned out to be more of a tribulation than Shino had imagined it to be. Nothing was grand enough, nothing meaningful enough. He needed something that would blow your socks off, something that would reduce you to the babbling fool that he became around you.

After spending an hour scouring the market squares, Shino moved to the trading post. Even longer was spent there, looking through stalls and trying to picture your reaction to each thing that struck him. But nothing was good enough. Nothing would ever be good enough for you.

Settling on a pricey collection of teas before the trading post closed, Shino haggled with the old man selling the tea. Just trying to get the price down to the amount he had in his wallet, Shino eventually left the trading post, coatless and penniless.

It didn't matter. Today was the day.

Stars, he wondered how nerve-wracking the ring shopping would be in a few years if this little trifle was causing so much strife.

Rounding the corner of the main street, Shino mulled over what to say to you. He just wanted to say I love you and kiss you, but that left you no agency. Even though it was becoming abundantly clear that you were interested in him, Shino still wanted to give you the chance to say no.

One thing that Shino hadn't taken in to account, though, were your other relationships.

And, as you came out of a restaurant with Kiba and Akamaru, Shino realized how grave of a mistake he had made.

Your face shone with a smile, ear to ear as you laughed at some witty quip Kiba delivered. He smiled back proudly, looking at you hungrily. The three of you began to walk toward Shino and he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"Oh! Shino!" You exclaimed brightly the second you saw him. Tearing away from Kiba and his ninken, you quickened your pace to Shino. He took a step back as you approached, otherwise frozen. Your happiness faded to worry as you asked, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

The fact that anyone else could be graced by your laugh was wrong. The fact that you just finished what looked a lot like a date with Shino's former teammate was wrong. The fact that you didn't know what was wrong, was wrong.

"Shino, sweetheart, talk to me," you commanded gently. Kiba and Akamaru loomed a few paces behind you, trying to look like they weren't intensely listening. It aggravated Shino monumentally.

Everything about how today was becoming was aggravating him. Shino couldn't even enjoy his name on your tongue, let alone the pet name you had given him. It all felt like lip service.

"I got this for you," he said weakly, offering up the wooden box in his grasp. You looked down and cocked your eyebrow, before looking back at Shino. "I wanted to... to... nevermind." His heart was shattering. "Just take it."

Even if the gift wouldn't have the same effect, Shino wanted to see your reaction. He truly thought you would like the tea, potentially more so now that his unrequited feelings weren't attached. Cautiously, you took the box from Shino but didn't open it.

"You just wanted to what?" You asked, still so concerned over the man before you. "Where's your jacket? Shino, please, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's not important."

"Something is clearly bothering you, and it is important," you rebutted, acquiring a slight edge. "What's bothering you? If you don't tell me, I can't help."

Fuck.

"I love you!" He shouted, putting every single emotion he felt into his words.

Fuck.

Feeling like he was going to cry, Shino turned on his heel and walked. He didn't want your reaction now, he just wanted to save face, if that was even at all possible, at this point.

"Shino," your sweet voice said timidly, right behind him.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Shino hung his head lowly. The bugs were no help, just saying your eyes were as glossy as his.

Slowly, you came around to face Shino and bent lowly enough to be in his view. You smiled up at him and he couldn't help but smile back, taking in the odd posture you assumed as you let the wooden box rest beside your feet. Everything felt so silly. So trivial.

"Yeah?"

You straightened out, making Shino's head follow you as his eyes stayed glued to your face. Your beautiful face.

"Before I make myself look stupid-" Your sentiment made Shino scoff a laugh, because no one could look more stupid than him. Sweetly, you just smiled, continuing, "Do you love me platonically, or romantically?"

He took a deep breath, blinking slowly, before answering, "Every single way under the sun."

"Good," you beamed, taking a step forward and taking the lapels of Shino's flak jacket into your hands, pulling him forward. On your toes, your face came closer to his than it ever had been before, your petal soft lips brushing against his so gently as you said, "I love you too."

Not wasting a moment, not getting in his head, Shino knew that this was it.

He leaned down, closing the small gap, and met your lips fantastically. Not even Shino's wildest, wettest dream could've prepared him for the utter decadence of your kiss. His hands found your hips, pulling you as closely as he had needed you to be for months. But it wasn't enough, for either of you.

Leaning even lower, Shino's left hand cascaded down your lower back and you got the message. Immediately, you jumped up and he caught the bottom of your thigh, squeezing your tender flesh with his left hand while his right explored your back, sitting you atop his hip bones. Your legs locked behind Shino, squishing his waist in a way he didn't know he craved so badly. Warmth exuded from your being, a warmth that Shino longed to be blanketed under and hidden within.

"Come back to my place," you said between kisses. Shino just smiled and started to walk, but then you stopped kissing him, making him stop on a dime. Running your fingers up his lapels and allowing his neck the sweet contact, you laughed, "What's in the box, if you can just leave it in the middle of the street?"

With a chuckle, Shino turned around. He noticed Kiba had left, and he felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. Not putting you down, Shino knelt and picked up the heavy box with his right hand, holding it behind you.

You groaned, scratching his neck lightly, "My stars, you're strong."

"You never noticed?" Shino joked, though a feeling of pride surged through him.

"I've noticed you're impressive in a few different respects," you replied with a teasing lilt. Moving your hips, Shino felt a friction that was positively dream-like and you purred, "Don't you want to impress me?"

"More than anything." And he meant every syllable.

"Good," you hummed, placing a lingering kiss to Shino's lips. You looked at him, eyes more obviously filled with desire than Shino had ever thought visibly possible. "Take me home."

By his lucky stars, Shino would gladly do so for the rest of his life.

Part 2 - The Art of Mutual Pleasure

[r3dmooon]

Someone to Take Care of — Wally Darling x gn! reader

summery: Reader gets injured! Don't worry, Wally's there to help you feel better.

tw: Getting hit (by a ball)

a/n: First Welcome Home fic. I feel pretty good about this one! Didn't really knew how to end it tho so oops.

wc: 0.9k

Master List

Sitting on my porch, I crocheted a blanket I’ve been meaning to make for awhile now. It was a beautiful sunny day, bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds rolled overhead. How could I not sit outside? I’d look up from time to time, spotting a fluttering butterfly or bumbling bee. Taking a deep breath, the smell of freshly cut grass filled my lungs. I could hear the faint sounds of Julie laughing and Frank grumbling. A nice day indeed. 

“Well howdy, neighbor,” A familiar voice greeted me. I looked up in surprise, not having heard Wally walk up to me. I met his half lidded gaze with a small smile. He adorned his usual white button up and blue cardigan, and not to mention his iconic rainbow pants. 

“Hey, Wally,” I greeted back, resting my unfinished blanket in my lap. A warm breeze swept through and I felt myself relax at the feeling. “How are you doing?”

“Doing better now that I’m with you,” He replied smoothly, his lazy grin seeming to grow a bit. “How about you?”

“Doing great,” I replied, drawing my gaze over his shoulder, the immense eyecontact making me feel a bit uncomfortable. His head tilted a tiny bit, but he didn’t change his expression. 

“That’s good to hear,” He hummed, his monotonous voice somewhat comforting. “I see you’re working on something, mind if I join you?” I met his gaze once more, and noticed that he seemed to be carrying his art supplies. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed, feeling a bit dumb for not noticing sooner. “Of course! It’s nice to have some company.”

Wally hummed in agreement and sat on my other porch chair. He set up his easel and supplies and I continued on my blanket. The content feeling I had before only grew as now I was in the company of a friend. It was refreshing. It was like that for a while, a comfortable silence settled over us, only the humming of bugs and laughter of friends nearby breaking it. Though for some reason, the feeling of someone watching me made me tense a bit. I glanced over at Wally from the corner of my eye. He seemed to be in his own world, painting whatever it was on his canvas. I couldn’t help but feel curious. 

“(Y/n)!” I snapped my gaze up at Julie as she yelled. She had a worried look and waved her arms erratically. “Watch out!”

I didn’t realize what was wrong until it was too late. I cried out in pain as a ball hit the side of my head. In reflex, I held my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Ow, it hurt real bad, but I’ve been hurt worse. The sound of rushing feet surrounded me as I heard the worried voices of my friends.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” Julie cried, sniffling slightly.

“Are you alright?” The low voice of Barnaby asked.

“I told you to be careful,” Frank scolded, what I’m assuming was Julie and Barnaby. 

“Now now,” The calm voice of Wally spoke up. “Let’s not crowd them. Don’t worry everyone, I’ll make sure they’re okay.”

I opened my eyes, rubbing at the spot I was hit. My heart crumbled at Julie’s teary eyed expression. Barnaby still looked worried and I could see Frank seemed slightly worried as well.

“I’ll be fine,” I forcibly smiled, trying to ease their feelings. “Just need some ice and I’ll be right as rain.” 

Julie gave me a quick hug, and I hugged her back. They all waved as they walked off, ball laying forgotten at the bottom of my porch. I’ll have to return that at a later time. 

“C’mon neighbor,” Wally coaxed, hand out towards me. “Let’s get you some ice and a treat for being so brave.”

“I’m not a kid, Wally,” I replied with a small smile, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull me up from my seat. “...but a cookie does sound good right now…”

“Ha ha ha,” Wally laughed, his somewhat unnerving but oddly endearing laugh. “I’m sure Poppy would love to give you some as a get well soon gift.” 

Wally led me into my house, and I was hyper aware of the fact that he hasn’t let go of my hand yet. Having me sit on my couch, Wally leaned down and pressed his mouth to my forehead, his way of giving me a forehead kiss. I felt my stomach flutter as he slowly let go of my hand and made his way into my kitchen. I stared down at my hands in my lap, many feelings overwhelming me. I could still feel the imprint of where his mouth once laid. Do I like him…more than a friend? No, no I couldn’t. Wally’s just being a good friend and taking care of me after I got hurt. I’m just not used to being taken care of. That’s all. That’s what these weird feelings are. 

Wally quickly re-entered the living room, pressing the ice pack gently where I was hit. I still felt a bit shy, glancing up at him from time to time in the corner of my eye. Whenever our eyes met, I felt myself fluster and looked back down at my lap.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Wally asked. 

I nodded the best I could with the ice pack pressed to my head, “I’m just not used to being taken care of.”

Wally’s gaze seemed to soften, a seemingly lovesick expression if I didn’t know any better, “It’s nice to know that people care. I care about you, neighbor.” 

I felt my chest tighten, the moment seeming more intimate. I wasn’t sure how to reply. I tried to bite down the smile threatening to overtake me but I didn’t do too well in that effort. 

“I care about you too,” I reflect. Wally only smiled, and I smiled back. I suppose getting hurt isn’t so bad if this is the outcome.

[lieutenantbiscute]

Black Hooves AU

Been working on Baby and her gear and stuff w/ the boys, she’s Deans pride and joy ✨

Notes:

• Sam and Dean are roughly the size/smaller than Babys’ head. She’s made of muscle so she can carry up to 5:6 people at a time.

• Baby loves spending time at Bobby’s. She’s a love bug through and through to those bonded to her family.

• Another visualization of pony to dragon size comparison! Baby also breathes blue flames and Dean wears a dragon whistle to call baby if they’re in a pinch (think Appa’s whistle from ATLA)

• Working on saddle set up and safety since Deans driver saddle is on her neck he needs extra support!

• Smaller notes not in the art are that Baby is a purebred old world dragon. More specifically a Drake, so she’s made for ground speed and endurance— she also has blue teeth and a blue tongue! Due to her breeding she’s got a tough hide and even tougher scales to boot; it’d take a lot to take her down;;

[princehoneytea]

Hi! I wanted to say I found your bug ocs last night and I'm In Love, they're all so cute ;w; Your art in general is just lovely, but I'm a big bug fan so it was very exciting seeing some cute gijinka bug designs ^^ I was wondering if you had any drawings of your aphid character? You mentioned them and I think there was a rough doodle of them in one of your sketch pages, but I was curious if there was anything showing off their design more (I really love aphids, they're one of my fav insects hehe)! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day and weekend <3

WOW you really went digging, thank you so much! <3 i haven't drawn them much in... gosh, five years or something?! i still love them a lot i just haven't figured out how i wanted to present them yet ^^'' im sure you noticed i used to have a webcomic for them; i put that on hiatus because it wasn't sustainable for me at the time but i still want to bring them back at some point...

to answer properly though, yes aphid appeared a little in the comic before i took it offline! she is a woolly aphid hence the colors ^o^ i need to redesign her outfit pretty badly lol but here's a better look at her! she is employed as the teacher of the young bugs in the bee kingdom, and her gf is a goliath birdeater :)

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Never Let 'Em Know Your Next Move

Panda's Notes: Hobie is the most Switch Spider there is. I don't take notes; I don't debate; I have decided. >w< Feel free to send all thanks/blame to @rosileeduckie for the ending, which was inspired by the very lovely art they made. >w< Special thanx also to @ssnicker-doodless for helping with beta reading.

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Gwen peered over the back of the long couch, resting her chin on her arms as she pouted a bit. Hobie was snoring faintly, one arm flopped across his face as he slept. It was just after ten o’clock, and, frankly, Gwen was getting a little impatient.

She slipped quietly around the couch, and, being as careful as possible, she lifted his head and climbed onto the couch, setting his head down on her crossed legs. He huffed softly, shifting slightly in his sleep and yawning.

Gwen smiled slightly, poking gently at his nose a few times to watch his face scrunch up before leaning over to wiggle her fingers against his ribcage.

Hobie huffed again and squirmed, a smile sneaking across his face as steady chuckles rolled out of him. Gwen snickered to herself, letting her hands crawl over his stomach and out to his sides. He started to laugh softly, rough bass-sounding giggles shaking his body as he started to move. His hands stretched out into the air before he pressed his palms against the arm of the couch on either side of Gwen’s body. He yawned softly before one of his eyes opened groggily.

“Oi, Gwenny…” He grumbled, glancing curiously at her hands for a moment.

“Geez, I thought you’d never wake up.” She chuckled, starting to tickle him a bit more earnestly. She was shocked when he didn’t yell or push himself away from her. Instead, he let himself laugh, his voice tangled up in those giggles as her nails scribbled against his midriff.

“You’re not moving much, are you, tough guy?” She teased, sneakily tugging his shirt up a little. “You got a giggle bug in there or something?”

“You’re not funny—Gwen!” He barked out a louder laugh when she scribbled around his navel, one of his legs kicking at the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, that's my name; you need something?” She taunted, poking quickly up his torso and resting her hands on his elbows. She walked her fingers along his sleeves toward his armpits, grinning brighter at the way he shivered while keeping his hands in place. “Yeah…I’m starting to think that gigglebug is just you~”

Hobie snickered, smirking as he narrowed his eyes up at her. “Call me that again; see what ha—Ack!” He cried out as her fingers dug and scribbled into his armpits, his fingers curling slightly against the couch as he burst into cackles.

“Call you what, Hobie~? A cute, ticklish, wittle Giggleb—Ah! Wait, wait, wait!”

Like a trap snapping shut, Hobie’s hands suddenly attached themselves to Gwen’s sides, his thumbs pressing around her flanks while his long fingers wiggled over her sides toward her back. “What’s the matter, Gwenny? Always trying to start stuff you can’t finish with me, aren’t ya?” The smirk on his face shifted to a more genuine grin as he shoved his hands up into her armpits, chuckling as she squealed and tried to lean away from him. He let her go as she leaned back, dropping his hands to sneak scribbles at the soles of her feet and snickering as she nearly kicked him.

“That’s for stealing my Chucks, by the way.” He chuckled. “If you ain’t wearin’ ‘em, you ain’t safe.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and giggled, starting to pull her legs back when Hobie’s hands returned to their position on the arm of the couch.

“Ah, no, sorry, love; you’re not leaving yet.” He shrugged, smirking up at her.

“Aw, what?” She asked with a fake pout, returning her own hands to gently tickling along his arms. “Your gigglebug still hungry or something?”

Hobie somehow seemed to stifle an emotional response to that one, despite the giggles shaking him. “Oi, tell me: What’d I tell you about waking me up in the morning when I let you crash here?”

Gwen’s hands went still. Hobie kept laughing. She tried to scramble away from him, but he grabbed onto the jacket she was wearing as he sat up, dragging her into his lap and digging his hands back into her waist.

“The rule is NOT TO WAKE ME UP!” He barked over her laughter, grinning a bit deviously as he watched her flail.

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“Hey, little man.” Hobie called, lightly tugging Miles’ headphones.

He had perched himself upside down on the ceiling, head buried in the sketchbook in his hand. He tipped his head, acknowledging him with a glance.

Hobie hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “You wanna grab some couch time with me real quick, mate?”

Miles hesitated a bit, but he closed the pencil into his sketchbook before placing his hand on the ceiling to swing himself down. Within a minute he was lying across Hobie’s lap, his headphones wrapped around his neck and Hobie tapping casually on his stomach.

Miles grinned warily. “Am I in trouble?”

“Only if you want to be.” Hobie teased, shrugging as he dragged Miles’ shirt up with one finger while his other hand pulled Miles’ hood over his face. “Count to three for me?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to—Naah! I wasn’t ready!” His voice came out in a loud cackle as Hobie blew a raspberry against his stomach, and he grabbed at the arm holding his hood down.

“I heard ‘one, two’, mate; simple as.” Hobie said, the smirk clear in his voice while one of his fingers traced circles around Miles’ bellybutton.

“You know what I said.” He giggled helplessly. “I didn’t even say three—Hobie!” Another raspberry; another giggly screech as Miles’ legs flailed against the couch cushions.

“…You said three.” Hobie snickered, watching Miles try to wrestle his arm away before reaching one of his hands toward the floor and— “Hey, n-no, quit that!”

Miles had reached out, mostly blind, and tickled along the edge of his foot and up the back of his leg. Hobie quickly grabbed his arm, pinning it beside his head and scribbling under his arm with his free hand. Miles shrieked, cackling loudly and pawing at Hobie’s shoulder where he could.

“You tapping out already, Miles? Here I thought I trained you tougher than that.” Hobie gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “Or is it just because you got too many Squeak Spots?” His voice pitched hilariously toward the end, and he snatched the hand that was trying to crawl under his own arm to pin it over Miles’ head.

“Squeak Spots like that one?” Miles tried to tease as he caught his breath.

Hobie chuckled, maintaining a calm smirk and pulling Miles’ hood over his face again. “Nah, man. Squeak Spots are like this—” Miles squeaked and flinched at a quick poke to his bellybutton. “—Or this—” A screech at two fingers being jabbed under both of his arms. “Definitely this one.” While Miles’ arms were clamped at his sides, Hobie’s hands slipped under his hood, fingers crawling along his neck and scratching behind his ears. His face shifted to a bit of a sneer as Miles cracked into noisy giggles, snorts and squeaks escaping between them as he grabbed loosely at Hobie’s sleeves and kicked against the couch.

“You sound like Mayday, bruv; this’ll get you done out.” He teased. “Some mook is gonna get hands ‘round your throat, and you’ll be bustin’ up like who knows what.”

“I-I don’t understand—” Miles was barely able to form words through the giggles, only to get cut off by Hobie pushing his head to one side and blowing a loud raspberry into his neck. The resulting squeal put all the others to shame.

“Understand that well enough, Smiles~?” Hobie smirked and lifted Miles enough to slip out from under his full—now basically dead—weight. He let the teen’s legs rest across his lap, tapping a rhythm as he caught his breath.

“Nooo, don’t call me that.” Miles practically whined, little giggles still slipping into his voice. “I couldn’t get my family to shake that off until I was, like, thirteen.”

“’S pretty recent. Bet I could bring it back.” Hobie lightly poked a few lines across Miles’ foot.

“Hobie…” Miles kicked gently, pushing himself to sit up.

“What? Your parents like me; I could slip some suggestion, easy. I’m magic like that.”

“My parents don’t even like the friends who live in my dimension.” He gave a bit of a stretch, pulling his arms across his chest. “And I would have to actually kill you.”

“Pfft, like you even could.”

“I dunno.” Miles eyed him for a moment before putting his hands up, and the tiniest sparks of electricity jumped between his fingers. “I think I could.”

Hobie’s face might have twitched a bit, and he crossed his arms as he stared the kid down. “Square up then.”

Miles visibly brightened, shifting quickly out of Hobie’s lap and grabbing at his side with tingly hands. Hobie prickled at the shock, but he hardly bothered holding back. He curled up slightly, laughing softly and trying to keep his arms still.

“No fair; this worked on you last time!” Miles giggled, poking small shocks up and down Hobie’s side and ribs.

“Wasn’t expecting it last time; not my fault if you turn yourself into a one-trick—pfft, HA!”

Miles had shoved Hobie over onto the couch, one hand switching between quick squeezes and scribbles on the softest part of his hip while the other crawled along his leg to scratch his knee.

“Oh, ticklish legs? Figures you’d have Tall People Problems.” Miles teased, kneading along the back of Hobie’s calf and under his knee.

“S-Shut up!” Hobie demanded through loud giggles, crossing his arms over his face. “You little brat!”

“Hey, uncalled for!” Miles smirked at him, fingers crawling down around his ankles and up his socked soles. “You talk awfully big for someone who likes being tickled so m—”

Miles yelped as Hobie suddenly kicked him in the ribs. It hardly even hurt, but it easily threw him over the arm of the couch, leaving him slightly breathless on the floor. He let out a sort of giggle, his head spinning a little from the fall.

Hobie chuckled, having caught his breath almost instantly. He loosely held Miles’ ankle where it remained from him falling over, leaning his weight on his leg and smirking down at him. “See, now you’re in trouble, mate.”

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It was actually a little rare for Pavitr to come to Hobie’s dimension. Something about the near-constant, raging anarchy made Pavitr kinda nervous. Hobie could admit that the comparatively chill vibe of Mumbatten was cozy in a way, not even mentioning how pretty a city it was.

But sometimes, you just don’t want to leave your own couch; and thankfully, the area seemed chill enough lately. So, Pavitr sat cross-legged on Hobie’s couch, wildly hitting buttons on a game controller as he tried to fight a boss. Hobie leaned backwards over the back of the couch, glancing between the upside-down views of the television and Pavitr’s determined look. He smirked to himself, reaching to run his hand obnoxiously over the side of his face.

“Oi, Pavi.” He said in a whisper, poking Pavitr’s cheek. “Pav, hey.” He poked his neck, grinning as he flinched. So began a series of mixed whispers and pokes and pinches around Pavitr’s head, escalating quickly to lightly ruffling his hair and tickling purposefully under his chin.

“Hobie!” He finally caved to giggles and paused the game, flailing one hand at Hobie’s and curling slightly away from him. “What do you want?”

Hobie shrugged with a smirk, and Pavitr groaned, shaking his head with a smile and refocusing on the game. Hobie yawned and stretched his back over the couch, feeling his shoulders and spine pop after a second. He watched Pavitr kite and jab at the boss for at least a couple of minutes before he finally rolled over. He rested his chin on his arms, his elbow nudging against Pavitr’s shoulder.

“Oi, Pavi…” He barely kept a straight face when Pavitr slowly cringed away from him. Boss was at, maybe, ten percent health. “What’d you say if I asked you to tickle me, eh?”

A look of visible confusion cut through Pavitr’s ‘focused gamer’ face, which was a shame, because that crit he just got put the boss at five percent health. “You—Wait, what?” He glanced up for half a second, panicking a little when he almost got hit.

Hobie had already moved though, now leaning over the couch directly behind his guest-turned-prey. “Ooh, too slow, mate.” He sighed as if he were disappointed, and his hands suddenly appeared at Pavitr’s sides, squeezing up and down his flanks. He pressed his thumbs firmly into his hipbones, and he sneered as Pavitr practically fell to pieces with bright laughter.

“W-Wait, no; not now, Hobie, please!” He just barely managed to hit the pause button again, and Hobie lifted his hands away.

“What’d you pause it for? You’re close.” Hobie was grinning like a fiend, letting his hands hover tauntingly.

“I know what you’re doing.” Pavitr couldn’t keep the nervous giggles out of his voice, and he didn’t dare look back. “Not my first time around the block with you.”

“Aw, c’mon now; I’ll be nice.”

“No, you won’t…”

“Nah, I won’t.” He leaned and rested his hands on Pavitr’s legs. “I think you just need one more hit though. How about it?”

The pause lasted a bit longer; Pavitr whined, and Hobie smirked at the pout he could picture on his face. Without warning, the game started up again, and so, with equal warning, Hobie’s hands scribbled along Pavitr’s thighs and knees.

“Tricky little bastard.” Hobie teased, resting his chin on Pavitr’s shoulder as he giggled loudly. “Yeah, maybe stop missing the guy.”

“Shut up!” Pavitr giggled, and the game paused again. Hobie pat his thighs, chuckling softly. “Hobie…”

“It’s just one more hit, mate. Pretty sure, anyway.” He let his fingers walk, slowly, almost politely toward his knees again. “Waitin’ on you.”

Pavitr flicked through the pause menus, using a few items before, once again, dropping back into the game when he thought it was safest. Hobie let him have that one second of thinking he wasn’t paying attention before his hands scratched and scribbled at both of his feet, ripping an adorable shriek out of his mouth that was quickly followed by cackles.

“Oof, maybe someone should consider a costume that doesn’t go around barefoot.” He hummed, poking his fingers between Pavitr’s toes.

Suddenly: an explosion appeared on the screen, the boss keeled over with a roar before suddenly bursting in a cloud of smoke and random drops.

“Well, damn, Pav. Look at you!” Hobie chuckled, nuzzling playfully against his face, and giving a few more gentle scribbles at his feet. “Respect, really.”

Pavitr stonewalled him—Well, almost, scratching between his toes still made him squeak like a mouse—and he clicked through the menus to save the game without looking back at Hobie once. He leaned to slide the controller onto the table before sitting up; he rolled his shoulders for a moment and cracked his neck as he uncrossed his legs. Finally, he took a deep breath and let it back out.

And then he grabbed Hobie by his arm and the back of his shirt, heaving him over the couch and slamming him against the cushions harder than necessary. Hobie didn’t put up much of a fight, laughing softly as the wind was knocked out of him on impact. By the time he looked up, Pavitr had moved to perch on the couch arm, crossing his arms as he tried to glare down at him.

“Pavi?” Hobie asked casually, mimicking his crossed arms. Pavitr held up one finger, cringing a little as he stood up and stepped onto the back of the couch.

He crouched down again, smirking this time. “Every boss has a second phase, Hobie.” He quipped, snapping his fingers.

Hobie snorted, shaking his head. “Took ya a minute cookin’ that one up, eh?” He grinned as Pavitr sat on his legs and glared at him again. He grabbed Hobie’s wrist in one hand, drawing his fingers down his forearm and tracing the edge of his hand.

Hobie prickled, biting at his tongue and the piercing on his lip as his whole arm tingled under that touch. “Y-Y’know anything about palm readin’ yet, bruv?”

Pavitr gave him that look he kept specifically for people who tease him about the same old stereotypes. “I do actually!” He said brightly, the sarcasm probably indecipherable to someone who didn’t know him as well as Hobie did. “Like, this line right here tells me you’re super ticklish!” He scratched gingerly along the largest visible line on his hand.

“This line shows you’re prone to being really bratty if you don’t get enough tickles.” He traced the muscle around Hobie’s thumb.

“Each of these lines—” He traced up each of Hobie's fingers, the smile on his face still genuinely sweet. “—Represents every little tickle spot you like. And, yeah, there are a lot of them.”

Hobie was…well, “struggling” was a fitting word. His free hand hadn’t really moved from where his arms had been crossed, but he gripped at his sleeve as Pavitr started teasing his palm. It tickled so badly, but at the same time, it wasn’t enough to really break him. His breath left him in shaky giggles that he had already given up on trying to stop, and his arm twitched as if every muscle inside was a tightening spring.

“Easy to forget, but this spot here—” He traced gentle circles on the back of Hobie’s hand, smiling brighter as his fingers clenched. “—keeps track of all your tickly energy. Even when you’re tickling someone else. And this last one…” He paused, staring as if he was confused. “Here, let me just—”

He suddenly blew a raspberry on the palm of his hand, and Hobie fell apart, his giggles bursting into loud laughter as his fingers tried to scratch Pavitr’s neck. The speed at which Pavitr shut that down made him flinch.

“Yeah, sorry; I couldn’t read it.” Pavitr shrugged, removing his grip from around Hobie’s fingers. “But, it pretty much just says ‘Tickletickletickletic—’"

“Pavi!” Hobie practically snorted, finally yanking his hand away when Pavitr scribbled at his palm. He let out a few tired laughs as he slowly caught his breath, flexing his hand in an effort to get rid of those tingles.

“Not gonna work, Hobie~ I thought you wanted me to tickle you!”

“Shut up…” Hobie rested his arms over his face, still giggling quietly and twitching a little as Pavitr started to poke him again.

“Poor, poor Gigglebug.”

“Do not call me that when you’re in throttling range.”

“Oh? Why? Would it be like this?” He moved his hands quickly up to Hobie’s neck, fingers scribbling at his collarbones and under his chin.

Despite the new wave of loud giggles, Hobie shoved himself to sit upright, wrapping his arms tight around Pavitr and leaning into his shoulder. Pavitr giggled quietly, getting one of his own arms free and tracing gently on Hobie’s back.

“I win.” He teased sweetly.

“I am going to kill you.” Hobie’s threat came on shuddering breath, and he snickered as nails dragged over his spine.

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“Ooh, he’s taking the vest off!” Gwen called teasingly, snatching it out of the air when it was thrown at her head. “So serious all of a sudden.”

“Fuck you.” Hobie smirked; it felt good to be able to say that again. “‘less you want to go first, Gwenny.” He pulled his arm across his chest before rolling his shoulder.

“No, no; do your macho thing.” She taunted, slipping the vest on almost automatically. “So, Miles? Explain.”

The little gang was gathered in one of the training rooms at Spider Society HQ, sharing a few stories of feats from each of their dimensions, when Miles brought up the night he and Gwen had shut down Kingpin’s collider. Mostly, how he had barely survived the aftermath of doing that.

“Okay, so, like I said, the collider’s collapsing in on itself; implosions, explosions, it’s just crazy.” He began, twirling the strings on his hood between his fingers. “And I’m just there holding a string of web, and well…” He shrugged, lying across Pavitr’s lap. “Didn’t let go.”

“Pretty sure we’ve all done the lifeline before, bruv.” Hobie huffed. “Don’t see why ya wanted to bet on it so bad.”

“I never said it was a bet! You’re the one who—” Miles stopped himself when he caught sight of the smug look on Hobie’s face. “Look, just hold the thing, and don’t let go. Three minutes. Sound good?”

Hobie mulled it over, letting himself sink back to the floor. “Make it five. I’m showin’ you brats up today.” He smirked, setting a timer on his watch.

Pavitr chuckled, playing with Miles’ hair and glancing at Gwen. “He’s asking for it again.”

“Is he?” Gwen placed a hand on her chest, filling her eyes with as much shock as she could manage. “I never would have guessed.”

They giggled; Miles didn’t catch on until a few seconds later; and Hobie went a bit still.

He rested his arm across his knee and set his chin on his hand, levelling his eyes at the three of them with a stern sort of look. “Oi...”

His tone shut them up instantly, and he couldn’t resist smirking.

“Since you all like laughing so much, I suggest usin’ your five minutes wisely. Because when they’re up, well…” He shrugged casually, firing a small amount of webbing onto the floor and taking the strand in both hands as he laid back on the floor.

The trio glanced warily at each other before moving to line up beside him.

“Hm… Let’s try—” Gwen lifted Hobie up onto his side, and she and the boys crowded against his back. “Thoughts? Arguments?”

Pavitr leaned against Hobie’s thigh, smiling brightly. “Good here.”

Miles pat gently along Hobie’s arm, reaching to start the timer on Hobie’s watch. “Ready when you are.”

“Let’s go then!” Gwen declared, and the second Miles pressed the button, thirty fingers promptly set to crawling anywhere they could reach. Barely ten seconds passed before Hobie was struggling to keep his mouth shut. His hands clenched and pulled at the piece of web as snickers shook his frame.

“Sooo, five minutes, huh?” Miles snickered, scribbling gently along his armpit and ribs with both hands. “How’s everyone been? Hobie?”

“Shut up.” Hobie snapped at him, biting his lip on a few giggles.

“I’ve been great, personally!” Pavitr called, leaning slightly as he squeezed Hobie’s knee and around his hip. “Projects at school are going well; Margo said she might have a web shooter design for me; ooh, and I got to hang out with our favorite Gigglebug just recently.”

Hobie’s legs kicked slightly, and he barely managed to keep his mouth shut.

Gwen giggled as she watched Hobie’s face, scratching quickly across his stomach and up his side. “Ooh, our favorite Gigglebug? Maybe your favorite, Pavi.” She teased, sneaking one of her hands to pinch Miles’ waist and grinning as he elbowed her back. “I can’t blame you though; he does have this cute tickle button.” Her fingers managed to track down his navel through his suit, finally dragging out some unfiltered giggles.

“So do you!” All three boys said suddenly, eyes on her, and she was taken aback. They all fell into laughter, hands faltering enough to give Hobie a chance to breathe.

Miles snickered and leaned on Gwen for a moment, one hand digging fingers under Hobie’s arm while the other crawled along his neck. “I love that you didn’t tell me about your little nickname, by the way, Hobie; it’s awfully cute.”

“Why the fuck would I—No!” A choked laugh cut through his threatening tone when both of Miles’ hands moved back under his arm.

Miles shrugged, smirking down at him. “Well, if you’re going to beg for us to tickle you, it’d be a lot easier if we had a name for your little moods.”

Hobie just laughed and tried to curl up, his boots squeaking against the floor as he kicked.

“You still holding on, Hobie~?” Gwen called playfully, goosing his side and hip. “You know you can just admit you’re having fun.”

“F-Fuck off already.” Hobie’s voice was teetering on breathless with how he was straining to stop his giggles. “You brats wish you were as strong as I am taking this.”

Miles rolled his eyes and scratched at his ribs, but he blinked as Gwen leaned close to him.

“On my signal, we need to bolt.” She whispered; he practically had to read her lips.

“Wha—?”

“I play drums, Miles; keeping time is the least of what I can do. And he’s definitely jumping you first, so…”

She tapped his knee sharply, and he stammered for a second before turning invisible. Pavitr did a double-take, and as he was pushing himself off the floor, Hobie’s watch started beeping loudly.

The room was suddenly quiet as Hobie’s hands finally came off of the web, and he shut his watch off before running the heel of his palm under his eye.

“Ya always thinkin’ you’re so damn smart.” He murmured, pushing himself to stand up. “I was actually always planning on getting’ you first—” He fired off a shot of web fluid, catching Gwen by the back shoulder of his vest and yanking hard before she could just shrug it off. “Gwenny, I’m sick of you takin’ my shit!”

The sneer on his face said otherwise, especially at her indignant whine when he caught her against his chest. “You threw this at me!” She hardly even put up a fight as he scooped her under his arm, giggling excitedly even before he tickled the back of her neck.

“Yeah, and you sure fuckin’ caught it. Look where that got ya, sis. Oi, losers! The longer I wait for you, the longer I destroy both of ya.”

It was easy to keep Pavitr in his peripheral; his costume didn’t blend at all with the shadows here. Miles, though, Hobie could easily hear him hopping around nearby, inching closer with each landing.

It was hilarious being the only truly unpredictable one in a room, and Hobie loved showing these kids up.

[ghostfaceprincess]

hii! i was wondering if you’d do headcanons about someone flirting with reader and how’d the slashers would react?? take ur time this is no rush!

I got you, love bug! 🖤

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How They Would React To Someone Flirting With You:

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TW: Language and violence.

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Michael Myers:

• Excuse me, what?

• W H A T

• Immediately grabs your wrist, pulls you close (maybe a little too hard), and then uses his free hand to just stab the person!

• Shrugs at you to say sorry.

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Freddy Krueger:

• “I don’t need to know where you live, motherfucker, I just need to go into your dream!”

• Walks away with you, mumbling to you and himself, about how that person was a dick.

• Rubbing your back as you both walk away.

• Flashes his other hand at anyone who even glances in your direction as you both walk.

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Jason Voorhees:

• Shaking his head at the person, as he wraps both arms around you from behind.

• Letting out low noises as he stares at the person.

• Tries to kick them but accidentally gets you too.

• Now is even more mad at them!

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Billy Loomis:

• “Hey, hey, fuck rag! You flirtin’ with what’s mine?”

• He wraps an arm around your waist.

• “You got two seconds to get the fuck away before I beat you to death with one of these movies; horror.” You’re both in the video store.

• “And you, you quit your staring, Randy!”

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Stu Macher:

• “Remember what your therapist said, Stu. Remember what she said…” He’s talking to himself.

• Yeah, it’s not working.

• Dragging you away.

• Is glaring at Randy as well.

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Charles Lee Ray:

• “My gun likes to flirt too, asshole! She talks real pretty!”

• Looking at you, making sure you aren’t enjoying it or returning it.

• He’s a bit toxic.

• Shoots the guy without even looking at him.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• Immediately starts to kiss and grope you.

• “Oh, so you’re a sick fuck who likes to watch?”

• Pulls a knife from her fishnets.

• Is soon licking the blood off her knife. “Mmm, cherry snow cone!”

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Bubba Sawyer:

• Doesn’t seem to mind at first as you aren’t returning it or enjoying it.

• But, he does get annoyed rather quickly.

• Hmm… he’s been needing some new skin…

• Pats your head and gestures for you to walk away and wait for a little bit.

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Thomas Hewitt:

• Boom, head immediately bashed in.

• Oops, sorry not.

• Looks down at you and pats your head.

• Picks a wild flower nearby and holds it out to you, nodding, with happy eyes.

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Art the Clown:

• Excuse me? Do you not know who I am?

• Opens up his bag without breaking his eye contact on them.

• Pulls out a new weapon he made.

• Gestures for you to move away before, bam! He’s using it! Blood is going literally everywhere.

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The Creeper:

• Makes eye contact with them, and starts to sniff… sniffsniff… sniff…

• Growls rather hungrily.

• He knows and can smell that they fear him.

• And just like that, man has a new set of lungs.

-

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Art: @iamespecter

CHAPTER SIX

Racing AU!

Welcome to the Jungle! It's a wild good time! Floor it when the light turns blue! I mean, green! Join Pomni for an untamed high octane race! Where doors grow on trees and Bubble gets the shock of their life!

WARNING: emotional angst/comfort

The sound of fluttering made Pomni open her eyes. Above her wasn't her bed canopy, but a spotlight. It illuminated pieces of paper drifting down around her. Outside the light was pitch blackness. She sat up and looked at the piling papers. They were missing person posters. The faces were blurred. The only legible writing was MISSING in big bold letters.

Something tugged at her ankle. An electrical cord had wrapped itself around her and started slowly pulling her under. "What? No! No!" She tried to fight it but another cord wrapped around her wrist, then her torso, then her neck. She struggled to breathe as she was buried alive. "Somebody! Please!"

Underneath, she went into freefall. The cords were gone. Colorful eyes watched her descend. Whispers came from all around that crescendoed into deafening incoherent shouts. She was falling towards something. The red exit door was facing up at her, but it was shut, she was going to crash into it! The impact shattered the door. She stopped falling, now floating listlessly amongst the splintered remains in silence.

A whirring sound got her attention. It sounded like a computer starting up. Floating in the wreckage with her was an old modem, it's dim blue screen facing her. Letters where flashing on it. P W P I Repeat. P W P I Repeat. The screen came close and flashed bright, blinding her. In the darkness, she heard a familiar voice. "Find me."

Pomni woke with a start, bolting upright. Her breathing was panicked as she looked around her room. She checked herself. Dreams were apparently still just dreams in the digital world. She took deep calming breaths and sat at the edge of her bed. When she caught her breath, she dragged her hands down her face in exasperation. "What was that..?"

She decided she needed some water and left her bedroom. It was still night out, seeing only blackness beyond the windows. At the dining table, she spoke out loud to no one. "I would like some water please." A bubble chef appeared and a pitcher of water popped into existence on the table.

"There you go!" The Bubble said cheerfully. "I made it myself."

"...sure." She didn't see a glass to pour it in but didn't really care. She took the whole pitcher and went to sit in the lounge.

In her dazed just-had-a-nightmare state, she wasn't really looking where she was going and tripped over something. She threw the pitcher straight up when she fell and it landed on her. The cold water did the trick. She was awake now. She laid defeated, face down, on the ground.

"Hello, nice night for a walk?"

She jumped. "Aah!"

"AAH!" Kinger screamed back. He had been laying on the ground like a living log when Pomni tripped over him. He was sitting up now, something clutched in his hands.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" Ironic, considering he was more than twice her height. Pomni picked up the spilt pitcher. Not really knowing what to do with it, she set it down on a side table by one of the couches. "What were you doing on the floor?"

"Listening."

"To what?"

"The voices."

Pomni grimaced. "Oh, uh...sorry I disturbed your...voice...listening?"

"It's okay. They weren't saying much tonight. I'm just hanging out with Melissa now."

"Who's Melissa?"

Kinger opened his hands. A long, bead-necklace-with-legs looking bug crawled around in between his fingers.

"Oh...she's...adorable." Pomni forced, not knowing what she was looking at.

"Thank you! I found her at a festival race. She's one of my favorites."

Being wide awake, and not wanting to be alone right now, Pomni sat on the floor next to Kinger and watched the weird bug do figure eights on his hand. There were a few peaceful moments of silence before Kinger looked in her direction, stared for a second, then screamed like she just appeared out of thin air.

"Ah!" She jumped again too. "Will you stop that!" She looked up at the loft, amazed that no one else had come out of their room with all the shouting.

"Sorry, Pomni. I'm not used to seeing someone else down here at this hour. Why are you awake?"

She sighed and sank against the foot of the couch they sat on the floor in front of. "Nightmare."

"Oh...I used to have those."

"You don't anymore?"

"Nope."

"How'd you make them stop?"

"I don't sleep. Ever."

"That explains a lot." Pomni thought of what Kinger could mean by "the voices". Was it the same voice she and Jax had heard? "Kinger, can I ask what the voices say to you when you listen to them?"

"Oh, they don't use words. It's more like vague sounds that were once part of their vocabulary. I'm...I try to listen for one voice in particular. It's been so long since I've heard it in person. I don't want to forget." Kinger gave Melissa a gentle pat. "I come down here at night because you have to listen very hard to the ground. Can't hear them over all the commotion during the day."

"Wait..." Pomni looked at the floor. "Are you trying to hear those in the cellar?"

"Yes." Kinger said sadly. "So many friends are down there now, but there was one so special, I called her My Queen. I'd give anything to hear her voice again." His eyes glazed over, he stopped petting Melissa and his bug-free hand slumped to the floor.

Pomni couldn't even begin to magine being in his position. She put her hand gently over his in an act of comfort. By the look of him, he had dissociated again. She waited quietly for him to come around.

~

Caine floated amongst numerous lines of numbers that surrounded him like a curtain. He was inside the core mainframe of the game. Everything that was or could be was there in front of him in coded numerical form. "Where are you?" He stared hard at the numbers rotating by him. He'd gone through the assets at least a thousand times. The red door wasn't listed. Like it didn't even exist. Frustrated, he snapped his fingers and everything disappeared. He was left in a dark grey space of silence. He took out his pipe and bubbled.

"It's still here somewhere, I can feel it. I need to find it before a human does. Why, oh WHY, did I hold on to that blasted door!?" He held his fingers against his top jaw as if to pinch the bridge of his nose, if he had one. "I'm too sentimental for my own good. Since I'm here, I may as well check everything."

He snapped his fingers and gold code filled the room. "Hmm...My own code seems to be in order. Double check those memory banks. Nope. I left the door out of bounds. I did not move it and then forget. This time, at least." He did a sudden double take as something caught his eye. "Wait. What's this?" A new line of code was in his emotive response bank. He touched it and a memory of Pomni appeared before him. Her empathy towards him had left a literal imprint on his code.

"Oh, dear Pomni...what have you done to me?" He sighed, settled into a lounged seated position and admired her face. He immediately forgot what was troubling him as his mind preoccupied itself with thoughts of Pomni.

~

Pomni stayed with Kinger until morning. He hadn't said much more to her, but did hum to himself. She almost fell asleep again from his dolcet tones. Instead, she resigned to curling her knees to her chest and zoning out. Kinger was on to something, doing that felt great.

Ragatha was downstairs at first light and smiled when she saw Pomni. "Good morning! You're up early." She leaned against the couch next to Pomni, who was still on the floor with Kinger, and waved to the curled up bug in Kinger's hand. "Hello, Melissa."

Kinger put a finger to his face in a shushing motion. "She's sleeping."

Ragatha lowered her voice. "Sorry. Hey, would either of you like to join me in watching the sunrise?"

"Not now, this time. I need to put Melissa to bed." Kinger stood in one smooth motion and slid away.

"I will." Pomni got up and stretched. She remarkably didn't feel sore from sitting on the floor for what must have been at least a few hours. They went out on the lawn on the east side of the garage. The sky was various shades of pastel pinks and yellows as the sun was just starting to make it's ascent over the horizon.

Ragatha took a deep breath. "Nothing like a sunrise to give you energy for the day. I don't always take the time to watch them, but it's nice every once in awhile."

Pomni gave a non-committal grunt in response. Her head was still full of, well, everything. "I have a question. Totally random. Have you...ever heard voices? Like, disembodied voices?"

Ragatha thought for a moment. "Sometimes Caine throws his voice and you'll hear him in places you don't see him, but other than that, no. Why?"

"Heh, like I said. Totally random."

Ragatha looked concerned. "Are you hearing voices, Pomni?"

"Digital hallucinations." Pomni said a bit too fast.

"Right, Caine's favorite catch phrase..." Ragatha sighed. "He'd say the same to me all the time the first few months I was here, back when I was still looking for a way out. Thought I saw one once. Never got to it, though."

"You saw an exit?" Pomni's voice went up a pitch.

"I don't know. It was only once and I'm convinced it wasn't real anyway. It was a red door with a literal exit sign printed on it. As if it would be that easy..."

"Ragatha, that was real! It exists! You're not the only one who's seen it, in fact, I went though it!"

"What!?"

"Yeah! But, it only led me to the void. So, I guess, in a way, I DID leave the game, but not the digital space."

"You went out into the void!?" Ragatha tugged anxiously at her hair.

"Yeah, it was...an experience, to say the least."

"How did you get back? Caine?"

"Caine."

"Wow. You really have had an eventful week. I'm proud of you for taking all this as relatively well as you have. Some may not have faired as well in your place. You have a strong will."

Pomni smiled. "Thanks...you've helped make this a bit easier. You all have. I'm glad to have met you."

Ragatha put her hands over her heart and smiled back.

A high pitched scream from inside broke the morning peace, followed by crashing sounds. Pomni looked back in surprise, but Ragatha was unbothered. "Sounds like some of the others are up."

"You don't want to check that out?"

"The scream was Gangle. I can guarantee you Jax did something to upset her and Zooble is handling it. Any mess they leave behind isn't a bother. The garage resets every time it reappears after a race, or if it's bad enough, Caine handles it."

Jax was thrown through a window behind them, rolling several feet before sliding to a stop.

Ragatha smirked. "See?"

"You pull a stunt like that again, I'll wollop ya into next week!" Gummigoo yelled from the broken window.

Ragatha's eye widened. "Oh. Nevermind. Now I do want to know what happened." She and Pomni went over to Jax, who was still face down on the grass. Ragatha squatted down and poked Jax in the head. "Hey, you dead?"

"I wish." He growled.

"We all do, buddy. What happened in there?"

Jax got up and brushed himself off. "Turns out our resident NPC can't take a joke any better than you."

"What did you say to him?" Pomni demanded.

"Nothing. All I did was tell the bubbles that some candy was left in Gummigoo's room."

"Jax!" The two women yelled at the same time. Pomni ran inside to find Gummigoo nursing huge bite marks all over his body. Gangle was holding a bottle of syrup for him as he applied some to his wounds.

Gangle waved Pomni over. "Gummigoo got attacked! The bubbles tried to eat him! It was horrific!"

"Are you alright?" Pomni asked Gummigoo directly.

"I'm fine." He hissed as he applied more syrup. "But a few got some deep bites in. Funny, when the bossman said I was unkillable, I was hoping that also meant I couldn't get hurt."

"Big difference between being unkillable and invincible." Zooble commented. "Nice work on Jax, by the way. Fighting him is practically a right of passage around here. You're really one of us now."

"Serves the pop licker right. Who laughs at a bubble attack? ...okay, out of context, that is kind of funny." Gummigoo gave a slight chuckle.

Pomni felt a bit guilty. "I'm glad you're okay. Sorry I didn't mention how the bubbles can be sometimes. You shouldn't have had to figure that out the hard way."

"No worries, mate. I'm one tough gummy. It takes more than few bubbles to put me down. I'll be ready to race by the time bossman shows up."

~

Caine's wacky watch took him out of his daydreaming. He'd been smart enough to set an alarm for himself this time. "Oh yeah, I need to prep for today's race." He teleported out of the mainframe to his workshop. He rubbed his hands together and had a look around. "Alrighty! What have I had cooking up this week? I finally completed Candy Canyon Kingdom and then I-...huh, I actually haven't worked on anything new since. Well, it's a bit late to try something new again today." He flew over some of the older tracks and assets, trying to pick out a good one.

"Hmmmmm, let's seeeeee....Jumping Jungle? Maybe. Dessert desert? No, that's just beta Candy Canyon. Spudey's Drive Thru? I thought I deleted that one. Murder Drone Market? Eh...that one might be a bit intense for our newer racers. Meta Reference? Why do I even have this?" He threw that last one away.

Taking a look around, he shook his head in disgust. "I really need to clean up around here. I was so wrapped up in having fresh new tracks for so long, I never really got around to organizing."

He paused, putting in another reminder into his watch. "Let's do this while I have motivation and time." He cracked his fingers and started snapping. Everything came off the ground and flew around to where he wanted it. He summoned a giant trash can to collect what he didn't want anymore.

When he came to the Candy Canyon assets, he stopped at Gummigoo. "What to do with you? I can't reuse you, it would make things too confusing. Pomni would probably tear me apart pixel by pixel if I removed the wrong Gummigoo from existence. That would probably be quite the experience..." He cleared his voice and set Gummigoo down with the other gummy bandits. "You can stand there with your old friends for the rest of forever, I guess."

He couldn't decide what to use, so he ultimately resorted in pointing in a random direction and using the first track he saw.

~~~

Cheers rang through the garage. Ragatha had offered to teach Gummigoo table tennis and now they were in the throws of a heated sudden death match. The ping pong flew back and forth faster and farther with each hit. Ragatha was vaulting over the couch. Gummigoo was all the way on the dining table at one point. The others were spectating with huge buckets of popcorn. Except Zooble, who was reffing. A foul was called when Jax held his leg out to trip Ragatha and loud arguing ensued.

Caine popped in right in the middle of the ruckus. "My, my aren't you all rowdy today! Good! Because we're going to the Jungle, baby! Haha!" He stuck his hand inside his top hat and unfolded it into an explorer's cap. He twirled his cane and pointed it at Pomni. "My dear, if you had fun yesterday, then you're going to LOVE this track!"

Pomni shrank under the knowing, some taunting, gazes of her friends. He WAS paying her special attention. "Oh boy..."

"OH BOY indeed, Pomni! Let's go!" He took her hand and nearly kart wheeled with her through the wall.

"They're so cute. It's like a romantic musical, only without the singing." Gangle said.

"What's a musical?" Asked Gummigoo.

"I have much to teach you." She patted his shoulder.

Outside was indeed a jungle, a thick colorful rainforest with trees as tall as the sky. The track had five layers from the forest floor to the tree canopy. In between the layers were dead ends with huge green and pads with numbers on them. It was a huge multiple choice route track and racers would have to be strategic on whether to take the high or low road to stay ahead.

"Welcome to the Jumping Jungle Jamboree!" Caine enthusiastically pointed to the track with keeping a hold of Pomni's hand. The longer he talked, perhaps the longer he'd get to hold her. "This wacky and wild winding track takes you on an epic adventure through the Jumping Jungle! WHY is it called that!?, I hear you say! Well, because of the jump pads, of course! You use them to change tracks! Some layers are more advantageous than others at certain points in the race so choose wisely!" Caine looked eagerly at Pomni.

"Oh, uh, okay! I can't wait." She could feel everyone staring at her. This was putting her too much on the spot. "Caine, let me down now? Please?"

"Of course, my dear!" He was slightly disappointed she didn't seem as thrilled over this one, but he only had himself to blame. His old work wasn't his best. He let her down and made sure not to forget to let go this time. He still kept his eyes mostly on her as he explained their objective. "This one is simple! Don't get caught! There is a poacher out for racers and his traps are all over the jungle! If you're caught, you'll be heavily delayed, like being hit by a purple shell! His traps move each lap so keep your wits about you! Everybody ready?"

Pomni felt someone elbow her back. "Are you ready, MY DEAR?" Jax taunted in her ear and she swung at him. She missed and tried to walk it off, but she was very clearly flustered.

"Racers! Start! Your! Engines!!" Caine announced proudly into his cane.

Pomni rolled her shoulders in a last minute stretch. She was ready this time.

First light

She gripped the wheel tight.

Second light

Rev for good measure.

Third light

Focus.

BLU-GREEN!!

"Huh?" Pomni botched her take off and Zooble had to swerve to avoid running into her.

~

Caine cringed hearing Pomni's kart slip a gear. "ooo, rough start for Pomni! Kinger is showing everyone why he wears the crown by taking the lead! He's already at the first jump pad! Looks like his HIGH-NESS is taking the third track up! Gummigoo is the only one contending for first! Ragatha is still fighting for a spot in line! Jax is keeping Gangle tied up, literally, and- hey! No detaching limbs to strangle your opponents on the track! I made that rule specifically for you, Zooble!"

~

Pomni had a lot of ground to make up and she didn't know where to start. The track was all over the place. She guessed at random and she took a pad with the number four in it. Her kart bounced high into the air and she came down on the track second from the top.

"That wasn't so bad." She spoke too soon. A huge catcher's net came down and snagged her kart and became stuck in place for several seconds.

~

"Oh no! The poacher caught Pomni! Be careful out there! He'll take your speed and place away from you! Unless you're already in last, like Pomni. But that's beside the point! Run free like the wild racers you are! Don't! Get! Caught!"

Caine took a breath away from the mic. "Hey, Bubble?" He took off his hat and his personal Bubble buddy came out of it.

"Yeah, boss?"

"I need you to check something for me. I can't step away right now."

"Sure thing! What do ya need?"

"The start light. Double check the green would you?"

"Okay!" They floated off in the wrong direction.

Caine stretched his arm way out to catch Bubble and steer them in the right direction.

~

Pomni grunted with frustration and floored it out of the net. She saw a green pad with the number two on it. It launched her in the air and she glided down to the second level track. There she found a cupcake and took the boost around a banked turn.

She saw an orange shell at the last second, slammed her brake and it bounced past her. Jax sneered at her as he passed. She didn't give him the time of day. Cane item. Let's see how he likes things being thrown at him. The cane arced and hit not only Jax but Ragatha as well. Pomni blasted past both of them.

~

"Pomni is proving she's still in this! Mess with the jester, become the JOKE! Haha! I love it!" Caine clicked his heels together.

Bubble was down by the finish line, the starting light hung to the side out of the way. They looked very closely. The light was off. They licked it. Now the light was covered in soapy residue. They took a bite, one of their teeth pierced the light and gave them a shock. Blue electricity jolted Bubble into dropping the light. They were discombobulated for a moment, then settled. They blinked their beady eyes, looked around, and saw Caine in the jungle themed booth. They floated on up to him.

"Oh hey, Bubble. Find anything?'

"No. Everything is fine." Bubble said flatly.

"Fantastic! This track is a bit old. The light for this track just hasn't been used in a long time, might have a few bugs. Thanks for looking."

Bubble didn't respond. They hovered next to him, staring.

~

Pomni saw Kinger below her when she jumped to level three. She has to be in second place or close to it. The track was so convoluted she doubt she'd be able to tell until she got back to the finish line.

Another poacher trap triggered. This one was a giant bear trap. "Holy [%$!#]!" She swerved away, almost hit the opposite wall, then hit a booster lane sideways. Her tires screamed from the friction and she went slower than the booster would typically move her.

Ragatha was on the same level and saw Pomni struggling to straighten out. She hit the booster and side swiped Pomni enough to get her facing forward again. "You really need to learn how to drift!" She yelled back as she sped off.

"I'm working on it!" Pomni wasn't sure if Ragatha could hear her, she was so far ahead at that point.

~

Bubble examined Caine. Watched him closely as he announced the goings on of the race. Bubble then looked outside. They saw the NPC crowd doing it's standard affair of energized cheering. Then the racers came. Learning their names from Caine's announcement, bubble locked on one racer. Pomni.

They watched her zoom out of sight. "So you're her." Bubble mumbled to themself. "I do hope you're more useful than the last human. I look forward to meeting you." Bubble popped with a slight snap of static electricity.

~

Pomni started lap two going all the way to the top. She jumped to level five alone. Taking advantage of the have the whole track to herself, she tries to drip around a tight bend. She slide but not in the way she wanted. She lost some speed but that's what the stored cupcake she had was for.

She was about to attempt again when something red caught her eye. On a branch, just off the track, was the exit door. She stared at it until another branch blocked it for a second, then it was gone.

"I'm losing it. No, it's moving. Jax said...but Caine said...but..." She didn't know who or what to believe.

The wall believes she should be paying attention. She slammed headlong into it, coming to a sudden stop that would have been deadly without cartoon physics. She shook it off but not before looking back to see if the door reappeared. It did not.

~

Caine almost teleported out of instinct. Seeing her crash like that was jarring, even if she was fine. "Come on, Pomni. Get your head in the game. What's going on with you today?" He said quietly away from his cane.

~

Pomni used a train for a bit of a boost and found Gummigoo. He was in his element. He navigated the track really well and his bike was maneuverable enough to easily avoid the poacher traps. He was so confident, he did a trick next to Pomni.

"Check it out!" He stood on his bike like it were a surfboard. He even rode it on a boost.

"Nice!" She shouted back to him. It was genuinely cool. Best she could do was slam a golden cupcake and give him the peace out sign as she flew by him.

~

"Pomni is going through a baker's dozen of cupcakes! Such lucky drops! She's gaining fast on Kinger around the last bend! It's neck and neck to the end of lap two! One more lap will decide the winner! With a track this wild, it's still anybody's game!"

~

Pomni and Kinger took different paths after crossing into lap three. She stayed on track one, he bounced to track four. Track one had the least amount of light, being on the jungle floor, but it was still incredibly scenic with bioluminescent fungi. She drove over and under giant mossy tree roots.

The items were not as idealic. Soap and canes and white shells that really only work with other people close by. The size of the track had all of them spread out. A poacher's pit opened just in front of her. She swerved too late and her rear tires got caught so she was stuck.

"Oh come ON!" She shouted, exasperated.

In the short time she had trapped. She saw it again. The red door. It was taunting her, she just knew it. She remembered her dream and the voice beyond the threshold. This wasn't any coincidence, and she WASN'T going crazy.

The trap released her and she gunned it for the door, but the moment her kart left the track, a swarm of bubbles course corrected her. "No! Let go!" She tried shooing the bubbles away but nothing worked, they put her back on the track before popping.

She had lost sight of the door again and she cranked her neck to find it. It was gone.

"[%$!#] this." She hopped out of her kart and ran off the track.

~

"What has gotten into her??" Caine teleported to Pomni's position. She was still running and climbing over obstacles further off track. "Pomni! What are you doing!? The race isn't over!"

"The door, Caine! I saw THE DOOR!"

Oh no. "Pomni, listen to me! That door is not safe to use! It won't lead you out of the game! You already know that!"

"Then why do I keep seeing it!?" She stopped and turned to face him so abruptly, he nearly flew right into her. "It's EVERYWHERE, Caine!! Is that YOUR doing!? Are you having fun driving us mad with an exit we can't use!?"

"NO!!" He shouted back. The stress of the last few days was bubbling close to the surface and it was pouring out in his words. "I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS TO KEEP THINGS SAFE AND STABLE! WHICH, APPARENTLY, IS IMPOSSIBLE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S MY PRIME DIRECTIVE!!"

They both fell silent. The ambience of the jungle mixed with the distant roar of kart engines and, even more distant, the crowd. The eye contact was intense, like if they looked away, the other would snap. Pomni caught her breath and swallowed hard.

"Then why, Caine? Why is it everywhere?" She said calmly but there was a slight tremble in her voice.

Caine heard the volume of the crowd increase. The race was over for the others. He sighed. "Finish the race. We'll talk after. Not a word to the others about the door. I mean that." His last words were sharp.

He snapped his fingers and she was back in her kart. He was back in his booth. He regretted yelling at her. He hit a prerecorded winner announcement and bubbled his pipe.

~

Pomni crossed the finish line with generic fanfare, not that she cared. She immediately got out of her kart and didn't let Caine out of her sight.

"Where've you been!? The race was over ages ago! And here I started to think you'd actually be a challenge." Jax taunted.

"Shut up, Jax." Ragatha said, standing by Pomni. "Everyone has off days, and she's still new to this."

Caine came down from his booth. "Well done, everyone! And we'll done Kinger, for winning your third consecutive race! That gives you a big lead on the board! Keep it up and you just might take that trophy from Ragatha! Here is your reward!" He snapped and a jar popped into existence. Kinger caught it and cooed at what was inside: a giant centipede that was much bigger than a real giant centipede.

"Another for the collection!" Kinger said excitably. "I think I'll name you Carl."

Ragatha felt woozy looking at the creepy crawler and stepped back behind Pomni.

The jungle world pixelated as the racers walked behind the starting line. The garage appeared to them, opening its doors in welcome. They started idle conversations and looked forward to some relaxation.

Ragatha turned when she realized Pomni wasn't following. "Hey, you coming?"

"I'll catch up." Pomni's eyes darted to Caine and back.

Ragatha got the hint. "Oh, okay. See ya later." She went inside and shut the door.

Pomni stayed outside with Caine as the world finished it's transformation back to the default test track. The silence was tense. Caine refolded his hat to be it's usual top hat self. He was stalling. He held his hat in his hands, fiddling with the rim. "Pomni, please allow me to apologize for my actions. As your host, rasing my voice with you was unprofessional and uncalled for. I was out of line."

"No...no you weren't." Pomni kicked the grass. "I went too far. I accused you without evidence to back up my claim. I should be the one who owes you an apology."

"Perhaps we both acted brashly. This has been an...unusual week. Things can be chaotic around here, for sure but it's typically isolated to the track. Lately, it's been all over. I wasn't lying about keeping things safe and stable within the game being my prime directive. Humans are meant to come here and enjoy themselves. It's what I live for."

"They're also supposed to leave." She added a bit coldly.

"Yes. They should. But they can't. And there's nothing I can do to fix it. I've tried."

Pomni's eyes widened. "You have?"

"Yes, all the way back with the first batch of humans. When they realized they we're trapped, one of them abstracted. I created the cellar in that moment to contain him. The other humans started to panic. I tried to fabricate a way out...but I can't fix the error." Caine sunk until his knees almost grazed the grass. It was the closest to the ground Pomni had ever seen him.

"Is that were the door came from?"

"Yes. It is the real exit. But it's been disconnected from the actual mechanic that releases you from the game. Now it goes out into the void. And the void...." He grabbed Pomni by the shoulders. He was eye level with her. "The. Void. Is. Dangerous. Please, for the love of every bit of binary that makes up my being, please, DON'T go out there. The door has gone beyond my control and it's moving around at random. If you see, don't go near it. Don't even look at it."

"What? I thought you controlled everything. How is it out of your control?"

Caine sighed heavily and released her shoulders. "I'm embarrassed to admit that I've been experiencing glitches. Small ones, mostly harmless, but now...an entire asset has left my sphere of influence. Which, yes, SHOULD be impossible, but apparently, it's not. I told you before, I'm an incomplete game. I'm broken. More broken than I thought, and...and..." He squeezed his hat to keep his hands from shaking. "I'm afraid, Pomni. Afraid of what will happen to all of you if I lose control entirely."

Pomni placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "We're all afraid, Caine. Welcome to what it's like to be human."

Caine looked at her, his hands feeling less tense. "You consider me human?"

"You've expressed fear, anxiety, embarrassment, which is rooted in pride, anger and regret all in a short period of time. Not just programmed excitement. You seem as close to human as I've even seen a piece of technology be."

"I-...thank you, Pomni. Truly. Being around you does make me feel more human, because you've been quite the experience since you've got here."

She was still learning how to read his unique facial features, but she could swear he was smirking at her. She couldn't help but smile back a little. "How so?"

He put his hat on and twirled his cane. He put it to the ground and leaned on the handle. "Well, for one, you're hilarious. You have a real knack for physical comedy."

"Are you calling me clumsy?"

"Potato potato." He cleared his voice. "You're incredibly clever. This is the first time I've ever had such a conversation with any of the humans that have been here. You're kind. You take the time to listen to others and seem to understand their point of view rather quickly. You're tenacious. When you've got your mind set on something, not even I can stand in your way. Not that I do a lot of standing." He stretched his floating limbs for emphasis. He started counting on his fingers. "You're bold. You're beautiful. You're-"

"Okay, you can stop." Pomni was blushing to the brim of her hat. "I'm flattered, but you think way too highly of me. I'm still human. I have a temper."

"Oh I know, I've seen it up close and personal." He tugged at his lapel, remembering when she grabbed him out of bounds to demand about the door the first time. "And anger looks just as good on you as compassion, my dear."

"I'm stubborn!"

"It's one of your most endearing traits."

"I- I'm not very sociable. I prefer to be by myself most of the time."

"Who needs society? I hear it's awful." He laid down in the air in front of her, holding his chin with his free hand.

"I don't like being put on the spot!"

"Noted. I'll keep my attention for you between us." He winked.

That shut her down. She was so flustered she couldn't form coherent sentences. "You- you!"

"What about me?" He leaned closer. His voice teasing.

Her heart, or what felt like a heart, hammered in her chest. It was finally dawning on her how much he was flirting with her. The conversation was out of hand and she was not sure how to handle it. "Goodnight!" She literally ran from him.

"Goodnight, my dear. See you in tomorrow's race." He snickered as she ran off. "Adorable." He floated up right and twirled his cane idly. He was in a much better mood now. A mood to create. He teleported away.

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If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway. 

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh. 

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward. 

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf. 

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.” 

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. 

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her. 

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her. 

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?” 

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.” 

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you? 

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me. 

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin. 

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart. 

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back. 

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home. 

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.” 

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen. 

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. 

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.” 

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

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Confrontation 2/2

wednesday addams x reader

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Wednesday was well aware that she was difficult, stubborn, and obsessive. They were traits she had spent years cultivating to perfection.

 She never thought that she would one day be wishing she perhaps hadn’t gotten locking her emotions away down to such an art that she was no longer sure how she could express, or even feel them really. In a healthy way, that is.

 That’s why she had warned you against dating her a year prior, oh how you should have listened.

Yet when your mind flicked back to the moment when you had confessed your undying adoration for the dark-haired girl, you didn’t think of the warnings that fell from her lips, only how there seemed to be no real bite to words, and how delicate and cold her lips would feel against your own. It was safe to say that from day one, Wednesday had avoided committing herself to you in a multitude of ways, to protect your untainted heart.

 She had sworn to herself that when you finally saw her for who she was, she would let you go, reasoning that if she kept a modicum of distance between the two of you, she wouldn’t grow overly attached.

But now Wednesday had had a taste of what it was like to be wholly yours, and for you to be hers.

  It was euphoric.

  The bliss that usually filled her, therefore, being suddenly ripped from her because of her own faults made her feel like she had been dropped headfirst into a vat of acid, her skin melting off of her body, the fatal liquid slowly forcing its way to the traitorous organ that was her heart. Wednesday knew she would much prefer for this to be her reality compared to the path her life was taking now, without you.

 Perhaps she was meant to be alone, to continue her bleak existence in solitude, not only for her own sake but to protect those she loved from the destruction she wreaked onto their lives.

 She was a Raven, after all.

 And then she was pulled from herself destructive monologue when her embodiment-of-a-rainbow roommate all but smashed through the door.

 “Okay, Addams, brutal honesty time. You’re in pain, and don’t deny it, its obvious. But you need to get your shit together. I’m sorry you’re suffering, but that does not mean you get to force every student who slightly bugs you to suffer with you,” the blonde huffed, her fists clenched by her side as she stood by Wednesdays bed.

 The furious werewolf only amused the girl, because she could make them suffer, and she would continue to do so, quite happily actually.

 Wednesday only smirked in response, turning back to the novel in her lap – she hadn’t been able to properly read without getting distracted since you had left, yet it was still a good prop for getting people to leave her alone. If you hadt wormed your way into her black heart, she would have had grandmama unleash thousands of curses upon you and your family for being the only thing she could think of.

 However, the book was failing her, if Enid’s consistent rant was any indication. Damn, the werewolf could talk.

 “- you cannot sit in the quad shooting arrows at people chewing too loudly,” that was a reasonable response to Wednesday, maybe Xavier would finally learn some table manners, “and now Yoko is too scared to get any blood bags after you threatened to poison her for calling you ‘Nessy’,” again, beyond reasonable. A bit too lenient perhaps, she’d have to work on her threats. “You need to fix what happened between you and Y/n.”

 “There is nothing to fix,” she gripped her book harder, the hardback slightly bending under the grip, “the relationship wasn’t working. She could not handle me, she left. The end.”

  At that, Enid slowly exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment as she did so. “You’re my best friend, I’m worried. Y/n’s been avoiding us like the black plague when you’re around, and when she does talk to us, they aren’t the same. You’ve been well, you know, more Wednesday Addamsy, and whilst you might like to think it’s a compliment, its not. A second year almost had a break down when she bumped into you earlier, Wednesday, for gods sake.”

  And for the first time in her life, Wednesday avoided eye contact so actively she wasn’t sure shed eve be able to drag her eyes up from the floor. Not for the second year, no, that was quite amusing to hear, but hearing that you had stopped spending time with your friends because of her hit a nerve she hadn’t expected it to. She hadn’t known you were making sacrifices to your social life to stay away from her.

 “Suck up your pride and apologise, its for the best. You’ll both be happier for it.” And with that Enid went back to her own side of the room, whether from fear Wednesday’s next war path would be in her direction, or simply being over the levels of angst the goth had been showing for the last week, Wednesday did not know.

 Wednesday hoped it was as easy as Enid made it seem.

  Wednesday craved you. She craved your presence, your laugh, your touch. She missed the way you would laugh at whatever soulless pit of media you had fallen down during her writing time, she missed the feeling of you leaning against her as you painted Thing’s nails.

 The never halting force of time meant that one week without you, had turned into a pitiful two weeks.

 Why hadn’t you come back to her, declaring your love for each other as a stronger force than this fight?

  She thought herself pathetic at the way her eyes would follow you wherever you went, latching onto you as if she were memorising every part of you until you walked away from her, again.

 Once, when passing each other in the hallway, she had tried to make your eyes fall on her, to overwhelm her with your gaze.

 You didn’t spare her a glance.

 You had so desperately wanted to fall into the never-ending darkness that were her eyes, to let her swallow you whole, to consume you. But if she truly wanted you, would she have not made some sort of indication already? She hadn’t so much as breathed in your direction for all you knew.  The key words being ‘for all you knew’, being so caught up in your own internal turmoil, you missed her seeking gaze, not seeing the way the tall Stoner girl that was walking by your side shrunk as you ex-girlfriend’s murderous eyes settled on her. She was in Wednesday’s place, by your side. Unacceptable, how dare she.

 A metallic taste filled the sadists mouth as she chewed veraciously on her own cheek to stop herself from calling your name, forcing herself to believe that you are incompatible. She was too morbid and dark, you were too soft, too innocent.

 She missed the way you turned around to catch a glimpse of her retreating figure.

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 one week, to two, to three.

 You didn’t know how much longer you could take of not having Wednesday, in any capacity. You had thought she would have cared for you enough to at least attempt to be friendly, as friendly as Wednesday can be anyway. God, you just wanted her to threaten your life, to say she’ll pour silver down your throat in your sleep if you laugh too loudly again, only to smirk in such a small way that only you would ever be able to catch on to it.

 In your eyes, you were made from each other. Soulmates, made from the same stare, destined to live out your lives together. Apparently, she did not, over time you just hoped you could come to terms with feeling as if a limb had been sliced from your body, leaving a gaping wound and an unbearable pain in its place.

 And this is the very reason why in every class the two of you shared, you practically begged one of your friends to switch with you.

 “C’mon, I’ll owe you big time! I’ll do whatever you want for a week,” you all but whined at Yoko, you almost cringed at how desperate you looked when you saw your reflection in her tinted glasses.

 “And how many times do I have to tell you that I do not, in any capacity, have a death wish. I’ve grown rather comfortable in my immortality, thank you very much,” the vampire quipped, adding a quick ‘I learned my lesson last time.’ She still hadn’t drank a meal that she wasn’t scared was tainted with Garlic, she’d run to the infirmary not once, but twice thinking she had been poisoned – the first time she had drank too quickly, so no it was not her stomach pains being the first sign of her death, the second was just pure terror of the Addams’ unwavering eyes staring at her in the quad as she ate, making Yoko certain Wednesday just didn’t want to miss a second of her future torment.

 You looked up at the clock, there was only a few minutes until the class began, you knew the girl you were avoiding with everything in you would be here soon.

Sighing, you pulled out the best weapon in your arsenal. You would have felt guilty if gothic vampire hadn’t looked so smug as you begged for her to switch places with you.

 “If you don’t give your seat up right now, Tanaka, I’m telling Divina that it was you who lost her favourite book, and not Ajax.” Just to ensure you were getting your point across, you looked towards the siren through the classroom window. Divina, the usually calm and collected girl, had literally hunted the gorgon boy until she tired herself out.

 “You- you wouldn’t do that; you know she’d literally banish me from our dorm.”

 “Yoko, I am so far from kidding.”

 After a beat of silence, the vampire gathered her books as quickly as she could, muttering a “I’m going to shove a stick of wolfsbane up your ass.”

 Smiling in response at what you hoped was a joke, offering a dramatic sigh and “I wish it hadn’t come to this, maybe we can be friends again someday,” earning a snort from the now moody immortal.

 You were just glad that Enid had taken pity on you and sat next to she-who-shall-not-be-named in the classes where the rest of the students were too scared to even glance n her direction, for the first week you had just decided not to turn up to lessons. But alas, you were smart, but not smart enough to keep your grades up with no classes, no matter how badly you wanted to never have to lay eyes on the girl who still held your heart in her hands.

 Yet, despite the distance between you and the girl who tore your heart from your chest and thew it to the ground as if it was nothing more than an inconvenience to her oh so important mystery, you missed having her cool thigh against your own, missing the way the smell of ink, and dusty parchment encompassed you.

 Day by day your hopes that she would pull her head out of her ass dwindled.

 Yoko was astounded by how oblivious you were to Wednesday’s dark eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head, as if she could command your eyes to be on her.  

Unsurprisingly, you were both oblivious to the way Yoko was absolutely shitting herself convinced that if she breathed too loudly, or her if her pen was too loud against her paper, the Addams’ eyes would turn to her, killing her on the spot like the most powerful Gorgons used to be able to do, until they became no more than domesticated pet owners.

That class you had taken no notes, too busy trying not to see fi Wednesday was looking at your, Wednesday not having taken any being too busy to do everything to get you to notice her longing filled gaze.

 Of course, Wednesday was also drawing up more plans on how to torture the vampire as she sat beside her, thrumming with barely contained rage and debilitating melancholy.

  It was only when your separation from Wednesday was nearing the one-month mark that she felt she was going to go insane if she didn’t talk to you.

 She couldn’t function without you by her side.

 When she played the cello, the notes sounded dull and lifeless, a shadow of the swooping and haunting tones she used to be able to pull from the instrument when you had sat on the balcony with her, awe glimmering in your eyes, enjoying the comfortable silence that engulfed you once she had finished.

 Her writing had also taken a blow. She may have loved silence, but now she couldn’t handle it unless it was disrupted by your breathing, knowing you were merely feet away from her. One night, she had become so frustrated with the way she couldn’t move Viper’s story forward, she had taken to relentlessly hammering at the keys of her typewriter, no longer gracing them with her usual precise and delicate touch.

 Enid was lucky she still had her life after her threats of throwing the piece of equipment out of the window if there was even another tap on the keys, let alone another god forsaken ‘schwing’ as the werewolf referred to it.

  She hadn’t been able to sleep, her nightmares usually filled with the screams of the boys she’d allowed her piranhas to feast on, or the countless other poor souls who crossed her path, had been replaced with soft dreams of your voice, your hands combing through her hair, whispering sweet nothings whilst she was in your embrace.

 She woke up missing the feeling of drowning in everything that was you.

  She had spent the day watching you from afar in the quad, poking at your food, you would smile brightly at your friends who never noticed the dim look in your eyes.

 Her night consisted of sleeplessness – the only happiness Wednesday pulled from the agony she found in sleep was the dark circles that had grown under her eyes, she thought she looked more and more like a walking corpse each day. It was quite the ego boost.

 Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that made her take the walk across campus to be standing in front of your dorm.

She had been able to walk to the dorm.

Now all she had to do, was actually get into said dorm.

 The Addams would never have thought she would be scared of a door. The psychic knew you were awake, like her you were a night owl and a morning person all rolled into one. That and the soft glow that was seeping from the bottom of the door.

 Gritting her teeth, she opened the door.

  Now was no time for manners.

 At the sudden intrusion, you sat up in your bed, phone clattering to the floor, your eyes were wide and alert, claws having ripped through the blanket that was previously covering your body.  

 “You can’t fuck do that, Wednesday,” you panted out. “I thought I was going to be murdered, Jesus.” The brief shot of adrenaline that ran through your body at the surprise visit stopping you from immediately telling the shorter girl where she could shove her probably half-baked apology.

 ‘I swear to everything good and holy under the moon, if she’s here to ask for my help on the murders, there’s going to be another body added to the list’ is what ran through your head as you stared at Wednesday.

 Completely ignoring your comment, Wednesday made strong and purposeful strides – her façade of confidence completely different to the anxiety bubbling in her stomach as if a thousand scorpions had made their nest there – towards your bed, looking down at you as she left a respectable distance despite how desperately she wanted to launch her body onto yours, wind her arms around your waist as tight as she could and never let go.

 You could slash your claws across every part of her skin, reduce her to nothing but bleeding ribbons of flesh, and she would only hold tighter.

 “I am going to talk, I would greatly appreciate if you would listen until I have finished,” neither of you mentioned the slight waver in her voice.

 “Okay,” was the only word you could think to say, your brain filled with how beautiful she looked shrouded n the shadows of your bedroom. Stupid fucking brain.

 “I am sorry for I have been behaving, before the … event a month ago, and after. It was in no way acceptable for me to place my own obsessions above our relationship as often as I did, it was cruel and unfair,” her eyes bore into yours, searching for any desire you may have for her to leave her.

 “Wednesday, this isn’t going to fixed with a quick and easy apology, I appreciate it, but this wasn’t just a one time thing, it was so many I lost count, there was more than just the ignoring me. You lied about where you were when you put your life in danger, you had neglected every aspect of our relationship until you thought it was an acceptable time for you to remember me, and even then, it was more than likely just so you had a werewolf on your side as protection in the wood,” you looked away from her eyes briefly, before locking with them again. “God, that stupid ass fucking normie, Galpin, probably saw you more in the last week of our relationship than I did in the last month of it. Can you understand how shitty that made me feel, can you grasp that at all?” your chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen you’d had as you forced every piece of pain you had felt over the past month into your words.

 You had only realised you were crying when the salty liquid hit your lips, a headache already forming from the amount of tears you’d spilled over the ethereal girl in front of you.

 “Y/n, I-“ she felt tears welling in her eyes, fighting against the urge to push them back down to the dark corners of her mind,. “I love you more than what I know what to do with. My love for you burns brighter than any star in the sky, my heart beats for you and you only”

 Wednesday felt a singular tear roll down her cheek, you both knew that to the usually emotionless girl it was an astounding portrayal of trust and vulnerability. You were so entranced by the path the tear carved out in her skin, falling from her eyes, and trailing down her cheeks. So entranced that you realised you hadn’t said anything in reply, as you were opening your mouth, Wednesday spoke again, with in a much softer tone than you had ever heard from the girl.

 Wednesday had already walked further into the mess that were her emotions, she decided to let it all go, to let it all burst from her body in such a disgraceful cloud of colour. “I know what I am, I have never denied the parts of myself that make it hard for others to stay with me. They have never bothered me until I finally saw how it was hurting you, tearing you apart, and I noticed too late. I had tried to tell myself it was the best choice for us, we were not meant to be, your love for me misplaced and vice versa. But my love for you could never be misplaced. It has always been you, Y/n, it will always only be you.”

 “Wedne-“

 “If you no longer see our relationship as a possibility, I will understand. I will love you from afar like the moon loves the sun, I will be by your side even if you cannot see me, my adoration unwavering. But.. please. Y/n, please take me back. I will be better for you, i only ask that you be patient and help me become a better person for you. I need you.”

 You stared up at Wednesday, you mouth open as you gaped at not only the words that are filled with the emotion but the way the features on her face had morphed from their impassive stare to utter heartbreak, a desperation to have you be hers again. She could no longer stand the bitter taste that filled her mouth, the sour smells the invaded her nose, that were nothing like the way you taste, the way you smelt. Like a forest ablaze in the most glorious spectacle of destruction.

 No words that you could conjure up would be bale to beat the novelists, so instead you grabbed her hands, pulling her down onto your bed. Your lips found her own as you kissed her as deeply as you could, attempting to pour every ounce of love and passion you held for Wednesday Addams. You skin tingled with a thrumming electricity when her hands held onto your waist, trying to pull you closer as if she wanted your bodies to meld into one.

 You knew dating Wednesday Addams would come with its challenges, Wednesday was Wednesday. she was difficult, stubborn and obsessive. But she was also kind, and loving.

You both fell asleep entwined in the other arms; you had spent the weeks after working on your relationship. Wednesday had learned how to have, you know, emotions and not combust, you had both learned how to communicate better. The only serious argument that had caused Wednesday to give you the silent treatment is when you had told her she would “absolutely adore” the “masterpiece” you would grace her with if she just put on your headphones. ‘Dance Monkey.’ You had made her listen to Dance Monkey, you best believe it’s still used against you in your relationship

 The natural sadist had even finally promised to stop saying she had poisoned Yoko’s blood bags. Although, that didn’t stop her from holding a wooden stake to the vampires back when she had tried to sit beside her in class before you had arrived. And if anyone ever said the vampire would find garlic cloves left outside her dorm every now and then, there would be no way anyone could conjure up any evidence to say it was Wednesday. Her hands were clean.

 Thing still can’t get the smell of garlic from his skin.

[martyryo]

how do you pick out such cool colors and outfits?!? :000 i love your art :3

HIII, THANKS KNOWING YOU ENJOY JT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AWAWAWAWAW😭❤️❤️

Also, I'm sorry if answers will disappoint you but I don't have a thought behind color picking. Truth is lately I've been just using colors I like, trying to make them fit to the overall vibe of the drawing.

For example, in the vamp marla drawings I used a dark moldy orange cause it reminded me of rust and decay, and with that I added some tilted bright magenta lines to contrast it and make it pop. That's it. And to figure them out I just kept modifying the hue until I liked the combination. So I guess, play around with colors, be silly :3

Oh also lines and halftones play a big role in my drawings. I don't like having many elements of the same value one next to the other, cause they don't make each other stand out. (imagine a plain outfit with EVERYTHING black. Nothing else. Kinda boring).

I try in fact to put dark areas next to brighter ones so their shapes are more distinct to the sight (the eyes in the drawing for example wouldn't be so visible if there wasn't the dark eyeshadow to drag your eyes towards them. The hair has subtle black lines as texture while the skin has halftones, this makes the brain perceive them as different).

Now for the outfits...well, since the past months I've been drawing the same 3 blorbos in their canon fits, soooo use reference I would say... referencing things is always the best thing you can do, from fits and especially colors if you're trying to obtain a certain mood or atmosphere (and I be forgetting cause I'm lazy but don't be like me 💥).

I did design the following fits out of raw imagination, but I needed some reference for cowboy and pirate fits on pinterest.

In these cases I tried to add some recurring patters for each of them.

Narrator has many horizontal lines going on on the pants (design and the dangly things on the side) while also having like two belts and a string. More lines yippie!

With marla I went with earrings matching the necklace, while also adding lace (is that how it's called??) on the rims of her top, glove things and collar. For her top and skirt I went with vertical lines that are also present on her stockings while cloak/scarf has those repeating things at the end (me when I don't know clothing vocabulary).

Tyler has kinda the more boring fit cause I was getting tired. I was trying to go with items of the upper body being tighter while having large pants with bug boots, kinda triangle shaped, but ehh I need to work more on that. Reoccurring would be the flowy clothes folds cause I view them as soft materials contrasted with a more rough vest. I tried to add on that soap bubbles patterns but it's kind of a weak effect so fnenrne.

Again. Reference. And taking breaks between designs cause your brain at some point has enough of your ideas.

Uhmm idk if all this yapping in an okay answer for you, I spent all afternoon trying to analyze my drawings and I was going insane. But I thank you for asking cause you made me realize I should adapt to a stable technique huehue =w=

Also for school work, when I need to pick colors, the website I linked below is the tool I always use. You can search for an already existing palette or generate a random one u.u

Lmk if you wanna know anything else, I'll try my best to answer. Have a great day <3

[m0e-ru]

hi ive been binging your blog a lot recently. i rlly adore the sheer effort you've given to these dumbass fucking characters that otherwise get such little people even attempting to appreciate or engage with them beyond very shallow depths. as someone who only really got into the p4 games relatively recently (2022. my only remembered experience with the series beforehand was like a couple episodes of the the p4anim years ago and playing p5 in 2016/2017) and kind of being shell-shocked by how characters like marie and teddie and namatame were perceived by the overall fanbase once i started engaging with it more i really appreciate all the writing and analysis and art and other shit you do for them. even the gas station attendant, a character i overlooked initially, i've come to love because of all the time and energy you put into picking them apart like a dead frog in a science class

uh yea idfk i feel generally vindicated by seeing the way you characterize these bitches. especially marie as someone who felt like a lot of her interesting aspects were evaporated by the fandom (somewhat because of p4ga i feel but but still) and wanted to see more silly fanart of her (and shumarie/soumarie/whatecvrer the fuck that wasn't just kind of surface level romance becuz i rlly do love their dynamic w how i see bancho in my head. idiots who dont know how to properly express themselves w one repressing themselves to adopt a likable persona and the other unable to shut the fuck up much to their own detriment. im not gonna get over that fucking "marie makes everyday sunny for him" post ever i think) so uh keep on keeping on and ill continue to like your posts and something

anyway dumb stupid cringe fucking rant over. i apologize if i come off like a loser i dont use this website and idk the general tumblr etiquette. im pretty sure shit like this shouldnt even go here but . dont need to respond to this i just wanted to yell into the void cuz i appreciate this account. rest of this will just be panels of marie and teddie and bancho from some of the p4g anthologies i own that i wanted to share in the off chance that you also dont already own said anthologies n have seen them befor. these r only from the last ID antho and the dengeki one because those r the only 2 i have proper pictures of

hai i read this ages ago and i wanna get back to it by saying youre so awesome possum forever and ever dont worry about your ettiquette because getting 3 essay worthy paragraphs of you talking is basically everyone ive met in the tumblr nation

another thing i remember is that a bestie also loved your offerings esp the last one because those two look so lalala AUAHUAHA okay i should answer this ask properly now that i have the time 🏃🏃🏃🏃

can we give it up for the bingers and blog skimmers !?!?!?! you guys are such an interesting breed i remember trying to do that in 2018 i can already recall the thrill going through my blood im so honored to see people doing that and moreso coming to me to tell me about it WAHAUHAHA 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

this gas station (blog) really is catered to the niche market of all time also because the way my brain is wired to just go in the dustiest nooks and corners of a community and thrive and live there. i AM the bug you see when you lift up the rock . hai . i'll do anything for these poor poor characters being tossed around like hot potato with people who dont bother understanding thing or even try to pick them up at all. also im getting such a kick every time someone tells me i got them into appreciating the attendant or even iznmi more OR in a different way. thats why im here bros . me when i do my JOB !!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

the way fandom handles shipping has always irked me because theres just SO much you can do with two characters than just make them hold hands. what if there was blood invovled, you know . /starts pacing around the room / you know im glad you know the know it's so cool you know /shaking you/ im glad i have a post that's affected you so much like i thought it was just a silly caption at the time and seeing it after 2 or 3 years is like "YEAHH i cooked this " and im glad you brought it to me hehehe

i hope this gas station brings you joy and you keep coming back for more etc etc and please know i really am happy to see you around in whatever branch you show up at 🫡🫡🫡 /explordes

[evaiskindaweird]

Inspired by @locution-youngster-enjoyeras cuz their awesome so I'm doing it w Tim n Sally (They're married but it still counts)

(Some suggestive stuff)

BOTH 🗣🗣🗣

they don't argue. Their Tim and Sally 😤💅 (if they did, it'd be smth silly like what's the best ice cream flavor)

Tim, he wouldn't go 15 minutes without crying (Sally would be crying she'd just hide it more lol)

They sew together :] Tim makes lovey lovey messages and Sally makes clothes for Tim to try on

Sally usually drives, they do rock paper scissors for the front

Sally. Girlboss and malewife duo

Darling, Love, Honey, every nickname imaginable

they proposed at the same time!!

Tim. He knows any and ALL radio songs. Nobody knows why lol, but sometimes Sally joins him if she knows the song

Tim worries about what people think too much

Sally and Tim take turns taking pictures :]

Tim! He's a silly jokester, Sally always laughs at his jokes even if they suck pure ass 😭😭

Tim. Like I said, he knows all songs for some reason. He's a music lover 🎵💖

Sally! Sometimes she orders for him without him even deciding yet lmao

Tim lol

Sally. like tell me this queen wouldn't top (on rare occasions Tim does)

Sally :]👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾

Tim :] 👫🏾

Sally. Like this queen will start a make out w her husband in like half a second

Tim is basically ticklish everywhere lmao

Tim will find a racoon near the trash and try and name it Rachel

they hold it TOGETHER RAHHH

they would never 😤😤

they both love bugs they wouldn't hurt a fly

Tim will wake up and wonder what a dream meant lmao

Sally, shes constantly cold

Sally has to go to work, so she wakes up at like 5am to get ready

Also Sally. Girl is NOT an early bird like her husband

If Tim is up earlier enough or Sally doesn't have work, they both make each other coffee

Tim will cry over anything

He got scared over an ARTICHOKE. That's all i need to explain.

They give each other haircuts! That they occasionally butcher but it's ok

Tim, this man will buy an entire bouquet and a poem too 😤😤💖

Tim. When they first started dating he immediately told everyone he knew like a girl writing in her diary

they are like the perfect couple everyone loves them

Sally, and occasionally Tim

For the both of them, they either make the best tasting meal ever (the way Sally was looking at Tim making the dinner in "dinner or consequences" lmao), or they make something like beans a la botsford or sum shit 😭😭😭

Sally! she knows like 20 ways to style it too

Tim. he has a whole ass book on pickup lines

Sally. No comment

Tim's jokes and pickup lines (like in "road rage, anger, and fury" when he said the ice skating would be "cool") make Sally giggle so much

Tim. He has sum sad issues but Sally always manages to cheer him up :] I also headcanon Sally can't function without her job is cuz she feels she needs to earn approval, so Tim makes sure to shower her w compliments so she knows she's important no matter what

"I am willing to trade all this cool stuff for my wife back" -Tim in The rise of miss power

Also from TROMP: "Do do do do do, Tim Botsford!"

Sally. She has an angels voice when she actually tries

Tim gardens, doodles, anything, really. Sally works, and sometimes does arts and crafts

I headcanon Tim's mom died (😔), so every year on her death anniversary he takes it really hard. To the point he can't function sometimes and just lays in bed.

Sally always tries and cheers him up, and helps him mourn by comforting him if he isn't in a cheering up mood

[jsjsjsksjdjhs]

🗒️'I Wanna Hear Everything ☁︎,📎

collage!ellie ⭑ reader

noties: ellie is anxious & overwhelmed, swearing, angst and fluff w/ happy ending i promise !!

It was exam season and as much as Ellie didn't want to own up to it, she was extremely overwhelmed. No matter how many hours of sleep she missed out on or how many times she attempted to revise, as an astronomy major she couldn't wrap her head around ‘planetary formation’. She severely wanted to call it quits and just drop out but she knew that feeling was momentarily so she urged on.

Ellie had been studying for what felt like all of eternity when she heard a familiar five knocks on her door. You and Ellie had a little code when you’d knock on eachothers dorms. Five knocks the two of you had decided, Ellie had suggested the number five because that's the month you mutually confessed your feelings for eachother, May. She hopped up from her cluttered desk deciding that she did in fact need a break.

“Ellieeeee!!” you greeted her as she opened the door, “Hey baby, what brings you here?” “Just wanted to see you.” You shrugged. You sat comfortably at the edge of her bed, her room was a mess. She seemed to notice the way you looked around her room “Yeah yeah I know m’ gonna clean it as soon as my exams are over.” “ok ok” you giggled, snuggling into her side. “So what have you been up to today Bug?”

“Yeah so then…Ellie? Ellieeee?” you said, “Shit sorry, m’ just tired.” Her sorry sounding insincere. “Alright so then, Ellie are you even listening?” Ellie then looks at you, eyebrows furrowed, “Oh my god can you please stop harassing me for two minutes!” she partially yells, you suddenly go quiet, she sighs. Once she hears sniffing and looks up at you trying to hide your face as it starts to go red. “Shit baby m’ so fucking sorry please don't cry, shit. Look at me baby”. She knows you are sensitive and regrets not thinking before she spoke. She looks at the tears that are starting to stream down your cheeks, That’s when the guilt of what she said hits her like a ton of bricks. You slowly begin to get up from your current position “I- I should go '' you manage to choke out, still trying to hide your face and glassy eyes full of more tears threatening to fall at any given moment. You pick up your bag and she gently grabs your arm. “Bug I am so so so sorry m’ promise I didn’t mean it.” You look at her, tears still sliding down your rosy cheeks and at that moment she feels like she could cry as well.

You pull your arm out of Ellie’s grasp and she doesn’t react, she just stands there red in the face from the amount of embarrassment and guilt she’s experiencing from ever speaking to you like that. You both have argued before but she never raised her voice at you like that before.

Once you’ve reached your dorm, you look in the mirror to see your smeared mascara and the remaining tears stuck to your scarlet cheeks, you feel pathetic. You can’t shake the fact that you had started sobbing over a stupid comment Ellie made, sure you’ve cried in front of her a multitude of times but it was never like this, this time felt different and that’s what had upset you the most.

smelly ellie ⁉️ (2 missed calls) 2:46 pm

Ellie pretended to hate it but she secretly found it kinda cute.When Ellie first noticed her contact name in your phone she acted all offended. “Smelly Ellie? That’s not fair, yours is bugs with a heart! Okay now I have to change it to smelly Y/n!” “Noooo Ellie that doesn’t rhyme” you whined while giggling.

You sighed when you saw that she left a voice message, you played it in your ear. “Baby m’ so fucking sorry y’ know I didn’t mean it please come back so I can apologise properly in person.” The recorded message spoke through your phone.

You put your phone onto your nightstand, you knew you were being stubborn but you also couldn’t help not feeling like a burden. You felt a twinge in your stomach when you realised you had an essay on an artist of your choice for your art class due next week which was going to be worth 60% of your final grade. You had heavily procrastinated this assignment because you had no idea where to even start.

you closed your laptop due to you noticing 4 new notifications on your phone.

smelly ellie ⁉️ (4 new messages) 4:22 pm

smelly ellie ⁉️: baby i'm so so sorry please message or call me back

smelly ellie ⁉️: bugs answer

smelly ellie ⁉️: baby I am really sorry you know I didn’t mean it

smelly ellie ⁉️: bug?

You wanted to respond but you didn't know what to say, you felt equally as bad and embarrassed by what had happened, and you wanted to make up with Ellie but you didn’t know where to start.

You felt guilty not responding but you decided to sleep it off and perhaps your response would come to you in a dream. Ellie knew you didn’t like confrontation as you were quite sensitive and Ellie had known all that yet she still unnecessarily yelled at you and Ellie didn’t know how to make you feel better except apologising profusely.

You had awoken from your nap by 5 soft knocks on your door, you tiredly sat up preparing yourself for this conversation before opening the door.

Once you opened the door you saw Ellie standing in the hallway, she immediately threw her arms around you pulling your body into hers tightly. She released the both of you from the embrace and cupped your cheeks.

“Bug I am so so sorry” she rambled “it’s okay Ell-“ she cut you off “love you more then anything y’ know that, would never mean t’ hurt you.” She explained “I love you too, and I’m sorry for overreacting” you said looking down, cheeks flushed. “no no you didn’t overreact, m’ stupid, said a stupid thing.” She kissed you nose. “m okay I forgive you” once you finished what you were saying you looked up at her, and she kisses the side of your still pink cheeks, “okay now can you please tell me what you were talking about before” she looks at you hopeful, “hm you sure?” You question, “yes bug, wanna hear everything.”

This was my first proper fic!! please let me know what you think <3

[coconox]

more of me blasting through story

RENAISSANCE DE FANTASTIQUE SPOILERS BELOW

we need more constructs that are comfortable w hugging skk, just saying,,, i think a hug would benefit both parties

another bpo construct!!!! im curious as to how the numbers in their frame id are used, cause if hypothetically the numbers are in order from earliest in the batch to latest, then our bpo constructs are

nocti: bpo-03

wata: bpo-29

trojan: bpo-74

bianca: bpo-87

making nocti the oldest of the bunch HDHFJSJ

honestly loved this silly banter in dire situations

haicma who taught you this 😭😭😭 i can just imagine her saying human slang in the most monotone voice its both so funny and so 😭😭

probably the most relatable moment from this chapter

bro the 3-4 lines he spoke in this scene were all sus out of context like 🤨 ok hot but also 🤨❓️

honestly, knowing nocti's behavior i can see why he acts like the way he is now after seeing the few times issarius spoke hdhfjskkf

nocti having great influences ig /s

the ending is bugged for me so i had to watch a vid showcasing the ending :,)))

overall it was interesting to learn more abt ayla and why shes the way she is now, and learning abt sica and how she connects w ayla was really sweet. learning abt aylas art process made me connect w her even more, especially when she was talking to sica and trojan abt her process and it can really just be boiled down to "dont overthink it" quq

[blossomgoff]

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Now, as we all know, J K Rowling sucks at worldbuilding as well as in many other ways. She is trash and belongs in the trash. Given that, the fact that any one aspect of her terrible worldbuilding bugs me in this the Year of our Trashfire 2024 - a decade after she first tore away her human mask to reveal her true terven visage - is ridiculous.

But I can’t help it. “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure” is just not proper tenth-century Old English. Either that line was added to Rowena’s diadem later or the diadem we see in the books is a later forgery in its entirety (and given that the diadem we see in the movies looks like Art Nouveau, it’s probably a recent forgery, too!).

For years now my brain has been idly taking that line out and trying to polish it into something approximating proper historical Old English. “More mickle than mathom-hoards / Is the wit of a wizard” is what I’ve got currently, and it’s still not right.

(“Mickle” is OE for “great”, a “mathom” is treasure, and as for “wit beyond measure” becoming “wizard”? “Wizard” is literally just “wise”+the superlative ending “-ard”.)

This is strictly me trying to find words with OE roots and stringing them together in something approximating OE poetry (hence the alliteration); it shouldn’t be mistaken for actual OE. Which might be more like … “Māran miċel þonne māþum-horda / Wesan þē wizard wittig”. It might be “bēon” rather than “wesan”? … And now that I’ve looked it up “wizard” as in “male magic-user” is a Middle English term; the OE is “wiċċa”/“wiċċe” depending on gender. Given its Rowena’s diadem it should be “wiċċe”. And without the -ard intensifier I need to find a way to add that back in, preferably a way that incorporates the W-alliteration.

“Wesan þē wiċċe wel-wittig”? “Bēon þē witt betest”? “Bēon þē witt unmetan”?

I’m certain I’m getting the case endings and declensions wrong. Blarg. No doubt my brain will continue to burn precious neurons on this until I get it right. Someday I shall finally be free.

Stupid Harry Potter, summoning fanfic ideas to rotate in my mind. Is this what it’s like to have an ex? Sometimes you still think of them despite the fact that you don’t miss them and can enumerate all the ways in which they suck? Aargh.