#He says Howdy! How can you get more friendly than that?

[ryleepies]

What an innocent little fellow! He is without ill intentions!

#He says Howdy! How can you get more friendly than that? #Undertale #UTDR #Flowey #Flowey the flower #Undertale Flowey #fan art #digital art #art

[impishjesters]

Agents of Cat-astrophe

warning(s): none unless you count Jax note(s): This gave me a good chuckle as someone who's consistently dropping more curse words than regular words, I'd imagine the system to just censor anything and everything that comes out of my mouth at that point. A/N: (In response to the requester) I wish I was taking breaks (I mean I am sorta), I'm fully aware I'm running myself ragged right now. But it's hard for me to stop myself... I'm caffeinated and chaotic and I don't wanna stew in my brain for too long. At least I get up and stretch every now and then. Request: Anyways, I’m requesting a Jax x reader (crushing stage) where the reader is sorta at the same level of meanness as Jax and likes to do pranks with him on the other characters. Also the reader’s digital form is a short cat that at first glance makes them look nice/friendly (obviously not an actual cat but yk what I mean), and they have a sailor’s mouth that is unfortunately censored but that doesn’t stop them (can also purr and does so when they’re content which is usually when there chilling in Jax’s room or with Jax in general). I think it would be fun if the reader surprisingly was sorta nicer to Kinger and has a small soft spot for him and does more playful pranks on him than mean/harmful ones.

When you first showed up, you looked so small and frail, like a literal little kitten completely out of place in this big colourful nightmare world

Ragatha thought you’d be like Pomni, and boy howdy was she wrong

You just ended up being another Jax—who you later met and found out was also an agent of chaos

Similarly to Pomni you cursed up a storm when you first arrived and the endless censorship that came with it

You have a knack for testing Caine’s patience when it comes to your sailor’s mouth, much to Jax’s entertainment. It’s not every day Caine loses his cool like that and you’re just a newbie, needless to say, you caught his interest

That sailor’s mouth also gets used towards the other’s and Jax won’t lie and say it’s not funny because shit’s hilarious.

Sure they all curse from time to time, but you just laid out an entire sentence that was completely and utterly censored. Like the system said “fuck this I’m gonna censor the whole damn sentence”

Unlike Jax who doesn’t show any remorse for who he pranks or how cruel they are, you draw the line at messing with Kinger.

Okay, that’s a lie you still mess with him but it’s not like how you mess with the others. Kinger has this sweet unstable dad/grandpa vibe and it kind of makes the place more homey in a weird way. (plus that man has been through enough trauma, give him a break, and talk about his bug collections or some shit)

The upside is that his mind is so scattered sometimes that using the same pranks on him always results in something hilarious. So you really don’t need to try for any new material. (he also really needs to consider actually using the lock on his door, he makes it too easy)

Jax considered you his little partner in crime the more time passed—not exactly a friend nah, but like a good ol pal that also likes to partake in joining him and his bullshittery

The first time he hears you purring is when the two of you are lazing about in his room, he’d gotten distracted collecting things for a prank on someone and heard the loudest rumbling coming from behind him

“Are you fucking purring?”

It’s a little embarrassing at first, you’ve uh, never done that before..

Jax has the biggest shit-eating grin, if he wasn’t using dumb cat-themed nicknames before he sure as hell is now

“Oh, like you don’t stomp your feet like a petulant child you overgrown rabbit.”

He does not stomp his fuckin feet like a temperamental rabbit, thank you very much (that’s a fuckin lie if I ever heard one)

Jax already had mixed feelings about you before, nothing particularly bad, just feelings he couldn’t place…that was until the prank…

He doesn’t know how you did it, or how he got so wrapped up in it. But you pranked him, and you pranked him good.

Oh, oh okay that feeling is new… butterflies don’t typically belong inside your gut, now whether Jax has ever experienced a crush before or not is probably beyond him. But these little butterflies are a bitch and it takes awhile of placing two and two together to realize he’s… caught feelings to some degree

You, however, probably had a crush on him for a while, perhaps really noticing it after the whole purring fiasco when you learned that it only happened around Jax

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus #jax x reader #jax #tadc

[plleeeepppyyyy]

I absolutely adore your Wally fanfics!

If it’s alright with you, can you make a slightly jealous Wally fic? Again, it’s okay if you don’t want to, but if you do, here’s how it would go—

You’ve been hanging around with Barnaby, Julie, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, and Howdy quite often. Usually it’s because some of them request help, or it’s because they just want to hang out with you!

Unfortunately, this comes at the (slight) dismay of Wally. At first, he’s delighted you’re making friends with the others, or at least getting to know them better. But as time goes on, hanging out with him is less and less— of course, you still try to MAINTAIN hangouts with him, but it seems that fate dislikes him so! Every time you’re just having the best fun with him, someone has to come and take you away.

(Like say Frank needs you to catch butterflies with him just when you and Wally are drawing, or Eddie needs your help delivering packages.)

Either way, it makes Wally more jealous.

How he deals with it is all up to you! Again, if you want to write this, I hope I provided enough detail for you to base a story off of this! :)!!

iiiii think i accidentally made wally a bit more than slightly jealous? its really fun to write him being jelly ngl!! it was really fun to write this, ٥(¯ ³¯)

i also made him a bit (maybe too) rude to julie,, so sorry julie! :(

(i also would’ve posted this earlier but i had a busy day, sorry!!!!)

“slightly” jealous wally + reader!

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•wally is just so…. happy that everyone wants to hang out with you!! so… happy… (ง'̀-'́)ง

•honestly he’s jealous at times, he’s honestly a very jealous man.

•like dont get wally wrong, he’s happy that you’re getting on great with his friends! it’s just he prefers to have all of your attention on him.

•just him, he wants you all to himself.

•but just as long as you hang around him, it’s perfectly fine—

•no it wasn’t. why’d you stop hanging out with him more? :(

•he doesn’t blame everyone for being excited , after all.. you were y/n. just great, fun, a good person to be around. how could people not stay by you?

•and that’s what wally wanted to do, stay by you.

•even if you guys hang out with the others, his eyes are only on you. like said before, you’re the apple of his eye. his bff, everything, ofc he wants to look at you.

•he notices quickly on that everyone else is just taking ur attention further and further, which makes you more busy and busy to not hang out with him! he’s legit so distraught, he immediately runs to house for some advice.

•like, how can he get your attention more?!

•he’s handsome, he’s entertaining, he’s got like,, everything, why do you pay more attention to his friends more than him?

•you guys could just be sitting around sketching, as wally watches you intently, someone has to come up and poof! you’re being whisked away..

•okay, he feels a bit guilty thinking of his friends in a not so friendly manner. but they keep taking you away from him! you were supposed to be his!

•he’s also kinda in his delulu arc,, he makes himself feel better that you’re just busy! ofc you want to hang out with him! you like wally, he likes you! literally he keeps trying to convince himself that everyday you’re just YEARNING to be with him 24/7. (like he is with you.) wally also convinced himself he is justified for feeling this way. i mean, you’re his best friend, he didn’t go all this way to bring you back just for you to be distracted from him.

•if one of the neighbors like for instance,, barnaby come up to you while you and wally are spending time together beautifully and grabs you away,, he’s so heartbroken. like don’t go! :( barnaby’s jokes can wait!

•as patient as wally can be, he gets a bit snarky.!(not a bit, a LOT) literally if frank comes up to you asking for help with something, wally spews out a quiet sassy comment. he’s so passive aggressive. as you ask him what he said, he turns to you with the most innocent face ever and says, “nothing, darling!🫶” (lies,,)

•you know how elmo got passive aggressive if rocko and susie? that is wally, elmo is wally..

•if sally walks up to you guys, wally will legit glare at her and be like, “hello sally.” and just eyeing her. like WALLY??? are you okay? 😭

•he can get SO desperate for you to stay with him, he comes up with every excuse in the book. he’s on the brink of grabbing you and just running away. he’s very on the verge of going on his knees of begging.

•he’s honestly like a dog who cannot live without your attention for a second. it makes everyone else so confused, like why is wally being so clingy to you?

•if you ever notice the snarky comments he’s been making and call him out on it. he apologizes and comes up with an excuse. that he was stressed; whatnot.. well,, it wasn’t a lie.

•if anything he’s starting to envy his friends, which is something he wouldn’t want to happen. but, if they keep taking him away from him. sometimes he just gets frustrated. you’re his bff!

•just as things start to get great, someone has to swoop on in and snatch you. he wants you to look at him and him only at times.

•hell, he even getz a bit jealous of barnaby! his other bff, even if you both hang out with him, he still gets a bit jealous.

•as he is left there alone as you go help howdy with his shop, he just thinks to himself. why can’t you stay by him? you’re supposed to be friends, the best of friends! doesn’t howdy have four arms? what did he need help with? it should be him getting attention from you, its just not fair. why?

•he literally is on the verge of breaking down as he goes back to home miserably. wally legit starts ranting again to home, what is he doing wrong? he rants a lot to the point where tears of frustration are clouding his eyes. why is he upset over you? no, you were his best friend, he had every right to be mad.

•just as he kept ranting, his telephone rang. it was you!

•finally you were able to give him at least some attention, and he could hear your lovely voice.. (attention starved i swear,,)

•you apologize to him for leaving, that stuff was just getting busier, but then offered to hang out with him.

•of course he said yes!! he felt excited, but it dawned on him. how was he going to keep you to himself? where it was just you and him.

•simple, just be stern.

•this time, he was going to keep you right, beside him. :)

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“again, i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. its as if i’m just a celebrity here, huh?” you chuckled, it was a normal day. sunny, nice, and it was just you and wally. walking around, trying to find something to do.

“hah, you could say that.. it’s okay though, y/n. i’m just glad we have time together. especially now.” wally hummed in happiness, he wouldn’t lie. he was really happy. you sighed and nodded, you couldn’t but feel bad.

it was if you kept leaving wally behind, so you might as well give him some time too, right?

“yeah, me too. i’ll try to be around you more, of course if you want it.”

wally wanted it, definitely, it was like he couldn’t live without even talking to you for a day.

“mhm, i’d very much like that.” he nodded, finally some time to be alone with just you. no one else.

“i’ve been feeling bad for just leaving you by yourself, and..” you sighed and shook your head, clearly thinking as wally looked at you.

“wally i really want to have more time with you. thanks for being understanding about this whole thing.. don’t get me wrong, i like how your friends are so welcoming!” wally winced at the “welcoming” part, if anything they were too welcoming. but he listened on.

“it’s just.. sometimes they leave me barely any time to just hang out with you, you know? and for sure in the future, i’ll be sure to give you some attention.” you said in confidence, seemingly determined as you grabbed his hands.

which made wally a bit taken back, wow.. did you really felt this determined to make it up to him? he felt so happy at this fact and held your hands back.

“well, thank you.. y/n. i know it’s out of your control, since you are so exciting to be around. i guess people can’t help themselves but be around you.” he huffed jokingly.

“you’re a good friend though, y/n. i really appreciate you being this considerate.” wally smiled at you, which made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. you hummed and shook both of his hands, then let go. despite wally’s disappointment.

“yeah, of course! don’t wanna make you feel left out.. hey, you wanna go?—“ as you were about to finish your question, both of you heard julie. much to wally’s dismay.

again?

“heyyyy y/n! hiya wally!” julie hummed as she skipped over to both of you. wally glared at her ever so slightly as he looked at you, you were smiling. maybe out of kindness? manners?

he felt his heart sink a bit, “oh, hi julie! what’s up?” you greeted as wally stared directly at julie. if she even tried to steal you away this time..

“sooo, uhm, i need some help with something.” she sighed as she poked your cheek lightly, seemingly a bit shy.

“uhm, what is it?” you asked, wally kept looking at julie. practically serving knives right into her, as bad it would make him feel afterwards. he couldn’t just have you go away, not again, not now. you were his today. nothing was going to change that. home even agreed that you should give wally more time!

as wally begged internally for you to not go away again, julie explained her situation.

“so, i was gonna do this surprise for poppy, but i really need some help with some suggestions. could you—?” as julie was about to continue, wally quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you close.

“ah, sorry, julie! y/n’s a bit busy with me today, why don’t you ask someone else?” wally asked, if you listened close enough you could almost hear the passive aggressiveness. you and julie were both startled as wally basically held you. he smiled his usual smile, keeping you close. and tight. to him, you weren’t going anywhere without him.

“uhm, but it’ll only take a bit, i swear!—“ wally quickly shot her down and glared at her, his smile slightly faltering. “ask someone else. they promised to stay with me, right y/n?” wally said sternly. he looked at you, you were a bit taken back. a little flustered, yet confused.

“uhm, well, i did..” you mumbled back, you were a bit taken back as well. she seemed to be a bit scared and pitiful. “oh, uh, okay.. sorry for bothering you two. my bad!” she sighed and gave you both a pity smile, as if she was a bit embarrassed.

“it’s fine— uhm,” wally let go of your hand and smiled at you, “anyways, what place were you going to say, y/n?” you paused and looked at julie. feeling a bit bad as she looked around, backing up a bit.

“uh, that one cafe i talked about a couple days ago! remember?.” you stammered out, wally nodded and smiled at you. “lead the way then!”

you paused and nodded, mouthing a sorry to julie as you tugged on wally’s cardigan. motioning for him to follow you, you started to walk after you did so. thinking of how weird the interaction you just had.

wally lingered a bit and whispered to julie up close, “sorry julie.. but they’re mine.” he smiled at her, the way he mumbled to her made her confused. a bit embarrassed as well. what did he mean by that, you can’t just..

“for today at least, you know how it is.” wally winked and walked away, julie looked at him. a bit confused, no really confused. is wally okay? why was he being rude? she sighed sorrowfully and made her way, maybe someone else could help her.

you looked back a bit as you were paused in your steps, what did wally say to julie that made her run away? you felt really bad for that encounter, why would wally do that?

wally caught up to you and took your hand, “sorry if i was a bit.. stern to julie. she just.. needed to back off a bit, you know?” he assured you, you looked at him with confusion.

but you nodded, holding his hand back. “uh, you’re right.. i did promise you that i was yours today. huh?” you asked him. you decided to try to least not be too tense today at least. it was the least you could do for wally.

he nodded and kept his grip on your hand tight enough. adoring at the statement you recalled.

yes, you were his today.

and no one was going to change that.

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•over the whole time this is happening he becomes more clingy, more around you. to the point where he just drags you along with him.

•he’s dismissive of his other friends at times too, he focus all on you. he waves eddie off and just listens on what you have to say. which does make him a bit more distant from the neighbors.

•even over the time, he gets more jealous and slightly more convictive, snarky, and just overall mean. in fact if you didn’t reprimand him for those comments he could’ve been way rude. it still makes him feel a bit bad too, those are also his friends. yet he’s just being rude. he can’t help it but feel annoyed though..

•he is trying to work on himself be less rude, to the point where he went to you and talked about it.

•you, being an understanding person thankfully, offered to help him out. make him less tense, jealous, and whatnot.

•and with your help, he does get better with his jealousy issues too! which makes him glad, it def gets him out of his delulu arc too.

•at times though, the thought of jealousy comes up.

•even if he tries to calm down, he can’t help but feel it. the emotions spring up at times.

•wally is still jealous nonetheless, and even if it is an ugly thing. it won’t go away for him. he just appreciates you so much, that’s what friends do, right?

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ackjjj,, okay went a bit overboard ngl. but writing a jealous wally is just fun ! (￣▽￣)

thanks to anon for givin me some stuff to work with too, you got some good writing ideas!!(•̀ᴗ•́)و

yet again; sorry for posting this one later than usual! days are getting a little busy for me, but i’m definitely trying to get all of these requests done!

i also realized how much traction my clumsy and silly reader fic is gettin too, so thanks for that! i’m glad my writing is getting somewhere,,´･ᴗ･`

love y’all!!

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#wally darling #welcome home #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I please have a Wally with a reader that is somehow sentient and aware with knowing they've somehow got stuck in this tv show and are heavely aware Wally has something to do with it?

So they're extra closed up about themselves, stay home a lot to avoid the puppets in overly social gathering (like they can handle two or three of them but not all at once as it's too overwhelming with happy shizzles and stuff), yet that doesn't mean they don't talk at all to them. They don't keep their mouth shut either when something's bothering them, like when they get annoyed when Wally stares too long at them and makes a comment about it or genuinely admit they dislike Home with how disturbing it seems to them.

Wally somehow doesn't mind as he's genuinely interested in them and wants to become their friend as best as possible, not for any reason with manipulation, just pure friendly business. But as the reader knows he's the main star of the show they're forced to play in, they know the camera follows him almost always, thus they avoid him like the plague which causes a cat and mouse play between you two. Wally trying to get closer to you with perhaps making paintings and gifts for you while you just casually dip out of there while somehow looking like you don't hate him.

(It would be even funnier if you somehow became the second favorite character of the show as you stand out a lot with your attitude and being the only human being there, perhaps even attracting teens to watch the show with your remarks at the puppets for a certain someone not even having a nose or eyebrows and your monotone voice singing and having no energy with dancing once you somehow get stuck in a song sequence with the others (kind of like red guy from dhmis)

Funny thing is, sadly for Wally, is that you get along well with Frank and Eddie as they're the more calm ones, Eddie still joyfull a lot, but more calmer than Julie and Howdy perhaps are.

So there's Wally, staring with the most confused and slight jealous eyes as he watches you joke around and actually smile with the duo/couple(?) while you always give him a frown that's somehow even deeper than Franks.

Sorry for the slight ramble and long explanation (I'm a fanfic writer myself), just wanted to give a summary of how I see it and wondering how you'd think this would work out.

Btw, reader doesn't hate Wally, they're just warry and uncomfortable with his stares and Home in general, and with the knowledge that's he's one of the reasons they're stuck here. They soften up to him a little eventually, like letting him hug them shortly or talking more casual with him, but no way he ever sees them entering his house.

This was so long I'm so sorry.

Anyway, have a great day/night!

Oh don't worry I think this is a great idea! I like how fleshed-out it is!

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You have only spent a week in the neighborhood...before realizing something was terribly, terribly wrong with the world surrounding you.

At first, this place seemed like nothing but sunshine and rainbows--full of fun, joy, color, and friendship. A place that one could only dream of living in all their life, free of worry or strife.

It felt comforting and safe, so when you started having these weird feelings that not everything was as it seemed..you figured you were just nervous about settling into a new place.

But when the folks here asked where you were from, you'd end up drawing a blank...starting to question where you really did come from. So you'd simply tell them you're just "out of town" and leave it at that, although you always sounded uncertain about it.

And there's something else that was especially peculiar: every activity the neighbors did almost always stopped at the end of the day. It seemed strange to you since there's plenty of things you could do. Like campfires or stargazing!

So one evening, you asked all of your neighbors why they rarely hung out during the night, and they had relatively normal responses: Eddie says it's tricky to deliver mail at nighttime; Howdy was too tired from working at the bugdega all day; Barnaby and Sally had to plan their next stunts, tricks, and plays; Julie and Frank wanted to get their "beauty sleep"; and Poppy needed to take care of things back at the barn.

All seemed to be perfectly reasonable answers...

Until you got to Wally.

He looked as though he was ready to respond...only to fall quiet and stare off into space, as though he was in another world. But the fact that his pupils seemed to dilate gave you the chills for some reason, and you calmly tried snapping him out of his trance.

Then he did, and quietly said something about Home "disliking" it whenever he stays out too late. And he bid you goodnight before leaving.

That exchange was the moment you realized something was very off about him beyond his staring habits. It's like he didn't know exactly what to say.

As if...it's such an unusual question for him, but normal to you.

And out of nowhere, the truth hit you like a truck:

This whole place was just one big TV show, with all of you trapped inside as the unwitting stars who were meant to follow certain "scripts" during your daily interactions.

You don't know how or why you knew that, but it became clearer when you constantly got the feeling that your movements were being watched.

You could sense eyes on you even when you were alone.

And sometimes you'd hear indistinguishable voices of adults and children alike while you slept, unable to discern whether they were merely in your dream or existed in reality. It must have been the former, considering none of the other neighbors said they heard anything.

To you, these people...these "viewers", sounded like they were in a faraway land--an unreachable place where you couldn't call out to them for answers no matter how hard you tried.

You knew nothing about them, but they knew everything about you.

Your character had become so fascinating to them from the moment you arrived in the humble neighborhood. You've actually become the second favorite almost instantly, given the uniqueness you've brought to the colorful cast as a human merely wearing an average-sized costume.

They've observed that your personality makes you relatable to young teens, attracting them to the show. Many of them got some chuckles out of your dry and semi-self aware humor (in that you'd joke about how Wally's missing his eyebrows and nose when everybody else has them). It was an immediate hit.

Even when you got pulled into some silly musical number with the rest of the gang, you just spoke in monotone and put lackluster energy into dancing when the camera panned over to you--much to the dismay of your "neighbors".

The viewers just couldn't get enough of you. They adored you.

And they can't stop watching.

You, on the other hand, weren't aware that you were so popular...and quite frankly, you didn't want to be. It terrified you.

So for a while, to protect your own sanity, you began attending less and less social events, not wanting to overwhelm yourself. You've declined invitations to Sally's and Barnaby's shows, which made you feel kinda bad..but you were just so fearful of everything at the time.

Were any of them aware of their circumstances, too?

You had no idea, and it would probably make you sound like a crazy person if you told them how you really felt.

The only other person to show any sort of "deviance" was...Wally himself.

You didn't know why, but you felt like he had something to do with the situation you're in. Especially given his odd response to you that evening and the fact that...he just apparently loved to stare so much, watching you just like the audience did.

It didn't help that whenever you talked to him or he tried approaching you, you got the chilling feeling that you were being perceived by the audience--as if somebody was holding a camera over your shoulder, wanting to capture every moment the "main character" spent with you.

You'd prefer to spend as little time in the spotlight as possible.

However, being anxious about this world didn't mean you weren't a bit mouthy towards other things you disliked. You were known for being blunt and sometimes a "realist", shrugging of whatever crocodile tears the others may give you just for the crime of being honest and true to yourself.

So yes...you'd always call out Wally if he was staring at you for a prolonged period of time, or if he tried persuading you to say hello to Home if you happened to pass by the sentient house.

Your response? Straight up "no thank you, it creeps me out and I don't like how its window-eye things are looking at me."

The audience may laugh, but it's the truth.

That building scares you.

Despite all of this, though...Wally didn't seem to bothered by it. He likened your sarcastic quips to Frank's, so that was never an issue with him. If anything, he was genuinely trying to help you feel right at home in the neighborhood, hoping to become a friend you could trust and rely on if you needed anything.

It'll just take you a bit more time to adjust, and that's alright!

Sure, maybe his stares were strange to you and Home was well...Home. He understood why those things might seem scary to a new neighbor.

But then again, that's how everybody else acted when he first met them, and now they were all good friends!

He's sure you'll fit right in and find true happiness here. So he made it his mission to befriend you without coming on too strongly, inviting you to quiet picnics and painting lessons, calling you on the phone, and even showing up at your doorstep with gifts.

He even made sure to tell his neighbors to give you space, though he was really hoping you'd stop being afraid of him the longer you spent around him alone.

But while you accepted his presents and showed up to his invites...you just couldn't let your guard down around him. You never looked happy or relaxed, and didn't stay long, usually cutting your time together short under the guise that you forgot to do something important and had to leave now.

Your latest excuse was that you forgot to "walk your fish" even though you owned no such pet. You were a terrible liar, but Wally believed you anyways.

He was a patient man, so he'll wait how ever long it took to befriend you.

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"Alright, Home..today I'm gonna gift [y/n] my finest work thus far! Do you think they'll like it?"

Pausing, Wally listened for the creaks of approval and squeaks of reassurances, smiling when he heard them, although Home noted something else.

"Haha..you're right. Silly me. It needs more time to dry..or else the paint will just smudge and make it a not-so-nice gift. Sorry, I'm just excited, is all.." He chuckled awkwardly.

After setting the canvas back on the easel, he wandered over to the window and peered outside, humming a small tune to himself as he rested his arms on the sill.

It took him all day and all night to paint the perfect picture of your favorite animal---which he learned about from an off-handed comment you made a few days ago. His memory was sharp, remembering all the details about the creature, and he believed you'll love what he created as a result!

Surely now you'll see that he's not all that bad. Otherwise he'd be lost on how to convince you.

However, he noticed a rather...surprising sight from across the street, one that even Home had to confirm was happening so he didn't think he was going crazy.

You were actually out and about, having a casual chat with Frank, asking how he got together with Eddie before bumping into said mailman on the sidewalk.

Wally couldn't make out what any of you three were discussing, but Eddie must have said something humorous, as it made Frank groan and hide his blushing face. And you just chuckled and shook your head, patting the latter's back sympathetically.

He felt his heart sink.

You were talking to the couple--joking around, smiling, and genuinely enjoying their company. As if you've known them all your life.

Yet anytime he's even near you in any capacity, he's met with frowns deeper than Frank's and constant excuses to get away from him. Like he was some kind of pest or scary monster.

He didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

Of course, he's happy you're getting along with some of the neighbors, no longer being so shut-in...but it hurt to know he's still stuck struggling, literally begging you to be his friend.

*creaaaak?*

"..no, Home. I'm not jealous. What gives you that idea?"

*...creeak.."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Wally looked back at the easel, sighing. Part of him wanted to just throw the whole canvas out the window, but....he shook off the feeling, forcing a smile.

He wanted you to have it, even if you didn't like him that much.

So when he saw you finally parting ways with Eddie and Frank, he decided to head over to your house about an hour later, assuming you were gonna be there and needed to recharge from socializing.

He put on his best cardigan and made sure his hair was neat before heading out the door with the small canvas tucked under his arm, covered by a protective sheet. He wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise for you, after all..even if you anticipated it being yet another painting.

For some reason, the sky was grayer than usual today..meaning it's probably gonna rain on his parade.

But he didn't let that deter him.

After arriving to your house, he knocked three times, in a certain rhythm that you've distinctively recognized as him being at the door.

But he was surprised when you opened it right away. "Oh heya, Wally. What's up?"

"Ohh nothing much, neighbor." He chuckled. "May I..come in? I promise I won't stay long-"

"It's cool. It looks like it's gonna rain anyways. Wouldn't wanna ruin your "beautiful" hair now, huh?" With a coy smirk, you let him come inside the house, shutting the door behind you as you turned around to see what be brought you this time.

He looked shocked, almost, standing there like a fish out of water. You invited him in without hesitation...though he tried not getting his hopes up too high.

You're just trying to be polite. In a few minutes you're gonna kick him out for some silly reason.

Shifting your gaze away from his uncomfortable stare, you looked at the painting in his hands, tilting your head. "I guess that's for me.."

Nodding, Wally handed you the canvas, watching you remove the small sheet to see it was a painting of your favorite animal. Your eyes lit up, impressed by the amount of details that went into this one, before looking back up at him. "Wow, man..this is....awesome. How long did it take you?"

"Not very long!" He suddenly chirped, hands clasped together with excitement. "I just hope it fits nicely in your collection! A-Assuming....you...have one...that is..."

Bit by bit, his words began to fall flat with uncertainty, before he completely dropped the act, shoulders slumped.

Why did he bother trying anymore? What was the point?

You noticed his odd mood shift. "Wally? What's wrong?"

"..nothing, neighbor.." Sighing, he hung his head low, a cloud of doom and gloom manifesting over him as he shuffled towards the door. He felt like going back to Home and curling up in a corner somewhere. "I'll...see you later-"

"Wait."

"...hm?"

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, still feeling quite depressed but willing to listen to whatever you wanted to say.

You set the painting on a nearby table, approaching him with your heart constrained with guilt. "Look, Wally..I know you think I hate you or something, but...that's not true."

"It...isn't?" He blinked.

"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. There's just been...a lot of my mind lately. Things I can't really talk about just yet..I-I don't know. It's hard to explain. But the point is...I really do wanna be your friend. I guess I'm just...a very "guarded" person if that makes sense."

Although Wally was staring at you yet again, you didn't break eye contact, wanting him to know you're being genuine here. "I don't open up easy, but I know you've...helped me a lot, and I appreciate that. I do keep your paintings and I do feel bad for being a jerk to you sometimes. So...think you can forgive me? I'll even allow this if you want."

When he saw you open your arms up to him, he was frozen for a few long moments, astonishment written all over his face.

He just...didn't know what to say. Not only did you actually like his company, but....

He was allowed to hug you??

"..c'mon, pal. My arms are kinda getting tired." You awkwardly smiled, although you blinked as he suddenly latched onto you, letting out a few sniffles.

He wanted to sob so badly, but knew that wouldn't be very "neighborly" of him.

Yet you heard how he sounded, and felt guilty for treating him as some bad guy...when really he didn't seem malicious at all. You wanted to believe he had good intentions.

Whether or not he also knew the truth behind this place...that didn't matter right now.

He just wanted to be your friend.

You'll never be happy if you kept being so afraid of him all the time. That wasn't any life to live, even if you're unsure of whether this was your only life or not.

But you let him hug you anyways, patting his back.

"Th-This is very nice of you, neighbor. I forgive you." He mumbled, cheek squished against your shoulder as he clung to you tightly, never wanting to let go-

"Thanks......okay, you can let go now."

"..o-oh! Right, sorry." Reluctantly, Wally let you go, rubbing his eyes before dusting off his cardigan, breathing a sigh of relief. "Whew! I'm glad we're on better terms now. But...if I may ask..what changed?"

"Ah, well..I was talking with Frank and Eddie earlier..and I asked them about you."

"Huh....?" He pointed to himself, raising an invisible eyebrow. "Me..?"

"Yeah. Since they're more chill than most of the people here, I feel like I can be myself around them." You explained. "Howdy and Julie are kinda too loud for me, so...yeah. Those guys pushed me to reach out to you and try to make this friendship work...instead of the other way around."

'So...that's what they were talking about..' He realized, though he beamed anyways, happy you took their advice.

"Well that's great! I think we'll become great friends, [y/n]!" Smiling, he offered his hand to you, and you shook it as a way of saying you're both willing to start over.

"I..think so, too, Wally." You smiled back, feeling this huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.

"So...do you wanna come visit Home when the weather clears?"

"...I'll pass. But I'll wave to 'em from afar if that's okay."

"It's fine by me, neighbor."

#clanask #welcome home x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #platonic

[bots-and-cons]

Howdy again! Is it possible you could do the same prompt l asked last time (reader dies and turns cybertronian) but with Autobots instead of cons? Thank you so much!!!!

A/N: If someone’s interested in the decepticon version you can find that here. Ratchet has morals, hence no human experimentation on the autobots’ part

•You were taken by the decepticons and experimented on 

•Ever since the whole thing with Silas, Knockout and Shockwave were both interested in if they could repeat the experiment

•It was mostly Shockwave though, Knockout thought what happened to Breakdown was absolutely disgusting, but he also wanted to know how it was done, so repeating the experiment on you was a chance for that

•So, they did their experiment, constructing you a body from vehicon parts and putting the necessary parts from you into it

•Anyway, the cons returned you to the autobots in a rather cruel manner, basically Megatron just tossed you at their feet saying something like “I believe this is your pet”

•Ratchet worked for days to make sure you would survive in your new body, but he had a lot of trouble, because he didn’t know how much at all about human anatomy or biology

•Shockwave and Knockout had already done most of the work for him though, so he just had to finish the job and make sure you would continue to stay alive

•When you woke up, you were very confused, and scared too

•Your head was all foggy, you couldn’t remember much of anything, certainly not how you’d come to be this way

•It took a couple of days for you to be even able to move your arms or legs, and being able to stand and walk took much longer

•Ratchet was there to look after you the whole time, someone had to be, because you were pretty confused most of the time

•You had a lot of gaps and holes in your memory, you knew things like your name and you knew the autobots were friendly or at least not a threat to you, but you didn’t know who they were or what they were like

•You also didn’t remember anything about how you’d been made into this thing you now were

•You knew you used to be human, but it felt like it had been a dream

•Optimus was of course furious that the decepticons had done this to you, but he kept it under control, so hardly anyone noticed

•Except for Ratchet of course, he was also horrified by what had been done to you and he honestly just tried not to think about it most of the time, because you were still alive

•Arcee was probably the most visibly furious about the whole thing, she even ranted a little about how this was the last straw, etc etc

•Bee was also seething, but his anger was more mixed with this overwhelming sadness and confusion, he had seen the decepticons committing countless atrocities, but this was undoubtedly among the worst

•The whole team had a very hard time understanding how the decepticons could do this, you were no threat to them

•They were all furious, but they tried to keep a lid on it, some managed that better than others, because they wanted to aid in your recovery

•Your recovery was very slow, but they all tried to be there for you as best as they could

•You had to learn to control your new body, and all that came with being a pseudo-cybertronian

•Ratchet kept scanning you constantly for the first three months, at least twice a day, more if something unusual happened

•You had a very hard time mentally for a long while, because of getting used to your new body, never being able to see your family/friends again, and the fact that you had been dead

•Even though you didn’t exactly remember how you had been experimented on, the whole thing still plagued you in your nightmares

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #arcee #ratchet #bumblebee #tfp headcanons #transformers angst #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

[victoirey]

howdy hi hello!! How are you? If possible, could you write something about Lo'ak with an Avatar friend and all the shenanigans they'd get into? Like him seeing their human form for the first time or watching their iknimaya? (headcanons or sum perhaps).

♡. young, dumb, broke ! —

synopsis / lo'ak and you are just... vibing...

gn!avatar!reader | currently listening to the QUEEN bibi while writing this . hi bb, you’re such a sweetie awe! i hope u enjoy this silly lil thing <3

you ( let's say ten year old you ) were the pandora-friendly labs attempt at creating an avatar with what little products they had to make one— and you were a success. you weren't just a kid in the lab now. you were an operator. you'd be trained and treated like one. your first test drive was when you met Jake's children— more specifically, lo'ak. you were tasked to do normal kid things with lo'ak, like jump through trees and climb stuff. why? because it was a test to see whether or not their updates would work, that is, default parkour skills.

it did not. you fell flat on your face first thing. lo'ak started laughing, before helping you up and instructing you to start with little things first. you did. he acted as your instructor for however long you think you'd need to adjust to parkour, and when you finally honed that skill of yours‐ he wouldn't be your instructor. not anymore. he'd just be your friend.

funny isn't it? two ten year olds meet, and no one knows it yet— but it's the start of something beautiful. from then on, you become bestfriends.

neytiri is set off by you, except to some extent— you remind her of jake. like a baby, making noise, don't know what to do and all that. so unintentionally, she takes you under her wing by teaching you about their culture & their language. you enjoy her lessons, and you laugh & grow with her. Sooner or later, your smile brings a smile to neytiris face— sooner or later, you become her child.

jake welcomes you with open arms— and, like, neytiri, sees alot of himself in you. he is the one who teaches you self defense, he watches as you improve your fighting skills— and he watches as you best neteyam in combat. for the first time. he smiles proudly, placing a firm hand on your hair as you relish in your victory. you become his child, too.

neteyam had always bested you in combat, as golden child and all that— but nonetheless, when you first bested him in that field— he was proud. turns out that while neytiri had been focusing on teaching you culture and language, and jake had been focusing on self defense — neteyam had been doing both. neteyam had solidified his place as your big brother before jake and neytiri would solidify their places as your mother and father figures.

kiri saw you as an extention of lo'ak, so technically another dumboface, and yet it's like she's more chill around you than she is with lo'ak ( read: she's chasing lo'ak around with an arrow like it's NOTHING but when it comes to you she's suddenly sooo chill and soo yolo like.... damn who's the favorite i CANNOT tell )

you were there when tuk was born, you were one of the people who got to hold her — and you admired her, for she was beautiful. you watched her grow up. she loves you. end of story.

norm and max had so much whiplash with how far you've gone. they just poofed back into their lab once jake reassured them you'd be okay.

fast forward three years later, youre thirteen! you and lo'ak basically grew up together, and you've done everything you could've imagined with him. in your avatar. neytiri & jake have done enough , and believe that you are ready to go through your ikinimaya, and when they tell you that, you are absolutely flabbergasted. you didn't know someone could get an ikinimaya this young. ( pretty sure they can't but PRETEND THEY CAN ) except well! you know ! your motto is yolo!!! so let's light this candle !!

"you are doing well so far. the hard part comes next, child." neytiri said, before kneeling down & pointing to the rookery. "walk with courage, and keep your chin high. the ikran must choose you, and you must choose them. trust your heart, ma'ite/itan. trust your heart." she advised, you looked at her, confused. "how will I know if the ikran chooses me?"

"they will try to kill you."

what. what. WHAT. your mind went haywire with the thought of threatened death, and yet you have come too far to back out. the family watched over you, lo'ak silently cheering you on as tuk, perched upon neteyams back, gave you a big thumbs up. you smiled awkwardly. norm was biting the inside of his cheek, watching you from above. the ikrans roared. you had a charge of bravery.

you walked through the rookery, mindlessly but still quietly, as to not catch their attention.

you stopped at a certain ikran. it was a teal beauty, with such wonderful stripes— one look at it, and you knew. you knew this was the one Eywa had saved for you. you looked in its eye, it roared— you tilted your head and hissed in response.

the ikran sped to you, you took the chance to wrap the lasso around its mouth in order to block its teeth from biting you — and you struggled for a good several minutes, fighting back & hissing & doing whatever you could to bond with the creature.

you did.

jake ran straight to you— you, who were immediately securing your seat on the ikran— getting ready for the first flight. "good, y/n. now think, fly!" he yelled, making sure you heard him.

you looked at him surprised, overwhelmed by everything happening around you— "fly? alre—" you screamed as the ikran dipped down and flew straight up — you almost fell off. almost. you were holding for dear life before you got a hang of it— but then, the moment neteyam came to fetch you, you were laughing your arse off & hugging your ikran.

you were also, probably, crying tears of joy at the fact you were still alive.

...yeah.

it was an experience!!!

now, when you first got your ikran, lo'ak was so proud of you!! you & him definitely started racing more often, and you're currently even scored except you're aiming for the sky!! you and his family , your family , get into alot of shenanigans that'd render this post too long for tumblr too post if I typed it all up— but moral of the story, you have way too much fun with them.

way too much fun.

you forget you're human, sometimes.

no matter!!! norm and max are always there to remind you by completely and utterly humiliating you ( /j ) infront of the family by pulling you by the ear , apologizing, taking you back to the lab so you can revert back to your sad little human body and eat. during one of those times, norm asks you if they've ever seen you out of your avatar. you jerk your head no, and he gasps dramatically. suddenly they're updating your na'vi avatar because this can also be used to improve their skills and your avatar, while also bringing you closer to the family by showing them your human self. I don't care if that doesn't make sense I'm word vomiting.

if they were honest, the family on a daily basis forgot you were originally human. only when reminded would they gasp at their foolishness, but could anyone blame them? they had never seen you before. the actual you under the avatar, who operated the avatar that ate with them and laughed with them. you always seemed so okay with that fact, knowing that it was possible they'd never see you. however, they haven't seen you at all today! it was getting worrying, as ever since you were introduced to them— you'd always come back to play with lo'ak. lo'ak himself was worried, what if you were sick? what if you DIED OF UNNATURAL CAUSES?

"you need not worry so much, maitan." neytiri said, calmly— cooking up tonight's dinner for the clan. "yeah, son, maybe it's an off day for them—" jake interjected, to be interrupted by a scuffle in the grass. a foreign human was running to their clan, obviously from their lab, but you know. still foreign, to others.

to others.

lo'ak, however, knew from the start. that was Y/N.

lo'ak , on instinct , ran to you— a you who was obviously unprepared. you screamed as he jumped onto you, hugging you close to him, laughing his heart out. you were slipping in and out of consciousness from the strength of his jump, that is, if we were to exaggerate it— however, realistically, you were just caught off guard and breathing heavily. yet, you still manage to breathe out— "I see you."

lo'ak smiles. "I see you, y/n."

lo'ak teases you about how small you are in your human form, comparing you to a newborn baby & using you as an armrest.

"you're the size of a toddler." "lo'ak, I am going to murder you."

however, you don't notice it, but other than the armrest he's way more careful around you. he treats you gently , helping you get off and on high ledges. he's also fascinated by your features! definitely compares hand sizes with you and makes fun of you even more. neytiri just shakes her head.

"hah! look at that! that is the hand of a baby!" "you do not deserve to live"

having seen your humanity, having accepted it as a part of you, there was an unspoken strength that gathered into your bond and made it stronger than it ever was. lo'ak , in general , is loyal. that is the fatal flaw, and yet it is also one of the best traits of the sully family. loyalty. you didn't even need to worry about him judging your human form, his loyalty completely brushes that off. in any form you appear to him to, you are you. he loves you.

general headcanons!!!

lo'ak and you, obviously, are the best duo ever. nobody messes with you unless they want to mess with both of you, & many gape at your daring. not lo'ak though. you guys get into catfights on the daily. you say something mean he says a meaner thing. he does something cool, you do a cooler thing. kind of like "you're my rival, but you're more so my friend." thing. it's very nice.

lo'ak , as we all know , has human blood in him— so he'd definitely come to you, curious about where his dad came from, what his dad grew up in. he'd be hooked onto your every word, listening and laughing to your stories— a tiktok? ( pretend they exist because screw you guys TIKTOK WILL LIVE ) what's a tiktok? do you have access to it? you do?? teach me a tiktok dance ( command )

you guys probably have screaming matches ( "YOU'RE GAY!" "YOU'RE 10000X MORE GAY THAN I COULD EVER BE!!" "I HATE YOU!!" "I HATE YOU TIMES INFINITY , PENIS FACE!!" "ay don't make me get over there—" )

you also probably lend eachother your shoulder when you're down, most especially lo'ak— he's the second son, and anything that starts with second is already bad. he's the outcast— but you see him. it's why he's so loyal to you. you are his friend.

tsireya & you get along quite well! ever since you moved to awa'atlu, lo'ak has had his eye on her, and you , admittedly , do aswell— because who would NOT have an eye for that beauty— yet you guys are more besties than lovies. you probably tease lo'ak about her.

" oooo there's your wifey—" "sHUSH—"

rotxo is who instructs you, actually! you guys are like this 🤞 you're friends and nothing more than friends and yet lo'ak needs someone to tease you about ( unless you want to be more than friends with rotxo because if you do ill gladly make a part two ) so he just teases you about him.

"so , when are you gonna kiss him?" "die."

aonung though? at first, you hated his guts. you were continously pulling at eachothers tails and honestly, lo'ak had to hold you back from smacking the crap out of him when he insulted kiri as him and his brother had already done enough damage— however, you managed to break freak and deal some more damage. safe to say, you got the SCOLDING of your LIFETIME from jake

"okay but they insulted kiri" "YES BUT-" "but they insulted kiri." "Y/N." "they. insulted. kiri."

after that though you guys are cool. you guys probably even tease tsireya & lo'ak together

"there they are, the lovers—" "how cute!" "Y/N!"

even through everything that went on during the battle, you and lo'ak ( and neteyam ) all made it alive. not unscathed, but alive.

you both fool around and stuff in general, kind of like those nice stoners except without the stoner so just nice little fools, but after the battle? you just both needed to hug it out . his grip on you was tight as he cried , and you didn't mind. you just ... needed the love.

once young dumb broke highschool kids, still young and broke, but no longer dumb.

#lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #neteyam x reader #tuktirey #avatar tuktirey #avatar tuk #avatar neteyam #avatar kiri #kiri x reader #avatar neytiri #avatar jake #avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar #avatar lo'ak #awow lo'ak #awow x reader #atwow x reader #avatar 2009 x reader #avatar 2 x reader #neytiri #avatar 2022 #avatar 2022 x reader #avatar : the way of water #tsireya #rotxo #ao'nung #avatar tsireya #avatar rotxo #avatar ao'nung #jake sully

[annoyingbelieverballoon]

Turnabout of feelings.

(Enemies to Lovers)  (Welcome Home is a wonderful ARG made by Clown illustrations)

Wally darling x Human! Reader.

Word count: 1773. (warning! English isn’t my first language) part 1/3

You were sitting on the carpeted floors of Home. Beside you, Wally Darling was scribbling in the guestbook. Coming into this world of puppets and sunshine was a shock at first. You'd think you'd get accustomed to all the nice neighbours that tolerate and appreciate you more than 90% of humanity, but... Wally darling. The bastard that dragged you here the reason why you can never rest easy, Wally Darling.

He's aloof and innocent in front of others, but you know better. You've seen the eyes on the walls. The notes scattered around the neighbourhood... You've even ventured into the depths of Home. You couldn't say a thing to the others, though. That's how Barnaby and Eddie died last time. That's how you almost died as well.

The two sides of Wally contrasted harshly. It's as if they were two completely different puppets. One was childlike in nature and inquisitive. The other was knowledgeable and all-knowing. Horrifying. You saw how he ate and how he could easily wipe your existence from the neighbourhood if he wanted.

That's why you had to play nice and be a good neighbour. You don't know how many times the other neighbours have died, and you don't want to join them. "Is something the matter, neighbour?"

You were pulled away into the pitch-black eyes of Wally. His eyes dilate whenever he looks at you. You've been staring at him for the entirety of your inner monologue. You tore your eyes away and continued doodling on paper.

Wally repeated his question. He never got an answer. Home creaked and banged to divert Wally's attention. You've always gotten along with Home well. It was alive. Something welcome in this land of eternal sunshine and plush embraces.

Sometimes, if you'd listen hard enough, you'd hear a drumming. Like a heartbeat, it was a comforting sound, unlike the violent bangs on the door and the sounds of screaming outside late at night. You never understood home; you tried learning Morse code, but it wasn't your forte. Home was helpful, though, watchful and obviously a servant to Wally but still caring in a way. You can count on one hand how many times they saved you from certain death.

Your masterpiece was finished, or well, not at all, but you got tired of doodling and simply pushed the paper and art supplies away. Wally moved over to the drawing and inspected it. Spirals and eyes Much like the ones he liked to draw. For a moment, the more violent side of him surfaced, but he quickly put the drawing away and started talking. "What a good artist you are, neighbour!" You half-heartedly listened to his praise. You attempted a conversation once more,

"Why bring me here?" You get ignored.

You sigh and rest your head on the floor. Your head springs up when a quiet whisper leaves Wally's lips.

"What was that?"

"What was what, neighbour?"

Wally stood up and dusted himself off; he then extended a hand towards you.

You both walked out of home; a sunny day awaited you two. Such is the usual weather in this world.

It was run... 32? 35. Each run would be disturbed by you or Wally. And each time you’d lose a bit of yourself with it. You remember a time when you attacked the friendly neighbours at Welcome Home. Wally probably remembers as well. You had enough sanity to stop yourself, however, unlike the man who walks beside you. Wally’s 3-foot stature held your hand as he dragged you onward; his strength was at least superhuman.

You were approaching Howdy’s bodega. The place was pretty crowded today. seemed like an event.

The wind chimes rang as you entered. Howdy was chatting away with Sally and Barnaby. Talking funny business again, it seemed.

"Oh! There you are, Wally! And it’s a pleasure to see our new neighbour with you again!"

"Hello barnaby…. Hello Julie-"

Barnaby looked at his best friend and laughed.

"What a ‘coin’cidence that you joined us, little buddy!".

Howdy laughed heartily at the joke, and Wally tilted his head in confusion.

"…Hello howdy"

"What’s so funny, neighbours?"

Sally explains that they all found a coin whilst walking in the neighbourhood today.

"Can I see it?" You speak, gathering the attention of the room around you.

You inspected the coin closely, and Wally went nonverbal as the other three steered the conversation.

"It’s something out of a noir film, almost!" Sally exclaims

Well, hopefully not! I’d rather not become the neighbourhood’s funniest grey dog!"

"Ohoho! This almost calls for an investigation! I’m sure Jewls would love to hear this! Don’t you think so, walls?"

Wally is startled from his thoughts; his eyes dilate.

"Julie? I think Julie would like a new game to play." Wally smiles.

"Don’t you think so, neighbour?"

"Sure." You were mostly focused on the coin in your hand. That right there was a Franklin half dollar, produced in the 1960s.

Shabby quality, covered in dirt.

Money from your world... being here? As far as you knew, brands from your world didn’t exist here. Seeing as how Howdy sells Brickero’s cereal and cups of Joe that are just diluted orange juice and Breenberry ice cream, whatever that was,

The bodega quiets down a little, and Barnaby cracks another joke. You never laugh. It’s not that you didn’t like these puppets. They were nice. Sweet. Caring. But they were dead. As far as you knew, nobody here was real. Except maybe for Wally and Home. It left a bitter aftertaste.

"Well, my fellows and fellays! Would you care to purchase anything?"

"Wally needs red and green paint, and I need something edible."

"Didn't know you started speaking for each other? Wowie, I feel heartbroken... I can't believe my little buddy got a new best friend!" Barnaby half-joked.

"We’re not friends." -

"We’re the best of friends. -

Sally couldn’t help but giggle.

Wally was still gripping your arm; you had to play nice for now.

Howdy handed you your things in a paper bag and cashed them in on three jokes and a little quip.

You were the one usually telling most of the jokes, and Wally would have to practise for half a day for a single joke.

"What do you call a sad coffee? A depresso," your execution was lacking, but today was too tiresome to put in any effort.

Howdy chuckled but then gave Wally an expectant look.

"What about you walls? Got any jokes? Cracks? Quips?"

"I do"

"You do? Well, let’s hear it then!"

Wally straightened up his posture, tightening the ascot around his plush neck.

"Why did Barnaby get arrested? Because he’s a serial licker."

The execution was made funnier by Wally’s monotone voice.

"Ohohohoho! You never disappoint, dear fellow!"

"Put the other joke and quip on my tab." Barnaby winked at Wally, who smiled up at his best friend.

"We’ll be going now." You walked out as Wally said goodbye to each individual one by one.

"Oh! And don’t forget about the rehearsal later today, dearie!" Sally yelled out to you.

Right, the rehearsal. A play about... a pastry princess? Queen? Who knows… Julie’s the princess, you’re playing as the love interest, and Frank is the king of marshmallows or something.

Speaking of Frank, Frank Frankly was in front of you, face-first into the mud after getting toppled by Eddie. You laughed at that, getting another harsh tug from Wally. Right, laughing at misery was not neighborly.

You and Wally helped Frank and Eddie. It took quite a bit to tug the clumsy mailman up, or maybe it’s just your lack of arm strength.

Frank Frankly gave Eddie a harsh look, though it softened immediately after the mailman apologised. It was clear the two were soft on each other. If this wasn’t proof enough, then the many times one sacrificed themselves to save the other are. It used to sting at first, seeing the two go through the heartbreak and loss.

Wally held your hand and smiled. You looked down at the puppet and sneered. An ugly look on you, he’d say, and you couldn’t care less.

Frank starts talking, thankfully.

"My my, what a day... At least my tomatoes aren’t ruined. Be careful, won’t you next time, Mr.Dear?"

"Agh, sorry Frank I didn’t mean to, I swear. God, I should’ve been more careful delivering those packages. Luckily, nothing broke!"

"Who are you delivering these boxes to, neighbour?" Wally asks, looking at the many boxes on the ground.

Oh, I’m delivering these to the bodega! Howdy’s got a large shipment this week."

Hmm, well, I did need to go there to get more fertiliser for my plants. I’ll join you, Mr. Dear." Frank picks up some of the smaller boxes for Eddie. It was a kind thing, and Eddie thanked Frank --- not without insisting on carrying the boxes himself, of course. Frank simply hushed him and smiled, and Eddie smiled back.

"Won’t you join us? Mr.darling and-"

"No. We just left the bodega, actually," Wally explains.

Oh, alright then! Have a good day, you two!" Frank and Eddie head off.

You continue onward. Home’s following eyes are a comfort at times. Now? Not so much... Wally was staring at you intently as you walked. The creep had a love for eye contact, much to your dismay.

The sky had a reddish hue, never a good sign. You turn to look at Home.

Wait a moment. Where did Home go?

Where they had stood was a hole of black, looking infinitely deep and with a spiral surrounding its edges. An eye opens, a hand grabs your leg; it has five fingers, and as soon as you blink, everything goes back to normal.

"What’s wrong, neighbour?"

You were lying on the plush grass with Wally. Julie was to your right.

You grabbed Wally by the throat; he had done it again. Used his weird eldritch abilities to skip the day along.

Wally’s eyes dilated as black sludge left his mouth.

Julie screamed.

Fuck, there went another run. You were so sick of this. So very tired.

You drifted off again, and you knew you'd wake up again inside of Home. Wally will greet you in the morning, and you'll go through this day again, over and over, until you get it right. Until it goes perfectly.

Huh… Now that you dwell on it, you think he whispered ‘sorry’. Perhaps there’s a hidden third side to this strange puppet.

#wally darling #fanfic #welcome home #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #part 1 #First time writing a fanfic for WH #Hope you like it.

[batsvnte]

𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: The neighborhood gains another new friend out of the blue

Warning(s): mention of social anxiety (?), bits of scopophobia, ooc possibly, improper grammar

Word count: ???

Notes: male puppet!reader (he/him pronouns), possibly turn this into a little story. characters belong to @/partycoffin & Art belongs to @/owg005

Well into the early mornings, everyone was starting with their routines to get ready for another day in the neighborhood. They were all curious for what the day could bring to them. Though some would silently hope for something new to happen. Not that everyday was boring for them. There was something interesting going on in their everyday lives. The neighbors couldn’t help but want something.. brand new. It was a low possibility that it would come true for them, but maybe today would be the day.

First one to be out of happens to be Howdy Pillar. The tall caterpillar had made some plans for himself to restock items in the store, including the certain apple stand that was always empty by the end of the week. Howdy was outside of his shop in the midst of the morning hours. His arms carefully upholding a new supply of apples that was greatly adored by one of his neighbors. He couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of that certain neighbor coming to visit his shop to gaze at the apples.

“Excuse me?”

Howdy nearly spins himself around to the unfamiliar voice. His eyes go down to an unfamiliar puppet. He stood a little bit shorter than him, fiddling with his jacket sleeves as he meets with Howdy’s gaze.

Howdy brings a friendly smile on his face. “Howdy there new neighbor! My names Howdy Pillar, what’s yours?”

Extending one of his arms out to the new neighbor/customer for a simple handshake. The puppet looks down to his hand before swiftly reaching up and grabbing his hand firmly. “(Name) (L/N).”

Giving his hand one shake, Howdy brings his hand away in order to finish his morning tasks. Though on the inside he was excited. New customer means new neighbor to hang out with and be friends with. Howdy couldn’t wait to tell the rest of the neighborhood about this.

“Uh..” (Name) takes glances between him and the shop with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you open today or did I come at a wrong time?”

Howdy shakes his head as his carefully refills the bin with fresh new apples. “Nope! You came at a perfect time, (Name). Say, you can have a look around in the shop if you need to.”

(Name) nods nimbly as he steps into the store. It was like some regular store that you would find in a little town. Various of supplies stocked neatly into categorized places in the store to make it more organize than before. (Name) took note the deep care and high amounts of effort that Howdy put into the store. It made him curious though as he wonders about, finding what he needs since he had just moved in the night before. Pulling out a little note that was folded neatly into his pockets, he checks over the list of items that was important to have for his first week of being in the new neighborhood.

He was almost done with the list. All he had to get was some apples and he’ll be on his way back to the safety of his home. He was almost in a rush to get home. (Name) had the thought of more people coming into Howdy’s store, which would create a bit of a cluster. Not that his store was small but since he didn’t know the neighborhood that well, he wasn’t sure of how many people visited the caterpillar daily.

(Name) couldn’t shake the fact that there was something watching him the moment he stepped outside. His posture straightens slightly as he takes quick glances around. Howdy had just finish restocking the fruits outside of his shop so he was back inside doing whatever was needed. (Name) takes a few steps towards the apple stand but the feeling of being watched was slowly getting to him.

Just grab the apples, and go pay for the items. Grab the apples, and try not to have a public freakout over someone staring. Just grab the dang apples—

“Hello neighbor,” A new voice came from beside (Name). “It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

(Name) takes quick glances around him before realizing who was talking to him. Finding a smaller puppet that could be standing around 3 feet tall. A calming smile on the blue-hair puppets face that made few of (Name)’s worries wash away. He looses the grip he had on his little bag of goods.

“My name’s.. (Name) (L/N).” He forced himself to speak at a louder tone, just so that he can hear what he was saying.

“Wally, Wally Darling.”

(Name) made a mental note of the names he knows so far to remember them. He grabs a few apples that he needed, concluding that’s all from his little checklist. (Name) turns back to see Wally still.. somewhat staring at him. In his hands he had an apple. Maybe that’s where the staring was coming from? He couldn’t confirm it for sure, seeing that Wally seems content with the apple in his hand but also being in the presence of a new neighbor.

“Welcome to the neighborhood, (Name),” With that same smile on his face, his gaze onto the taller puppet. “I didn’t hear the train coming in this morning.. when did you arrive?”

(Name) tries to remember exactly when he got here. He steps inside the shop with Wally following him. “Late at night, maybe at 12.”

Unbeknownst to (Name), Wally’s eyes never really left him at all. He was always interest in anything that comes to mind. As of now he was more interested in the new neighbor that came here without any warnings or signs. He was more than happy to be able to talk to (Name) this early in the morning.

After paying for the items that he got (that resulted in 2 minutes filled with awkward jokes and some heart filled laughter), (Name) heads back to his house with Wally tagging along side with him. Most of the conversation taking place was Wally mainly talking to (Name). Telling him more about his friends and what they’re like. Some may have (Name) a bit curious about them but he keeps his attention to Wally.

“There’s my house..”

Wally didn’t hesitate to turn his attention to the building. Finding it to be similar to his with (f/c) covering the entire house. Little patterns of (s/f/c) that matched up well with the original color that was placed with it. There was some things decorated outside of the house to match along with the aesthetic of the building. It was well fit for (Name).

“I should go put these up. Thanks for walking me back to my house Wally.” (Name) had a small smile on his face as he looks down to Wally.

Wally looks back over to (Name), observing his features for a short bit. “It’s no problem, I’m glad to be here and get to know you friend.”

After bidding their goodbyes, Wally find himself walking off to another direction away from the house. His friendly, never changing smile still kept on his face as his thoughts be taken over by his new friend. There was more than meets the eye to him, and he had some hope that he would get to know (Name) better. Hopefully much sooner than expected.

hhhHhHHh I started this yesterday and was so inconsistent with this oneshot. Idk how to write out Wally that well I hope this wasn’t to OOC for him or Howdy

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #ghouul #Ghouul writings #welcome home oneshot #welcome home x reader #apple to my eye 🍎 #Wally x reader #welcome home clown illustrations #x reader

[freyanistics]

Fiery flames 🔥 (part 1)

Wally (human) x dragon!reader

Part two here

Thousands of years ago dragons ruled the skies. With their terrible fiery breaths and intelligence they were seen as the biggest threat to mankind. But as the years pass and the world changed dragons started to disappear one by one from the war between them and humans. Nowadays they are simply deemed a fantasy in storybooks. But you are still alive. Sure you might have to stick to your human form and adapt to modern life but the large scaly beast was still active inside of you, waiting to break free.

You lived in an apartment complex in the lesser side of the city, where crime was a bit more prominent, your typical robbers and car jackers. No one dared to bother you so you were never worried of waking up with your stuff stolen or getting mugged off the street. The reason you moved here was because it was much more interesting than surrounding yourself around pompous idiots in the white collar district. You also had made a couple of friends in the complex including a young mother with two young children that you babysit every Friday night and an widow who always told nice stories.

It took awhile to adjust to your new mundane life. You missed the times when you were a large liege seizing havoc upon knights and hoarding your prized possessions but that didn’t mean you couldn’t entertain yourself. At night you would fly through the dark skies over the city looking down at the light up buildings just like the old times.

This particular morning you woke up around six am getting up and ready for work at your new job. You was a camera person for this live set children’s show called ‘Welcome Home’. If you had to pick it reminded you a bit of Mister Rogers and Sesame Street. There were live actors that would dress up as these characters and do your typical lessons like being kind to one another and how to count to ten. You didn’t have no opinion on it since you wasn’t the targeted audience. After getting dress and shoving a toast in your mouth you rush out of the building to the train station taking the D train to the uptown area. While riding the train you looked down at your phone scrolling through your feed not paying anyone no mind, even when someone was singing loudly drunk.

After getting to the studio and clocking in you immediately got to work setting up the cameras. The other workers rushed around preparing to record a few episodes while the actors got ready. You’ve met all of them finding them kinda quirky but friendly folks, but your least favorite of them all was Wally. He was a weirdo to say the least. The ‘star’ of the show most would say and for good reason; he was funny, charming, and pretty outgoing to everyone who met him. A lot of the people around here and his fanbase found him attractive as well with his cocoa brown skin and dark blue dyed hair that was always put up in a pompodor. You however didn’t see the hype but then again humans didn’t really get you going, you only dated a handful in the past. On top of all of this he just had a weird vibe that you couldn’t exactly place, maybe because he had a bit of a staring problem that people overlooked.

After thirty minutes everything was put in place as you started to record. You sat there with the other camera people as the actors performed on the set. This particular episode featured Wally, Barnaby, and Howdy teaching kids about counting and adding. Wally was explaining how adding works while looking straight at your camera, but it felt like he was staring at you. There goes that weird feeling again but you quickly shook it off. Afterwards the break bell rings and you all stepped away to eat lunch. You pick up your subway sandwich sitting down between Poppy and Frank diving in hungrily, scarfing it down in less than ten minutes.

“Geez Y/N, you sure can eat!” Barnaby says teasingly from across the table. “That wasn’t even five minutes!”

“What can I say? I’m a growing person.” You respond patting your stomach causing the others to laugh.

“How about about an eating contest?” He challenge raising an eyebrow.

“You’re on big guy.” You smirk as Julie jumps up clapping her hands. “Me and Frank can be the judge!” Frank cuts his eyes over at the rest of you while holding up a book. “Why me? They’re going to just get themselves sick.” He shakes his head.

“Come on Frank, it’ll be fun.” Julie pleads as he sighs putting a bookmark in his book before closing it.

“Can I also judge?” A voice calls as all of you turn to the star of the show himself, Wally. While everyone lights up you couldn’t help a frown appearing. Great. Mister big shot was here.

“Sure Wally!” Julie was saying excitedly as she starts listing stuff they would need. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your face as you tried not to look over at the blue haired man. Don’t make eye contact to give him any ideas. The bell rings signaling that lunch was over. As everyone disperse to go back to their places you felt a hand on your shoulder looking over to see it was Wally. He was staring at you so intensely that it felt like he was looking into your soul.

“Hello Y/N, how have you been?” He asks in that sickly sweet voice you loathed.

“I’ve been alright Wally.” You said putting your hands on your pockets. You both stared at one another in some type of staring contest. He was shorter than you, probably just above 5’1, so he was looking up at you. You wasn’t intimidated by this kid, in fact you was more annoyed by him than ever. What did he want? You couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something.

“So did you needed something or did you just wanted to stare at my pretty face?” You said chuckling trying to break the tension. At your comment Wally grins flashing all of his teeth and you could have sworn his pupils got larger.

“I don’t mind either.” He said in a flirtatious tone causing you to double take. Was he…flirting with you? Just as you was about to say something he turns and strolls off casually, hands behind his back as he hummed the Welcome Home theme song.

God he was weird.

(This is a test to see if I can write Wally well! I know it says part one but I’m not sure if I’ll continue, if y’all like it and want more let me know!)

#wally darling x y/n #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #black reader #no proofreading for this chapter

[dreampurpledreams]

"I knew you were black" , chapter 1

warning: Spanish may be wrong, Cursing

A/N: This took a long time bro. Someone told me I should write this. Leave feedback please, only my second fic.

2k words Below the cut

Italics are in Miles Head

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Miles was tired. He wanted nothing more than to lay in his bed, and go to sleep. But of course, he couldn't do that. He has to come back after patrolling the city, and study for a test. You would think the person who saved the entire universe, could at least be exempt from the semester exam. No such luck. Granted, nobody knew he was spiderman, but the principle of things should still apply. Exhausted, Miles opened his window and slipped into his room.

Quite literally. 

Hitting his head on the bedpost, Miles saw stars.

"Ay dios mío". Getting up, Miles tried to straighten himself which was hard to do since it felt like his head was swinging without him.  he just stood for a couple of minutes, hoping to regain his balance. 

Pulling off his mask Miles looked over to see his roommate in bed, sound asleep. Which was exactly what he should have been doing. Instead he was unnecessarily injuring himself.

"At least I don't have to hear him play video games while I work", Miles said, seemingly to himself. But he had only gotten his suit halfway off before he heard the covers shifting around. 

"Look bro, sorry for waking you up but I really have to study, so if you could maybe chill on the video games for one night." 

"I knew you were black. "

"Dude, I'm actually mixed and-". Miles turned around, ready to get this over with so he could just do his work, and go to sleep. Miles however, was not ready for the random girl standing in the middle of his room. 

Silence

"Sorry about that i shouldn't have assumed-"

Miles couldn't hear you. He was low-key panicking. How did he not notice you were in here? He wasn't that tired. You could have been an enemy. Were you an enemy? No, his Spidey-senses would have alerted him if you had been there to hurt him. And how could he possibly hear your voice and think you were Ganke? Ganke isn't a girl, nor does he have that accent. Agh all these questions.

Who were you?

How did you get in here?

Where's Ganke Lee?

Why has he never seen you before?

Why were you on the boys side of the dorm?

Were you a boy?

Can boys be that pretty?

Why are you so pretty?

How does your hair look so good?

Where did you get those boots?

Where did you get that accent from?

Where are you from?

Is there a boyfriend where you're from??

What?

Miles didn't know what to do. And you were still here. Just staring at him. Or back at him. Since he was staring at you. Crap, now you're gonna think he's a weirdo. What do I do?

Just do something and stop thinking so much.

You watched him warily, as he slowly started moving his arm towards you. Was he trying to… grab your… shoulder??

No, what are you doing? Not this again. Well, it too late now.

Miles placed his hand on your shoulder, looked you in your eyes, and said,

"Hey😏"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

And then you laughed. And you smiled while you were laughing. As most people do. But, most people don't look that beautiful when they laugh. And most people laugh at Miles, but most people don't make it seem so friendly.

"Howdy🤠" you said back to him. Howdy?? The only time he had heard anyone say 'howdy' was when Jevon (I made up some random kid), dressed up as a cowboy one Halloween.

"Why are you here?". Dammit Miles, what was that? Before he could correct himself you had already started talking.

"Well dadgum, you can't even ask me my name first?" You told him, Looking more than a little offended.

dadgum?? What is a dadgum??

"Sorry, I'm Miles". He held his hand out to you watching your face as he did. You seemed to consider it for a moment, before meeting his eyes, and taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you , I'm [Name]". Even though you were obviously annoyed, Miles still smiled to himself. Your accent was so cute.

"Oh umm, Thank you, I think." Thank him?? Why were you thanking him??

"Most people think my accent is weird". Oh, he said that out loud? Idiot. Jeez, he had to find a way to get you out of here so he could do…something…. he forgot.

Gosh, his head was all jumbled up, he couldn't focus with you around.

"You're welcome, beautiful." ¡Híjole!. I just can't control myself tonight huh.

"Oh", you looked away from him. Now I made her uncomfortable, dammit. How do I fix this?

"Sorry I didn't mean it". Mierda. He didn't mean that.

"Oh…", now you seem disappointed. What the hell.

"No wait, I didn't mean that! Well I did but-"

"Well you need to make up your mind, did you mean it or not?". Now, you were getting angry, and he could see it. In your face, eyes, body language. There was no confusion this time.

You would think after all this time being spiderman, he would be better at talking to women. But obviously all his confidence did not transfer to his love life. He was still a hot mess.

"I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, I thought that, but it wasn't my intention to say it out loud."

"Oh." You said. he could tell you didn't know how to respond, but he also saw you visibly relax, so he just said.

"Yeah."

With both of you unsure of what to do next, the atmosphere became awkward. Again.

With the sudden silence, Miles remembered how odd the situation was, and the fact that he was supposed to be working on his physics assignment. Along with the fact that you were in his room, and Ganke was missing, he had to address the fact that you knew he was Spider-Man. What was he gonna do?

"So how bout them cowboys??". You had broken the silence with the most odd question.

"You mean like, the football team?". Miles was so confused, why are you asking him about football?

"Yeah, um it got awkward in here, and I didn't know what to say"

".....So you asked me about football?"

"Well where I come from, when things get awkward, football always starts a conversation, and most of the time an argument, but at least everybody's talking."

"So you like the cowboys?"

"Hell no",

your voice deadpanned. You were so serious you would have thought, the cowboys had personally sent you an email saying "fuck you [Name]".

Miles couldn't help laughing at that, you asked him about a team you don't even like, just to start a conversation with him. And honestly, it was interesting. It has been a long time since he had felt this open with somebody. He didn't even have to hide the fact he was-.... Damn.

"Not to be rude or anything, but you never did answer my question earlier? The one about you being here?"

"If you're asking me where I'm from, then you'll just have to wait an' see. If you were wondering why I was in your room, then to be frank with you, I really don't know."

That was…suspicious.

"I just transferred here, and I was supposed to be shown around by somebody named 'Miles Morales'," she told with a pointed look at me. I remember that my dad signed me up to be a student ambassador. He hoped involving myself in the school would make me like it better. I look at her sheepishly and shrug my shoulders.

"Anyway, with this mystery man seemingly nowhere to be found, they called his roommate to get some to the bottom of things, who swore his roommate was terribly sick with a 24hr stomach bug, and was stuck on the toilet."

"Bruh." Miles sighed, rubbing his hand down his face in a slow manner. Of course Ganke would say something like that.

Amused, you continued on with your explanation.

"But it was all okay because he was going to take ,'Imodium AD' and would be fine in about an hour. So the administration allowed Ganke to escort you to your room, and so I could at least meet you, because you're supposed to be showing me around all week."

All week??? I mean, it wouldn't hurt to be at school more. It gave him time to catch up on all his work, instead of cramming everything the night before the due date. And hanging out with you wouldn't be so bad

"Funnily enough, when we arrived, I was informed by your kind roommate, that he had absolutely no idea where you were, or when you would be back. And refusing to show me to my room because that 'wasn't his job', I was welcome to stay here, as long as I didn't bother him. Then we proceeded to play overwatch, and Apex all day. When you came in I had fallen asleep, and Ganke had left to shower, and get snacks."

Oh. Now he felt bad. You had just traveled cross country, to a new place, all by yourself. You were probably just as tired as he was.

"Well, I'll take you back to your dorm now, I can show you around tomorrow, it's kinda past curfew." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay that's cool". Grabbing your suitcase, purse and books, you moved toward the door. "I'll just wait for you outside".

Wait? Outside? Why were you waiting?

Hand on the knob, ready to exit, Miles froze. Right, he was still in his spider suit. And it occurred to him you had been standing in his room while he was half naked the whole time. ¡Caray!

He had made a real fool of himself tonight. He wouldn't be surprised if you went to the office tomorrow and asked for another ambassador. Whatever, he would just enjoy walking you to your dorm, and hope for the best. Right after he changed his clothes.

Meeting you outside Miles he grabbed your suitcase and start walking.

"Your room is this way" he said looking back at you.

"Well I figured that, since we agreed that's where you were taking me", you said following behind him, jokingly rolling your eyes.

Smiling Miles looked at you.

There was that silence again. But this time it wasn't awkward. It felt comfortable. It must have meant you were warming up to him. It was the perfect opportunity to learn more about you. So, he did.

✼　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉. ✼

Closing the door to his room Miles remembered how exhausted he was. He looked over to see the real Ganke Lee sound asleep. Deciding to do his assignment tomorrow, Miles got in the bed. Mind and heart still racing from what you said when he dropped you off.

'Well this is you'

'Oh well thank you Miles I enjoyed this little gathering. If that's what it's called'

'Yeah whatever it's called'

'Sleep tight'

'Don't let the bed bugs bite'

And there was that laugh again. Still as beautiful as it was before

'Goodnight Miles,'' See you in the Mornin'

He forced himself to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about the way you said little gathering, but it sounded like 'lil' gatherin'. Or the way you smiled at him when you said it, implying that you would keep him as your ambassador. That you still wanted to see him.

Gosh, he needed to rest. Miles turned on his chill playlist, and calmed down. Let the music control him, and ease his thoughts away, along with the rhythm. Soon, Miles was peacefully sleeping. A very calming contrast to the panic that would set in that next morning. When he remembered you, and that beautiful laugh. It would be followed by his desire to hear it again, and the drop in his stomach, when he realized you knew his biggest secret.

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[yourpalmickeymouse]

Howdy Mickey!

How'd you come across Donald and Goofy?

Y'know, your two best friends, I mean you have a lotta best friends but they're the best of the best!

Howdy hatred-n-hav0c,

You're definitely right that Donald and Goofy are my best of best friends. Whenever we're together, I feel like I'm part of an unstoppable team. I couldn't have asked for better pals.

I actually met Donald when I was a part of the Junior Woodchucks when I was much younger. There was a regional summer camp-off where Junior Woodchucks from all around Calisota would meet. They had us split into groups of two, as sort of a buddy system, and guess who I was paired up with... Not Donald. It was another kid actually. But he ended up getting sick and had to go home early. So I was then paired with the only kid without a buddy, Donald.

We initially didn't get along as we butted heads and pulled some pretty nasty pranks on each other. We were both kinda troublemakers 😈 if you could believe it ha ha. But when the Official Junior Woodchuck End of Camp Competition rolled up as well as some potential sightings of Bigfoot, we learned to put aside our differences and work together... We didn't win or even see Bigfoot. But I think we got something even more valuable 😉. After that, we found that we actually had a lot of similar interests, like cameras and fishing. And we've been friends ever since, writin' letters to each other or even visitin' each other's hometowns.

I know some people like to give Donald flak for his temper or his bad luck. But he's one of the bravest most hardworkin' people I know. I believe a lot of his rage comes from the fact that he cares so much and wants life to be fair not just for him, but for everyone.

As for Goofy, I actually met him a little bit later. Goofy is a little bit older than us, so while we were teens, he was a young adult just startin' in life. He actually worked as a janitor at the high school and college I went to. To be honest, a lot of people saw Goofy as well... goofy and didn't give him the time of day. But that never really discouraged him as he was always confident in who he was and was friendly with everyone he met.

Unfortunately, I hate to admit I was kinda in that crowd who didn't really see much in him😓. What could I say, I was a teen just followin' the crowd. But one day I was down in the dumps at school and you wanna know who came to comfort me. It was Goofy. It was at that moment that I found how truly wise, kind, and dependable he was. He just knew exactly what to say and was even willin' to drop everything and help me out with the problem. After that, I started to treat him differently and we quickly became close friends. I even help him babysit Max when he came into the picture 😊.

Honestly Goofy is a friend I really need at times. Whenever an issue seems too complex to handle, he somehow can find the simplest solution where you wouldn't even think to look. He also has such a huge heart and is willin' to do anything to support anyone in need.

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[autigay]

howdy i've never done anything like this before but i am nothing if not a snowjanus shipper so here's my offering for day 1 of snowjanus week tehe (wrote this in like 30 mins so it's not my best rip)

no warnings or anything, word count 621

sticky fingers (snowjanus week day 1)

coriolanus snow does not do messy.

so when sejanus plinth showed up that fateful school day—with his bag of gumdrops in hand and his sticky fingers—coriolanus tried to steer clear. as if it wasn’t bad enough that he was district, he had to be dirty too. how many times had his grubby hands been in that bag? and after the boy shoveled a handful of the gumdrops into his mouth just to reach for more, coriolanus knew he’d never go near the things.

unfortunately, it was as if coriolanus was a magnet for the kid, who was velcroed to his side before he knew it. he became the boys unofficial guide to the new school, so sejanus and his sticky fingers followed coryo around like a puppy for the entire day. coryo did his best to be as cordial as possible; not bullying like the rest of the students, but not being overly friendly. and every single time sejanus held out his bag of gumdrops for coryo to freely take from, he vehemently refused despite the growling in his stomach.

it was the dullest day imaginable, of course, giving sejanus many free moments to poke and prod coriolanus about his life. the district boy clung to any answer coryo would give, hanging on his every word, sharing anecdotes about his own life as well.

this is what i get for being nice, coriolanus thought as the boy tried to offer him candy again for the millionth time. when he, again, politely declined, sejanus looked sad but said nothing else.

when the school day finally ended, coriolanus seemed to have shaken the curly haired kid at one point or another and was decidedly glad that he could walk home in peace. that was until he walked out the front doors and saw a group of boys surrounding sejanus, laughing at him. coryo groaned internally—keep walking, it’s none of your business—but he looked up at just the wrong time. he made eye contact with sejanus now, who’d been shoved to the ground and was blubbering, making the bullies laugh even harder. ugh.

coriolanus changed course, heading straight for the group.

“hey, just leave him be,” he heard himself say, putting his body in between sejanus and the group of boys. “he didn’t do anything to you.”

there were a few snickers—oh coryo’s got himself a little boyfriend!—but after enough time they grew bored of coriolanus blocking their access to sejanus and filtered out, with vague threats of being back to mess with the boy again tomorrow. coryo turned to sejanus and, after coming to peace with the idea in his mind, reached out a hand to help him up.

sejanus’ sticky hand gripped his, and he pulled the boy up to his feet. he even bent over to pick up the fallen bag of candy that was somehow even stickier than sejanus’ hands. the whole affair had coriolanus wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and wash his hands, but instead he walked sejanus home. it didn’t even seem to faze him that, during the walk, sejanus’ hand snuck back into his and stayed there until they arrived at their destination.

“thank you for being so nice to me today,” sejanus muttered when they’d finally reached his front door. he shifted awkwardly and offered up the bag of gumdrops. “you can keep ‘em.” something about the boy looked so earnest, so vastly different from anything coryo had ever seen, that he found himself accepting the bag and reaching in to take a few. as he walked home with his candy and his sticky fingers, he’d come to find the idea of sejanus’ mess…tolerable.

#sleepysnowjanusweek #snowjanus week #snowjanus #tbosas

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: Rotten Apples (The long-awaited continuation at last :D)

*Big Mac was lying in bed, his bulky form making the bed sink down slightly from how long he'd been laying upon it. He got infected with the virus early on, but his dearly devoted sister AJ had kept it hidden in an effort to avoid Twilight's inquisitive eye. She was an honest Apple, but perhaps even more so, she was stubborn, and a family-mare at heart.*

*Applejack entered his room, carrying a steaming bowl of stew in an outstretched hoof, closing the door with her back hoof. Big Mac had already 'birthed' his larvae, but as the larvae had inherited his bulky frame, the gestation had been much more exhausting than typical, and was now resting up due to his weakened state.*

AJ: Ya awake, sugarcube? Ah made this real special for ya.

Big Mac: *Rolling over in his bed to face her and smiling weakly.* Yuuup.

AJ: Good. Now come on, sit up now.

*Applejack helped him sit up in his bed, his eyes still a bit reddened and his coat pale. He wasn't quite as bad as Pinkie yet, looking relatively healthy, but he likely wasn't far from a similar state. Either way, his dear sister helped him to eat, smiling as lovingly to him as she did when he was healthy.*

*A knock at the front door echoed, making AJ pause to look towards the sound, then huffed.*

AJ: Ah gotta go check on that. Finish it up as best ya can, and remember ta stay quiet, alright?

Big Mac: Yuuup.

*Applejack exited his room and entered the living room, gaining a small smile as she spotted Applebloom on the rug, playing around with the pair of larvae, flicking her tail about and giggling as she played chase with the pair, the somewhat sluggish larvae scooting along behind her, one sporting upright ears and the other with folded, pug-like ears.*

AJ: Heh, well ya three sure are gettin' along like a barn on fire, huh?

Applebloom: AJ! Hehe yeah, we sure are! Ah told ya sis, ah make a great aunt!

AJ: Yep, ya sure do. But ya three gotta hide out in the kitchen for the bit, alright? Somepony's at the door.

Applebloom: Oh, right! Come on lil' critters, follow Aunty Applebloom!

*Applebloom skipped along towards the kitchen, the larvae following close behind. Just knowing that Big Mac was alright, and the prospect of having little nephews, even if they -were- giant bugs, had made Applebloom so excited she hadn't stopped to think much about how this all was affecting the other ponies. After all, it was treating her family fine, so it couldn't be that bad, right?*

(Drama, body horror mentions, and mentions of death beyond this point)

*Applejack swung the front door open, at which stood a very stressed and frazzled-looking Twilight Sparkle, doing her best to maintain a friendly smile despite the lack of sleep and frightening information she'd heard back at her facility*

AJ: Oh, howdy sugarcube, ya feelin' alright?

Twilight: No AJ, I'm not. Look, I'm going to cut to the chase for everypony's sake; have you been purposely spreading the sickness I've been telling you about?

AJ: What? What kinda question is that? Ah course I haven't! *Usually, Applejack was an awful liar, being the Element of Honesty and all, but for the sake of her brother's safety, she'd been practicing. She knew Twilight would come to the door about this -eventually- after all, though she'd hoped it'd wouldn't be this early.*

Twilight: *Staring at AJ for a long moment, then looking her over. She didn't -look- sick; which was true, she wasn't, at least not yet. She thought for a long moment...then sighed heavily.* I....o-okay, AJ. I'm going to have faith in you. With how Pinkie's been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if she just said it to get me out of the lab. Just...please. If you know anything at all, please tell me.

*Applejack thought for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say, but she was saved by the bell - or rather, the scroll - when a burst of green flame poofed a scroll before Twilight's eyes, an obvious message from Spike, who she'd left back at the facility, in a secure room of course.*

Twilight: O-Oh...heh, r-right...I'm sorry, I need to read this.

*Applejack nodded, thankful for the interruption. Twilight's eyes moved side to side quickly as she read over the note...and with each word she read, her heart sunk lower and lower, her eyes widening and pupils growing smaller, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She just...stood there for a few moments, reeling, barely moving a muscle, before tears finally began to stream down her eyes. Applejack blinked, not sure what to do or say at first, but eventually rose a shaky hoof to rest upon Twilight's shoulder.*

AJ: H-Hey, it's alright sugarcube.

Twilight: *Silent at first, but eventually spoke shakily and softly* R-Rainbow....R-Rainbow's dead.

AJ: W-What?!

Twilight: She's dead...P-Pinkie escaped and...o-oh Celestia, it's not even just Rainbow...the w-whole facility's...j-just...*She took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes tightly and sniffling, whole body shaking as her brain struggled to process what was going on. After some time of this, she took in another deep breath, opening her tear-stricken eyes and looking towards AJ*

Twilight: You need to stay indoors, and make sure t-this house...this house is s-secure. This...has become a -much- bigger problem, very...very quickly. I want to stay...to help you all get through this...b-but, I'm the Princess...I need to go wherever I'm needed. Just...just please stay inside - and try to contact Rarity. Hopefully, she can help with...w-with whatever you might need. *She was still an utter wreck, but she was trying to stuff those feelings down as deep as they could for the sake of protecting what little she had left at this point.*

AJ: *Much like Twilight, she also just stood there in silence for a few moments. She felt conflict through her heart, knowing just how bad this was getting...but she'd seen those larvae firsthand, she knew they weren't evil, at least not intentionally; and if she'd learned anything from the bats debacle with Fluttershy, it's that some animals can't help but destroy just by virtue of existing. She wanted to tell Twilight the truth...but she just couldn't - not when her brother's life was at stake. Finally, she just nodded, letting Twilight go on her way, closing the door and turning to face the living room. Now that she was alone, she quickly fell to her knees and began to cry.*

(Sorry that this was darker/sadder than most of the other ones. This -is- horror after all, we're really ramping up now! Lol)

#mlp infection au #mlp infected au #mlp broodmother virus #mlp horror #tw body horror #tw death

[dearmailman]

Hello there!👋

I was wondering if you could do anything (fanfic or headcannon don’t mind) where Frank frankly takes care of a regressed villain reader?

(By villain I mean like Robbie rotten lazy town, pulling pranks,petty theft etc.) if not that’s ok

Please and thank you!

Hello little villain!

I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but it ended up like one of the episodes where Robbie was forced to realize that, just maybe, he does consider Sportacus a friend. Frank and Reader used to not get along, but one sleepover can change a lot.

It’s been a usual day of chaos and crime. You’ve spent most of the day on a lemonade stand scheme in which the lemonade they paid for is actually orange juice and grass clippings with dye - no one actually drank it, but watching their faces turn from friendly to grossed out, forcing themselves to be polite about it- Oh wow was it funny. And Howdy getting mad at you for setting up right outside the store was a hoot!

Your house is less of a house and more of a door in the side of a hollow cliff just at the edge of the trees. Your secret lair, if you will. But it’s already pink and orange in the sky above. You stare at the sky, biting your lip nervously. It’s going to get dark before you can get there. You pick up the pace, shoes scuffing on the dirt path.

Surely you can make it. It’s not too far. Your eyes widen as the fist few stars begin winking at you. You’re only at Barnaby’s?! How!? You start running, looking up at the sky. It’s almost night time. It’s almost fully dark.

“Hey!” Someone yells at you and you trip over your feet slightly, skidding to a stop. Frank is hesitantly stepping out of his door, tying his robe as he walks towards you.

“Reader, what are you doing? You know it’s not good to be out so late- Are you okay?”

When he asks, you register just how hard your heart is pounding, and just how close to tears you are. You don’t even respond to him, you just run past him and into his house. He exclaims, but doesn’t stop you, quickly shutting the door on the encroaching darkness.

You stare at each other, blinking.

“Well that’s just swell, now you’re stuck here,” he gripes. “I’m still mad from earlier by the way. You knew that acidic liquid ruins dirt, didn’t you?”

You smile shakily, still somewhat tearful, as you recall pouring orange-grass-juice on his flowers. “I don’t regret it!”

“Well maybe you should, considering you’re trapped here,” he says, crossing his arms at you.

Your smile wipes away. You hrumph at him and sit on his couch, also crossing your arms at him. “I thought you’d be a better neighbor than that, you know.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say ‘you’re one to talk,’ but then he shakes his head and tsks at you. “You can sleep on the couch, but I don’t know what else you do to get ready for bed.”

Your face lights up red and you glower at him as he grabs blankets from the linen closet, recalling your routine of bedtime stories on the radio while using your bottle and snuggling your favorite stuffie.

Your face drops. Wait, your stuffie. How are you going to sleep without him? Can you sleep without him? You stand up in panic, bumping into Frank as he was setting the blanket down.

“Gosh darn, what is it, Reader?” he sighs, frustrated. He stops, arms dropping from their crossed position. “Reader, are you okay?”

“Quiet,” you groan. You stare out at the darkness and sniffle, feeling yourself tear up even more. “Tonight’s so dumb! It’s so darn dumb! I was scared, the night almost got me, I’m stuck with the lousiest neighbor around, and- and I don’t have my bear!” You sink back onto the couch, hiding your eyes in your hands.

“Reader…”

“Don’t tease me.”

“Oh close the shades, I wasn’t going to. Unlike you, I’m not rude.” You stick your tongue out at him and he shimmies his head like he’s scolding you silently. “It’s fine, neighbor. Eddie likes bears too, he has some on our bed. I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing someone.”

You groan at him, unsure how to explain what’s wrong. Your routine is getting to you, and as you start to feel sleepy you’re starting to feel small. “I need mine. My room, my stuff.”

“What do you need that we don’t have?” You make a face at him, and he throws his hands up, exasperated. “You can tell me, or you can not sleep.”

“I… I use a bottle, okay? I listen to a radio show that reads kid’s stories and use a bottle. You can tease me, I know you’re going to.”

Frank, frankly, looks less confused than you were expecting. “That’s all?” You nod, still waiting for the teasing. You tease him all the time, so surely he’s going to. “Reader, don’t be silly, that’s normal. Everyone has silly night time routines. Eddie drinks warm milk and listens to the radio before bed - how’s that any different?”

“Because Eddie stays grown up during it,” you gripe, rubbing your eyes.

“Neighbor,” he says. “Don’t feel bugged out, I can turn on the radio for you. I don’t have a bottle but-“

“Frank, you don’t have to-“

“I can get you a glass of milk and one of Eddie’s toys, and you can sleep. It’s alright, really.”

You feel like a jerk-and-a-half, embarrassed and going small in someone else’s home. You’re so evil to him, too, you don’t know why he’s willing to be so nice. You meet his eyes, still flushed, and only find concern and kindness there. Agh, why do all the neighbors have to be so nice!

“Fine, I- I’ll take the milk.”

Frank nods, smiling, and heads into the kitchen. You use the blankets and pillows he set out to make a little nest in the corner of the cushions and press yourself into it. He comes back in a moment with milk and a purple stuffed dragon.

“Here. It’s, um, Eddie’s least favorite.”

You snatch both of them, and he turns on the radio beside the couch. Only music plays, but it’s better than nothing. He seems pleased with your expression as it evens out into peace.

“Sleep well,” he says, and holds his arms out to hug you. He hesitates a moment and then does so. You feel very embarrassed but… you haven’t actually been hugged in a long time. You cling on a moment, and he lets you.

“Frank,” you start nervously as he separates. “ Can you- can you sleep down here?”

“Oh?”

“Like a sleepover,” you cover.

“Like friends?” he says with a slight teasing smile. You feel a pang of guilt, remembering all of the times you’ve been rude to him or pranked him. He’s being so nice though. And you don’t want to be alone after such a scare.

“Yes. Like friends I guess-“

He cuts you off by patting your head, snickering. “Like friends.”

He sets up a sleeping bag on the floor next to you, and the radio plays soft music as you cuddle up with a neighbor’s stuffie. You feel very, very small, and eventually you can’t respond as well to Frank’s conversation. He understands, and just chats to you one-sidedly until you’re both near asleep. It feels so natural, being relaxed around him. His cool confidence is very calming, like he doesn’t doubt how safe you are for a moment.

You feel oddly soothed, almost taken care of. You stare down at Frank, the lousiest neighbor around, and well- Maybe friends aren’t so bad. Just for tonight. Just until tomorrow.

Eddie wakes you two up with breakfast cooking, confused by you being there but not upset. Frank actually makes you another glass of milk, and smiles at you. Like it’s an insider secret between you two.

And if he invites you over for more sleepovers, it’ll still be an insider secret. If you still prank and tease him, Frank knows it's an act. If you two start spending more and more time together that’s no other neighbor’s business. If Frank offers to be your caretaker, after a few weeks, then he won’t make you admit to having friends. All that matters is Frank, you, a bedtime story and a borrowed stuffie, having the best time in the world.

sfw interaction only

#frank #agere #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #age regression #welcome home #fandom agere #agere fanfic #agere headcanons #agereg #special delivery #welcome home agere

[hypnostheory]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Howdy, so I was tagged by @kiwiana-writes , @littlemisskittentoes and @affectionatelyrs , who I’d like to thank for being very supportive and friendly. Thanks besties!

1. How many works do you have in Ao3?

So this is changing by the day sometimes lol, right now I’m sitting at 16 fics, 2 are currently unfinished, 5 are chapter fics.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Again, changing by the day it feels, but 132,329 words so far. That’s about the length of A Tale Of Two Cities.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it’s FirstPrince (Red, White, and Royal Blue), but I have a Good Omens fic and several Homestuck fics.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. i hit my peak at seven feet

2. and that’s the way i loved you

3. something good and right and real

4. trouble’s gonna follow where i go

5. wanna know that body like it’s mine

Combined, these fic have 4,089 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to reply to every comment, but sometimes it’s a little overwhelming. I absolutely try to respond to all comments that have more than one sentence, but if I miss you I’m sorry and I promise I’m going to get to you at some point!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sir we write smut here, this is not a tragic writing space lol. If I had to pick I think then I think you don’t want to know me is going to have one of the sadder endings but even still it’s gonna be happy because I’m not a sad writer lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I mean, the sappiest ending is somewhere between i hit my peak at seven feet and something good and right and real.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I mean the closest is someone who said my work was like disturbing or somethingbut I think that was actually a compliment???

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

This is like asking the Pope if he’s Catholic lmao. Yes I do, it’s primarily D/s dynamics, and almost always an AU one shot.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s your craziest one?

I do not. I sometimes put subtle references to other fandoms in my fics, but no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had your fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, my partner has tho. If someone found out my fic was stolen I’d like to know, but honestly if you see something I’m writing and get inspired by it just write your own version and tag me so I can read it Y’know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so, but I have had someone offer to translate a fic into Chinese. I’m down if anyone wants to, but I only speak English and a moderate level of Spanish so I couldn’t check someone’s work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

So my partner and I can get very collaborative, and I absolutely run my shit past people before it goes live, but for the most part I’m doing it all by myself.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Listen I love FirstPrince with all my heart but DaveKat is my first OTP and I’m never letting those fuckers go.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

Hmm, so I want to finish that Good Omens fic I mentioned but honestly that started in a weird time and I’m not sure if it’s got legs. Aside from that I’m trying to finish everything I start! (Or at least everything I publish!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

So from comments, I’d say my prose and my dynamics. I’d agree, I think my style is based in my education in poetry, so I can for sure get colorful. And I really enjoy the politics of a relationship, so I’ll sit there and wax poetics about the nature of soulmates daily and nightly lol. I also just write a lot very fast, so that’s a strength I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I’ll explain emotions to death but explaining how people look is more challenging. I also have issues with finishing things, which I’ve been trying really hard to work on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

So I’m from Texas, so if it’s Spanish dialogue I’m comfortable. For the main part, I’m not going to write dialogue out word for word if the POV character doesn’t understand what’s being said, which takes out a lot of that issue for me. I think putting a foreign language in a fic is something that can be done very poorly, so I want to avoid that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Publically? Homestuck. That’s my answer.

20. Favorite fic that you’ve written?

Oh god, having to pick between my own kids basically. i hit my peak at seven feet is so important to me, it’s a very personal story and it really catapulted me back into writing fic. I also love there’s nowhere in the world like, which is the first fic I published in this account and is a really fun work about one of my hyper interests, so if you like 80s theme parks and Homestuck, give it a spin.

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this, so feel free to blame me and take a spin! But also I’m absolutely tagging @futureseaempress 💖

#fic writing #20 questions #hypnostheory

[twicearoundthesun]

[Roommates AU]

“We’re late. It’s seven now.”

Chaeyoung pulled her shirt over her head without unbuttoning it, running a hand through her hair to smooth it down.

“We’re thirty feet down the hallway from them.” She pointed out as she tucked the shirt in.

“Which is exactly why we should have managed to get there on time.”

Chaeyoung poked her head out of her bathroom.

“We still have thirty seconds until it’s 7:01, don’t we?”

Dahyun sighed through her nose. “We just met them, and they were kind enough to cook dinner and invite us over. We can’t keep them waiting, they’ll be insulted.”  She fidgeted with nervous energy. She couldn’t help it, Chaeyoung knew. Her family hadn’t been about informality in any situation; old habits die hard.

“We’re okay, dude, they won’t mind. A few minutes is completely normal, and acceptable. No insults here. Look, I’m done. Just let me throw some slippers on and we’ll head over.”

Dahyun nodded, once again smoothing down the tin foil that covered the flourless chocolate cake she’d made. She then smoothed down her sundress – she looked quite a bit more put together than Chaeyoung, but the black jeans and white button-up would have to do for now. She slipped on some shoes and told Georgie to be good before she shut the door.

“What was their friend’s name? That they said would be joining us?”

“Uh.” Chaeyoung didn’t even want to attempt to say it. She showed Dahyun the text she’d received from Mina. “T-Z-U-Y-U. She’s our age.”

“I’m older than you. Is she my age or your age?”

“Yeah, okay. Not even a year.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. “She’s my age, I think… How do you think you pronounce that?”

Dahyun only shrugged, stopping to knock on Mina and Jihyo’s door. There was a long pause, and then a small bark. Chaeyoung and Dahyun exchanged a glance, but the door opened to reveal neither Mina nor Jihyo.

The girl was tall, maybe a half a foot taller than both of them, even without shoes. She was dressed in a simple but fashionable-looking sweater and jeans; very put-together but somehow still cozy, and she was absolutely stunning. Chaeyoung wondered if being drop-dead gorgeous was a requirement in this group of friends. Tzuyu looked a little uncomfortable to meet them, but not as uncomfortable as the ancient-looking wiener dog squirming wildly to get out of her arms.

“Uh, Hi.” She stepped back, letting Chaeyoung and Dahyun in. “I’m Tzuyu, I’m Jihyo and Mina-Unnie’s friend. They’re trying not to burn down the kitchen right now.”

“Howdy. I’m Chaeyoung.”

“Nice to meet you, Tzuyu.” Dahyun mumbled, not taking eyes off the dog. “I’m Dahyun.”

“Oh, and this is Ray. Mina’s dogsitting for her parents.” Tzuyu seemed to sense her discomfort, and added, “He’s a sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Dahyun nodded, and Chaeyoung put a gentle hand on her back, holding out a hand for Ray to sniff. The old little guy gave a small, friendly lick.

“Cutie.” Chayoung smiled.

“If you’d close the door I could put him down.” She said, a little bluntly, though it didn’t seem like it was meant to be as rude as it sounded. Chaeyoung just chuckled and did as she said, and soon Ray was waddling around the apartment, now completely uninterested in the company.

“Dahyun! Chaeyoung!” Jihyo’s voice met her ears a split second before she was pulled into a side-hug, careful not to bump into the giant bowl held in Jihyo’s other arm. She gave Dahyun a hug, too. “Sorry we’re running a bit behind! The meat’s going in the oven now. But we can start appetizers!” She placed the salad bowl on the dining room table, set for five people.

Mina appeared next, holding a large plate of appetizers. A big smile crossed her features as she saw them and Chaeyoung’s heart fluttered.

“Hi! So glad you could come. You met Tzu, right?” Mina asked, placing the food down next to the salad. “We’ve got some cheese, some grilled veggies – oh, a little bit of grilled squid. Some guac and chips, too. And I have some meat and seafood on its way…I hope you’re hungry, I wasn’t exactly sure how much to buy.”

“So she settled for the whole store.” Tzuyu explained. Chaeyoung chuckled.

“Oh, shush, you.” Mina smacked her with the dish towel she was holding. “You’re lucky I did, you got a free dinner out of it.”

Tzuyu shook her head but didn’t say anything further.

“How do you guys know each other?” Chaeyoung asked. Their banter was cute.

“Tzuyu? Oh, we pulled her out of the garbage one day and now she eats all of our food-” Jihyo started, returning with more plates.

“Hey!”

“Just kidding. She’s our firstborn.”

“Unnie.” Tzuyu whined, in a way that almost made Jihyo’s claim believable. She turned to Chaeyoung with a small, dignified huff. “Mina was my pre-med mentor.”

“The school took one look at her and knew she was going to be trouble.” Mina smiled, a proud shine in her eye.

“My freshman year faculty advisor thought I could use a mentor, since I was new to the country and didn’t know anyone. I was still learning Korean, too.”

“And I did research for him for a few years, worked in his lab. So he asked me to show her around. He knew I’d done the same thing – moved to a new country to attend that school because I got a good scholarship, I mean. Learned the language on the fly. So I did. And entirely thanks to my mentorship, she graduated top of her class last year.”

“Unnie.” Tzuyu whined again. It pulled on Chaeyoung’s heart a little, how much they clearly adored her.

“Cute.” Chaeyoung smiled.

“Please don’t mind them. They brag about me like they’re actually my parents.”

Jihyo gasped dramatically. “Myoui-Park Tzuyu, I did not labor for hours to bring you into this world for you to deny-”

“You literally didn’t!” Tzuyu turned bright red. “You guys are so weird! You’re going to scare your guests.”

“No, it’s kinda endearing.” Dahyun spoke up.

“Oh!” Mina realized she was still holding the cake. “Let me take this from you, I’ll put it in the kitchen until dinner’s over. This looks incredible, Dahyun, are you sure you’re not a baker?”

Dahyun blushed at the compliment and Chaeyoung patted her on the shoulder, sliding past her to take a seat.

“So, you graduated last year?” Chaeyoung asked when the conversation lulled, about midway through dinner. “Are you in med school now?”

“No, actually,” Tzuyu blushed. “I, uh, kinda really liked working in the lab. So I got a research job.”

“Oh, cool. What’s your research?”

“I’m a clinical research scientist. So like, treatment development. The lab I’m in right now focuses on auto-immune diseases, and immunosuppressive medication.”

“Holy crap, that’s awesome.” Chaeyoung said, and Dahyun nodded. She noted the proud smile on the two eldests’ faces.

“Did you two just graduate, too?” Tzuyu asked as they finished up. “Jihyo tells me you’re my age.”

Chaeyoung chewed on her lip, unable to stop the quick glance she gave Dahyun.

“Uh, no, I - um, I had to drop out as a junior, three years ago.” Dahyun said quietly. “Uh, but I was a music theory major, focusing on composition.”

“Oh, I’m.. sorry.”

Dahyun forced a smile. “No, nothing to be sorry about.”

After a small silence, Chaeyoung spoke up.

“And I didn’t go to college, but I was apprenticing at a tattoo shop for a while. I haven’t been able to, lately, though.” She didn’t give them an explanation, though it was on the tip of her tongue: apprenticeship is often unpaid, and her mom’s unexpected week in the hospital last year meant money was getting tight.

“Wow- that’s really cool.” Tzuyu said.

She flashed her a smile. “So- shall we move on to that chocolate cake? Dahyunnie’s one hell of a baker.”

Their hosts took the change of topic gratefully. “Absolutely. Can’t wait any longer to try it! Let me just clear the table first.”

#roommates au #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #mina #jihyo #smc unites ! #twice fic #twice au