#gangle x reader

"Caine," you softly call for him, leaning back to gain eye contact. Making sure he believes your words. He protests a little, wanting to keep as physically close as he can. It's with calling his name in a warning tone that he finally relent.

He looks up from his spot on your lap with wide watery eyes, the teardrops hanging remind you of Gangle's Tragedy mask. "They do like your adventures. And it's by your creation that make the suggested adventures fun! They like what you made with it." You try to point out. Try to reason that it's all by Caine's hands that everyone enjoyed themselves. That he did a really good job today!

But Caine gasp loudly, shooting up to roughly grab the front of your shirt. Tears fall in waterfalls as he listened to what he wanted to hear. "So they do love the suggestion box more?"

"What? No- Oh, for the love of—." You sigh. Watching as Caine ignores you in favour of crying. A tissue box appears, floating by for Caine to grasp handfuls of tissues to cry into. You're starting to think he's just crying because he thinks hes suppose to. Like he's playing some sort of role of upset boyfriend to—

Your eyes widen at the realisation. That Caine, while voicing real fears, is simply looking for your attention. Having to watched you with the others all day. Not being able to share a word together. He must have felt neglected and now plays the role of a needy boyfriend to correct it. Well, if he wants your attention, who are you to decline the request?

You push the tissue box away as he reaches for it. When he turns to face you with his tears stopped, and the saddest kicked puppy dog expression. You move to take the tissues out of his hands. "Hey?" He sniffles quietly. Confused by your actions. You ignore him in favour of grabbing his jacket and pulling him into you.

Pressing your lips to his bottom row hard. You let the kiss last, feeling Caine freeze in shock in your hands. Feel him hesitantly place his hands on your biceps, like he's in disbelief that the kiss is happening. You pull away gently.

"Darling. The adventures are fine." You firmly state, ready to comfort him, only to blink owlishly. Staring in surprise at Caine, stuck frozen as his eyes play the blue screen error message.

ﾟ.+:｡Gangle

You and Gangle are hanging out on the couches in the main area of the circus. You both decided to spend time together in the calming quiet by body doubling. Doing your own task in the company of others. No pressure to fill the space with conversation, just having fun with your own respective hobbies. While basking in each other's company and the feeling of belonging

It's a relaxing part-time activity that you and Gangle do frequently. When you first started dating, still nervous and jittery with butterflies, you would sit on your own couch. Scared that by being too near, either you or Gangle would act like a fool. But now, you're able to share a couch. Enjoying being close within your own bubble. As you sit on one end of the red couch, Gangle is sitting on the other side.

Well, you were enjoying it for most of it but got brought out of it by Gangle's harsh scribbles. You can hear the pencil she uses press into the paper roughly. Her soft grunts of frustration are slowly becoming more frequent. While the more hunched and round her shoulders become.

You spent what has to be a full minute watching her erasing her work, drawing, erasing, over and over. You can't ignore it any longer and place your item down. Scooting down the couch towards Gangle, stopping to sit beside her.

"Gangle?" You softly call out. Not wanting to scare her, but she jumps anyway. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice you approaching. She looks up with her Comedy mask eyes widen in surprise. Her hands frantically hiding her drawing.

"Oh-oh, hey?" She greets weakly.

"What's wrong?" You smile, trying to ease her, but your worry is clear.

"Its nothing." Her shoulders relax, turning her gaze towards the floor. "It's dumb." She mumbles, moving her hands to hide in her note pad instead.

"No, it's not." You reassure, and Gangle simply shakes her head. "Talk to me." You softly inquire, watching as she mulls it over. "Please?" Gangle lets out a sigh, giving in to your request. Slowly turning to face you. She struggles to get her words at first, but manages to find it.

"I'm just- I'm practicing anatomy from what I can remember back out of the circus." She stops to let out a nose of frustration, her speech picking up in speed. " And its not- I can't do it right! It looks so bad! I don't know why, maybe it's because of my hands? " She takes a moment to stare at her ribbon hands, and you feel your heart sink at the negative talk. Gangle continues and you know you need to stop her. But she's becoming self-centered, how can you grab her attention?

"Like, it looks really bad-" You cut Gangle mid-speech to press a quick kiss to her mask. Softly touching the cool porcelain mask in a feather-light peck. "Let me have a look?" You mumble, your breath hitting against her lips.

You're a little frightened that you've crossed a line, but manage to pull back. You don't see an angry or uncomfortable expression. Instead, you see Gangle's eyes widen with her mouth dropping open, completely caught off guard and stunned by the feeling of your lips. She silently nods her head with the same expression and hands her stretch book. You take the pad, as she remains motionless.

ﾟ.+:｡Jax

You're relaxing on one of the many couches in the main area of the circus, reading a book. Having found it while exploring your room. After all, how could you resist a title like 'Guide to Having Fun on a Great Adventure Made by Your Beloved Ringmaster' with a black and white picture of Caine sitting at a desk.

Jax spots you, minding your business and takes advantage of your inattentiveness. Quickly but quietly, Jax approaches from behind. Being mindful of the bucket full of water. Step by step, Jax reaches the couch and carefully lifts the bucket. Pass his hips, pass his shoulders, until he's holding it above his head. Ready to dump it onto you.

"Don't even think about it, Jax," you sternly warn, not looking up from your book.

"How'd you know it's me?" Jax groans. Water sloshing around as he lowers it from above his head. Still raised high enough as if he's thinking about going through his prank.

"I can sense you," Jax lets out a disbelieving snort at that, "and you're not pranking me." Jax has been on a hot streak lately, messing around with everyone in the circus. First, with Zooble, by making them join today's adventure and proceeding to push them headfirst into, well, everything he can. Next, he bothered Gangle with his usual teasing. He even pushes Pomni in the way of an incoming truck — again.

But it didn't end with the adventures. At the circus he managed to place centipedes in Ragatha's room and even attacked Kinger by placing a sink bomb in his pillow fort. He's been a done right menace. Not even the title of his significant other will protect you from experiencing your turn, as you escape your fate by a well-timed jab.

"Oh, me? Prank you?" He bends to place the bucket down, not spilling any of the water. Deciding against following through with his plan. "Now, why would you think so little of me? Aren't I your little guy?" Jax jumps onto the couch, plopping himself beside you with his arm draped over the backrest behind you, his yellow glove hand resting on your shoulder. He looks at you with his best 'innocent' expression.

You spare him a side eye and return to your book.

"Well, since you're being a spoil sport. How about helping me with some new ideas?" Jax doesn't wait for an answer and moves to place his head on your lap. Lying down, he begins to list out new pranks to pull on the others.

You tried to ignore him, block him out by reading your book. But Jax waves his hands along with his words, bumping your arm. Cause you to lose your place. Or he'll purposely move your forearm, the one holding the book, to the side so you have to look down at him.

Getting annoyed, you cut him off in the best way you know. You snap your book shut and set it down. The loud noise cuts Jax off, yet before he could tease you, 'am I bothering you?', or any other remarks. You grab him by his ears.

"Hey!" Jax warns, glaring lightly at the feeling of you tugging his ears back. Tilting his face, as you bend your back to reach forward. Pressing your lips roughly onto his. The angle of your lips is off, but the feeling and intention are enough for Jax.

You feel Jax returning the act, lifting his head to press his lips against you. His guard lowers as he loses himself, getting lost in your touch as he focuses on your lips. Having him exactly where you want him, you pull apart, using your grip on his ears to prevent him from chasing after your lips.

"Shh. You're talking too much," you whisper against his lips. Then, letting go of his ears, you push him off your lap. Jax lands on the ground with a loud thud, watching from his spot on the ground as you get up and walk off with your book in hand.

"Hey!" He calls after you, but you continue to ignore him. "You can't play dirty! Come back here!" Jax cries out as he swiftly stands up and chases after you.

ﾟ.+:｡Kinger

Kinger couldn't sleep tonight within the pillow fort, you tend to stay up later than him. Mostly letting your thoughts wander over nothing in particular. You saw him shift, turning and tossing. Cuddling up to you, then letting go to flip on his other side, only to roll over and return to press up against you.

You ease him through it. Quietly call out to him, asking what's wrong. Thankfully, the dark of night and the pillow fort allow Kinger to center himself and be able to explain cohesively that he simply has too much on his mind.

You're able to encourage him to talk things out. Moving to sit beside each other. After letting out his concerns, Kinger still couldn't fall back asleep. Which is where you find yourself now, still sitting with your backs against the soft, sturdy pillow fort walls as you get Kinger to share bug facts he can remember.

You didn't mean to tune out his words; you were quite interested in what he had to share. But something about how animated Kinger gets, speaking with such excitement. Moving his hands softly as he explains facts he wouldn't normally be able to. sitting close enough to be able to see the way his eyes shine, lighting up from his passion. Those little chuckles he lets out as he makes light jokes have you swooning. You're trying to concentrate, but your mind is constantly drifting. Fighting down the urge to kiss him.

"Oh! I believe the Blue Morpho's life span is encapsulated in," Kinger looks away from your eyes as he concentrates on the fact,"…um, hundred days? No, that doesn't sound right? Oh!" He clicked his fingers, his eyes lit up at remembering as he meets your gaze, "It's one hundred fifteen days! Just under three-!"

You very quickly lose the fight and give in to your impulse. Bringing your hands to cup his wooden face, moving swiftly to press your lips in the space his mouth would appear during the times he needs to eat. Softly pressing your lips onto the wooden texture, gently as if you're holding something precise and important.

You feel Kinger's hand holding onto your shoulders. Thinking he's trying to tap out, you pull back. Feeling embarrassed by how suddenlt you give into your urges. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. What were you saying?" You giggle sheepishly.

"I don't remember," Kinger slowly sound out his words as his eyes lock onto your lips. He leans forward and reconnects for another kiss. Softly pushing you to the ground, as he leans above you.

ﾟ.+:｡Pomni - Set during ep 7

The group talks over the plan that Abel, the supposed human who slips right under Caine's many eyes and remains stuck in an NPC body, proposes for exiting the Circus. It feels like the tipping point, the last hurdle they have to push through. The last race they have to give their all, trusting each other as they assign each other their parts in order to achieve their goal.

Pomni vouches for Abel, encouraging others to hope and convincing Jax to at least try. Yet she feels her own confidence waver when she studies your expression. You've been keeping a neutral expression during the discussion. One that Pomni, who likes to believe she knows you best since she's your girlfriend, can't read. She can't tell if you believe in the plan, if you're nervous or doubtful.

A need to talk to you arises, because if you don't believe in it, then maybe it is a lost cause.

The group breaks up to move forward with the plan. Jax is going to distract Caine. Pomni with Ragatha will accompany Abel to obtain the admin passes. While you remain with the others. Pomni watches you walk with Zooble and Gangle, not even giving her a glance. Her stomach twists as that tugging, nagging sensation in her chest telling her to go to you becomes stronger.

"I-I just be a second." She holds a hand out to Abel and Ragatha. Sparing the duo a glance as she rushes after you.

You hear your name being called and turn to see Pomni. With your attention on her, she slows down and comes to a stop, an arm's length in front of you.

"Pomni?" you tilt your head in confusion.

Now in front of you, Pomni isn't sure what to say. She fiddles with her hand as she debates on outright asking what you think. You take a step forward, and Pomni decides to be a little bold in her approach. She reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers.

"I know, this plan from Abel is—um, a long shot. But, if we have a chance of escaping we need to take it. " She begins, fiddling with your hand. "And if we do leave, we'll be able to see each other. Really see each other. And go on a real date." Pomni grip tightens as she suggests her biggest hopes.

Hopeful it entices you to agree, to help with the plan. At the sight of your amused expression, she realized her words could sound dismissive of the time already spent together.

"That's not saying our dates in the circus aren't real! They are." Pomni quickly backpedals, trying to smooth things over in case she offends you. " They're all nice! But um, it'll be ever nicer not to get interrupted with one of Caine's promotional videos! I don't even know why he does those-"

You lean forward to place a kiss on Pomni's cheek, silencing her worries and confusion about the mystery of Caine's ad videos. You were a little confuse on why Pomni started to ramble about the plan again. But at the mention of a real date. You feel your heart skip a beat, recognizing her listing out the reason to push forward. Feeling touched by her effort to reassure you, despite not needing it.

"You worry too much, of course I'm in." You softly reassure her, placing another quick peck on her cheek before pulling back.

"Oh, right," Pomni feels dumb for thinking the worst. Of course, your mind was busy about home; everyone is putting their hope on this. "Sorry. I just noticed you didn't react, and um." She brings a hand up to her cheek

"I was just lost in thought about leaving." Affectionately rolling your eyes at her with a fond smile. You squeeze her hand. "We should get going." You remind her, nodding towards Abel and Ragatha, who stand some distance away.

"Yeah, " Pomni looks past you to see Zooble and Gangle waiting some distance. Remembering the pressure of the plan but not having the desire to leave. Pomni finds any excuse to make sure your departure, even for a short moment, will be on a better note than her fumbling her words.

"… By the way, you missed." She teases. Her smile widens as she watches your adorable confuse expression. "Your suppose to kiss here." She points to her lips. Simultaneously tugging your clasp hand and stepping closer to you.

"Right," you smile, knowingly as you return the hold. "Let me try again." You move forward, pressing your lips to her lips.

ﾟ.+:｡Ragatha - no fixed setting, but before ep 6

You and Ragatha are lying on your bed. Its suppose to be a relaxing evening, a reward for getting through another of Caine's adventures and getting by Jax's taunts. You've been looking forward to this all day. To reconnect with your girlfriend. To cuddling and acting soft. To support each other and check in.

Instead, your lips press into a line as you listen to Ragatha worry about Pomni. The newest member of the circus. Even as Ragatha lies cuddled beside you, head on your chest, legs tangled, her hand waving through the air. Since her mind is focused elsewhere, voicing out her every concern about Pomni. Using your precious time together to talk about Pomni.

You are not jealous.

You are being a good partner and supporting Ragatha. Listening to her words and supporting her as you rub smoothing circles on her back. You just happen to be concerned about Ragatha's fixation on said jester. Wanting your girlfriend to lighten up. So what if that means stop talking about Pomni? It doesn't mean you're jealous.

"It's alright, Ragatha." You skillfully cut in during Ragatha's 'ums’. Her attempt to gather her thoughts. "Pomni is still adjusting. Everyone goes through a tough process. Whatever she says or does doesn't mean it's her definite opinion of us." You try to reason as you twirl her red yarn ringlet. Voice kind but firm, to hopefully end the discussion.

"Yeah," Ragatha sighs, sinking into your embrace. "I guess you're right." She mumbles, but doesn't sound convincing.

"When Pomni is ready, she knows she can go speak her feelings to someone. She's going to be fine." You squeeze Ragatha's shoulder in an attempt to hammer in the last nail into the coffin. To move on from the conversation. Turns out, those words were the wrong ones.

As Ragatha suddenly sits up with an air of panic. "But what if she doesn't? What if I pushed her too hard and she closes up? Or she goes to Jax-"

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

You're not jealous. Ragatha is going through something and needs to calm down. What you're about to do is to help her and not a drastic grab for her attention.

With nothing holding you back, you sit up and reach for Ragatha's face. Hands placed on her cheeks to turn her head towards you, you lean forward to press a quick kiss on her lips. Enough to drag her out of her own head.

You pull back, staying close to lock her in eye contact. "Pomni knows she can always go to you. That you'll help her the best you can. It's going to be okay." You reassure her as you gently cradle her face. Ragatha blinks in surprise at the kiss. Needing a moment to process your words.

"You're right," she sighs softly, melting into your hands, "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got so worked up about it. Constantly going on about Pomni and how she's…" Ragatha pauses as she closely examines your face. Recognizing the sternness in your eyes, the pinched brows, your firm tone. A shift on Ragatha's face as she makes a connection. "Hang on, were you…Are you jealous?"

You feel your eyes widen in surprise at the claim. You let go of Ragatha. Ragatha quickly catches herself with a quiet 'oof'. You flop backwards onto the bed, crossing your arms. "I was not jealous! I was helping you!" You weakly defend.

"No, no, I think you were." Ragatha tease, crawling up the bed to hover above you. A wide smile appears on her face, looking much more relaxed as she continues to tease you. You huff with a pout as you let her. The things you do for her smile.

ﾟ.+:｡Zooble - set after ep 3

You returned from the Mildenhall Manor adventure. Having a surprisingly good time drinking tea with the Ghost NPC, beside Ragatha and Gangle. You greeted an annoyed Zooble, who sits waiting for you on the couch. With the way their unicorn horn twitches, you knew they didn't have a good time being left with Caine.

You didn't have to ask Zooble, as they immediately lurch into a rant about the ringleader. Walking ahead towards your room to have privacy from the others. Zooble always prefer your room, claiming it's better than theirs.

Walking down the hallway, you tried to show your support to Zooble. Tried to bring up how you helped tie Jax up. Knowing the mental image would bring a chuckle out of Zooble. But they're persistent, cutting off every word you say to instead vent. Even going as far as to repeat themselves.

"I kept telling him, he didn’t fix sh@#, but he wouldn’t listen! You know what he did? He gave me another box of parts!" Zooble stops in the hallway, hands clenched in fury. You wouldn't be surprised if they start waving it towards the ceiling.

Having to stop walking because of them, you're starting to get annoyed by the constant sound of Caine's name. You know you should be patient and support your partner. But you also have your limit. Your eyes wander as Zooble begins their rant again. Getting an idea as you realise how close to the wall they are.

"I tried to explain it in simple terms, but he kept drawing bees! BEES-hmpf-" Zooble gets caught off guard as you push them against the wall. Zooble's eyes widen at the act, and before they could ask about it. You're pressing into them, pinning them with a kiss.

Despite their body not having a visible mouth, Zooble sometimes get the sensation of lips. Usually, around food when they get to eat and if they’re lucky, whenever you kiss them. This time, oh, Zooble is definitely lucky. They can feel your lips press roughly. Like you’re demanding their attention. Commanding them. Dominating, and it steals their breath away. They lean into it, letting you take whatever you want.

But too soon is the kiss broken by you pulling back. "That's enough about Caine. How about focusing on me now?" It's a rhetorical question, not accepting any other answers except for 'yes'. Your hands beside their head, place firmly onto the wall to cage them. Forcing them to look nowhere else but your dark eyes.

"Yeah- yep- whatever you say." Zooble agrees, nodding dumbly as they lean in for another kiss.

CAINE

LOVE love loves cuddling with you- hes never actually cuddled another person... bubble doesnt count and thats more of like... comical clinging hug than actual cuddling!

odds are youre physically larger than him but thats not going to stop him being big spoon- definitely has the traditional "men need to be the one in that position" not because he feels he NEEDS to as a man... he just likes feeling like youre personal protector- your man, your guy, your... uhuhuh... yeah!

he sometimes like to cuddle you mid air... hope youre not afraid of heights and the odd feeling of defying physics!

POMNI

again, odds are youre larger than her. she seems more of a little spoon person... though she strikes me as the type to be an awkward cuddler. she doesnt really know where to put her hands- even if its far from the first time youve cuddled into one another

i love her, and she loves you- but pomni looks like the type of person to run uncomfortably hot and doesnt like being touched because of it... clammy and gross feeling, doesnt like it. dont touch her she will get irritated from the feel... its not that she doesnt like you she just doesnt like feeling sweaty

compromises by holding your hand in bed... looping your fingers together as you sleep feels... more tender honestly...

RAGATHA

shes soft and plush- of course she is, shes a doll! definitely has some weight to her... sleeping with her arm wrapped around you is so comforting, genuinely the best sleep youve gotten in a while

she also vaguely smells like berries! so thats a bonus! she totally gets it if you nestle your face into her hair and drift off smelling her! sure its a little quirky but shes not going to judge you for it... honestly if you smelled nice like that she might do the same

no big spoon/little spoon thing... you two mostly just cling onto one another in the bed by any means necessary

JAX

only ever cuddles you when he knows for a fact other people arent going to come in and see him like this. i still stand firm that he hates being seen as soft and vulnerable. even letting himself indulge in stuff like this in an unapologetically tender and sincere way for YOU takes some time

and even then hes most likely to shift into you and cuddle if youre asleep, unable to perceive his rare moment of just... being soft.

he doesnt like being little spoon though, even without the vulnerability stuff

hes kind of sticky.. hes not fluffy in my mind. hes like those rubber squishy toys

KINGER

its... nice holding someone again... but when was the last time hes held someone? why does it feels so familiar but so different- it wasnt you in his arms before was it? it was... someone else, wasnt it? ...hes hardly in the moment long enough most of the time to really dwell on it

he likes being the big spoon- keeping you in his arms... er... hands... makes him feel anchored, calmer. he knows hes missed this even if he cant quite pin point why

but... he kind of melts right into you when you turn it back on him and make him the little spoon. its like seeing a stunned animal relax into comfort

GANGLE

cuddling with her can be a little... hard.. shes made of ribbon so there isnt much to hold and she doesnt have much weight to her... it.. definitely is a sore topic for her. it makes her feel like shes falling short somewhere. like she cant properly cuddle you

even holding her bundled up in your arms doesnt feel right, and shes going to pull away the entire time- doesnt want to waste your efforts even if you try to reassure her... times like this call for creativity--

wrapping her ribbons around you might be a little unconventional... and might lead to tangling- but its something, and its something only you two can do.. no one else! its special and unique to your relationship specifically.. word it like that to her and she'll cheer up a bit!

ZOOBLE

they dont... much care for cuddling. for multiple reasons. partly because its just not for them, and partly because it forces them to actively become aware of what their body is like... the shape, the textures... its all a bit much...

but zooble doesnt want to make you feel rejected- its a hard situation all around. they are going to at least talk to you about it so youre not left in the dark... though it might take a while for them to bring it up

.ᐟ RAGATHA

the eternal camp counselor energy. . . i always see her love language as quality time. she’ll patch you up, literally sew you back together if needed. Ragatha loves just sitting with you, asking questions about who you are, what you like, what makes you laugh. her love is caretaking, maybe a little forced at times (bc she masks her own panic), but always genuine in tone! she gives so much of herself away in taking care of people that honestly? the way she loves is just making sure you don’t unravel the way she secretly is.

.ᐟ JAX

personalized cruelty. if he doesn’t like you, you’re just background noise. if he does like you, congratulations, you’re his favorite toy. the way he spends time nitpicking you, scaring you, singling you out, that’s the closest thing to affection he can manage. he probably wouldn’t ever say anything sweet unless it was sarcastic, and honestly, the second you expect attachment from him, he’s out.

Jax doesn’t want to need anyone, doesn’t want to be needed. attachment feels like a trap, so he pushes, prods, tries to prove to himself that you’ll crack and run. but if you don’t and stay after the sharp remarks and his torments, then you’ll notice his cruelty. . . soften ? his love language is in the cracks where he lets himself just be near you. Jax won’t admit it, but he’s terrified of feeling he actually cares, so he hides it in the only mask he knows, mockery.

.ᐟ CAINE

words words words. i think Caine’s entire love language would be grand affirmations. like “ASTOUNDING!! WONDERFUL, MY DEAR!! you’ve outdone yourself yet again!!” for literally breathing lmao. it’s also about attention, he’ll spotlight you, build a whole silly adventure around you, make you the star. because he actually enjoys watching you light up. he’s literally designed to perform so his way of caring is spotlighting you !!

.ᐟ KINGER

father-figure vibes for sure. he’s been here longest, so his love is teaching you what he knows. like, “here’s how you don’t lose your head when the floor turns into jelly” kind of stuff. it’s very quality time mixed with guidance. he’ll ramble about ants and in a way, that’s him sharing himself. but also, he’s protective in a dad way, he’s not gonna let you wander off unprepared.

.ᐟ GANGLE

.ᐟ ZOOBLE

i guess her love language would be gifts + trust. she loves making little drawings and doodles of you, she’d come over all hesitant like, “um. . .i made this for you.” that and if she ever trusted you with her comedy mask, that’s basically her giving you her heart. so if she puts it in your hands, it means she believes you won’t laugh at her vulnerability. + Gangle clings, like literally wraps her ribbons around you, shy and nervous, but desperate to hold you.

☆POMNI☆

lord have mercy on this woman bro

the SECOND she sees you in your swimsuit, whether its a bikini or something less revealing, she's done

ofc she'll do things with you! A lot of things, so she can see how you look in each pose or position so she has more to admire 👅

but like all jokes aside holy SHITT ur so gorgeous she is literally frothing at the mouth, kindly pointed out by Jax

Like actually bro. Full on frothing. Lwk think she be having a seizure over you

WAITTT that one meme where pomni has like the uhh smug roblox man face or something close to it

She's making that face while having a hand on your hip or waist lmao

"This is MYYYY bitch hands off" -pomni

☆RAGATHA☆

Hopeless romantic through and through

yes, she KNOWS she's in love with you, she KNOWS you're literally gorgeous, but HOT DAMN seeing you in that swimsuit has never reminded her better

she's as down bad as Pomni is, and if she didn't have self control, she'd be frothing at the mouth too

but no. baby's respectful

But only to a certain degree because she can't help herself bro

If you press up against her, touch her at all, lower your voice to that bedroom voice, shes GONE

She'll have at least one hand on you, whether that be holding hands or its on your back (COUGH its ur ass COUGH) while at the beach

because oh boy. Oh BOY she's so cooked when it comes to you

☆GANGLE☆

shes almost as down bad as ragatha is. But poor baby is HORRIBLE at hiding that lmao

Not a HINT of subtlety

If you go up to her, she's blushing, stammering more than usual, the whole nine yards

if you're in the water, she can't join because of her ribbons. This logic probably doesn't apply to the digital world, but like... they'd get soggy and she wouldn't be able to do anything

So the entire time you're in the water, she's just doodling you

Whether it goes from simple sketches to an entire piece, she's just drawing you

But you love her, so of course you join her on the beach to do some activities! Volleyball, the thing with the watermelon, drawing, just hanging out with her

Any of it makes her happy. And seeing her happy is all you want :)

☆ZOOBLE☆

god, they love you. With every piece that makes up their body, they are whole heartedly in love with you.

...but they're also jealous. They shouldn't be, they know this, but deep down inside they are so envious of you. You're so beautiful, and perfect, and even in the digital world she knows you'd be just as perfect outside of it

And they know they are nothing like you.

They aren't perfect. Every piece that doesn't fit, that doesn't pop into place like it's home, like it's them, they break down just a little more

For God's sake, they can't even wear something other than this body because it's so imperfect, not even the changing room could fix them.

And they hate that that's their reality.

But you know them. Understand them. Understand this.

So when you face them with a smile, whether on the beach with them or in the water with the others, you notice. They're spiraling, spiraling in everything they want to be that they can't have

So you walk up to them, soft, digital hands holding their face even at the weird angles it has, all you have to do is look at them with nothing short of love, and they realize that they don't have to be "perfect" to be loved by you.

so for the rest of the day, you spend all that time with them, silently reassuring them along the way ❤️

☆JAX☆

he isn't really paying much attention to you, or what's going on around him

He's been spacing out ever since he came outside and sat down on the chairs here, watching as the fake sun glittered across the fake water that reflected in his fake eyes.

Fake. Fake. Fake.

That's all this is and all it'll ever be.

So why does it all feel so real?

This despair, this devastation, this disbelief to even dare try to understand what's going on, that maybe, just.. just maybe, this isn't a sick dream.

So he doesn't even notice. Well, he does, but he doesn't bother giving time to admire you. You're having fun with the others, so what about him matters? Nothing. Nothing at all.

So why is he so surprised when you take his hand and drag him from the dark under the umbrella into the blinding fake sun, looking almost offended that he isn't in some sort of swim suit?

Why does it make him even the slightest bit happy that you cared enough to find him and force him out of his despair, his devastation, his disbelief?

And why, as you drag him from the umbrella, does he feel so warm?

He doesn't know, and doesn't really understand,

But he'd like to bask in that feeling just a little longer with you.

☆KINGER☆

god damn you literally give him purpose bro

Like actually he saw you and he locked in fr

Became sober or some shit lmao

IM JOKING. ITS SERIOUS. LETS GET SERIOUS.

Normally, only the dark can make him sober, make his brain function even semi-okay, to make him understandable.

But.. he sees you, and he didn't need the dark. You were messing around, but you joined him in the water with Pomni and Ragatha, and he just.. saw you. His pupils dilated, and he stopped, even letting the ball bounce off his head due to his lack of focus

You take his breath away. And in this brief moment of recognition, he almost regrets that he doesn't get to admire you more. Because god, are you beautiful.

The others stop and stare, and so do you, concerned, because Kinger has never acted like this besides maybe in the pillow fort, and you're worried somethings wrong—

Until he begins to glow.

The water shimmers from the light, and now everyone is definitely staring, and you're blushing, because he only glows when he stops breathing