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How everyone reacts to the Reader saying a swear word

Barnaby

He just stands there and grins, trying his best to keep from laughing. Clearly amused, he'd say “You’ve got quite the vocabulary there, kid. Just don’t go teaching Wally that one, alright?”

Julie

Julie would freeze for a moment, quiet as a field mouse as she processes what she just heard. Before yelling “Oh my stars!” and covering her mouth with a hand.

Wally

He would just look at you, not understanding what you said. “Oh, that’s a new word. I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” If you don't tell him it's a bad word, he'll ask Barnaby what it means.

Frank

Frank is disappointed in you. “That’s… not appropriate,” he’d say firmly. Then he gives you a short lecture about why we don't say things like that in Home.

Eddie

His eyes widen a bit as he stammers “Oh, uh… well, that’s a strong word!” He’d scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. Unsure of how to respond. "Maybe we should stick to nicer words. Okay?"

Poppy

Her feathers would ruffle up after you say the no-no word. “Oh dear! That’s… not good!” She looks towards her windows "I hope no one else heard that!”

Sally

She would gasp loudly, clutching her chest. "A curse word? Here? Oh, the scandal!" Despite the theatrics, she's genuinely shocked by such an outburst.

Howdy

So I have seen threadville and was thinking of that and welcome home. Like if threadville y/n was actually transported to welcome homes world as they have no idea what's this new place is but everyone in this world knows who they are.

This world was bizarre to them. Seeing how it looked like home but it didn't feel like it one bit and saw it as maybe a bad dream. But every apple y/n looks at they expect to see worm to pop out and tell them that they need to help him with getting some things like always but nothing but instead this howdy person is talking to them like they've been friends for years but yet they never met this worm man nor any relatives. Eddie dear delivering mail after mail to them but opening it, it's just blank or empty packaging that basically had them struggling to lift it until they opened it but sometimes they're was things written on or inside of the boxes and letters but one that distributed y/n was a letter saying 'get out, escape' and that was it. Julie joyful was a bit to much energy for y/n as she always wanted to do something with y/n, play games, picnics or tea parties but y/n only reminded of veena as she always invited y/n to her tea parties and such with her expensive tea set she loved to show off at the parties as well as Charlotte with her love to play games and such and doesn't help with the jump rope Julie has as y/n always saw Charlotte play with a jump rope if she had nothing to do. Sally with her theatrics was a bit nice for y/n, but being dragged into her plays to be one of the main characters of her art pieces but y/n was never a actor so they tried to hide from her as much as they could. Frank Franklin confused y/n as well, never had they met someone who studied bugs and sometimes y/n wonders if frank would get along with worm in their world maybe.

The three that set y/n off a bit is barnaby, poppy and wally. Something was so familiar about them yet so different as yes they are friendly to y/n, y/n gets a bit set off by wally as he looks so similar to Oliver it's uncanny to them but sometimes with that stare as itau just be because they are new to this world or that. They feel watched, almost like eyes are always on them and no matter where they go, someone is right there as be if Barnaby finding y/n sitting somewhere alone. Julie finding them standing near the forest of even wally knocking on their door of 'their house' yet it doesn't feel like home. They don't feel like it's their house, who lived here before y/n was put here?

(the threadville characters are tweaking cause y/n just disappeared so yeah. That's it for my yapping session today. But if you like this, please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

So two years ago, I initially made this AU and the fanfiction that goes with it. I was 15 with terrible grammar, and I can admit… rereading the story was underwhelming in my eyes.

So… on the side, I plan on doing a revamp!

My initial teaser for my redesign. It’s been two years since I’ve drawn anything Welcome Home related at all!

But I am still working out technicalities with his design, and I plan on creating character sheets for Julie and Henry at some point too.

For now, I plan on actually drafting this fanfiction/AU properly, and I want to be sure it stays true to what I initially wanted. This was a passion project for me, until I got really burnt out on it, and I know a few people actually were invested in my work. I feel as if I didn’t present it well enough for those who really enjoyed it.

So, I will start drafting and altering things around. I plan on this fic staying SFW, per the creator of Welcome Homes wishes.

I plan on actually developing stuff properly, and making this something I’d really want to read as well.

In the future, if my page gets too messy, I’ll transfer the new fic, and the old to AO3, which, if that happens, I will share my tag.

•Wally:

•He’d just smile at you and chuckle slightly

•“I’m proud of you for having the confidence to tell me and I hoped you’d say that. . . I love you too neighbour”

•He would hold your hands and kiss them both

•He would give you a massive hug after the confession

•Howdy:

•Was working when you told him

•“You- Huh?! W-wait- say that again! There’s no way I heard you right surely you didn’t just say you love me- wait hold it that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same!”

•He’d be a mess

•Very apologetic for it sounding like he didn’t feel the same

•Eddie:

•Immediately wrote it down

•“I’m so glad you said that- I keep planning too confess to you but then I keep forgetting and it’s too late by then- oh I’m rambling aren’t I? Well uh I suppose I should say I love you too but I’m sure you already figured that out heh-“

•Awkwardly laughed and apologised for not giving you an immediate answer

•Started writing you love notes everyday considering how busy he is

•Barnaby:

•Thought you were joking at first

•“Wait- you actually mean it? Well that’s wonderful! I feel the same way!”

•Gave you a massive hug and went on and on about how he was planning on doing the same thing

•You’re spending the rest of the day with him you don’t get a say in it

•Frank:

•Was very surprised when you confessed

•“I. . . You. . . Damn you beat me to it. . . I was planning on doing the same thing later on today”

•Told you about how he had a whole romantic thing planned

The two of had decided on a quiet evening in, a sleepover. Howdy had originally wanted to take you out to another restaurant, but after talking about it both of you decided to have an evening inside.

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked, turning from the chill of the open fridge to look at Howdy. He at a stool at the kitchen island, nursing a glass of milk with a cookie dunked in the milk.

"Didn't I tell you no milk and cookies until after dinner?" Your voice was teasing yet stern as he put the soaked cookie in his mouth, his tongue stuck out to catch the stray drips of milk. He smiled and shrugged, his upper set of arms up in an I surrender, but I'm not sorry sort of way. His other pair of hands made quick work of putting the cookies and milk away, probably for later.

He cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. His bottom set of arms were fiddling, rolling the hem of his shirt between his fingers. "Sorry?" He mused, grinning with yellow tinted cheeks.

You grinned and sighed, turning back to fridge. "What do you want for dinner?" You asked again. Howdy hummed and walked over, crossing the room in only a few strides. He looked over your shoulder, one hand on the fridge door, another on your shoulder and one on your waist. His final hand was on his hip, his antennas shifting a little as he thought.

He paused and lifted his hand from the fridge door, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head back so you'd look at him. "What about lasagna?" He quipped, his chest rumbling against your head as he spoke though you barely registered it. You hummed, your face scrunching up in thought. "Eh, maybe. Macaroni 'n hotdogs? Just lookin' for somethin' simple." You put in, looking up at him to see his reaction.

Howdy hummed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, "Sounds good to me, Dove."

You looked up at him, expression blank, before a grin curled your lips, and you giggled. "Dove? Where did that one come from?" You took pride in watching as his cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously, "Just felt right, and well," he paused, glancing at the wall before looking back down at you, a warm smile on his lips, "it means 'gentle or innocent person' and you're my love, so."

You snorted, unable to help the wide smile on your lips as you pushed his side. "That's so cheesy!" You groaned, feeling a warmth in your chest as he pretended to be moved with your shove.

He huffed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him, lifting you to be level with him. "Only cheesy for you, Dove," he murmured with a cheeky smirk.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "You're lucky you're cute, you know that right?" you said, pretending to be unamused, yet a smile tugged traitorously at the corners of your lips. You kicked your legs, a vain attempt to make him set you down.

He chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle your nose in am Eskimo kiss. "So are you! Like a sweet, cuddly thing," he teased, that glint in his eye that said he liked watching your cheeks get warm. He hoisted you up, crossing his lower set of arms under your bum as he held you up.

You huffed, sticking your tongue out at him. You watched as he glanced away from you, perking up slightly. His antenna shifted, tilting towards the living room. His grin widened into a smile.

"Howdy, what are you planning?" you asked slowly as he took two slow steps towards the couch. "Howdy?" You asked again ehen he didn't respond. In mere seconds, you were falling and watching him smile like a cat who got the cream.

You landed with an umph on the couch, a throw pillow under your head, another falling off the couch. As soon as you tried to sit up, you fell back down, Howdy’s weight settling on you like a blanket. You watched, amused, as he nuzzled your stomach before blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you squeal and push his head away.

He laughed, loud and joyful. He moved his head away from your belly, instead resting his chin on it, looking up at you with gentle eyes.

"I love you," he murmured softly, like a gently spoken secret.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. It always did when he said it, but it felt like it skipped two now. You smiled back, lightly pinching his nose as you responded woth your own low whisper, "I love you too."

____ Reacting To You Holding Their Hand

All of this is intended to be romantic but can be seen as platonic!

Wally: - Doesn't let go and will NOT. - He adores rubbing his thumb over yours - Wally gets all pouty when you have to let go - If you two are walking around he leans against you while clinging onto your hand

Howdy: - He casually accepts it and just lets you hold onto him and continues working - Isn't 100% into PDA but doesn't decline cus' he just adores you - His hand absolutely dwarfs yours and finds it cute - Giggles about it later to himself

Barnaby: - His paw pads honk which constantly makes you give small squeezes to his hand - Scoops you up without letting go of yours - His lil' claws accidentally scratch you by accident and he always apologizes profusely about it - Definitely shows off the fact you guys hold hands

Eddie: - Fawns about it and does that cartoony collar pull because of how blushy he is - He stops running just for you but still speed walks - Easily gets embarrassed about the hand-holding - Daydreams about the next time you two get this opportunity!

Frank: - They're honestly a bit surprised at the gesture at first but grows to just nod along - He doesn't stop whatever task they're doing, just continues - Nonchalant about it but appreciates it quite a lot - Also leans against you if he can

Julie: - Squeals and hugs you tightly - 100% boasts about it to everyone else - She stims with her free hand, giggling and laughing with joy - Lets out an 'awww' noise when you have to leave

Sally: - Acts like she doesn't enjoy it at all - She goes 'hmph!' and then proceeds to clutch your hand with so much strength - Treats you like royalty and she's the knight - She loves loves LOVESS how warm your hands are in hers, makes Sally all giddy!

Poppy: - Also engulfs you into a warm hug! - Hand holding with her is a bit odd due to.. Wings.. But the both of you make it work! - She starts rambling on and on about how she loves you and calls you various pet names - Covers her beak with her other wing to hide her joy

Howdy Pillar x Reader

Warnings: tickling aghahbg, howdy uses his many hands for evil lol, kissy kissy fluff yuhhh, I was gonna scrap this fic n don't wanna look at it anymore so it may have mistakes lol

You and Howdy bake a batch of cookies together, and it is quickly learned how impatient you are.

“And there we are!” 

Howdy placed the sheet of cookies on the stove top, shutting the oven. Two hands rested on his hips, the other pair crossed over his chest, puffed with pride.

 “They look perfect!” He grinned. “Surely because of your help, of course!” He hummed, nudging you gently as you ogled the freshly baked treats.

“They smell so good,” is all you could utter. 

You were so tempted just to grab one of the ooey-gooey pastries, despite the fact it would more likely than not immediately fall apart. Howdy could sense this oozing desire.

“Now, don’t go burning yourself. I know that look of temptation in your eye,” 

Your gaze met his, your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You flashed a sheepish smile, slumping.

“They just look so tasty…” you sighed dreamily, eyes returning to your awaiting prize. The two of you had put so much work into making them. Howdy made a great mixer with all those arms! Made for easy cleanup, too!) How could you not want to test a sample?

“They’re not quite ready yet. Just a little longer, bug,” he assured, watching your hands clench in and out of fists with resistance, finding it to be nothing less than amusing. 

“No touching, okay? I’m just going to run these eggs we borrowed back to Sally, then I’ll be right back!” one of Howdy’s hands set on your back as he moved around you to grab the carton. 

“No touch,” he pointed a finger at you, squinting playfully as the others rested on his hips. He repeated, “I’ll be right back. I’m sure they’ll be cooled by then. Just wait for me,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up!” You laughed, pushing him along towards the door. 

With a final promise he would return quickly, Howdy was off, leaving you and the cookies alone. Unsupervised…

And man, it was tempting. It really, truly was. You looked over your shoulder at your foe on the stove, glaring. You’ll be mine soon…

You stole a glimpse at the clock, exhaling dramatically. The two of you had already tidied up your mess while waiting for the timer, so what were you to do now? Admire your wondrous creations from afar?

Unable to come up with anything else, that’s quite precisely what you did. 

Your elbows rested on the countertop, chin on top of your hands. The sweet aroma wafted through the house, a gentle breeze flowing in from the open window.

Tick, tock, tick, tock 

The steady click of the clock made time feel like it was moving extra slow. Each second dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Huh. You had less self control than you thought…

Your fingers drummed against the counter. Your toes tapped against the floor. Your eyes darted between the cookies and clock again. Come on, Howdy, what was taking so long?

Another hefty sigh escaped you. A look at the clock, a look at the cookies. Just one couldn’t hurt, right? It was Howdy’s fault you were waiting an eternity!

Despite the slight pit of guilt in your belly, you reached toward the sheet, knowing the satisfaction of the cookie would fill that pit right up. Finally, it was yours!

A hand grasped your wrist, an arm looping your waist.

“Ah-ah-ah,” 

 Whelp, spoke too soon. You tried!

“What do you think you’re doing, you little stink bug?” Howdy hummed, amusement dripping from his tone as he turned you around to face him. Ah. Trapped between him and the counter. Not a good place to be for what you reckoned the consequences to your actions would be

“Come on!” You drew out, giving a pleading pout. “You were taking so long!” 

Please let you be spared, please let you be spared… it didn’t look too promising with the quirk of his brow and smirk he wore.

“I was barely gone five minutes!” He cackled with mirth. “And you know how I feel about thieves,” 

That smirk seemed much more threatening all of a sudden.

“No.” You eyed him warily, knowing exactly what was to come. “Don’t you dare,”

“I think you deserve some form of punishment,” he shrugged with a grin. His upper set of hands had taken yours into his grasp…

“Howdy…” You attempted to reason. “Please!”

No chance.

His fingers glided along your sides, digging into the carefully. You laughed and squirmed, begging for him to stop.

“You need to learn your lesson somehow!” He chuckled, pausing his attack to give you a chance to own up to your actions. “Will you try to defy me again?”

You only giggled, body twisting away with what you knew would come after your response. 

“You’re asking for quite a lot there, mister…” You really weren't doing yourself any favours, were you?

His fingers returned to their attack, poking and jutting into your sides.

“Okay, okay, okay! I yield!” You cackled, the pitch to your voice fluctuating. To your pleas, Howdy paused.

“Have you learned?” He eyed you warily.

“Yes,” you panted out with a grin. “Yes, I have learned.”

“Well, I think you owe me an apology,” he said, “some compensation, you know?” He smiled innocently, earning a roll of your eyes. His hands had found your waist, the two that had trapped your hands trailing to rest on your sides.

“Yeah, yeah. Close your eyes, there, big guy,” you played along, a hand cupping his face. Once his eyes were closed, though, you made your move.

Your free hand snuck to the stove top, snatching up a treat.

“Mm,” you hummed in delight as you took a bite, 

“Why, you deceiving little–”

“Have a taste!” you grinned, pulling him in for the smooch you knew he desired. It took him by surprise, but he was not opposed. 

When you pulled away, you snickered softly at the shock on his features.

“We did pretty good, right?” You flashed an innocent smile, taking another bite.

“I’ll forgive you this time,” he grumbled, cheeks pink and a playful glare on his face. “But you’re a little scoundrel sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

howdy!! I hope you liked this lil oneshot B) this is just something to fill in some space so I can hopefully have some more time to try to get ahead again on wally stuff. I was going to scrap this fic, its been in my docs for like a week and a half or two, n I'm not the biggest fan, but maybe I've looked at it for too long. I'm not sure if I'll write for howdy again, this may be all I've got in me for him, but I hope you enjoyed it B) here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

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In many ways it was love at first sight despite how heartbreaking the scene was, Howdy didn't hesitate to pick you up from where you were left, swaddled up to keep your wings secure and leave him shocked when first changing you out of the dirt covered cloth

Howdy would've adored you no matter what, he loves kids and can handle them rather well, the fact that you both are insects makes him feel closer to you than being your father itself could. He might not have the wings you do but he certainly has learned about them and can't wait to teach his kid as well