#macadamia pd

She finished off with one last cartwheel on the tumbling mat before deciding maybe it was time for bed.

The sun had set hours ago, but she had persisted with her practice. After today’s slip up? That was embarrassing. Outright embarrassing. She had to make sure she was perfect. She had to be prepared for anything.

So Ghibli dragged her aching feet and slowly walked back to her room in the tent’s apartment, hissing each time with how sore her body was. Just how long was she practicing exactly?

Well, the show was in the morning.

She stepped into her apartment and threw her bags on the ground, too tired to even dress out of her performance attire, she immediately walked over to the bathroom sink and splashed some cold water on her face.

“Jeez, Ghibli, get a grip! You’re better than this!” The voice echoed in her head.

But it was only her own.

She.. often had nights like this. Whether it was a slip up in a performance, or she just didn’t do as well as she normally did, it would always get the best of her. And by gods did it get her bad.

“Get a grip.. Ghibli…” she stared blankly into the mirror. Hands on the counter, her eyes wide yet simultaneously.. tired. So tired. Tears forming in the corner of her eyes but she didn’t dare break her stare.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you-”

A knock at the door.

“Hey, Ghib?” 

It was Macadamia. Ghibli rubbed the daring tears out of her eyes and splashed some more water in her face, hoping to clear up the red even a little bit. Grabbing the towel next to her, she scrubbed so hard to dry it off, it probably wouldn’t matter if her face was red originally cause it sure was about to be now. Meanwhile, Macadamia let herself in through the door.

“Ghib?”

Ghibli pulled the towel off her face, her expression blank for a second as she looked at Macadamia, but it clicked what to say. “Oh, hey! Em-” She let go of the towel and let it fall back on its hook. “Just washin’ my face! Nightly routine, y’know? I was just about to-” She gestured with her thumb behind her where the mirror was, her eyes following, under a certain embrace pulled her back to focus.

“Ghib..” Macadamia caressed her cheek with her thumb. “You’re beating yourself up again, you know you are.” 

Silence fell between them. Ghibli’s arms now laid limp by her sides as her eyes’ gaze turned down. Macadamia cupped her chin, lifting it back up to look at her trying to lighten the mood-

“Also.. you don’t have a nightly routine.” She chuckled. “And if you did.. why would you do it with your uniform still on?” She ended with a grin, hoping to bring some joy out of the smaller one. Ghibli let out a small snort before her gaze looked away again, the corners of her mouth turned down. Well that didn’t work.

She sighed, “Ghib.. you’re always beating yourself up about somethin’.. somethin’ small.. something that don’t even matter! You gotta stop letting it get the worst of you, girl! It’s not pretty to-” “Don’t tell me when I’m not pretty.”

Macadamia’s eyes suddenly widened as her face full of shock. Ghibli finally looked in her eyes, but not with the expression she wanted. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyelights darted imaginary daggers that stung. She wasn’t upset often, not angrily.

She waved around for a second.. “I’m always pretty. I’m a perfect performer.”

And with Macadamia agape it was a blur how she reacted when she got thrown out of the room. And so, she stumbled back off to hers.

She didn’t like seeing Ghib upset. She didn’t like seeing Ghib mad. 

…

The night felt quieter than normal.

.

Macadamia finished her nightly routine, tying her hair in a bonnet, ready to lay back in her bed when she her a knock at her door.

And another.

And another, before she finally opened it. Slowly of course, to let it creak in suspense.. or more so just to annoy the impatient girl on the other side of the door. She knows who it is. 

So the door creaked open, and she looked down, and there sat Ghibli. Who was, probably a little more cheerful before coming over here. But what can she say? She loved to mess with her.

“I’m pretty.” She huffed.

“You’re pretty.” Macadamia smiled.

And, before she even got another word out, Ghibli practically busted through the (open) door.

“I’m crashing here for the night!” She started, crossing her arms and looking away. 

“Wellll…” Macadamia started, closing the door and walking up behind her. “If you’re going to sleep here, why not get you into something more… comfortable? Hm?” She chuckled, tugging at the ruffles on her neck. “Surely you wouldn’t want to.. sleep in your suit, would you?” 

Ghibli giggled back, “I suppose I wouldn’t…”

.

The two laid back on Macadamia’s bed, hand in hand. Ghibli had changed into a spare set of clothes Macadamia had in her closet, and the two were full of giggles.

It quieted down, but not for long, as Ghibli turned over on her side. “Hey Maca?” “Hm?” She turned to the other, trying not to break her face. 

Ghibli made a swirling motion with her hand, getting closer and closer– “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” boop! “love you!” And the two broke into another giggle fest.

Until Ghibli gasped, getting pulled at her waist into Macadamia’s embrace. She tried to wiggle out of it, to no avail, until- bam! Her cheek cupped with a free hand, pulled into a sweet sweet kiss.

Oh, they loved kissing. Macadamia’s lips always had the lingering taste of cherry.. just like that one song. Ghibli? Well, her lips were dry and honestly could use a bit of lip balm but Macadamia didn’t mind it. Maybe it didn’t technically feel soft, but it felt soft to them.

Aaaaand another! Bam! Bam! Bam! Ghibli was a hot mess, hypothetical kissy marks all over her face, and she couldn’t even squirm away from it! Macadamia had her pinned down at her waist.

But wow, was she FLUSHED! You could practically see her glow from a mile away! Gods, was she cute. And Macadamia had this all to herself.

Bam! Went another one, until she finally relaxed to let the giggle fest breath. The two caught their breaths, and Ghibli opened her eyes to look at the ones staring right back at from above her. So perfect.. so pretty..

Macadamia laid back down to the side of her darling and once again, pulled her close. But instead of an ambush this time, it was much more.. love-y. No trying to elicit responses.. no pinning down to the point the other wormed themself free.. just sweet sweet (and soft) kisses..

..until she was betrayed and pinned down herself.

Ghibli, now on top. Immediately went to work to get this ‘composed’ fiend out of her strong suit. Would she break at a kiss as easily as Ghibli? No. Was she tickling? Of course she was.

“Wait-” and the hands went down, “Wait NO– HA!” 

The girl squirmed below her, trying to break free, but the demon above her trapped her with her legs. “Wait- haha- quit it- Ghib!” She pushed the hands away but they just kept coming back. And wow.. she always forgot how light Ghibli’s fingers felt. Or maybe she was just really ticklish. But it really did feel like they were barely ghosting her body.

That’s fair.. Ghibli was trained after all. Trained to make her body feel as light as possible. It’s all about balancing body weight and yada yada that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is she’s STILL BEING TICKLED!

Macadamia finally got a leg free and kicked the fiend off her, toppling on top just to return what pleasure she owes. And with that, once again Ghibli was a hot mess.

Oh she was SO easy to fluster!

But, like everything here, they got tired again. Laying back down with their heads on the pillows, and the soft warm blanket on top of them. Not as warm as the fuzzy embrace from each other, though.