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𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟞 - Shy!Paintbrush x Fem!Reader

Requested by: MoonsObjects

𝔸/ℕ: 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕕𝕖!! 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖!! ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒! ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒

Paintbrush sighed, plucking a loose seashell from their bristles. Wincing, they look back at the vessel crashed into the sand. Poor boaty, never had the chance to be a main character. Their thoughts of sympathy were brought to a halt at the sound of Fan's voice, yelling in what seemed to be a game show host's voice. As Test Tube clapped, they got up, brushing all the sand off of themselves.

"I appreciate the devotion to the craft," They started, "but we're STRANDED."

And indeed they were, seeing as how they were surrounded by sand and water. Oh, joy. Now they'll never get to see the spoiled lemon concert.

Nickel piped up, dramatically complaining, "Not only stranded, we're stranded with BALLOON!"

"OH, COME ON." Balloon growled in response.

As Nickel turned to comfort Box, who he apparently thought was crying. Maybe he was. It's hard to tell when there's no indication that Box was alive whatsoever Anywho, Balloon replied with clear annoyance, which started up bickering between everyone nearby. Soon everyone was yelling something, except for themselves and OJ. The noise rang through the air, causing Paintbrush to cover their ears. It's too loud for them, their head started to ache.

OJ, seemingly noticing his friend's discomfort, decided to put an end to all this. "EVERYONE, PLEASE."

The arguing died down, as everyone looked to OJ expectantly.

"For ONCE, we're not actually on a reality show! So can we PLEASE stop the drama, for like, two seconds?"
Two seconds passed in silence, before a loud ding was heard. "Aaand, time! Great rehearsal everyone, you've outdone yourselves!" Wait, they recognized that voice-

Oh.

Oh Mephone, you BASTARD.

"Yeah, called it." Fan mumbled.

Their eye twitched. All of this, just for this fucking phone to show up again?! Ho boy, they were pissed. "Mephone, GET OUT OF HERE. We're on a VIP tour!" They yelled, throwing the ticket in his face.

The host chuckled, "Yeah, the Very Indecent Promise. And sure, it may be a doctored ticket, but it was for a great cause! After all, what would I have done without my all-star cast of favorites?"

They blinked, momentarily forgetting their anger. Them, a favorite? As other people spoke, they struggled to get words out. "Wow... me? Aha... a... favorite? Ahahahha-"

As OJ tried to walk away, dramatically yelling out when he's told that his Hotel will be without him for a while, their face started to burn. A... favorite, huh? Wow, that's... incredible, for someone as awkward as them.

But a loud explosion snapped them out of their thoughts, eyes widening in horror. "NOOOO, BOATYY!' They screamed, as Bow jumped out from the wreckage. Wait- Bow? Wasn't Bow dead?!

Geez, how weird can this get?!

As they struggled to wrap their head around all this, Mephone approached a large curtain, tugging on it to reveal a Clover. She cheered something in response, as the rest of the curtain fell over, revealing a whole cast of colorful characters. One in particular caught their eye, an (Object) chatting with a smaller blob of goo beside her. Her mouth was pulled back in a grin, and she seemed to be somewhat oblivious of what just happened. At least, until she glanced around, realizing that the curtain was down. Her eyes seemed to light up, arm raised in an over-excited wave.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!" She squealed, "Hi everyone!!"

The Spoon next to her rolled his eyes, "This introduction is a disaster, perhaps a reshoot is in order?"

The small Blueberry spoke up next, "No amount of reshoots can save us now...it's over." He droned.

"Don't think like that!" The pile of slime chimed in, "This situation's like- a melting ice-cream cone, yah! Sometimes you get it on your pants and you're like, 'Oh no, is the store closed? What if they're out of pants!?'-"

The (Object) glanced at Blueberry, seeing his expression slightly sour. Quickly, she dived in, trying to make the situation better. "-But then, you realize, the ice cream made your pants look awesome! And when you go back to the ice cream store, they give you a free cone because of how cool you look!" She finished, grinning down at Goo.

"...Fair enough." Blueberry responded.

Paintbrush stared in awe, a light dusting of red coloring their cheeks. Wow, she saved that little guy from so much awkwardness... and she didn't even stutter once! They didn't know people could be that good at talking... oh, how they wish that they could be as confident as her.

A few hours passed, after the disastrous first competition, and Paintbrush was on the same team as the (Object), who they now learned was named (Y/N). And... wow, Paintbrush thought OJ was good at leading the team, but she was even better. She kept everyone's spirit high, and she always looked so happy while doing it.

Now Paintbrush was sitting near the water, knees pulled up to their chest. It had been a long day, and they needed time to think. However, their alone time was interrupted by a rustle of leaves, and they whipped around to see (Y/N).

"Oh, hey Paintbrush! You doing okay? The team was worried about where you went, haha!" She chirped, smiling.

Their face grew warm, she remembered their name?? With all the people she talks to, it felt like she'd never remember anyone like them. But she did? No, no, she probably just remembers everyone's names, they're not special.

"Hey, what are you doing out here, anyway?" She sat down next to them.

They awkwardly looked over at her, trying their best to give her a confident smile. "Well- I just- uh, y'know- after everything that- uh- happened... today?-"

"-You just needed some time to think?" She finished for them, as they nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, I get that. I could leave if you want me to."

They flinched. "No, no no! I mean- you can- I want you to- uh... stay, please..." They pleaded awkwardly, stumbling over their words.

She chuckled. "Alright, if you say so." She scooted closer, leaning on them ever-so -slightly.

Their heart rate picked up, as they hesitantly placed their weight on her, resting their head on her shoulder. Hearing her chuckle, they felt their hand being held in hers, as they both sat on the sand. Maybe something good can come out of this...