#AHHHHHH MAN IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AU

[joffyworld]

AHHHHHGGGGGGG MY HEART THESE GAYYYSSSS AHHGGG

Okay okay so following on from the anon ask about pet peeves, what's Narinder and Lambert's favourite small traits about each other? The little things, the pet loves or whatever :3

Pet loves xD obv i will try to show everything as the story proggreses but i shall answer with what i have planned.

Narinder loves Lambert's voice and how high it can go when they are caught off guard or spooked. He loves their smile,laugh and how energetic they can get. He loves how fast their face can redden when he gets close to them. He loves how they jump to protect others from danger even though he always tells them to not do that. He loves the calm moments between them where they can just discuss things and he loves that they have never gotten scared of his third eye. He loves their smell and their wool, so much so he can get lost into their hugs.

Lambert loves that Narinder makes them feel like they are the only one that matters sometimes. They love that even though he is a king, he doesnt hurt the common folk and tries to make his people live and die in peace (as much as he can). They love his red eyes that always looks at them maybe a little too much. They love it so much they rip multiple of his veils off of his face. They love the little noises he makes when he wakes up and how strongly he wraps his arms around them. They love it when his stoic facade falls and acts silly. They love it when he gets jealous and acts like nothing bothers him. They love it when his tail wraps around them. They love whenener they touch him, he leans into it completely. They love it when they are out of sight and he keeps looking for them like a lost kitten.

And i love these idiots ❤️

[qmorningcrew]

dump all your ideas abt ur summer camp au i want to hear it

ahhhhhh first of all anon ily <333

here’s my ideas for the summer camp au so far :)

- it’s called quesadilla summer camp (im so creative lmao)

- the camp was created on an experiment. if it went well, they would implement the plans on a larger scale. (what’s the experiment? it’s assumed it has something to do with crossing the language barriers but no one actually specifies)

- all participants get college scholarships

- but the whole thing is really badly executed? like it just does not have the set up or functionality of a normal summer camp

- there’s just very little supervision or guidance

- the camp is run by some version of the duck, and they’re very uninvolved which leads cucurucho and zero to just Not Care.

- counselors are rubius, cucurucho, and the code entity

- the code entity goes by zero

- zero really doesn’t talk but they all learn pretty easy it’s how fucking awful of an idea it is to piss them off

- cucurucho and zero are they/it besties

- rubius is the same age/around the same age as the campers, cucurucho and zero are older

- sometimes one the campers walks into their cabin and sees an entirely new person in their cabin, which is normal. they switch cabins constantly

- the first week people just keep. randomly wandering off. “where’s wilbur?” two hours later wilbur walks out of the woods with a rock. (not even like a cool rock. it’s just a normal fucking rock)

- phil’s the mom friend. but he’s still a disaster. he’s just the only one with any shred of responsibility. he’s also just got an aura of trustworthiness that makes everyone trust him with their problems

- fit is just. so chill

- he also just? always has what you need? “yeah sorry it’s a bit hot in here, a screw that seemed important fell out of the fan earlier so we haven’t turned it on yet” “oh! i think it’s in here- nope screwdriver’s in the left pocket, where did you say the screw was?”

- dan just kinda disappears for a bit? cucurucho tells the campers he went on vacation but they don’t entirely believe them. dan comes back a little different.

- spreen is always either starting chaos or nowhere to be found

- quackity manages to keep putting himself in the middle of like every problem whether he’s involved or not

- however charlie pretty much is always involved

- luzu is had DID and arin is an alter

- luzu does know about arin but he was just diagnosed and is still figuring it all out

- roier flirts with everyone (except jaiden, he respects her boundaries)

- wilbur brought his guitar with him and sings at the campfire some nights

- charlie only joins in on the meme songs

- jaiden finds the most. random shit. “hey guys i found $20 stuck to the bottom of the picnic table with a piece of gum” “oh dude look! a patch of four leaf clovers!” “woah look at this cool bottle cap i just found!”

- maximus is a conspiracy theorist but in like a, hey this actually genuinely makes sense kind of way

- bad is terrified of spiders

- he saw one in the bathroom of his cabin and was completely moved in to a different cabin within seven minutes

- roier finds this hilarious

- foolish and vegetta are dating. no one knows how they got together or when they got together. if you ask either of them, you’ll get two completely different answers

- the brazilians join two-ish weeks in

- they all arrive together in a bus together and have already formed a Friendship on the journey there

- the bus was almost set ablaze 4-6 separate times (depends on your definition on separate)

- there is an extremely done cucurucho driving the bus

- forever sees phil and immediately turns to tell felps how that is the man of his dreams

- mike and pac are inseparable. they’re just kind of always within the vicinity of each other.

- cellbit, bad, foolish, and maximus attempt to take over the camp together. it doesn’t go as planned.

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[chunhua-s]

congrats on your milestone event!!! id like to request for kita soulmate!au with angst to fluff genre 👉👈 yknow sumn rejection shit bcs im hopeless like that wehee once again congrats! and i love your writing style :3

anon you’re gonna make me cry 🥺 seriously i’m happy you enjoy my writing and that you think my style’s okay! most of the time i go off of what kind of feelings i get when i’m writing or the imagery that comes up in my head and i’m never sure that it translates well enough for you guys to feel or see the same thing. hopefully as i keep writing then i’ll be able to show you guys what’s on my mind better when i’m writing! thank you again for requesting — seriously, it means a lot! and like always, you guys, don’t be afraid to come and talk to me on and off anon! your interactions mean a lot, especially for content creators! we love hearing what you all think, what you like/dislike about our work, what you think of certain characters — absolutely anything! come and talk with us more whenever you can 💕

writing for kita feels calming somehow. normally the things that come up in my chest or my mind when i write gets nearly overwhelming if that makes sense? like i’ll have to pause and remind myself to breathe because it takes up so much of my attention that i kinda get lost, but with kita, it feels more flowey to me. it’s not demanding but more like a gentle coaxing kind of thing or like looking at the surface of a calm river. i was initially scared to write for him because i was worried i wouldn’t get him right, but i feel satisfied with how this turned out, i think. i hope you guys will find it as calming as i found it too! it might not be exactly what you wanted, but because i had already written the rejection of a person for atsumu’s soulmate oneshot, i wanted to play around with kita’s character and make it instead the rejection of a concept/idea? which would indirectly lead to him... you know, rejecting his soulmate initially, but— ahhhhhh it might make sense to just read it!! these rambles keep getting longer and longer :v i’m sorry for that!! please go ahead and read and tell me what you think in the end! 💕

NOTNING MORE THAN HUMAN ➽ KITA SHINSUKE x READER

genre: angst to fluff

au: soulmate

warnings: none

shinsuke kita is human.

and of course, that much is obvious. he isn’t a machine that’s incapable of feelings and emotions, whose heart is unfamiliar with melodies of an overwhelming joy, or the quiet hymns of deep rooted sadness. his skin still burns under righteous fury and anger, his tongue still weighs heavy under hesitance and silent worries. at the end of every long day, he’s still human.

it’s because he’s human that the words on his collarbone feel so heavy, as if they might cave into the bone and destroy him under their weight. it’s because he’s human that the sight of black markings in the mirror clouds his mind with a new kind of fear and worry. shinsuke kita is human, but he’s long since taught himself how to abandon anxiety and nervousness. he surrounds himself in familiar routines that calm the turbulent voices of doubt, he builds habits that ground him to the earth lest he should be swept away by the current. shinsuke has taught himself not to be afraid for the things that will happen everyday, but meeting his soulmate isn’t one of those things he can prepare for.

it’s a strange concept, he considers to himself. shinsuke doesn’t believe in words like fate or destiny, doesn’t care for the higher powers that should judge his actions. as far as he’s concerned, his own will is what dictates where his life goes — he’s in control, and that’s how it’s always been for him. let the gods watch, if they must, but he’s already decided that he’ll live by what is right, and he wouldn’t dare falter in the face of it. and yet — and it’s such a strange thing for him to do so — he pauses under the notion of a soulmate, of a destined partner who’s supposedly bound to him for as long as he should live. at first, he hadn’t given the idea much thought; it wouldn’t serve any purpose to worry about something that would happen whether or not he wants it, he decided. the truth of it is inevitable, just as the leaves must fall in autumn and the earth should be buried under clouds of white in winter. shinsuke is human — what more can he do but to accept it?

the black words that spread across his skin like droplets of ink became the bitter seeds of doubt that he hadn’t felt in a long time. it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it? the sentence by itself is so bland, like something maybe aran or anyone else might say to him in passing, and at first, it didn’t shake him too much, until he was caught one day under a sudden summer storm. seventeen year old kita somehow found himself stranded beneath a small shelter, where the wooden covering could protect him more than his umbrella until the rain passed. it was nearly unconscious, but he somehow found himself on edge, his breath faltered with the harsh pitter patter of rainfall that tumbled from green leaves and tore ripples from the surface of the lake. shinsuke kita found himself with a stomach full of butterflies and a thundering heartbeat that stole him away from solace and calm, cast the peace that he would so often carry with him away and left him stranded among chopping waves. every trembling breath he took stung on cold air and left him with a burning feeling on his lungs. it’s unfamiliar in its presence and shakes him to his core, but shinsuke kita is reminded of his own humanity when he realizes that what he feels, is anticipation and nervousness.

and it’s an odd thing. as he becomes aware of it, he finds himself twisting his fingers together during spring time; he worries his bottom lip between his teeth during unexpected showers. he feels like a child who stands in line to ride a roller coaster for the first time in his life — wide-eyed and drowning in the millions of feelings that race throughout his body. the feeling itself is nothing new, though it’s unfamiliar and intense in its ferocity and demand, seizes his heart and squeezes so tightly that whenever it rains, he’s left breathless.

it’s almost enough to drive him mad.

his very foundation seems to fall apart with the thunder that rolls across grey skies. for every drop of rain that hits the pavement, he finds himself a jittery mess as his heartbeat tears through his chest. the man who taught himself to abandon his fears reverts into the young boy who watched out for god, for the higher beings who watched his every move. and the thought that comes with every brilliant bolt of lightning burns him just as hotly, invasive and demanding when it flashes through his mind on a single, low whisper:

will you be happy?

shinsuke kita is human. he learns as he sees and lives as he’s learned, and what he saw growing up was that soulmates were bounded together till death do them part. a connection that’s set deep in stone, never to be erased by unforgiving weather and to persevere during the cruelest of storms. it’s an inevitable reality that the gods designed, so that mortals like himself should dance on stage and tell them a story. but shinsuke knows that not all these stories have a happy ending.

there are plays that end in tragedy and loss, those that only knew memories of pain and sang with death’s violin. man becomes the actor to a play that he has no choice in and dances on the puppet master’s strings, he surrenders control and gives himself up to the music, and he has no way of knowing the end of it until the curtains should fall. shinsuke has never been one to lay down his will, and yet, as winter melts once more into gray rain clouds and scattered showers, he’s reminded of his mortality, of the fate that’s been sealed away in the falling of rain. shinsuke kita is human, and so he must, like all men do, bend to fate’s will and never utter a word against her.

and for a long time, the sentiment caused him to completely reject the idea of a soulmate.

that feeling of helplessness that would wash over him with the rain turned into a bitterness that crushed his lungs between tightened fist. the acceptance of an inevitable waltz — whether it be to eternal happiness or to a cruel melody — turned into rebellious loathing that spat in the face of destiny. it’s entirely childish in its tale, like a toddler throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to give up his precious toy. that toy is his control, the power he had to live his life by his truth, not by that of a higher being. he’s human, after all, and humans are selfish and resentful by nature.

he finds himself with a heavy chest today, as well, as he waits for the pouring rain to subside. the small shelter in the middle of the garden park is familiar, and carries with it the memories of his epiphany, the one that created thunder storms in his once tranquil heart, and for that, he hates this place. the sound of the rain hitting the roof is like nails scratching against the chalkboard; the sound of droplets hitting the lake like an annoying whining that he can’t get out of his head. shinsuke curses this little pocket away from the world with all the childish anger in the world — let it be damned that doing so wouldn’t change anything. for once, he let himself go on a petty grudge against the universe, and against that looming stage and its heavy curtains.

it’s nearly faint, but he picks up on the patter-patter of footfalls that quickly approach him, and he turns bronze coloured eyes to find your rain-drenched figure running for shelter under the little gazebo. you’re out of breath by the time you make it underneath, letting out an exhausted and frustrated sigh as you press your hands to your knees, and shinsuke finds himself sympathizing with the way you bitterly push your hair from your face. you’re an ordinary office worker, from what he can see; you’ve hidden what looks to be a messenger back beneath your coat, leaving you to tremble in a thin button-up. this day’s downpour had been sudden, unexpected as spring would soon surrender to the approaching summer, and he imagines that he would have been in a similar position as yourself had he not packed his umbrella beforehand.

a silence settles over the both of you that’s only broken by the heavy rain, but the presence of it is so soothing that shinsuke finds himself breathing on a lighter air. suddenly the smell of petrichor turns sweeter, the melody of raindrops melting into a distant lullaby, and for the first time, shinsuke feels his heart melt under an indescribable sense of warmth despite the weather. and when your eyes turn to find his, a helpless grin on your lips, he feels that warmth explode under summer fireworks and coarse throhgh his veins like liquid lightning.

“it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it?”

for the second time in his life, shinsuke has an epiphany under the shelter in the garden.

he feels every bit of resentment vanish on a sudden gust of wind, one that sends raindrops splashing against his skin, but he doesn’t seem to notice. not when grey clouds suddenly reveal to him pillars of sunlight that embrace your figure and makes you glow against a background of green leaves. the rain turns into something sweet and enticing, and it suddenly gives shinsuke this unexplainable urge to grab your hand and dance with you underneath the pouring showers, where he can hear your voice ring out on chimes of laughter and innocent bliss. in mere seconds, he manages to let go of the dark clouds that he’d unintentionally harboured on his chest, he let them burst with the weight of anger and childish fury so that they would hit the earth on giant droplets of rain.

shinsuke kita is human — he’s imperfect, mortal. he feels and he thinks and he speaks what’s on his mind. he can hate, and he can love: he can make that decision on whether or not to hold useless grudges and to curse a destiny he can’t change, or to welcome that inevitability with the willingness to learn and grow.

today, as he stands beneath a wooden shelter, hiding from the heavy rains, he decides to stretch his hand out and let the water hit his skin.

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[artemiseamoon]

@yourlocalspacewitxch Okay, so, I wanted to give this a proper response because you are awesome and hype me up even more than I already am to write this fic. I will tell you again, your responses give me life and make me so happy when I read them. I know long responses take so long to do, and I want to thank you for that, I know it is no easy thing.

the meta-parallels - it's so funny b/c I didn't realize how much i do that until your comments, then i went back and was like "oh i do - do that" lol, so fun.

Calderoni - yessss same, when he first appeared in S1 I was like this guys gonna be interesting but there was zero thirst present. THEN, upon rewatch, esp in S2 i was 👀 looking, just a little, but in denial about it. Then i had to fully accept on rewatch number (redacted) that he is zero-fucks given husky bae and yes, i want some of that even if nothing about his immediate appearance matches what i go for. over the rewatches, i also started to understand his perspective more too, so it's no surprise this story finally came to life

Slate - yessss i'm obsessed, i wish that was my nickname, i wanna be Slate, i'm jealous of my own OC and also want to be her best friend

Slate and Ossie - totally homies, homies to the max and im now deeply longing for more adventures between them. I may, for my emotional health, need to do an Au oneshot where he lives and they get to make more memories

🎶Easy lover - would be the perfect song for the underlying tension lol, and as you so wisely said, Calderonis cool ass is playing it 1000% cool and Slate is pulling on every ounce of strength she has bc yeah, that happened and now she's gotta act normal. His mustache! omg yessss! That comment took me out. from her POV, even if she has a good poker face, it's like "now i have to look at this man like i didn't sleep with him"

Calderoni grabbing her up - yesss same, i feel the same with what you said there. Sweep me up please husky bae, that man knows what he wants and is wasting zero time. I have this headcanon that he's a mix of passionate/ dominant and soft. and all about aftercare, so its not just the act with him, he's gonna take care of you and bask you in softness after. and with the stress of this mans job, he lets it outttttttt in the bedroom. ultimate stress relief.

the danger level - I LOVE that you pointed this out, because YES! This is so freakin dangerous, the fact they were even at that same bar and interacted in public, dangerous. ANd it's one of the things that really compels me about this match, and the idea of a dea agent being the one who gets involved with him. The danger element is huge, and I bow to you, because thank you for noting that and commenting on it. PLUs the illegal task force element, yeah, this could blow up in their faces in so many ways, and the danger of it all is fully a turn on for both of them because they're like "yeah we could get killed, but this time next week?" lol (it helps when he's got a place in his pocket he can use safely to get his Slate lovin in) cause this man wants more, who cares how dangerous it is

Leyenda and Calderoni - EXACTLY! they were both being duplicitous and that turned into a shit show. And yes, Calderoni fucked him over but also, the man had to maintain his cover - its so tricky and layered! that's another reason I wanted to write about it, and focus on this part of the story for my story bc its not simple, there is no clear cut good or bad guy in the decision making. I love how complicated the whole thing is, the angst level is just ahhhhhh

Slate going to help while Daryl is like "stay your ass right here" - lol yes, she was 1oo% not going to let them do that alone, but at the same time, I was thinking "girl stay with Daryl" but i also think the whole thing would not have been as traumatic for her if she wasnt on the ground with them, and didnt have to see Amat and Ossie die with her own eyes. Danilo was already dead by the time she arrived. And the trauma of it all plays a huge part in her life in the coming months, and her what-are-we dance with Calderoni

Calderoni and Amat - im still crushed over this, CRUSHED, and still will never forgive Calderoni, yet i do understand he had to maintain cover- still, fuck him lol (did i create Slate to also deal with my own emotional reactions? very possible)

Calderoni to Walt - i LOVE that conversation, i had to use it, had to :) Slate was def battling with shooting Calderoni on the spot, she was this close. If it wasn't for the risk of a crew running up on them, she could done it. "fuck him in a biblical sense" had me rolling lol

Calderoni's dialogue- i really need to get back to learning Spanish because i do want to learn it, but also i need to know what they are really saying. That aside, for this and flashback scenes i do use a lot from the show, but i'm glad the non-show parts still sound like him :) PS your comments on guys on the job and what they really look like, yes 100%

( i too am a sucker for dark hair, dark eyes and cool under pressure)

you comment on the ending - totally, thats shit is so draining and exhausting, Slate just needs to be cuddled on the couch by her is this my man- or is it not Comandante.

ps: you are awesome :)

It wasn’t supposed to be this

A narcos mx one shot | Calderoni x f agent*

Words: 6,200 | read on A03

* read as an OC / her nickname is Slate and I did image her in her mid to late 30s OR read as a RC. I use ‘she’ not ‘you’

An: I made an exception and posted this in full, since I don’t think there anymore than 2 or 3 of us who crush on him. Anyway, I’m going back to my system after this, just previews on tumblr. This one shot is just the exception.

Warnings: violence, mention of injuries and blood, drinking, vague sexual content, drug traffickers, character deaths, lots of angst

Narcos disclaimer: I fully understand how sensitive all this is, which is why I struggled with writing for the show or not. But, I do, and I enjoy it so don’t plan to stop anytime soon. The show is naturally a very real trigger, so off the bat, you are triggered, block the narcos tag. I’m only one of many who write for this show (I blame the actors, it’s their fault, they charmed us). Filter the tag and save yourself and the writers unnecessary exchanges. Criminals, drug traffickers, drugs, really bad people who hurt so many are talked about in this show. In writing these little stories I’m not trying to erase that or gloss it over. Now that I’ve said my peace, remember it’s fully your choice if you continue and your fault if you get upset not mine. Last, if you don’t like the fic/story just move on. Plenty of other things to read. Don’t waste my time. Plenty of other fics around.

The full realization of what happened last night hit during the shower. She drank a lot; this job is stressful, and she usually limited herself to one beer or one drink as a calming agent for a few reasons; to keep in control and to avoid letting her defenses down.

Last night, she lost both those battles and ended up in bed with the Calderoni. Slate couldn’t put her finger on why she was drawn to him. They didn’t trust him, she didn’t either he’s not even her usual type but there was something about him.

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[themomentofdavyprentiss]

gdamn I thought I was over zutara but then i see all these zutara posts from you on my dash and suddenly im 30K deep in a 107K zutara fic with no chance of sleep tonight...*sigh*

AHHHHHH OH MY GOSH THAT’S ME AS FUCK OKAY IM GOING TO TELL YOU A STORY BECAUSE I FEEL YOU SO MUCHOkay so I first watched ATLA as a kid. The first episode I watched was “Tales of Ba Sing Se” and I fell in love. I watched a couple other episodes out of order, but one weekend they had a marathon of all the previous episodes and that was when I ‘caught up’ and started watching with the show. I was seven or eight and loved it. I remember as a kid being disappointed that Zuko and Katara didn’t kiss but at that point I really liked Maiko (I still love Mai as a character today, don’t get me wrong) so I was okay. Fast forward to my freshman year of highschool, and 14 year old me decided to rewatch the show. Oh. Boy. The Zutara feelings POURED IN. I WAS OBSESSED. IT CONSUMED MY LIFE. At that point I didn’t read fanfiction but man I poured myself into every piece of meta and every fanwork I could. How could I not ship it? I was a 14 year old girl who saw so much of who she was and who she WANTED to be in Katara, and was already in love with Zuko from my eight year old mind. So that kept me occupied for a couple months. I eventually moved on to other fandoms and it slipped my mind. I always shipped it in the back of my mind, but I didn’t think about it that much. Then Tumblr attacked. So this past December, I was just minding my business scrolling through tumblr when someone I follow reblogged this photoset of a Pride and Prejudice AU for Zutara. I loved it and reblogged it. A couple days later, I saw a Zutara blog on my ‘recommended’ page. I had this moment of realization. I was like “Oh shit no.” I had gone three years without thinking about it. Without letting it consume me. But I just KNEW if I clicked on that blog there was no going back. I was about to dive headfirst into Zutara hell again. I have yet to recover. AND THE FANFICTION MY GOSH. I’VE BEEN READING ALL OF IT. A L L OF IT. I’VE SPENT WEEKENDS DOING NOTHING BUT READING EVERYTHING THAT SOUNDS VAGUELY INTERESTING. I’VE READ UTTER G A R B A G E. YOU DON’T KNOW PAIN UNTIL YOU READ ABOUT ZUKO IN SKINNY JEANS SERENADING KATARA WHILE A PART OF THE ATLA VERSION OF NSYNC (I’m not making this up. I actually read a fanfiction where before the coronation, Zuko ran into his old buddies from 'The Blue Spirits’ and they convinced him to go on stage with them. He was wearing skinny jeans because the Fire Nation was bringing them into style. I also read a particularly awful one which started out okay, and then I found that the stories Katara went 'Ghetto’ and talked 'ghetto’ when she was upset or really passionate about something. My god, the horror). I feel like I’ve been doing a much better job of containing it this time. While I’ve increased the amount of zutara (and atla in general) posts on my blog, I still have a semblance of a normal life. However I also have a masterpost of my favorite Zutara fics in my drafts right now that won’t stop growing. ALSO WHICH FIC ARE YOU READING? EITHER A) I’VE READ IT AND I DEFINITELY WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT OR B) I *HAVEN’T* READ IT AND WILL START TONIGHT BECAUSE YOU AREN’T IN THIS ALONE, BUDDY.

[joffyworld]

AHHHHHGGGGGGG MY HEART THESE GAYYYSSSS AHHGGG

Okay okay so following on from the anon ask about pet peeves, what's Narinder and Lambert's favourite small traits about each other? The little things, the pet loves or whatever :3

Pet loves xD obv i will try to show everything as the story proggreses but i shall answer with what i have planned.

Narinder loves Lambert's voice and how high it can go when they are caught off guard or spooked. He loves their smile,laugh and how energetic they can get. He loves how fast their face can redden when he gets close to them. He loves how they jump to protect others from danger even though he always tells them to not do that. He loves the calm moments between them where they can just discuss things and he loves that they have never gotten scared of his third eye. He loves their smell and their wool, so much so he can get lost into their hugs.

Lambert loves that Narinder makes them feel like they are the only one that matters sometimes. They love that even though he is a king, he doesnt hurt the common folk and tries to make his people live and die in peace (as much as he can). They love his red eyes that always looks at them maybe a little too much. They love it so much they rip multiple of his veils off of his face. They love the little noises he makes when he wakes up and how strongly he wraps his arms around them. They love it when his stoic facade falls and acts silly. They love it when he gets jealous and acts like nothing bothers him. They love it when his tail wraps around them. They love whenener they touch him, he leans into it completely. They love it when they are out of sight and he keeps looking for them like a lost kitten.

And i love these idiots ❤️