#But I'm sO FLUFFY AND MUSHY NOW THANKS TO ALL YOU GUYS

[cyybercyko]

! - Kokichi Oma x Super Sweet & Affectionate S/O - !

Hmhmhm . . Looks like the fluffy one won !!! I'm super excited for this one, gang ! And for all you who partake in the poll, thank you for helping me choose what to write ! You guys are the best ! For that, take this !

Kokichi Oma x Super Sweet & Affectionate S/O

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» Love ?! Bleh, that was a word Kokichi despised !

» Love is icky, mushy, sappy, and stupid !

» Yeah , yeah, he still denies it but when he meets you that feeling changed .

» But he likes to think love is mushy and weird .

» When you first met him— The only thought that rushed to your mind was :"He's so cute !"

» Compliments . Lots . . And lots . . . Of compliments . Sometimes, he'd blush a lot, and sometimes he'd embrace them .

» "Damn right I'm the best !" He'd giggle like a dork . This guy loves compliments , no matter how he takes them .

» His response can also be: "Huuuh ? You really think so ?~" As he'd smile, his hands behind his head , but his cheeks getting red . It was adorable to look at !

» When you two get closer, you demand cuddles .

» "Haaaah ?! Cuddles ?!?! From your Great Supreme Leader ?! I-I don't think so !" He stutters and stammers , obviously flustered at first .

» You sigh, "come on !! It's not weird , it's cute !"

» " Uh-uh ! Uh-uh !!!" He yells, rapidly shaking his head .

» Whether or not your S/O here is taller or shorter, you tackle him to the bed . Boom !

» He looked up at you, his head spinning from the impact as he lightly shook it . Or was it just the impact ?~

» "Jeez, S/O !! Why are you so meeeeaaaannn . . " He grumbled , looking into your e/c gaze .

» You giggled, now aside him . "Yeah, yeah, complain but I know you don't regret this , my cute lil supreme leader !~" you smirked, and he nuzzled into your chest .

» "H-hmph !" He blushed , he loved that nickname . It created this dumb, fluffy feeling in his chest . He still smiled and felt the need to hug you so much—

» He snuggled closer , but you could feel him shaking .

» "Nervous ?" You said quietly, your sweet voice ringing in his head , music to his ears .

» He scoffed loudly, but out of anxiousness it came out exaggerated . You could tell he was lying when he stuttered out, "Pfft ! As if, S/O ! I'm the ultimate supreme leader, remember ? I'm not nervous at all !"

» "Whatever you say , kichi . ." You snickered .

» The rest of the night was cuddles and warm snuggling with your gremlin little boyfriend .

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A/N : HOPE YALL GANG ENJOY THIS ONE !! 💗💗🙏🏼 this one was so fluffy, it's adorable !!

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~ this one was not a request btw, I posted a poll and this was the one that won !

Here's the poll btw !

[hard-core-super-star]

I JUST READ HONEYCOMB AND IT WAS SOO GOOD OMG THE IDEA WAS SO CUTE😭😭DO YOU MIND WRITING THE SECOND PART MAYBE WHERE IT SHOWS THE STAGES OF THEIR LIVES LIKE FROM DATING TO GETTING MARRIED HAVING KIDS ETC? WE’D LOVE IT!!

I ADORE YOUR WRITING IT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL LIKE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET😍😍🫂🫂 LOVE YA AND TAKE CARE!!<33333

you're my morning sun [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: a look through your fondest memories featuring your wife and the chaos that comes with forming a family.

warnings: literally just fluff; most of the story is told in flashbacks so the POV gets weird at times; so many cheesy moments; will i ever learn how to write endings? no.

wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: i'm sorry this took me so long to write but thank you for the request and for the kind words! i had no idea where to even START with this and i didn't hit all the points i wanted but i tried to make it as light and fluffy as possible. i don't know if it's become obvious by now but i've kind of been struggling to write for hailee so opening this mini-universe back up was a nice way to get back into the groove. hope you enjoy <3 [find honeycomb here if you haven't read it yet; once again the descriptions of the twins, as well as their names, are gender neutral so feel free to picture them however you want]

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The sound of soft giggles drifts out of the half-closed door and into the hallway. An affectionate smile plays at your lips as you approach, opening the door and finding your adorably mischievous children thumbing through the old photo albums sprawled across their bedroom floor.

“Where did you guys get those?” You ask. 

Two pairs of wide brown eyes look up at you and you can practically see the wheels turning in their head while they both try to come up with an excuse. You have a pretty clear idea of what said excuse will be and in no less than five seconds, you’re proven correct.

“Mom gave them to us!” A triumphant voice replies.

“Yeah!”

Their win is incredibly short-lived but you appreciate their attempt. “Is that so? And why would she do that when your bedtime was thirty minutes ago?” 

You’re met with more silence and you almost feel bad at the way they so quickly realize their mistake. The twins share a look before the more outspoken of the two attempts to win your favor. “Because she loves us…?”

The words make you laugh and it thankfully brings down the tension in the twins’ small frames. Maybe you should be mad but it is the weekend and if they’re okay with being tired in the morning then that sounds like their problem. (Okay, it’s going to be your problem when your wife finds out but you’ll deal with that later)

“When did you get so smart, little bee?” You push yourself off the doorframe and join the adorable brunettes on the floor. “So, what are we looking at?”

Both Charlie and Em attach themselves to your sides before they each point to a different picture. They’re both from the same day but one shows you hiding behind a cup of coffee while the other one shows Hailee in the middle of laughing at something that you can’t remember anymore.

“When was this?” The quieter of the two asks, staring up at you with eyes that look almost exactly like your wife’s.

“Your mom and I’s first date,” you reply with a gentle smile.

“Can you tell us about it?”

The question catches you off-guard even though it really shouldn’t. The twins adore both of you but they usually make faces whenever you and Hailee start being overly mushy with each other. Their curiosity has finally started to beat their, quite literal, childish response, though.

“Are you sure you guys can handle it?” You tease. “It’s a long story.”

They each make their own noises of displeasure at your playful words and you wrap an arm around each of their shoulders, pulling them close and bringing the photo album onto your lap. You’re certainly in for a long night but you can’t say you’re entirely mad about that.

You bring their attention back to the photo album before starting to tell your favorite story.

* * *

You’ve never been the biggest believer in the idea of right place, right time. It’s always felt like an oversimplification, one that goes hand in hand with the idea of love at first sight and the concept of fate.

Your friends say you’re a grouch, you just say you’re too realistic to ever fall for that type of capitalistic BS.

But, of course, you have to be proven wrong in the most ridiculous way possible.

It’s not enough that you’ve been frequenting the same coffee shop as the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen, no, you also have to end up at the same place, at the same god-awful time: rush hour. 

You’re crammed in some tiny booth in the most faraway corner you could find, mumbling under your breath while you write email after email to your procrastinating coworkers. You were supposed to be taking a break but there are far too many unchecked items on your to-do list and it’s not like you’re in the most relaxing of places anyway.

You’re in the middle of arguing with yourself about the order in which to tackle said to-do list when you’re interrupted by quite possibly the loveliest voice you’ve ever heard.

“Hey, sorry to bother but do you mind if I sit here?”

You look up from your laptop and allow the words to slip out before you can back out. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

The smile your words get is enough of a reward for your sudden confidence until sitting in front of each other turns into an easy conversation which turns into exchanging phone numbers.

You’re not entirely sure how it happens, you just know when you finally leave the coffee shop, it’s with a spring in your step and the number of the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen saved on your phone.

You assume that will be the end of things (because why in the world would she ever give you a moment of her time?) but you end up being completely wrong. Only a few days go by before she reaches out, inviting you on a real coffee date. You’re so stunned it takes you almost a full hour to reply to her, an hour that you later find out was the cause of more than a few panicked texts to her brother.

There’s a lot of panic on your part too, although yours is mainly due to having no clue what to wear or how to act on a date with someone like Hailee. Saying you’re nervous is an understatement and you end up arriving late because you wanted to bring her flowers but couldn’t find an open shop nearby.

You rush into the coffee shop ten minutes late, a string of apologies flowing from your lips and a small velvet box clutched in your hand. 

The brunette’s response is nothing like what you were expecting. Instead of laughing at you or being upset, she merely stares at the box, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “What is that?” 

“Oh, I, uh, well, I wanted to bring you some flowers but I could only find a jewelry shop so…” You trail off before you can embarrass yourself further, choosing instead to hand over the box to her and face the consequences of your actions. 

Turns out, the consequences aren’t bad, you’re just too much of a mess around Hailee and her adorable smile to be able to handle her reaction. 

“You’re kidding,” she says once she opens the box and sees the small bumblebee charm hanging from the silver chain. “This is so thoughtful, thank you. Help me put it on?”

You’re pretty sure your heart stops right then and there but you agree nonetheless. Your legs wobble a little as you walk behind her, gentle hands moving her hair out of the way before clasping the necklace together.

It’s strange how right being with her feels despite the nerves and the way your heart pounds in your chest. 

You didn’t know it then but you were already head over heels in love with Hailee Steinfeld and her soft brown eyes.

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The ending of your story earns you yet another groan from the tiny brunettes. You open your mouth to make fun of them when your wife’s voice stops all three of you in your tracks. “Why did no one invite me to this party?”

“Apparently you’re the one responsible for it,” you reply. “A little bee told me you gave them the photo albums.”

“Weird.” She makes a face designed to make the twins laugh. “I don’t remember doing that.”

“Mom!” They complain in unison, causing both of you to laugh this time.

Your hands reach out for Hailee and she instantly complies with your silent request. She settles onto your lap, her back fitting perfectly against your chest while you rest your chin on her shoulder.

“How far did you get?” She asks, her eyes scanning the pages filled with random photos and scraps of paper.

“I was just wrapping up the story of our first date.” 

“Did you include the part where you showed up half an hour late?” The teasing tone in her voice makes you smile but you decide to be dramatic anyway. 

“It was ten minutes!”

The room falls into a chorus of laughs at your offended response and you bask in all the love and joy your family brings you. Maybe it was a mere coincidence or maybe it was fate but there’s no denying meeting Hailee changed your life forever.

“So, what’s next?” Em asks, shifting closer to the brunette while she flips through the rest of the photo album.

“You wanna take this one?” You ask your wife with a warm smile.

“Oh, yeah. But I’m telling the real version.”

“Little bumblebees, today is the day you find out your mom is a liar.”

“y/n!”

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1059: Group of Friends (Epithet Erased)

3:34 p.m. at Sweet Jazz City's Boardwalk........

Phoenicia: (Gasps Loudly and Eyes Sparkled at What is in Front of Her) S-S-Sh-Sh-S-Sh

Trixie: (Sighs While Rolling Their Eyes) And Cue the obnoxious cuteness overload in 3.......2-

Phoenicia: (Happily Picks Up the Golden Sheep From Sylvie's Lap and Hugs It) SHEEEEEEEP!~

Trixie: Huh. A second early. Should be a new record.

Phoenicia: You can summon these bundle of cuteness at will?~

Sylvie: (Simply Nodded While Sitting Next to Molly on a Bench) As many as I want. Sheeps were my favorite animals growing up, so it wasn't too surprising that summoning them happens to be one of the abilities my epithet allows me to use.

Trixie: (Takes a Closer Look at the Sheep While Rubbing Their Chin) Not a bad ability you got there, doc. (Turns to Sylvie) Can they do anything besides being fluffy and cute? Or get adopted by sheep girl over here?

Phoenicia: I'm gonna name him Chuck!~

Chuck the Sheep: ('Bahhhhhh')

Sylvie: (Smiles Sheepishly) They.....don't really do much in terms of offensive attacks. B-But they can form together a pretty solid defense wall if I can summoning twenty or more of them.

Molly: (Smiles Brightly) They can even form a fluffy pillow and bed to nap on.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: SUCH MAGNIFICENCE!!~ (Clasps her Hands Together and Closes her Eyes) This is it. (Opens her Eyes Again) I cannot keep hiding my inner feelings any longer. (Points Up at the Sky With Full Determination Written All Over Her Face) TODAY IS THE DAY I SHALL POP THE QUESTION!!

Sylvie: I'm sorry, what now?

Molly: Oh no.

Trixie: (Covers Their Face Up In Pure Annoyance and Embarrassment) Stoooooooooppppp!....

Phoenicia: (Gives Chuck to Molly) Hold my baby boy for me, will you, Molly?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: (Gives her Best Friend a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Feenie, don't this.

Phoenicia: I shall and must! (Turns Away and Clears Her Throat Before Turning Back to Sylvie With a Lovely Dovey Look on her Face) Dr. Sylvester Ashling~

Sylvie: (Starts Getting Confused on What's Happening Right Now) Uhh...yes? Also, you can just call me Sylvie if you want.

Phoenicia: Lovely nickname, but that's beside the point. (Gently Grab Sylvie's Hand) Would you make me the happiest girl in the world and marry m-

Trixie: OKAY! I'm tired and grossed out by this! (Grabs Feenie by the Back of the Shirt and Pulls Her Away From Sylvie) Get over here!

Phoenicia: Flabbergasted by Trixie's Action) T-Trixie! What are you doing? Let go!!

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie) Not until you put your stupid, mushy love fantasies in a nearby tombstone!

Phoenicia: I will do no such thing!!!

The two girls starts bickering with one another while Sylvie and Molly watches in the mid distance.

Sylvie: Well.....that happened.

Molly: ('Sigh') Sorry you had to witness that, Sylvie. Feenie can get pretty dramatic when it comes to everything romance related.

Sylvie: (Turns to Molly With a Sheepish Smile) Oh no, it's fine, really. If anything, I'm just glad her and Trixie are taking a liking to me. (Grabs his Chin) At least, I hope they are.....

Molly: (Smiles Softly to Sylvie) They are. And you're doing great opening up and socializing with them so far.

Sylvie: Thanks. I'll try not to bore you guys too much on our time together.

Molly: (Pouts Lightly) Will you stop thinking bad about yourself? I don't find you boring at all.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: See? Even Chuck agrees with me.

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Look, I know you don't, but, well-

????: GREEEEETINGS, ONE AND ALL! FOR I, RICK SHADES, HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED!

Molly/Trixie: (Smiles Brightly at a Very Familiar Face Before Coming Over to See Him) Rick!~

Phoenicia: Our DEAR!!~

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Rick Shades?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: How have you been?

Phoenicia: (Happily Gives Rick a Hug) We missed you ever so!~

Trixie: Mr. Naven and that limo driver hasn't been boring you too much lately, haven't they?

Rick: (Happily Shakes his Head) Oh heavens no. I adored every moment I've spent with the both of them. Yoomy especially. She taught me how to drive a limo around the town a few days ago.

Phoenicia: Really?

Trixie: (Grins in a Gremlin Liks Fashion) Nice!

Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sounds fun. But uh...you...didn't get into too much trouble on the wheel, did you?

Rick: Oh not completely. Just a few accidents here and there which got me a speeding ticket, banned from ever stepping inside the vehicle without Naven's presence, and enrolled to a driving lessons class! Which bored me to tears everyday!

Trixie: (Gently Pats Rick's Back) I feel your pain, man.

Phoenicia: Oh come now. I think it's wonderful you're taking classes on how to properly drive.

Molly: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, maybe we can help you study when it's time for you to take the test. Ooh! Speaking of which.....

Molly turns back to see Sylvie lightly brushing Chuck's fur before calling out his name to come over to her and the others.

Sylvie: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up From the Bench While Holding Chuck in his Arms) Welp, time to go meet this Rick guy I guess. (Makes his Way to the Group)

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: Rick, I like to introduce to Slyvie. A friend of mines I made in the museum that night. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sylvie, meet Rick Shades.

Trixie: A wizard we found half dead by the shores.

Sylvie: Nice to meet you- Wait. Wizard? (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Half dead!?

Rick: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Been starved, dehydrated, and unresponsive for three and half days! On an unrelated note....(Looks Down at the Sheep Sylvie's Holding as his Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Who is this cute little fella?~

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: (Smiles Brighty) Chuckson Fleecity XVI, my pride and joy!~

Rick: (Turns Back to Feenie) You became a mother, Phoenicia? Congratulations!~

Phoenicia: Thank you. (Wipes a Single Tear From her Eyes) I've only known him for a day, but if anyone were to ever try to harm him, I will not hesitate to burn this entire city down to ashes including myself!~

Rick: (Let's Out a Hardy Laugh, Much to Everyone Else's Grimamce) How morbid yet so sweet! That sheep won't have any problems with you by his side.

Phoenicia: (Simply Nodded) That's right. (Happily Hugs Sylvie's Arm) And his existence to this world alone was all thanks to this handsome fellow I fell in love with!~

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie in Annoyance While Pulling her Away From Sylvie) Quit it with the delusional love fantasy, Feenie.

Phoenicia: Never!

Rick: (Turns Back to Sylvie) Ah, so you're the one responsible for creating this ball of fluff and cuteness.

Sylvie: (Hesitant to Give this Rick Shades Fellow the Full Details of his Abilities) Uhhh....Yes? I can create as many sheeps as I want. Among....other things.....

Rick: (Smiles Brightly) Splendid! I believe this amazing discovery calls for a handshake in friendship! (Pulls his Hand Out Towards Sylvie With a Smirk on his Face) Don'tcha think?

Sylvie watches the small bits of black electricity flickering around Rick's hand as he moves it back and forth with his eyebrows bouncing up and down and saying "Eh? Ehhhhh?"

He did remember Trixie saying he's a wizard of some kind, which admittedly peaks his interest of him slightly, but it didn't stop the young psychologist to feel a bit weirded out by his presence completely. Not to say he doesn't like him or anything of the sorts, he seems nice enough as it is so far. He just couldn't help but think that there's a whole lot more to this guy than he's leading himself on.

Before Sylvie could try coming up with something say, something that would excuse him from shaking the wizard's hand effectively, a voice suddenly chimes in and saves him all the trouble.

Molly: (Crosses her Arms at Rick With a Soft Glare on her Face) Rick, we talked about this. You can't keep coming off strong to every new person you want to be friends with.

Rick: Even those with epithets?

Molly: Especially those with epithets. It takes times and effort to form a lasting bond. (Places her Hands on Both of her Hips) And it won't truly start if you keep pestering people to shake your hand, now would it?

Rick: (Stares at Molly For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Yes, I suppose you do have a point there. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sorry about that, Sylvie, was it? I'm still working on how to make friends more properly. B-But I sincerely hope, from the bottom of my heart, that the both of us will be able get along as the day goes by.

Sylvie stares at the sincerely in Rick's eyes, under the shades he wearing before forming a small smile on face and nodded in agreement.

Sylvie: Thank you, Rick Shades. I hope we can get along too. I like your sunglasses. They looks good on you.

Rick: (Gasps Before Forming a Bright Smile) Why, thank you!~ I have this bad boy with me for the longest time now. I think the glasses you're wearing looks perfect on you.

Sylvie: (Blushes a Bit By the Compliment) Oh, thanks. I have these since I was younger, so-

Before he could finish his sentence, three water balloons thrown by three jocks riding bicycles, suddenly hits the back of Sylvie's head, making him drop Chuck from off his hands and his glasses from off his face, much of everyone's surprise.

Molly: Sylvie!

Jock: Hope you enjoy the refreshing splash, Sheep Boi! (Laughs Alongside his Pals as They Start Riding Off)

Phoenicia: (Fuming With Anger) Hey! (Shakes her Fist at the Laughing Jocks) Who gives you the right be rude jerks to him, you....JERKS!!!

Sylvie: (Groans in Annoyance as He Picks Up his Glasses) Of course....

Molly: (Picks Chuck Back Up in her Arms) Sylvie, who were they just now?

Sylvie: (Wipes his Glasses Off a Bit Before Putting it Back on his Face) Randell and his football team. He's my neighbor's son who's the same age as me. But he always have to find a way make my life more stressful than it already is! One time, when I was heading to my office to work, him and his friends cornered me, took my glasses out of my face, and started throwing it at one another for two minutes and a half straight before I trip and fell on a pile of mud. Then, a few days after that, I came home and found out that they SOMEHOW got into my apartment and made it a complete mess! And I can't tell his parents about all of this on the account that they never liked me from the very beginning for whatever reason, so now I have to suck it up and deal with the fact that their hell spawn is gonna mess with me every single chance that he gets! (Sighs Heavily While Pinching his Nose) It's infuriating.....

Trixie: I can get 'em back for you.

Sylvie: (Turns to Trixie) Wait, you can do that?

Trixie: Heck yeah. (Smirks Proudly) Well known fact about me, four-eyes, but I happen to be a champ at seeking vengeance on those who deserves it. Just give me a day or two for preparations and those meatheads won't know what hit 'em.

Rick: (Raises his Hand Impatiently) Ooh ooh! Can I help out with your potential master plan? I'm a huge fan of everything revenge related!

Molly: ('Sigh') I suppose I'll help out too. And make sure we don't get ourselves into too much trouble.....

Phoenicia: I normally do not condone the acts of harming others. (Gets Angry Again) I will RIP those scoundrels to pieces if they ever mess with Sylvie again!!

Everyone stares at Feenie in silence with surprise and fear written all over their faces.

Trixie: Calm down, girl. We're just pranking them.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Sylvie: I....really appericate all of this, you guys. But you don't have to go out of your way to get them back for me.

Trixie: True. But what kind of friends we would be if let 'em get away with it?

Sylvie: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Word That Came Out if Trixie's Mouth) Friends? You......really like having me around?

Rick: (Smiles Brightly Along With Everyone Else) Of course we do, champ. You seem like a nice enough fellow to all of us at least.

Phoenicia: We want nothing more than to form an everlasting bond with you from tis day forward.

Molly: And I think now it's a good time to have ourselves some-

'Sniff'

Molly: Fun?

The gang turn to see tears beginning to form up on Sylvie's eyes much to their concern.

Rick: Are.... you alright there, Champ?

Sylvie: (Quickly Wipes the Tears Away) ('Sniff') Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. Just.... ('Sniff') getting some water out of my face. It's definitely not because of what you guys said or anything. (Let's Put a Wet Chuckle) That'll be ridiculous.

Molly: Oh Sylvie! (Gives Sylvie a Loving Hug) It's okay.

Phoenicia: (Joins in on the Hug Along With Trixie) There's no need for to hold it in any longer. Cry as much as you want, dear.

Trixie: Anyone who has a problem with that will have us to answer to. We got your back on this, four eyes.

Rick: (Happily Joins in on the Group Hug) What they say and then some!

Chuck: (Rubs his Cheek onto Sylvie's Leg) ('Baaah')

With little to nothing else to say, Sylvie finally begins to let out his pent up his emotions and cry his eyes out. His cry was loud enough to gain attention of folks walking by, giving him and the gang weird looks in process, but he didn't care.

As long as his new group of friends are there by his side to give him love and care he's been wanting for years on end, then the young psychologist can keep crying until his voice decides to give out on him. It is in his rights to do (not completely, but still).

@cyber-wildcat

@keyenuta

@epithet-erased-textposts

@aprilbrowines

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Oh. Uh. Hi, You're Home Early

Agent (REDACTED) finally picks her name, and tries to set up a surprise for her favorite instructor. She gets caught in the act.

As scheduled, I walk down the dark, dreary Keter Wing to my biweekly beat down by 076-2. I wave at a few people, since the Everybean Incident a lot of staff seem friendlier toward me. Hey, not many people would have handled the Bright problem the way Clef and I did, but it worked. O5 even issued a standing order, whenever Dr. Bright had a new bad idea, he had to take and eat a handful of jelly beans from the neverending jar. O5-3 was impressed by our inventiveness, Clef told me. I reach 076's door, and walk in, expecting a lecture on being ready. I'm greeted by three puzzled guards.

"Hey, guys? Where's my favorite angry anomaly?"

"You didn't get the memo? Pandora's Box is out on a mission. Been gone for a few hours."

"Huh. You mind if I go grab a few things, come back? As silly and lame as it sounds, I want to try and surprise Abel."

"Not my play, kiddo... but so long as it's not a weapon, there shouldn't be an issue. What do you have in mind, not that I care."

"Pretty cold in his cube, a few really thick blankets might be a good call. I located a copy of his favorite book in a secondhand bookshop, the pages are kinda yellow, but the binding is leather, good leather. A couple pillows. A new cloak, stuff like that. He's not big on luxury, or a lot of stuff really."

"Fine. Get your stuff, and Dave, go with her."

"Got all of it in a big box in my office, ready to go." Dave and I head back to my office. He stops me just outside the door.

"Please tell me you mean it, and you're not pranking our perpetually pissed off Sumerian."

"I mean it, Dave. He's taught me a lot, and I want to show my appreciation. Especially considering he could have just killed me instead."

"Good. Abel does not forgive."

We go in, grab the box, and head back. It's a two person job, but only because the box is huge. We go in, and set the box down by the cube.

"Hey, thanks Dave."

"No worries, it was way lighter than expected. I gotta go back to my post now. Hope he likes his surprise." I nod, and get to work.

I'm unpacking everything, and I realize... this is just way too much stuff. I went overboard on the blankets. There's six thick sherpa lined throws, plus four pillows. I stack the blankets on the floor by his cube door, and the stack is up to my elbow. With the fluffy pillows, it's over my head. I'm so focused on not smothering myself in fabric and goosedown I fail to notice the shadow behind me.

"Little Rabbit? What is this?"

"Oh. Uh, hi? You're home early. I was, er, trying to surprise you." Abel glared at me, one eyebrow raised. "I'm grateful for all you've done to help me, and this is my misguided attempt to show it." I reach into the cardboard box, and bring out the book. I hand it to him.

"My favorite book? And all this? Little Rabbit, tongues will wag. They will say you have, how you say... a "crush" on me?" He looks me dead in the eye. Busted.

"Is is so awful to think someone might, if given the chance, like you? Not even in a romantic flowers-and-long-walks-in-the-moonlight way? But, as a person, not a tool or a weapon? Because, weird as it sounds, I do. This is me, just showing my friend and mentor I care. Besides, I know damn well how rough sleeping on stone is."

He looks at me, trying to determine where the lie is. The catch is, I meant what I said. And he knows it. Although, I'd be lying if I didn't have the odd daydream or three. An awkward eternity passes. Then, he pulls me close for a close embrace.

"Little Rabbit, thank you. This is, well... it is more than I deserve. You're so kind to me."

"Aw, shucks. You're getting mushy on me. Better stop that, or they'll say you have the crush on me instead." He smiles, then plants a kiss on top of my head. He then let go.

"Like they would dare say anything to me. Besides, it was a gesture of brotherly affection towards his little sister. You are my little sister, yes? Not in blood but spirit."

"Guess everybody can just call me Sister Rabbit. Nah... just Rabbit. Only you get to call me Little Sister and live."

"And you may call me Big Brother. It feels good to be the older sibling for once."

"As an only child, I'm happy to have a brother."

[shyneanon]

So like the skeleton simp community (it’s basically its own fandom) has really changed me, I never used to write romance, but I just... reaaaally love the Bonely Hearts Club thing where Red bakes in secret, so like... @bonelyheartsclub I may or may not have written x reader fanfiction before the full game is even out??? Oh gosh I’m going to write so much fanfiction when the game comes out help me

Anyway here’s Reader finding out about his hobby

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You were falling asleep on Red’s shoulder when he spoke up.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Mm?” you mumbled, blinking awake. Red had paused his game to talk to you. He was usually fine with speaking over the game, so this wasn’t just casual conversation. You (reluctantly) lifted your head off his shoulder so that you could actually make proper eye contact, and once you did, you realized that he looked strangely serious. “Yeah?”

He seemed to hesitate a moment, breaking eye contact, then said, “I… I was thinkin’ I could show ya somethin’.”

Well, judging from how uncharacteristically tentative he seemed, it wasn’t sexual. “Yeah,” you said. “Anything.”

“But you gotta promise not tah tell anybody. Not the other skeletons, nobody…. Got it?”

You raised an eyebrow. Red, hiding something from everyone? He was always pretty loud about things that most people tried to keep discreet. What could he possibly be hiding that would be private even to him?

“As long as you didn’t murder someone,” you said with a smile. He started to close the game, so thankfully, no, he hadn’t murdered anyone.

When he stood up, you moved to get up with him, but he stopped you. “No, it’s in here, I’ll jus’… grab it.”

You watched as he went over to a disorganized pile of… lots of things. Books, video games, magazines, dirty clothing. His room wasn’t as messy as it used to be, but Red was still a Sans. Lazy was their thing.

He started to dig around and eventually fished out several books. You already knew he was a scientist, so they couldn’t be physics books. Were they… porn or something? Like, some really weird kind? No, that wouldn’t make any sense, why would he show you that? You didn’t really need to know the details of his habits in that department.

When he headed back over, you could see an actual blush on his face. Seriously, what was this? Was it romantic? Was he trying to be romantic? No, you’d seen that before, and it was adorably awkward, not… tense, like this.

“So,” he said, “please, just… promise ya won’t laugh at me.”

Why would you laugh at him? Not that you never had, but it had never been spiteful or condescending. “I won’t laugh at you. I promise.”

“... Cool.” He looked down at the books. You couldn’t even get a good look at their spines. Alright, now you had to know what this was about. If he backed out you were going to be really frustrated.

“So,” he said, “y’know how Rus sometimes likes bakin’ stuff, and ya told me that sometimes it’s better than other times?”

… What?

What did this have to do with Red? Still, you nodded-- albeit slowly, and you were sure your confusion was visible on your face.

“W… Well, the times you said it was better, Rus didn’t bake ‘em.”

For some reason, you didn’t put the pieces together at this point. Probably because you were too busy being confused that he had brought up such a mundane topic when being so secretive. “What?”

He made a small sound of frustration, though it wasn’t directed at you, and then held the books up so that you could see their covers.

Recipes.

Baking recipes.

“Wait,” you said, “you bake?”

He looked like he wanted to bury his face in something. “Yeah.”

You bit your lip, but it was no use; you started to giggle. He looked surprised, and you forced yourself to stop when he shrank back a little in embarrassment.

“N-- no,” you said, “it’s not like that! I’m not--”

“I know it’s lame, ya don’t hafta pretend it ain’t.”

“No, Red, I’m just… This is it? This is the secret you wanted to tell me?” Surely there was more.

“Yeah.”

There wasn’t more. You snorted. “Why is this so embarrassing?”

“I mean… it’s not real on-brand fer me, it’s a real soft hobby.” He kept avoiding eye contact. “Stuff like that.” It sounded like there was a lot more on his mind, but you knew Red had a hard time talking about how he felt. You wouldn’t press him about it.

You shrugged. “I mean, it’s unexpected, yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” You nodded at the books. “How long have you been doing this for?”

“Started a while after we ended up wit’ all th’ other skeletons, livin’ together. It’s actually… kinda nice, tah do somethin’ soft.” His toothy smile returned. “Kinda like a weird middle finger to th’ Underground. Also, I gotta sweet tooth, ‘n this helps.”

His reasons actually seemed pretty Red-like. “A middle finger is totally on-brand for you.”

He was loosening up, his smile less strained and nervous than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then you realized something.

“Wait, doesn’t Rus know?”

Red’s smile faltered. “Uh… not exactly.”

Again, what? “Then how…?”

“So, sometimes he fucks up real bad.” His face grew oddly serious. “‘N I mean real bad. Not ‘s bad as Boss’s cookin’, but that’s not sayin’ much. It can be a real disaster. Or jus’ flavorless, ‘r whatever. So, I, uh… I may or may not toss it out, ‘n then bake a replacement.”

You snorted and let out another laugh, this one louder than the giggling from before. “And he doesn’t know?”

Red’s grin widened. “‘E’s got no idea. Thinks it’s just a stroke ‘a genius.” Some pink crept onto his cheeks again. “But… ya can’t tell, OK? The others’d make fun of me.”

“No they wouldn’t.”

“Some’a them would.”

… OK, yeah, maybe some of them would. “OK, I promise I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.”

You stood up. “You said doing soft stuff was a middle finger?”

He looked a bit curious as to what you were getting at, but he answered, “Yeah.”

You headed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked in a small, gentle voice that you knew seemed to crack him every time.

He was surprised for a moment, then dropped the books on the floor in his typical fashion. You wouldn’t tell him to put them up-- not now that he was wrapping his own arms around your waist.

“Ah… d-- doll,” he mumbled shyly.

His face had somehow gotten redder, and the usual edge he had to his smile was gone. His eyelights were large and fuzzy; you always loved when he looked at you like that.

“Y… Yer the only thing I really need tah help my sweet tooth,” he said quietly.

He was always so timid when he said anything romantic. You nuzzled him. “You’re so cute,” you told him.

“Don’ say that, ‘m supposed t’be bad.” You could tell he didn’t mean it-- he was smiling.

“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Bad boy. Psh. He was adorable. So adorable that he was going to be the death of you. “We should bake together sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We could make brownies when no one’s around. And then eat them with ice cream.”

His grin became a bit mischievous. “Yeah. It’ll be our dirty little secret, huh?” It softened again and he placed his forehead against yours. “You said you wanna cuddle, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm. A middle finger to the Underground, right? Screw the Underground.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling you close and nuzzling you, although it was a bit rougher than necessary. “Fuck that place.”

He was still learning how to cuddle properly, but you didn’t care. You just liked being in his arms.

[myc-ology-whore]

wondering how the mushroom would react to the tiny new puppy i got today. she's so little i don't think he'd know what to do with her; might be one of the few times you'll see him completely baffled, when he's dealing with a baby, human or otherwise. i feel like tiny, curious things with no self preservation instinct freak him out.

just some lil thoughts:

he freaks out if you bring a pet home without asking. he's not mad, just absolutely flabbergasted. won't come near you or the animal for a good few minutes; if it tries to come up to him he will not hesitate to jump up and cling to a chandelier or glare down at the creature from the top of a table.

after some coaxing, he comes a little closer if you're holding the animal. in this case, a wiggly little puppy. he's surprised that it doesn't try to bite him when he does as you say and lets the dog sniff his tentacle. when you offer to let him touch it, he proceeds with extreme caution before rubbing the little dog's head, dodging it when it tries to lick him.

okay, this isn't so bad. myc's still wary, but the puppy seems to harbor nothing but curiosity toward him, much to your delight. myc resists the instinctual urge to run away when you set the dog on the floor and it stumbles up to him, going around him in circles and sniffing him, and you see him shudder in discomfort when it sits up and puts its paws on him. however, much to your surprise, when the puppy jumps up on him, he catches it with lightning fast reflexes, holding it about a foot away from his orb and studying it. when it begins to squirm in his grasp, you suggest holding it to his chest. he thinks for a few seconds before doing just that, and in that moment, as the dog licks at his arm and he cradles it close, you can tell that he'll get used to it pretty quickly.

he's surprisingly good at communicating with the dog. he'll teach it its first trick before you do, and he'll often tell you what the dog wants if you can't understand it.

you'll catch him feeding it treats a lot, scratching behind its ears as he watches it lick up crumbs from the kitchen floor.

he will get jealous of the dog sometimes. he can't help it, when you finally get into a serious relationship with him he just wants all of your attention. so when you're coddling the dog and carrying it with you around the house, cooing at it and giving it tons of kisses, he gets a little pouty. yeah, he likes the dog all right too, but maybe he wants to get pampered like that every once in a while. just make it known that the puppy isn't replacing him, it's just "adding to your little family," and he'll drop it. he's never had a family, not in the way that humans do, so when you insinuate that he's part of your family now, he gets a little mushy.

he can't stand to see the dog in a kennel once he's grown attached to it. even if it's not potty trained yet, if he sees that you've put the dog into the kennel for any reason, he'll quietly let it out before giving it another treat. you have to scold him for it a lot, especially if the dog "goes" in the house, but he just can't help it. only exception is when you guys get NSFW, because he doesn't want to get interrupted, but if that's the case the dog goes into its bedroom, not a a kennel.

yes, he gives the dog its own bedroom. at first it was just so that he wouldn't have to be around it so much, but when he started growing fond of it he ended up buying it a bunch of toys and a fluffy dog bed and making sure the dog would never not be entertained. "what? dogs get bored too."

anywho, thanks for listening to my silly rambles! it's 2:20am now, so i'm gonna get some rest; my new dog is already knocked out lol.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Could you please do some headcanons about Eugene Roe, and you comforting him after a long day? Maybe some light angst and VERY fluffy?

Why yes, yes I can! Because I have the biggest soft spot for Gene and he deserves all the love 🥺💕

You could tell something was wrong with Gene, so you plopped in to the foxhole beside him and squished up against his side.

Neither of you said anything for awhile, you just sat there in silence, grateful for each others warmth.

Eventually you ask: "Hey Gene, everything alright? You seem a little lost."

He doesn't respond, just stares straight ahead, barely even blinking.

OK now you're worried, so you put your arm around his shoulders and pull him I'm even closer.

"Whatever happened, you can tell me. I'm here for you Genie."

He glances sideways at you and then his whole body just deflates and he collapses against your shoulder dejectedly.

"I lost a guy today," he croaks, "I should have saved him, should have done better."

You shake your head and squeeze him even closer.

""Don't you say that," you say forcefully, "you're the best damn medic there is, and there's a lot of the guys here wouldn't be alive without you looking after them."

He sniffles against your shoulder, and you run your fingers through his hair soothingly. Neither of you say anything for awhile, just sit there and hold each other.

After awhile he sits up and looks at you intently.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he says softly, grabbing your hand and rubbing it with his thumb.

"Well then," you smile, "with any luck, you'll never have to find out."

"And wouldn't that make me the luckiest guy in the world," he murmers.

He holds out his arm and you cuddle up against his chest, content to keep each other safe and warm for another day.

OK I'm all soft and mushy after that so thanks again for sending that in💕

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[autistic-lalli]

I dont know how to properly frame my question, but autistic!lalli has always been a headcanon I readily claimed as canon in my heart because it MAKES PERFECT SENSE in my brain. But besides me, what I'd like to ask is what traits/habits/behaviors Lalli has that immediately clicked to you that he was autistic? Or showed that he was? Like, gush to me about them

(this is mainly so I can get better at writing him and also because I'm curious to know! Actually, SLAP me with EVERYTHING about Lalli, if you can 😂 I'd love to actually know everything)

This topic was also requested by @the-story-isnt-over-yet ! This post is for both y’all :)

I’m going to try to keep this organized, but we’ll see how successful I am. First up, I’ll talk through Lalli’s general traits, then the traits I picked out quickly and resonated with, and then I’ll touch on a couple other things that stand out to me!

Sensory Experience

Lalli repeatedly displays sensory-avoiding and sensory-seeking behaviors. He likes soft textures and sweets—he picks himself up a big ol’ fluffy cloak in Adventure 2, and his mind conjures him a nice and soft one in his dreamspace, and we all know how he feels about pastries. He’s always willing to eat sweets and breads, which suggests that Lalli has samefoods as well (samefoods are like a comfort food, but taken up to eleven; foods that always sound good, sometimes to the point that they’re the only thing an autistic person can eat.) It’s just a single line, but where Lalli tells Emil that he hates blueberries, it makes me think of a very specific picture (I’ll link it later if I can find it.) Blueberries, and other fruit, don’t taste the same every time! Some are sweet, some are sour, some are mushy, some are grainy, and some are juicy. When you don’t know what to expect from a food, this makes it hard to want to eat it, even if some aspect of the flavor is good.

But I digress! One thing that I resonated with right away with Lalli is that he clearly has sensitive proprioceptive awareness. That just means the sense of where your body is in space. When Lalli sleeps or hides under a bunk or table, he’s reducing his sensory input. Being in a small space is comforting because there’s less space to be aware of.

Lalli is also sensitive to touch, which is a fairly easy trait to spot. He doesn’t like the friendly punches the crew delivers, and even balks at Emil’s touch when he’s upset. There are exceptions, but those exceptions come at times when Lalli is calm and expecting the touch to occur.

And sound! Lalli doesn’t like loud sounds, in particular loud people (sorry, Sigrun.) This is a great place to talk about Lalli’s shutdowns. We don’t see Lalli experience meltdowns, but he does have a shutdown a couple times. Shutdowns are a response to stress and sensory overload. It looks different for everyone, and since it’s internal, it’s hard to tell how exactly Lalli’s shutdowns run. However, we see him cover his ears to block out sound and hum (“mrr!”) in order to calm himself down. He’s just trying to regulate his sensory experience. His humming is also an example of vocal stimming.

Social Difficulties

Lalli definitely has social difficulties, but it can be hard to tell which difficulties are due to the language barrier and which are due to his brain chemistry. But! Paying attention to the first part of the story, when he’s with all Finnish-speakers, as well as the dream sequences can really help us hone in on those traits.

Lalli, in general, doesn’t understand other people beyond what they say. He doesn’t understand body language or sarcasm—he doesn’t get why everyone’s punching him, he doesn’t know when Tuuri’s joking and when she’s serious, and he stares at Emil because he’s curious about him and doesn’t realize it’s impolite. He doesn’t notice when Emil is rude and doesn’t understand social scripts like saying “thank you” and “you’re welcome.” When he wants to express approval or comfort, he gives a soft pat to the other person. More touch than that might be too much for him, but he does want to express something, and pats are an excellent tool in that way.

Lalli’s inability and/or refusal to learn or use the crew member’s names also gives us insight to how Lalli faces social conundrums. To him, everyone else is more distinguishable by the epithets he gives them—their names don’t mean anything. It’s like naming someone “flower delivery guy” in your phone contacts instead of “Greg.”

Lalli also isn’t easily frightened. The only times we see him be really afraid is when someone he loves is in immediate mortal danger. The everyday stuff like trolls and omens don’t scare him, which is certainly in part just because he’s used to these things. Trolls and spirits are an everyday part of his life. But an unusual lack of fear is a common autistic experience as well, so I suspect it goes beyond Lalli’s accustomation.

Other Traits

A couple other things that didn’t fit into either of the former categories! First of all, the rubik's cube. That’s just autistic solidarity. Emil picked up a stim toy for his bf, we love to see it.

But also, Lalli relies a lot on his routine. That’s probably why the military, and scouting in particular, suited him. He has his own personal routine that is the same day in and day out. He tries to keep a routine on the expedition, but isn’t able to, which increases the amount of stress he’s under. Nothing is predictable, which automatically makes everything more stressful.

Relationships

I also think the dynamics of Lalli’s different relationships are super interesting and really highlight some things that aren’t often covered in media with autistic characters. It’s super heartbreaking the way Onni and Tuuri don’t seem to understand Lalli. Tuuri especially doesn’t understand why Lalli does the things he does, and doesn’t seem to make any effort to understand, which is sadly a common experience for many autistic people.

On the other hand, Emil’s reactions are the complete opposite. As I put it to a friend once, Emil often makes mistakes with Lalli, but he never crosses the same boundary twice. He lets Lalli have agency in their relationship. If Lalli has a boundary that inconveniences Emil, he doesn’t complain about it, he simply adapts. Lalli has very specific needs in his relationships, needs that are both unusual and difficult for him to communicate, so it’s far easier for him to just default to being a loner.

Me & Lalli

On a personal level, I have a whole lot of these traits. I stim with soft things, I’m sensitive to sound, I tend to be hypersensitive with my proprioceptive sense, I had to intentionally teach myself to read body language (I work as a theatre artist, which helped a lot,) I’m not easily frightened, I’m sensitive to touch and sound, and I certainly struggle socially. Furthermore, I actually had an untreated sleep disorder until about a year and a half ago, so I deeply resonated with Lalli’s chronic exhaustion.

Truth be told, I headcanoned Lalli as autistic from his introductory card, and I knew he was autistic within ten pages. Chronically exhausted and doesn’t know what’s going on? Mine now.

The Autism Metaphor

I talk about this some in my autism and superpowers post, but I really love that Lalli is both autistic and is living an autistic metaphor. It’s not uncommon for characters who can see or sense other things (ghosts, spirits, emotions, danger, etc.) to read as autistic, because that’s what autism often feels like. Our sensory experience is so distinct and we are so aware of it that it can feel like a superpower at times--in a good way and in a bad way. We’re living in a sensory world that a lot of neurotypical people don’t understand. Furthermore, these kinds of powers or sensitivities usually come with an isolating social impact in these stories, which only strengthens the metaphor for autism.

But Lalli has both actual autism and is a mage. He sees spirits and omens and can sense when trolls are near, and also is sensitive to sounds and doesn’t like to be touched. These things aren’t related to one another, but they all read as being in the same category, which both deepens the metaphor and makes him really interesting as an autistic character.

This is also why Onni readily reads as autistic as well. We don’t have as much direct evidence for him, and in many ways his trauma seems to run much deeper than it does in Lalli and Tuuri, so it’s hard to separate out what’s a trauma response and what’s an autistic response. Overall, I’m quite a fan of “no Hatakoinen is neurotypical,” but that’s a post for another day ;)

I’ll also be posting a panel or two of an instance where Lalli is displaying an autistic trait each day for the month of April!

[luv-skz]

Hi!

Could I please have a SKZ/BTS ship? 🥺

I'm an INFP (but almost 50/50 split, so ambivert), Virgo Sun with Scorpio Rising. Because of my looks, and the fact that I work a lot (I'm a film major/barista, involved in a lot of stuff), people tell me that I can come off as a bit intimidating, both as a friend and romantically. On the inside though, I'm just as insecure and mushy as the next person, and have this big giggly inner child that I only really let out around my close friends.

I'm a huge a work hard/play hard, I spend a lot of time on my passions, so much so that I oftentimes forget to sleep/eat. A lot of times, my partners tend to be more laid back, and help me relax and not stress so much about life. That's ideal - someone who's passionate and driven, but can also have fun.

My turn-offs would be excessively shallow or broey types (I tend to hook up with them, but not necessarily date them), and people who don't have much to talk about. I love adventures and deep conversations, about politics, art, music, pop culture, the universe, and beyond.

No trigger warnings...I'm trying to think of anything else that might be useful. I'm a singer/rapper, awful at dance though. I like interior decoration (IRL and the Sims), but I'm bad at video games. I'm a former varsity athlete, but didn't choose to play in college. I'm also a writer by trade (used to write fanfic), now I'm focusing more on original works and screenplays. I love cooking/eating all types of food, mostly Chinese and Korean (I'm Asian, but neither of those). Oh, also. Crafting. I love origami and all types of crafts. Random fact.

Thank you so much!

stray kids – seungmin

seungmin would really relate to you on imitating from outside but all fluffy on inside, that's why he would understand you, and give you time to let you get comfortable around him

seungmin is really a caring person, he would always reminds you to eat, drink and sleep, can come off a little, only little agressive but he means well

seungmin is quite a laid-back person, and talk to you about random things to help you relax and get your mind out of your stressful day

minnie loves reading, would definitely recommend you new books that he find interesting and you can always have deep conversation with him about anything

you both can do karoke together, and would give you his honest opinions on your designs

bts – jin

jin would definitely make you comfortable enough to come out of your shell

jin is definitely the mom friend, so whenever you work too hard and forgets to eat, he will be there with his amazing cooking

jin is really do self love, and makes sure you do to, so whenever you feel insecure he'd be right there telling you how gorgeous you look

jin is one of the mood maker of bts, jokes around a lot, so there won't be a day where you would be sad

hmm jin chef, would make you all your favourite korean dishes and will also teach you how to cook them

being with jin won't be boring at all, he's the most funniest guy and knows when to get serious too

and you can do some crafting with jin too

hope you like it and don't overwork yourself, take breaks in between. sorry if i took quite a time to answer it. i hope you have a good day ♡˖

[kalijhomentethi]

raven places a chaste kiss to akali's cheek as her hands push a wrapped box into her grasp . inside , a handmade tiger plush is concealed , knitted and filled with immeasurable affection . her heart swells in her chest . " happy birthday , my love . i'm grateful everyday that you've been born into this world , and that our paths have brought us to one another . "

🎂 - 🎂 - 🎂 - 🎂 - 🎂 - 🎂 - 🎂

Akali’s cheeks light up in response to the kiss as she takes the gift. No, she’s not blushing. Definitely not. It’s just the lighting on her face. She’s not going to admit that having Raven with her on this day makes her stomach get filled with butterflies and her heart flutter like it would fly away any second and let her woman take it.

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of blessing, babe.” Although her words form some hint of disbelief, her tone is teasing, offering her partner a smile and a wink. “If anything, between you and me, my eyes are blessed just looking at you now.” She lifts the box at face level right before she finishes her sentence, pretending to refer to the present for a moment, before chuckling.

The box is lowered and she wraps an arm around Raven to lean up and give her a proper kiss. “Kidding. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thanks for being here.” She says with heartfelt honesty when she pulls away. See, she can be open about her feelings. It just takes her a while to make sense of all the fuzzy sensations in her gut and the millions of thoughts about Raven that run through her head.

Mushy stuff aside (for now), Akali turns her attention to the present that her girlfriend got her. For a split second, she’s tempted to shake it to try and guess what’s inside. But no. Raven’s waiting to see her reaction—and there were many times that the rapper got to be on the receiving end of the woman’s unamused stare because she messed with something that was definitely not supposed to be shaken or handled roughly.

Akali tries her best to preserve the smoothness of the wrapper as she opens it, but she still ends up ripping it slightly in some places. That’s okay though, because the content of the box is finally revealed.

A tiger plush.

Her expression then changes to resemble like she just saw a precious stray kitten that she wants to keep and persuade Raven to agree with her. “Aw,” she coos, carefully taking the tiger out of the box to hold it. It’s so soft. And cute. And fluffy. The meaning of the gift isn’t lost on Akali. It’s undeniably sweet. She’s so, so lucky to have Raven in her life.

“Babe...” She looks back at her partner as if she’s giving her puppy eyes. “Did you make this? For me?” Don’t cry, don’t cry— God, something about the tiger plush makes her heart feel like it’s ten sizes bigger than usual. The effort that her partner put into this is what makes the tiger all the more special.

“I hope this doesn’t mean your nickname for me is actually for this li’l guy.” One last joke before she becomes a tad bit too emotional to continue. Only Akali can be Raven’s little tiger. Arms are thrown around her woman to pull her into a kiss, which turns into a second kiss, and a third. Wordless affection to convey what’s seen in her eyes when she looks at her significant other, when she intertwines their fingers together, when she erases the distance between them. I love you. I love you, I love you.

[sincerelyreidburke]

Is there any fluffy Nando and Quinn(quindo??) facts that you could provide because I'm extremely gay and I haven't been able to stop thinking about them for the last few days

Oh, anon, you’ve just unlocked such a category of information. Thank you for enabling me. Yes. Let’s talk. I will give you all the Quindo information your heart desires.

- First, let me take you through a little explanation of what happens between this fic and the next one I’m going to write. Slight spoilers, but I’m going to skip just a little time and go ahead to when they become official. I won’t share how or in what context that happens; just know that that fic is on its way.

- In the period between those two things, here’s what goes down: they text a good bunch, grab a few meals together, hold hands like soft gay dweebs, and have this one cuddle session in Quinn’s dorm room where they watch a movie but then end up talking for, like, an hour after the fact. This spans approximately a week and a half.

- Then they make it official, even though they’ve in effect been together for like two weeks already. (They’re useless and gay, okay? Plus, there’s something else rather important that hasn’t happened yet.)

- Okay, so after that. Once they’re boyfriends for real. (Under the cut!)

- One of the most obvious things you may have already noticed from the fics I’ve written with them is the fact that they have a seriously significant size difference. Nando is like 6’3, chunky and stocky, and Quinn is maybe 5’6 on a good day, stick-thin without an ounce of buff on him. Each of them is very satisfied with the size difference between himself and his partner. Nando loves being able to essentially manhandle him, in every soft way possible, including lifting him clean off his feet, which he will do frequently and without hesitation.

- I mean, like. He can throw him over his shoulder. He can do the bridal carry thing. I think his favorite is probably the legs around the waist facing each other hold. As you can tell, I’ve thought about this.

- Quinn’s resolve is a little bit stronger than Nando’s, but there is absolutely no part of him that isn’t 100% into having this huge soft jock boy who constantly towers over him/snuggles him/smothers him in hugs. Nando’s lap? Free real estate. And by the way, so are his sweatshirts. In particular, his official SMH sweatshirt with his name and jersey number on the sleeve. And also the one he’s wearing in this art.

- When Quinn wears one of his sweatshirts, it literally goes halfway down his thighs. And he gets sweater paws. This causes Nando’s brain to short-circuit every time.

- These boys are so so snuggly. Their favorite way to spend an evening is just curled up in Quinn’s bed in his room, maybe watching something or maybe just sitting there. They talk sometimes, but other times are quiet; Quinn will turn off his hearing aids and they don’t need to talk to be comfortable. Sometimes this leads to falling asleep. Quinn lays on his chest like a human weighted blanket. It’s the best.

- By the way, and this is very soft, Nando is a big boy— he has quite a bit of chub— and Quinn loves it. I dare not utter N*te’s name in a post about Quinn and Nando, but Nando has struggled all his life with self-esteem issues related to body image, because he’s been picked on both in and out of hockey for being a little chunky. He doesn’t disclose this directly to Quinn right away, and kind of worries that Quinn is going to dislike it and maybe not want him as much because of it, but Quinn will literally just rest his head on his belly or give it kisses or just put his hands there, et cetera, and it’s just as soft and loving as you can imagine. Why am I crying?

- Anyway. Not to sound like Rhodey, but Nando is whipped as fuck. In this Quinn facts post, I point out that Quinn… can be a little bit of a pain in the ass. He’s bossy and kind of prissy, not even for any particular reason but just in the way of liking things a certain way and always wanting to plan things out. Dare I say he wears the pants in the relationship? Nando is just along for the ride, and totally absolutely hooked on this boy.

- The most notable way I can think to explain Quinn’s pain-in-the-assery to you is like this: sometimes, if Nando chirps him, or gets particularly mushy in public, or does something really frat-ish and gross, or sets him off for another reason, Quinn will swat him and go, “Sebastián!!!!”

- Now, here’s what you need to understand. This becomes a meme. Rhodey is the one who turns it into a meme. He witnesses it happening several times, and then he starts to say it when Quinn isn’t around and Nando does something that would warrant that kind of outburst should he be around. So it’s like this:

(Breakfast table.)

Nando: (Finishes his chocolate milk and burps.)

Rhodey: (In his very best Quinn voice.) sEbAsTIáN!!!!!!!!!!

Touille: (Falls off his chair laughing.)

Nando: (Stares daggers at Rhodey.) I’ll kill you.

- The thing is that the entire team catches on. It’s one of the many parts of the saga of Making Fun Of Nando Because He Is Whipped As Hell.

- It’s not his fault. He’s soft.

- They go to each other’s stuff all the time— Quinn at games, Nando at shows. More on that later.

I can provide Quindo facts as long as you guys keep asking for them. I’ll stop here for now, to save some stuff for future dates. Watch for the next fics in the ongoing series! And thank you very much, anon, for asking.

Ask me anything about the crickets (& company)!

[what-stop-the-presses-rly-means]

Mind if I get a deh and bmc ship..? I'm 5'6", they/them pronouns, and leans towards guys. I have black, shaggy, and fluffy short hair, and big thick framed glasses. Everything I wear is black or at least darker toned, ripped jeans, and baggy sweatshirts. Big fan of comic books, horror movies, and old 80s movies/music. Loud and obnoxious, yet internally very insecure about every little thing. Puns and dad humor is everything!

Here you go! 😊

DEH:

I ship you with Jared!

Jared, being the loud mouth that he is, probably said something snarky about the way you dress the first time you meet. But he only does it to cover up his own insecurities. (Plus he had a super big crush on you)

Later on he still makes fun of you a bit, saying you can give Connor a run for his money. But it's all in good fun

He loves that you're one of the few people he can have a genuine discussion with about comics... Which turn into heated debates more often than not

If you ever wanna really get to him, tell Jared his favorite super hero is lame and/or that their backstory doesn't make sense. Of course you'll need a pair of ear plugs because he's gonna have a thing to two to tell you

Now, Jared might try to come off as a badass and that nothing scares him, but if you ever try to watch horror movies with him he'll freak out. He tries to cover it up by talking loudly through the more intense scenes and making jokes. But all you have to do is hold his hand and he calms down

But he does love 80s movies and will try to reference them as much as possible to make you smile. He even held a boombox over his head to get your attention. (it ended up being too heavy and he dropped it, but it's the thought that counts 🤫 )

It's almost a daily occurrence for you guys to see who can come up with the cringiest jokes, sometimes making your other friends get up and walk away from you, making you two laugh even harder

Whenever he's stressed out, Jared likes to play with your hair. You'll both be chilling on the couch and he'll place your head in his lap so he can run his fingers through your hair. He says it instantly calms him down

BMC:

I ship you with Michael!

He is a HUGE retro nerd, so the second he finds out you like 80s media he's in love. He's so used to everyone rolling their eyes at him that it's refreshing to be able to unabashedly be himself around you

He'll blast some Queen or Madonna from his phone randomly and just start dancing with you no matter where you are. It's a little embarrassing in public but he's just so happy you can't help but smile

His ideal chill date is bringing over his favorite retro comics and reading them together and discussing the differences between the characters then and now, debating on which version is better

Michael loves the horror genre so when you're watching a movie together it's usually a horror movie. He also gets excited to show you his favorite horror games that he's beat a hundred times

He thinks you're the funniest person ever (and he swears he's only a little biased) so he's constantly talking you up to his friends and excitedly asking you to tell Jeremy a joke you recently told him.

And Jeremy's only slightly offended that he's no longer funny in his eyes, but mostly he's just happy for you guys and thinks you're cute together

He likes how you dress because, since he's always wearing his hoodie, he calls you guys twinsies and is constantly talking photos of the two of you

He defintiley does the sickeningly sweet thing where he wraps his arms around you and puts his hands the the pockets of your hoodie, placing his chin on top of your head. It's so mushy but actually quite adorable ❤

Thanks, hun!

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Bro, I love Almond Joys AND Candy Corn! I feel super judged right now. XD On a more serious note: Do you think you'll be able to post the last chapter of With You before Ep 4? I'm frothing at the mouth over here. :)

First off…

BRO

Candy Corn AND Almond Joys??? 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

but how??

Second, yes!

My ultimate goal is to finish chapter 5 of [with you] by or on Monday, the day before the release of ep4. With work and school, I haven’t had much time to write aside from about 30 minutes-1hr before I go to bed. I wish I could write more, but the most I can do is answer asks on my phone and jot down ideas throughout the day since real life doesn’t always allow me to gush over my children. 

I’ve also been doing some outlining for a few future fics I have planned [yes, including that one fic I asked you guys about! I got A LOT of feedback on that one, so thank you!] that are in the same universe as [with you] that take place afterward. 

I do have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off tho, so I’m planning on sitting down those days and writing a shit ton. I’m already at about 10k words [and not even halfway done jfc] and I’m liking how it’s turning out. I’m currently writing a segment about a certain character that I’m pretty proud of and I hope you guys like it. 

Y’know, sometimes I make myself anxious when I’m writing or answering asks about my writing because I don’t want to disappoint my readers, y’know? Especially when you guys send me such kind things [things I never know how to properly respond to because I’m a mess] and I want to do right by you guys.

I know I have some pretty big chunks of time in between chapters, but that’s mostly due to me adding things and ideas that increase the length, or I second guess myself and certain parts that I write. I had this pretty bad with chapter 4, that’s why it took so long to post that one. 

Anyway, I’m getting there, slowly but surely. My set goal is Monday, so hopefully, I can achieve that so that we have some fluffy, mushy-gushy with a hint of angst clouis [and others] before ep4 finally destroys all of us. 

So, thank you so much for reading and your interest in my stories! I can only hope that you’ll be satisfied with how it ends!

Also, frothing from the mouth? 

It’s probably from all those Almond Joys you ate anon! 😱 You’ve been infected!! 😱😱😱😱

[genshinboys]

Little snow flake >////<

Hey!! Busy day is over for me now, thank goodness... But, how was your day?? 🌸

Oh, sorry if I was kinda difficult for you to match, but... Thank you for being so nice anyway 🙈💞 You got curious there... Who were the other ones you've thought about for the result? Do you mind telling me? ////

And... It's Daddy Zhongli (I'd love being Ayato's mommy, though, even if I myself know that this might be impossible lol), hehe... You managed to make me a Zhongli simp, but there's this one guy in the game that no one ever got his place, no matter if even for a brief moment. Would you guess who he is? Hint: unfortunately, it's not baby Kazuha, even though he is one of my favourites lol

And, oh, my lady Mommy Yae... I'll brush all of your nine fluffy tails if you want me, too... Maybe your ears, as well? I was wondering if you were maybe like a cat, that gets all mushy when we stroke behing your beautiful fox ears? Hmmmmmmm~? >:D - ❄️

❄ Hey bebe 💖

Hopefully you are resting? You had a long day 💕💕 Lady Guuji will take care of you instead. Fur brushing can wait 💖 also, you can touch her ears and tail all you want, but tonight she will be the one spoiling you 😊🤭

Oh, I had lots of options xD none of them seemed as good as Yae though. I thought about Kaeya or Ayato, but I wouldn't know how to justify my choice then. Ultimately she seemed like the one. Although these are just names, I'm pretty sure in real life you could make it work with a lot of them. Relationships are all about hard-work, building trust and understanding.

I have no idea hmm 🤔 Childe maybe? Are you talking about him?

[littlewalken]

Oct 8

No, I didn't believe we still had those kids books that recently turned up, Cat and Dog etc, because maybe I come from a history of being lied to by people I'm supposed to trust?

And yes, bitch, I still want the giraffe scrub brush. I didn't know we still had it because I haven't seen it since we moved in to the last house 10 years ago and there's been people in and out who like to help themselves to our neat looking things and...

Thank you for the blessing of this house and not having to live with the Life Ruiner and Greedy Cousins.

Smooshy mushy puppy faces.

I watched the gays in space Garak and Bashir video, but still haven't seen Alone Together because I just haven't been able to really Gashir yet, so I didn't know the "my spoiler" part. Could have guessed it tho. Duh.

I'm not against spoilers. With all the anxiety in my life I actually like to know things turn out okay. Still gonna see/read it because I want to. You don't stop rereading and rewatching things because you know how they go.

I had to read the too many kittens book because I kind of forgot how it went. Right now Kitkat playroom has a fluffy tuxedo kitten like the star of the book and he is a living pouncing doll.

The Perfect Pancake is basically about a woman who makes pancakes for her village, everyone gets one because one is enough for everyone, and this guy comes along and gets her to make him a bunch by saying that each pancake has something wrong with it and I think the ending has her making as many pancakes as people want.

Or it's the story of an egalitarian woman who is trying to see that everyone gets at least a little something to eat and some greedy asshole comes along and abuses and gaslights her. The book wants you to think she's the villain. It isn't a stone soup issue either because at the start of the story she's already sharing food.

If you grew up or currently are food insecure wouldn't one pancake be better than nothing?

If an old children's book hasn't been reprinted there's got to be a reason why.

Wish I knew who Spooky Rice on Youtube was because I think they'd do a great reading of this book. I like their delivery.

[dgraymanimagins]

I warned you I'm on an Alma binge! How about....S/O trying to surprise Alma with a birthday present but it's difficult because he doesn't like to leave her alone and S/O tries to get Kanda's help to distract Alma?

GO SHAWTY, IT’S YA BIRTHDAY•••

‘Shit. Shit. Shit!’

Was all that went through {Y/N}’s head as they ran down the corridor towards their room. It was Alma’s birthday you see, and {Y/N} had been making something for him for the past three months. The only obstacle they had to get through was.. Alma. Don’t get them wrong, they loved Alma, they were together after all! Yet, he always wanted to be around {Y/N}. Not that they minded, {Y/N} loves his company anyways. It was just hard to keep the present from him when Alma always happened to be around. He never liked to be alone either, so it was either {Y/N} or Kanda Alma would spend time with. Usually it was {Y/N} since Kanda prefers being alone even if it is Alma, but that’s beside the point! {Y/N} had just ditched Alma during lunch so they could do some finishing touches to his present. You might ask how they managed to do so- well it all started out before lunch-

-:-

“Kanda-“

“What.”

“I need your help-“

“No.”

“Please-“

Kanda growled while standing in line with {Y/N}, Alma’s lover who turned out to be just as annoying as him, they’re perfect for each other, “This is really important Kanda! I don’t have time to ask because Alma’s in the restroom and will be back any second so please be a dear and listen for once!” The short-tempered asshole gave a ‘tsk’ before giving a snarky response,

“Let’s hope he’s taking a shit so you can whine about what you need.”

{Y/N} rolled their eyes and continued with the request, “As you’re aware of, it’s Alma’s birthday today-“

“It’s his birthday?”

“YES!”

“So what?”

A groan emitted from {Y/N}’s throat, “I need to finish his present! But he’s always around me so I can never hide it from him, and since it’s his birthday he’ll want to spend more time with me than he already does! I won’t be able to finish it if that’s the case!” Kanda gave a sour look of resentment, he wasn’t into all this mushy celebrating stuff, it didn’t make sense to him, “And what does this have to do with me.” {Y/N} looked around to make sure the coast was clear of Alma, then leaned forward to unravel their plan, “I need you to stall for me-“

“No.”

“PLEASE-“

“What’s in it for me?”

{Y/N} stepped back and thought for a second, yet they had to be quick about it. Alma would be coming back any sec- SHIT THERE HE IS-

There was Alma walking down the aisle of tables making way towards {Y/N} and Kanda, many of the other exorcists who Alma had befriended wished him a happy birthday,

“Thank you guys! One day closer to death ami’right?” He gave a laugh to his fellow comrades as he slowly came closer to where {Y/N} and Kanda were- they had to think fast-

“Kanda, I’ll personally go to the market and buy you a whole pack of hair ties-“ The grumpy exorcist gave a smug look, “Now we’re getting somewhere.” FUCK- Alma was getting closer! He’s only two tables away! SHIT-

“So will you do it??”

“The sturdy ones, not the cheap shit, you got it?”

“GOT IT JUST PLEASE-“

“Alright, now shove it, or he’ll know what you’re up to genius.”

{Y/N} breathed in slightly before regaining a composure that gave off a, ‘I wasn’t just planning a birthday surprise for you’ type of attitude. Alma eventually caught up with the two in line, the others in the back letting him cut since it was his birthday after all, “Hey guys! Miss me while I was gone?” Alma said happily as he threw an arm around {Y/N}’s shoulder. They tensed at his touch, not because it was unwanted, but because of anxious urge to run up to their room to finish his gift. Alma noticed this, “Hey, {Y/N}, honey are you okay?” {Y/N} snapped out of their trance to look up at Alma’s pale face, a look of worry plastered on it. Damn those cute blue eyes always got them, it made {Y/N} want to melt into a puddle when they looked into his eyes,

“{Y/N}? Babe?”

“Yea-“

“You okay?”

“Of course I am! I’m in the best condition ever! Wow! look out the window the sun’s shining, the sky is blue, the birds are chirping just for you! Cause’ it’s your birthday! HOORAY!”

“Uh, if you say so-“

Alma rubbed the back of his head, his other arm still around his lover while trying to comprehend what they just said. {Y/N} knew they were blowing it, they just needed to get to their room- and fast- As if Kanda read their thoughts, he turned his head over his shoulder and gave {Y/N} an impatient look. {Y/N} nodded and turned to Alma, laying their hand on his chest, “Sorry Alma! I forgot.. my… SOCKS! Yes my socks! I’m walking in these boots barefoot! So I’m gonna go up to my room and fetch them real quick!” {Y/N} chuckled nervously before scurrying away down the aisle of tables and out of Alma’s grip. Alma stood there confused on what just happened, before turning to Kanda with a look that said, ‘What?’ Kanda ignored it and just made rude comebacks to distract,

“Honey? Babe? You two are like horny teenagers. It’s embarrassing.”

“Like you weren’t a horny teenager?”

“I wasn’t. Now shut up.”

-:-

So now you know how they managed to escape Alma for the time being, now comes the hard part, keeping him there. {Y/N} was in their room now, working their hands away at the gift. Tying, threading, decorating it as much as they could. Yet meanwhile at the cafeteria-

-:-

“It doesn’t take a person twenty minutes to get a pair of socks. I’m going to check on them-“

“Sit.”

Kanda yanked Alma’s wrist down to keep him grounded at the table. Alma groaned, “What’s the big deal Yuu? Is there something I don’t know??”

“Don’t call me that in public.”

“Yuu-“

“Shut up and eat.”

-:-

{Y/N} was almost done finishing up, just need to do one more loop- annddd done! Three months of hard knitting paid off! Now all {Y/N} had to do was wrap it! But, they didn’t have a bag, or anything to wrap it with. Shit. They’ll have to run to the first floor to get some supplies from the science division, and that would mean having to run past the cafeteria.. where Alma and Kanda were- FUCK!

-:-

“Lunch is already over- {Y/N} hasn’t eaten! What is going on with them? Maybe I should check on them-“

Kanda once again forced Alma back in his seat, his soba already finished, “Maybe you should sit down.” Alma groaned louder than last time, “You’ve been doing this all throughout lunch! Is there something you two are hiding from me?? Is it a birthday surprise!! Oh {Y/N}! Hey-“

SHIT- he spotted them-

{Y/N} thought they could run past the cafeteria without being seen. The present was still laying in their room, just waiting to be wrapped. {Y/N} didn’t even look Alma’s way and instead quickly jogged towards the science division,

“{Y/N}? {Y/N}! It’s like they can’t even hear me! I’m gonna catch up to them-“

“Sit-“

That time Alma dodged Kanda’s grab and ran for it. Kanda growled and stood up from the table, he didn’t have time to chase after him, he’ll just walk after him instead. Looks like he can say goodbye to those hair ties.

-:-

{Y/N} made it inside the science division’s lab and asked Reever for some wrapping supplies immediately,

“Wrapping stuff? For like- gifts?”

“Yes!”

Reever looked around the area, holding his chin while thinking, “I don’t think we have that kind of stuff in here. But we might have regular construction paper..?”

“That’ll do!”

“{Y/N}!”

“..shit!”

Alma’s voice could be heard throughout the entire lab, scaring anyone who was concentrating. {Y/N} turned to look at Alma running towards them, then turned to Reever who was already holding tape and construction paper in his hands, “You’re a life saver!”

“Better hurry kid, he’s on your tail!”

Reever chuckled out as {Y/N} took the second exit out of the lab.

-:-

If Kanda didn’t swoop in to snatch Alma, {Y/N} wouldn’t have made it to their room alone. Who was already taping pieces of grid-patterned construction paper over the fluffy gift. A few minutes went by before the entire thing was covered, it wasn’t pretty, but presentation didn’t matter. All that mattered was the hard work gone into making what was inside!

“{Y/N}?”

Along with a few knocks was heard at their door. {Y/N} let out a deep breathe, knowing that eventually Alma would catch up. So, all there was left to do was to give him his birthday present. Even if {Y/N} had JUST wrapped it, “Honey? Why were you running from me? Are you and Kanda hiding-“

Before he could finish, {Y/N} opened the door and held Alma’s birthday gift in their hands. Alma first looked at their {E/C} eyes, then he looked down at the gift they held. He stood there for a moment, his face in wonder, “Is that.. for me..?” {Y/N} smiled and leaned forward to kiss Alma’s red cheek, “Happy Birthday Alma..” they whispered into his ear before handing the present to him.

Alma was quite hesitant at first, his hands gently taking it. But then, a child-like excitement filled him as he began to tear the paper from the present, all the while smiling. Making {Y/N} chuckle from his adorable wonderment. The paper fell to the floor, revealing a full, fluffy, soft and big {F/C} blanket. Alma smiled widely, feeling the soft and thick yarn between his fingers. He finally looked up at {Y/N} who couldn’t contain the smile on their face, “{Y/N}.. did you make this?” They smiled softly, “Yea, it took me three months because of all the missions and how much time you spend with me, and whenever you saw me knit you always bugged me to make you a soft blanket.. so I did!”

Alma had tears pricking at his eyes, happiness overwhelmed him as he held the blanket close, “No ones.. ever done anything..like this for me..” Alma then let a few tears fall before reaching out and hugging his sweet {Y/N}, kissing them while wrapping the blanket around them tightly, “You’re definitely going to see my birthday suit tonight {Y/N}!”

{Y/N} snorted, “That is so embarrassing to say Alma!”

“Yea, I’m standing right here.”

That’s when you and Alma decided to go to the market together to get Kanda two packs of hair ties so he doesn’t tell anyone else what was said to you that day.