#much floof very soft so wow

[pastafossa]

I wanted to show ya'll Floof's floofy winter chest and belly fluff but he wouldn't look up so I had to wave a toy until I got the shot, which led to this delightful series.

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 19 : broken soul

The monkeys discover what MK was hiding

Macaque was ahead of him, Sock curled up on his shoulders. The little fluff ball had demanded to be carried the second they began to walk and the warrior conceded easily, even him couldn't win in the face of her sparkling eyes. Sun Wukong discreetly took one or two pictures, and if Macaque remained obvious, Sock turned once or twice towards the camera, her eyes flashing in the dark night.

They caught up with the kid quite easily, with Macaque's way of bending the shadows to his will, and his golden vision, it wasn't very difficult. Even if the sage insisted for the warrior to not push himself, he hovered around him each time his frown seemed a little too deep, peeking over his shoulder with worry. And each time he approached him, Sock pawed at his face. Macaque was annoyed with his hovering, but his frown eased each time Sock pawed at him, softness settling on his face for a second, before letting smugness take over.

MK wasn't going very fastly, he was walking along the shaded streets, singing to an old song blasting in his headphones.

Macaque jumped on a nearby trash can and climbed a wall, running on the roof. Sock was unbothered by it all, licking one of her paws and rubbing her fuzzy head as she rested on the warrior shoulders. Sun Wukong stilled a second, a bit stunned by the sudden jump. He took a deep breath, chasing away his insecurities, and tried to mimic the warrior. The first jump came easily, but he tripped when he landed on the roof, feet stuttering.

Macaque caught his wrist before he could stumble, and steadied him. Sun Wukong quickly regained his balance, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, wow. Guess I drank too much." Awkwardly chuckled the sage.

"Wukong, you drank tea." Replied the Macaque with a raised eyebrow.

"My statement still stands." Mumbled the King.

"You idiot." Laughed the warrior, he nuzzled the cat perched on his shoulders, Sock meowed happily and nuzzled back. "Look, she agrees with me. I'm her favorite." The King gasped, fasly outraged, and looked at his lil lady with teary eyes.

"Nooo, my fluffy triangle, how could you." Mumbled the sage, he leaned over his lil bud, Sock meowed at him joyously, happy to see him, and licked his snout. "Hmm, nah, I'm still her favorite."

"She just knows you better. She's on my shoulders now, so that's proof I'm her favorite."

"No, she's just curious." Refuted the sage. He leaned over his cat and nuzzled her lovingly. "Says, my lil sage, who do you prefer between me and Macaque?" Sock tilted her head and looked between him and Macaque. She pawed at him, and he beamed, going as far as to jump in the air in joy.

"That means nothing." Chuckled the warrior. "She's still on my shoulders." Sock meowed at the warrior and gently pawed his face (she was more gentle with him than with the sage). "Look, she's pawing at me now."

"Well, sure, you could be her second favorite, I suppose."

"Hm, guess it's better than nothing. Right, lil sage of floof ?" Sock purred happily, and hid in his neck, enjoying the warmth he provided. Sun Wukong looked over the both of them, a soft smile on his lips. His heart was fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, it was so lovely to see the both of them bonding. He didn't know it felt so good to see two people (cat?) he cared about bonding with each other. Macaque must have felt his gaze, he looked up at him with inquiry. The sage stopped staring, and cleared his throat, trying to calm his beating heart.

"Let's go, MK will lose us."

"I doubt that, the kid is a snail."

"Hey, don't doubt my mentee. He's fast as a jaguar!"

"Hm, are you sure about that?" Asked the macaque as he pointed at the kid, who wasn't very far despite their little breather.

"… That's an exception."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

"How dare you." Chuckled the King.

"I always dare, Wukong. You know me." Replied the macaque, he resumed their chasing, running on the roof with light footsteps. Sun Wukong ran after him, trying to smother his laugh in his palm to not blow their cover.

MK walked towards the outskirts of the city, he stretched a little there and turned into an eagle. Wukong wondered why he bothered walking, he could have flown right away, but he supposed he had his reasons. The sage summoned his cloud, fluffied it a little, and tentatively offered his hand to the warrior, eyes fleeting. Macaque passed by him without taking his hand, because of course he did, and climbed the cloud, settling comfortably. He put Sock in his arms, holding her tightly, and turned towards the sage with a fanged smile on his lips. The sage's heart skipped a beat, and he climbed his own cloud with a thumping tail. They soared after the kid, navigating through the clouds with ease, using the sage's piercing eyes to find shaded paths.

MK flew across a desert, his wings piercing the chilling winds of the night. Sun Wukong had an inkling as to where his mentee was going. It wasn't hard to guess considering the kid mentioned Red Son. Soon enough, the Bull's fortress appeared on the horizon, a castle of steel standing strong in the midst of ruby red trails of lava. MK landed quietly, before the massive entry, and regained his form. He was brought in by Red Son, and disappeared behind the heavy door.

"Maybe they're just hanging out?" Mumbled the warrior as they hovered above the fortress.

"Do you really believe that?" Replied the King.

"They seemed quite chummy."

"Chummy as in…"

"I don't know… Maybe they're dating."

"What? MK is too young for that!"

"He's 22?" Retorted the warrior, an amused shine in his eyes, as if Wukong's plight was funny.

"Exactly. That's too young. Anyway, we're going in."

"Oh yeah ? And who's gonna take care of miss cutie over there?" Asked the warrior as he petted the lil lady spread on his lap, she meowed happily and chased after the pets. Sun Wukong frowned for a second, he took a bunch of his hair and invoked one clone.

"You, take care of Sock while we're gone." Ordered the sage.

"Got it boss!" Yelped the clone, he carefully took the cat from Macaque's lap, eyes lingering a bit too long on the warrior, before nuzzling the lil lady lovingly. "Aww, come on my lil sage, you're hanging out with the coolest clone tonight."

"Well, that's one way to solve this." Muttered the ebony monkey.

"Yeah, now come on!"

The sage leaped out of the cloud and transformed into a hawk, Macaque followed behind him, traveling through his shadows. They passed by an open window, quietly landing in one of the castle corridors.

"Hey, Macaque. You're good with magic or…?" Tentatively asked the sage as he regained foot, and changed back. Macaque flinched, tail shyly coiling on his ankle, and looked away. Sun Wukong wordlessly took one of his hands and pressed it against his forehead, giving bits of his magic to aid the other. Macaque yanked back his hand after a few seconds and muttered a wavering “thank you”.

The sage turned into a butterfly and flew away, his eyes glowing with a subtle shine to help him see through the dark. Macaque sank in his shadows, quietly following after the sage. Sun Wukong found his mentee rather quickly, MK was with Red Son, in a lavish room filled with papers and scrolls. The sage hid in one corner, listening attentively to the two chattering kids. Macaque settled in the sage's shadow, taking control of his silhouette, Sun Wukong tried to not let himself be affected by that. The feeling of having someone in his shadow was nostalgic, something he was used to in his youth. But it wasn't the time for nostalgic musing, he had to focus.

"So you found the next piece?" Asked MK with a beaming smile.

"Well, yeah. It's not that far from here but it's in a dangerous territory."

"I'm sure Mei and I can handle it! Besides, I'm the Monkie Kid."

"It's serious, Noodle boy. You're sure you don't want to ask your mentors for help? Actually, they should know, especially the black furred one." Sighed the little Bull as he turned towards a worn map carefully hung on one of his walls.

"No… They're going through a lot right now, I don't want to worry them." Mumbled the kid as he played with his hoodie strings.

"But it concerns them."

"Yeah… But I don't want to… you know how Macaque is. It's better if we do it this way."

"We don't even know if the black simian will agree to try-"

"I'm sure he will. I know he doesn't want to… you know."

"Alright." Conceded Red Son. MK suddenly sprang on his feet, eyes narrowed in confusion, flickers of gold passing through his iris. Sun Wukong was at the same time very proud of his mentee for sensing their presence, but also very worried. Before he could try to hide, he was pushed in the shadows, swallowed by the darkness.

The shadows were cold, snakes of darkness coiling around him, dragging him in their nest, trapping him inside. Macaque was the only thing he could grab in this place, the only thing he could sense. The warrior made them emerge outside, in front of the heavy door. Sun Wukong immediately called his cloud, and they soared away from the fortress.

"I thought you would take longer, what happened?" Asked the clone as he handed snacks to the lil lady. Where he got the snacks was a mystery, Wukong knew it wasn't made of hair.

"The kid spotted us." Sighed the King, the clone nodded, he poofed himself when he sensed the cold atmosphere between them. Sun Wukong took Sock and held her tightly, not willing to let her free on the cloud. They flew in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, musing about what they heard. "I… Do you know what the kid was talking about?" Finally asked the sage.

"No." Sighed the warrior, eyes downcast, a storm brewing in his twilight iris.

"Do you think it's linked to your state? "Macaque flinched, he turned away, arms clutching his own fur.

"Why do you think that?"

"They were scrolls about soul magic littering the room. And from how they talked about you… it's safe to assume it's linked."

"… I don't know, maybe." Silence embraced them once again, Sun Wukong let a few gusts of wind pass through his fur, letting the warrior catch his breath, before resuming the talk.

"I know… that you don't want to talk about it. And I understand, I don't want to push you. But if the kid is involved I… I can't let this go."

"I'll talk to the kid." Conceded the warrior, he curled up on himself, as if he was trying to hide from the sage's gaze.

"Macaque. I need to know what's going on."

"Can't you just let me handle it?" Quietly asked the warrior, tail shaked by nervous starts.

"I…why don't you want to tell me?" Mumbled the sage, throat clogged by unsaid feelings, unsaid fears. He petted Sock to calm his stuttering breath.

"I just… I’m not weak."

"I know you're not."

"You're gonna blame yourself."

"I'm already doing it." The warrior sighed, he straightened a little, but didn't turn to face him.

"I… The lady bone demon butchered my resurrection. I think you can guess what that means."

"Fuck. I… she really used necromancy. Macaque you… does the kid know?"

"He knows. I think he's searching for a cure or whatever. I didn't think he would put himself in danger I…" Macaque’s head dropped to his knees, shoulders shaking. "Fuck. Why does he do this?"

"Because he cares." Replied the King, he slowly approached the warrior, one hand hovering above him, but never touching him. "I care too." He quietly added.

"But it's hopeless. There is no cure."

"Don't say that-"

"I know so. I searched for a long time. There is no cure. I'm doomed to live the rest of my life as a fucking parasite or die because of her. Fuck. The last few months made me forget that."

"Don't… Listen, I'm going to confront the kid, and then we're going to help you."

"Don't make me hope." Hissed the warrior. "Stop making me hope, I'm tired of being deceived." Sock looked up once she heard the anguish in the ebony monkey's voice, she leaped out of the King lap and quietly approached the warrior, gently pawing at his arm. Macaque turned towards her and petted her, she meowed happily and climbed on his lap. The warrior curled up around her, shoulders shaking a little less.

"Okay… Don't hope then, just let me handle it." Sighed the sage. They were approaching flower fruit mountain, the volcano ring recognizable from afar. The King noticed the clouds brewing above his kingdom and cursed. "I… is it a bad time to tell you that tonight is a storm night ?"

"Are you for real?" Grumbled Macaque.

"Yeah, I think it's gonna be pretty bad. You.. Hm… you're welcome in the cave by the way. If you want to spend the storm here."

"… Yeah, okay, whatever. I'm tired."

They quietly landed in the water curtain cave, the rest of the troop already snuggling there, sleeping away without any worries. Macaque's expression softened when he spotted the troop, his body relaxed, and his hold on Sock weakened a little. Nonetheless he still didn't free her, Sock didn't seem to mind, enjoying being cradled so softly. Sun Wukong jumped out of his cloud and made it disappear with a flick of wrist, he turned towards the warrior, tail twitching nervously behind him, and cleared his throat.

"Hm, you can come inside my shack, if you want?" Macaque looked at him, eyes searching, before heading towards the shack. Sun Wukong repressed the joyous trill wanting to escape his lips and followed after the warrior.

Macaque settled on the couch, Sock on his lap, and busied himself with the lil lady, letting her pawe at his tail as she saw fit. Sun Wukong fled to the kitchen, trying to find something to eat to appease his worry. He took a peach popsicle and ate away his nervosity. His eyes lingered on the others popsicles, he hesitantly took another one and returned to the living room. Sun Wukong sat on the couch and nervously played with the tip of his tail.

"Hm, here, y-you hungry?" The sage handed the popsicle to the warrior, Macaque looked at him for a few seconds, before sighing and accepting the olive branch.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Mumbled the macaque as he ate the popsicle.

"I… Well, I made you uncomfortable."

"You wanted answers." Sighed the warrior. They ate their snacks in silence, both musing over what happened.

"I'm glad you apologized to the kid." Suddenly mumbled the sage.

"It was high time."

"Still, the kid deserved it. I should apologize to him too…"

"Hm, yeah, he doesn't deserve any of our bullshit."

"Yeah, I'm not a very good mentor, am I? He always gets dragged in my messes." Awkwardly chuckled the sage, he regretted saying that the moment the words passed his lips. This wasn't something he wanted to share, but yet his lips seemed strangely loose around the warrior.

"You're… You're not bad. At mentoring I mean." The warrior let his claws pass through Sock's fur, he began to groom her, a nervous tick perhaps. Sock was already used to living with a monkey, so she wasn't bothered by the grooming. Sun Wukong groomed her a lot when he was stressed.

"… You're sure? I think you are a way better mentor than me."

"I'm really not." Replied Macaque. "I mean, yeah, I'm awesome, and you're awkward." The warrior's tail brushed against his in a teasing manner, Sun Wukong chuckled.

"How kind of you."

"I'm the kindest I know. But seriously, you're great. You made mistakes but you're trying."

"Yeah… "Wukong played with his popsicle stick, spinning it between his claws. He bit his lips, not wanting to let the words out, but they passed his lips regardless of his wishes. "Did I ever hurt MK?" Macaque stopped playing with Sock and turned towards him, tail still. Sun Wukong curled on himself, belittling himself for asking that.

"What do you mean?"

"It's… no, it's nothing."

"No, what do you mean?" Sock jumped out of Macaque's laps the second he moved, the warrior scouted closer and Wukong turned away.

"Did I… ever hurt him when I was in my feral state?"

Macaque tensed, something almost unnoticeable, so small it could have flown past him if he hadn't paid attention, but Wukong had keen eyes, and this small shiver from the other was enough to fill him with dread. The thought wasn't new, he knew he had done something to MK, but some part of him was still trying to refute it.

"You… I mean you were attacking everyone so-"

"So I did." Mumbled the sage. "Did I hurt you too?"

"No, you were… really sweet with me."

"Great." Sun Wukong turned towards the warrior and dived in his eyes. "I guess I have one more thing to say sorry for, MK is gonna get a lot of apologies."

"Apologizing is hard. But you can do it." Macaque smiled at him, something awkward, and wavering, but real. "You're the great sage aren't you?"

"You bet I am." Sun I King turned away, unable to keep looking at the other without letting his emotions consume him.

The storm bursted out outside, loud and obnoxious, the sky was torn apart by lightning.

"You're alright? With your ears I mean?"

"Yeah, the dampening spell is still on."

"Cool."

The lights inside of his shack got out, perhaps disturbed by the lightning. Sun Wukong jumped on his feet, startled by the sudden dark.

"I'm getting candles, just wait here."

The sage tried to navigate in the dark, but he hit his feet on his table sides and fell on the floor.

"You're okay?" Asked the warrior.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't move." The sage held his feet, trying to repress the groans bubbling up in his throat. Sock jumped on his chest, because of course she did, and pawed at him. "Sock, wait, I'm suffering there lil sage don't pawe ate me" . The sage held his lil lady, she meowed at him, softly pawing at his hands to free herself. "I swear sometimes I feel like you're trying to kill me."

"You know you have gold vision, right?"

"Fuck… didn't thought of that."

Macaque bursted out laughing, the sage could hear his tail thumping happily on the couch. And even if he couldn't see him, Sun Wukong could easily imagine how he would look. The warrior would laugh unabashedly, fangs glinting, and eyes crooked like moon crescents. He would calm down after a while and try to hide his laugh with his palms, embarrassed by his own loudness, if he had his scarf he would hide in it.

Sun Wukong chuckled along, still holding his lil bud, heart beating just a little bit faster.

This was nice.

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[pocketjoong-reads]

Don’t mind me as I sob while reading this for the nth time in like a couple of days or so. I love you so much, Bai (T^T) I can’t thank you enough for your friendship, your time, your presence, and your love throughout these few months that I’ve known you. (Weirdly enough, it was Hongjoong who made our paths cross… just realised this and now I’m very asdfghjkl rn…) Producer/idol!Joong??? YOU ARE REALLY FUELLING MY DELULU RN AKSJDHGBSNK. I love him *sob sob* Hand hugs… *giggles like a fool* That’s so cute help!! 

Oh my goodness… this paragraph did something to my heart. It’s just so… so floof and soft and just so… wow. The idea of hand hugs bc you know someone like the back of your hand… *cries in the corner* 

I’m not sobbing, I swear… Kinda have the image of joong and mc sitting on the floor, smeared in fabric paint and giggling at random jokes while painting the canvas bag and *curls up on the floor to cry*

“...there was your cardio for the next day or so until you would decide to do this all over again.” WHY IS THIS ME WHEN I CLIMB THE STAIRS OF A BUILDING THAT’S MORE THAN 3 FLOORS HIGH SKDJHGHJSKL. Sweater Hoodie paws AAAAAAAAAAA!! The buildup to the kiss though oh my goodness… the memories, the way they can read each other, and just… everything, really. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL T^T 

The way I cackled at this ahahahaha~ “So we are now hand huggers who kiss each other sometimes.” And what if I sob???? Honestly, this is the most comfy fluff I’ve ever read and I am in love!! Thank you for writing this beauty and for sharing it!! I love you so much T^T This is just infinitely beautiful and just… Ngl, your fics (especially the fluff ones) literally give me the same amount of serotonin and comfort that Joongie’s lives do… :’) *glomp*

Hand hug

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🫶 pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🫶 genre: fluff, friends to lovers, implied producer/idol joong bc iykyk 🫶 summary: you and hongjoong have many traditions, inside jokes, and stories, but do you really know him like the back of your hand? 🫶 wordcount: 3.0k 🫶 warnings/tags: editing? mayhaps, coffee at questionable hours, food mention, convenience store snaccysnaccs, producer!joong, wholesome joong in a hoodie, rooftops/being on roof, night scenery, very late(early) night(morning) 🫶 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 🫶 a/n: @pocketjoong my love, my Sky, my universe, my everything. happy birthday <3 i love you to infinity, and thank you for everything and more! i am wishing you all the best on this amazing day~ and i hope you like this joongie~ <3

Hand hugs. One of the many, many inside jokes and mini traditions that you had crafted together with Hongjoong over the course of your friendship. Or relationship. Or whatever pining for your friend for ages was supposed to be called. You did not mind. At least you got your Hongjoong by your side. Or could you even say that?

While you watched Hongjoong rush down the aisle of the convenience store after he had exclaimed that he had forgotten something ‘essential’, the thought plagued your mind, gnawing on it like a persistent little devil. Just like it had done the last time you two hung out, and the one before that. How would you react if he were to ever date anyone? Get in a relationship? Get married? Would you be okay with being the best friend at his wedding, quietly seething in the corner and wishing that it was you standing next to him? You shrugged to yourself and clutched the basket tighter in your hands.

It was always you and Joong. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he knew you like the back of his. Maybe that was why the hand hugs were so symbolic, transcending their original intent, which was to find a compromise between your desire for oxytocin surges and his aversion to all things physical touch. A simple palm to palm, digits to digits, thumb around the other’s hand. A hand hug. Simple. Sweet. A reminder for both of you that you knew each other, and were living a beautiful life together.

While you were caught up in your musings you noticed your load lightening a little too late - Hongjoong was already on his way to pay, again. With a yelp you started for the self checkout, but he softly nudged you with his hip, a cheeky smile adorning his face while he scanned the items. You pondered if this deserved a joking purchase of something abominably spicy, but decided against it. After all, you would not be able to force him to eat it even if you tried. So you simply held a resting gaze on the methodical swiping and the way in which the items disappeared into Hongjoong’s trusty canvas bag, one after the other. 

It was tattered, showed some darkening at the edges, a couple of loose threads here and there, but Hongjoong would fight you if you were to even dare suggest throwing it away. But you would never even think to do it - after all, the design that it bore was one you two had painted together, a few years ago in the midst of one change after another. It was a depiction of the Earth surrounded by the random favourite things that made the two of you who you were. Pleasant and heart-warming memories. This canvas bag had carried things equally as pivotal to the both of you. It had carried your items when you moved out to begin life as an independent adult (only to have Hongjoong visit you, or you visit Hongjoong so often that you knew no solitude), it had held the equipment and disks owned by none other than your closest and dearest friend as he marched to the studio, dreams stronger than ever, passion and eagerness to achieve in every step. The handles remembered the way in which you would share the weight, one for each person, swinging ever so slightly as you would walk in stride down the city streets wherever your hearts desired. Just like you were doing now, with the snacks and quick meals protected by the sturdy material. In your free hands, you had your ‘cost effective coffees’, as Hongjoong had called them once and the title stuck. This was your favourite kind of two in the morning.

There was only one place where your feet would take you at this hour, and it was the rooftop. Not any kind of rooftop, but the one on Hongjoong’s apartment building, located in a scenic and quiet residential district, a little ways off from the centre of the city, but giving the best landscapes and skyline view of glimmering lights. The walk to his building was silent - there was no need to fill the atmosphere with aimless chatter that would, either way, turn to a hazy, noisy static. You knew what the other was thinking, at least you wanted to pretend you did. You smiled to yourself. If only he was thinking the same as you were in this moment. About the closeness of your hands, about how your heart was pounding in your chest, about how you caught the scent of his cologne that suited him so well when he playfully pushed you. You focused on the dimly lit street ahead, trying to keep your breathing level as you trekked higher and higher up the hill, to your one true paradise.

Thankfully the building was only a few stories high, and did not need too intense of an effort to conquer. At least this was what you told yourself every time before starting on the journey up the spiralling flights of stairs, one step after the other until you were almost out of breath and your legs were just starting to ache - there was your cardio for the next day or so until you would decide to do this all over again. Because this was a small price to pay for the timelessness that you would experience once you got to the top. A click of the key, a turn of the doorknob, and the infinite expanse of the night was surrounding you, and the breeze gently tousled your locks as you stepped out onto the roof, following Hongjoong closely. 

You were not sure how exactly he had managed to convince his landlord to give him the keys to the roof, since it was normally off limits and a mystery even for the permanent residents. Maybe Hongjoong promised to clean and re-vamp the place a bit - which he most definitely did, considering that it now looked like the ultimate relaxation spot, with outdoor fairy lights, plants that did not mind waiting until the next rainfall to be watered, lounge chairs, an antique table that he had picked up at the secondhand market and reinforced to live through the tests of the great outdoors, and some little trinkets that were simply so him that it made you want to burst into tears. He had an eye for design, an eye for expression, and whether he would have liked for you to say this or not, had an eye for love. It was all around you. In everything he had done to the place, in how he treated it, in how he pulled out the chair for you, in how the two of you took a moment to look out into the distance, marking out the local attractions and main highlights of the city before launching into a scavenger hunt through the canvas bag, keeping quiet and feigning obliviousness when your hands brushed once, twice, another time. No, you could never give up this feeling. 

Clinking plastic cups, the lids preventing the drink that was the colour of deep mahogany and the taste of bitter remnants of a campfire, you reclined on your seat and nodded to yourself absent-mindedly, taking a sip. Nothing could be sweeter than this after all. You stole another glance at Hongjoong, who was still wistfully staring off into the distance, caught up in his thoughts. You and him decided to wear your ‘accidentally matching’ hoodies today, in the true free and young spirit of the late night, or early morning, raid on the convenience store. You said ‘accidental’, but was it really when the hoodie was one that he had gifted you for your birthday, and ‘just so happened’ to have a similar one, obviously new? Regarding the piece with a soft smile, you had taken note of how the sleeves of the hoodie spilled just a little bit over his frail, yet elegant wrists, practically transforming into warmers or mittens. Only thanks to the drink which he was cradling in his perfectly manicured hands - with one finger sporting a new coat of nail polish, could you even see his digits in the lulling semi-darkness.

Nothing was being said, and yet a whole universe was passing with every second. In every sigh, twist, tilt of the head, in how Hongjoong flicked through his phone only to put it down and let soft instrumentals twirl from the speakers - a track he was working on, no doubt, in everything that the two of you shared was something you did not wish to even begin to define, out of fear that it would crumble before you. A fragile creature, a precious little bird that cautiously shared its song with the two of you, perched on the echoes of years behind you. Hopping from branch to branch of dialogue and dreaming. The acoustic piece ended, and with it, the birdsong. A trembling flutter of the wings carried it away into your ribcage, and you waited with bated breath for the next moment. Hongjoong set his coffee aside, clumsily pausing the track which had already returned to the intro and was beginning to repeat the first few strums of the guitar chords, and with a timid smile, gazed at you. Expectant. You looked away, trying to find comfort in the glints of distant stars, the hum of traffic miles away and howling of ghostly sirens reflecting off the blanket of deep navy, an onyx-coated purple, and right at the horizon, of stubborn, yet dazed and tired ashen reds and yellows of the urban nocturne. 

“Thoughts?” not liking the sound of his own voice, he cleared his throat after letting the whisper escape him. You paid it no mind, every syllable turning into a stunning creation in your mind. The best the sonorous world could offer. He leaned closer, you could feel it, but you remained how you were, pretending to be transfixed by the starry masterpiece.

“It’s pretty,” you mumbled back, ambiguous. You knew better than to hope that Hongjoong would end the discussion there. Ever since the early days, he would ask you for your reviews, opinions, critiques, input… During nights like these, the most casual get-together could turn into a listening party, with him playing song after song only to stop one midway and start another, worried, wanting to impress you. All the more exciting for you - you could listen forever.

“What is?” he tried again, perching his elbows on the armrest of his chair, to the point where you could sense his presence next to you.

“The tune.”

“There wasn’t one though?” you could imagine his eyes narrowing as he asked.

“I can hear it. And I know you already have one in mind so,” you let your sentence trail off as you took another sip of the cooling coffee.

“Got you. Incomplete, right?” he picked up on your cues better than anyone could. You nodded, humming in agreement with his conclusion.

“Yeah. But I know you considered it.”

“Sure did. What are you piecing together?” he continued, running a hand through his hair, to adjust some invisible strand. A nervous habit. So he could feel it too after all. Unless you were misreading in your recent state of hoping. You chuckled, deciding to not delve further into whether it was at yourself or the evident tension, lifting the cup to eye level to inspect how it caught the fairy lights, revealing various shades of brown, copper, silvery white from the plastic. 

“That one melody from last week. Tuesday, I think it was. The one where you had the synth riff and the humming. And then the lyrical refrain you told me you wrote while waiting for me by the bakery,” he gleamed, soul growing warmer from your recollection. You fiddled with the cardboard holder, Hongjoong’s burning look proving to be too much to handle.

“I swear, you can read my mind,” you could not help but exhale sharply, bemused at the suggestion. If anything, you were convinced of the opposite. There were few times when you were certain of what was going on in Hongjoong’s beautiful mind. Be it a new project or creative adventure that he was embarking on, or an entirely different experiment, or a surprise that you could not even begin to conjure ideas about. He was a mystery, but that was one of the many things you loved about him. Your reaction earned you a raise of the eyebrow and a light tap on your shoulder, making you finally turn towards your friend, only for the intensity of his eyes to be almost breathtaking, “what was that?”

“Nothing,”

“Am I wrong?”

“I mean… you do keep whole albums a secret for… goodness knows how long so…”

“I bet you know what I am thinking now,” his boldness took you off-guard, and you paused. Blinking a couple of times to adjust to the sudden shift in what was between you, so laden with an unspeakable force that you could barely formulate your own response, you regarded his outstretched arm, palm facing you, fingers together, all except the thumb. You squinted in suspicion, but failed to conceal the grin that was creeping onto your features as you moved to complete the hand hug. 

“Kim Hongjoong… what are you plotting?” words failed to leave an impact, it seemed, since your friend merely picked the cup from your hands to leave it beside his at the table. 

Pressing his palm to yours, he concentrated. You could not look away, not when you were going progressively more haywire with each passing second. He was not letting go, thumb beginning to dig into the back of your hand, and his gaze remained trained on you, only you. Right through you and into your heart. He was reading you and seeing your every thought about him - that was how the exchange felt. Hongjoong was picking apart your infatuation, inspecting it, living it. You felt exposed in front of him, and yet he would not allow you to let go. That much you were sure of. Unlike whatever he was mulling over. 

But you did not need to wait much longer for your answer, as, in a split second, your fingers were intertwined and he was pulling you closer and closer to him, his other hand flying to your shoulder to support you and prevent any falls. When you were only a couple of centimetres away, he stopped, as though all bravery had left him temporarily, and his eyes darted from yours, to your lips, back again, anywhere except your face and back to you, now staying. In this eternity of being in one space, sharing the same breath, searching for a future in the decision that was to come, you finally clear that no, you could not see anyone like this. Anyone except your Hongjoong.

“I'd say you can guess… maybe?”

“I don’t think I can,” coy, you responded, much to Hongjoong’s relief. You were you, the one he loved, and nothing was going to change that. This, just like any of the traditions, habits, memories you had made together, was the most natural, and most precious thing in the universe.

“Let me give you a hint,” a whisper, sultry, low was the last thing you heard before your worlds collided, and his lips were moving in a perfect rhythm with yours.

It was like puzzle pieces falling into place. Long lost soulmates finding each other. The sun rising after a thunderstorm. It felt like all the times that had made you and Hongjoong who you were, and who you were going to be. Your hand found purchase on the side of his face, his sharp jawline and soft skin in a stunning harmony against your fingertips. In every sense, it was him, and him alone, and you were blessed by the stars themselves.

Only when you heard the creaking of a chair did you pull away, and glimpsed Hongjoong cursing under his breath and muttering that he ‘hated this thing’ before he stood up, sweeping you away with him. You obliged, longing for his closeness. This was unprecedented, but so, so very welcome. A strong arm around your waist, and a quick push under the chin focusing you back on him, and you were back in bliss, in an entrancing tandem. The kiss was a revival, just like it was a revisitation. It was right. It tasted like the coffee and the late nights, it reminded you of the deep talks and the walks to nowhere and everywhere, it made you yearn for more and yet in the marvellous dance of your lips against his, you found it.

“What am I thinking?” Hongjoong asked as you broke apart, inhales pronounced by the chill of the early hour.

“You are thinking… ‘wow, this is way too close for comfort’,” you jested, chuckling when he scrunched his nose in mock frustration.

“Okay no you definitely cannot read my mind,” he answered, finding your hand once more, and lifting it to his own. Palm to palm. Digits to digits. Thumbs around to complete the miniature embrace. You watched, beaming. 

Hongjoong was closer than ever before, for you and with you, and your heart was about to burst. You regarded him, the love in his eyes and his every gesture as he rocked side to side, just how he knew you liked. Soothing, and always yours. He knew you and you knew him, and at the same time, never failed to find new beauty in one another and details to learn. Masterpieces, forever evolving, you were in this moment together, in this city, on this rooftop, in each other’s arms. Alive and in love. Through the silence, your voice travelled.

“So we are now hand huggers who kiss each other sometimes,” he laughed, breaking into your favourite grin, and leaned forwards until his forehead was against yours.

“Mhm. Sounds good to me.”

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Five’s floofy hair, like if you agree

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Buncha dogs (of course, until you look closer)

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Wow this took me way longer to complete this than I thought, haaaaaa blease help /hj

Werewedzel designs for Graham, No2, and No1 because I Like Character Design™

Closeups and design notes below the cut (☞^o^) ☞ incase you wanna ✨ read my rambles

Graham I've actually had the design for a while. I don't really wanna change it! He's based off one of the plain looking wedzel wolves, so he only has minor color difference (I'm thinking at the edges of his floofs)

Graham is the fluffiest of the three, with some of the biggest, roundest curls for that extra soft. He also has one of the more voluminous tails! Perfect for cuddles

He's also got the roundest shape language ;) a friend

Freckles!!

His body is mostly very lean like most wedzel wolves, with small sprouts of fur (like feathers!) Around the joints of some limbs

Tallest wolf! He's also the most dog-like out of the three, leaning more into the borzoi part of wedzel wolves. Slim body type, skinny limbs. Perfect for skidding around

Scars on animals are hard when they're wide like no1's :,))

His shape language is mostly squares just like always! Keeps the stoic nature.

Lu makes it so his fur is all messy and frayed, buuut No1 keeps up a very thorough hair routine. So his fur is much more kept together, smooth and silky

His coloring/patterning is based on the guard armor/guard uniform! Separated into sections based on where clothing would start and stop, and colored accordingly based on values :D

No2 does not like being a wolf, please don't

And to compliment that, his design is messy, bulky, stubby, all the embarrassing stuff. Teensy tail is uncomfortable.

he even keeps his ribbon! Cuz @captmickey convinced me and yeah he really does look like Beast from BATB, wowie audghsgds perfect

Shape language made of squares and triangles (but roundness I always add for that bit of him being a bit more of a friend~)

Two tone guard!

Markings include the face markings made to represent his lamb chops

The markings on his forelegs in the shape of spears

And the markings on his back paws that look like water!

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Yandere Nct reaction to s/n being very energetic and liking to play, and dance around the house?

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I included Shotaro and Sungchan despite them not having yandere profiles yet, so I tried to give brief reasonings behind their behavior that I felt fit them the best, from what I know about them. 

Nothing for them is solid yet.

~Ahreum Rhea

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Taeyoung: Deep down inside he loves your innocence and playfulness, but he’d have to get used to it, which would make him seem cold and irritated. He might soften on the inside, but it would take a long time before you actually saw it, so cherish it when you do. Most of the time he’d be glaring at you and being rough. 

“Glares You know I only play rough, kitten, I’ll destroy you. You can barely handle my light punishments and yet you want to play around with me? How brave. I don’t mind you dancing for me but, if you break anything, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you- nothing in this house is cheap. I’m glad you can manage to keep this up despite your situation, though, but how much longer do you think you’ll last? Sighs You make me want to destroy you..”

Yuta: He loves it a little too much. Your energy instantly cheers him up and makes him forget his troubles but he’s still sick, though, so he’d also want to destroy you- it’s like has cute aggression or something. One moment you two are dancing around together and having fun, and the next, he’s biting, spanking, and degrading you.

“Ah, my little cherry blossom. This is why I made you my bitch. You��re so cute I just can’t help myself! You make me wanna do bad things to you- put you on your knees, whip you, tie you up, ngh! It’s been too long since I’ve last marked you so I’m down to play, but can you handle it, little bitch? Let’s have another dance, but this time, in my dungeon Grabs you by the neck. I’m gonna wreck you and I won’t stop until you’re weak.”

Mark: Cat and mouse/ Tom & Jerry “I’m gonna die,”type of thing. He loves the predator nature of playing around with you, but he gets so damn rough and he’s scary as hell. It’s hard to tell if he’s just playing with you of if he’s seriously going to try and hurt you. With Mark, it honestly depends on his mood. Try not to get him too excited and trigger that predator side or he’ll quickly get aggressive. 

“I was enjoying watching you dance, why’d you stop? To play?…Yeah, sure, come here. Let’s play. Oh, you’re gonna run now, huh? Don’t think you’ll be able to hide from me. I’ll always find you y/n, and, when I do, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk right for a week. This’ll actually be fun smirks as he stalks through the house. Come out, come out, where ever you are…”

Johnny: Either right there with you or shaking his head at your innocent antics. Most of the time, though, he’s right there with you, laughing, dancing, being silly and playful, but, on occasion, he’d switch from being funny and adorable to dominating and demanding, really quick. Remember, he’s a bit sadistic, so he’ll definitely love ruining you in the best ways as he sees this side of you as teasing at times.

“Hahaha! You look so cute! Wait, do it again- do that face again. HAHAHA! topples over in laughter. Oh man, I really needed that. Hmm, there’s something else I’m in need of now. Suddenly get a bit serious, pulling you closer Come here, little one, sit on my lap, it’s my turn to play. You’ve had your fun, now I’ll have mine bites his lip as his gaze pierces deeply into yours.”

Jaehyun: 70% 0 tolerance. 30% Finding it amusing and going along with you or turning it into  baby girl x daddy time. No in-between. 

“Aish, you’re like a child at times. There’s really no point in having children if you’re going to act like one. What are you, 5? I know I call you babygirl sometimes but-.. oh, I see. You want Daddy to play with you, huh? Well, you sure got my attention, honey. However, you’ve been a bad girl recently, so why should I reward your bad behavior, hm? If anything, I’ll give you a light punishment really quick. Bends you over Count to 5.” 

Doyoung: He isn’t always up for your shenanigans, but he does enjoy seeing you dance and be happy around the house. He’ll never get upset with you about being happy, so long as it doesn’t result in you getting hurt, which would earn you a punishment and restriction from a few privileges - almost like getting grounded. 

“How did you hurt yourself, y/n? I was only away for two minutes! You were dancing and then you slipped? You need to be more careful, y/n! You can’t do things that’ll get you hurt. No more dancing for a week, no more music, and no more walking around barefoot. I’ll buy you some foodies with grip. Maybe next week I’ll let you dance again. Stick to singing for now, gosh, I’ll even teach you myself.”

Jungwoo: You know this ball of yandere floof will be right there with you acting silly. So much so that he’ll most definitely get himself hurt and, if you wanna score major brownie points, you’ll bandage him up and give him cuddles to make him feel better, uwu. Make him hot cocoa and stroke his hair, you’ll have yourself a soft and happy yandere boi.

“Ouch! Shit, that hurt! That was stupid. Oh, no it’s nothing, I’m fine, really. Gets pampered anyway Mmm..huh? Y-yeah, it’s all better now blushes as your eyes meet. Cuddles next? Grins ah, thank you. I really enjoy these moments with you. I’ve always dreamt of this- not getting hurt, but this- being here with you like- ah, nevermind.”

Haechan: This boi initiated all of the crazy (literally and figuratively) crap that goes down. He’s arguably the most playful yandere in all of NCT. You’ll never win, and he’ll never LET you win either. Playing or not, he’ll always show you who’s boss.

“Smirks Try to get up. Ah, come on y/n, you’re not even trying hard enough. I’m not even holding you that hard! Hahaha, you look so helpless right now! HAHAHA. Hey, let’s play hide and seek. You go hide and I’ll seek. If I catch you, sweetie, I won’t go easy on you- my reward will be having you bent over this couch. If you win- well, you won’t, now go hide. 

        Ding Dong, I’m coming in.

Hurry up and run,

Let’s play tag and have fun.

Ding Dong I’ve come in.

        Hurry up and hide,

       Let’s play hide and seek and have fun.

ready or not, here I come!!” 

Taeil: He’s a quiet and calm yandere, so he’ll just watch you have fun but will whole heartedly enjoy every moment of it. Just don’t get hurt or he’ll become more controlling like Doyoung. He’s also an old soul that needs to conserve his energy but, shockingly, has a lot.

“Wow, you’ve got ton of energy. That’s the benefit of being so young pout. Ah, don’t worry. You’re so cute, y/n. Having fun? You must be thirsty after all that dancing and playing, huh? Let’s take a nap afterwards cuzz you look sleepy. Drink your water and then we’ll go have a nap, ok? Also, try to be more careful. I know you haven’t hurt yourself yet, but I worry sometimes. Can’t have you getting yourself hurt.” 

Ten: Sometimes he’ll engage with you in laughing, dancing, singing, whatever else you’ve come up with but, sometimes, he’ll get tired out and want some peace and quiet. 

“Goodness, you remind me of Yangyang from time to time- I hate it and love it sometimes. Of course, I love it because it’s you, but damn, chill out for a bit, y/n. Rest for a while and then we’ll play my way. Playfully squeezes your butt It’ll be my turn to tire you out and have you begging for a break. Rest well, cuzz you’ll need it.”

Jeno: Will go along with it and manage to outlast you. You’d be pooped out and he’d still try to play with you, but it’ll get darker and darker until you become worried. He’s got a thing for having you pushed past your limits, being exhausted and at his mercy. Even so, you can tell he’s holding back something. He always is. 

“Oh, you’re tired already? It’s only been two hours, though. Let’s play some more, I’m actually enjoying this. I said let’s keep playing, y/n. Actually, lay there, I’ll take it from here. You can be my little rag doll. Throws you onto the couch not so gently Ah, y/n-ah, you’re so cute like that. Laughs Ok, ok, I’ll stop for now, but only because you’ve been so good lately. I wouldn’t want to hurt you too badly, now would I?” 

Jisung: He can go hours and hours since he’s so young and he doesn’t mind getting rough with you either when you decided to get playful with him. You’ll definitely have your hands full with this one. Although he’s more so on the cool calm and collected side, he’ll have bursts of energy that’ll leave you surprised. He’s still learning his strength, though, so he might become a little too rough with you.

“Aish, babe, you’re really playful all of a sudden huh? Wanna play? throws you over his shoulder and jumps onto the couch with you We’ll play my way then. Tickles you until you’re crying of laughter and begging him to stop. HAHA, ok, ok, that’s enough for now. I’m hungry, let’s eat. Oh- you’ve got a bruise forming- I didn’t think I was being that rough..lets get you some ice and then eat, alright? 

Jaemin: He’d go from 100 to 0 and back so fast. One minute he’s being just as energetic, even chaotic, and the next, he’s just chillin as you jump around the house like a crazy jellybean. He’d watch you the entire time, though, taking pictures and recording you for when he can’t be at home. 

“Don’t stop, babe. You look amazing, keep going. Yaaaaaass, perfect! Pose for me! moves from position to position trying to capture you from every angle. Ahh, so lovely. Let’s take some together and have a dance battle afterward! I’ll show you some moves I learned the other day; I know you’ll look amazing doing them!

Renjun: Doesn’t mind at all. He’ll go along with whatever it is that you do but will definitely shut it down once he’s gotten tired and wants to do something else. Best to just go along with his wishes and see what else you’ll end up doing. Most of the time it’s something like video games or watching a movie/youtube/anime/etc. while eating delicious food. 

“Alright, I’m hungry. Let’s watch something and order in. What would you like to eat? Cool, I’ll have sushi, it’s been a while since I’ve had it. No, you can’t order the food. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the little stunt you pulled. I don’t care how long ago that was, you’re not talking to anyone else. Deal with it, y/n, or you’ll spend the night in the closet.”

Chenle: Being the type of yandere to not typically have lots of energy means he’s less likely to partake in your games. He’s mostly a serious yandere and he becomes more and more so as time goes on. Though, this doesn’t mean that he’ll shut you down every single time because he understands that this is your thing. When it becomes too much, he’ll just ignore you until you get bored.

“Hm, you’ve calmed down now, huh? It’s about time. I was starting to think that I’d have to drag you over here and hold you down for a while. You’d probably try to make me chase you, though, and I’m honestly not in the mood for all that. Wanna play video games? That’s something we’d both enjoy doing and it isn’t so chaotic.”

Lucas: He’d love the wrestle around with you and you always end up pinned in the most suggestive positions ever. If you’re feisty and don’t give in easily, this’ll be all the more fun for this yandere. He’s sadistic, so he’ll hurt you on purpose just to hear your beautiful whimpers and pleas. So, long as you’re playing in this aspect, he’d never hurt you too bad that’ll cause long lasting pain, but you’ll definitely end up with bruises and marks all over your body. 

“Haha, you really think you can get out of this, y/n? I’ve got you in a lock that’d allow me to pop your shoulder right out of its socket if I really wanted to. Be thankful that you’ve been a good girl recently or else this would hurt even more. Flips and pins your arms above your head, gripping your wrist too tight This is fun, we should really do this more often. Bites you then the timer for the microwave goes off Oh, the hot pockets are ready yanks you up like a rag doll.”

Hendery: He watches you and enjoys the view from where he’s sat. He’ll join you sometimes but, other times, he’ll just kick back and relax while watching you entertain yourself. He doesn’t always enjoy inflicting pain upon you, sometimes he’s perfectly content with watching you do your own thing, so long as it doesn’t go against any of his many rules. 

“Mmm, I’ll probably join you in a bit. Right now, I’m enjoying this amazing view  ; ). Mental note, add this song to the playlist since you love it so much. Oh? You’d like to play? Hmm, let’s see, you’ve been a good girl for two weeks now. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to play around with you. But, if I don’t like it, we stop when I say so, got it? Good. Since you’re being so good, you get to pick the game this time.”

Xiaojun: He’s also not for games but he does understand that you have to have moments like this to prevent yourself from slipping into insanity. Seeing you like this reminds him of how you were before he took you, when you were full of life and happiness. It’ll frustrate him if he isn’t a part of it somehow, though, so make sure to include him if you want to continue your fun. Also doesn’t like inflicting pain 24/7, especially not to you. 

“Why don’t you come over here and dance with me? Sure, I know how to dance. I know how to sing as well. Maybe if I’m pleased enough by the end of this, I’ll sing a song for you. For now, let’s dance- follow my lead, alright? Y/n-ah, you’re actually doing great. Play? What kind of play? ..Ah, what am I going to do with you…?”

Winwin: He’ll laugh and smile at your playfulness and energetic personality. This is one of the many things that led to him falling in love with you and he’d be over the moon if you two had playful tickle wars, so long as you’re the one being tickled- he doesn’t like it too much but won’t complain too much cuzz, well, you’re willingly and happily touching him. He feels so lucky!

“Y/n-ah, no, not there! AH! HAHA! Squirms Nooo! You’re just getting revenge, aren’t you?! Well, how about this! Pins your arms above your head and attacks your arm pits, neck, and sides until you’re begging him to stop. Ah, see? I always win adorable smile. Oh, this is your favorite song, show me what you’ve got!” 

Yangyang: Ok, playing around with this yandere will get crazy. He’s wild and savage with a lot of energy himself, so he’d have no mercy when it comes to games, no matter what it is- which he always wins, might I add. He’ll out-dance you easily and poke fun at you for not doing it right, but he’d love to teach you everything he knows. 

“You look silly doing it that way, hahaha! Ok, look, it’s like this, see? Easy. Well, I’ve had more practice, but we’ll work on getting you up to speed. You’ll never be as good as me, though, but you’ll still look amazing. You catch him off guard with “tag you’re it,”. He just catches you with one hand and pulls you back to him Too slow, y/n, that’s how I was able to catch you the very first time. Let’s try that again, but this time, I’ll give you a five second head start.”

Kun: He’d watch you with amusement as you dance around the house. He wouldn’t join you, but he’ll let you do your thing since he considers this a better alternative to you being locked up and unable to move freely. Just don’t break anything in the house or you will be locked up for it. As far as being playful, he’ll be annoyed at first but then quickly melt at the pleasant attention he’s getting from you of your own free will and he’ll reciprocate it if he’s in the mood. If not, stop.

“You like the playlist I made for you? I comprised it of all your favorite songs. Now, I don’t mind you dancing around or anything, but keep in mind that, if you break anything, you’ll be punished for it after you’re done cleaning it up. I can’t play right now, I’m busy making dinner. Maybe after we eat, we can, but we’ll see. Until then, stay out of the kitchen- I’m almost done. 

Shotaro: He would be shy about engaging with you in dancing around the house and playing. He’d play along with you, though, but don’t be surprised if he then instead fixates on you and watches you the whole time, practically drooling. He’s a young baby yandere.

“Y/n-ah, you’re so pretty! Y-you want me to dance with you? He begins dancing but stops as soon as you start, getting distracted uhh…huh? Oh! Sure, we can play..depending on what you want to play, though. Nothing that include you going outside, just remember that. No, we can’t make a tik-tok together just yet, but we can practice for when I do decide to let you in on one.” 

Sungchan: He’ll pretend to be cool and unaffected by your behavior but, deep down inside, he’d want nothing more than to pull you close to him and dance against you/with you. Being playful wouldn’t help either. He’d desperately want to get all cutesy and cuddly with you, but he’d settle on playing more adult games to prove himself in a way. He’s also a young baby yandere and he doesn’t want you underestimating him, thinking that he needs your love and affection. Give him time.

“Heh, look at you. Having fun, sweets? That’s good. Continues to watch you until you distract him by poking him and acting cute What? Feel like being playful now? I’ve got a better idea, get undressed and then dance for me. Maybe then I’d feel like playing around with you. I wasn’t asking, pipsqueak. Get to it before I get bored. You’ve obviously got the energy in you, my little bunny. If you do good enough, we’ll play video games.” 

[pbjamas]

What are you thoughts overall on hawks as a character? Tell me everything you do and don’t like about him, how he’s treated in canon and fanon and/or anything else about him

Oh, anon, what are my thoughts? so much. so much. you’re just trying to trick me into writing a long meta, aren’t you. Well, guess what. It worked.

What I like abt Hawks:

1. The way he’s not afraid to rattle people. Like, he meets his childhood hero, and, on live television, immediately mocks him for being less popular. Nothing but respect for my bird man. Also, he’s totally mean to the HPSC, who he works for. I love that for him.

2. The cool little shift between “gotta-go-fast” where he does everything as quickly as possible (saving ppl, training Tokoyami at first) with a smile and a laugh, to calculating analysis where he takes a pause and gets serious.

3. This should be number one bc it’s actually the main reason I love him. HIS DRIVE AND COMMITMENT TO SAVE PEOPLE, EVEN IF IT MEANS SACRIFICING HIMSELF. and not just the easy way in a split-second decision to trade his life for someone else’s—in an agonizing way, where he decides what he’s willing to do and what he’s not. And he decides he’s willing to corrupt himself, and even kill, if that’s what it takes.

4. I just always love characters who aren’t what they seem. Hawks has a lot of hidden depth that no one knew about.

5. I like that he’s my age. it sounds super lame and I’m turning 24 next month anyway, but, like, I just imagine myself taking on all that responsibility at my age and........it’s too much. wow. hawks just deals with a ton. i just love him so much.

6. THE FLOOF. The wings, the hair, the jacket. it’s so puffy. floofy. soft. bby.

What I don’t like:

1. nothing 🧡🧡✨✨

The “bad” parts of his character are the parts that are so intriguing and interesting.

Thoughts on fanon:

I’m usually a person with very strong aversion to fanon (thank you, batfamily fandom, for my automatic cringe whenever i so much as see the word), BUT, for some reason, I LOVE a lot of MHA fanon. Hawks loves KFC. Hawks has a lot of bird traits. Hawks is actually shorter than his official height. Hawks is pals with Miruko. But, when these things like take over for his personality in fic, not a fan.

Also not a fan of some common hawks characterizations, which are: Hawks the Mindless Commission Puppet (just waiting to be saved by the classic badboy lov). Hawks the Playboy (i like gen more than just about any ship, ever. I love platonic-ness. Also, Hawks is too sweet to play with someone’s feelings like that. He's blunt and brash in his insults, but he wouldn’t charm and manipulate someone for selfish reasons). Hawks the Cruel Manipulator.

I think the difference is which fanon comes from the Hawks fans and which ones come from people in other little sections of the fandom.

IN CONCLUSION:

i love hawks 🧡

[thirsthourdemon]

Ah great so could I please request some Headcanons with Ennoshita who is dating a reader who is Tanaka‘s sister? I hope this is okay!!

Headcanon of being tanaka’s sister but you and ennoshita got it bad for each other

Includes: Platonic!Tanakas, Ennoshita

Genre: Floof

A/N: I-...THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE THIS IDEA OH SO MUCH

||Ennoshita Chikara

-You? Getting a boyfriend? It’s almost impossible? Like saeko-nee will make you look pretty and all that but...

-Ryuu-nii says no 😔

-At the same time noya was basically family at this point so...Another brother that says...no 😔

-You look a lot like saeko with them cat eyes and all that but besides from that you seem completely unrelated to ryuu

-First off you didnt do the delinquent style

-Unlike your brother and sister you were the class rep and you were very sweet!

-Being the most affectionate sibling you were really close with ryuu

-Something along the lines of going to your room during lunch and shouting “IF ANYONE OF YOU HACKS DECIDE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON MY LITTLE SISTER THEN YOU HAVE TO GO THROUG ME!”

-Even noya got into some trouble when a few guys wanted to confess to you

-Needless to say no one tried to do anything but you did recieve quite the amount of letters every months

-Most of which saeko and ryuu have reduced to being used as paper waste

-To say that you were protected was an understatement 😡

-Ryuu had even convinced you to join the Volleyball team as the manager so he could keep an eye on you and not being one to turn down your brother’s offer you agreed

-By convince I meant noya and ryuu begged you

-They actually made a report on why you should join the team

-WTH I-

-N e waysss

-That was when you met chikara. FINALLY

-Once again your brother decided to warn everyone by shouting...Ennoshita smacked him on the head because of that 🙂

-You grew close to everyone and most of them treated you like a little sister already even though you were the same age as half of the people in the starting line up

-During one practice game though where karasuno won against another school you were about to refill the water bottles as yachi had asked

-The refilling station was close to the comfort room and so chikara told you that he’d accompany you since he needed to go to the comfort room as well

-“Do you ever like having ryuu be so protective?” He tried to make conversation

-“They were always so protective so I guess Im just used to it. I dont mind though. I know they just love me~”

-Your smile was...Wow 😳

-“But what if you decided you wanted to be in a relationship with someone?”

-Truthfully you’ve never thought of it. Your family meant everything to you and romance was always out of the question

-“I-I...ughh...I like you”

-You turn your head to the captain and you were in utter shock...

-Romance between the two of you was very traditional yet secretive

-He talked to you during lunch and sometimes you would both sneak up to the rooftop

-They were

-He made you feel secure and safe

-You made him feel like he was a king really

-Though you guys did try to keep it lowkey

-You stole longing glances at each other during practice and you talked a little more

-You soon become a thing before nationals that year

-Imagine it! Your brothers, your boyfriend and you getting to nationals

-The sweat that dripped their foreheads everyday and those long tiring walks

-Finally it was coming to fruition

-You and chikara however were finally outed when you guys FINALLY got into the semi-finals

-The excitement was there and everyone was celebrating

-You just...

-You jumped into his arms and kissed him on his soft lips for the first time

-Well that was umm...something 😳

-You know that scene where ennoshita was standing and the two idiots were on their knees studying?

-It was just like that except you werent studying and instead of ennoshita it was ryuu lecturing you two

-Both of you knew that he would react like this

-Deep inside however your brother was glad to you had chosen a guy worthy of his trust

-His big brother instincts were to protect you though he knew that chikara would be nothing but kind towards you

-Well now another rational person was added to your family

-I can see it already! Ennoshita making sure that ryuu and tanaka were studying while you would bring them some tea 😌❤️

-Such a domestic couple

-Ahh yess...scolding your slacking brothers 😌

[world-of-aus]

Behind the Screen - (Timestamp 3)

Author’s Note: Three more chapters left, OH MY GOODNESS! I can’t believe how far i have gone with this series, like wow and to think i wasn’t going to upload this at all. I hope you’ll enjoy this timestamp! Thank you all for reading!

Warnings: wedding floof, smut 18+

Timestamp 2 / SERIES MASTERLIST

“How are you feeling, you still with me?” Natasha questioned giving your exposed shoulder a squeeze as she appeared behind you in the mirror you were currently sat at.

“like I'm about to throw up and cry all at the same time,” you replied through a teary smile.

Natasha laughed, her arms wrapping around you from behind, careful not to jostle your pinned hair, “you’re already crying you sap, as for the throwing up please save it for after the vows.”

“Natasha!” you laughed patting under your eyes, your hands squeezing her arms where she held you.

She pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “it’s okay to be nervous,” she murmured fingers rubbing at your exposed skin, “but just think about it, you’re marrying the man you love in just a few minutes.”

A shaky breath was leaving your lips at her words, your eyes watering once more, “oh y/n, babe,” Natasha pleaded, “please don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry too!” she grunted her arms falling away from you as she fanned at her eyes.

“Natasha Romanoff if you cry, you’ll only make me cry harder!”

A choked laugh falls from her lip as she tugs at your hand pulling you up, her arms encircling your body as she pulls you in so close, “I’m over the moon for you and Bucky, there’s no one as deserving of this as the two of you.” at her words you squeeze her a little tighter.

“thank you for being by my side for this moment, it means so much to me that you’re going to be right up there with me,”  

She pulls away from you slightly to get a look at you, “there is nowhere else I'd rather be.” she smiles hands leaving you to wipe under her eyes. “look at what you’ve done,” she laughs through a few tears, “you’ve made me soft.”

Your pulling her in for a tighter hug, the two of you swaying slightly, “look at us a couple of saps,” you giggled.

“If someone were to look at us now they would never think we’re trained assassins,” she teased.

Before you could reply to her teasing comment a knock sounded just outside the grand French doors. Natasha and you shared a look before she was pulling herself away from you to make her way over to the door. You watched off to the side as she opened the door the slightest, single crack to peek out.

“oh no,” you heard her say, and you raised a brow at her tone, “no Barnes, you go back to your room, I am not letting you see her, you’ll see her when she walks down the aisle,” you heart skipped a beat in your chest at the sound of his name.

You heard Bucky groan, Natasha laughing lightly from where she stood guard at the door, “just want to talk to her, I won’t even look, She can stand behind the door with it slightly cracked, please.” Your breath caught in your throat at his plea and you swore your eyes began to water once more.

Natasha looked over to you brow raised in question, and you found yourself nodding your head, feet leading you to the door. Pressing yourself against the wood Natasha spoke up, “5 minutes tops and then you need to go Barnes,” she warned pointing a finger through the door.

“That’s fine.”  

Natasha was moving out of the way then, “five minutes you two, and no more, you’re due down the aisle soon,” she calls out over her shoulder. Your pressed up against the door manicured fingers laying flat against the wood. You felt the door push against your fingers as Bucky’s hand appeared through the crack. A warm smile tugged at your lips as you brought a hand up to intertwine with his through the door.

“don’t tell me you’re here because you got cold feet Barnes because I'm sorry to say but you’re a little too late for cold feet.” you teased a smile pulling at your painted lips.  

A low chuckle sounds on the other side of the door one that has you shivering in anticipation to finally see him waiting for you down the aisle, “s’nothing like that doll, I promise by the end of the day you’ll have my last name, just really needed to let you know I love you.” he murmured.

“and that couldn’t wait for when she met you at the alter?” Natasha called out a grin parting her lips when you turned to scold her. Natasha raised her hands before turning back to the mirror where she had been adjusting her makeup.  

“I love you too James,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze.  

“Can’t wait to see you sweetheart, I-”

“It’s only been a day Barnes!” Nat cut him off.

“Natasha!” you scolded.  

Laughter filled the area both inside and outside the door, “anyway darlin, just wanted to tell you I love you, I have no cold feet, and I can’t wait to say I do to you, and the rest of our life together.”

Your eyes flooded with tears, your heart constricting in your chest, “I love you too Buck, here’s to the rest of forever in just a bit.” you murmured giving his hand another squeeze. How badly you wanted to just rip the door open and fall into the arms of your lover.

“god sweetheart, you have no idea how much I just want to push open this door and pull you into my arms,” how badly you wanted the same thing. You could feel yourself squeeze his hand a little tighter, almost as if warning him. “sorry doll, just miss you so damn much,” you missed him too.

Natasha appeared at your side, her hand falling to your shoulder, “it’s time,” she mouthed, you nodded.

She peeked her head through the crack widening it more, “Sorry Barnes but your time is up, you’re needed at the alter lover boy, we’ll be seeing you very soon."

Bucky gave your hand one more squeeze, a last “i love you,” before he was removing himself from you, his feet taking him down to the reception area.

Closing the door fully Natasha turned to you, “oh y/n you big sap,” she chuckled, looking at the several tears rolling down your cheeks, “you’re making me regret letting him talk to you,” she warned running a tissue under your eyes.

“m’sorry,” Nat you chuckled tearily, “just didn’t think I would ever be here, especially with Bucky, it all seems surreal how this all began.” And it really was surreal when you thought about it, when you thought what the two of you had gone through to get here, to really think about everything that started all this, what would have happened if he hadn’t found your laptop, hadn’t found out what you do, what you still do as a pastime.

“Honestly y/n, the only two who didn’t see this coming was probably you and Barnes, all of us could see how taken the two of you were from the very beginning so seeing this day happen it doesn’t surprise any of us.”

You went to respond to her, but another knock was sounding at the door, holding a finger up to you, she opened the door a crack, “Everything's ready, whenever the two of you are ready to come out we’ll be waiting,” you heard Sam’s voice call through the door.

You didn’t hear Nat’s reply as she shut the door again, hands still on the wood, her eyes on you, “It’s time, you ready?” she questioned with a warm smile. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, the butterflies erupting in your stomach threatening to make their escape. It was time, you were finally going to marry Bucky, the year you had given yourself had finally ticked all the way down. The days, hours, minutes, seconds had finally passed you. It was time.

The next minute that passed you was almost a blur, Natasha’s hands laced in yours as she led you down the porcelain hallway, the wooden doors at the end of the room drawing closer and closer. You heart was beating in your ears by the time you reached them, Natasha appeared in front of you, “deep breaths y/n, this is it, are you ready to become Mrs. Barnes?” she questioned softly. You nodded your head numbly, as her delicate fingers traced over your face.

“I’m going to be right behind you, then right by your side if you need me the rest of the time, I'm going to push open these doors now once you hear the music play start walking, try not to faint on me, not sure I could catch you and this dress in these heels” she teased.  

You held your breath as you watched her push open the door, her hands giving yours one last squeeze as she moved behind you. The music seeped through the room, your feet moving on their own, as you moved forward. All eyes were on you, as you walked down the petaled aisle, Natasha behind you, hands on your train. Your eyes sought him out the closer you got, your knees nearly buckling when they finally fell on him.  

He was wearing all black, his long locks slicked back into a low bun, fingers clasped in the front of him, a wide smile on his face despite the tears threatening to spill over. You watched as he leaned back a little the farther you got, Steve patting him on the shoulder as the first tear fell from his eyes, his hands coming to his mouth as you closed the distance between you. His hands were immediately reaching for yours as he pulled you in the rest of the way.  

“you are a dream sweetheart look at you,” he murmured, voice cracking from his tears, “you think we could just skip to the I do’s I would really like to kiss you right now.”  

You chuckled pulling your hands from his as you fanned at your eyes, you would not cry, “as much as I'd like to kiss you, I really want to take your last name first,” you grinned.  

More tears pulled at his eyes, “I really am the luckiest man alive,” another chuckle fell from your lips as you wiped under his eyes.

“Are we ready to begin the ceremony?” the officiant questioned, you and Bucky nodded eyes locked on each other.

“right,” he hummed as he cleared his throat, “We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life’s greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite James Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N in marriage. The officiants words were drowned out as your eyes looked over Bucky’s features, nothing else mattered than this moment except you and him. You watched his lips move softly the words ‘I love you’ falling from his lips, your hands squeezing his. Bucky was squeezing your hands back in turn when the officiants words rang louder, “The bride and groom have a few words to share.”  

The officiant was turning to Bucky, “would you like to share your words first?”  

Bucky gave a wordless nod, before he was turning back to you, his hands held yours tighter as he moved in closer, he took in a breath composing himself. “Y/n I tell you this every day, but what better day to repeat it then today. You are the love of my life, my best friend, my lover, my inspiration. You make the bad days better and you make me better. I promise to love you unconditionally through thick and thin and sickness and health. I promise to tell you I love you every single day for the rest of our lives. I promise that as we adventure through the rest of our lives together, I'll always be by your side celebrating with you. I will always put you first and give you my absolute best for the rest of my days.” Steve then moves up from behind Steve passing him your ring which Bucky gives a cracked ‘thanks pal’ as he turns back to you ring at the ready as he reaches for your hand, “y/n, please wear this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love for you, a love that transcends all our yesterdays, all our todays, and all our tomorrows.” you wiped under your eyes as he slid the ring onto your finger, a perfect snug fit.

“Y/n would you please recite your vows,” Natasha stepped up next to you ring at the ready as you plucked it from her fingers.

You were turning back to Bucky as you held his hands in yours, a teary smile pulling at your lips, his expression a mirror of your own.

“James the love you’ve shown me is beyond anything my childhood self could dream up. It’s heartwarming, genuine and fierce sometimes all at once. But at the same time your love has taught me to find what I spent so long searching for within myself. You are my bestfriend and the love of my life. I vow to listen, learn, laugh and cry with you. I vow to value our differences, to put all my effort into this marriage, and to give you the best version of me. James Buchanan Barnes, on good days, bad days, rain or shine I’ll love you forever. You bring his hand closer his finger meeting the ring as you recite the same words, “please wear this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love for you, a love that transcends all our yesterdays, all our todays, and all our tomorrows.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the man announces from your side, “you may kiss your bride.”

“Finally,” Bucky mutters as he pulls you close lips crashing into yours, arms wrapping around your waist.  

“You look absolutely stunning tonight Mrs. Barnes, I almost don’t want to undress you sweetheart, but god do I really want to see what’s waiting for me under all of this,” he murmurs, fingers running over your wedding dress.  

You and Bucky had opted to do your wedding night a little differently, you had had an early ceremony so the two of you could escape to your honeymoon destination that same day. Bucky had surprised you with your honeymoon destination bringing you on a five-day getaway to Turks & Caicos.

A grin pulled at your lips, fingers running over his unbuttoned tux, “already planning on undressing me,” you questioned, “not even going to show me around our lavish hotel?”

His fingers grip the sides of your dress, inching it up the smooth expanse of your legs, “would you really like me to show you around because I think the first place I'd like you to see is the bed,” he murmurs pressing his lips to the underside of your chin, “James,” you drawl you head tilting to the side as he explores over the expanse of your neck. “Don’t deny me sweetheart,” he murmurs feet leading you through the lavish room, “I haven't had my hands on you in hours,” A breathy chuckle falls from your lips as he backs you up into the bed, “it's been a day baby.”

“a day too long,” he growls as he pushes you further, your back hitting the cooled sheets, “been needing to have you wrapped around me, a writhing moaning mess under me, for hours now,” he murmured dropping to his knees as he hiked up your dress, your response flew out the window his lips trailing up your legs, beard rubbing against your inner thighs. He continues to bunch your dress up around you his teeth nipping at your inner thigh making you jolt up the bed.

“Fuck Bucky please,” you murmur body quivering as his fingers leave your dress dipping between your exposed thighs. “What do you want baby,” he whispers index finger trailing over the crotch of your lace panties, he looks up at you then, “you want my fingers baby?”

You’re nodding your head though he can’t see you from where he’s perched between your legs,“ yes please, I need them, I need your fingers baby,” you purr, though it quickly dissipates into a low moan as his lips press themselves against your lace covered pussy, “F-fuck yes,” you moan.

“You want me to keep going baby, or would you like a tour of the room,” he questions, fingers hooking into the side of your panties exposing you to the cool air of the room, “because if you want me to stop,” he murmurs tongue peeking out to run over the slick of you folds.

“s-shit,” you hiss head falling back to the bed, “or would you like me to keep going” his tongue pushed passed your folds circling your clit. Your hands press down your dress finding their way to the back of his head, your own thrown back in pleasure, “please, please don’t” you breathed a whimper escaping past your lips.  

“that’s my girl, my beautiful girl” he murmurs into slick heat of your fold’s lips, a moan tears from your lips as his mouth flattens against your heat, lips sucking at your clit. Your head thumps against the bed once more, toes curling in your heels, “holy f-fuck just like that,” you moan hips rolling against his hands. He continues to bring you pleasure as he works his mouth over you, tongue dipping into your heat. Fingers tangle through the loose locks of his bun as you push into his mouth body falling over the edge. A loud moan tears from your lips, as your orgasm rocks through you, “oh g-god Buck yes,” you moan sucking in a breath, walls fluttering as he continues to work you through it, your body thrumming with pleasure.

Your body goes lax against the bed breath coming out in warm puffs, your dress fallen around your upper half. Bucky kisses his way up your semi dressed body, lips finding yours, his tongue gliding with yours letting you taste yourself on his tongue, a low groan falls from your lips, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Bucky swallows the moan that falls from your lips tongues dancing slowly with one another, hands roaming down the curve of your body, fingers pressing into your waist as he pulls his lips away from yours, a gasp falling from his lips as he pulls air back into his lungs. Your hips are rocking against his needing to feel the weight of his cock against your aching core, a shiver rolls through him at the low moan falling from your lips, his dick twitching with want. His head presses to yours eyes connecting, a warm smile pulls at your lips, fingers sliding across his face, finding their way into his hair as you pull him down. “I need you Buck, I need you to fuck me,” you whisper lips brushing against his. He wastes no time as he works a hand between your bodies, fingers working off his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his slacks.

His hand hooks around your thigh bringing it up to rest around his hips. A moan is falling from both your lips as the new position allows for the head of his cock to press into your folds, his hips roll forward the tip brushing against your aching clit.

Hand leaving your thigh it snakes its way between your bodies to grab a hold of his cock. Dragging it through your slick folds he presses into your warm heat, a moan is falling from your lips as he bottoms out, your lips connecting with his.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he moans against your lips, “always feel so good around me, never going to go a day without you.”  

He doesn’t move at first enjoying the feeling of you fluttering and clenching around him. He’s lost on you and how you feel around him, everything about you is so damn beautiful. His wife.  His hands come up to cup your cheek, thumb running over the swell of your lower lip, “so fucking beautiful, y/n I love you so much baby, so fucking much” he murmurs.

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest, “please move, I need you to move, baby,” you reply your own hands running over stubble of his beard.

His hips retreat from yours, cock sliding out from within you till only the tip is left. His lips are pressing to yours, hips surging forward as he builds up a slow rhythm. Your hands leave his face to wrap around his back, fingers digging into the warm skin there pulling him impossibly closer to you. Low grunts are falling from his lips as he fucks up into you, your other leg hooking around his waist to get him deeper.  

His head finds its way to your neck lips searching out that hidden sweet spot that will have you coming undone in his arms, his thrusts have picked up speed, a steady speed which draws the sweetest groans of pleasure falling from your lips. He could listen to those sounds falling from your sinful lips for the rest of his life if you would let him.

His lips draw away from your neck needing to see you fall apart from him as he continues to bring you closer to that sweet release. Your lips are parted open, eyes covered over in lust, but there’s something more there, something that has his heart stalling in his chest, because he swears, you’re looking at him like he just hung the stars for you.

“gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous,” he whispers to himself, “look at you sweetheart,” he grunts hips picking up speed, “you’re an absolute angel,”

A moan is catching in your throat, “I love you Bucky, so much,” you murmur voice wavering with his thrusts. His hand searches for yours on the bed grasping it in his as he pushes you deeper into the bed, his whole body consuming you.

He’s thrusting hard, deep, burying himself in you, your walls fluttering around him as your orgasm approaches. Your head pushes forward, lips finding his shoulder as you kiss the scarred skin there, an intimate motion that has Bucky’s head reeling.  

“Bucky please,” you whine low in your throat, pressing warm wet kisses into his skin. He picks up speed needing to bring you to that release, a particularly deep thrust has you falling apart around him, your body falling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Long low moans are falling from your parted lips, fingers clawing at Bucky’s back as he fucks you through the pleasure. His name falls from your lips in a silent prayer, you’re pleading, you need to feel him, you need him to cum for you.

Bucky pushes your further into the mattress, his jaw clenching as his orgasm washes over him, his stomach muscles tense, as he spills into you, warm spurts filling your core, he never wants this feeling to end, and it never will he thinks.

Your arms are pulling him down, his head falling to your sweat slicked chest, your heart beating away wildly beneath his head. Your fingers run through his chocolate locks, lips pressing into his hair, “you going to show me around the room now?” you question in your post orgasmic state.

He chuckles breathlessly, lips pressing to your chest, “how about we get you out of this gorgeous dress and I'll show you the shower?”

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[kaito-is-baby]

I saw a mini comic of the protags getting headpats and Makoto's hair went floof, so...head pats for egg boi?

Of course! Egg boi is best hope boi, he deserves a lot of head pats! Btw, if you remember the name of that comic send it, I love headpats, I find them a very cute love gesture~

MAKOTO RECEIVING HEAD PATS

Why doesn't the baby have any happy/blushing sprite? I'm angry now

•You two were talking about Ace Tourney

•You couldn't really finish the chapter you were currently on

•And he saw some proofs and said some things that made you solve the case

•Then you patted his head while thanking him

•His hair got tangled up a little in your hands

• Wow, his hair is really soft to the touch

•"Thank you so much, Makoto, wow you are really smart!"

•He gets very flustered by the headpats and your compliment doesn’t help

•He is full red and doesn't react fast when you pat him

•What a cute shy baby!

•Once he comes back to reality he thanks you, of course

•"Oh, thanks! But I'm not really that smart just observant"

•You leave him then and he keeps thinking about the head pats for a long time after that

•And you find yourself thinking about how smooth and soft his hair was too

Okay, I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted because it is like a weird x reader... sorry, I can't help it, I find the headpats way too cue and romantic

But I feel like you wanted headcanons about him getting headpats with no reader anywhere so please if this is not what you wanted, tell me and I will write some headcanons about his reactions or how his hair is, I have some ideas for that already!

[nowandajenn]

Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none. Just tons of floof. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Brandon invited me to Christmas with his family, and it’s a big deal. I promise I’ll try and stop by after to celebrate with you.” your sister says. Your heart drops and you try not to let it show in your voice. 

“It’s okay. Really. I’ll be fine. Go celebrate with the new boyfriend and enjoy that new fresh honeymoon phase.” you tell her. 

You hang up the phone after a few more minutes of chatting with your sister and bang your head on the table. 

“Who was that?” Bucky asks, walking in from the bedroom. You look up at him, and for a second your disappointment of your sister bailing on Christmas with you is forgotten. Low slung grey sweatpants and a white T shirt should NOT be allowed to look so good on anyone. 

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly very dry. 

“My sister. She’s spending Christmas with her new boyfriend’s family.” you explain. 

He wraps his arms around you from behind, snuggling his chin into your neck. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I know this year is tough for you and your sister. It’s your first Christmas without your dad, and I know you wanted to spend it together.” he says. 

“Would you be mad if we just skipped Christmas this year? I’m just....I’m not feeling it. You gesture around to the half unpacked townhouse around you. “With the move and everything, it’d just be easier to skip the hassle this year.” 

Bucky gives you a small smile. 

“We can, but are you sure? You love Christmas. You look forward to it every year, and you make sure to drag me along into your Christmas frenzy.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” you say sadly.

“Wait, are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” Steve asks, blocking Bucky’s punch. “Y/N LOVES Christmas. She starts planning for it in like, July.” 

“She said she didn’t want to celebrate this year. Said it didn’t really feel like Christmas. We’re still not unpacked all the way from the move, there’s no snow..blah blah. I feel bad. I know that she loves it, and I just don’t want her to miss out on it.” Bucky tells him. 

“This is a weird conversation. Usually it’s her trying to get you into the holiday spirit, whether you want to or not.” 

“Tell me about it. But I love her, and love makes you do stupid things.” 

“Doll, wake up.”

You groan, rolling over and folding the pillow over your ears. 

Bucky tugs on your arms gently, pulling them away from the pillow. 

“Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

You half open one eye and look at the clock on the nightstand. 

“It’s 3am. Your surprise can’t wait until a decent hour? Like 8?” you grumble. 

He tugs you up from the bed and tells you to get dressed in warm clothes. Having absolutely no idea what’s going on and being half asleep, you do as he says. 

You come downstairs and see Bucky waiting by the door. He waits patiently while you pull on your boots and put on your hat, gloves, and scarf. 

“Okay, I’m dressed. What’s the surprise?” you ask. 

Bucky pulls open the door and you gasp when you look outside. Sometime during the night, it started snowing, and now there’s a soft layer of puffy white stuff covering everything. You walk down the stairs onto the sidewalk and look around in wonder. The snow is still coming down fairly hard, and the flurries stick in your hair. 

“Wow. I looked at the forecast earlier. They didn’t say anything about snow until next week!” you exclaim. 

Bucky shrugs. “You know the weathermen....they’re only right half the time. Probably even less than that.” 

He closes the front door behind him and takes your hand in his. 

“Where are we going?” you ask him. 

“We’re taking our traditional walk together in the first snow of the season. Even if you don’t want to celebrate Christmas this year, we can still do this.” 

The great thing about living in New York City is no matter what time it is, there’s always SOMEWHERE open that has exactly what you’re looking for. 

Bucky takes the two steaming cups of hot chocolate from the cashier at the cart and hands one to you. 

“You’re such a good provider.” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. 

“I know.” he smirks, taking your hand again as you continue your walk. 

“When me and Y/S/N were little, my dad always used to do this with us. Every first snow, he would get us bundled up and he would take us out. We’d walk around looking at all of the lights and the Christmas decorations. He’d buy us hot chocolate and cider donuts and it always just seemed so.....magical somehow. It was our special family tradition. I got my love of Christmas from him. Everyone else would get stressed around the holidays, but he would be like a kid himself. He loved to decorate the house with us and bake Christmas cookies and wake up early with us on Christmas morning.” 

You sniffle and wipe your tears away with your knuckle.

“Hey, it’s okay. Come here.” 

Bucky wraps you in a tight hug and you let your tears out. 

“I just miss him so much, you know?”

“I know you do. But hey, we’re carrying on his traditions together, and maybe someday, we can start carrying them on with our kids.” 

You look up at him and smile. 

“Really?” you ask softly.

“Really.” he assures you. You look into his deep blue eyes and are so thankful to have him in your life. 

“I love you so much. Thank you for doing this for me.” you tell him. 

“You’re welcome.” he says, kissing you softly on the mouth. 

Bucky takes your cup of hot chocolate and sets it down on a nearby bench nex to his. 

“What are you doing now?” you ask, laughing. 

He shushes you and pulls out his phone, tapping a few buttons before the music starts. 

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We’re happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

You let Tony Bennett’s smooth voice wash over you as Bucky takes your hand and you start dancing underneath the falling snow. You laugh and let him lead, feeling so happy and so in love, and knowing that you’ll remember this forever.

Gone astray is the blue bird

Here to stay is the new bird

He sings a love song

As we go along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman

And pretend that he is Parson Brown

He’ll say are you married, we’ll say no man

But you can do the job when you’re in town.

Later on, we’ll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we made

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can  build a snowman

And pretend that he’s a circus clown

We’ll have lots of fun with Mr. snowman

Until the other kids knock him down

When it snows, ain’t it thrilling

Though your nose gets a chilling

We’ll frolic and play, the Eskimo way

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

Walking in a winter wonderland

As the song ends, Bucky spins you out and then brings you back close to him. 

“Will you marry me?” he asks softly.

You stare at him, mouth agape, watching as he produces a ring box from his jacket  pocket that contains a beautiful solitaire engagement ring. 

“I just thought that maybe we could make another great memory for the holidays.” he says, eyes alight with excitement. 

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. 

He twirls you around as the snow falls down around you, and you laugh, silently sending a “Merry Christmas” up to the sky to your dad, knowing he would love it if  he could see this. 

[coetuselementorum]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Jayden Starcaller. Once went with the surname DeAmore but changed it to protect his blood relative from any mishaps he may cause.

ᴀʟɪᴀs (ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs): Jay, Astral Wolf, Star Pup, “the cute one with the muffins”

Sex: Male

ᴀɢᴇ: Difficult to determine, thanks to his biology and method of running around the multiverse. Seems to be somewhere in the equivalent of the mid-twenties.

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: “The moment of a New Year”

sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs: English, Draconic, Celestial, bits and bobs of others.

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Multiverse Traveler

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: Not that he’s aware of. While there may have been people against him in his travels and he may have dipped into other people’s plots more than he should, He is not personally aware of any warrents out for him. Even if he had them, those worlds are so far behind him he won’t be found.

ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs: Quite possibly on the Autism Spectrum (In no small part due to his Mun being on there)

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:  Starry Night Sky. Appears to lack any pupils.

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Green-Teal at the moment.

Fur Color: Contains whites, purples, and a more balanced shade of teal than his hair.

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:   6'2" 

sᴄᴀʀs: Not a one. Though he is covered in marks best described as constellations. The most prominent being one that goes from his right cheek to above his left brow in a continuous diagonal pattern. Others seem to fade in and out depending on power output.

ʙᴜʀɴs: No singed fur here.

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: Nada. Despite his very dessert-heavy diet, Jayden somehow keeps his weight consistently in the healthy range. Perhaps due to his whole astral being thing.

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: Nope. And he won’t let others have the issue if he can help it.

ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx: Correct, with (and as) males and females alike. No defined preference yet, just another thing he’s exploring.

ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ: Not something he’s going to explore anytime soon.

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ: Not possible. Due to the way Jayden himself was “conceived”, even if he was female he can’t be bred, nor can he breed as a male. Something he is quietly thankful for, truth be told.

ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ: Has. The first time was a bit more impulsive than others.

ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ: Yeppers.

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: The constellation marks on his body -look- like tattoos, especially if he’s in his human form, but they are just as much part of his natural being as his tail or big ears.

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: Nope. Not looking into it either.

sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ/ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs:  Cannot stand the smell of smoke in this sense, and has not done drugs. He did however have a small stint as a barkeep and thus was pressured to taste the drinks to make sure they were good. He still doesn’t care for the ‘sting of alcohol’, but his magic touch still lets him make a good brew for those who ask nicely.

ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: His heart has cracked several times as the nature of his adventures, but hasn’t broken in earnest yet...

ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: Love is a hard concept to grasp for someone who can theoretically live past infinity. He feels care for others and forges friendships, but love is. Hard.

ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ: Technically part of how he was born. But as long as he’s been alive there’s been no need to conduct such things on his person.

sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs: Jayden has stayed up not only 24 hours, but 24 days, and beyond. He doesn’t necessarily “need” sleep like many other creatures do, but will often put himself into a dreaming state to take a break from the reality he’s in. Especially if life is being difficult.

ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: That’d be a hard no.

ᴀ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʀ: with certain individuals. The floof makes it extra comfortable for all involved.

ᴀ ᴋɪssᴇʀ: In moments of ‘heated passion’ he can end up doing this, but normal circumstances no.

sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: keen superhuman senses prevent him from being frightened by normal things, and there’s only one deep fear he has. Granted, if thoughts on that fear latch too hard it can be mentally taxing for him...

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ:No. If anything whenever he ends up in a situation most people would be jealous, Jayden either questions what it would take for him to get there himself, or be happy for the person.

ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ: To a fault. It’s gotten him in trouble several times where someone with a bigger mind for caution would have walked away or stood their ground, but he trusts everyone fairly equally unless specifically given a reason not to.

Sɪɴɢʟᴇ: Never outwardly speaks of being in a relationship of any kind, at least.

ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ: quite the opposite. Though be warned, just because he’s nice does not mean he is without ‘mean things’. Such as snark on a soft level, and fury on a deeper one...

ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs: Not Physically. Jayden can spiral into emotional or mental self harm depending on how his mind is spinning and his situation, but he’s never physically hurt himself on purpose.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: Not yet.

ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: Hasn’t thought of it, so he hasn’t even thought of trying either.

ғᴇᴀʀs:  That moment where everything is gone, except him. Where the worlds he visited and the people that used to be there have rotted or been re-absorbed into space. Where entire universes either expand until they grow cold, or implode into a ball of fury and crush everything inside of them. Where speeches of armageddon and ragnarok and the end of all things ring out only for their end to silence the sounds. And Jayden is left in the Utterly EMPTY aftermath, alone. Forever.

ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: A mother by the name of Ami, who claims there was no father in the process. This is by technicality, true; Jayden is biologically fatherless. His conception came about from the use of a soul as the ah, ‘male substitute’, essentially recycling a fading life into her own kin.

CHILDREN: None. Can’t have them, doesn’t seem keen on wanting them.

PETS: He has a Mercury Djinn somewhere. But it seems to fade in and out of his life on a whim. It tends to stick around more after he’s “hung out” with certain individuals with a similar power flux around them, ie: rowan and felix and co. tagged by: @mowseries [[ Wow this is kinda late. and probably not done too hot so uh apologies for both things. XD But hey it’s done now~ and more insight into the space wolf, woo!!

[flooffybits]

Just a quick little note: This is the surprise I’ve been planning for 2 weeks now and hyping it up by mentioning it a few times. So I hope this isn’t too underwhelming for you😁.

I wanted to stay up and greet you at 12 but I feel like that would be to creepy✌️You don’t have to reply to this or make a response😊 I just want you to know this and maybe keep this at the inbox to read at your special day or for when you need motivation.

Hoping that I don’t creep you out with this. I decided to do an all out for your special day even though I’m just a baby mallow celebrating my cracker’s birthday!💕And after this I think I would stop talking for a while cause I’m getting a little anxious that the others are getting annoyed because I keep submitting again and again, so I’ll lay low for a little while😊

STOP! Read this first ^

Okay, good morning!

First of all, I hope your day goes amazing today, you deserve it!

My official mission that I started was that I would show you my undying appreciation for existing. Though I don’t know your name, or anything at all, from what I’ve observed with you talking to my fellow mallows.

You’re really nice, like I’ve never seen anything as cute as you interacting with us.

Like, you make cute stuff for us and I might be speaking for myself here, but I feel like I don’t do enough to pay you back🥺

You’re one of the Authors that are lined up with the best writers, in my opinion. Though this kind of stuff isn’t recognized by a lot, there are people who don’t really agree to it and I hope you can make it past the hate, if you are getting any.

This line of hobby can be really hard because you don’t want to disappoint your mallows by seeming like your slacking off. When you posted what you were doing it was honestly honorable to see you working so hard, mixing your reality with this fiction world, but you really don’t have to!

You can take all the time off that you want, I think every single one of your mallows agree to this, that you deserve it.

You do so much for us, your W.I.P is so stacked because of the demand but I hope you don’t overwork yourself, we would understand if you need a break to rest, don’t feel obligated to post for us because your a “popular writer” in our eyes.

You do so much for us and I feel like doing a massive celebration for your birthday but I’m quite not sure how to communicate with fellow mallows because of the anon things.

Honestly for my point of view, when I came to tumblr I was hesitant to keep it for long on my phone but when I saw that writers actually existed in here I decided to keep it.

My first few weeks it was a bare desert here, nothing but pictures and gifs. But then a few months a stumbled upon a story of yours. I think my first story that I read was your BP scenarios. I recently came from Wattpad and since that site if getting more complicated I was happy to see that you exist.

The next couple of weeks, I found myself waking up early to read your stuff and I could still remember the mornings that I found myself curling in bed and smiling at the warm feeling I got from reading your stuff.

It made me happy that I could ‘live’ in an imaginative world where my life would happen without any worries or anxiety burdening me.

Then a few weeks after I finished, I decided to anon and respond to what you wanted to know about different groups. A week in I branched out and decided to respond to your random posts and stuff.

During it, I found it fun to actually talk to you, even if it’s anon. Like you take me out of my world with your stories and you make it easier for me to get distracted because you interact with us a lot.

Seeing you happy about posting, updating, and responding to your mallows makes my heart swell because I’ve found yours really genuine and you do really want to make us happy.

Your anon to Author and Author to anon conversations are so soft and I think that the person leading or managing a community radiates their energy to their community and it really shows.

This community is so wholesome and one day, if we do get a chance to talk without any masks that it would be as nice as the community we have now.

I know some are shy, and I can say that I am part of that, we try our best to show our appreciation to our author.

Like, we aren’t really obligated to show you our appreciation and that you would say that reading your stories are enough but showing and telling how much we love and appreciate you is a deeper and more better way to express our appreciation than reading and liking.

I hope you aren’t thinking that you have to force yourself to update, at this point we understand that you have your own life. This blog is somewhere you can be someone that can show your imagination.

Maybe writing this tonight I keep thinking on what would happen if your blog didn’t appear on my recommended. Because my life has been heavy with my family being unreasonably strict, and the stress school has brough me.

Most of my days have been spent interacting with you and reading your stuff, so you have saved me from moping around all day.

Like you make me so happy and successfully pulling me away from the life I have now is the greatest thing that you can do, even if you don’t really do it yourself your works transmit the message well.

Seeing how you constantly ask us if it’s okay for you to change your schedule or plans is really nice of you but still it’s alright for us, as I keep saying throughout this whole letter that you do so much for us and you do what you want and we will respect you all the way!

You’re amazing, talented, and a very good writer in my opinion.

And I know for a fact that some of your mallows, active or not, have been inspired by you to start writing and follow in your footsteps.

I, for one, did start writing because of you.

You are one of the authors that I would keep close to my heart, your stories made me feel something light that I never knew I needed.

You pulled me out of a pit that I struggled in, and I would be forever greatful for that.

“The toughest Lion always leads the pride, but I realized that the fluffiest tiger could lead one too😉”

“The alpha would lead the pack but always remember that the pack would always defend the alpha”

We got you all the way❤️ (Happy birthday, Floof, the crackers for us mallows)

-✏️

Have a very very Happy Birthday! From all of us mallows!💕

oh wow i was not... i wasn't expecting this at all. i didn't really know that this whole blog meant something to at least someone but i greatly appreciate all of this and all of you. when i started writing, it was nothing but a simple hobby to just pass time and do something while I'm not studying. but eventually this turned into a whole lot more with people talking to me about the randomest things and confiding in me about what troubled them. at first i wanted to write, but eventually i wanted to be someone who made an impact so i kept making these stories. but as much as you guys thank me for writing them, i want you all to know that I'm really thankful to all of you too because i wouldn't be a "writer" if it weren't for everyone who reads and reacts to my works. you're all part of how the stories come to life, so it would be nice to give credit where credit is due. i might not be able to reply to everything you've said because I'm still a wee bit groggy but i hope you know that you aren't creepy for doing this nor do you have to lay low because you've been "sending too much" but ultimately that decision is yours marshmallow. nothing about this message has been underwhelming so please don't think that.

thank you for this and for all the support you guys have been giving me. i love you 💕

[lilaclovestowrite]

F l o o f || Keith x Reader

" Can you do more Keith fluff? I don’t have anything specific in mind, just fluffy Keith UwU "

Type: Request from Quotev

Words: 1168

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Keith x Reader

Genre: Fluff, typical love story starring a dog lol

Summary: You and Keith go for a walk with Kosmo, only for you to confess your feelings to him...

Warnings: F l o o f

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You were worn out from all the work you had to do today on the Castle. You had the job of an informer for the Paladins—which meant you exchanged information with them throughout battles and travels. Your role was very important, but it was also very tiring. Still, you were thankful to even be there.

 Right now, you were transferring new data into your computer for the next mission Voltron went on. With a yawn, you closed your eyes and waited. I barely got any sleep last night—maybe I could catch a few minutes while I’m waiting.

 But of course, someone interrupted it.

 “Hey—”

“Ergh, can I get any slee—” When you turned around, you saw that it was Keith. Honestly, you had a bit of a crush on him. But he was so busy with being a guardian of the galaxy, you never wanted to bring it up. “UH—KEITH! I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was y—”

 “That’s fine,” he excused, letting out a rare chuckle. When he saw how sleepy you looked, he grew slightly concerned. “You look tired—are you okay? I thought you got more sleep last night than usual. . .”

 “Oh! Well, uh—actually. . .”

 “(Y/N), you said you’d be getting more rest! It’s not healthy to do work when you can barely even function.”

“SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAAAAKKKK!!!” screeched Pidge from the other room. She was thirty feet away yet the dark circles under her eyes were perfectly visible.

 Keith crossed his arms. “Yeah, okay.”

 You laughed. “Keith, I’m fine! I just got one less hour of sleep than usual. It’s nothing!”

 The truth was, you only ever got about three hours of sleep, so that’d make it two. But Keith didn’t have to know that.

 “Alright, then. Well—I wanted to ask you something,” he started, his voice becoming a bit quiet.

 “Whut?”

 “I was gonna take Kosmo for a walk on the next planet we’re stopping by. Would you uh. . .care to join us?”

 HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCKKKKK YESSSSSSSS, you screamed internally.

 But your real words were, “Well, I suppose.”

The next planet you all landed on was quite beautiful. The leaves on the trees were similar to the ones of a sakura, and the lakes shimmered from the brilliance of the pastel blue sky.

 “Wow, it’s certainly a step up from that Balmera planet,” Lance commented.

 Shiro slapped him upside the head. “Be nice, ungrateful child.”

 Keith kneeled down and rubbed Kosmo’s head. “Alright, are you ready for your walk?”

The way Keith spoke to animals was so adorable. Your heart melted every time you saw it. He was just so gentle and caring with them. That’s when he turned to you with that soft smile of his. It was weird, since he never looked at anyone else with that expression.

 “Well, let’s go then.”

You shook with excitement before following by his side. The others watched as you two headed down the grassy trail, away from them.

 “Wow, I wonder when they’ll finally start dating,” Pidge smirked.

 “WhY WouLd ShE dATe that eMo MullEt wHEn sHE caN have mE And mY uTTeR aWEsoMEneSS?” Lance replied, flexing his stick arms.

 “Lance, do you need me to call your therapist again?”

 During the walk, Kosmo rolled around in a bed of flowers. You giggled at the sight, while Keith smiled ever-so-slightly.

“Here, Kosmo. Have something a treat!” You bent down and sat on your knees, handing an apple slice to the wolf. Kosmo sniffed at it before accepting it. You looked back at Keith and said, “Don’t worry. Apples are healthy for wolfs, since they include Vitamin A and C~”

  Keith looked away to hide his blush. You never knew that he developed feelings for you as well. The reason for that is—you were just so kind and compassionate. You never judged anyone for what they looked like, or who they were. When you found out that he was half-Galra, you never once showed any hint of prejudice. In fact, you helped him realize it was nothing to be ashamed of.

 “You’re so nice.”

 His words took you by surprise. “Huh?”

He seated himself on a nearby bench, letting Kosmo rest by his side. “You’re so nice. . .to everyone. I just wish you took care of yourself more. I know you didn’t get enough sleep last night—all because you were too busy helping out with Voltron.”

 Your heart began to skip. The warmth of blush flooded your face, which made you look down in attempt to conceal it. Some part of you wanted to confess your feelings to him—but it was too much of a risk. “. . .Thank you, Keith.”

  He had the same feeling, but he was simply to shy to reveal the truth. But he knew he needed to gather the courage at some point, especially since Shiro bugged him about it nonstop.

 You sat yourself down beside him. The decision whether you should confess to him or not, skipped through your mind. Finally, you decided something. “Keith. . .”

 “Yeah?”

 “We’ve been friends since forever. But lately, I’ve been thinking. . .”

 Kosmo plopped his head on your lap, which caused you to stress-pet him. He now regretted ever moving.

 “What if we could be more. . .?”

 Keith’s eyes widened. “Wait, you mean—more than best friends? You mean like, super mega best friends?”

 Kosmo, a wolf, face-palmed.

 You quickly backed out. “Er, sure!”

 That’s when Pidge screamed, “NO, DIMWIT, SHE MEANS SHE WANTS YOU TO BE HER BOYFRIEND—”

 But Shiro immediately pulled her back into the bush they were hiding in. You and Keith only went stiff.

 “Wait, boyfriend?” gasped Keith.

 You nodded. “YEaH—”

 Out of all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him smile as big as he was right now. “YES—I mean, uh, sure.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Keith Kogane, your longtime crush, exchanged your feelings. It made you want to squeal, but you didn’t want to scare him away too fast. Instead, you threw your arms around him and gave him a fond hug. He slightly retracted because he wasn’t used to physical contact, but since it was you, he returned it.

 Kosmo slid underneath you two and got in the middle of the embrace, which made you both laugh and pet him.

 “Aw, just cuz we’re dating now, doesn’t mean you won’t get any less attention~” you told the seventy-pounds of angry floof.

 Kosmo had the expression of Doge, which was concerning.

So, you leaned your head on Keith’s shoulder, and let Kosmo snuggle in your lap. Keith placed his jacket around you and rested his eyes. You did the same. It was almost like the world was irrelevant when you were together, like the only thing that mattered was you and Keith. It was so peaceful, which was a change.

 Don’t worry, Pidge will send you the pictures of it later.

[multifandombitxh]

Title: In Truth

Pairing: Dabi x Quirkless!Reader

Genre: Floof with a tiny bit of angst

Warnings: None

A/N: I always see people writing Dabi as very passive/perverted/possessive as a boyfriend so I said FUCK THAT NOISE and wrote him as a soft sweetheart bb because not even god can stop me. It’s written from Dabi’s POV (kinda). For some background, the reader is quirkless and works as a Teacher’s Assistant at UA. He’s never told them about what he does, and keeps his quirk a secret. The reader told him about the attack on the Summer Camp, and about how a villain set the forest on fire, so he knows he can’t tell them about his quirk now. Might make it into a series? idk. Enjoy!

Dabi rolled over and groaned, the harsh sound of his phone vibrating on his nightstand startling him from his sleep. He probed around in the dark for a bit before finally grabbing ahold of his phone. With one eye open, he pressed the green “answer” button, too tired to check who it was, and too tired to care.

“What?” He croaked out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his free hand.

“Wow, you sound like you swallowed sandpaper. Are you sick?”

All annoyance left his body at the sound of your voice, quickly being replaced by excitement. If there was anything that could get his heart going, it was definitely you.

“I just woke up, babe,” He replied, “You need something?”

“Dabi, it’s three in the afternoon. What are you still doing in bed?”

“Couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”

Dabi chuckled, then sat up in bed. “Both, I guess.”

“Well, if you’re up to it, I was on my way home and figured I’d get some coffee. Wanna meet me there?”

“Usual place?”

“Obviously. We don’t get coffee anywhere else.”

“Damn, you’re sassy today.”

“Is it a yes or a no?”

“I’ll see you in fifteen, Y/N.”

“Okay, I love you!”

He’d heard you say it a million times by now, but it never got old. Every single time, without fail, hearing you say the words “I love you” gave him the worst case of butterflies known to man.

“I love you too, angel. See you soon.”

-

“Wow, the pros are really busy today,” You said, sipping your coffee and watching several suited-up heroes dart past the coffee shop. Dabi kept his head down, his shoulders slumped, and his voice low in hopes that none of them would notice him.

He’d never once included you in what he did in his free time. Sure, he’d mentioned a hundred and one times that he wasn’t a good person, that he’d hurt people, and that you were better off without him; but that did little to steer you away. You were stubborn, and determined to see the good in him, even if it wasn’t really there.

These days, though, it seemed like maybe there was a touch more goodness in his heart than there had been when he first met you.

“Yeah, read something about a lightning villain on my way here,” Dabi said softly, “Crazy stuff.”

You hummed in agreement, staring out the windows of the coffee shop in wonder.

“Still don’t understand what your obsession with pro heroes is about,” Dabi said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, some of us were born without Quirks, Dabi,” You replied, “It’s interesting to see what people do with them.”

Unknowingly, he’d sent you into a tangent about how amazing heroes were, and- to his shock- some villains, too. He watched you go on and on, your voice like music in his ears, your soft laughter and warm smile sending his heart soaring. He’d forgotten all about his coffee, and instead was focused on you; resting his head in his hands while he watched you talk excitedly.

“-plus, I don’t really think All Might’s as invincible as everyone thinks he is, you know? Everyone’s quirks have limits-“

“Right. Sure.”

“So there has to be someone out there who can take him on and win. I’m not saying they should or that it would be a good thing, but anything’s possible. There are so many different types of quirks-“

“Remind me which type is your favorite?”

“Mind control quirks, I thought I told you that already.”

“You did. Carry on.”

Dabi saw a thought flash in your eyes, only to be extinguished almost immediately. You opened your mouth to speak, hesitated, then pursed your lips and lowered your gaze. Worry instantly shot through his veins.

“Babe?” He asked, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, just-” You sighed, your voice timid. “You still haven’t told me what your quirk is.”

Oh. Right.

Shit.

“We’ve been doing this for almost five months now,” You went on, “I dunno, I just thought you would’ve told me by now.”

Dabi sighed and ran a stressed hand through his hair. “Look, Y/N, it’s just- it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just don’t think I can.”

“Why not?”

When he met your gaze, his heart sunk into his stomach like a rock. The hurt look in your eyes was enough to break even the most cold-hearted villains.

There was a reason he hadn’t told you. A very specific, very important reason. If you knew what his quirk was, you would know everything. You’d know what he was, what he’d done, and who he’d hurt.

For a split second, his heart told him to do the right thing. It was screaming at him to tell you, to confess everything, to finally come clean and just rip the bandaid off. If you couldn’t love him for who he really was, then how could the relationship work at all?

He had to. He had to do it.

But...

He couldn’t.

Not now. Not here.

“Why don’t we go talk about this somewhere else,” Dabi said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. He stood from the table and took one last sip of his coffee before offering you his hand. You took it happily and he pulled you up, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

“Does this mean you’re gonna tell me what your quirk is?” You asked as he led you from the Cafe.

“Maybe,” He replied, glancing around the streets to look for pros. Once he knew the coast was clear, he began leading you toward the beach, where the sun had begun to set in the distance.It would be quiet, mostly secluded, and honestly? He just really liked sunsets.

When you arrived at the beach, you insisted on standing by the water to let the tide roll in over your bare feet. Your shoes and belongings were left off on the sand- as were Dabi’s, to your shock- while you enjoyed the cool, salty water.

Dabi has both arms around you, holding you close to his chest while you both watched the sun dip lower and lower into the horizon. Shades of red and orange and pink painted the sky and clouds, casting very warm tones over everything in sight. Breathing in the fresh air, Dabi reveled in the moment, trying to memorize every sensation in his mind.

Even though he loved the sunset, it paled in comparison to when he looked down to see your cheek pressed against his chest, your eyes closed and a peaceful look on your face.

“I’m so in love with you,” He said softly, unable to stop the words before they came out.

“Gross,” You replied, giving him a playful smile before craning your neck to press a long kiss to his lips. He welcomed the kiss by placing one of his hands under your jaw, keeping you in place until he’d had his fill.

“Does that mean you love me back?” He asked after several minutes, gently stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“It’s open to interpretation.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I am, and you love me.”

Scoffing, Dabi pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into an embrace. You rested one of your hands over his ribs, toying with the material on his jacket absentmindedly. By now, the sun had all but disappeared aside from an intense, orange sliver on the edge of the rolling waves. It would have been perfect, if not for the sounds of shrill, teenage laughter at the other end of the beach. So much for secluded and quiet.

“So, about your quirk...”

Dabi sighed. “I was hoping you’d have forgotten by now.”

“Yeah, right, like I’d forget something like that.”

“Okay,” He started, licking his lips and glancing down at you. “I’ll make you a deal. If I tell you what kind of quirk I have, will you let it go for a while?”

Almost instantly, your eyes lit up and your smile had returned. “Yes!”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise,” You replied, grabbing his hand and wrapping your pinky around his tightly, giving him your toothiest grin.

He thought his heart was going to burst.

“Okay,” He said, holding his breath. “I... have a fire quirk.”

“Oh, one of my students has one of those!” You exclaimed, “It’s so powerful. Why aren’t you a pro with a quirk like that? Doesn’t Endevour have-”

“Y/N.”

You sighed and lowered your head. “Okay, okay, I’ll let it go.”

“Hey.”

Dabi grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, then tilted your head to look up at him again.

“You know how much I love you,” He began, “Don’t you, angel?”

“Of course,” You replied, leaning into his touch.

“You know that I’d do anything for you, right?”

“I know, Dabi.”

“And you know that I’ll always keep you safe?”

You chuckled and smoothed out the fabric of his jacket. “You say that like I have something to be scared of.”

“Because you do,” Dabi thought to himself, “And it’s all my fault. Someone could find out how much you mean to me and have you killed. The pros might get the wrong idea and think you’re like me. The police could bust down your door and arrest you for even being near me. You’re always in danger because of me. You don’t deserve that. You’re the last person who deserves any of that. God, why don’t you just leave me? You’d be so much safer...”

“You don’t,” He lied, swallowing hard. “I just need you to know I’ll never let anything happen to you, okay?”

“Okay,” You said softly. The calmness in your voice eased his anxieties, but only slightly. When you kissed his cheek and whispered that you loved him, though?

All of his worries melted and washed away with the tide.

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Loves Makes You Melt (Snatcher x Reader)

Oh wow! I actually managed to post this in the morning, and not late in the afternoon! Anyways, back on the Snatcher fluff again! But this time, I’ve dedicated this fluff to @ahatincrime! (A lovely headcannon of their’s inspired me to make this, and it’s here unless you don’t want to spoil yourselves! But seriously check out their blogs, they’re amazing)

Enjoy your healthy dose of Snatcher fluff! ;3

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You were a very lucky person to be with someone like Snatcher. Extremely lucky, in fact. Nobody else seemed to be such a perfect fit for him, except you. You calmed him whenever he was upset, made him happy when he needed it most, and, overall, showed Snatcher a side of himself that he didn’t even know was there. You helped him become more open to love, by being there at his side every step of the way. And you were more than glad that he chose you to be his soulmate.

And Snatcher felt he was just as lucky to have you as his soulmate! As much as he didn’t want other people to see, he really did have a soft spot for you. At first he thought the idea of finding love again seemed like a waste of time, not to mention seemingly impossible for someone like him. Yet you proved him wrong, by being the first person he had ever cared about in a long time. And whenever you two were alone, Snatcher couldn’t help but boast about how perfect you where. You were the only one who got to see his affectionate side.

And lately, Snatcher had been showing that side of him a lot more often.

The date you were having at the moment was a prime example of that. Snatcher had decided to take you up to the very top of his tree home, to sit on the giant mushroom, so the two of you could star-gaze. Which was a bit odd, as you would kind of expect this sort of thing from Moonjumper. He always seemed to be obsessed with the moon, stars, and whatnot (go figure). But it turns out that Snatcher seemed to like it just as much! He’d point out the constellations and stars, trying his best to recall them from memory. He must have taken an astronomy class at that academy he sometimes mentioned. At least, that’s what you figured.

As you both sat next to each other on the glowing mushroom, you couldn’t help but notice how lovely the night sky looked. With such a clear view, the entire sky looked like it was full of glittering stars. Occasionally, a few dark wispy clouds would sail on by (and you would giggle as Snatcher would complain about it every single time), but other than that the sight was spectacular. And despite the odd choice of date, you two were actually having fun!

“Look! Found one!” Snatcher says as he nudges you, for the third time in a row. He points up to the sky, and you can barely make out a small blue star.

“Ooo! What’s that one called?” you ask him, truly eager to know. He takes a moment, tapping the surface of the mushroom and thinking hard. But after a few seconds, he recalls the name.

“Lyra’s Tear!” Snatcher boasts loudly, quite proud of himself. You “ooh” and “ahh” at his ability to name the star, but you tried not to oversell it. “Quite a tragic story that comes with that one! Now if only I could remember it...” he hums to himself in thought. But eventually he just shrugs, not looking to finish that statement. You look back up at the sky, and one of the stars catches your eye.

“What about that one?” you ask him, pointing to the big red star you found. Snatcher takes a moment to try and find where your pointing at, before letting out an excited gasp.

“That’s it!” he exclaims loudly, nearly making you fall over. You let out a small yelp as you barely manage to catch yourself. “Oh, sorry!” Snatcher apologizes, trying to help you up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You tell him, but Snatcher insisted on sitting you back up straight and dusting you off. “So, you were saying?” you ask him to continue, genuinely curious over what he was so excited about.

“Hm? Oh, right!” Snatcher chuckles a bit to himself, before pointing back up to the star. “That one would be Galvar the Brave! And I just happened to remember the story that comes with that one!” he seems excited, hoping that you’ll ask him for more on the subject.

“Really? Tell me!” you say, showing your curiosity to him. But he takes a moment to stare at you, before letting out a deep laugh.

“Oh, I don’t know if should. It’s a rather gruesome tale...” Snatcher has a smirk on his face, pretending like he didn’t want to tell you. But you know his little tricks by now, and roll your eyes at him.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle it.” you say, before reaching for his hand. “C’mon! Tell me already!” you insist, tugging on his clawed hand. For a moment, you see Snatcher’s surprised (and slightly flustered) face once you hold his hand. But it quickly disappears, as that same evil grin returns on his face.

“Oh well, if you insist!” Snatcher lets out a hearty laugh, before clearing his throat.

He proceeds to tell you about how Galvar the Brave fought against a huge monster plaguing a small village, leaving his beloved lady behind. You still keep a hold onto his hand as he tells the story. He seems to notice, giving you a quick glance and a flustered look appearing on his face for just a second. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, and instead goes on. Later into the story he points at two other constellations, saying how one of them was Galvar’s mighty steed and the other the hideous monster.

As he tells you the bloody details of the battle, you find yourself scooting closer to him. He seems to notice this too, but doesn’t move from his spot. Instead, he lets you come closer until you are right next to him. And once you’re there, you wrap your hands around his long arm. This seems to make him stop his story for a moment, with a slight blush growing on his face. And he takes a slight break from his story, softly pushing you into his side and carefully putting his arm around you.

“Did Galvar ever defeat the monster?” you ask him, as you start hugging his side.

“Oh no, he’s totally dead!” Snatcher seems to find this funny, while you’re taken slightly aback.

“Wait, really? Why?” you press on, he must have left out that part.

“Well, you notice how that star is red?” he grins devilishly as he points back to the star, eager to tell you his dark secret. And you nod, though you’re still very confused. “That’s because that’s only his head up there! The monster managed to cut his head cleeeeeean off!” he makes a slicing motion across his neck, so you’ll get the point. “And remember Lyra’s Tear? Lyra was the lady he left behind! She’s crying now that her only love is dead.” Snatcher seems to finish the tale, as he excitedly waits for your response.

But you can only stare, surprised that the story took such a dark turn. But then again, that was Snatcher for you. Despite being dead himself, he could always manage to crack jokes about it. You didn’t quite understand why he did this, but hey, then again you’ve never been a ghost before. And besides, that was one of the things that you liked about Snatcher. He was always unpredictable. Whether it be jokes, stories, or simple introductions, he always had his own spooky twist to add to the mix.

“That’s pretty dark, Snatcher.” you say, somehow managing to laugh at it.

“I know right?! Isn’t it wonderful?” Snatcher cackles to himself.

But you just smile at him, and cuddle up to him like you would a pillow. This seems to cut his laughter off short, with his floof puffing up expectantly. But he doesn’t mind after he sees how peaceful you look. He gives you a warm smile, hugging you closer, before going back to gaze at the stars. And after awhile you look up at him, though he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. But you take in the sight, staring at Snatcher’s happy smiling face. You noticed how beautiful his features looked with the moonlight shining on his face. To you, it was absolutely breath-taking, as you thought about how handsome he looked...

You wondered what it’d be like to kiss him.

You had to mentally pause for a moment. Woah, you thought to yourself. Where did that come from? It was certainly out of the blue, the idea popping into your head so suddenly. And you had no clue how it came across your mind (well, you had some clue). So you shrug it off as just a random thought and try to simply forget about the idea. But then you realized…

Had you ever kissed each other before?

Well, besides kisses on the cheek. That was just something you did on occasion, usually to make Snatcher blush. And Snatcher rarely ever did that back, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t at least once or twice. But you had never really had your “first kiss” together. And the idea of it made your heart start pounding, and your cheeks start to redden. But it also made you wonder...how would that work? Would you even be able to kiss him on the lips? And even if you did, what would it be like? You take a moment to look up at Snatcher, who was still gazing up at the stars. And you feel your heart continue it’s steady thumping as you think about it longer.

Well...it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“Hey, Snatcher?” you reach for Snatcher’s floof, giving it a soft tug. And this snaps him out of his star-gazing, with him looking at you and giving you a smile.

“What’s up?” he gives you his signature grin, though it almost makes you want to bail out. This might be a bad idea, you think to yourself as Snatcher keeps smiling at you. But...he is pretty cute. He wouldn’t be mad if I gave him just a small kiss, would he?

“I want to show you something.” you tell him, deciding to go with the sneaking approach. It was always the best for whenever you wanted to see him flustered. Which, when did you not want to see him flustered? It was so cute!

“Something?” Snatcher asks, a bit skeptical of your actions. But once you give him a nod and a cute smile, he doesn’t suspect you’re being suspicious anymore.

“Yeah...could you come a little closer?” you ask him, a bit nervously. With his height you can’t exactly reach him from where you are. And you really didn’t feel like standing, so have him fall into your trap would be much better.

“Alright, alright.” Snatcher complies, leaning down only a smidge. You frown, as you were hoping he’d come at least a little bit closer to you.

“Maybe a little more than that? Please?” you give him pleading eyes. And Snatcher simply rolls his eyes and leans down only a bit further.

“How’s this?” he says once he’s closer to you. But he’s just too tall, so it’s still not enough.

“Can’t you come all the way down?” you say, getting a bit impatient with him. And Snatcher apparently feels the same, as he lets out a sigh.

“This is going to be a number on my back, you know.” he mumbles under his breath.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” you giggle to yourself, trying to contain your excitement.

“It better be!” Snatcher fusses at you, before leaning down as far as he can. And you move back a bit to give him some space, until he’s right at your level. “Now, what was it you wanted to show m-”

You muffle his words, as you gently grab his floof, quickly pull him closer towards you, and give him a tender kiss on the lips. He jolts, but stays as still as a statue while you kiss him. You expected his lips to be as cold as the rest of him. But oddly enough, you feel a warmth shared between the both of you. And as much as you want to hold the kiss, you finally decide to let go. You look at Snatcher, who’s face is a bright glowing yellow. And you just can’t help but smirk at how cute he is.

“How was that?” you ask him in a soft voice, still holding his face in your hands. But he says nothing, and just stays stiff as a board. “Snatcher?” you call for his attention, starting to get a bit worried. You wave your hand across his eyes, but still no response. “Snatcher, are you okay?” you shake him a bit, hoping you didn’t break him.

And to your surprise, he begins to shrink.

“SNATCHER!” you yell out, as he suddenly starts to melt before your eyes. His body begins to drip, and he immediately sinks right into the ground. He head is the last to melt completely, with it going down with a splash and being submerged in the rest of him. “Oh my gosh, Snatcher! Are you okay?!” you ask over the dark puddle, as you can’t see his face for a moment. You start to panic, you didn’t expect a kiss to do this to him! But then you see bubbles start to appear on the surface, along with Snatcher’s blushing yellow face re-submerging.

“Y-y-yes, I’m f-fine...” you hear him gurgle, and you let out a relieved sigh. You almost forgot he could shape-shift, which probably would have been a good thing to remember.

“Don’t scare me like that!” you fuss at him, and you see the face in the puddle shrink back.

“Sorry...” Snatcher mumbles, looking away from you. “I guess I just couldn’t keep myself together, huh?” he looks back up at you to give a weak smile. And despite the odd circumstance, you manages to snicker at the joke.

“Pfft, you dork.” you giggle, as you boop a spot in the puddle were his “nose” would be.

“Haha, yeah. That was pretty bad.” Snatcher laughs a bit awkwardly. “Um...do you think you could help me out? I’m stuck.” he asks you, reluctantly. And you try to hold in a laugh, he looked pretty silly when he was just a puddle.

“Sure thing!” you agree, and reach your hand into the puddle. You feel something grasp your hand, and you guess that it must be Snatcher’s own hand. You tug with all your might, and start slowly pulling him out of the puddle. And as you do, his form re-materializes back to being solid. He helps you, using his freed arm to push his lower half back up. And with a comical pop, Snatcher’s entire body comes out of the ground and is back to normal. He dusts himself off, before giving you an awkward grin.

“You didn’t answer my question by the way.” you bring it back up, as he makes sure that his body is stable.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t quite catch it earlier. What was it you were saying?” Snatcher says, beginning to tap his fingers nervously.

“How was is? The kiss, I mean.”

“O-oh!” Snatcher face starts blushing again. “It was...nice. Really nice.” he clears his throat, and rubs the back of his head.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” you say, feeling yourself become a little nervous.

“Could...you do it again?”

“What?” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“N-never mind. I was just-” Snatcher begins to stutter, before pausing. He seems to consider something, carefully thinking it over to himself. “Oh, peck it.” he huffs to himself, before coming closer to you and bending down. And suddenly, he lifts you into his arms and picks you up off the ground. You let out a surprised yelp, as he props you up in his arms.

“S-Snatcher, wha-”

“Come here, fool~” Snatcher purrs, using a free hand to bring your face up to his. And just like you did with him, he suddenly gives you a surprise kiss. Only this time, he holds it for much longer. But you don’t mind in the slightest, as you try your best to wrap your arms around his neck. You both share the warmth in the kiss, with Snatcher starting to carefully run his claws through your hair. But eventually he lets go, slowly parting his lips from yours. You take a moment to stare at him, completely dazed.

“You could’ve just asked first...” you laugh, as you feel your face growing hot.

“Oh, I’m the one who should have asked?” Snatcher teases you, as he goes to ruffle your hair. And you can’t help but giggle to yourself as he messes up your hair. But after he stops you smile up at him, giving him a loving look.

“I love you~” you sigh, trying to come up closer to him, just to kiss him one more time.

“I love you too...” Snatcher seems to notices, as he shifts you up so you two can meet.

You both kiss each other again, just a small peck on the lips this time. And then you find yourself laying your head onto Snatcher’s floof, cuddling your face into it. He purrs steadily, cradling you close to him so you’ll be comfortable. You feel a sudden movement, and realize that Snatcher is taking you back down into his home. He keeps his hold on you, as he slowly floats down into his home. There is surprising warmth in his cozy home, and you find yourself letting out a tired yawn.

“Feeling sleepy, love?” Snatcher asks you quietly, once he sits you both down in his armchair.

“Mhm...” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into his softness.

And upon hearing this, Snatcher summons a large fluffy blanket to wrap around the both of you. He tucks you in the most though, making sure you are comfy as can be. Then he starts to hum a soft tune for you, like a lullaby, to put you to sleep. And it doesn’t take long before you close your eyes and slowly drift off. Snatcher doesn’t join you just yet, he just simply watches over you as you let out quiet murmurs. He almost sheds a tear over how peaceful and calm you looked, just resting against his chest. And after a few hours, slowly but surely, he joins you in quiet slumber.

And he happily dreams about his soulmate, who he is so very lucky to have.