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*sprinkles button batteries onto the pile*
Aw, the Joltik got scared! -gives it a button cell- Sorry, I don't have AAs on me.
snack time
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once again drawing click clack over images of my nefarious shape
+ bonus based on how I was handed an angora rabbit at a state fair and immediately started ugly crying
#great god grove#ggg click clack#ggg thespius#ggg bauhauzzo#huzzle implied but not rlly there lol#context for the first one is my rabbit has a personal fan that he loves to sit in front of giving his fur a dent#2nd image was me helping him shed his winter coat cuz otherwise i would never be free from the fur. the pile was bigger than him irl#for the bauzzie image they handed me that rabbit and it was immediate ugly crying and everyone was just staring at me holding the rabbit#crying like i had just found out i lost my beloved in the war#shaking and whimpering with the fluffiest thing in my arms#very funny because my family were all there staring thinking something happened but it was too cute. it was too cute to handle#me and bauzzie boy would bond with the ease it takes us to cry lolol#anyway story time over enjoy my silly click clacks#click clack bald arc for a week in the summer
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Hello! My boyfriend of 8 years just broke up with me and my birthday is tomorrow I was wondering if you could possibly write a Suguru fluff. Thank you!
★ Chef student!Suguru feeding you pancakes
Geto すぐる
Note : i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope it is not too hard to cope 💗🥞 take care of yourself!
The smell of pancakes wafts up into the air.
It's funny, you're watching such a big and muscular man wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron while he flips pancakes.
And he flips these pancakes with the utmost delicateness and gentleness — as if the pancakes have feelings.
He piles up the best pancakes onto your plate and gives himself the floppier, less appetizing ones.
"Honey or syrup?" Suguru asks.
"Who would have syrup on their pancakes?" you scrunch your face up, "Pancakes are meant to be eaten with honey."
"What! No — syrup is way better!" he responds, one hand firmly gripping a pink spatula.
The spatula is not just pink. It's also too big for the pan. The pan is also tiny. But it's stick-free, and there is a joy to be had in flipping pancakes with a stick-free pan of that size with a pink spatula.
"Syrup is not better. It's too sweet." you argue.
Suguru keeps piling up the fluffiest pancakes on your plate. They're golden and puffing with steam, hot off the pan.
"Well, you're too sweet but I still love kissing your sugar lips." he flirts.
"Oh Sugu!" you roll your eyes. He's made your cheeks burn again.
He leans down for a small kiss. The smack between yours and his lips and little wetness makes him fluttery.
"You're ridiculous. And that apron is also ridiculous." you say. "What if your school saw you wearing that to the next class?"
"I think they'd appoint me as Head Chef and give me Michelin stars right away. Then I can be your Michelin-starred Suguru."
"Ah, you make it sound like your sole purpose to drag through culinary school is to be a chef boyfriend." you laugh.
He grins at you and prepares to circle honey over your pancakes. He grips the honey dipper gently, pinching it between his thumb and index fingers, and lets it slowly drip honey onto your fluffy pancakes.
"Anyways, don't you mock the Hello Kitty apron." he says with faux seriousness. "It's not a joke. It will bring me good luck."
"Sorry, Chef Geto." you play along.
He smirks and lifts the plate, forks a honey-smothered pancake piece and raises it to level with your mouth.
"Open wide, birthday girl." Suguru coos.
You open wide and Suguru feeds you a bite. Instantly, your face melts at the buttery, fluffy taste.
"Are they good?" he asks, just to lure a compliment out of you about his cooking.
"Mhm. I always love your cooking, Sugu. It tastes like a gentle man made it." you nod, happily taking the plate and stuffing another piece of pancake into your mouth.
Suguru feels a bit smug about his cooking now.
The compliments he gets from you get stored into his mind for safekeeping — he'll remember this one for years and his heart will flutter. Even when he's become a real chef at a restaurant, every compliment will never mean as much as this one you made over birthday pancakes.
He tastes his own pancakes, with the syrup on top.
Suguru hums contemplatively while chewing. You intently watch his sharp jawline as he chews. How can he make the act of eating seem so alluring?
"Tastes good — but not as good as you." he flirts.
"Stop flirting or I'll stuff your mouth with honey pancakes." you grumble cutely.
"Oh no! Honey pancakes; my worst enemy..." he murmurs and leans down to you for a soft kiss.
You taste the syrup on Suguru's lips and he tastes the honey on yours.
© arminsumi
I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.
This is fictional work.
#fluff#geto fluff#geto suguru fluff#geto#geto suguru#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x fem reader#suguru geto
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?
pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader
warnings ༄ none! this is the fluffiest of fluff—a bit out of my comfort zone, but it’s good to push your limits (so i’ve been told). you might get a bit of whiplash if you read my previous drabble lol.
word count ༄ 1452
notes ༄ i’m not joking when i say i wrote most of this over a year ago. idk how tending to injuries actually works, but this is the one piece universe, so suspend your belief! i just love the quiet intimacy of caring for someone else, especially when it’s hands on… this is kinda cheesy but i think it’s cute; it’s something of a love letter to one of my faves <3
you climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch, putting your kit down before pulling yourself up into the crow’s nest. labored breaths filled the air, the swordman’s bare back glistening with sweat, his calloused hands balancing an impossibly large weight. you scanned the room, locking in on the bloody bandages piled in the trash can.
sighing, you picked up your kit and padded over to sit on the ground in front of zoro. he didn’t acknowledge your presence—not that you expected him to, as absorbed as he was with his training—and you unpacked your kit, pulling out the necessary supplies. once you finished, you silently watched him continue his exercises, wincing at the way his fresh wounds strained against his movements. you tried to ignore how impressive his rippling muscles looked as they shimmered from exertion.
by the time he put the weight down he guzzled some water and glanced over at you. “what’s all that for?” he asked flatly, gesturing toward your setup. he wiped the water that had dribbled down his chin with the back of his hand, oblivious to the way your eyes heatedly tracked the droplets that fell from his lips to his heaving chest.
you patted the floor in front of you with a smile. “come, sit.”
he eyed you for a moment, seeming to weigh his options, but ultimately complied. he walked over and sat crisscrossed facing you, folding his arms. his steely visage didn’t betray his thoughts.
“no one else bothers me this much,” he grumbled, gaze flickering over to meet yours before returning to your busy hands.
you hoped he didn’t catch the way your fingers trembled when he spoke. “well,” you said, clearing your throat, “someone has to keep an eye on you. also, chopper is afraid to come up here and incur your wrath,” you added, half-jokingly.
zoro snorted in response, a small smile on his lips. “so, you’re the doctor’s assistant now?”
you shook your head with a chuckle. “scooch a little closer,” you said, turning to pick up a towel then shifting your weight so you were propped up on your knees. he obeyed with a grunt. you raised your head to assess his wounds, inhaling sharply when you saw the damage up close. his eye was closed, a slight scowl gracing his features.
“anything wrong?” zoro asked, eye still shut. you sighed in response, dipping the towel in a bowl of water before raising it to wipe the sweat off his face and chest.
one of the sunbeams that filtered through the windows sliced across his angular face, a glowing gash that highlighted his long green lashes and a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose—something you had never noticed before since they blended in with his tanned skin.
you cleaned up the sweat, careful to dab zoro’s wounds lightly. mostly superficial cuts and scrapes littered his face, although he did have a nasty gash at his hairline. you brushed back his mint green locks to get a better look at the damage; your fingertips burned hot against his scalp, and you could’ve sworn he shivered at your touch.
maybe it was your imagination.
ignoring the way your heart constricted, you moved the towel down his neck and arms toward his chest. you didn’t miss the freckles and moles that ghosted his collarbone and kissed his shoulders. absorbed in your ministrations, you missed the swordsman’s cracked eye intently watching your hands move down his body, heat nipping at the tips of his ears.
it was difficult to keep your breath steady as you wiped the expanse of his tawny torso, muscles firm underneath your featherlight touches. and while his back didn’t have any major injuries, you were sure to clean it, too. satisfied that you mopped up all the sweat, you took a clean cloth and retraced your movements to dry his skin.
“you need to be more careful,” you said, breaking the heady silence. your voice came out softer than you had anticipated, your nerves getting the better of you. you raised your eyes to meet zoro’s, now open. “your body will eventually give out if you don’t allow it to heal.”
“i don’t have time to heal,” he said simply. “each day brings new enemies even stronger than the last. i can’t stop if i wanna protect my captain and crewmates.”
the weight of his steely gaze forced yours to bow in supplication. his eye held no harshness, but rather resolution. guilt prickled your confidence; zoro was constantly throwing his life on the line for luffy and the crew’s sake—who were you to chastise him?
“we all worry about you,” you murmured, putting the cloth down. you would thank him, but you know he would simply brush it off as his duty, as nothing noteworthy.
you grabbed a pair of gloves and pulled them on your hands. opening a jar of salve that chopper had made specifically for zoro’s injuries, you scooped some out and met his grey eye. “this is a new treatment that chopper created using plants native to the birdie kingdom. he wanted me to tell you that while it’s effective at healing wounds quickly, it has an unpleasant sting.”
“nothin’ i can’t handle,” he smirked.
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a huff. “well, consider yourself warned.” with that, you moved to treat his head wound first. as you pushed his hair back and dabbed the balm on his gash, zoro jerked away from you with a hiss.
your eyes widened in surprise, a litany of apologies rushing from your lips. he held up a large hand to stop your rambling. “’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth, sounding decidedly less-than-fine. “just stings a little, s’all.”
you bit your tongue and hummed in response. throwing out an “i told you so” would be rude, although the mirth that sparkled in your eyes wasn’t lost on the swordsman. once he resituated himself, you returned your attention to treating the wound. without thinking, you rested one of your hands on his shoulder, steadying both of you.
zoro’s body shook as he willed himself to remain quiet despite the pain that seared his skin. he hadn’t thought his wounds were bad until that salve had touched him. his mind wandered back to the present, and he went rigid when he felt the soft hand that had settled on his shoulder. he tried not to panic when he realized how close you were to him, the cute way you knit your brows in concentration, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“there we go,” you said with a proud smile.
you began to lift your hand from zoro’s shoulder, but his arm shot up and he gripped your wrist before you could pull away. frozen in place, you looked back and forth between zoro’s hold and the intense look on his face. the air in the room felt oppressive.
what did i do wrong? did i hurt zoro? is he mad? negative thoughts breezed in and out of your head before his gravelly voice cut off your self-doubt.
“what,” he breathed, “are you doing to me?”
“huh?” your brain couldn’t register the meaning behind his words. “i told you, zoro, i’m just trying to help and—”
he shook his head, knowing he would screw up if he tried to explain himself in words. instead, he slowly peeled the glove—now sticky with salve—off of your hand and tossed it into the trash. he then guided your palm and pressed it against his bare chest, his rough hand wholly encompassing your own. his pleading eye never left yours, and you looked at him in wonder as you felt his heart thump thump thump thump beneath your fingertips.
suddenly, you became aware of how close you were to him. you still knelt in front of the swordsman, your knees flush to his crossed legs. it was like your body turned to wax as you warmed then slowly melted into zoro’s fiery touch, your fingernails carving red crescents into his shoulder and your hand still clutched firmly to his chest. you swallowed, heart in your throat, as he wet his lips.
“i—” he began then abruptly stopped with a wry chuckle, dimples on display for a split second. your gaze slipped down to his lips then went back up to his silvery eye.
you were both silent for a few beats, when you tried, “zoro, i—”
you were interrupted by zoro’s scarred hands coming up to cradle your face before he slowly began to lean toward you. a hopeless moth to his flame, you met his chapped lips in the middle for a blistering kiss.
#zoro x reader#one piece zoro#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece fluff#zoro fluff#roronoa zoro fluff#one piece fic#zoro <3#༄ kae writes
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Re: the split/kid Kim AU, I've seen you say a lot about the interactions between Chay and Kim and kid!Kim (which are wonderful and I love them!). Do you have any thoughts about the interactions between Kinn or Khun and kid!Kim?
Ooh, you're right, most of my posts have focused on Kim and Chay which is hilarious, because actually! The fic is centered around Kim and his brothers!! Since this fic is figuratively and literally about healing Kim's inner child, a very large part of that means mending his relationship with Kinn and Khun.
When this fic starts, Kim is ~13 and his Kinn is still dating Tawan. Kinn hasn't gone through all the heart break and betrayal that turned him into someone cold and cruel. He's still Kim's big, sweet, kind older brother, and even though kid Kim is a grumpy little storm cloud, he loves his brothers more than anything. He doesn't know why everything is suddenly so much different, but he trusts Kinn to fix it. And Kinn does not know what to do with a Kim that wholeheartedly, unquestioningly (mostly) trusts him.
“Kim?” The boy doesn’t respond. Kinn wants to reach out to him, but he’s still got that knife clutched in his hand, and he might be wild enough to use it, even against his own brother. “It’s alright, nong, you’re safe now. You’re home. I’m—hia’s here. Okay?” Kinn crawls closer. He keeps his voice even and soothing, or tries to, at least. He doesn’t know how well it works. Kim doesn’t move from his hiding place, and he doesn’t stop shaking. Kim’s voice breaks when he chokes out, “I don’t know what’s happening.” When Kinn comes closer, close enough to touch, Kim doesn’t flinch away from him. He picks his head up and fixes Kinn with his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and looks at him like he holds all the answers. Kinn desperately wishes he did. “Hia?” “Come on, nong.” Kinn holds out his hand. “Let’s figure this out together.”
This is probably going to end up focused on Kim and Kinn's relationship, actually, since Kim is already a little closer to Khun. Luckily adult Khun is jsut as crazy as Kim remembers, and he takes the whole kid!Kim thing in stride, so naturally Kim gravitates towards him. But as much as he loves Khun, Kinn is the one he looks up to, the one he believes can fix everything. And Kinn, who takes on so much responsibility, who's finally the one in charge, can now protect Kim the way he thinks he should have when they were younger.
This fic is also where I started my headcanon that Khun calls Kim his little songbird. At some point adult Kim will see how easy it is for his younger self to get along with his brothers (talking, spending time, cuddling with them, all things Kim hasn't allowed himself in years) and it makes his heart ache. He thinks it's too late. Even apologizes that he isn't the brother Khun deserves, but Khun just huffs and calls him an idiot for ever thinking that jsut because he's broken out of his cage and is flying free, doesn't mean he isn't still Khun's precious songbird. He's jsut been waiting for Kim to stop being so stubborn and finally come home, and so as Kinn. Cue little Kim taking Kim's hand and dragging him into a cuddle pile bc see? how easy?? it is???
And it's not easy, because Kim doesn't have these memories of being close to his brothers. They feel like strangers to him now without them. But... it is nice. It's so good, he doesn't know how he's lived without them all these years. Kid!Kim is happily bundled up in one of Khun's fluffiest coats, calling Kim dumb for nor seeing how much he still needs them. The story is about Kim healing his inner child, but his child self ends up healing him, too.
There's also a really fun dynamic between Kid!Kim and Porsche, because Kinn. Does not know how to brother. But Porsche is very good at brothering, and he knows how to handle Little Brother Emotional CrisisTM. So until Kinn learns how to be a brother to Kim again, he's the one filling that role, and it's very cute. Esp. when Kim finds out Porsche is Chay's older brother, then he's all awkwardly trying to as about his super cute future boyfriend 🥺👉👈 (He tries to play it cool around Chay. he is not successful. Chay thinks he's adorable.)
After Kim is reunited with child self/no longer going around as two people, he ends up with really weird feelings towards Porsche? They weren't particularly close before, but suddenly? Porsche feels?? safe??? One day Kim just hugs him out of the blue and they both freeze because it was such a natural instinct to Kim he didn't even question it, but also he doesn't hug Porsche?? ever??? (Porsche thinks it's both hilarious and adorable)
Also I want to mention that I have a very similar AU to this, except it's Kinn that gets de-aged instead! Porsche drops him off at Kim's apartment out of the blue and Kim is like wtf no?? And that one has accompanying fanart! Little Kinn gets nightmares, and he sneaks in to sleep with Kim bc he's too afraid to sleep alone 🥺
#cookie writes#kimchay#look i just love giving the boys small children to look after okay#but when those small children are THEMSELVES/estranged brothers???#even better#so much more angst potential
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Recommendation for something to watch and complete on a off day? I am also off today. Something soft and full of love preferably....
10 Soft BL's to Binge In A Day
(Since I don't sleep and watch high speed I binge full length Thai BL but I'm assuming you want something shorter than that, so I've limited myself to a 5hr runtime.)
1. Semantic Error (Korea Viki) - Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Full review.
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2. Seven Days (Japan grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion.
3. Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) - I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review.
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4. Light On Me (Korea Viki - Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all tropes are cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. LoM strategically tailors classic BL tropes to 2 different semes resulting in pristine pacing, plot, and character development, explicitly serving narrative (not just to tick boxes). LoM is a master class in this trope drops. (If you write fanfic or romance you should study this show.) Full review.
5. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Gaga & Viki) - I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes. Full review.
6. HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.
7. Cherry Magic (Japan indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utterly bonkers, but cute about it.
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8. Wish You (Korea Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.
9. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan indie subbed or Gaga?) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and complex enough to appeal to those who don’t normally watch BL or romance (if you have a reluctant partner).
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10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.
Also Old Fashioned Cupcake, it's a bit more complicated than soft but a FANTASTIC binge watch.
(list updated May 2023, not responsible for ones that come after that date)
#asked and answered#rec list#BL's to Binge#bingeable BL#it's on viki#Semantic Error#korean bl#Seven Days: Monday - Thursday#japanese bl#adapted from a manga#live action yaoi#Seven Days: Friday - Sunday#Our Dating Sim#Light On Me#Takara-kun and Amagi-kun#HIStory 2: Crossing the Line#taiwanese bl#Restart After Come Back Home#WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart#You Are Ma Boy#vietnamese bl#Also Old Fashioned Cupcake#Cherry Magic#Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii
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Hot Cocoa - Human!Sweden x F!Reader
A/N: Wrote this many years ago, but decided to come back to it and touch it up a bit.
TW: Fluff
The sound of wood being cut was the first thing to greet your ears as you opened your eyes.
You looked out the frost-covered window beside your bed, only to see the familiar tall stature of your blonde housemate out in the mid-calf deep snow, wielding an axe and cutting up logs in only a sweatshirt and thick pants.
You reached for your phone on your bedside table. It was still only 7 in the morning and the current temperature outside was -28 degrees C.
You sighed. "He knows better than to go out without his coat."
You'd known the "Nordics" since childhood, and had grown up in the same neighborhood as them for a few years. Even when they all moved back to their homelands, you all still kept in contact regularly.
When you had decided to moved into an apartment in Sweden, you were welcomed by all your friends with a party and booze, which ended with a very drunk Matthias needing to be cared out the door by Tino and Lukas while Emil and Berwald looked on in a mixture of amusement and disapproval.
However, about a month into your stay, your apartment was flooded due to a plumbing issue, and left you with nowhere to stay for at least a few months. Berwald came to help you pack up everything that could be salvaged, and even offered up his home for you to stay in. You had agreed, thankful for his generosity.
You didn't know that you'd be finding yourself still staying there a year later, since the house was three times the size of your apartment and Berwald had insisted that you stay with him instead of going back to that "run-down place". He had a point. The place was old and there was always something that needed to be fixed.
Even after having stayed with the Swede for over a year, you still worried for his health whenever he went out into the cold underdressed.
So, after climbing out of your comfy nest of blankets and putting on the fluffiest coat in the closet along with your thickest sweatpants and snow boots, grabbed Berwald’s parka and headed out into the snowy wonderland.
“Berwald!” you called as you opened the back door, stepping outside and immediately noticing how the snow came up to your knees.
Said man stilled his axe at the sound of your voice. The male turned to see an image that made him almost chuckle.
There you were, trudging through the deep snow, bundled up in the large white fluffy coat he bought you (which he bought because he thought you looked cute in it), carrying his parka in your arms. You looked like a little snowshoe hare.
However, he soon became worried once he remembered how cold it was, and instead walked towards you to meet you half-way.
You reached up and put the large coat around the Swede’s shoulders, sighing as you did so. “Ber, I know you’re used to the cold, but you’re still human, and you need to stay warm! How many times must I remind you?” you scolded softly, not a trace of malice in your tone.
The man’s eyes softened at your actions, proceeding to put his arms through the sleeves of the winter garment. “Tack.” he replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
You smiled. "You're welcome. Now, I'm going to head in and go make us something warm. I'll see you inside."
He nodded and turned back to the pile of yet to be chopped wood.
Stepping through the snow, you made your way back, taking off your coat and snow-covered boots once inside and changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that said 'Let Me Have My Coffee First.' It had been a gift from Berwald, and while it was too big to wear out, you found that it made the perfect sleep-shirt.
You contemplated what to make as you looked through the fridge and cabinets. Having found milk, heavy cream, and chocolate, you decided that hot chocolate was a good option.
Just as you grabbed a medium pot that was hanging, you heard the back door open, letting in a small gust from outside.
You peeked out from the corner of the kitchen to look at the man who'd just come in.
It was a little comical.
There he was; coat, pants, and boots all caked in snow, and a large arm-full of chopped logs in his hold. His hair and eyelashes still had snow stuck to them too, reminding you that you should’ve brought him his hat too.
You smiled a little before returning to the kitchen, hearing the blonde setting down the wood in the metal firewood holder next to the fireplace in the living room.
"I'm done with the firewood." the man stated aloud in his usual monotone and heading upstairs, likely to change out of his current clothes and into something more comfortable.
"Ok! Just starting on the hot cocoa!" you called from the kitchen, pouring the milk and heavy cream into the pot as you put the heat to medium-low.
After a bit, you heard Berwald come back down the stairs and head into the living room. You heard him opening the flue of the chimney and putting logs into the fireplace as well as the sound of him striking a match.
You smiled at the thought of a nice warm fire to sit by.
You continued to smile as you absentmindedly stirred the milk and cream, making sure the mixture didn't scorch.
After a few minutes of stirring and then adding the chocolate and a bit of cocoa powder to undercut the sweetness, you finally turned the stove off and went to grab two mugs from the cupboard.
Unfortunately, the mugs were on the top shelf and you couldn't quite reach them, though it wasn't without trying.
Suddenly, there was a toned chest pressed against your back and a muscular arm steadied on the counter to the your right while the other reached up and easily grabbed both the handles of the mugs you were hoping to get.
"Here you go." Berwald said, backing up to hand you the cups and look into your eyes as you turned around to face him.
You had to suppress the blush that wanted to creep onto your cheeks from the blonde's close proximity. He wore a pair of black sweatpants that seemed to hang off his hips, and a grey t-shirt that hugged his form just enough that you could make out the faint outlines of his muscular figure.
"Thank you." you said as calmly as you could, turning back to the stove with the mugs.
"No problem. I'll go get some blankets." the male stated, heading off towards the hallway closet.
You let out a small breath of relief before pouring the chocolatey contents of the pot into the two cups and adding some mini marshmallows from the pantry.
You walked into the warm, fire-lit living room with the two mugs in hand. Berwald opened up the large fuzzy blanket he'd grabbed and motioned for you to get under the covers. You carefully sat down next to him on the couch, offering him the mug that said "Viking Life" on it.
The icy-blue-eyed man hummed in satisfaction once he took a sip of the hot beverage, a miniscule smile on his lips.
"It's good." he stated plainly.
"Thanks." you replied, scooting slightly closer.
"(Y/n)?" the man asked, turning toward you .
"Yeah?" you responded turning your head to face the man whom you'd slowly grown to love over the past year.
Just as you faced the blonde, he leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard. It wasn't forceful or needy, but it wasn't entirely chaste either. It felt like a kiss that you’d give your spouse as you left for work.
Your cheeks bloomed with a red that would’ve put the Danish flag the shame.
“W-Wha-” you began, before being cut off.
"Jag älskar dig. I want you to marry me." Berwald said without a hint of hesitation or jest.
Your eyes widened as you took in that information. After a few moments however, you began to laugh.
"Is something funny?" Berwald asked, genuinely confused.
You sighed. "Ber, you can't just say you want to marry me when we haven't even dated." you explained.
"Do you love me?" the blonde asked, still straight-faced and no sign of being nervous.
You blushed at the question, but shyly nodded.
"Do you not want to marry me?" he followed up.
The blush on your cheeks only reddened.
"I never said that." you replied.
"Then what is the problem?" the Swede inquired, seeming not to understand the issue.
"Berwald, we haven't dated or even had any kind of romantic relationship. Wouldn't you say that it's a bit too early for us to get married?" you asked.
The Nordic man pondered your words for a moment. He’d loved you for a long time, and from your reaction to his kiss and your answers to his questions, you felt the same.
"No, I don't. We have lived together for over a year and we've known each other for a lot longer. I love you and you love me, so I don't see any problem." the man stated, as though he wasn't talking about one of the biggest decisions of a person's life.
"I-I, b-but...umm.." you stammered, trying to think up a rebuttal to that statement.
"Well, y-you don't even have a ring for me, so-" you started.
But you were promptly cut off by the man before you fishing into his pajama pants pocket and pulling out a little velvet box. He opened the lid to reveal a modest but beautiful silver ring with a small icy-blue gem in the center.
Your jaw dropped at the realization that he was completely serious about this.
"Will you marry me?" Berwald asks, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.
You sighed with a chuckle. There was just no convincing him, was there?
"I will." you answered with a smile, kissing the man’s chocolate-flavored lips as he put the ring on your finger.
-THE END-
A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a while! I swear I’m not dead! Just been low on motivation and inspiration. This took A LOT of rewriting, as I wrote this many years ago back when I was in high school. I’d say about half of this is rewritten or completely new additions to the original draft.
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed!
Translations
* Tack - Thank you
* Jag älskar dig - I love you
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Headcannons for the New Side Characters!
Context: Spending Valentines with the New Side Characters. (Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles.)
Theme: Fluff, Valentines Special.
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Imagine spending Valentine’s with Thirteen:
Thirteen thinks of an idea for Valentines, blood inspired matching things!
It’s perfect for her spooky self and of course you go along with it because you absolutely would do anything for her!
So you guys decide to buy small vials that could be hanged as well as buying a chain for it!
Arriving back at the place she’s staying at for the exchange program, you guys get started!
She finds a sharp pin, disinfecting it, and assuring you it will only be a pinch.
She pricks both her’s and your finger, the blood dripping inside the vial until it finally fills it up.
After that before the small prickle could dry up, you guys begin to stamp your bloody fingerprints on vintage paper, overlapping them, essentially making a heart!
Each of you has your own individual copy and she puts cute bandaids on your hand, including her’s that she got from Luke!
Did I mention she absolutely has the most fluffiest and comfiest skull printed blanket, as well as treats she got from Luke that you two share while watching sappy romance movies?!
“There!” She finishes placing the cute bandaid on your finger. She kisses the area making a high pitched “Muah!” noise. You place the blood vial necklaces around each other's necks, giving eachother multiple pecks and tiny kisses. In the end, you both just end up laughing at each other, in each other's embrace, swaying in her room. “Okay! I’ll go pick the sappiest romance flick we can watch on hellflix! Can you grab the treats Luke made for us on top of the table?” You nod, getting ready for an extreme cuddle pile, probably not being able to finish the movie and falling asleep on one another.
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Imagine spending Valentines with Raphael:
You both were discussing what you two were going to do for Valentines! Something you both can enjoy together y’know!
You two went on your D.D.Ds to look for ideas until he came across one that caught his eye.
It was a jar full of folded paper that had different colourations for different things such as Pink for reason why he loves you, Blue for quotes/lyrics, Green for coupley things you guys must do, and White for cute things/habits you do.
You think the idea’s neat so you go along with it!
Oddly enough though, you guys don’t open it on valentines, rather at the end of the month.
And so you guys are chilling in Raphael’s bed, all cosy, taking turns, unfolding the paper in front of the other, and spilling its contents! With the lights a dimmed orange/yellowish hue, and calming violin music in the background!
After you guys are done saying what each folded paper says, you exchange the jars and can read it whenever!
“I love you for your amazing smile and personality. You’re able to shine brightly even in the worst scenarios.” Raphael confesses, giving a gentle smile. You blush at that, closing your eyes, and picking a coloured paper in your jar. You unfold the blue paper, reading. “I can’t stop staring into your ocean blue eyes, your ocean blue eyes~” You recited the lyric with its beat. He goes to pull another piece of paper but realises that he has finished his jar. You look over to yours as well, empty. You guys laugh it off deciding to just cuddle with each other and talk, listening to the beautiful music in the background!
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Imagine spending Valentines with Mephistopheles:
You actually came up with the idea, proposing it to him! Which he agrees!~
You guys write as many love letters as you can before Valentine’s day.
Making it as vintage and sophisticated looking as you guys can! So I’m talking about vintage brown paper, wax seals, perfume, kiss marks, etc!
You end up writing around 5-10 letters and Mephistopheles… Let’s say too much to count.You bet he’s super proud of his letter pile and presents/recites it with confidence!
All that confidence soon leaves him, once you start to recite your letters for him, making him speechless and flustered. In the end, he ends up being a stuttering piece of work!
Of course with every letter you guys read to each other, you have to kiss the said letter!
Oh! And I can’t forget he takes you out to a fancy dinner!! Do I have to remind you he’s noble and almost as rich as Diavolo?!
You finish reading your letter addressed to him, making him blush. “W-well, that was a lovely letter, dear…” Mephistopheles compliments, taking the paper from you, putting purple lipstick and kissing it. You two slowly finish your letter pile. At the end, he comes over to your side, going down on a knee, taking your hand, and placing a gentle kiss on top of your hand. “I invite you to have dinner with me at 8 o'clock sharp. Don’t be late.” His stern voice falters but remains. “I’ll pick you up.”
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my live reaction seeing sel in my notifs <3333 giggling and kicking my feet reading through ur thoughts <3333333 sel pls i know ive said it already but i would move mountains for u. just say the word!!
wahhh i wish i could go thru all of ur comments and thank u vigorously for every single one bc they all made me smile so wide!!! bUT if i did then this would turn out super long…. so ill just mention a couple
but gosh sel i am just. so so happy that u liked this fic!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 the banter and the dynamic and everything… this is def the fluffiest gojo piece ive written LMAO so im so relieved that u enjoyed it!!! sometimes its just so fun to write this kind of self-indulgent gojo who simps for his partner w/o complications <33 hes soooo babyboy ur absolutely right T_T
AND YES READER DOESSSS LOVE HIM <333 usually i think i make my readers more calm n protective n gentle when it comes to satoru but!! theres just smth sooooo endearing abt a reader whos a lil bit of a tsundere <33 all grumpy and annoyed but when he coos and hugs them they just melt <333 i think its esp fitting for a fluffy au like this where gojo isnt as closed off!! where he feels more comfortable to just baby the hell out of them. hes the greatest simp in the universe and ohhhh i love them so <33
AND SEL when u say he’s annoyingly endearing. “the kind that wiggles into ur blanket even when there's no space” SOOO TRUE i cried. hes a tiny puppy who follows u around until u start to love him!!! he just Cant be resisted.
AND HIM FALLING TO THE FLOOR im so glad u found that funny… NO BC I REALLY DO THINK….. that if u push him enough (read: act cute enough)……… he just. dies. some part of him just Shuts Off. crumbles into a pile of mush. he is such a WEAK man when it comes to love i just know it
tumblr user shotorus found passed out at gojo satoru saying "cutie."
^ BAHDBAHSB NO SEL DONT LEAVE US LIKE THIS 💔💔💔 so UNBELIEVABLY real though the way i would simply evaporate.
THANK YOU SOOO MUCH as always!!!! i love u my sweet sel!!!!!! currently writing out my essay on col 2 PDHHDS im so excited to get all my thoughts on it out!!! and i hope reading thru em will make u even a tiny bit as happy as ur rbs make me <33333
the things you do for love ; satoru gojo
synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.
word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), he’s ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify that…), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3
a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my drafts…. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress
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”— no.”
the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.
but despite all that, satoru just won’t back down.
”come on, baby, please?” he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. ”i already bought it and everything!”
”i don’t care,” you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes it’ll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. ”i’m not wearing it. you shouldn’t have bought it, in the first place.”
”but sweetheart,” he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. ”it’s so cute. you’ll look so adorable.”
”not happening.”
”but ���”
”— no. i’m seriously not wearing it, satoru.”
and it’s harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but that’s your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesn’t stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoru’s posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him.
but giving in just isn’t an option, this time.
under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so — but when he’s being so stubborn about something, there’s usually a good reason for it, even if it’s just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, it’ll do.
(his happiness is your priority, after all.)
but in this case, there’s just no way. absolutely no way in hell.
he’s still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks it’ll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesn’t. it does the complete opposite, in fact.
”but angel,” he tries, again. you wonder if he’s eventually going to run out of petnames, or if he’ll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. ”don’t you wanna see how it’ll look on you?”
a sharp scoff flows from your lips.
he can’t be serious.
you really, really, really don’t. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. you’d rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. you’d rather sit on satoru’s lap in a room full of other people. you’d rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.
— it’s so frilly.
you almost couldn’t believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice.
it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, so you didn’t think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to — and usually, it’d be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week.
every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.
from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.
(this made me think of you. i want you to have it.
i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)
a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him.
buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep — but deep down you know it’s more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.
(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesn’t think he’s very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows you’d like; so that’ll have to do, for now.)
which is why you couldn’t help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldn’t help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldn’t help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package —
to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.
— and then your mind screeched to a halt.
the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isn’t it cute? god, you’re going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but —
you weren’t really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit.
if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. you’re sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards.
but no — he wanted you to wear it.
and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so it’s no surprise, but it’s still enough to irk you.
”satoru, for real. no! i’m not wearing it!”
”but you’d look so good,” he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like it’ll burn if you touch it.
”i don’t care! it’s a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?”
sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes — an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and he’s definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.
the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.
a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. he’s so annoying. you’re growing more and more flustered by the minute, too.
”— because you love me?”
satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face — as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.
and ah, you think, there we go. satoru’s classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if he’s some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly.
valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. ”that won’t work on me.”
”aww, come on,” he almost coos, inching closer still. ”don’t you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lil’ mochi?”
(he’s getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if that’d change anything. they’re so cheesy it makes you recoil.)
”obviously.” you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoru’s lips curl up, anyway. ”i’m still not wearing it, though. sorry.”
satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated — dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble —
until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.
”please, baby — i’m begging you,” he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.
”don’t grovel.” a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what you’re almost sure is an incoming headache.
and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak —
but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.
satoru’s eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. he’s far too skilled at it for his own good, though — maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing he’s got going on.
and you’re weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer.
”satoru,” you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. ”really. i’m sorry i wasted your money, but it’s just… not happening. okay?”
attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping it’ll be enough to make him falter even slightly.
it isn’t, of course; if anything, his determination only grows.
”even just for a short while?” he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. ”just an hour or so! then i’ll be satisfied.”
”an hour? no way!” you scoff.
and this time, you don’t miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises — something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.
”so it’s fine if it’s less?” he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. ”half an hour. that’s as low as i’ll go.”
”oh my god.” an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. ”satoru. toru. no. i’m not wearing it at all. this isn’t an auction.”
”but it could be,” he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. ”c’mon. why are you getting so shy? guess what — i’ll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.”
oh, he’s just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his — but you can’t.
not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when he’s acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love.
another sigh. you’re a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. ”i’m not shy,” you huff. ”i just don’t want to. it won’t look good on me, anyway.”
satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. ”huh? of course it will. why wouldn’t it?”
a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. ”it’s just… tacky,” you settle on. ”it’ll look weird.”
”it won’t! you’ll look so cute!”
another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. ”and how do you know that?”
satoru's answer is instantaneous. ”you always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,” he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. ”when i saw it, i knew it’d look adorable on you. and i’m never wrong!”
a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but it’s there. and satoru’s seen it, finally — the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if he’s smart about it.
”i just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?” he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. ”then i’ll never ask you for anything again. promise!”
”okay, that’s a lie and we both know it.”
the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.
”yeah, yeah… but i mean it! i won’t bother you if you just wear it once. just once!” he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. ”just wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. won’t you indulge me, oh my dearest?”
he’s grinning, now, all soft and teasing. it’s more breathtaking than he’ll ever understand. he’ll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this — when there’s no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when it’s just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.
(even if you don’t.)
and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all.
and it’s embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someone’s finger — to find that you don’t even really mind. being wrapped around satoru’s finger isn’t so awful, all things considered. it’s a scary thought, for sure, but he’d never abuse the privilege. probably.
— a sigh.
you still don’t want to wear it. you really don’t. it’s just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant.
… but if it’ll get him to stop nagging you like this…
and if it’s just for a short while…
silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.
”fifteen minutes. then you’re —”
”ten minutes,” you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted — resigned to your fate.
and satoru doesn’t even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. ”perfect,” he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.
”— but seriously. i’m only wearing it once. never again,” you tilt your head. ”got it?” satoru just nods, happily, so excited he’s practically jumping up and down — and despite everything, you still can’t find it in you to be angry.
he looks so earnestly giddy.
eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. you’re surprised he didn’t invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.
(you decide not to comment on it, knowing he’d have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)
”need my help putting it on?” he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours — and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.
”oh, shut up,” you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.
a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. it’s not that bad, but…
”it’s kinda ugly,” you lie, decisively.
”really? i think it’s cute, though.”
”yeah, ’cause you have no taste.” a click of your tongue. ”what’s so great about maid outfits, anyway? i don’t see the appeal.”
satoru smiles. carefree, amused — still very much teasing. ”well, we’re about to find out,” he chirps.
you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. ”fine — but only ten minutes. at most.” a pause, as you stop to think. what else? ”oh, and no taking pictures.”
”— i’m taking pictures.”
…
the exasperated look you send his way doesn’t seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know you’re not winning this one either.
”… fine,” you sigh. ”but — not too many, okay? and you aren’t allowed to show anyone, either.”
”of course not,” he scoffs, almost offended. ”as if i’d let anyone else see you like that.”
stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.
”rest assured, baby,” he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. ”this stays between us. i swear on my honour.”
you snort. ”like you’ve got any of that.”
”mean. anyway — c’mon. i can’t wait any longer.” before you can think to protest, he’s ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.
(what have you gotten yourself into?)
with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. ”just this once. then you’re selling it. or burning it.”
”yes, yes — you have my word,” he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. ”go on, i’m waiting!”
”yeah, yeah…”
the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms — you gaze down at it with pure contempt. it’s not like you have a choice, though. satoru won’t let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.
(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)
and it’s almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings.
it’s a perfect fit.
a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion — did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didn’t think much of it. over the years, you’ve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.
after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow — to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit.
and you can’t help but exhale, a little exasperated.
it’s so… frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems… everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves.
and as much as you loath to admit it — it is kind of cute.
still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re only embarrassing yourself. it’s hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror — and you just so happen to be wearing it.
(what the hell are you even doing?)
a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoru’s about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?
(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?)
”i’m still waiting!” a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.
”just —” you croak out, words a little strangled. ”just… give me a minute.”
satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. ”but i’ve been waiting so long already!” he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.
(all he can think of is you, you, you.)
curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat — but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just won’t go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.
you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.
when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you can’t quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.
”… i don’t want to.”
satoru pauses.
he can picture you, in his mind’s eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat — but he knows it’s still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.
”come on, angel,” he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. ”don’t be embarrassed.”
you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. ”just come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you won’t have to think of it again.”
a moment passes.
”… do i have to?”
the corners of his lips curl up.
ah, you’re so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way you’re still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. ”yes, you do,” he coos. ”be good f' me and come on out, okay?”
a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoru’s soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.
until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.
it’s slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so — pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoru’s presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.
(satoru’s breath hitches in his throat.)
there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. they’re dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt — short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together.
and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.
after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what you’ll see. ”i don’t think it suits me,” is muttered, a tiny huff. ”… and i still don’t see the appeal, by the way.”
— but satoru doesn’t answer.
he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way you’re wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.
the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it — until it’s just too much to bear.
(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesn’t it? that’s to be expected.
still, you can’t help but feel just slightly dejected.)
”… why aren’t you saying anything?”
the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesn’t hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face — and realize that he isn’t just keeping quiet.
he’s completely stunned.
no matter how hard you stare, you can’t seem to get a good read on his expression. he’s just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you — but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck.
and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.
crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms — but you can hear it clear as day.
”hold on, just… give me a minute…” he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy.
upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes weren’t deceiving you — there really is a red hue to his neck, one you aren’t used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart can’t help but flutter.
— he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.
it’s a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they don’t come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.
god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.
crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until it’s all he can hear — he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal.
even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. he’s pleasantly surprised that he’s managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.
and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears.
yeah, you think, there’s no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. it’s not a side of him you get to see very often, so you can’t help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.
he’s so cute.
(and maybe, just maybe — it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)
so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. he’s still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.
and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft — and just a little bit dejected.
”… you’re the one who wanted me to wear it,” your lips curl down into a pout, ”and now you won’t even look at me?”
satoru stiffens.
(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)
slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you — blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like he’s dragging heavy weights off his body. like it’s a struggle.
with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration.
satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face he’s grown to love so much.
a moment passes. then two.
then, he practically pounces on you — engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.
”you’re killing me,” he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like he’s a puppy with a chew toy. ”you’re so, so, so cute. d’you want me to have a heart attack?”
a hitch of your breath. that’s all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look.
a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else — as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if that’s where you belong.
all you can do is indulge him. maybe you’re spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesn’t even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.
evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression.
”so adorable,” he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. ”my little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.”
squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear.
a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. ”can't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.”
”your pocket?” a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.
”my pocket,” he hums, approvingly. ”you’re just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i don’t lose you.”
a huff, lighthearted.
suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens — and you’re hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if you’re made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.
your heart flutters.
satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet.
”alright,” he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. ”do a twirl for me.”
a humoured scoff. ”hell no.”
”aw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.”
before you know it, satoru’s got his phone out — and it’s aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, you’re fairly certain he’s already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.
”c’mon, c’mon,” he coos. ”give me a smile, pretty.”
a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesn’t really work. ”i’m good.”
satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling he’s forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.
(he looks like he’s having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)
”god. you’re way too cute for your own good, you know that?” he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all.
it’s a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.
”you’re a sap,” is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips.
”and you’re adorable,” satoru grins.
then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.
his fingers curl around yours, softly — and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. they’re warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin.
(as if he’s whispering psalms under his breath. as if he’s worshipping you.)
then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crow’s feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his — youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.
his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin.
”one tiny twirl?” he asks, politely.
he’s so annoying.
(but you’re far too in love to say no.)
so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.
satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.
when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoru’s lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back — eyes almost overflowing with affection.
”cutie.”
you blink.
averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoru’s smile grow further.
”okay, okay. you’ve had your fun.” you clear your throat. ”time’s up.”
suddenly, satoru’s eyes fill with something akin to dread — nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ”noooo,” he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. ”just a little more? please? pretty please?”
”nope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.”
”can’t i have an extension? since i’m your favorite?” satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they don’t work as well as he’d hoped.
”nope,” you repeat, popping the p. ”sorry.” another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile.
”and then we’re burning it.”
”noooo!”
”sorry, but it’s gotta go.” you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.
”but then you can’t wear it anymore, baby…”
”that’s kinda the point, toru.”
”but you’re so cute in it,” he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. ”it’d be such a waste if you never wore it again, don’tcha think?”
he’s trying his best, you can tell — attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, you’re done indulging him.
”well, too bad.” nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. ”i said i’d never wear it again, and i meant it.”
a moment passes. maybe it’s the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you aren’t budging — whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. ”fineee,” he drawls. ”i’ll just buy you a new one.”
”i won’t wear it. i’ll just get angry.”
”at lil’ old me? really?”
”really really,” you click your tongue. ”if you love maid outfits so much, why don’t you wear one yourself?” a beat. ”it’d look good on you.”
satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. ”oh?” he purrs. ”you wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.”
a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. ”well, it’s only fair, right?” grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. ”i think you’d pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.”
a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.
”hmm… well, i’ll consider it.” just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. ”you gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!”
”that makes no sense,” you huff, with a raise of your brow. ”i’ve already worn it once, so next time, it’s gotta be all you.”
”sorry, baby, but you need to do it too.” he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. ”i’m too shy to do it by myself.”
and you really, really wish you could be angry with him — but it’s just impossible.
satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.
in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there.
eventually, satoru does — begrudgingly — let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.
satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful —
and yours, wholly and thoroughly.
(while you’re busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, lace…
what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)
#sending u the nicest vibes always and forever!!!! 💐💐☁️☁️🍦🍦☀️☀️💐💐🌻🌻#this reader/character pairing in particular is sooo special to me sel… so happy u liked them :’3#theyre so down bad its embarrassing
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so happy that requests are open again, yay!! :D
i have no idea if I already requested this (i am forgetful, sorry xD) but tf2 mercs with a cat owner s/o who has the friendliest, fluffiest and cutest cat? or even has multiple cute, fluffy friendly cats x3
You didn't and I got this!
Mercs with cat owner s/o
Scout
As soon as he sees them ge tries to pet them but they end up biting him
He's absolutely devastated so you have to tell him not to RUN directly at them
One day you come home from work and he's sitting on the floor with cats all over him and he's never looked so happy
He has his own personal nicknames for them and talks about how technically he's a dad
You don't have the heart to correct him it's too cute
Soldier
Tries to bring Lieutenant Bites to meet them
It doesn't work out well
He's pretty sad about that but he guesses he can make time for both of them
You leave him alone with them for a couple of minutes and you come back to find out he's trained them to sit, play dead, and shake
No one knows how but Soldier trained cats
He loves all of them and he loves to cuddle with you and them because it's extra warmth
Demoman
He loves to just kinda vibe with them
He'll very much just sit with them and chill like he's a cat
Sometimes you'll come home and he'll be dead asleep and covered in cats
It's an adorable site and it gets better when you realize he left an open spot next to him for you
Demo considers the cats to be his own children and he will spoil them no matter what you tell him
Pyro
They love cats so. much.
You don't even know
They'll make blankey forts for you and your cats
They loves it when you read to them and they have one of your cats cuddled in their arms
It's a very comforting warmth and when you're not home he'll turn to your cats for comfort unt your back
This leads to some very cute sites when you get home
Including Pyro curled in a ball by the door with several cats around them and on top of them.
Heavy
Like Demo he's very chill with your cats
He enjoys vibing with them
Its a nice time.to be cuddled on the couch with you and your cats
It's a nice calm compared to the chaos of the mercs base
He also enjoys trying to teach them tricks and rewarding them with treats
He doesn't teach them as fast as Solider but after a couple weeks he's got it down
Engineer
He's definitely a cat person
He doesn't mind being covered in fur and he thinks it's a sign of love from the cats
He enjoys having them in his lab while he's working
It brings a little more life to the place in his opinion
He's one of the best people to have babysit your cats when your out
He loves them and they love him
But don't worry he loves you more
Medic
He was worried that your cats and his birds wouldn't get along
Cue Medic and you walking in to Archemides sitting on one of your cats heads
That was a pleasant surprise and a much needed stress reliever for Medic
Most cuddle sessions end up with you two stuck in a pile of fur and feathers
You two aren't complaining
Sniper
He and the cats have a mutal respect
Sometimes he'll fall asleep with one of the cats on his arms but that's a rare occurrence in and of itself
He does prefer cats over dogs but he prefers you over cats
He will cat sit if you need him to but he won't if he doesn't have to
Sometimes though when your gone he'll go and cuddle with your cats to make up for the loneliness
Spy
When they hiss he hisses back
He does not want cat hair on his clothes
One time you asked him to watch them and the entire time it was him sitting in a chair staring at them while they sat on the couch staring at him
Eventually him and the cats develop a mutual respect and agree to leave each other alone
Whenever you two are hanging out he'll make it know to the cats that they aren't welcome
You try to have them get along but it never works
I am very much a cat person🥰
#tf2 x reader#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 spy x reader#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 pyro x reader
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Puppy Love <3
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characters: Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin, reader
word count: ~2000
warnings: brief mention of abandoned pets but they are safe and sound in the fic itself no worries, it's all the fluffiest fluff ^~^
a/n: Happy Holidays @galaxybambamm - whichever you celebrate - 'tis me, your secret santa (Admin S, @starchild--27) ^-^ ❄️✨
I hope you are well and that you have a good time for the last couple of days of the year (and hopefully also with the little scenario i came up with :D)
this is my gift for this year's EXO-L Secret Santa event, which was wonderfully hosted by @exols-silver-christmas. Thank you so much for your dedication and hard work, once again I had a really good time participating and I hope we'll see each other again for round 4 next year ♡
Happy holidays to everyone who reads this, I hope December treats you kindly and that the new year starts all smoothly 💕✨
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If someone asked you what your favorite thing during the Christmas holidays was, you never had to think long and hard about it. Sure, spending time with your loved-ones, not having your boss breathing down your neck everyday and the magic of the snowy scenery were all aspects you greatly appreciated but there was one thing you loved most: having time for volunteering at the local animal shelter.
When you were still in school, helping out with going on walks, grocery runs or simply enjoying playtime with the cute pets were your most-beloved hobbies, but after graduation, life just got too busy, so you could only visit maybe once or twice a month. Like that, the days around Christmas and before New Year's have been reserved for the shelter ever since.
You could hear the yipping, whining and high-pitched barking of the puppies from outside already as you approached the main entrance of the old building that housed the shelter, and the mere sound made your heart skip two or three beats. You couldn’t wait for the tiny creatures to finally nag on the seam of your pants, eager to play around with you or to receive affectionate caresses.
With your lips stretching into a content smile you gave the entrance door a firm tug so you could slip from the chilling cold of winter into the welcoming warmth of the hallway. Quickly you shed your jacket with its last reminders of the snow outside, hanging it on the rack that was already carrying three more jackets. You wanted it to dry at least a little before you would put it on again.
You let your eyes wander through the hall. Most of the doors were closed, like the ones which hid nursing and play rooms for puppies, kitties and occasionally bunnies, as well as a small medical station for emergencies and minor injuries that didn’t require a vet right away. Only the doors that led to the office and storage rooms had been left open, probably in a hurry. The last time you’d visited the shelter, everyone was going crazy over a cat that went missing on the day it was supposed to be adopted - turned out someone had forgotten to close the doors for a short moment, one long enough for the cat to follow its curiosity over the threshold of the playroom only to be found asleep on a pile of documents in the rather messy office.
The sound of voices and the shuffle of steps from behind one of the closed doors shifted your attention away from your memories and towards the door which led to the great playroom where both puppies and kitties were running free to explore once they were old enough to do so safely. You didn’t quite understand how it was possible for you to smile even wider but the familiar sounds of a frustrated, very human whine and an infectious laugh somehow managed to have exactly that effect on you.
With fast steps you approached the door, pushing it open carefully so none of the animals could weasel its way out while you were entering. The scene that presented itself in front of you was equally familiar to you as everything else in the shelter: there was Chanyeol, a little ball of white-brown fur curled up in his lap, as he desperately tried and tragically failed to hide dog treats from a certain energetic, black toy poodle. And there was Jongin, who sat next to his friend, laughing at his misery while running gentle fingers through the light fur of two more puppies that had curled up on the younger’s legs.
“Hey there, guys!” you greeted them happily, “And hello to you little ones too.” You crouched down to pet the small army of kittens that had assembled at your feet. A lot of them were still quite young, too young for being adopted and too young for you to know them from previous visits.
“Hey there yourself- Okay, okay. Here, Toben. Take the treats, it’s pointless to train you when you refuse to listen” Chanyeol pouted at the poodle and resignedly let the dog have its way, sort of forgetting to finish greeting you but you didn’t mind at all - the two of you had been friends for a couple of years now after all, always trying to visit the shelter together since you’d discovered your mutual love for animals. You were used to Chanyeol’s antics, the way he’s been trying to get into Toben’s good graces since his family had adopted the dog a few years ago from the very shelter both of you were volunteering in your free time. Soon enough, Jongin had joined your trio with endless adoration for puppies and a natural knack for dealing with dogs of any age or breed. Jongin, who interrupted fondling the baby dogs in his lap to wave at you with a happy smile before he turned to Chanyeol with the words “You know, maybe he would listen better if you didn’t always reward his lack of obedience.”
But his friend didn’t seem to want to see reason, only huffing loudly through his nose, expressing his frustration as he handed Jongin the box with treats, challenging him to try to get the playful poodle to listen. Of course, Toben lost interest in Chanyeol the moment he had handed the treats over, now jumping and running around Jongin, who held up a treat out of the small dog’s reach and said with a stern tone “Sit!”
Toben stopped in his wild racing and sat down immediately, wagging his tail in eager anticipation.
“I hate this dog,” Chanyeol said dryly with no bite or seriousness in his voice, and tended to the napping fluffball in his lap instead.
Giggling at the scene that had just played out, you made your way to the center of the room where your two friends were sitting and joined them on the ground, only to instantly be jumped by Toben who was hoping to get himself yet another treat if he behaved cutely (or rudely) enough. Instead, you pulled out a squeaky toy you had grabbed from a box in the hallway and carefully tossed it a little further away from your group - you didn’t want to hit one of the babies but also thought Toben could entertain himself for a little while so you had the chance to catch up with Chanyeol and Jongin and the little puppies in their laps, that you hadn’t seen around before.
“And who might these little guys be?” you cooed as you watched one of the puppies on Jongin’s leg wake up from its slumber, yawning and stretching out its little paws in the sweetest of ways.
“They came here, I think, two or three weeks ago. Three new puppies and their mom. Junmyeon said, someone found them abandoned at a rest area near the highway and brought them over. But they are recovering very well so far” Jongin explained calmly as he re-adjusted the now awake puppy, wanting to prevent it from falling off his leg.
Maybe you should be more used to such stories - you’ve been working with rescue cases for a long time now after all - but hearing about abandoned pets, especially puppies and especially during the colder seasons, always had your stomach dropping, your heart breaking a little every time. You had never understood how people could just drop off their pets out in the cold if they didn’t want or couldn’t afford taking care of them anymore, why they couldn’t just bring them to a shelter - that’s where the animals would end up anyway. But there was no use in getting all too angry over that, you thought to yourself as you watched the ball of light brown fur slide down Jongin’s leg after all and waddle towards you in healthy curiosity. You were here to help caring for the innocent creatures now, supporting a place that was dedicated to find them a new home - that thought never failed to bring you comfort.
“I know, it’s sad but look at the bright side,” Jongin nudged you in the side, lifting your gaze from the puppy sniffing at your shoelaces, “Chanyeol is totally in love with the little one in his lap already.”
“Yeah, there is no way I am not adopting her myself,” Chanyeol chimed in upon hearing his name. “Time for a dog that actually loves me.” And as if he had understood exactly what Chanyeol had said, Toben suddenly let out an upset bark and started running laps around his owner, who couldn’t help the dumb-founded expression on his face. Jongin and you exchanged meaningful looks at the irony of the situation. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that it was actually impossible for Toben’s behavior to be as calculated as it seemed.
The poodle’s shrill barking had woken up the two other puppies though, so the three of you decided that it was time to take out the little one’s for an outdoor playing session. Junmyeon, who managed the shelter over the holidays and was probably bored out of his mind sorting documents in the office, had already prepared three tiny harnesses for them, complete with soft cotton applications that would provide some protection from the cold for the little rascals. You picked up the puppy that had played with your shoes before, another little girl as Chanyeol informed you, to get her ready for the outing.
“This little princess here,” Chanyeol scratched the puppy in his arm behind her ears, “is Zzar. You know, short for Mozart.” She snuggled even closer to him. It was so adorable you almost let out a puppy-like whining sound yourself. She really seemed to be especially fond of Chanyeol, the total opposite of Toben, who never missed an opportunity to tease your friend.
“The one you are handling right now doesn’t have an official name yet, but I've named her Brahms in my head,” Chanyeol explained as he watched you fastening the straps of the little harness, before he handed you one of the leashes.
“Of course you did,” you laughed. It would have been more surprising if he didn’t continue with naming pets after composers.
“The third one is Debussy” Chanyeol finished off his naming process, sending a cheeky grin towards Jongin.
“Don’t worry, I won’t ever call you that,” Jongin only half-whispered into his puppy’s ears, obviously with the intention of teasing Chanyeol who threw a fake punch in return - you couldn’t help chuckling at the typical habits and antics they displayed.
Something mischievous was flashing in Jongin’s eyes but before the situation could escalate into friendly but nonetheless petty bickering you loudly cleared your throat and gestured towards the scurrying puppies with a nod of your head.
“I think these babies can’t wait for their outdoor adventure time anymore,” you decided with feigned seriousness as all three puppies were leashed and more than ready to go, so the three of you grabbed your jackets and stepped into the cold air.
Everything felt so comfortably familiar as the three of you ventured outside, along the path that led to a small playground for dogs not far from the shelter. So it didn’t surprise you when Jongin dropped the box with the dog treats, the snacks scattering all over the ground. Or how Chanyeol told you with big eyes that he couldn’t tell you now what Christmas gifts he bought for his dogs because “it’s supposed to be a surprise - I can’t tell you right in front of them”. Or the way all three of you broke into a laughing fit when one of the puppies got a little too over-excited in its playfulness and stumbled over its tiny legs.
That was how you knew, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, there were always things that would never ever change. ♡
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Sweater Weather
Asmodeus x reader
Flufftober Day 10- Sweaters
~With the Devildoms’ first chill, Asmodeus wants to ensure that you look just as cute bundled up.
The air of the Devildom packs a bit of a chill as you step outside that makes you shiver under the moon's light and wrap your arms around yourself. The thin sleeves of your blouse doing little to keep you warm.
You duck back inside to grab a jacket before you head out for the day. Once in your room, you scan the inside of your closet looking for anything that would be warm enough. But everything is either too lightweight or too bulky. Choosing the lighter jacket you slip it on and once again make your way outside.
Asmodeus waits that the front door for you so you can walk to RAD together. He is wearing the comfiest-looking sweater and has a soft rosy tint to his cheeks. He looks just as perfect as he always does, but when his peach-colored orbs meet yours he looks a bit concerned.
“Is that what you’re wearing? You're going to get cold,” he says pinching the thin sleeve of your jacket for effect.
“ Asmo, you know I don’t have a lot of Fall clothes down here.“ you whine.
“That won’t do at all,” he says with a hum biting down on the inside of his cheek in thought.
“I know, I am going to take you shopping. So you can look and feel your best,” he says excitedly. “I love getting to dress you up.”
“Asmo, you know I’m broke.” you huff thinking about your last impulse purchase when you were out with Mammon.
“Which is why,” he starts cupping your cheek lovingly “I’m going to treat you to a date today. You, My Darling, will be able to get anything your heart desires.”
His proximity flusters you and the heat in your cheeks makes it impossible to reject such an enticing offer. With a victorious grin, he takes your hand and leads you off toward Majolish so your spoiling can begin.
Even though you’re missing class, the idea of spending the day shopping with Asmodeus sounds heavenly. With enough pestering from you on the way downtown Asmo, texts Lucifer on your behalf saying that he was taking you for the day.
With the fear of punishment gone, you feel able to relax and watch in amazement as Asmo scanned each rack of clothes pulling out the things that complement your features for you to try on. He picks up things that you never would’ve even glanced at. He really has a gift.
The small mountain of sweaters in his arms keeps growing by the second and to save time he ushers you into the luxury dressing room.
“Here,” he says pushing the pile into your arms. “Try these on. I want to see how cute you look so you better show me everything.” He settles on the plush couch just outside of your room as a storeroom attendant gives him a flute of Demoneus.
Now in the privacy of your changing room, you take time to admire each sweater that he has that he picked out for you.
Some are simple and cozy looking and some are dangerously soft with intricate designs woven into them. With the forty or so options he has given you, you wonder how you are ever going to try them all on.
The first sweater you try on makes you feel like you are curled up in the fluffiest of blankets. Its warmth surrounds you and you never want to take it off.
Stepping out to show Asmo his eyes light up at the sight. “I can’t take it you just look so cute.”
“It’s super soft too,” you chirp holding out your sleeve for him to feel.
Instead, he takes your arm and pulls you in you a hug. “Mmmm, it really is soft, he whispers in your ear, I could stay here all day.”
“I’d like that,” you murmur as the soft peach smell of his shampoo invades your nose.
” We have to buy you this one,” he says with a smile. “So I can borrow it from you.”
“But I still have like forty more to try on Asmo.” you blink remembering the fluffy mountain behind the fitting room door.
Tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes he looks at you adoringly and places a soft kiss on your lips. “We’ll just have to get those too.”
When he looks at you like that, how can you refuse?
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YEOSANG!
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He has such a cute ganing set up AND he has decor AND he has lighting!!! The nice rgb PC being on the floor is a little gross but desk space I guess.
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This...
His bed is adjustable and he has the fluffiest bedding ever (more importantly it MATCHES). What is with guys and gray btw? Like its a wonderful base but you need an accent... you cant just have gray... someone send him red blankets or something.
The controllers directly above the bed are... a choice. The cords piled up in the corner are. Also a choice. The movable monitor is.... interesting.
Why are your curtains like that, Yeosang? Did your little gremlin hands claw them up so you could peek out? Could you not have just opened them? Yeosang please.
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He has shelf decorations! (Please seek help, Yeosang).
7/10
Okay I went hunting and I want to publish my thoughts on ateez's bedrooms (that we've seen) and then rank them.
Starting with Seonghwa:
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HES GOODEST BOY AND HES DOING GREAT. He has a style... minimalist. He has a color scheme... white/gray. He has decorations. He has lighting. ALL OF HIS FURNITURE MATCHES. HE HAS A COLLECTION! Seonghwa has never done anything wrong ever his room is beautiful. 11/10.
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Can I’m have lychee dragon cookie cream unicorn cookie and raspberry mousse cookie x reader who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with them all the time headcanons please
Yaaaas this was amazing, dude cute things and pastel colors are awesomeee
Just realized I kinda do the same thing but with guineapigs. I have so many guineapig themed clothes.
This is making me want to get a guineapig plushy now.
Lychee Dragon
~| Lychee is definitely intrigued by your whole style. They, generally, like pink (being the violet dragon and all), so they like it when you wear soft pink aesthetics and things. It’s like you’re wearing their color! Kinda… sorta… whatever, you still look cute in it.
~| Sometimes Lychee borrows your clothes. Just to try them on. They’d never go out in public with your clothes on, but they like to steal your shirts and wear them when they’re alone with you.
~| Lychee will absolutely obliterate anyone who so much as looks at you wrong- you definitely won’t have to worry about others negatively commenting on your style.
~| Lychee will go shopping with/for you all the time. They’ll pick out the fluffiest and brightest clothes they can find, drop them on the counter, say ‘I want them’ and get them for free from the shop as a thanks for not blowing it up. They love seeing your face when they bring you a pile of pastel fluffy clothing.
~| Lychee can manipulate others into giving you things. They have come home with multiple pink plushies they received for free due to their ‘charisma’.
~| They love to hold your hand, not just because of the smile on your face every time they do, but because your hands are just so darn soft. Their hands are scaled, Lychee being a dragon, so they’re not used to soft cookie hands. They’ve asked multiple times if you use lotion (and if they could borrow it).
~| Occasionally they come up behind you and scare you. They like to see you jump and/or yelp, and find it so funny. A lot of the times, they do it on accident as well- thinking you know they’re there when you don’t.
~| “Cute little bunny, how was your day today?” Lychee asked, and you held up your bunny plushy. “They’re doing good!” You said cheerily. Lychee gave a small chuckle. “Who said I was talking to the plushy?”
Cream Unicorn
~| Cream Unicorn completely understands you. They love how you dress, and the two of you are just so ✨aesthetic✨ and they love it.
~| You inspired Cream Unicorn to start carrying around a unicorn plushy of their own!
~| The bed is 100% filled with dozens of plushies, a contribution from both you and Cream Unicorn. The pillows would probably be those giant fluffy squishmallows.
~| They love how well you do around children, like you were practically born to play with them! A lot of the times you two will spend hours just running around the carnival and helping children win prizes from the games, occasionally playing a few yourselves and bringing a new plushy home.
~| Cream Unicorn gets you matching capes. They wear theirs at all times, and if you wear yours as well, they will be so happy and just randomly hug you every time they notice it.
~| They love to watch Disney and fairytale-like movies with you, and they give amazing snuggles. Don’t try to escape their cuddling during the movie either, it’s nearly impossible- either from them holding onto you or their sad face when you pull away from them.
Raspberry Mousse
~| As a knight, he was always raised to wear regal, elegant, and sturdy clothing. He has to keep his hands on his sword and his mind free from any distraction at all times.
~| The only distraction he can’t take his mind off of, though, is you. The way you dress, move, and talk; everything was just so foreign to him.
~| Raspberry Mousse is a bit uncomfortable with your style at first- he doesn’t know how you can go into public wearing such clothes- but soon, he grows to admire you.
~| You didn’t seem to care about what anyone thought, you were just being yourself. If anything, the knight is a little envious of how well you express yourself.
~| Very soon, he will be completely supporting your style and everything about you. He will immediately challenge anyone who dares to insult you to a duel, and most of the time the head knight completely obliterates them.
~| Raspberry Mousse will defend you though and through, and your little bunny plush. He takes very good care of them, washing them on the regular, stitching them up if they’re ever hurt, etc.
~| His favorite nickname for you is ‘Lapin’, as it means rabbit in French, and he calls you it quite often. He also uses ‘Mon Lapin’ a bit, and occasionally ‘La Mignonne’.
~| Mousse loves to have tea parties with you and your bunny. A lot of the times he’ll invite his cousin, Raspberry, to join, and you’ll have a nice little tea party.
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Pray give me thy fluffiest Zutara fics for a weary soul
i'm not entirely sure if you're asking for fics i wrote, or just fluffy fics i love in general, but i'll just give you both since i don't have that many published zk fics up at the moment!
my fics:
serendipity: a purely indulgent modern au about yoga student! zuko and yoga teacher! katara. there's some angst towards the end but it all ends happily and it's really just a shameless pile of fluff. this was also my first ever zk fic so i have a special place in my heart for it <3
the threads of home: written in response to all the "katara would lose her culture if she got with zuko!" antis, where katara grapples with how to blend traditions. the beginning is more a discussion of culture and home, but the ending is pure zk fluff.
my favourites:
my lord, this reminds me of when we were young by akaiiko: this is the cutest old! zk fic i've ever read and i adore it.
please (don't) meet me under the mistletoe by akaiiko: modern au! zuko meets katara while hiding from his ex girlfriend at a christmas party. one of my go to zk fluff fics!
a warm embrace by ewinkie: post TSR, zuko and katara can only fall asleep in each other's arms so they start sleeping in the same bed platonically, except the feelings they're having aren't quite so platonic. super duper cute.
sunshowers by taliax: following the final agni kai, katara finds a somewhat delirious zuko talking to the turtleducks about her. yes, it's just as sweet as you'd expect.
partners in learning by @evergreenonthehorizon: modern au with single parent! zuko and teacher! katara. there is some angst and minor character death, but overall it's just delightfully fluffy and soft.
i don't speak meow language by boogum: katara is turned into a cat, and zuko adopts her. i know it sounds whack but i promise you won't regret it if you give it a chance. featuring grumpy katara, soft zuko, and many forbidden feelings ;)
half past closing by damagectrl: modern teashop au with college student katara and tea shop worker zuko. need i say more?
your body made of matches by burnshoney: soft married zk on the morning after their wedding!
just improvise by boogum: when the gaang is found out at the ember island marketplace, they must pretend to be the ember island players. too bad the crowd is made up of zutara shippers who demand a re enactment of the crystal catacombs scene. what can zuko and katara do but comply?
awkward by @soopersara: before the comet, zuko tries to cheer katara up by showing her his baby pictures. classic awkward turtleduck zuko, super sweet and cute!
stone carvings by likesummerrainn: zuko plans a proposal but it doesn't quite go the way he expects.
always the bridesmaid by bluenebulae: zuko is katara's blind date to sukka's wedding! very soft and wholesome :)
i hope you enjoy these anon!
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Soni needs down time from all the stress, how?
She picks up all the softest Pokemon she can find and put them in a pile and just dives into it. I mean all the Wooloo, Eldegoss, Swablus and Altarias and maybe even Arcanines in there and just relaxes.
Soon enough more students join the pile and just destress.... Crewel is there way in the back of the pile not caring if he was spotted, he needs to destress too.
Lemme paint the scene for this because I think it's adorable and yes to all the cuddles and naps💖
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Soni was tired.
From the assignments to the Potion experiment gatherings to handling the Pokémon Farm to helping the dorms with Swanna problems for the past week to general Grim problems, it shouldn't be surprising that a breeze could knock her over and she'd be out like a light. For that reason alone, she called over Nimbus, her sweet Altaria who, bless the bird's kind soul, would let her lay on the soft fluffy clouds and rest whenever she asked.
"Nimbus, are you up to cuddle?" Soni had no shame in saying that. It wasn't like there was anyone else nearby.
"Taria!" Nimbus flapped her wings in excitement. Of course, let me get the others!
"I-" Soni stopped herself. She deserved it after handling the numerous tasks given to her by the "kind" bird-brained Headmaster. "Honestly, go for it. I don't mind. The more, the merrier."
Thus her Cottonees, her Eldegoss, and all the soft wild Pokemon that roamed the Night Raven College school grounds gathered to her. Soni looked at the crowd of fluffy and cute Pokemon and briefly wondered how they managed to get here so quickly before seeing Nimbus' carrying at least three of the smaller Pokemon on her back before landing right next to Soni, looking very proud.
"Ria!" I did it!
"That you did." Nimbus had always been a social one, but to have this many friends was staggering.
They all stared at her as they awaited the promised cuddles.
It made her heart squeeze at the cuteness. Thus, Soni sank into the floof, feeling her body unwind from all the stress that had built up from her work.
Soft, fluffy, this is so comfortable. She yawned, sinking further into the softness. Her brain became more muddled as she could feel her muscles relax. Soft, soft, fluffy...mmmm...
She fell asleep, a soft snore leaving her. The Cottonees and Eldegoss held up her head while the other Pokemon huddled closer to snuggle. That's why when Ace, Deuce, and Grim came back from detention with Professor Trein to see the literal mountain of fluffy Pokemon, they were thinking something happened.
"Ace, where's Prefect?" Deuce kept his voice low as to not startle the Pokemon who looked content with themselves. Happiny looked at the pile and her eyes sparkled.
"Happiny!" The little baby Pokemon ran over and curled up against a Cottonee with a content smile on her face. Cuddle party!
"My henchman's here," Grim sniffed the air, his ears perking up. "I think she's in the pile 'cause all those puffballs smell like her!"
"So teacher's pet decided to take a nap in the fluffiest Pokemon on campus, huh? She wouldn't wake up even if we blared something in her ears, so there's no point in trying." Regardless, Ace could hardly see her in the floof to try and pull her out. Not to mention how testy those cotton balls could be if they handled her too roughly. "Let's just go and join her!"
"Eh?!" Deuce looked at Ace heading over to the pile without a care in the world. "Wait a sec-!"
A Wooloo let out a soft bleat at the impact of Ace resting against it, but settled down once the redhead stopped moving. "Holy crap... they're really soft."
"Fnyah." Grim yawned as he curled up next to the small Swablu before cooking out. "Zzzzzz...."
Deuce was the last to give in as Happiny had already fallen asleep. Going next to Happiny, he settled down by the Eldegoss that watched over the Cottonees. Giving a nod to the Pokemon, Deuce slowly slid down and felt his nervousness be replaced by comfort. One of the Wooloo nearby snuggled into his side and nudged his hand.
Fluffy... was Deuce's first thought as he sank into the coziness of the cuddle pile.
He didn't fall asleep like Grim and he hadn't heard Ace in a while, so he assumed that the redhead fell asleep as well. Keeping an eye over Happiny as the little one had fallen asleep, he watched as one of the wild Arcanines made its way over to his side, giving him a look before laying beside him. The Pokemon radiated warmth, washing over Deuce as he settled himself against the fluff.
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When Riddle came to check up on the two Heartslabyul students who were supposedly at Ramshackle Dorm, he did not expect the giant pile of fluffy Pokemon nor the peaceful snores that came from them.
One of the wild Swablu noticed him and flew over to him, gently wiping away the dust on his clothes before going back to the pile with its beady black eyes staring at him still. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down against the body of another Wooloo who pushed him into the pile.
"Hey-!" Immediately his words were stopped in their place as his body relaxed against the fluff of the Pokemon.
It'd been a long time since he'd been able to relax and as he snuggled closer, it felt... different. It made him feel childish to do such a thing, but it was so comfortable that he couldn't move. Seeing the little familiar little Happiny snoozing away without a care, Riddle decided to take a moment to relax.
When Trey came around and saw him in the pile, the third year looked at them all before going inside Ramshackle and putting a blanket over the people he could see. Deuce, Ace, Happiny, and Grim shared one that was sewn together by Eldegoss' and Cottonees' threads as the fabric was soft and comfortable to the touch.
"I'll handle the Dorm matters," Trey mouthed to Riddle, waving his good-byes.
Riddle had never been more glad to have someone like Trey as his friend. Maybe Riddle could ask the Prefect if he could stop by to relax amongst the fluffy Pokemon later.
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When Jack stumbled across the cuddle pile, he was trying to find Soni because Swanna had stumbled in there again and was causing chaos.
Seeing the Pokemon huddled up together gave him a weird sense that the person he was looking for was there. However, given how the Arcanine was looking at him as if to dare wake any of them up, Jack knew that it would end with him getting toasted.
Instead, he decided to wait for them to wake up.
A soft yawn caught his ears, seeing the little Happiny who blinked its eyes from sleep.
Despite looking sweet and innocent, Jack knew better than to annoy the little Pokemon who could lift three people without a sweat as well as throw them all across the Magishift Field. Despite Soni calling it a baby Pokemon, no one wanted to get on the monster's bad side when it was so obviously favored by the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.
Was it normal for Pokemon babies to be so strong? He wondered to himself. What did Soni feed Happiny to get it that strong? I remember that it eats Berries and drinks milk...
That's why when Happiny pulled his pants' leg towards the pile, Jack followed the little one's instructions and sat down next to one of the fluffy Pokemon. He wasn't sure which one it was, but they were all very soft-looking.
That's why when Happiny settled against him before falling asleep again, Jack couldn't do anything but sigh before leaning back into the fluff.
That's why when Happiny grabbed his tail, Jack just let the little pink Pokemon hold it, ignoring the nostalgia over the action from when his younger siblings used to nap while holding his tail.
A giggle escaped Happiny as the soft swish of Jack's tail brushed against the Pokemon's cheek.
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Silver had no idea how or why he was in a pile of fluff, but it was certainly wonderful to sleep on. Granted, he wasn't sure what time it was, but the sun was still in the sky and no one had come for him yet, so surely it wasn't too late in the day.
Seeing the moving fluffy masses, he wondered if he fell asleep on the large cloud creature that the Prefect of Ramshackle owned again.
It was certainly a kind creature for allowing it to happen and never did it seem bothered by his bouts of sleepiness. If anything, the Pokemon was very social and kind, possibly considering him to be a friend.
The lull of sleep pulled him back, all of his worries fading away into fluff-filled dreams.
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When Divius Crewel came upon the pile of fluffy Pokemon gathered together, he already knew what happened. As he was contemplating his choices, the Arcanine, who had stayed awake and watched over all the sleeping students, motioned him over.
Crewel wasn't entirely sure what the pile meant, but it certainly looked quite comfortable if all of the students were asleep. Seeing it would be foolish to refuse, he sank into the side of the Arcanine, feeling the warmth of the Pokemon sink into him. The stress of having to handle the unruly mutts of Night Raven College grated on his nerves daily, but it was wonderful to take the time to enjoy what few could ever have beyond the school's gates.
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