#they deserve to be happy and cuddle

[laufxsons]

[Angel Kisses]

The best part of being an Angel in Aziraphale's humble opinion - apart from the blessing and being Good, of course - is that smooching your partner will leave visible evidence if done often enough. And Aziraphale (the bastard) is nothing but persistent when they've set their mind to it.

Crowley just grumbles something about his reputation, but they both know she absolutely loves those glowing freckles.

Details :]

[feeshu09]

SJ's first few nights with the Shen's, his new family, were... difficult to say the least. Unused to having warm meals, his short hair (it unfortunately had to be cut because it was too tangled and damaged), having a soft bed, feeling safe, was just too much.

His new didi tries to help him acclimate in his own way.

(more of my "happy beginnings au : first | next )

[ollieartie]

You partied too late again. Time to sleep, birthday boy.

[mag-lore]

Celebrimbor and Maeglin are such a good pairing, whether romantic or platonic. They're both nerds, smiths, and like to be underground. They're both black sheep of their families, Tyelpë for rejecting them and Maeglin for being half dark elf. They both have issues living in their fathers' shadow, and trying to choose what to honor and what to disavow. They've both been hurt terribly by the Dark Lords, one broke under this torment, and one resisted until the end. One is the traitor, one was betrayed.

They have so much potential together, so much angst, yes, but also the comfort they can find in their own shared experiences. They can understand each other in ways many other people cannot. They both need a shoulder to lean on and one to cry on, and I think they would fill that role perfectly for each other.

[c0smickidd0]

Ishimaru Kiyotaka with a cat…

the eepers

[angeart]

Please, let Scar make it home okay.

drawn for the alternative-DL rp with @sygni <3

--- (closeup of the sads) ---

[whale-bones]

sleepy itajun 💤

— closeups

[mintypsii]

they got cold . and eepy (click for quality 😭)

SHE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND HUGS AND CUDDLES IN THE WORLD

[prapais]

pai showering sky with kisses and sky giggling is literally everything i could’ve asked for

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Love languages (Gepard, Sampo, Jing Yuan, Blade)

After having intended to do this for more than 6 months now, I'm finally getting to love languages for some of our HSR boys.

CW: Sampo slander, general fluff, use of "honey" in Sampo's, references to Blade's issues

Gepard x gn!reader, Sampo x gn!reader , Jing Yuan x gn!reader, Blade x gn!reader

Gepard

Earnest, earnest Geppie

I think his primary love language is probably acts of service

His entire life is about doing things and that probably extends to you

He's not a verbally expressive person and unfortunately he doesn't have as much time to spend with you, but he's always doing stuff in the time he does have

helping with dishes, making you breakfast before he leaves

If you have long hair, he braids it before bed

It's subtle, but there's no way to mistake his love for you

Sampo

Bastard (/half affectionate)

As much as I think he'd be a very touchy person, always hanging off your shoulders, playing with your hair, that's not his primary love language

No, the guy is always giving you gift, and usually in the most obnoxious way possible I mean it's Sampo we're talking about

This wouldn't be a issue, but this is Sampo we're talking about. 90% of his gifts (like pretty much anything else in his life) was scammed, conned, or all but stolen from someone else

The conversation goes something like this:

Sampo: Honey, I got you a gift You: And who'd you con if off of? Sampo: You wound me! I'm a legitimate business man. You: give it back, Sampo Sampo: fine

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is 100% a physical contact person

Not that he doesn't want to spend time with you or give you things, he just has the vibe who always wants to be touching you

Arms around your waist with his on your shoulder, cuddles on the couch

Totally lets you come over when he's working overtime and lets you lay your head on his lap

And he totally turns into a cat when you run your fingers through his hair. Half lidden eyes, contented smile, you swear if he could purr, he would, so you make a point of doing so, especially after a long day

When he gets home, it's a toss up as to what position you're in, but if you're not in his arms with your head on his chest, then he's in your arms with his head on your lap or chest. Which happens just depends on the day, but as a general rule he's not picky

Blade

Physical contact and maybe acts of service

The guy is not fully sane, so he's not very good at the other love languages

So he tends to be very touchy and a little possessive. If someone is teasing you, expect him to come up behind you, wrap his arms around you and glare at whoever the offender is

He doesn't say as much, but your touch makes him feel a little more human. When you touch him, he doesn't feel the need for Kafka's compulsion power as much--which makes Kafka very happy. She seems to be pretty fond of Blade after all.

What he also doesn't say is that thinking about coming home to your arms and your gentle hands makes him want to survive a little bit more

But as much as he doesn't say it, you can see it in the soft smile when he sees you and the way he leans into your touch

So if every now and then you have to tell him to back off--and he usually does--then it's worth it seeing him improve because of your presence

[thegengarprincess]

Happy Jure Day 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

JAYYYY >>>>XDDDD 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜!!!!!!

Yes yes,it is *INFACT* the prettiest,sweetest,cutest,most precious,most adorable,beautifulest,most gorgeous lil kitty’s birthday so JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJ 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🎂🐈 🍰🦮 🍰🐈‍⬛ 🍰🐕 🍰🐇 <————— birthday cake 4 him N his boys :333333

[goayda]

Psst @izzymarksthespot it looks like I managed to find the screencaps I needed to make the Stizzy cuddling manip. Here it is:

Second manip on what I suspect might be a series. A series that I should call 'They didn't let Izzy be happy so I will do it myself, dammit', but that for brevity purposes I will simply call 'Happy Izzy'.

[echo-rambles]

birthday wishes

words: 1,567 tags: fluff, best friend!lee know, f!reader, humor, platonic cuddling, a vague allusion to bf!chan. notes: I don't know what got a hold of me. I wrote this out in just a few hours because I couldn't stop thinking about bff!lino and being stupidly affectionate. I tried my best but lino's voice isn't very easy for me to write for just yet lol. hopefully it's fun!

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You tap at your phone screen, awakening it just enough to check the time. Maybe if you keep checking, it'll make the minutes move by faster. Logically you know that's not how it works but you're so impatient.

Most everyone else is asleep, but you can't even begin thinking of going to bed. Not only do you have something you need to do, but you're also just too damn excited. You've been waiting for this all night and it's almost time. How are you meant to sleep? 

Finally, finally, you watch as the hour ticks over and it's midnight. You've been waiting for this.

Scurrying off, you slip your way into the bedroom and sneak over to the bed. There's a lump under the covers, and you could jump on it and startle the lump awake. But you don't think it'd be a very kind thing to do, no matter how excited you might be.

Instead, you perch yourself at the edge of the mattress and begin to gently peel the blanket away, revealing the person underneath. 

"Hey, wake up." You whisper, a little sharply. 

Minho grumbles, smashing his face further into his pillow, turning away from your voice. 

"Oh my god, wake up already."

"Why?" The word is muffled and grumpy. 

"Happy Birthday!" You finally give in to your excitement and shake at his shoulder. 

"...What?" Finally he rolls towards you, squinting at you through the gloom of the night. 

"It's the 25th, you fool."

Another grumble, almost verging on a whine. "I'm trying to sleep. It'll still be my birthday in the morning, when I'm awake."

"But you're awake now."

"Under duress."

"Whatever, I want to celebrate with you now." You try to make a show of complaining, but you can tell Minho is already settling back into sleep. Well, that won't do. Not yet, at least. Crawling into the bed, you shimmy your way under his covers, until you can press your chilly feet against his shins, smiling as he flinches and opens his eyes enough to glare at you. "I bet I'm the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The glare softens a little, and then he's sighing, shifting around so he can offer you space on his pillow to share. You gladly accept. Getting so close you're almost nose to nose.

Minho hums thoughtfully. Sleepily. "You’d bet correctly."

“By birthday rules, that means I win.”

He hums again, much more sleepy than thoughtful. “Congratulations.”

"Do you want some birthday cuddles?" You ask, already knowing the answer. 

"What would Chan say?" Minho snarks, instead of an outright rejection. 

You give him this long look, raising a single eyebrow. "'You're cuddling without me?' and then he'd jump in bed and sandwich you between us for birthday cuddles "

"Ugh, I'm glad it's just you here to smother me."

"Exactly!" You chirp, surging forward to wrap him up in your arms. He grumbles some more, but he melts into the hug regardless. Tucking his head into the space between your neck and the pillow. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I didn't get to sing happy birthday to you yet…" 

"I'll only allow it if you do it with a really weird accent." 

"Why would I sing it any other way?" 

Minho's phone chimes, interrupting you before you can really get started. You untangle yourself from birthday cuddling to practically crawl over him to grab at it. Awakening it to check the notification.

"Who is it?" Minho asks from where his face is practically pressed into your ribs. 

"Hyunjin wished you a happy birthday. Ha! He's two minutes too late! This means I definitely won.” Another chime. “Jisung gets third place, since he just now sent birthday wishes." 

"Oh, tell them that they lost. Rub their faces in it." He says, twisting about to try and look at his phone screen. He sounds more awake now, as if the promise of fucking around with your friends has energized him. 

Of course you take the opportunity presented to you, taking his phone with you as you settle back into bed, giggling relentlessly to yourself as you type away. “Ah, too slow! So sad! Noona wished me hbd the moment the clock struck twelve! You’re both losers. And then a lot of laughter.” You narrate from Minho’s perspective, replying in the group thread. 

Minho nods along, chin pressing into your shoulder as he watches the message get drafted and sent. “Add a sticker too, and maybe more laughter.”

“Perfect!” After following directions, you lock Minho’s phone and slip it somewhere under the pillow. “Ok, where was I?”

“Singing happy birthday. In a terrible accent.”

“You said weird.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” 

Huffing and puffing and complaining, you make a big show out of it. Getting comfortable under the covers and snuggling close to Minho, folding both of his hands between your own before you start to sing. Somewhere in the middle of the birthday song, your accent changes, getting away from you and turning into something completely different. It makes Minho laugh. 

You both try your best to stay quiet, neither of you wanting to alert the others to the little impromptu birthday party happening in his room. Or else they’d converge and crowd the bed, and you don’t want that. This is for the two of you. No one else. 

He starts to sing along with you towards the end, affecting his own voice and making you trip up with laughter. It’s stupid and you’re both giggling once it’s all over, but it’s worth it. 

“Ok, so.” You start, once the both of you have the laughter under control. “What’s your birthday wish?”

He hums, closing his eyes once again. The smile is still present, and you’re sure he’s not about to fall asleep again. It’s a thoughtful sort of hum, not sleepy at all. “I wish… to one day gain the ability to speak to my cats. I feel like it would be very helpful and I could ask them why they insist on chewing on candy wrappers when I buy them wonderful toys.”

“Minho-ah.” You pout, just a little, giving your clasped hands a shake. “Be serious. I really want to know.” 

Minho squeezes your hands, sighing through his nose. “It’s the same wish every year. To live a happy life, surrounded by the people I love most in the world.”

“And it comes true? Every year?” 

“I’m here with you, aren’t I? Tomorrow I’ll wake up to Changbin and Jeongin trying to make me a birthday breakfast because they don’t want me to cook for myself, even though they will absolutely burn whatever it is on the stove. Chan-hyung will spend the whole day making excited little noises because he wants to give me his birthday gift the moment he sees me but he’s already made a pact with the other boys to wait until lunch. They’ll give me hugs and kiss my face and smother me with their love, all day.” Minho’s voice is quiet as he describes everything, and you can almost see it. Like some sort of premonition. 

They all know each other so well and they all love him dearly.  

“It’s the same, every year. Because I never want it to stop being true.” 

You shuffle closer, until you can tuck your head underneath his chin. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop being true, Minho. Even if you wished for something different, I don’t think we'd ever stop loving you.” 

He laughs, just a huff through his nose, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he hums and speaks. “Well, then I guess my wish to suddenly speak feline is back and better than ever.” 

The both of you fall asleep like that. Giggling and whispering to each other until sleep claims you. In the morning you’re woken up by Chan, diving into the bed and complaining that he missed out on birthday cuddles, which is soon joined by Felix crawling into bed and asking for cuddles of his own. You immediately latch onto Felix once he’s close enough, abandoning both Minho and Chan to smush Lixie’s face in your hands. 

The bed becomes crowded not long after, just like you knew it would, with Jisung joining and squeezing Minho in a hug, apologizing that he wasn’t able to wish his jagiya a happy birthday sooner. (Seungmin had poked his head in, saw the messy cuddle pile, and simply wished his hyung a happy birthday before leaving to ‘supervise Jeongin.’) 

It’s all very sweet and a little loud and Minho gets his revenge by pinching Chan’s ass at least twice. 

Hyunjin skids to a stop in the doorway, both hands braced on either side and his face solemn. “Changbinnie is trying to burn down your kitchen.” 

“I am not!” Changbin bellows back, voice carrying down the hall. Hyunin presses his lips together tightly.

“I take it all back.” Minho says, from his place folded deeply into Jisung’s arms. “I wish that everyone would leave me to lay here and rot away in peace.” 

“But we love you.” You say sweetly as you grab his cheek and pinch. Minho smiles at you, all teeth. Jeongin yells something in the background about how toast should not look that color. No matter what Minho says, you know this is the start of a very perfect birthday.

[green-tea-lemonade]

tired but comfy

[chucapybara]

i'm going to be sick. the softness in arlecchino's voice, devoid of the usual rigid stoicity she so often keeps; the deliverance of a punishment within which is imbued clervie's freedom, at the expense of losing someone so precious to her once more...

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Highly disappointed in the Aerin stans for lack of acknowledgement we're giving his reaction to us telling him we love him.