#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 )

[skipblebee]

Bingqiu they could never ever make me hate you

[ollieartie]

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

[aerialworms-art]

@trek-tracks suggested Softly Smiling Surgeon Sunday and I absolutely had to join in!

[crispywizardtale]

[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.

[epickiya722]

I love how some folks are pointing out that December 24th is the romantic day of the year (in Japanese culture) and gushing about how Horikoshi drew the sketch with Midoriya and Bakugou dressed up and delivering gifts and said sketch was posted on December 24th.

It is so cute and everything but I'm also like "OK, what about Miruko? What is my girl the chaperone? (≧▽≦)"

To that I say that after she's done delivering presents, she gets to go home to her own fiery firecracker, Burnin who already has cake and hot cocoa waiting for her in a pillow fort.

[whale-bones]

sleepy itajun 💤

— closeups

[c0smickidd0]

Ishimaru Kiyotaka with a cat…

the eepers

[splitfictionthings]

Intrusion

There was something so inherently intrusive, about sharing someone's experiences.

Zoe felt completely out of her depth, running around alternating between her and Mio's stories. She tried to make the best of it, of course - joking when they had time to slow down and reminding herself that she wouldn't die whenever the simulator threw something fatal their way. Yet she could tell Mio felt exactly the same way - like she was intruding on something private, and that her presence wasn't appreciated.

Maybe it was true at the beginning. But as they ran through story after story - cyber ninjas, sand sharks, pigs, shapeshifters and exploding suns - Zoe found herself appreciating Mio's presence more and more. Where Zoe herself could get lost in her own misery, unable to process what was happening in front of her, Mio incessantly pushed ahead, heedless of embarrassment or self pity. Her blunt words and occasionally tactless comments, despite being aggravating, brought Zoe out of her head every time she started working up into a panic.

And, admittedly, it was nice to see her opening up a bit. After their argument before fighting the Ice King, Mio had definitely made more of an effort to engage with Zoe, even making a couple of jokes and biting back some of her comments. It was nice to see her playing around with potions at the magic market, screaming with glee as she rode a dragon, or playing with the anti-gravity in one of her side stories. She always seemed younger, in those moments - the usual frown on her face as absent as the wrinkle in her brow.

As they went on, it truly felt less like a chore to go through the stories. Rather it felt like an opportunity, as they grew closer and learned more about each other. Sure, Zoe wished she'd been more understanding in the beginning when Mio confessed about her father, but she couldn't have known. Looking at the large squid-like creature in the tank, she'd felt a similar aching in her heart to the one she'd felt for Ella many years ago.

Sure, she'd only known Mio for a couple of hours, and the girl could be abrasive at the best of times, but they'd grown close. Their shared experiences meant that they would likely be a large part of each others lives going forward - or at least, Zoe wanted to be. And that bond that was forming, based on shared trauma and genuine friendship, meant that Zoe's heart went out to Mio.

Besides, when Ella had died it had been horrible. Zoe couldn't imagine that process being extended for years, her death being almost certain but the faintest sliver of hope being present until the end. She half thought that would break her, and couldn't help but admire Mio for getting up every single time it must have knocked her down.

She wanted to tell her that, was trying to find the words, but then they were escaping and flying through the glitch once again, and she never found time. But she could reciprocate Mio's trust - her vulnerability - and so when she found the words she told her about Ella. Mio listened, offered her words she'd wanted to hear for many years now, and even offered her the chance to stay in the story as long as she needed. Zoe looked around, at the fantastical flora and fauna, the faint silhouettes of their dragons flying into the distance, and shook her head.

So back into the glitch they went, and Rader did his Rader-y thing and made everything 1000 times worse, and they were launched straight into Mio's subconscious.

If Zoe felt she was intruding on Mio's stories, she felt even worse now. Not to mention that Mio was clearly uncomfortable not knowing what was coming next. She seemed entirely out of her depth, her eyebrows furrowed and she constantly chewed on her bottom lip, looking to Zoe like she knew what was happening.

She didn't, but Mio couldn't seem to help herself. So, in what felt like a strange mockery of their usual dynamic, Zoe pushed ahead, letting Mio trail behind her like a duckling. She was entirely out of her depth - Mio usually being the one to lead their charge while Zoe held back, looking at views and touching flowers - but when she was needed she could certainly rise to the occasion.

Releasing dark Mio though...

Well, the panic that tore through Zoe's chest as the younger woman was grabbed by the throat was enough to tell you how she felt about that. And - in what was probably not the smartest move, she had to admit - she launched herself at the mech, latching onto her leg and holding on for dear life. Her landing wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it had to beat Mio getting tossed to the ground like a sack of potatoes, Zoe running to her as she wheezed weakly.

It was their toughest battle yet. Zoe physically repelled dark Mio's own attacks back at her, Mio herself barely making a dent until she managed to leap inside the mech's head, wreaking havoc from the inside. But she still lagged behind, and Zoe had to make up the shortfall - effectively protecting her from a messed up version of herself that Mio claimed had once helped her through endless nights.

She could understand how this dark, angry version had come to be. Fighting a healthcare system that cared little for her or her father, trying to work towards your own passion and fighting those who tell you to stop, while simultaneously struggling to keep food on the table and a roof over your head... Mio had to be angry, otherwise she'd just fall apart. But forcing dark Mio's blade into her own stomach... it didn't feel good. Knowing she was effectively killing a part of Mio - no matter how evil - felt horrible.

And for a horrifying moment, she thought she'd killed Mio. Before the dust faded away, before she turned the right direction, she'd had the sinking feeling she'd killed Mio just like she'd killed Ella-

But there she was. Collapsed, sure. Crying, sure. But miraculously, wonderfully alive, and Zoe couldn't help but run to her. And then Mio practically flung herself into her arms, shaking and sniffling and clinging far too tightly, but all Zoe could focus on was her heartbeat, her breathing, her movement - all undeniable signs that she was, in fact, alive.

"Take your time." She'd told her, holding her back just as tight.

When Mio eventually pulled away, wiping at her cheeks and refusing to make direct eye contact, she just smiled, reaching forward to push some of her hair behind her ear. And maybe they hugged again, whispered confessions they'd never let the world know (even if they wrote about it themselves - an idea which was tentatively forming in Zoe's head but was entirely contingent on their escaping of the machine) and held onto each other just a little too long, a little too tightly. But that was only for them to know.

And sure, maybe they would end up in Zoe's subconscious too. Maybe she'd have to face her own worst emotions given physical form, and have her own breakdown.

But she couldn't think of anyone else she'd prefer to face it with.

[mintypsii]

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

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

[kakusu-shipping]

#You can ALWAYS jump into my ask box and ask to smooch a guy I draw <3

Don't say that cause I'm gonna jump in your ask box and smooch ramb and smooch him and smooch him and smooch him and smooch h

Emmy you SCOUNDREL! You sent this ask knowing full well I could never resist the urge to draw Ramb getting smooched! You fiend!! Swiping kissie art from my hard working hands!!

I'll never financially recover from this.

[lil-lemon-snails]

the present... was you all along 🫵 (sillies aside, i hope ur holiday went well & that you are snuggling with your cat(s) now... <3)

AHHHH POMMMMMM!!!!! 💖💗💕💝💗💖💕💝

YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!!!!! this is so adorable!!! Look at the big ol bow on my head waaaahhhh they look so cute in your style i am crying fr ;;;;;w;;;;;; thank you <333

[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!

-o0o-

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.