#deserves the fluffiest hair and tail

[dididems]

Got inspired by the wonderful @munku-collar ‘s Demeter cosplay 💛

#demeter cats #cats the musical fanart #jellicle cats #cosplay fanart #the deme ever actually #deserves the fluffiest hair and tail #dididems-art

[fartistt]

SWITCH!

foxboy! ace hcs

gender neutral reader

owo get fucked -🍝

Foxboy! Ace takes a lot of pride in his features. His tail and ears are the same shade of brilliant red as the hair on his head, and while he doesn’t obsess over grooming himself for the sake of vanity, he always makes sure that he looks as sneaky and sleek as any good fox would. Despite his bright and seemingly easy-to-spot features, Ace is actually a master at sneaking around and not getting caught. He’s a fox, after all—what kind of fox worth his salt gets caught while snooping around? If you can see his fluffy tail wiggling around or his ears twitching, it’s because Ace is letting you see him instead of sneaking up on you like he normally would.

Speaking of his prideful nature, Ace boasts that his tails and ears are the fluffiest on campus. He’ll always swing them in front of you to tempt you into petting him, and if he feels like you aren’t giving his hard work at grooming the attention it deserves, he’ll straight up ambush you and get you to admire him until he’s pampered to his heart’s content. Ace has a bad habit of straight up sitting on your lap and sticking his ears in your face for you to pet him for about an hour straight (which unfortunately leads you to being late to class on more than one occasion). 

Despite his cunning and bratty nature, it’s hard to stay mad at him. If he even so much as suspects that you might be upset with him, Ace starts pouting and offering up his puppy eyes. He’s perfected the skill down to a T, to the point that it’s impossible to stay angry with him once he starts trying to butter you up. He pinky promises that he won’t hog any more of your time and that he’ll do better! But you two already know that once he gets out of trouble, Ace is going straight back to annoying the hell out of you like it’s his full-time job.

Ace gets easily jealous if he finds you fawning over anyone else’s animal features. He knows his tail is the softest on campus, and he knows that he lets you have the most access to his prized features. So why would you leave his beautiful tail and adorable ears aside for someone else’s? He’ll stick his cheeks out and tease you like a middle school student with a crush, pulling out all the antics he has up his sleeve to steal the spotlight away from whoever’s taken your interest. It’s to the point that when he’s in the middle of his jealous fits, Ace will steal your pillow and hide it in hopes that when you ask him about where it went, he’ll conveniently offer up his bushy tail as a substitute for the night.

Another little habit Ace has picked up is biting you gently. His fangs are sharp, built for taking down prey like the predator he is, yet he loves nibbling at you affectionately. He never hurts you or leaves visible marks (unless you ask him to), but he thinks he’s being cute when he climbs into your arms and starts gnawing at your bare neck and shoulders. It’s his way of claiming you as his, and Ace simply loves being by you so much that it bleeds heavily into his physical affection towards you. If you softly bite him back on his nose or ear, Ace will be over the moon. You’re finally returning his feelings! How exciting is that for him!

His fur becomes incredibly fluffy and soft in the wintertime to adjust to the temperature changes, and Ace insists on staying close to you at all times so he can wrap you in his tail to keep you warm! Your flimsy jacket isn’t even close to competing with how cozy his tail is, and he loves curling up and cuddling with you in his room while it’s snowing outside. It’s easy for him to doze off with his head on your shoulder and his tail wrapped snugly around your waist, and Ace wants to forget about the rest of the world and simply soak up the happiness he feels in that moment.

Ace has a weird tendency to scent you and mark you as his, and while no one in their right mind would mess with you (considering that Ace trails after you every waking moment of his day), he still insists on doing it. He’ll rub his cheeks all over your face, grinning like the piece of shit he is when you get all flustered and tell him to back off. He loves teasing you as much as he loves lavishing his attention on you, and so long as you’re willing to accept all of his strange and foxy behaviors, there’s no one else who’ll be as dedicated and loving to you as this redhead foxboy is.

“Aren’t I the absolute cutest? You don’t have to be shy! Tell me that I’m strong and cool and cute, and tell me that I’m the best fox boyfriend you could ever ask for! You might not know it, but I work reeeeeeeeally hard to be a good lover, you know!”

x

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola

[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #venti x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #genshin xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin #genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact scenarios #nya-writes

[katzkinder]

Little Boy Blue

Mahiru is tired.

Kuro can see it, in the way his folding isn’t as neat, in the way the vegetables in their dinner aren’t as uniformly chopped, in the way his head bobs during school lessons, his laughter isn’t as loud, how he doesn’t check half so well before he crosses the street and needs the ever watchful hand of Sakuya to drag him back from the curb, a shout on the subclass’s lips, scolding and fussing about the car that had just whizzed past their little group.

Mahiru is tired, but he refuses to rest.

And it’s driving Kuro mad.

It’s as Mahiru is jerked and prodded, worried and fussed over by his trio of school friends, that Kuro makes a decision.

His Eve will get some sleep, whether he wants to or not.

Thankfully for him, he knows Mahiru wants it. The frustrating part is that his stupid, incredible, wonderful human doesn’t think he’s earned it. Not yet. Not when there was still more to do.

Which meant, joy of joys… He needed some help.

Good thing he had three ready made volunteers right there with him on the curb.

Now to convince them.

***

The easiest part, by far, was getting them to go along with his plan. Slipping into Mahiru’s bag to use the cellphone Tooru had bought him (every time he thought about it, he still couldn’t believe it. His own phone, his own clothes, his own games, his own… Everything, really), he sent a single text to three different numbers.

Mahiru’s exhausted. Help me get him to chill out?

The hard part…

“Hey, Mahiru! It’s been a while since we all last had a sleepover, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it has…”

“Since we’re already going to be walking you home to make sure you don’t wander out into traffic…”

“It was an accident!”

“Party at Mahiru-sama’s place~!”

“Would you stop with that stupid… Fine! But Sakkun is paying for the food!”

… Wasn’t actually that hard? But, well. Leave it to the grungy joker to just… Steamroll his way into Mahiru’s place, invited or not. And become a steamed cabbage in the process.

The power of Mahiru-sama is frightening indeed…

***

The first order of business when the five of them arrive at Mahiru’s apartment is taken care of handily by, once again, Sakuya.

“Pizza time!” he crows, tapping the order into a website Kuro only vaguely recognizes the name of. It’s not a delivery app, but the website’s own page, and while he’s busy with that, Kuro hops out of Mahiru’s bag, ready to go fetch blankets and pillows from the linen closet in order to set them all up.

Except Mahiru’s two human friends beat him to it.

All the better, he thinks, as he hops up onto the couch to watch them spread things out right in front of the TV. The living room is small, the area they’ve chosen to occupy even more so, but it’s what he would have chosen for Mahiru, too, to cram them all together, to surround his Eve with the simple pressure and warmth of his loved ones crowded close.

Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Kuro is so… Grateful for Mahiru’s friends. Before him, and even after him, they will love Mahiru like a brother, like a family, know him in ways he can’t, the same way Gear knows him in ways Mahiru never will.

And that’s fine. To be known is to be loved, and more than anyone, Mahiru deserves it.

“Mahiru, can you help Ryuu-chan? I’m gonna go make sure Sakuya doesn’t burn your kitchen down trying to make popcorn.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, I’m always the one who makes the popcorn when Shamrock can’t!”

“And how much of it do you burn?”

“Less than you, so nyeh.”

… Maybe he should go watch them.

“Ah, Kuro, don’t get your fur on the counter!”

“Can’t deal…”

At the least, Mahiru seems to already be feeling better. It’s like magic. The best kind Kuro has ever seen.

***

Kuro spends the night as a cat, nestled in Mahiru’s lap or lying across his back, little paws kneading his Eve’s flesh and purring up a storm, extra sweet and extra soothing, while the other three pile around them. Mahiru is… Quiet. But not a bad quiet, no. A good quiet, letting the presence of the other people in their home wash over him, their bickering and their teasing, not a host but just a friend, just another kid, a kid with greasy fingers and a half drunk bottle of cola and two boxes of extra large pepperoni pizzas with cheesy bread set out before them.

“Where the heck do you find these pizza places I’ve never heard of?” Ryuusei asks after a particularly long cheese stretch has him craning his head back and holding his arms out, making the other three laugh, “This is great.”

“Vampire SNS,” Sakuya tells him proudly, and snickers once more at the tongue click it nets him.

Much to Kuro’s surprise, after building their little nest, the green haired vampire had graciously given up his preferred spot next to Mahiru without a word, instead settling himself shoulder to shoulder with the short one, Ryuusei, while he and Koyuki had pressed themselves up against Mahiru like they were trying to merge with him. It’s a tangle of arms and legs, like cats lying one on top of the other, physical closeness that speaks volumes of the emotional one they’ve cultivated with each other, and which they were slowly, Kuro felt, trying to ease him into.

It was a strange feeling. Being included.

But it wasn’t one he hated by any means.

Ryuusei flops his head against Mahiru’s arm, cheek squishing ridiculously as he squints at the screen. “Who picked this again?”

The crunching from Mahiru’s right stops, and a bowl of half eaten popcorn, buttery and with the perfect amount of salt, is nudged his Eve’s way. Wordlessly, Mahiru grabs up a big handful of it, stuffs it in his mouth with a knowing little smile, a sort of carelessness Kuro can never seem to invoke on his own.

The shuffling of fabric, and Koyuki leans onto Mahiru’s shoulder as well, the barest hint of a pout to his voice. “Does it matter? Even bad movies are fun when we’re together.”

“You’re cheesier than this pizza,” Sakuya teases, and Mahiru grins, laughs, finally says something, the exhaustion all but gone from his voice.

“That means Koyuki definitely picked it.”

“So you’re the one responsible!” Ryuusei shouts, and Koyuki flicks popcorn at him, bounces it right off his head.

“Shut up! You can change it, y’know.”

“Well, we’re already this far in,” Mahiru muses, and Sakuya quietly plucks the floor tainted popcorn up to place on a napkin, “Might as well finish it.”

Kuro is… So glad that Mahiru has friends who can do this for him. To do the things he can’t. This sense of total normalcy, of being just another teenager… It’s not really something he can help with. Not really. He knows he’s the type to overthink, to become discouraged when his efforts don’t get immediate results.

But now Mahiru is laughing again.

It’s everything he could have asked for.

***

Hours upon hours later, the only light in the room is from the flickering TV screen, and the only sounds are the soft breaths of four teenage boys, fast asleep right there on the floor.

Kuro finally rouses himself, gets up, stretches, and carefully picks his way down Mahiru’s back. Only then does he allow himself to transform back into a human, cracking his neck, his back, and sighing heavily at the relief it grants his stiff joints.

It’s time to get to work. All that effort would be meaningless if Mahiru woke to a mess, so clean up crew Kuro shall be.

First go the soda bottles. Back into the fridge, without a label or a care for who had drunk from what, because it’s not like those four cared anyway, but Mahiru hated to waste food. Honestly, Kuro was in agreement on that much, but especially when it came to his favorites. So, twisting each cap tightly back into place, he made sure to set them up in plain sight so that they’d be finished in the morning (and if not by their owners, by him), blocking the light of the fridge with his own body and the tails of his coat so as not to disturb the quartet of friends.

Next were the pizza boxes. Each one was completely empty, but that was no surprise, given that there were two shared between the five of them. Even the little banana peppers included had been devoured. If Kuro had to guess… Mahiru. For some godforsaken reason, his Eve adored things that set his mouth on fire, and no amount of “it’s not that spicy!” would change Kuro’s opinion that Mahiru, sweet faced, stubborn, wonderful Mahiru, just wanted to see what the fires of hell tasted like.

(And maybe he was a bit of a baby when it came to peppers, but clearly that wasn’t his fault)

Onto the counters the pizza boxes went.

Next came the bowl of popcorn, filled with nothing but unpopped kernels, then the plates, then the napkins, then the painstaking process of picking up every infernal piece of popped corn that had been jokingly thrown about between friends with zero thought for who would have to clean it up all up.

Considering how many Sakuya had tossed, he had a feeling the other vampire had known Kuro would take it upon himself to tidy up their garbage, and found himself cracking an annoyed, if fond, smile.

Little brat.

Mess more or less taken care of, Kuro had one last task to complete, and fetching the fluffiest quilt he could find from the closet that hadn’t already been used to pad out the hard tile in front of their TV, he carefully, carefully, spread it out over the pile of sleeping boys. Not a one stirred, not even Mahiru.

His smile turned ever so slightly bitter.

Well, that was fine. That was good, even, because it meant that, more than he’d thought, Mahiru had needed this night, this little slice of being normal, of simplicity.

Looking at each face in turn… He thought that maybe, all of them had.

Himself included.

Tucking himself into the crook of Mahiru’s neck was easy, a warm, furry weight that had his Eve curling up even more, ever so slightly, setting off a chain reaction as each teenager also shifted, one or two murmuring in their sleep, shuffling closer to each other like small birds seeking safety and comfort during a storm.

And that was fine, too. Kuro would watch over their dreams, every one.

Sleep tight, guys. Sweet dreams...

#kat's katerwauling #servamp #pawprints #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #sakuya watanuki #servamp ryuusei #servamp koyuki #i wasn't gonna post anything today #but then i got possessed by this concept

[me4gumi-moved]

Day 1: Black Cats & Apple Pie

Day 1: Black or Apple Pie

A/N: I’m not going to lie, this is based on Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Also Dabi is Touya but he goes by Touya and named his dog Dabi. Does that make sense?? Summary: It’s a chilly night and you’re sitting out on your front porch with your cat, Salem, when you hear footsteps coming from the woods. Pairing: Warlock!Dabi/Todoroki Touya x Witch!Reader Word Count: 958 Themes: Halloween???, Paranormal AU Warning(s): Strong Language

“Lovely night, isn’t it, Salem?” You mused. It was a beautiful autumn night. The moon was high in the sky behind gray clouds, the faint smell of rain lingered from when it stormed hours ago, and thin layers of fog lingered in the air. A particularly brisk breeze sent shivers down your spine, but it didn’t phase you much. You adored nights like these.

Your familiar merely let out a “mur” at your comment. The black cat could talk to you -- and he often did! -- but he was much too tired to do so. That or he was just being very lazy. He must’ve thought it bothersome to talk when he didn’t feel the need to. Salem was quite rude but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You didn’t want a familiar that obeyed your every whim and sought to please you every moment. You wanted a partnership, which is what you and Salem had.

You remember the night you met him two years ago.

You were about to turn 16. You’d just gotten out of the bath and stepped into your now freezing cold room. You could see your breath in the air, it was so cold.

Looking around for the source of the sudden chill, you found your window to be open, with claw marks on the window sill. Something was in your room. “Shit.” You hurried to close the window to stop any more chilly air from getting in. The second it shut closed, a voice called your name.

“(Y/N)!” Came a raspy male voice.

You whirled around and examined the entire room. You could see nothing, but you knew something was there. “Who are you?” You tried your best to sound unafraid. “Show yourself.”

A terrifying creature with a skeleton face, black skin, glowing green eyes, spindly fingers, and a long tail peeked out from behind your open closet door. “I heard you calling in the woods,” You heard the same raspy voice. “and I came.” The creature disappeared behind the door and a black cat appeared in its place. It meowed as it walked towards you.

“Aw…” You picked the animal up in your arms, listening to it purr. “Such a pretty kitty. What’s your name?”

You supposed you were reminiscing too long for the cat’s liking.

Salem peaked one green eye open and looked at you irritatedly, “Pet me.” Oh, so he was capable of talking! Damned cat. You rolled your eyes. Still, you did as your familiar asked, smoothing your hand over soft black fur. With your free hand you picked up your mug of hot chocolate that you’d set aside earlier. It was now the perfect temperature thanks to the cold weather.

It truly was a nice night.

Then out of nowhere, Salem shot up in your lap, the fur of his back sticking up and a light growl emitting from him. You set your mug down and looked around nervously, “What’s wrong, Salem? You see something?” Despite the fluffy jacket over an even fluffier sweater and the fluffiest sleep pants, a brisk autumn breeze passed right through you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Something’s here.” Salem warned you before jumping off your lap and bounding to the side of your house, out of your line of sight.

“Salem! Wait for me! Fucking cat.” You chased after your familiar, running even faster when you heard him hiss. Then you heard a bark and some cursing. When you rounded the corner, you laughed at the sight before you.

There in all his glory was your wonderful boyfriend Todoroki Touya, holding a pie dish above his head as his rottweiler (and familiar) kept moving between jumping onto his thigh to try and reach the pie and trying to play with Salem. The cat kept swatting at the dog’s face and hissing.

You walked over and picked your familiar up into your arms, “Salem, be nice to Dabi.”

“Your mate is here...and no. I won’t be nice to that slobbering buffoon.”

You bit back a laugh. “What?” Touya spoke up. “What did Salem say about Dabi?” Other warlocks and witches can’t hear what a familiar other than their own says, so all he heard was a meow.

“Oh, nothing to worry your pretty little head over.” You turned around and began walking back to the porch. Your boyfriend and his dog trailed after you.

When you walked into the warm house you yelled out, “Touya’s here!” From the kitchen came your dad, Shouta, and your older brother, Hitoshi. Your dad stared Touya down with narrowed eyes; he wasn’t very fond of your boyfriend.

At first glance, Touya looked like a bad influence. His hair was dyed black, he had 3 nose piercings, a tongue piercing, multiple ear piercings, and had tattoos running down his arms and hands. He didn’t look responsible or reliable. 

But he was one of the best people you’d ever met. Just because he looked a certain way, didn’t mean he wasn’t an amazing guy. Your dad was just old fashioned. 

Your brother seemed to like Touya, so that was good.

“Um,” Touya looked around awkwardly. “my mom made apple pie. She wanted me to give it to you guys.”

At the mention of pie, your father eased up on his hardened stare and Hitoshi practically snatched the dish out of Touya’s hands and ran with it to the kitchen. You chased after your brother, “Hey, you better not eat all of it, jackass!” Salem chased after you, Dabi after him, and Touya after Dabi.

Shouta sighed and trailed after the teenagers and familiars in his kitchen. If anyone deserved a slice of hot apple pie, it was him.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha headcanons #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #touya x reader #dabi headcanons #dabi scenarios #dabi imagine #dabi is a todoroki #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[voyager-into-the-unknown]

Part 6 of my Plance fanfic series is inspired by the song “Lucky” as sung by Lance’s voice actor, Jeremy Shada. Get ready for intimacy, hilarity, and the fluffiest of fluff in Pidge’s room. Lance and Pidge sing in this chapter. Guest starring Bae Bae and the Trash Floofs. (That might be a good name for their band if they decide to start one.)

https://youtu.be/6Sn_O9vDlR0

Part 6: An Intimate Moment in the Bedroom

Lance had been in Pidge’s room before, both on the castleship and onboard the Atlas. It was always a mess of odds and ends from computers, robots, and unidentifiable alien technology. There were clothes strewn about (Paladin gear, Garrison uniform parts, or her brother’s old hand-me-downs), and a couple of fluffy trash nebula creatures floating around. Her pets, she called them, but she wouldn’t ever tell anyone their names. When Pidge opened the door, he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

There were books and video games neatly lined up on bookshelves, a tidy desk and chair, many photos in frames and a few posters on the walls. There were model spaceships and robots on display, along with a teddy bear and a mermaid plushie. There were wall decorations of distant stars and planets, matching her bedspread, which was patterned with constellations from Earth’s night sky. There was a television with a gaming console, a computer, various small electronic devices, and a telescope. She also had a little collection of perfume bottles, makeup containers, hair accessories, a jewelry box, and so many other cute girly things that Lance almost thought they might have entered the wrong room. He realized then, that he had only really seen Pidge Gunderson’s room. This was the bedroom of Katie Holt.

Lance stood there for a moment, just taking it all in, while Bae Bae darted in through the open door. There were old photos of the Holt family when Matt and Katie were little, and some from when they were a bit older, including several taken on the launch day of the ill-fated Kerebos mission. There was a newer family photo taken on board the Atlas, and an amusing one of the Holts in costume, taken at the Clear Day celebration. There were many photos of the Paladins as well, some taken onboard the Castle of Lions, others onboard the Atlas, and many from the various planets that they had visited. In nearly every single one of them Lance saw himself standing next to Pidge, often with one arm casually draped around her shoulders. She was always beaming at the camera or laughing in every picture of the two of them together. He smiled at the happy memories that the photos captured. She probably had many other pictures of the Voltron team, but she displayed only those particular photographs for a reason, as if to cherish those particular moments. Lance felt another pang of guilt when he saw those mementos, regretting how he wasted so much time in those days, flirting with strange females he barely even knew, when he should have been paying more attention to the amazing girl who had been by his side the entire time. Hunk’s words came back to haunt him. “She’s had a crush on you since forever,” and “She’s cried herself to sleep over you a thousand times.” Lance hated himself for not noticing her sooner, and thought maybe the Holts should have been even more protective of their daughter. He didn’t deserve her.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Pidge looked at him, concerned.

“You’re room isn’t what I expected. I’m just...overwhelmed. That’s all.”

“You think it’s too girly, right?”

“It is girly, but you’re a girl, so that’s perfectly natural.”

“But you don’t like it,” she said dejectedly.

“No! It’s just the opposite, really. I love this room. It’s really cute. In fact, if I ever have a little girl of my own someday, I would want her to have a room as cute as this one.” He was still staring at everything. He had just picked up a framed photo of himself, Pidge, and Kaltenecker that made him smile fondly. Pidge’s fluffy blue and green trash nebula friends floated over his shoulder, as if to admire the photo with him.

“A little girl? You’re already thinking about starting a family?”

“What?! Oh...” Lance’s face felt warmer than usual. He nervously set the photo back down. “Oh, uh, yeah...I’d like to have a family of my own someday.” He couldn’t believe he had just admitted that out loud. He dared to steal a glance at her, and when their eyes met, he could not look away.

Pidge looked at him with a soft expression, her lips slightly parted and her golden brown eyes wide with surprise. She was small and vulnerable, and at the same time, she was also his Pidge—strong and tough, courageous and brilliant, but still so very young and innocent. For a fleeting moment, in his mind’s eye, she was more beautiful, more radiant, more dazzling than every star in the sky. “I want a family with you,” he admitted. “Someday...I mean, if that’s what you want, too.” It was if his mouth had a mind of its own. The blue and green space pets seemed to be blushing right along with him, as if feeling empathy for his discomfort.

She smiled at him, then looked down at the floor, blushing adorably. “Yes,” she said quietly. She was quivering ever so slightly. “I want a family someday...” Her eyes began to water. She took her glasses off and wiped her eyes, then swallowed. “...with you.”

Lance moved towards her and pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She buried her face in Lance’s chest, her shoulders shaking as she wept quietly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. He hid his smile in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. He wasn’t crying, there was just a bit of space dust in his eyes...

They stood like that for a long time, saying nothing. The only thing he could hear in the stillness of the room was the sound of her fluffy trash nebula friends softly trilling, and Bae Bae’s tail thumping against the floor. Pidge stopped shaking and her breathing slowed, Lance rubbed her back gently. She slid her arms around him and hugged him. When she finally let him go, he held her by the shoulders and looked at her.

“I love you, Katie,” he said,. “I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. I want to grow old with you. And I am just as terrified by it as you are.”

She grinned. “I love you too, Lance.” She reached up to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes blissfully to savor the gentleness of her touch, then looked at her through eyes that were half closed. “For me, it’s always been you, and I never thought you’d ever feel the same as I do. I am happier and more frightened than I have ever been in my life. Everything is happening so fast...”

His opened his eyes wider. “We need to slow down. I...I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We have been best friends for years, and we share a Paladin bond. Ever since that last battle, when we fully bonded with our lions...”

“We have been closer than ever before. Which is why I can tell you, with great certainty, and without fear of retribution, that you look like a raccoon right now.”

“What?!”

“Your mascara.” He turned her toward the mirror, laughing a little.

“Ugh! I’m not used to wearing this stuff. This is so embarrassing.” She picked up a makeup wipe and began to dab under her eyes. He grinned at her awkward attempt to maintain her dignity.

“Stop it. This isn’t funny, Lance.”

“Yes, it is.” He couldn’t stop giggling at how silly she looked. Then he saw her hurt expression.

“I’m sorry. Please, allow me. Close your eyes.” Pidge obeyed. She turned her face towards him, and handed him the moist little cloth. He held her chin as he gently wiped the dark smears away. Then he lowered his head and kissed her lips softly. It was intended to be a quick chaste kiss, but Lance couldn’t suppress his joy when she cupped his face and kissed him back. He deepened the kiss, wanting more, and Pidge then began to kiss him with more intensity and passion than ever. Lance began to pull away, afraid that things were indeed moving way too fast. Pidge pushed him down on her bed. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded.

Lance looked at her, both aroused and terrified. “Pidge, I don’t think we should...”

“Take it off,” she said more gently, sitting very close to him on the bed. “Start undoing those buttons.”

“Pidge, I really respect you, and I don’t mind waiting until...”

Pidge shut him up with another kiss. She took adavantage of his surprise to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

“I really don’t think we should do this,” he said breathlessly as she continued to undress him. “Pidge, I’m really trying to be a gentleman about this.” She had undone all of his buttons.

“Take off your shirt,” she insisted.

“I think we should wait. Now isn’t the time for either of us to lose our virginity.” He was blushing so hotly that he nearly radiated steam.

Pidge cracked up, laughing so hard her sides hurt. “I’m not trying to seduce you, goofball. You have mascara all over your shirt. I’m going to put stain remover on that, then put it in the washer. It should be as good as new after that.”

Lance’s facial expression changed from aroused embarrassment to cool shock in an instant. “Pidge!”

Pidge was in giddy hysterics. “That look...on your face...priceless!” She wheezed at him, so overcome with laughter that she nearly fell off the bed.

Lance sighed as he took off his shirt and handed it too her. “I still think that you’re using this as an excuse to tear my clothes off.” He turned on the charm, and said in his deepest, most seductive voice, “I’m just so sexy that you just can’t resist me.”

“In your dreams, Loverboy.” She draped his shirt over one arm, and then made finger guns at him. “Gotcha!”

She exited the room with his shirt in hand, still giggling as she shut the door. The trash floofs made a kind of sandpapery sound, which was probably their equivalent of snickering. Bae Bae, on the other hand, just whined in sympathy as she thumped her tail on the floor.

*******

When Pidge returned to her room, she discovered that Lance had removed his shoes and was sitting cross-legged on top of her comforter, strumming his guitar. He was definitely underdressed, wearing only his gray trousers, white undergarments, and socks.

“Making yourself comfortable on my bed, Lance?”

“Obviously, I am trying to seduce you with my good looks, charm, and talent.” He smirked at her as he played an elaborate riff on the guitar. The fluffy blue and green alien pets trilled in harmony with his last chord.

Pidge laughed. “I think it’s working. But alas, as much as I would like to keep you up here in my bedroom half-dressed and swooning with mad affection for me, I don’t think my parents would approve. I brought you the sweater you left downstairs. You can put that on before we have supper, which should be in about an hour.”

“Won’t your parents suspect something? They might wonder what happened to my shirt.”

“If they notice, just tell them you spilled something on it, so I washed it for you. Now, about that song you wrote for me...”

Lance played his most recent version of the the song, which he entitled “Lucky.” Pidge was delighted with it, and kissed his cheek when he was done. She sat barefooted on the other end of the bed, facing him, and he taught her to sing her part in the song. They spent several minutes revising the lyrics. The final result was this:

"Lucky"

Lance: Do you hear me, I'm talking to you

Across the stars, across the galaxies

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Pidge: Boy, I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the stars

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard

[Both:]. Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Lance: They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

[Both:] Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

Lance: And so I'm flying through the stars

To a planet where we'll meet

You'll hear the music fill the air

I'll put a flower in your hair

Pidge: Though the breezes through the trees

Move so pretty you're all I see

As the world keeps spinning round

You hold me right here right now

[Both:] Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

I'm lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

They were so caught up in the music that they didn’t notice that Sam and Colleen were standing in the open doorway. Sam had his arm around his wife and a faraway expression in his eyes, smiling at some distant memory. Colleen was visibly moved by the song and looked on the young couple with admiration. When the song ended, the Holts applauded. Lance and Pidge blushed.

“Mom, isn’t he amazing?” Pidge gushed.

“Lance, you have a voice like an angel, dear.”

“I thought the song was wonderful. Well done, both of you!” Sam exclaimed.

“You two had better get ready for supper. Matt will be here soon, with takeout from Pizza Shack. And there’s plenty of leftovers from lunch today.”

When Sam and Colleen went back downstairs, Lance and Pidge put their shoes on, and Lance put his guitar back in its case. Pidge handed him his sweater.

“Well, that went well. What’s the plan for after supper?” Lance asked as he pulled his blue sweater on over his T-shirt.

“I was thinking we can get Matt to teach us how he finally got to level 36 of Killbot Phantasm.”

Lance beamed at her. “That is a great idea! Then I’ll give you the surprise that I brought over for you. It’s in the white bag on the sideboard downstairs.”

“That bag smelled suspiciously like peanut butter cookies,” Pidge said.

“Of course!”

#plance #pidge #lance #katie holt #lance mcclain #bae bae #trash floofs #trash nebula friends #colleen holt #sam holt #matt holt

[fuwafuwamedb]

Training from Ishtar and Medb (Asterios and Gudako)

Medb just looked at the woman, settled into her fluffiest coat as she, Gudako, and Ishtar sat quite happily in their corner of the facility.

Truly? The woman really thought she was on their level of being quite the maneater?

At her side, the goddess of Baraks or Uruns or whatever the hell that place was called giggled. The brunette through their master a rather charming smile as she batted those eyelashes.

“You think you can merely woo anyone? Master, do not be a fool! Being a leader has nothing to do with being a charming and attractive woman.”

Ishtar wasn’t really charming though. She was just very good at pulling her panties down, Mebd thought, eyeing the girl.

Give her one strong man and she’d probably sob.

Ah, to be so young and so very stupid.

Medb set her cup down and looked around.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she was participating in this conversation other than out of the amusement of hearing their master tell them both that she wanted to pursue a servant romantically. So long as it wasn’t her Cu or the other ones around here, it was allowable.

Hell, perhaps she would be more helpful if there was assistance given now.

Cu Chulainn’s bedroom location helpful…

Medb smiled at their master.

“Master, we may talk all you wish, but you need practice.”

“Practice?” Gudako stared at her.

“Ah! YES!” Ishtar looked around before motioning at the fluffy bull horned man in the corner. “Master, show us your stuff with Asterios!”

“Ah, Ishtar-“

“He’s a rather simple target,” Medb told her. “Perhaps Fergus would be better?” The Celt had a talent for giving in and flirting back. It may be good practice.

“I’ll flirt with Asterios.” Gudako waved a hand. “Watch and learn!”

The woman moved over to the man’s side, cuddling up as the man was trying to make heads or tails of something he was reading.

“…Master?”

“Shhhhh,” Gudako cooed. She was blinking too much, leaning against him in a manner that could only be described as cringeworthy. Ishtar chuckled as they watched the disaster at work.

“Don’t talk anymore,” Gudako murmured.

He hadn’t talked at all, Medb thought, sipping at her tea.

The man frowned at her.

“Am I scaring you?” She averted her gaze, “I’m sorry. You just looked all alone. I thought you may want some company.”

Watching this was like watching war flashbacks, Medb thought, thinking back to the first time her daughter had attempted such a practice as political flirtation. Gods, but what was it with children attempting to play coy?

“She’s doing so well!” Ishtar whispered excitedly.

Really?

Medb stared at the woman.

This was clearly why Ishtar had been relegated to an archer. No woman like this could possibly make it as a rider of men.

This was good?

This was as good as Ishtar’s attempts at using any of the technology in Chaldea. This was as good as that damn pirate trying to sneaking childish junk into his room. Or as good as the golden archer and that pharaoh at being silent for a day.

Yeah. Good.

Uh huh.

Oh, but she was feeling some mighty pains as Gudako cuddled against the fluffy haired bull man and continued to attempt to say in a roundabout manner that she thought he was cute.

Honestly.

This was why there were no real children in Chaldea.

Mages were probably a dying breed.

Can’t flirt. Can’t fuck.

Can’t interact properly.

“I’m gonna go find some clothes for master!” Ishtar told her, rushing off. The bull man left a moment later, excusing himself from their master.

Gudako came back over and buried her face in her hands.

“I can’t do it.”

“I’ll say.”

“Asterios probably is creeped out.”

“Definitely,” she agreed.

The woman glared at her.

“What? Do you want comfort?” Medb snickered, “I’m not really comforting. You fucked it, now you gotta deal with it.”

Gudako groaned. “What’s bad is Asterios is actually really, really cute too. His face got all flustered and he tried to hide his face. Did you see?”

“I was distracted with your attempts at being cute,” she admitted.

“Ugh! I should have asked a boy!”

“Mhmm,” she hummed.

Reluctantly, she gave the woman a head pat. Just one. She didn’t deserve praise, but a bad experience could scare someone off of being smart with their future.

Actually…

“Master,” Medb set her cup back down. “Why don’t you let me sell you off into a marriage of convenience? I’m very good at it.” She’d sold her own child before into marriage.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh, come on!” She’d find someone who would tie up Cu Chulainn and make him bow down. All of them! Oh, but she could have all the men here reeducated. She could turn Chaldea into New Connacht! They’d be able to-

Asterios was back.

Medb paused as the bull moved their way, tapping their master on the shoulder.

As the redhead looked, the man held out some flowers to her.

“For you.”

Gudako stared at him in stunned silence for a moment, taking in the sight before the bull glanced around.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“You are a good friend.”

Did… did this servant know how to speak?

She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him bother before?

“Th-thank you!” Gudako blushed deeply, hugging the flowers a moment before one of those purple haired pixies they called Greek goddesses came barreling their way.

“ASTERIOS!” Euryale grabbed his arm. “COME SPEND TIME WITH ME!”

“Master comes too,” he told her.

“AH-“

The deathly look given to Gudako was fierce before the goddess smiled up at the bull man. “She’s having a drink with Medb. Maybe later?”

The cutesy smile and statement earned a sigh.

“Master should visit Asterios later.”

“Ah- I will,” Gudako promised.

The Greek goddess glared at her before tugging the bull man off.

Gudako stared at the flowers in her hands and blushed further. “…holy shit, he’s cute.”

“Master,” Medb shook her head. “You need more help than I can provide.”

Falling for flowers.

Really?

Unbelievable.

#euryale will be mad at all of you #drabble #drabbles #gudako #asterios #he's just a gentle bull who wants to be happy

[onewhoturns]

Fireworks (3/4)

This is... the fluffiest. xD Hello and welcome to Jonas and Alex are dorks with each other. If you want to start from the beginning: Part 1, Part 2. Feel free to hit up my AO3 if you’re interested.

Fandom: Oxenfree Pairing: Alex/Jonas Chapter: 3/4 Characters: Alex, Jonas, Michael, Ren, (later) Nona, Clarissa Word count: 2568 Rating: T for language Summary: The one saving grace of that first kiss (apart from, well, it wasn’t a bad kiss) – the one thing she could point to as making the kiss sort of okay, morally – was that it was in a timeline where they were just friends. Well… okay, maybe the kiss might have changed that. A little? Or maybe it didn’t get a chance to, much, cause Alex was too busy shutting herself away and having a teensy tiny crisis over kissing her sometimes-stepbrother. And then, naturally, as always seemed to happen July 8th, it would be May 1st all over again. or: the First, the Fourth, the Fireworks.

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If anyone had told her that approximately 14 months after whatever the hell happened on Edwards Island she’d - they’d all - be heading back to that cursed place, Alex wouldn’t have believed them. And as she watches her friends faces, as Michael hands the drive thru bag to Clarissa, and the fast food is doled out among them, she thinks that maybe there’s some fear under their smiles.

“Not to put too fine a point on it,” Clarissa is doing that thing where she wants to be a bitch but is just a hair past the line of ‘too nice’ to do it. She’s always so much nicer in the later half of the loops. When she exists. “But… is there any particular reason we’ve jammed five people in this car when Jonas is stuck driving alone?”

Michael hums a noise that is suspicious for its innocence, and Alex feels like everyone’s eyes turn to her. Michael is stopped at the turn out of the parking lot, shooting her a look over his shoulder that says well it had to happen sooner or later. And he’s right.

Alex sighs melodramatically. “Yeah okay fine, I’ll go be Jonas’s navigator.” She pops the door open and steps out, pulling her backpack from where it was wedged under the seat.

“Great! Finally getting my fries all to myself!” Ren seems overjoyed, and Alex’s eyes narrow at his mischievous grin, wondering just how much he knows. Jonas and Ren always get along a lot better in the timelines when Michael’s back. But well enough for him to mention the— um…? “Alex, if you don’t get moving you’ll be holding up traffic and we’ll get stopped and our glorious plans will never come to fruition.”

“...Not necessarily a bad thing…” she mutters, but closes the door and lets them drive off as Jonas’s truck pulls forward.

It’s a hand-me-down, well worn, and by now she’s familiar with it— how much the handle sticks, how she’s really gotta yank the passenger side door, the right spot to step on the running board to swing herself up into the front seat.

He looks surprised to see her, though he obviously knew she was getting in since he was the one who stopped for her. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She avoids his eyes, settling her pack between her feet as he pulls out of the lot, and digging in her paper bag for— “Yesss.” The box is popped and that perfect high sodium nugget is in her mouth immediately.

“Still think it’s weird you don’t use sauces. Not that I’m complaining--I mean, I’d rather not have ketchup smell soaking into the upholstery, but still.”

“Why on Earth would I mar the perfection of a well-fried nugget?” She gives him a pitying look, but he’s grinning, and she’s grinning, and everything is back to normal. And when he looks back to the road, she feels a little tug in her gut that could be anxiety but feels a lot less awful.

“You know that stuff is just fleshy bits all held together with meat glue-”

“Shushushushush!” Alex waves a finger at him. “Do not. Ruin this for me.”

He’s smirking, and it’s cute. Dammit, he’s cute. Since when is he cute?

“...Just for that, I’m taking a fry tax.”

“What?!” For all his shock and horror he can’t hide his smile and she’s already digging in his to-go bag. “If anything, I deserve a tax of your disgusting dry nuggets, for driving.”

“Jonas, seriously? A burger? How exactly did you plan on eating this while driving?”

He shrugs, “I dunno. Wait til we get there? I mean, it’s July, it’ll keep warm-ish.”

He’s kind of right, but it’s also kind of gross. Plus the sun will be down in the next hour and it’s already cooling down outside. “Hoo, bud, that is a str-etch.”

“Hey, give me a break, okay? I haven’t driven to the ferry before, how was I supposed to know it’s far enough that we’ll need provisions for the drive?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe Google?”

“Okay you know what? You’re the fry wench now. For that, you are the fry wench.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes. “Riiiight.”

“Nope, it’s a thing now. Fry me. Wench.”

There’s a vicious grin on her lips, spotting her secret weapon nestled in the cup holder. “Owo, what’s this?”

“Did you seriously just—” Jonas’s words stop as she lifts the cup. “Alex…” It’s a warning, but not one she plans to heed. Her fingers pop off the lid. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh: I dare.” Her smirk is straight up evil as she brings the fry to the milkshake’s edge. “I am the dare-iest.” She snorts and repeats, “I am the dairy -est.”

“First you ruin my threaten to ruin my milkshake and now you’re punning about it?” He shakes his head disappointedly.

“The only fry sauce for me.”

Jonas lets out an audible hiss, wincing as she dunks the fry. “You’re a monster.”

“You’re a cretin with an unrefined palate,” she shoots back, exaggeratedly humming her enjoyment as she chows down on french fry and chocolate milkshake.

“Dry nuggets and soggy fries,” he tuts his tongue in disapproval.

“One day you will taste the majesty that I taste and you will be enlightened and choirs of angels will sing you to flavor heaven.”

He’s skeptical, but amused as he shoots her a look out the corner of his eye. “...Okay.” He catches the raise of her eyebrow and laughs. “Screw it, right? Why not now? Fry me, humble fry wench. Gimme that soggy fry.”

There’s a look of triumph, of complete and utter self-satisfaction, as Alex picks out the perfect fry for the job.

And then eats that one, and picks out another.

“Why don’t you just buy your own fr-” He stops cause she’s about to poke him in the chin with a milkshake-covered fry, so he just shoots her a side-eyed glance and eats it. She’s chomping down on her own (perfectly seasoned, no-sauce-needed) nuggets as she watches his brow furrow, watching the road before them - Michael’s tail lights - with a look of utter concentration.

“Hm?” She bats her eyelashes, about 90% sure she’s won this debate.

Jonas’s lips twist and she thinks he’s chewing his cheek before he finally speaks. “...It’s… okay.”

“Ha! It’s delicious, you lying liar.”

His tongue swipes out for just a second to catch the last grains of salt on his lip, and he’s giving her that begrudging amused look, and she suddenly remembers that kissing isn’t bad and-- oof-- where did that even come from?

“It’s… what’s the opposite of sub?”

She knows what he means, though the context is lacking. “Super?”

“It’s super-par? That doesn’t sound right.”

Finishing off her nuggets and licking her fingers clean, Alex preens; “Just super will do. Super duper, even,” and ignores his snorted response.

“...How much longer is this drive, anyway?”

“Like… thirty minutes?”

For the first time since she entered the car, there’s a moment of silence.

“Um…”

She’s suddenly holding her breath. There’s just a teeensy bit of terror that he’s gonna ask her some Big Loaded Question about their kiss. But when he finally brings himself to say something, it’s a lot more relevant.

“So. The island.”

Crap. She’d almost forgotten about that for a second. “Yeah… Why did Ren pick it?”

Jonas lets out a heavy breath. “Pretty sure it’s some BS about closure.”

Alex is definitely too comfortable with him, cause the bitter laugh is nervously bubbling from her throat before she thinks to stop it. “Pretty sure there’s no closure in a loop. Or-- well, like, I mean it’s a closed loop, but-- but it’s already happened? Or… something?” Ugh. So much for living in the moment. She makes a weak attempt to wipe the soles of her mostly clean beat-up high tops on the car’s rubber mats before pulling her legs onto the seat, criss-cross applesauce, just like elementary school. His annoyance at feet on the upholstery is minimal. This truck has seen much worse than a few pebbles and a bit of dirt.

“Well, yeah, but…” His fingers are drumming on the steering wheel. “...I mean, maybe he’s right. It was a year ago. It’s over.”

His free hand digs through the bag for his food, and unthinkingly grabs the spilled fry pieces and dips them in the uncapped shake before popping them in his mouth. There’s definitely an urge to point it out and crow about it, but Alex is no longer in the mood. It’s not over. It’s never over. Instead, since he seems intent on doing it, she unwraps the burger for him and holds her tongue from warning him how ridiculously stupid it is to try to eat a burger while driving. And when he reaches for it he has that same soft look on his face, and he maybe takes a little too long to take it from her hand, and she feels a tiny bit noodle-y as blood rushes to her cheeks.

The effect is lessened a bit as he inevitably drops shredded lettuce on his shirt, and there’s a cynical edge to her poorly hidden affectionate smirk. Of course she’d figure this out now. Too late. Too early. Too much of a wrench in the cycle of island-island-island. He’s… bent the spokes of her tire, or... something. Whatever it is, it’s just gonna make it harder to deal with the leaving.

She sighs, feeling like her lungs are being pressed of all their air. It’s not the first time she’s backhandedly grateful that she won’t remember it all at once. A twisted kind of blessing and curse all at once. She remembers too late to stop it, but still has to remember. It usually just ends up confusing. Or depressing.

Or both.

If she were looking at him she might see the way he glances over at her, the way he keeps glancing back and forth between her and the road, mildly irritated by the food in his hand, looking at her hand instead, before he finally settles on just finishing his burger as soon as possible. But she’s not, so all she sees is him taking massive bites.

She raises an eyebrow. “You good there, bucko? Don’t forget to breathe.”

He shoots her a vaguely irritated look, but his mouth is too full for a comeback. Which, okay, maybe that does lighten her mood just a bit. Alex does not stop stealing fries. She, of course, rationalizes this with the fact that they’re already getting cold, and cold fries are of no use to anyone. The only sign that he spots her continuous filching is the occasional side-eye she gets. But she just turns straight ahead, watches the back window of Michael’s sedan.

That’s one of the things she loves about Jonas’s car, no matter how… well-loved it is; it’s a solid foot or more taller than all the smaller cars on the road. And yes, that means it’s a pain in the ass to climb into, but once she’s in she’s so tall! She likes tall. Jonas is tall. She likes Jonas.

...Oh no, not this again.

He opened that whole can of worms and now… they’re just… flailing around on the asphalt of her heart, or… whatever worms do. The metaphor in her head is very promptly heading just about nowhere. The point is: she likes him. She really really likes him. But there’s A Lot happening-- the fact that she like likes anyone, for one, when she’s more used to friend crushes in the ‘you seem so cool I want to hang out with you’ way and not in the ‘okay yeah, actually, this kissing thing, not too bad, please hold me’ way.

She chews her lips, pulling her knees to her chest and making a noise like a hurnnngh cause she is very A Lot right now and -- hhh.

“We don’t have to go, you know.” Jonas is done with his food, with minimal spillage, and is watching her closely in quick glances.

“Hm? No, no, that’s-- it’s fine. It’s just an island.”

She hasn’t been back since that night. Maybe she should’ve. Maybe she could’ve learned something. Maybe-- and it was a slim-to-none chance, but maybe -- there was a clue there to ending this hopeless cycle.

“If it helps, I’m like 99.9% sure no one wants to fuck with any radios.”

Her smile is grateful but weak, cause now she’s not so sure that that’s it. Maybe they do need a radio. Maybe it’s time she gave the Sunken a piece of her mind, instead of running away and hiding and trying to live her life one 14-month dose at a time.

“And, y’know… um…” Jonas’s words are becoming more uncertain, more mumbled as he continues. “I’ll… be there, I guess. With you. If that even-- I mean, if that makes a difference.”

She’s not expecting the sudden jab of pain in her chest. Because-- well, it does and it doesn’t. For Alex, Jonas was always the one on the island. He was the one who believed her when no one else did, who stuck by her and occasionally scared the shit out of her, and sat by her side when she went God knows where with the ghosts in her head. But… that isn’t how it happened here. In this timeline.

Her breath is held for a half second before she puts her head against her knees and sighs. It can’t hurt. Whatever pain she’s due for, she’s due for it no matter what. So she flops her arm out, onto the cupholders, narrowly avoiding toppling the milkshake and instead just crunching down the now-empty to-go bag. She’s not looking at him. Not even when she flexes her fingers out, expectantly. But she can guess at his expression, when his fingers twine with hers. Soft.

She shifts her head sideways to glance at him when he turns her hand over, and feels her face going flush when he pulls the back of her hand to his lips. He’s watching the road, but he’s-- alright, it’s cheesy to say he’s glowing, but… well. His ears are pinker than the light of the setting sun and she suspects he’s trying to play it cool, but his lips are twitching.

“You are such a sucker.” Not that she isn’t blushing, too. But she can at least attempt to hide her face in the shadow of her knees.

“Shut up. I’m a romantic.”

She’s smiling at him, rolling her eyes. “Oh really. Since when?”

“I’ll have you know, it’s genetic.”

And okay so maybe it’s also a little contagious, cause he’s shooting her a look, and the sun is just at that really annoying height where it’s blasting orange light into everyone’s eyes, but it’s kinda beautiful. He’s kinda beautiful. And he’s very nearly grinning, and Michael’s words pop into her head-- “...he’s been in love with you for… like, ever?”

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even make an attempt at a comeback, especially since she knows it’s true. She just lets whatever’s doing little loop de lous in her stomach keep doing its thing, and she holds his hand and-- yeah, maybe it’s a little sweaty, but it’s July so what could she expect really. She just holds his hand. And they’ll figure the rest out later.

#oxenfree #oxenfree fic #my writing #jonalex #fireworks #half of this chapter is pure sugary bff fluff that goes nowhere #enjoy #alex/jonas

[belovedyuuri]

written for the @wewritevictuuri prompt challenge: “I only set it on fire a little bit. In my defence, I didn’t think it would be that flammable.”

There’s a video on Twitter with 501K likes captioned Puppy Savior uploaded by Phichit Chulanont. It goes something like this:

“—many gifts just for Makka!” calls Yuuri Katsuki, red-cheeked and bright-eyed, hopping in place where he sits on his knees, a glass half-filled with white wine in his hand. Right in front of him sits a brown standard poodle with a party hat on her head. Her tail waggles so fast, it’s just a smudge in the recording. “Just for you, Makka-Makkachin!”

At the mention of her name, Makkachin barks and starts jumping around Yuuri but soon she stumbles a little when the motion causes her pink hat to slide down over her eyes. Yuuri stares at it in horror.

“No!” he gasps and reaches to correct it. As he leans in, his glasses slide down his nose.

The camera moves a little and shows another person, Viktor Nikiforov, sitting on the couch. He’s caught in the midst of looking at his husband, fondness and amusement colouring his face. Something in his eyes shifts and he glances into the camera, then at the person holding it.

“Are you recording this?” he asks, his shirt partly unbuttoned as he sits there, a glass of white wine of his own in his hand. Two empty bottles of wine rest on the coffee table in front of him.

“You know I am,” says the person behind the camera, Phichit himself. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I want to see it later,” Viktor says and the camera shakes along with Phichit’s nod.

Yuuri is cuddling Makkachin now, his own glass tilted enough to spill the wine over the small pile of gifts and wrapping paper.

“Oh—oh no,” he chokes and pouts at the spilled liquid. “I wanted to drink that.”

People in the room laugh. There are more than just the three of them.

“You can have mine,” Viktor offers and Yuuri beams at him with the power of thousand suns, red cheeks and all.

“I love you, Vitya.”

“Hey, unpack the last present!”

Yuuri seems to sober up a little and grins into the camera. “It’s Makkachin’s birthday! Makka-Makkachin, the fluffiest puppy in the entire world!”

“She’s a little too big to be a puppy,” Chris Giacometti murmurs from the other side of the room, barely heard over the exaggerated sounds of Yuuri kissing Makkachin’s fur.

The camera shakes a little with Phichit’s shrug.

“The last one, Makka!”

Makkachin waggles her tail and sniffs at the gift, then whines and starts barking at it, tail moving low to the ground.

Yuuri stares at her, then at the gift, then back at her. “What’s wrong, Makka?”

But Makkachin moves farther away from the wrapped package with a distressed whine. The room gets quiet.

The camera zooms slightly on Yuuri’s conflicted face—and then his eyes narrow. He throws the package on the ground like it personally offended him and wraps his arms around the whining dog.

“Don’t worry, Makkachin, I’ll save you, it won’t hurt you!”

“Oh my god, what, Yuuri—“

Yuuri picks Makkachin up and gets to his feet, then turns to Viktor like a man on a mission. “Hold her,” he tells him—orders, almost, and once the dog is cuddled in Viktor’s lap, he runs out of the room, accompanied by Phichit’s laughter.

“Ahh, Yuuri,” Phichit sighs through his giggling. The camera focuses on Viktor and Makkachin, the dog much happier again. “I love when he gets drunk.”

Both Viktor and Chris grin into the camera in agreement.

“I will save! My dog!”

The camera shakes and moves in the direction of the entrance to the living room again. Yuuri storms into the room and jumps at the abandoned package on the floor, his glasses gone, his hair in disarray, his pockets turned inside out and in his hand is—

“Ohmygod Yuuri!”

A stove lighter. A lit stove lighter. There is a literal fire in Katsuki Yuuri’s hand and he moves it to the wrapping paper of the gift-turned-sour—

“It will scare Makka no more! Such a good doggo, she doesn’t—“

“Wait—no—put it off—”

“Yuuri, are you crying?”

“He’s crying,” whispers Phichit in a voice full of amazement.

“—deserve to be scared like that, she—“

“FIRE! WATER, WE NEED—“

“—IT’S SOAKED IN WINE—“

“—PHICHIT STOP RECORDING AND HAND ME THE—“

“That’s what you get,” says Yuuri in an unforgiving tone, towering over the flaming wrapping paper, “For scaring my child.”

Everybody gets quiet, even Makkachin stops barking. Yuuri looks up straight into the camera—

—and then the video shuts off.

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu  15h You people keep saying Viktor is the extra one but have you seen Yuuri when his dog is scared of a toy?

Replying to @phichit_chu

Makkachin @makkachin  15h My hero *boof*

Christophe Giacometti @christophe_gc  14h To anybody thinking it was staged: no it was not. I see you haven’t heard of Katsuki Yuuri + alcohol combination yet. Besides, nothing’s fake with me.

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu  14h ... anyway. Don’t worry I uploaded it with Yuuri’s permission

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu  14h When Yuuri saw the video: “I only set it on fire a little bit. In my defence, I didn’t think it would be that flammable.”

Makkachin @makkachin  14h It wasn’t, it was the wine *boof*

Christophe Giacometti @christophe_gc  13h @makkachin Talk like a person @v_nikiforov

Viktor Nikiforov @v_nikiforov  13h @christophe_gc Excuse you.

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu  13h @v-nikiforov exposed

#wewritevictuuri #viktuuri #victuuri #drunk yuuri #yoi #b tries to write

[almostafantasia]

a woman’s best friend

Summary: Waverly meets Calamity Jane for the first time. Set towards the end of season 1.

(aka some much needed fluff after the angst of the last few episodes)

Read on AO3.

“Come on in. Make yourself at home.”

Nicole has been to the homestead on multiple occasions, for both professional and personal visits, but this is the first time that Waverly has ever been to Nicole’s place and she’s…

Nervous? It doesn’t seem like the right word to describe seeing her girlfriend’s apartment for the first time but Waverly’s heart pounds against her ribcage as she crosses the threshold behind Nicole and her hand trembles slightly as she reaches down to unzip her boots beside the doormat. Visiting Nicole’s apartment is yet another milestone in this budding new relationship and with each one, the whole thing becomes a hell of a lot more real.

The last couple of weeks have been a delirious ride of stolen kisses and happy infinities, trapped inside their own precious bubble of blooming romance and Waverly has honestly never been happier. She never thought it possible to be this excited about another person, least of all a woman and certainly not a woman as truly magnificent as Nicole. Waverly is half-convinced that she’s going to wake up at any moment to find that it has all been a wonderful dream.

But each milestone that passes – spending the night curled up in each other’s arms for the first time at the homestead; Waverly briefly meeting one of Nicole’s best friends from college over FaceTime last week; and now stepping foot into Nicole’s private sanctuary away from cop stuff and Earp curses and fighting revenants – solidifies in Waverly’s mind that this is actually her reality, that she’s actually lucky enough to call Nicole hers.

“It’s not much,” Nicole shrugs, kicking off her own shoes and hanging her jacket on the hook behind the door, “but it’s home.”

Waverly takes her first proper look around. Her initial impression is that the place is just so incredibly Nicole. Everything is decorated in soft blues, from the walls to the curtains and even the decorative cushions on the couch. There’s a coffee table in the middle of the room, a couple of paintings hanging on the walls, and a shelf stacked with books. Waverly makes a mental note to explore what titles Nicole has at a later date, though she does feel a surge of affection for her girlfriend (are they girlfriends yet?) when she notices that the books are organised in alphabetical order of the author’s surname – just how she does it with her own books too.

“Baby, I love it,” Waverly confesses, stepping further inside and noticing that there’s a kitchen just around the corner.

“You do?” asks Nicole, her eyes softening and her body visibly relaxing. Waverly finds something oddly adorable about the idea of Nicole being worried that Waverly might not like her place, and she imagines Nicole rushing around earlier today dusting surfaces and straightening cushions to make sure that everything is just perfect for her girlfriend’s first visit.

Waverly nods and says, “It’s so you.”

They get caught looking at each other and Waverly is struck once again by how lucky she is to have Nicole in her life, and wonders what she did to deserve the good karma that led her to go from somebody like Champ to Nicole.

Distracted by thoughts of her own happiness, Waverly lets out a startled yelp as something large and orange unexpectedly leaps up beside her. Once the initial shock has subsided and her frantic heartrate is rapidly calming down, she realises that the fluffiest cat she has ever seen is now perched on the back of the couch, staring at her with wide yellow eyes.

“And here we have the queen of the roost,” says Nicole, crossing the room and scratching the cat behind its ears. The cat twists its head, arching up into Nicole’s touch as it lets out a soft purr. “Waves, meet Calamity Jane.”

Waverly smiles softly as she approaches the cat, one tentative hand outstretched. She strokes Calamity Jane’s back, running her fingers through the thick orange fur, but instead of basking in the touch like she did with Nicole, the cat curls away from Waverly’s fingers. Leaping off the back of the couch, she slinks between Nicole’s legs and darts into the kitchen.

“I don’t think she likes me,” Waverly pouts, watching as Calamity Jane’s tail disappears around the corner.

“She doesn’t know you,” says Nicole, wrapping her arms around Waverly and pressing her lips to Waverly’s forehead. “It’s been a while since I’ve had anybody to bring home to meet her. She’s just shy and not used to sharing me with somebody else.”

This thing with Nicole is new and scary and Waverly is still figuring out so many things but one of the few things that she is certain about is that she wants it to last. And though she knows it’s stupid, getting a rejected by Calamity Jane feels a little bit of an obstacle in the way of their possible forever.

“I want her to like me.”

“You know what, baby?” asks Nicole, and Waverly’s heart does a little flip in her chest at Nicole’s casual use of the pet name. “I like you. Is that enough for now?”

Waverly relaxes in Nicole’s arms, lifting her head to look Nicole in the eyes as she teasingly answers, “I guess it’ll have to be.”

Nicole laughs and releases Waverly from the embrace. Taking a couple of steps backwards in the direction of the kitchen, she says, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ve got some menus – we can order takeout and put a movie on.”

“That sounds perfect,” Waverly tells Nicole, walking around to the front of the couch and taking a seat at one end.

She plumps the cushions up behind her and tries to make herself feel at home on the couch while Nicole rummages around in the kitchen for the menus. But as soon as Waverly feels comfortable, she hears a soft mewling noise from down by her feet, and when she glances down to investigate the source of the noise, only to finding Calamity Jane staring at her with those unblinking eyes again.

“Nicole!” Waverly calls out. “Uh, why is your cat looking at me like this?”

Nicole returns from the kitchen just as Calamity Jane meows a second, slightly louder time, and just laughs when she sees that way that Waverly and the cat are eyeing each other with great suspicion.

“Because,” says Nicole, reaching out with the hand not clutching a stack of menus to take Waverly’s hand, pulling her up to her feet, “you’re sitting at her end of the couch.”

With Waverly no longer seated, Calamity Jane springs up onto the newly vacated couch cushions, pruning her fur before she settles down where Waverly was sitting. Nicole sits down at the other end of the couch and pulls Waverly onto her lap. Waverly isn’t complaining about this new position, in fact anything that allows her to be as close to Nicole as humanly possible is a positive in her eyes, but she can’t help but feel embarrassed as Calamity Jane’s yellow eyes blink at her from across the couch. She almost wonders if the cat is going to spy Waverly sitting on her owner’s lap and oust her from that seat too.

Holding the menus out so that they can both read them, Nicole nuzzles her face into the skin of Waverly’s neck and asks, “What do you want?”

Waverly spares one final glance towards the cat at the other end of the couch, then shakes her head as she realises how stupid she’s being so that she can concentrate on the task at hand.

Nicole wakes the following morning, bleary-eyed and cursing whoever designed the rota at the Sheriff’s Department meaning that she has to go into work this morning instead of spending it with the girl tucked into her side. Waverly’s head rests on Nicole’s shoulder, hair splayed across the pillow beside Nicole, with one of her legs is curled across Nicole’s hip and it is blissful. Nicole decides that she could quite happily spend the rest of her life like this, with no responsibilities except keeping Waverly company.

It takes a great deal of effort to extract herself from Waverly’s embrace – in fact, Waverly sleepily wraps her arms around Nicole a little bit tighter as Nicole tries to slip out from beneath the covers and it melts Nicole’s heart.

“Sorry, baby,” Nicole whispers in a hushed voice, pressing her lips against Waverly’s forehead and pulling the blankets back up to cocoon Waverly in their warmth as she leaves their comfort. “I’ve got work. It’s just a few hours and then I’ll be back.” Waverly hum sleepily in response, and though Nicole isn’t entirely sure that Waverly is conscious enough to understand, Nicole takes it as an affirmative and continues, “You can stay here if you like.”

Nicole dresses into her police uniform in silence, though it’s a task that takes a lot longer than usual because she keeps getting distracted by the beautiful girl in her bed and the sleepy little sighs that Waverly keeps letting out.

(Would it really be that bad if she phoned Nedley and called in sick, just for a couple more hours with Waverly?)

“Bye, sweetie,” Nicole says once fully dressed, running her fingers tenderly through Waverly’s hair and dropping another kiss to Waverly’s head. Waverly’s eyes flutter open and she mumbles something unintelligible in response. “I’ll see you later.” Nicole makes to leave the bedroom, albeit reluctantly, but when she reaches the door she remembers something and stops to add, “If you get the chance, could you put some food and water out for Calamity Jane? See you later!”

Nicole’s shift isn’t long but it keeps her busy. There’s a stolen car and all the paperwork and procedures that go along with reporting it missing and checking footage to see if it has been sighted anywhere, then when two teenagers are caught vandalizing a playground, Nicole ends up having to deal with giving them official warnings and waiting for their parents to collect them. It’s all just grunt work, nothing particularly exciting, and Nicole is certain that what makes it all worse is knowing what (or rather who) she left behind this morning.

Things with Waverly are going remarkably well. Nicole doesn’t want to jinx things, not this early into whatever it is that they’re calling this new relationship, but she hasn’t felt like about somebody else in a very long time. She’s known ever since she first saw Waverly that the girl is special but when she learned of Champ’s existence Nicole never thought she would stand a chance with the youngest Earp.

Oh, how things have changed.

Nicole is still reeling from their first kiss a few weeks ago, from the way that Waverly pushed past all her inhibitions to go after what she wanted – and for what she wanted to be Nicole. Everything since then has been a whirlpool of happiness, sucking Nicole into the ecstasy of this new relationship with Waverly, and she can’t quite believe that it is still real.

Nicole has to admit, she was a little nervous about having Waverly come over to her place last night. Waverly is still incredibly new to the whole ‘liking girls’ thing and Nicole half expects her to change her mind at any moment and decide that Nicole isn’t who she wants to be with. Inviting Waverly over to her apartment, a deeply personal space filled with everything that Nicole owns in life, where Waverly could stumble across one tiny thing that puts her off Nicole for good, seemed terrifying.

But it all went to plan. They ordered Chinese food and watched a movie, before Nicole nervously offered to let Waverly stay the night, and Waverly agreed. Waverly seemed to like everything that Nicole’s apartment revealed about her.

Except for Calamity Jane.

Nicole didn’t voice this to Waverly because she could tell that Waverly was worried about Calamity Jane’s cold reaction towards her (Nicole actually thought the initial meeting went quite well – Waverly didn’t lose any blood, which is what happened to the last girl Nicole brought home after a particularly vicious scratch) but she really wants Waverly and Calamity Jane to get along. The cat has been the one constant in Nicole’s life for the last few years while she’s moved around a lot, trying to find her place to settle down, and she has no intention of saying goodbye to her best friend. But losing Waverly isn’t an option either, not of Nicole’s own volition anyway. She hopes that last night will be the first of many that Waverly spends at her place and Nicole would love for Calamity Jane to warm to Waverly as things slowly get more serious.

Her worries, as Nicole discovers when she gets home from her shift, are stupid.

“Waves!” Nicole calls out as she unlocks her door and steps inside, removing the Stetson from her head. “Waves, are you still here?”

Nicole moves further into the room, noticing that the television in the corner is softly playing a nature documentary. Waverly must still be here then, thinks Nicole, though there is no sign of the other girl anywhere.

Until Nicole is far enough into the apartment that she can see that couch, and the sight upon it that befalls her somehow makes her forget about the dull day at work and the paperwork and the teenagers that swore at her when she put them in the back of her cruiser to take them to the station.

Because on her couch lies Waverly, eyes shut and chest rising and falling as she snores softly, with a bundle of orange fur curled up on her stomach, Calamity Jane just as much asleep as the woman she uses as a pillow.

“Oh, Waves,” Nicole exhales softly, and for the first time in their short relationship, Nicole realises that she’s on the path to helplessly falling in love with Waverly Earp.

Either Waverly hears her name, or she must sense Nicole’s presence, because she stirs on the couch and slowly blinks her eyes open. She looks around confusedly until she spots Nicole standing over her with a look of pure adoration on her face, then sits up as much as she can without disturbing the sleeping cat that lies on her.

“That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nicole confesses, perching on the arm of the couch and reaching out with one hand to Waverly’s head, where she cards her fingers through the messy brunette curls. “You and Calamity Jane ironed out your differences then?”

“All it took was one pouch of organic cat food,” Waverly shrugs. “She was very amenable after I fed her.”

“I’m glad you two are getting along.”

“Hmmm, she’s okay,” Waverly replies with a shrug, though the little smile on her face as she massages her fingers behind Calamity Jane’s ears, eliciting a purr of pleasure from the cat in her lap. Waverly glances up at Nicole, her cheeks still flushed from sleep and her eyes full of the same kind of adoration that Nicole thinks is reflected in her own right now. “I prefer her owner though.”

#wayhaught #wayhaught fic #waverly earp #nicole haught #wayhaught fanfic

[letshavepunsoffun]

Could you match up my oc Dixy? Female,6"10,blue hair,black goat eyes,black ram horns,thick gray fur coat,goat paw pads,very dominant,will lay in sunlight,tiger mixed with mountain goat,long tiger tail,will always hold her S/O everywhere, (1/2)

|  (2/2) will headbutt you,will mat on things,will sleep on thair S/O,loves being brushed,will purr only for thair S/O,looks mean and scary but is a little kitten,will chase red dots,may bring you dead things as gifts like a cow or somthing,will pounceYour OC sounds really cool. :)-ModMaudyI pair your OC with Swapfell Papyrus!It doesn’t matter what she looks like, as long as she’s devoted to Papyrus. And... even then, Papyrus-- well... Syrup is a very fragile minded creature. If he’s dating someone, his life begins to revolve around them, even if that person isn’t the best for him. LUCKILY, Dixy is the very best partner for the very best Hickory flavored Syrup.Anyway, back on topic. The simple fact that they’re dating is enough to make Papyrus fall into an intense love. But also have a deep guilt. Both of these reactions come about because he feels he doesn’t deserve love from anyone, especially not from someone as amazing as Dixy. The fact that Dixy acts differently-- even if it’s just slightly, around him makes him feel like the most special person on Earth. The purring thing is his favorite. He LOVES that. He tries to trick Dixy into doing it, but Dixy would always be able to tell what he’s up to. Then she could catch him and call him out, and make him a nervous mess if she wanted. He’d be embarrassed, but any kind of affection resulting from it would make him feel completely better afterwards.It’s good at Dixy is the dominant one. Because it doesn’t get any more submissive than Syrup. He is basically the definition of the word. All affection much be initiated by Dixy, or else it won’t happen. Actually... there are the rare-gem of times when Syrup tries to be the first one to make a move. But... he usually ends up having a panic attack or being so embarrassed and nervous that he can’t finish the move he started. Huge amounts of encouragement will help with his confidence in this area.. and I mean HUGE amounts.When Dixy lays in the sunlight, Syrup is either already laying there, or joins just a few seconds afterwards. Just imagine walking down the street on a bright sunny day, and seeing a goat person and a skeleton laying in the middle of road. Probably face down.Great times.Syrup isn’t against PDA. He’s just super nervous. And if someone where to say something about him showing PDA, then he’d have an anxiety attack-- and I highly recommend just taking him home at that point. Being out in public would only make it worse.Being head butted isn’t exactly a new experience to Syrup. He lives with Satan-- I mean... Raspberry. And Raspberry’s head can just barely reach the taller skeleton’s stomach. So Syrup usually ends up getting head butted in the junk. So.... lovely. It’s nice to be head butted above the belt. Wait... when did it become nice to be head butted at all?Sleep on top of Syrup. No, seriously. I encourage you to. His jacket is the world’s fluffiest object. It’s the best sleeping material. Just don’t crush the thin skeleton inside the jacket.If Dixy let him, Syrup would brush her fur coat all day. Like.. All day.... All. Fucking. Day. You have met him, right? Anything soft.... he must touch.Dixy’s mean appearance actually didn’t bother Syrup that much when they first met. I mean... Syrup’s nervous about pretty much everything. But he’s also an incredibly good, and accurate judge of character. You could blink at him, and he’d suddenly know your true character. So he knew right off the bat that Dixy wasn’t as scary as her physical appearance lets off.Dixy chases red dots, huh? Well then someone else better be holding that pointer laser because Syrup will be right next to Dixy in chasing it. He’s a puppo. Like.. name off a stereotypical, nervous puppo, and you’ve got Syrup.Bring him dead things: He will pat your head, and then internally cry for 6 hours straight. He’s sensitive to dead stuff. Even living in a world like Swapfell, he’s just not really able to grasp any kind of numbness to dead things. It might be partially because he can tell what kind of personality it had by the empty look in it’s dead eyes. Whatever the reason, when Dixy starts bringing in the big treats, Syrup actually stops her and asks her not to do that stuff. He seems more serious about it than anything he’s ever shown to do. That would be because he truly doesn’t like the idea of someone killing. Especially his lover. Even in a world like this, he knows it can be avoided in most cases. And he doesn’t really like to see the “fruits” of the battle. So... please stop bringing him dead things.