The Yang fluff you have here cured my depression. I desire more.
That message cured my acne and brought the dead apple tree in my backyard back to live.
I’ll give you bumblebee fluff because for some reason no one ever sends requests for them.
At night Yang moves around a lot, and she has no concept of personal space when Blake sleeps next to her. She’ll steal the blanket, every blanket available actually, just to end up sleeping on the blankets, and sometimes she’ll end up sleeping half on top of Blake. Or almost throws her out of the bed. Or pulls her close and cuddles her. Most of the time Blake either somehow pushes Yang back to her side of the bed, or she just cuddles her back, because Yang is so warm and soft and comfortable.
Yang learns to sense when Blake is feeling insecure or anxious and every time she grabs her hand or touches her in any way. It always makes Blake feel better.
They can spend hours sitting on the couch together without talking. Blake reads a book, Yang watches a movie or just falls asleep, Yang’s head resting in Blake’s lap, Blake sometimes running her fingers through Yang’s hair. Something about the other’s company always comforts them.