i love me some cat cuddles

When your two kittens fall asleep on you

I don’t know why I keep drawing them like thisXD I guess athough I love them being punk and grumpy buddies I also enjoy the idea of the two of them being trusting and relaxed around each other. I’m honestly starting to feel bad for Otabek, how this guy manages to get anything done when there’s always at least one cat sleeping on him? Also guys do you have ideas how their mugs should look like? I made them simple because I like simple but give me some crazy ideas:D

And thank you so much for all the likes and rebloggs under my previous works. You guys keep me going and you are the best. Love you all!<3

PS. Also I should be called style fluid artist. You could be staring at two of my artworks and never guess they’re both mine;)

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Hey guys, it’s been a while… The thing is that I’ve been REALLY busy with college and stuffs. This means that I won’t be able to post as frequently as I wished I could, I’m really sorry. But to make up for it I’m posting this little doodle(ish) piece! I had a really good time doing it!

There’s Firepaw, my daughter Cinderpelt in all her beauty! Some sibling cuddle cus Feather and Storm are my fav sibling couple! And baby Littlecloud napping… cus I love him.

Also there’s me trying to deal with all the college bullshit at the top and a pretty accurate pic of me drawing this piece while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack… is like this to all many of the songs!

Authors note*(Y/c/n) = your cats name. Also, this is the first fic that I have ever completed! Usually I give up halfway through. ~Goldie

Dark’s POV

I wandered around the house aimlessly. Occasionally I will pick up an object of (Y/N)’s, a picture or her favorite pen and place it somewhere it had no place being. (Y/n) had left early in the morning muttering to herself about needing a break from the literal pressure in the air that I cause. My lips curl into a smirk at the thought that I had actually ran her out of the house. My smirk vanishes the moment I see her damned feline however.

For some reason that I can’t explain, (Y/n) loved that thing. No matter how many times it would knock items off the counter or hide under the bed and attack her feet, she would still swoop down and cuddle the furry little creature as it tried to squirm and run away. I, personally, was sure that if it weren’t for the steady flow of food, the cat would have fled a long time ago.

When (Y/c/n) locked eyes with me I could feel the mutual hatred crackle in the room. It was always like this with animals, they seem to be able to sense the darkness within me. But they usually just run away. This cat however, it seems to search for me, almost like it is looking for a fight. It intrigues me.

Straightening my jacket, I stare down the small animal, trying to understand why I am mutually drawn to it as well. Without even realizing what I’m doing, I speak.

“What are you staring at?” I snap. “I won’t lie, I much prefer you over that dog that Mark owns. That Chica…. much too hyper for my taste.” I scowl at the thought of that ball of energy and fur. “You know,” I say taking a cautious step towards (Y/c/n). When he doesn’t run I take another step. Now standing directly in front of (Y/n)’s cat I crouch down to look him in the eye. “We are very similar, you and I. Both of us are just manipulating (Y/n) towards an end goal.” (Y/c/n) starts to slowly walk towards Dark and pushes his head against his hand. Dark starts to pet him. “Your goal happens to be food, mine… may be more personal.”

I was about to say that the two of us should get along when I heard the click of a camera. Looking up, I see (Y/n) with a huge grin on her face.

“That’s one for Instagram.” (Y/n) says waving the phone in my face.

“You best give me that phone.” I growl as she runs to her bedroom laughing hysterically all the way.

By Goldie

You’re Stuck With Me, Darling

Prompt: Digger gives the reader some much needed reassurance about where they are in the relationship

Prompt Request # 49: Anon - “I love you so much.”

Pairing: Digger Harkness X Reader

Warnings: Some cursing and a few sexual innuendos (Fluff galore)

Originally posted by dailydcfilms

“Well aren’t you one satisfied pussy cat~?”

Digger chimed with a slight chuckle. He wrapped his big arms around you and pulled you close to him, allowing for your tired head to fall onto his chest. The big lug of a man was always in the mood to cuddle after a good romp in the bedroom. You could feel his body relax as you snuggled close to him. Smiling ever so lightly you completely melted too his touch.

“Pussy cat?”  You giggled lightly, amused by his choice of words.

“Yea, you’re my lil’ pussy cat,” Kissing the top of your head you could feel him grinning ear to ear. “You’re purring like one anyways, did I fuck ya that good then, sweetheart?”

Placing your hand in the middle of his bare chest you began to fiddle with his chest hair.  “You could say that.”  It was true, the man was very good at what he did under the covers, he never left you unsatisfied. So, ‘purring like a pussycat’ was an appropriate comparison. 

For a small moment there was a comfortable silence, the two of you laid together beneath the cozy covers, entwined in each others arms.  The only sound you could hear was the steady rhythm of the Captain’s heart and the gentle breath that escaped his lips as he began drifting to sleep. But alas, the blissful feeling of this romantic embrace dispersed when you remembered that when you would wake up in the morning, Digger would already be gone.

“Today went by so fast..”  You whispered, resting your hand flat on Digger’s chest, right over his heart.  

“That it has.”  He agreed, by the relaxed tone of his voice it was easy to tell he was fighting sleep. “I have to get up early for me flight tomorrow..”  You could tell that he was ready to go to sleep but there was a feeling of discomfort stirring inside of you. He was taking a flight first thing in the morning to begin, what he described to be, ‘a heist to top all heist’ and he didn’t know exactly when he would return. 

“I’m gonna miss you, ya know..”  You whispered, feeling a little silly for wanting to talk about feelings but you were craving reassurance that all of this was not for nothing.  “A lot, actually.”

You could hear as Digger took in a deep breath.  

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry, but…”  You buried your face into his neck, feeling a little more emotional than you normally liked to show.  “It’s just been really special, having you around lately. I hate not knowing when I’ll see you again, Digg.. You d-”

“Darlin’, comon now-” Slowly Digger unwrapped his arm from around your side and sat up. Following his lead you did the same so you could look him in the face.

“I know I’m not exactly a stable man, but you must know me intentions by now.”

A little confused by exactly what he meant you shook your head, wanting him to elaborate more. Digger burrowed his brows and was silent for a moment, taking time to process what he should say next. You crossed your legs and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.  

“I’ll be back, ya know I always come back.”

“But you’ve never really given me a reason to think you will, you just show up every few months and stay for a few weeks and then you’re on your jolly way..” 

“How have I not given you anything to have faith in, then? I always come back here, right back into your bed!”

Rolling your eyes a bit you laid down and turned your back to him, showing exactly how thrilled you were with that comment. Coming back to your bed, wow, how romantic.

Once he had realized how his wording came off as insensitive the tone in Digger’s voice melted into a more sweet and loving one. “Hey, sweetheart, listen-” He took a hold of your arm and gently pulled, trying to get you to turn back around to face him. “-You know why I’ll always be back?”

You were expecting a sexual comment, something along the lines of, “You’re ass is unbelievable” or “Who else will make me breakfast then fuck me on the kitchen table” so you refused to face his way.  Instead you stared daggers off into the other direction.

“I’ll always be back because I fucking love you.”

Taken incredibly off guard by these words you looked at him, half expecting the man to laugh his confession of love off as a cruel joke. 

“I really do love you, sweetheart..”  Putting his arms around you he pulled you into his lap and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.  “You’re stuck with me, that I swear..”

bigfunnywords  asked:

For the prompts: 52) things you said with my lips on your neck - Fitzsimmons +fluffy, please!

Hi, there! Remember how I had all this free time and still can’t manage to fulfill prompts in a timely manner? Sorry about that. :/

Also, I wrote half of this before I realized I’d written it as “things you said with your lips on my neck” but I got this prompt twice so maybe I’ll get it right next time.

100% pure, tooth-rotting fluff for you! 


“Hey,” Fitz says, looking up from the sauce he’s stirring when she walks in the door. She’s so exhausted—somehow, hours-long administrative meetings wear her out more than field work ever did—but the way his eyes light up as if he hasn’t just seen her 11 hours ago makes her heart flutter.

“Hey, yourself,” she answers, kicking off her shoes and padding into the kitchen, discarding her bag and jacket as she goes. She wraps her arms around him from behind, resting her head against his shoulder blades and breathing in deeply. “Dinner smells good,” she says, closing her eyes and feeling all the residual tension drain out of her.

He stills beneath her and then turns suddenly, capturing her lips in a kiss. He kisses her, even now, thousands of kisses later, as if each one is precious and meant to be savored. As if she deserves to be loved in a way no one has ever been loved before.

She doesn’t feel she deserves it but melts into him all the same.

“Spagbol,” he whispers as he dots kisses along her face, trailing a familiar path down her forehead, cheek, jawline. “It’s a bribe,” he mouths against her neck.

She blinks slowly, coming out of a trance she’s not ready to leave. His scent—something indefinably Fitz—mingles with the sauce bubbling on the stovetop and leaves her breathless.

“A bribe?” she asks, scrunching up her nose in confusion.

Fitz shifts back on his heels but keeps hold of her hands, clasping them to his chest. “I might have done something a bit…er, rash.”

Jemma frowns, remembering that Fitz’s plans for the day had included finishing up his part in their latest joint article and doing some grocery shopping. She couldn’t possibly fathom what rash action had resulted from that schedule.

“Okay, Jemma, but first listen. There’s this dog—”

Her mouth drops open as her eyes search around their flat for any signs of a new inhabitant. Not finding anything, she turns her gaze back to her sheepish-looking husband. “Fitz!” she starts, but he holds up a pleading hand.

“It’s not what it sounds like!” he claims, and she bites her lower lip to stop the retort that immediately threatens to form.

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Otayuri sickfic prompt

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Prompt: Otayuri sickfic  
Warnings: none besides Yuri’s language but what’s new, sfw
Word count: 1,610

Otabek is the one to tell Yuri that he has the eyes of a soldier but over the years as they get to know each other, Yuri thinks that the same could be said about Otabek too.

Otabek is strong, in every sense that Yuri can think of. He doesn’t break under the pressure of being put on a pedestal by his home country. He deals with the responsibilities of being the oldest son, taking care of his younger siblings whenever he needs to. He’s confident enough in his own masculinity that that no one gives him shit over being a figure skater or spending most of his time with the Russian fairy. And he deals with the raging hurricane that is Yuri Plisetsky, even if it gets so bad that everyone else ducks their head and leaves the room.

Otabek is strong because unlike Yuri, he knows that showing emotions and love isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s the opposite. Yuri admires him for that long before he comes to understands this.

Over the years of their friendship, they grow closer together than Yuri could have ever imagined him being with another person. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it happened because they go through so much together.
Victories and losses. Physical as emotional pain. Dealing with both, hate and ignorance form strangers that can’t respect their privates lives. Family issues, self doubts and injuries. Discovering blossoming feelings for each other and being brave enough to act on them. Long distance, heartache and fights caused by misunderstandings and insecurities.
They make it through all of that because Otabek is strong and Yuri stands always right behind him, ready to catch him if he does end up falling.

Then Otabek changes his home-rink, comes to Russia to be with Yuri and to train under Victor, something that makes both of them breathe a little easier. They no longer struggle with missing each other and fearing about loosing what they have. They can focus on their training during the day and at the end of it, they don’t have to part but go home with each other, just the two of them in their own little world.

Of cause they discover new struggles because that’s how life works and Yuri has to learn that a relationship is hard work, even if they are madly in love. They argue over Yuri eating in bed, get annoyed when the other forgets to tidy the dishwasher or go grocery shopping. They fight over Yuri getting jealous and Otabek bottling up his emotions until he snaps. They’re shocked to discover that just because they skate at the same rink now, that they absolutely shouldn’t intervene with the other ones routines before they’re finished because it leads to both of them screaming at each other from across the ice while their rink-mates stop to watch and Viktor starts being anxious about ending up as bald as Yakov is by now.
Otabek is also strong because he’s willing to forgive even when he’s still angry, Yuri always needs to calm down first.

Yuri admires Otabek for his strength that shows in more than one way.

He’s there when Otabek leaves Almaty again and misses his family when he’s in Russia with Yuri but Otabek finds compromises and ways to spend time with both of them, to keep all his loved ones in his life. Yuri is by his side when Otabek has to pull out of a important competition he’s worked so hard for and despite his disappointment that his certainly hard to swallow, he doesn’t break down like Yuri would’ve done. Yuri watches how his boyfriend falls hard on the ice during practice, twisting his knee in a way that makes him nauseous from just seeing it. When Yuri skates over to him, there are tears of pain in his brown eyes but not one whine of complain leave his lips. Yuri watches his disbelief, shaking himself, how the paramedics work on his injured leg and Otabek only grits his teeth.

Yuri knows that despite all the emotions, weaknesses and flaws Otabek isn’t afraid to show, he’s still the strongest person he’s ever met.

So imagine Yuri’s absolute shock and disbelief when his stoic boyfriend, the hero of Kazakstan and multiple GPF medalist, turns into the biggest man-child after catching something as simply ridiculous as a common cold.

He watches with big eyes how Otabek turns pouty and whiny, clinging onto him and complaining more than he usually talks within a whole week.

„But it hurts, Yura.“ Otabek cries, pulling his blanket up over his red, stuffed nose.

„That’s why I bought you medicine.“ Yuri sings and shakes the little bag, hoping to make it look alluring.

Otabek furrows his eyebrows. „That stuff’s disgusting. I don’t wanna take it.“

„Oh don’t be such a baby. You’ll feel better once you take it.“

„I don’t wanna.“ Otabek huffs and actually pouts. Yuri rolls his eyes.

„I saw that, Yura. I’m suffering over here and you’re annoyed. Don’t you love me anymore?“

„Oh god, now you sound like Viktor.“ Yuri says and puts the medicine down on Otabek’s nightstand, hoping that he can somehow convince him to take it later.

„You’re so mean, Yuri. You always complain about Viktor.“

Yuri ignores him and opens the window, letting some fresh air and sunlight in. Then he searches for his cat and drops her on Otabek’s stomach where she curls up, adding warmth to his body.

„I’d rather cuddle with you, Yura.“ Otabek mumbles while he watches Yuri collecting dirty cloths from the floor and dropping them in the hamper.
Sick Otabek apparently isn’t as tidy as healthy Otabek.

„I do love you but there is no way I’m coming near you. You’ll get me sick too and then I’ll won’t be able to train. I won’t let you steal my gold away from me again this year. Forget it.“

„You make it sound like me getting sick was one big, evil plan to throw you off your schedule by getting you sick.“ Otabek sounds actually hurt and under normal circumstances, Yuri would kiss him how until he isn’t mad any longer.

„All is fair in love and war.“ Yuri replies and sends Otabek a flying kiss from across the room. Otabek is so moody that he doesn’t even pretend to catch it.

Yuri leaves him alone for a while, cleans their apartment and goes grocery shopping, putting a lot of Otabek’s favorite food in his basket. He checks on Otabek once he’s back home but his boyfriend is asleep, the cat still keeping him company. Tip-toeing back to the kitchen, Yuri starts chopping vegetables and cooks the biggest pot of soup their kitchen has ever seen. He makes fruit salad as well and some tea, hoping that Otabek will finally feel hungry enough to eat when he wakes up.
While the food cools down, Yuri sneaks back into their bedroom and grabs the bag from the pharmacy. He can’t say that he feels bad when he spikes Otabek’s bowl with the medicine he carefully crushed into fine dust.

„Hey baby,“ he coos as he walks back into their bedroom, a big tray of food balancing on his hip. „How’s my big, whiny baby feeling now? Feeling better?“ He asks while Otabek wakes up and he smiles at him as if he’d not rather laugh at his childish boyfriend.

„I’m feeling horrible,Yura.“ Otabek pouts and sniffs his nose. A stoic hero, truly.

„Oh no, poor bear. See I made you some soup, will you do me the favor and eat some? For me?“ Yuri murmurs and flutters his eyelashes. He know’s he’s playing dirty but Otabek is slowly driving him crazy.

„Will you feed me?“

Is he taking the piss? „Of cause.“ Yuri has to bite this tongue to neither laugh or snap at this picture of misery.

He sits down on the bed next to Otabek and feeds him one spoon after another, making him swallow his medicine with a satisfied grin. „Should I chew it for you too and drop it in your mouth like a mama bird or can you handle digesting it on your own?“ Yuri can’t stop himself from asking, little shit that he is.

„Love is the best medicine.“ Otabek fires back, still pissed that Yuri refuses to cuddle him.

„Oh I wouldn’t dare taking advantage of you while you’re so weak but don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you once you’re feeling better again.“ Yuri says and wiggles is eyebrows to empathise what he means.

He eventually manages to stuff a bowl of soup, some tea and even a bit of fruit into Otabek before his luck ends. His boyfriend complains about a stuffy nose and a headache, so Yuri runs and gets him more tissues and a cold cloth for his head. It is when he leans down to place it on his forehead, that Otabek leans up and kisses him right on the mouth.

Yuri is too shocked to pull away in an instant but as soon as he does, he wonders if he would miss Otabek a lot if he strangled him with a pillow right this second.

„I love you, Yura.“ Otabek purrs happily before sinking into another nap, leaving it to Yuri to clean the dishes away.

When Yuri wakes up the next day, his head is throbbing and he can’t breath trough is nose.

„Son of a … Otabek Altin! You’re a dead man.“ He screams, intending on making his boyfriends life living hell for the next few days.

mental health month: emoji spell.

day 1 — week 1 — post it for you



pets are the source of my happiness. the way you can cuddle up to a cat, pat its fur and listen to it purr next to you calms my nerves. i don’t have a cat, but any chance i end up with one, i never leave it. some solidarity and help are always welcomed, and only cats can provide me with this.
this explains my absurd love for those creatures.

trees, or nature, are the source of my hope. sitting in the middle of nowhere while the sun is beaming down on you, while the birds sing around you, just mesmerises me and makes me feel the surges of hope left in my body running and dancing around.

the ocean is the source of strength. it shows me that there are times i need to be strong in, times i need to give life in. it dazzles me how an ocean can both hold life inside its heart and yet be able to drown the whole entire world once triggered. the mystery of it, the depth of it… looking at it keeps me going.

the stars are the source of my dignity. if you want to know anything about me, you can ask the stars for God knows they have heard me yelling my miseries the nights i can’t breathe, and singing love stories when i’m too caught up on his being. the stories i feed them lay in safe hearts billions of light years away, and sometimes on windy nights, i get some answers back.

and finally, tea, the source of my poetic soul. when i drown a cup during winter time, an inner peace takes over my limbs. the warmth of the whole cup captured between my fingers keeps me overwhelmingly stable. it’s a feeling i can’t put into words properly, but it is why i feel safe during storms, when thunder is louder than the beating of my hearts.

just-french-me-up  asked:

Something positive: Montparnasse gets all whiny and cuddly when he's exhausted. Well, not USUALLY cause he doesn't let himself go with Patron Minette, he has to preserve his reputation and shit. But when he's at Jehan's place, he'll curl around them like a needy kitten and ask for cuddles and attention

elise your posts and headcanons always cheer me up! also i totally agree with this because i think parnasse is like a cat. like one moment he’s going to be walking around like he owns the place and then the next he just wants love and cuddles. like some people will say to jehan “why are you dating him? he’s so self centered?” and jehan is like “no he’s so loving and sweet!” making the other person very confused

Hey guys!


Sooo I’m new to the studyblr community and I thought I would make a quick post about myself…

  • My name is Sophia and I’m a high school freshman
  • I love cats and cuddling (and cuddling with cats obvs)
  • I procrastinate by writing useless pretty notes
  • That’s basically it for now oops

Also here are some studyblrs that inspire me (not in any particular order and I’m definitely forgetting some but whatevs)

@halseystudy @academiix @studyign @aescademic @bookmrk @stillstudies @studyrose @studyquill @studylustre @snowystudiess @studyfulltime @seatudying @studyrelief @noteriser @journalsanctuary @studyingroses @eintsein @intellectus @studywithinspo @tbhstudying @unicaffe @equaticns @charlenestudies @createnotes @pridebulletjournal @stvdybuddies @snjstudies @obsidianstudy @somestudy @fuckstudy @oikawastudies @academiix @acadehmic @focusign @aescademic @the-girlygeek @allcutified @athenus @charstudies @studycamille @lumstudies

anonymous asked:

What do you think the inmates' ideal pets would be???

Awww, these boys deserve some cuddles~! I’m going to have multiple inmates with several different pets!

  • Cats - Jyugo, Tsukumo, Qi, Uno, Honey, Trois
  • Dogs - Nico, Liang, Uno, Trois, Musashi
  • Reptiles - Musashi
  • All Pets - ROCK (this dude loves animals so much in the manga/anime, so I can see him loving all pets)
  • Cactus - Qi (well…can you blame me for this one?)

Our cute bean which my mom decided to name “Mizie” (very creative, I know). Though most of the time I’m just calling her cutie or sweetie. 
and no, she’s not in a bad mood. In a good mood actually since she had come to me to get some cuddles on that pic. She just always looks like someone pissed her off :,(

there she is as she literally jumped up to me, pressing herself against my leg so I would give her cuddles

watching the dog

(the tiny fluffs on her ears)

where she sleeps

and our cat in her MOST POWERFUL mode.

anonymous asked:

Ardyn's inability to sleep is linked to spending a few hundred hellish years alone in Angelgard and the betrayal of everyone he loved. As a result, he's constantly on edge and unable to relax. Then, he winds up cuddling with his S/O and is out like a light for a day. He quickly finds out that he can sleep with a partner and becomes a demanding cat that gives hell for being disturbed.

:o anon you’re doing me a diabeetus!

I definitely think he doesn’t sleep like hardly at all. Some think he doesn’t sleep at all and that’s entirely possible, too. But I always figured after a while his body would just force him to rest for at least a few hours.

But I like this idea. First time it happens he’d be pretty shocked by it. And then…. well, the way you described it, he’d be exactly like my cat. Who is needy and makes getting anything done impossible because he just wants to sleep on me all the time (currently having this problem right now lol).

I love Saki so much, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to a cat before. We go outside together, we sleep together, she cuddles me pretty much all day, we’ve traveled together, she’s crossed the ocean with me. She’s cost us over £1,500. She’s very special to me and I really dread when she gets old and her time comes but she’s only 5 and I do my best to keep her healthy.

She has some separation anxiety but I really can’t blame her, given what she’s been through. She’s great

You have an evil cat who doesn’t like anybody but you (SHINEE)

Dedicated to @kpoopfreak (you requested this one I believe xD)

Onew: -it was easy your cat didn’t like people. He’d be hissed at, smacked with a tail, and get his lady stolen by the cat. But that wouldn’t stop him from chasing the cute little cat around the house. And when he got caught by you as you heard him running around upstairs and you asked him what he was doing- “nothing dear just torturing your evil cat til it loves me. The normal”

Jonghyun: -he realized when he sat down in your cat’s chair that he didn’t like people. When he was swotted at and hissed at. He was asking why he was like that and you told him your cat really liked that seat he was in- “well sucks for your cat. Cause I claimed the seat today. If he has a problem we can fight it out”

Key: -everytime he met your cat he’d be rubbed against and when he went to pet the cat he’d be attacked by it. He told you that and you told him that your cat was an angel- “never has that cat been sweet. It’s a spawn of the devil who’s forced to be nice so it’s fed”

Minho: -he went to pet your cat when he was smacked with force on the hand basically tell him to screw off. And when you sat down the hopped and cuddle close to you- “you know I could have used some love but ok. I’ll do what I do”

Taemin: -he took a seat on your coach and you went to go get drinks. Your cat soon hopped up and saw him and began hissing like crazy before running off. He sat there until you cam out and asking if he’d met your cute cat yet- “seems like a joyous creature. You know hissing at me and all”

anonymous asked:

do u know any random facts about kashitaro??? he's becoming my all time fave and I have that urge to know as much as I can abt him bc he's rlly so nice!! but idk where to start and it doesn't seem like many ppl translate his tweets which makes me :( cuz idk Japanese... thanks!!

Hi anon! I translate his tweets and stuff only rarely, like if something he says catches my eye ;_; (though I do that with basically everyone outside of ATR…)
I know a few facts I guess? :O
-He has two white cats named Mimi and Pon and they are the loves of his life www Seriously he adores them and they adore him too. He posts a lot of pics of him waking up to find they’re cuddling with his arm and stuff :P
-He really loves jeans for some reason? He talks about jeans and how many pairs he owns and such fairly regularly.
-He likes to go to parks to relax and write music
-He loves reading and has read A LOT of books
-His unit “Itowokashi” consists of him and the producer LeftyMonsterP, who he has known since middle school (iirc?)

That’s about all I got at the moment but I hope there was some new stuff there for you at least!!

My Little Sloth (drabble)

(Wow these titles just get better and better.)

Summary: Neko!Dan loves listening to Phil making his YouTube videos and falls asleep against the bedroom door.

Word count: 777

Tw: literally nothing.

(Context- nekos are hybrids of a cat and a human. Here neko!Dan has cat ears on top of his head, a long fluffy tail and small kitten teeth. He also displays some characteristics of a cat, such as sleepiness and playfulness.)

“I’m going to be filming later so you can keep yourself entertained in here, okay?” Phil said to Dan who was currently sat on the other side of the sofa watching some neko tv program. He didn’t understand why Dan found it entertaining but whenever he put it on Dan’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“How long will it take?” Dan asked a little absentmindedly.

“A couple hours, don’t worry I’ll edit it tomorrow so we can still have cuddles before sleep” Phil knew that Dan would be upset if he had to go to bed without Phil there.

Dan usually went to sleep a lot earlier than Phil but they cuddled in bed and then Phil would go on his laptop, mindlessly browsing with Dan snuggled into his side.

Other times they would watch a movie in the living room. Dan tried to stay awake but he usually just ended up falling into slumber about a quarter way through. Phil would laugh quietly shaking his head and wake him up when the film is finished so they can make their way to bed.

Dan nodded back as Phil went to make lunch as Dan was inevitably going to whine that he is hungry when the tv show is over.


It was a while later when Phil decided that he’d make a start on filming. It was only going to be a talky vlog with a few costume changes today so he didn’t think it’d be too difficult.

Dan was occupied with his painting in the living room so he would be fine for a couple hours alone. However Phil had also given Dan a few games and recorded some tv shows and prepared snacks in case he got bored.


After about twenty minutes Dan paused his brush strokes. He loved to sneek outside of Phil’s bedroom to listen to him making a video and he definitely planned on doing that today.

He looked down at his artwork before adding a few finishing touches and putting the things away. Then he tiptoed across the carpet in the hallway to Phil’s bedroom. Luckily the door was closed so he could sit against it and listen to the smooth sound of Phil talking in between messed up lines and sputtering.

Dan was very content with just sitting there listening, his ears forward, swiveling slightly as he tries to catch on to every word. He grinned at some of the things that Phil was mentioning, recalling memories from the past fortnight.

It was taking Phil much longer than he thought to record enough content for the video. He just couldn’t seem to get some things right and had to re-record large chunks of it where he’d slurred on a word and been taken completely off track. He carried on, determined to finish it that night.

Dan had become sleepy and a little restless on the other side of the door. He slumped down, almost laying, and decided to rest his eyes for a bit. With the mixture of his tiredness and Phil’s voice he quickly fell asleep awkwardly against the door.


Phil had finally finished at around 11pm. He knew that he’d gone over time and Dan would probably be very grumpy or maybe even he’d decided to  just sleep in his own room (which was really his ‘old room’ as he shared with Phil now).

When Phil opened the door, which was weirdly heavier than usual, to go see where Dan was; he didn’t expect to see the younger passed out on the floor in front of him. He giggled quietly to himself. He knew when he’d first told Dan about YouTube that Dan had listened to him make his videos. It was cute and endearing that he still did.

Phil decided that he’d have to wake him up as he couldn’t sleep on the floor all night. He kissed Dan’s forehead and nose and tickled his tummy a little. Dan, being a light sleeper, squirmed opening his eyes slowly. He smiled when he saw Phil’s face above him and reached up to wrap his arms around his neck.

“Come on love, lets go to bed” Phil said. The arms around his neck just hugged tighter as Dan leaned up to capture his lips.

“Carry me please” Dan suggested. He lifted his legs to cling on to Phil’s lower back and wrapped his tail around Phil’s thigh.

Phil saw no other way around this so he just gave in “okay then, my little sloth”. He felt Dan relax against him as he held the him and carried him to their bed. “We can cuddle now”


A/N: I got this idea from a prompt that I saw on 'Phanfic’ but it was months ago now so I won’t link it. I just fancied some 1am/2am writing. I think it turned out well. I have no idea what the whole sloth thing is but it’s kinda endearing right?
   Also I had to Google 'cat body language’ and 'cute ways to wake up your boyfriend’ for this. Love me.

Thanks ^ω^

  • Me: Where are my brownies
  • Me: Oh, there right here.\
  • Me: The fuck do you want
  • Me: theres not enough food here
  • Me: I want pizza
  • Me: nobody fucking touch me
  • Me: Maybe if I order pizza the pizza guy will hangout with me
  • Me: Ouch my uterus
  • Me: OW
  • Me: Lets watch some Doctor Who
  • Me: *cries at the intro*
  • Me: *cries at funny parts*
  • Me: *cries in general*
  • Me: Can I be done now
  • Me: I'm cold
  • Me: Someone should come hangout with me
  • Me: Fuck I'm so alone
  • Me: *sobs into my cat*
  • Me: Fuck this shit

ruby-da-espeon  asked:

I need fluff😍😍😍 How about RFA + V and Saeran on cuddling with MC??? I heckinf love cuddles. I do it with my cat ^_^'

Mod’s note: Y E S. I’m always ready for some good fluffy snugs. This’ll be sfw since cuddling is good and pure. Also your cat is lucky and if they don’t appreciate the snugs how d a r e. (I try to cuddle my cats but one only likes laying on me and the other to a kitten so too hyper)


  • He’d wrap you up in his arms, press you against him, play with your hair, scratch behind your ears, listen to your purr- oh wait that’s Elizabeth
  • On a serious note, he wouldn’t always be wanting touch (usually too focused on… well, being Jumin)
  • When he does want affection, he want to hold you and place his chin on your shoulder or head
  • If you’re standing he’ll bend down with you in his arms and gently rest his chin on your hair
  • If you’re laying he’ll hold you and place kisses into your hair
  • He doesn’t like to be spooned much, but sometimes he needs it


  • He’d want to be all romantic about it the first time
  • Candles, mood music, rose petals scattered everywhere (how did he stick hem to the ceiling?) 
  • “Zen, we’re just cuddling.”
  • “Mc, it has to be romantic.”
  • “Your rose petals are on fire.” [high pitched screeching]
  • He ends up just cuddling you constantly
  • Will hold you whenever he gets the chance
  • Cooking? He’s gotta have his arms around your waist
  • Shopping? You guys are stopping in the aisle and he’s holding you
  • At a cafe? At some point you’re sitting on his lap and you have no say
  • (unless you’re uncomfortable, your comfort comes first to him)


  • He’d be constantly asking to cuddle you
  • He’d just jump and around and ask over and over until you caved
  • At first he’d want to hold you to feel manly
  • but then he’d be the one caving and ask you to hold him
  • He fits perfectly in your arms and you just gotta curl around him
  • You guys would be snuggling watching a romantic movie
  • Comfort him when he cries about the girl losing trust for the guy
  • Then deal with him when he grips you tightly because they end up happy in the end
  • Just protect this boy
  • Love this boy and make him happy


  • She loves them
  • She especially loves cuddling you while watching a tape of Zen’s performance
  • Secretly loves it when you cuddle up to her while she’s working
  • “I’m very busy, MC. I have to get this work done.”
  • yet she doesn’t move or try to push you away
  • she loves it
  • The only way she ends up getting enough sleep is when you’re cuddling


  • We all know he’s going to want cuddles
  • Super energetic cuddles to prove his intense love!!!
  • Will kiss your face all over and speak in between each kiss
  • Want to make sure his MC is happy
  • When he’s stressed he’ll try to push you away
  • but it doesn’t work
  • He cares so much and will cuddle you however you want
  • Plays with your hair because oh wow so soft
  • Seeks out your affection 25/8
  • Let’s be serious, he’s the most affectionate and clingy out all of them


  • So gentle
  • This boy would hold you and treat you like you’re his world or sun
  • Little carresses and quick pecks while holding you from behind
  • He’d rub his thumb against your cheek when you face him
  • Sweet sappy words
  • Honestly, this boy would just want to take care of you and protect you
  • Safest place is his arms, quick hold him


  • When you ask to cuddle he gets immediately flustered
  • He covers his face out of instinct to hide his blush
  • “It’s just cuddling, you can do it.”
  • He doesn’t know where to put his hands since nobody cuddled him before
  • MC has to end up spooning him and he’s hiding his face the entire time
  • “You’re so cute!” “Shut up.”
  • The precious baby ends up turning around and burying his face in your chest
  • He clings for dear life to you
  • From then on he’s constantly touching you and wanting to cuddle at all times

anonymous asked:

what would dating Mike include?

Dating Mike would include:

  • Good morning texts
  • Lots of romantic selfies
  • Sexual innuendos in every conversation you have
  • So much PDA
  • Calling him fuckboi teasingly whenever he says or does something dumb
  • “Mike, I’m cold.”
  • “I can think of a few ways to get warm.”
  • “One of those ways better be getting me a blanket, fuckboi.”
  • Pet names like “sweetheart”, “light of my life”, “my lovely” used by him non ironically
  • Stopping to pet every dog you see on walks with him
  • Putting your freezing feet on his bare legs when you’re sleeping together
  • “Mike, I know you like Taylor Swift, you can stop trying to hide it.”
  • Going to sex shops together just to make fun of some of the things in there
  • Sleepy, nonsexual showers together
  • “But why would we get a cat when we can get a dog?”
  • Snowball fights every time it snows
  • Getting your limbs tangled up every time you cuddle because Mike loves to be as close to you as possible