#SOOOO CUTE

[hmxoxomadferit]

YES SMILE FOR US KING WE LOVE YOU

[herigo]

[8creative-chaos8]

♡♡♡Hello everyone♡♡♡

Ah, I couldn't pass by this charming baby either🥹

Oh..my god.. my Sheila..😭🩷🩷🩷

@stychu-stych This is for you 🥹🩷🎀

[heliumcake]

got tired of drawing chibis so i drew mitsuba

[alltimecharlo]

Yk the thing where if a cat falls asleep in your lap, you feel like you can’t move/disturb them? Can you do a ficlet where Mack falls asleep on top of Will so he’s stuck? And like Will cancels plans with Toff bc of it. Teasing ensues of course

(Maybe abo?)

cute cute cute!! i went with abo! this is omega mack and alpha will :) 🩵

Mack falls asleep on him mid-movie, which, honestly, isn’t unusual. What’s unusual is the sound.

Will freezes the moment he hears it. A soft, rhythmic hum vibrating low against his chest, right over his sternum, where Mack has somehow ended up sprawled across him like a weighted blanket in a hoodie. His cheek’s pressed to Will’s t-shirt, nose tucked just below Will’s collarbone, one arm slung limply across his stomach.

And he’s purring.

Like. Actually purring.

Will doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. He cranes his neck slowly to glance down and, yep, there it is—Macklin Celebrini, most competitive rookie in the league, secret overthinker, alpha-annoying overachiever, dead asleep and purring softly like some oversized, exhausted cat.

“Oh my god,” Will whispers.

He’s never heard it before. Has only read about it in those late-night forums where other alphas post things like “My omega purred for the first time, what does it mean?” and a hundred strangers show up to say things like “He trusts you” or “You’re his safe space now.”

Will’s heart does something strange and soft in his chest.

Mack had been running himself into the ground lately. First one on the ice. Last one off. More reps than anyone, more tape to study, always trying to prove that being drafted top wasn’t a fluke. Will had tried to say something, once or twice, but Mack would just blink at him and say, “I’m fine,” even when he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.

Apparently he just needed to crash.

And he chose Will to do it on.

The movie drones on. Will can’t even remember what it is—something Delly recommended, probably, some weird true crime documentary that neither of them were paying attention to after the first ten minutes. Will’s phone buzzes on the coffee table, and he just barely manages to stretch his free arm and snag it without jostling Mack.

Toff

yo u guys still coming or what

Will glances down. Mack snuffles softly in his sleep, face smushed against Will’s chest like a pillow he never wants to give up. His purr thrums steadily through Will’s ribs, warm and weirdly hypnotic.

He types back with one hand.

Will

can’t. mack is asleep on top of me and he’s purring.

The dots appear almost instantly. Then:

Toff

Lmaooo

Toff

U are literally a mattress now congrats

Toff

God i hope you have to pee

Toff

I’m telling Eky. This is gold.

Will rolls his eyes and gently puts his phone down, shifting just enough to tuck a throw blanket over Mack’s back. He doesn’t wake. Just nuzzles a little deeper, purr hitching for a second before settling again.

Will exhales slowly.

He could move. Technically. But Mack looks peaceful in a way he almost never does—not even post-game, not even in their quietest moments—and Will would rather be buried alive under six feet of offensive zone drills than risk disturbing that.

So he stays put. Lets his arm curl a little tighter around Mack’s back. Threads his fingers into the soft fabric of Mack’s hoodie, just to keep them there. He even closes his eyes for a while, content to be still, to feel every little vibration of trust and comfort humming through him like a lullaby.

Eventually, Mack stirs.

It’s subtle. A twitch of fingers. A sleepy exhale. His nose scrunches slightly against Will’s shirt before he lifts his head, blinking slowly like he’s forgotten where he is.

“…Did I fall asleep?”

Will smiles. “Yeah. You were purring.”

Mack goes still.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You were. Like, full-on motorboat mode.”

“I don’t purr.”

“Babe,” Will says, grin stretching wider. “You made me cancel our plans with Toff because I couldn’t move. You purr.”

Mack groans and drops his face back down onto Will’s chest. “Kill me.”

“Never,” Will says cheerfully. “You felt safe. It was cute as hell.”

“You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

A long pause.

Then, muffled: “Shut up.”

Will kisses the top of his head.

♡

[clarkewayne]

Nicholas Duvernay as Zion Lindsey in

THE WHITE LOTUS (2021 - PRESENT) ↳ Season 03, Episode 08 — "Amor Fati"

[bluexblossomxdays]

fun date idea: i come to ur house and talk about sleep token

[kanaeink]

Baby Dratini 💙

[hiraiarchive]

[2WICE's DATE Season 4] Ep. MOMO & TZUYU

[ghostlykitty-art]

still not over the fact that they named their daughter danielle ......

[jooyeonnie]

hyungu + cats! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

[foibles-fables]

Guerrilla Games Holiday Art 2023 (Ilya Golitsyn)

[casualfoxwitch]

[earththings]

[ecstarry]

"I swear, it's destiny" a Valentine's story / @v7lgar @del-stars @moon-seas @star4daisy

James woke up excited. He had been in a better mood for the past month—all thanks to someone named Regulus Black.

He had never seen the man, but there was just something about him.

It all started a month ago when James moved to a new place, but his mail kept being delivered to his old address. The new tenant, Regulus Black, in an act of what James exclusively refers to as destiny, searched James’ name and found his phone number. His friends insist it wasn’t fate, just basic research skills.

James profoundly refuses that statement.

Their first interaction was incredibly brief. Regulus texted him—a short introduction and a request for an address to redirect James’ mail.

James still doesn’t know what possessed him to reply the way he did. Instead of simply giving his address, he made a joke about Regulus buying him dinner before just showing up at his place. James couldn’t explain how he knew—Regulus’ responses were far from enthusiastic—but god, there was something that made both of them come back every day.

So, they kept texting. And each time Regulus asked for his address, James would find an excuse to change the subject. Texts turned into calls.

The first time they spoke on the phone, there was a long stretch of silence. Just taking it in—the quiet they now shared. James’ heart raced at the sound of background noise, the proof that Regulus was real, there, on the other side of the line.

Their next call was even quieter, both too nervous to speak. Avoiding eye contact with their screens as if they were face to face. They hung up, and immediately, James texted him.

Friday, two weeks from now. I’ll come pick up my mail.

And so, here he was. February the 14th, Valentine’s Day. James Potter, standing at Regulus Black’s doorstep, holding flowers, wine, a box with everything needed for his vodka pasta recipe—and absolutely no intentions of picking up any mail.

Before he could even knock, the door swung open.

“Took you long enough. I’m Regulus.”

James knew he was right all along. It had to be destiny.

[subbwoofer]

Definitely Yeji's idea 😹😹