ideal end game scarian in fic isn’t them being super cutesy to me. I want them to continue bickering and teasing and riling each other up and it’ll be flirting because that’s who they are. they’re both little gremlin creatures who require regular enrichment in the form of being a pest and a menace.
I want them to make out sloppy style at the monthly hermit party and take breaks to argue over who brought the best snack for the buffet table. I want their wedding to be an absolute disaster style wise because both of them were too stubborn to back down on whatever aesthetic they had decided on. I want long nights of tender touches interspersed with bickering about block palettes.
I want them knowing that at the end of the day the arguing and teasing are just both of them posturing, wanting to impress each other, wanting to be interesting and to have the other’s attention.
I want them having each other’s backs when it counts and being absolutely ready to sell each other to satan for one corn chip the rest of the time
I’m in love with this gif. The way the cat is tucked in and kneads the air. How they immediately reaches for the teddy bear. How it’s lodged into the cat lovingly. The way the cat holds it. The face. The face the cat makes squished up against the toy. The way the cat grips it. The cat looking back on the audience at the end. I could stare at this gif for an hour straight and still be enraptured by it. Fucking Cozy.gif