ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, texts w bsf!hitoshi (who defo likes you but is scared to say it)
a/n: holy shit my first writing/smau in almost two weeks sorry guys i’ve been real busy. hope everyone had a good thanksgiving (if celebrated) but yk this smau is pretty dry because shinsou’s just rlly fucking nervous around them lmao
I've been consuming a lot of Cat in the Hat in the year 2025 like the one rap battle,,, just a week ago I watched the 1971 or,, no idea what year it was but you know what I'm talking about! the short! And now the trailer!!! And I even have a pen of him but I like, never posted about him! Which is kinda crazy cuz I've posted things about I barely give a shit about. Honestly I love DR. Suess but I never posted cuz I low-key shy about that 🥀🥀🥀 thx for reading!!!!
Also here is 4 different cats in the hats
There is some screenshots of cat in the cat under the cut,, idk bro
Inconvenience after inconvenience, he’s done with it, beyond fed up by this point. Habit has officially run out of patience— and his current nemesis?
A bunny who reminds him a little too much of someone he knows.
!! Habit x GN! Reader !!
-> The drabble from the prompts I posted ^3^ enjoy ! ->
Divider by @dividersnook11
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Habit was having the worst fucking week of his life.
Firstly, you- for whatever reason- had been erased off the face of the earth. None of his messages had even been opened, and your location wasn’t popping up. Which meant that you were either kidnapped in a basement or your phone had died again, and you’d forgotten a charger.
You were a stage six clinger. The most severe case of love sickness he’d ever seen.
It didn’t make sense. You’d get sad when he left the bed to piss at night, and whined if he didn’t let you come with. The last time he replied to your text three hours late, you had genuinely been in tears.
And his inbox had been a wasteland for over eight.
Not only had his painstakingly maintained pet gone off the rails, but his lunch had been consistently shit for the past five days.
The randoms had a terrible diet, and they drank way too much. It was equivalent to expired takeout at best.
On top of all that, he had apparently picked up a stalker somewhere along the way.
Every corner he turned, a shadow would be on his trail. Each street he crossed, footsteps would be close behind. He couldn’t shake the perpetrator- and trust him, he’s tried.
He couldn’t stand looking over his shoulder, couldn’t bear the sight without gritting his teeth in rage. The stupid thing wouldn’t stop staring. With its big eyes, its round body, and dumb fucking fluffy ears—
Alright, so what if his mortal enemy was a dwarf rabbit?
Habit had been attempting to lose the bunny all day, yet no matter what he did, it would always end up a few paces behind him.
Sprinting down the block? It was already waiting at the curb. Jogging through the woods? It’d be next to him pronto. What about taking convoluted turns and blending into the crowd? He could spot its tail from here.
He was at his wits' end. Borderline seething when he finally spun around to see it exactly where he thought it’d be. About an arm's length away sat a small rabbit, barely tall enough to reach his ankle.
A vein was going to burst out of the side of his neck. “What the fuck do you want?” He snapped, only to be met with wind.
It blinked at him, nose twitching before it hopped closer, head butting his foot. It kept jumping on the spot, trying to climb onto his boot. Falling off due to the slant, just to attempt again.
He was actually starting to frown. This was pathetic. Crouching down, he squinted at the animal, clicking his tongue.
“Go home.”
Nothing.
He scowled.
“Shoo.”
Silence.
Pinching his nose bridge, he groaned so loud it echoed through the street. Sure, it might appear insane to onlookers, but he knew it was sentient. It was too fucking annoying not to be.
Like- shit, maybe it was a spy sent by stickman himself. He wouldn’t put it past the lanky fucker, and this definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing he’s been through.
He couldn’t even kill it because you’d probably break up with him. You had a weird telepathy thing regarding bunnies. Not humans. Only bunnies.
Because of course you did.
He jabbed a finger onto its head, index squished between its ears. “Go. Home.” Yet, it did nothing but nuzzle into his touch. He sighed heavily, plucking the bunny up by the body.
Its feet kicked a tad, and he held it at eye level. “If you don’t leave, I’m gonna’ have rabbit for dinner.” A stare-down of the century.
It wiggled, clearly wishing to be placed back down. He had assumed it’d finally prioritized its life- except that the second he released the thing, it returned to thumping against his shoe almost immediately. Would it really be that bad if he just ate it?
Dragging both palms down his face, he tensed his entire body, deflating with a sharp huff. He peered down at the animal. Why did this feel familiar?
Stupid thumping. No self-preservation. Not a single thought behind its eyes, but oddly aware. Clingy- annoying. Yet he hadn’t killed it. Too soft, too trusting…?
Holy shit. It was just like you.
An idea sparked, and he kneeled once more, smirking. “Ya’ know what? I changed my mind.” The rabbit was swiftly picked up, scooped into his palm, before he straightened himself. “You’re gonna’ help me with something.”
His boots thudded onto the pavement as he began making his way home, the horizon beginning to tint with orange. If you didn’t feel up to responding, he’d simply use your moronic human empathy against you.
The walk back was unceremonious. A quick stroll that took less than fifteen minutes. After the doors were locked, his coat hung on the rack- it was time to weaponize the bunny.
The stray had been surprisingly complacent so far. It never struggled when he maneuvered it around and didn’t do much aside from trying to chase his touch.
He’d placed the rabbit on the vanity along with a couple of cut grapes. Snapping a picture and sending it to you with one text.
[ Found it outside. It’s sick and dying. ]
He was lying out of his ass, sure, but that didn’t matter. You cried over fucking compilations of sad pet videos. You were going to freak out, spam call him, and rush over. He would bet money on it.
However, after five minutes, there was nothing. Then it was ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty-
Habit was about to start prowling the area for shady white vans.
Sprawled on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, he leaned back onto his hands. Squinting at the bunny still nibbling away, “You were supposed to fix this.” He said, accusatively.
His eyes were burning holes into the tiny animal, and it paused mid-chew. Hopping to the ledge, it jumped off. He watched the bunny land with a thump, gaze following the thing when it bounced over to him.
It hopped twice beside his foot, head darting back and forth between his leg and the mattress. He scoffed. “Jesus fuck. Why do people even keep you bitches around, huh?”
That seemed to be offensive, apparently, and it stomped the ground. Nose twitching rapidly as he grabbed the pet. He set it down on the covers next to him. “There.” Though it appeared that his aid wasn’t what it wanted.
The rabbit hadn’t ceased its efforts, hopping onto his thigh, then scratching at the hem of his shirt. Habit scowled.
“Listen here, you little shit-” Wrapping his hand around its body, he shook it slightly. Hunched over to glare at its stupid, fluffy face.
“The only reason you’re alive is because I’m using you right now. The second I’m done, your ass is grass.” It squirmed in his grasp, pushing up towards his mouth. He rolled his eyes and dropped it lazily back onto the sheets. Rising to his feet, but not before calling over his shoulder. “Stay. Or else I’m throwing you to the raccoons.”
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and the shower pipes creaked to life. He stretched his neck to the side, grunting under the water.
Habit planned out the ways he’d break into your house.
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This was not going great.
When you had taken a fortune cookie from the sweet lady on the street, the last thing you were expecting was to be cursed. At least, you think that’s what this was.
It wasn’t awful being a bunny, just inconvenient. It happened so fast, you barely had time to register the fine print.
One minute, you were peacefully sitting on your porch; the next, everything was comically larger. All you remembered was that it read along the lines of “True Loves Kiss Will Break The spell.”
You couldn’t even go back inside to call for help because the doorknob was too high. The only option was to find your saviour on foot.
Unfortunately for you, your true love was very stubborn. He didn’t coo at animals or snuggle them, which made it extremely difficult to achieve said kiss.
You tried finding a sticky note to scratch words into- you could bite the paper or something. Yet every time you got close to anything on the vanity, he would snatch it out of your way.
Rattling on about “The destruction of property” and “Go chew on a carrot, dumbass.” He didn’t even give you a carrot. He gave you grapes.
You thumped your foot in irritation, scanning the room. You could hear the shower still going, so at least you could move freely for now. You could, in theory, just wait for him to sleep. Jump and press yourself to his lips. But that was relying on the fact that he went to bed in the first place.
Your boyfriend had a heavily sporadic sleep schedule. He stayed up most nights, and when he did finally rest, it was usually because you wanted to cuddle. Why must Habit be so weird?
Shuffling on the spot, you wracked your brain with all the energy you could muster. You needed to tell him you were… well, you. Communication. Paper? No, that was all the way across the room. You couldn’t talk, and he wouldn’t do it on his own. There weren’t any objects to spell out words either.
His phone caught your attention.
It was plugged in on the nightstand. Right there, only a few hops away. Technically.
The problem was that the table wasn’t snug to the bed. There was a gap, thoughtless to a human, but mighty for a rabbit. You would need to calculate your steps carefully, with no room for error.
If you fell, you’d be stuck- and who knows when you’d get another chance to reach his phone? You had memorized his passcode; all that was left to do was actually get there.
Moving back, you aligned yourself with the table. One clean jump. A leap of faith. You pushed off your hind legs, driving forward with every muscle in your body tensed.
The sheets rustled slightly beneath your feet, and you surged off the edge of the mattress. It was as if time had slowed, your frame soaring through the air, wind in your fur.
You made contact with the cool wood, but your lower half began slipping. The gap was larger than you’d thought, adrenaline seizing you fiercely. In a last-ditch effort to haul yourself up, you shot out to the side, sinking your teeth into the lamp cord. Then, with the rubber in your mouth, you swayed to build momentum, scrambling to throw your body onto the nightstand.
You hooked a foot onto the ledge, shoving away from the wire to propel yourself fully. You flopped over, stomach to the ceiling, while you panted. Oh, god. Perhaps you’d just live as a bunny forever.
No. Focus.
Shaking your head, ears swishing, you whirled to stand. However, when you finally tapped his phone, it remained dark.
Damn your small fluff-covered limbs.
Okay, you could work with this. You pitched downward, using your nose to press against the screen. The glow of his background was like glory behind glass, and you cheered silently.
Scooting across the device, you punched in each number one by one, getting past the lockscreen. His notes app filled your view, nose diving to deliver your urgent message—
“How the hell did you unlock my phone?”
No. This could not be happening. Please, this could not be happening. You were hoisted away from the glass, and you wanted to scream.
Never in all your years did you believe you could despise his logic as you do currently. Habit and his stupid, stupid smug face. You hated him. You wanted to bite him.
You were going to bite him.
His interested leer met your enraged one, and you lunged your mouth lower. Giving his skin a sharp nip, it wiped his grin off instantly. Habit tossed you onto the bed, rough when you rolled due to the force.
“Bad rabbit.” He snarled, lip curled up in annoyance. His eyes were cruel as he leaned down. “I tried being nice, but you just had to be a cunt, right? Have fun with the dogs.”
He went to grab you, and you ducked out of the way. Hopping with as much power as you could- if he couldn’t understand you, hopefully he’d feel your desperation. You jumped in circles, frantic. The display made him falter, and you prayed his instincts would kick in. Straightening his spine, he cocked his head to the right.
“Were you dropped coming out or something?” Murmuring, he ran his tongue along his teeth, crossing his arms.
He ruminated for a moment, then he snagged his phone off the nightstand, holding it out loosely. “This is what you want?” He crouched, elbows resting on the bed, while he angled the device toward you.
The keyboard was still displayed, your nose tapping hurriedly to type. With each letter hit, Habit became more and more fascinated. His gaze switched between you and the screen, brow arched. Bunnies were learning English now; that’s new.
He glanced at the wall, waiting, and when you pulled away from his phone, he flipped it around.
“Bonbon help.”
The air was stone-still, your shared space quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Habit’s lips were parted, shock brazen in his expression. “… Sweethearts?” When you hopped once, he huffed dryly. “No fuckin’ way.” Climbing onto the sheets, he sat with his legs folded in front of you, eyes narrowed. “You’re a bunny.” You nodded (kind of), and he snorted, slapping a palm over his mouth.
Your boyfriend borderline fell over, cackling, almost in tears. He exhaled loudly a minute later, combing his fingers through his hair. “Shit- how did that happen?” You stomped, frustrated, and he grunted in response. “Right. Um, can we… fix it?” Your head bumped into his knee, ears darted up.
“Up?” Your nose twitched, and he held you with both palms, having you raised near his face.
The change in how he handled you was evident, making you wiggle in his hands. “Now what?” He rasped, his pupils flicking over you before you nudged closer.
“Don’t fucking tell me you need true love's kiss.” He snorted, just to be silenced by your tiny face squishing against his lips. For a deafening moment, dread creeping in as you stayed the same, you two stared at one another. Until he blinked, and you were yanked from his grip by an invisible force.
You spun, floating as you built speed. Then, in a bright flash, human limbs popped out from the glowing bubble in front of him, the light receding to reveal the features he’d come to recognize.
You hovered, suspended for a beat, before your body dropped. Habit caught you swiftly, and you squeaked upon landing on his chest.
Throwing your arms around his neck, you whined pitifully. “Bitty, you have no idea what I went through.” He smelled like soap, his warmth making you bury your face into his shoulder.
“How do you even get into this bullshit?” He mumbled, palm flush to the curve of your spine. “I don’t know!” Your cry was exasperated, and you withdrew, meeting his eye.
“There was this lady, and she was like, ‘Do you want a cookie?’ And I said yeah ‘cause I like fortune cookies.”
Your distress had him chuckling, hushing you with a lazy grin. “This is why we don’t take food from strangers, dummy.” He gave your hair a pet, and you pouted. “How are you so calm about this?”
“Because you’re an idiot, and this could literally only fuckin’ happen to you.”
“You are not allowed to be mean to me. You threw me earlier.”
Head lolling back, he sighed. Half-lidded as he peered at you. “I didn’t throw you, crybaby. You barely bounced.” You frowned, going to argue your point— a breeze from the open window had goosebumps lining your skin. “Love the birthday suit, though. It’s fun.” He clicked his tongue, patting your bare ass.
You gasped at his words, self-awareness catching up to you. “Oh my god, where are my clothes?” You had forgotten entirely about that part of the transformation and assumed they had simply turned in fur.
You’ve been naked all day.
Habit snickered and pinched your cheek, voice low. “Can’t believe you’ve been walking around like that, bonbon. I mean, I’m all for self-empowerment, but fuck- in broad daylight?”
You smacked his arm, glaring at him. Yet it didn’t do much; all he could see was the whispers of a pom-pom tail and rounded ears. “That wasn’t my fault! It was the fortune cookie.” He hummed mockingly.
“Yeah. Totally.”
“It was! Stop doing that.”
“I’m agreeing with you, isn’t that what you want?”
Unpopular opinion but i HATE when people baby Liu and make half of his personality based on sullys existence. No Liu would not start crying at every tiny problem and resort to Sully to help him out, NO Sully wouldn't front with some "How dare you make him cry" Bs. And NO Liu doesn't bring sully up 24/7 "oh he'll be mad that I got drunk.." what in the omegaverse. Liu is a GROWN man who can handle himself and isn't co-dependant on sully. Thank you very much.
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