Mao Mao imagines!

Ashe - They/Them  - I write imagines for Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure heart!! Requests are open!! [Requests: 45]

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Multilingual! S/O - Mao Mao

Request: what would happen if mao Mao's S/O were to be multiligual and used names like "mon Ange" and "mi amor para siempre"? how would he react? would he also try and learn the languages?

Oh, Mao Mao is multilingual too! Well, he’s actually bilingual: English and Mandarin are his two languages.

He doesn’t know Spanish or French that well though, save for a few words like “yes” and “hello.”

So, he absolutely has to Google Translate your petnames.

He’s not gonna ask you what they mean, of course. He’s too prideful for that!

His history is a complete mess of misspellings.

“Monage google translate”

“Manoj google translate”

“Monaje google translate”

He’s elated when he finally figures out how to spell it, but he’s quickly reduced to a flustered mess once he reads what it means.

Him? An angel?

Okay, you’ve got him hooked now. He starts secretly writing down the pet names you use for him so that he can look them up later.

If you look through his dresser, you’ll find hundreds of scrap papers, littered with poorly spelled terms of endearment.

It’s like a little game to him, and he never wants to stop playing.

You can tell when exactly he learns the meaning to a word. The first time you use it, he might smile a little bit. But one day, he’ll just get really flustered about you using it.

He decides early on that he wants to learn Spanish. He’s such a romantic that you’d think he wants to learn French; however, he just...loves the way that Spanish rolls of the tongue. He thinks it sounds nicer.

Also, he hates how many vowels French uses! He thinks it’s annoying. He’ll absolutely tease you about it when you guys are farther into your relationship.

He loves sharing a common language with you that no one else in Pure Heart Valley knows. It's like a little secret language where you two can be private.

(Badgerclops knows Spanish, but Mao Mao doesn’t need to know that. BC honestly thinks it’s nice that Mao Mao can be so open and loving with you. He also likes to listen in on the tea when y’all talk shit about people in Spanish.)

Mao Mao sounds really good when he speaks Spanish. You really have to hold yourself back from kissing him sometimes.

If you’re not a native English speaker, he’s 100% ready to help you if you ever forget a word in English.

He’s not as helpful with idioms, though. Like, the ones he thinks of always get the point across, but it’s never the exact one you’re looking for.

Sometimes Snugglemagne will send him wine-drunk texts in French, and he’ll always come to you for translation.

“Is he in trouble? Does he need our help?”

“No, I think he’s just ranting to you about his ex.”

“Does he need help with his ex?”

“No, I mean from what I can tell, he just misses him? Everything is misspelled.”

“Is it really? I mean, it looks fine to me. Isn’t French just vowel soup?” he teases.

You punch him lightly, “Tais-Toi!”

He chuckles, “Wanna spell that one out for me?”

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Field Mouse - Mao Mao

Request: Mao Mao with timid fluffy animal s/o that works as a florist. Love to see something with a damsel in distress situation, bet Mao Mao would jump at that chance to please.

You wrap the rough twine around the stems of your flowers, tying them together gently. You hum along gently to the music playing through your shop, swinging your legs to the beat of the music. You pick up a single hyacinth, moving it over to make another bouquet. You repeat the process, picking up flowers one-by-one. It’s difficult to make such large decorations when you have such tiny paws! Most people would think that a field mouse would be perfect for the job, and to an extent, they’d be right. It goes without saying that being a florist has been your life goal; however, it sure does take a while! You watch Ol’ Blue walk past the wide glass of your shop, and you wave gently at him. He spares you a rare smile and a wave before moving along to his own work space. You swing your legs with a newfound happiness. Yes, you really do love working here. 

Suddenly, your paws are wet. You look around your desk to find the source, only to spy your water thimble on its side. That’s...strange. How did it fall over? Maybe you hit it when you were picking up a flower? But...that doesn’t make sense. It fell over while you were tying the flowers, and you didn’t feel yourself hit it. The answer finds you before you can process it: a deafening crack rings out through your shop, leaving you dazed and confused. Dust particles hit you like a dirty tidal wave, blinding you and causing you to cough out what fragments you can. You wave your paws in front of your face, trying to remove the debris from your breathing space. Suddenly you feel yourself being lifted out of your chair, and then out of your shop. What little reprieve gained from being removed from the suffocating debris is soon replaced with fear as you’re put face to face with an extraordinarily tall monster. Your eyes dart frantically around its form, struggling to observe it directly. Three blank eyes peer into your soul, sending shivers down your spine. You’re spurred to life once you see its thick tongue dart out from between its lips. You struggle fruitlessly against its crushing grip: it seems to tighten its grip as you struggle. Yet, you can’t help but try and escape. What else can you do? Your small claws scrape uselessly against its thick scales: you doubt it can even feel the tiny assault. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice calls to you from below. 

You crane your neck as much as you can to try and find the source of the noise. Your eyes dart frantically around the town below as you try and bite back your fear. Then, your eyes land on the man of your affections. Mao Mao! Your boyfriend stares up at you with Badgerclops and Adorabat in tow. He rolls Geraldine nervously in his hand, but his eyes remain determined. You can hardly see him from this height, but you recognize your lover immediately. “Mao Mao!” you squeak back. 

“Stay calm! We’ll take care of this!” Mao Mao yells. He speaks to the rest of the team in words you can’t quite hear before they leap into action. Mao Mao’s fur ripples in the wind as he runs, causing the monster to stumble after him. You watch nervously from your place in its claws, silently hoping it doesn’t drop you in the scuffle. You’re brought out of your thoughts by Adorabat. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay!” she chirps, “Just focus on me, okay?” She flies happily around the monster’s head, careful to avoid getting too close to you. You nod, swallowing your fear. You trust her. You trust everyone here to keep you safe. You force your eyes to stay away from the action, focusing all of your attention on Adorabat. 

“Sorry about your flowers, by the way!”

You pause: “What?” 

“Yeah, I think the monster kinda, maybe ruined your shop a little bit…” she flubs, “but don’t worry! We’ll fix it! I don’t think it stepped on anything!” 

You laugh, painfully aware of how difficult it is to do so. The monster’s grip compresses your ribcage in a way that makes it hard to breathe, much less laugh. “Honey, I think that’s the least of my worries right now” you breathe. 

Then, without warning, you’re falling from the sky. The loose fabric of your clothes ripple around you as you plummet to the ground, creating a cacophony of horror. For a brief moment, you wonder if this is where you’ll die: dropped from hundreds of feet up, splattering against the pavement while your friends are forced to watch. You close your eyes tightly, praying to the universe for a miracle. 

Your body hits something, but it isn’t the unforgiving ground below. No, it’s soft and warm, cradling your body gently. You still feel the wind rush through your fur, although it no longer whips and cuts you. You tentatively open your eyes, only to be met with a wall of black, soft fur: it’s Mao Mao. He caught you. You instinctively cling tighter to his form as he sails through the air, cradling you softly all the while. He lands gracefully on the roof of a nearby building as the shock of the landing ripples through his legs. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asks. 

You shake your head slowly, at a complete loss for words. You reach out for one of his gloved hands, cradling it with your own. You squeeze his paw gently, and he rolls his hand around to hold your own. He moves forward, pecking your cheek quickly. 

He smiles softly: “See? I told you everything would be okay.” 

You smile back, savoring the contact. A roar from the monster causes him to whip back towards the action. The job isn’t over yet, you suppose. He makes a quick second of eye contact with you before nodding and leaping back to the scene. 

Your hero.

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bello-mew!!!! you can blame @maomaomeows and their x feral!reader fics ;)

so chip is like 4′9″, and fuckin’ one day after school he finds this 8′4″ fuckin giant feral cat with enough fur he could swim in it, and then they become best friends!! 

She loVES his crazy energetic attitude and spirit, and even tho she knows he wouldn’t survive a day from back at her home, she loves the kid to death and will do anything to protect him and his brother. (including coming to get him after school because fri texted sheira that hes gotta fight scheduled on the playground at the end of the day.) 

big baby i love her smh she’ll even do that thing where even tho he aint sneaky she’ll let chip try to come up and pounce on her tail. (”it’s good practice for hunting, builds coordination,” she says, “I’ll give him real lessons when hes bigger,” she says.)

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I LOVE HER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

I'M PROUD TO HAVE BEEN AN INSPIRATION FOR SUCH BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK

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Feral! S/O: Snugglemagne

Request: Might sound weird, but a feral SO? Like living dirty and rough in the wild and not entirely understanding social norms. Can be paired with whoever you’d deem the most interesting!

You stretch yourself out along the cool cement, relishing the icy feel of rock on skin. “And now, my dearest, Nocturne No. 2 in E Flat Major,” he bubbles. He wiggles his fingers, rolling his wrists soon after. He then shakes his shoulders gently, as though preparing for the physical toll of the song. He sneakily peers at you from the corner of his eye, leaning forwards once he confirms your viewership. He places his large paws down on the ivory keys, takes a deep breath, and finally begins to play. ‘Ah, I’ve heard this before,’ you think. You keep your thoughts to yourself as he plays the classic lullaby, reveling in its serenity. You fold your arms under your head, settling yourself into a more comfortable position. You watch as his large paws nimbly move across the ivory keys, and you wonder how he achieved such a delicate demeanor. How can such a large predator be full of such gentility? Was it a matter of his upbringing? Would he thrive in the wild, as you have? Or are his manners and affection for softness a core part of his DNA? Would he be killed if he had been born alongside you? So many thoughts, so little answers. You put the morbid thoughts out of your mind to focus once more on the nocturnal song. His soft paws linger on the keys as the final note rings throughout the room. His shoulders remain tense as the lovely noise dampens itself before releasing the tension. He looks towards you as he straightens his back, as though waiting for something. He watches you expectantly. Ah, right. Clapping. You never quite got that concept. You push yourself upwards from your reclined position, awkwardly mashing your hands together to produce the desired sound. “Ah, thank you, thank you!” He bows deeply from his seat, relishing the praise. “Did you enjoy that delightful tune, my love?” You hum an acknowledgement, blinking slowly to signal your happiness. He doesn’t return the blink, although you understand that such practices aren’t normalized in his culture. Unfortunate. “I think that’s my favourite one you’ve played for me,” you drawl. “Oh, how delightful!” he chimes, “why do you think that is, exactly?” You pause. Why do you like that song so much. You hum deeply, pondering your response. He drums his fingers anxiously against his thighs as he waits for your answer. “Well,” you start, “it reminds me of you. It takes something that is supposed to be intimidating and horrifying, and turns it into a gentle art. Where I come from, night is dangerous. If you’re prey, you will likely be slaughtered at night.” You move to sit back down, and he shivers at your grim confession. You continue: “Predators rule the night. Lions, like you, are one of the top predators in the feral world. You are a lion. You are supposed to be intimidating. Scary. Murderous. Feared. Yet you are kind and gentle. You are the exact opposite of what you are supposed to be. Nighttime is supposed to be dangerous. Intimidating. Scary. Feared. This song shows a different side. You are this song.” He smiles, “Well, you aren’t perfect at English by any means yet, but you do get your point across. Very well spoken, my love!” You dip your head, twitching your ears at the warm, eloquent praise: “Thank you, my love.” He stands up from his cushioned seat, walking towards you in large strides. He dips down to your level, cape flowing out with the force of the wind. He cups your face with his large paws, and you allow yourself to melt into the affection. He bumps his forehead to yours in a feline show of affection: one that you can both understand. You place your own paws over his, sighing deeply at both the mutual understanding and his warm embrace. “I love you,” you purr. “I love you too, my dearest (Y/N).”

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Feral! S/O: Tanya Keys

Request: Might sound weird, but a feral SO? Like living dirty and rough in the wild and not entirely understanding social norms. Can be paired with whoever you’d deem the most interesting!

[A/N Anon, I adore this request. It SPEAKS to me. Paired with Tanya (shes my wifeee) and Snugglemagne will be in a future chapter!]

You flex your hands nervously, eyes darting around the unfamiliar building. The lights are damn-near blinding, and you fight off every urge to run out the back door. You search for your girlfriend quietly, praying for her swift return. The gentle click of claws along the hardwood cause you to whip your head around, staring at the source of the noise. You make eye contact with the source: a small gopher man. You bare your teeth at him, running your tongue along your canines. He takes a step back, wincing at the blaise ferocity. You slowly let your lips relax before twitching your nose at him in greeting. He’s small: he isn’t a threat. You continue to stare at the small man, eyes roaming his small form. What a tiny little creature. How has he survived this long? He mouths words at you in a language you don’t understand, and you turn to look elsewhere. He continues to speak, but you don’t bother taking the time to decipher its meaning. You can hear him walk away, and you feel a rush of satisfaction course through you. He wasn’t a horrible person, but why would he bother talking to you? It’s loud enough in here already. You shake your fur out, eagerly awaiting your lovers return. A few people turn to stare at you once more, but you don’t mind. You flash them a smile, and they turn away quickly. They scurry off to another corner of the room, eager to escape your unwavering gaze. 

‘Why do people do that?’ you wonder, ‘what’s the point of staring, if not to garner a response?’ You shift your legs, growing tired of standing. A dark-furred monkey moves from their seat, gesturing towards it with their drink. Were they offering you a seat? You shake your head gently, waving them to sit down again.

 “Don’t need to sit. I’d rather stand,” you state. The monkey contorts his face into a complex expression before moving to sit down again. He shrugs at you before muttering, “suit yourself.” You can hardly understand him over the deafening roar of the music. You move forward quickly, and he jumps in alarm. 

“What does that phrase mean? Suit yourself?” you ask

“What?” he stutters. 

“Is not a suit clothing?” you pause, wondering if you said that correctly, “a suit is clothing. Why would I dress myself for declining an unwanted offer?” You tilt your head, leaning down to make eye contact with the small primate. You open your eyes widely, searching his face for a response. 

“Chill, babe. You’re gonna kill the poor thing!” Joyful laughter brings you out of your interrogation. There she is. You rise from your crouch, and you can faintly hear a breath of relief whisper its way out of the animal. You choose to ignore the fear. It’s more polite to ignore prey’s fear, right? You move towards your girlfriend, burying your snout into her neck. She giggles again, running her claws through your dense fur. You hum contently. 

“Did you get what you were looking for?” you muse.

“Yeah, the guy is hiding out at 1475 Emerald Lane. You have fun over here?” 

“No, not really,” you respond. She laughs, although you can’t discern what she could possibly find entertaining about the statement. You smile anyways, happy to hear her laugh. 

“You’re so blunt, I love it. Come on, Beast. Let’s get you out of this joint.” 

You twitch your nose at the affectionate nickname. She puts her hand on the small of your back before waving to the monkey behind you: “They’re really sweet, I promise!” she yells. You duck under the door frame, glad to be out in the open again. You don’t like being confined with so many other people. You never know who’s going to snap, or when a disaster could happen. You lean down to kiss her forehead, eager to be next to her again. She pats your head gently, returning the gesture. 

“Are we going tonight? Or tomorrow?” you ask. 

“Tomorrow, probably. I’m tired,” she mutters. She locks her hands with yours, pulling you along with her. She’s too small to actually pull you, but you decide to walk with her anyways. Anything for her. Even being weak. She smiles at you: “You’re getting better at this whole social thing,” she jabs. You attempt to smile, although it probably comes off more aggressive than intended. She smiles anyways, happy to see you try so hard. 

“So I was digging around, and I found a place I think you’ll really love. It’s a Japanese place, yeah? So, of course, they’ve got all the good, raw fish for you.” She waves her free hand around as she talks. You hum, delighted. She continues where she left off, turning around to face you: “But here’s the thing: they also serve bone marrow!” You wag your tail excitedly. It’s been a really long time since you’ve gotten to eat marrow. You bonk heads with her, and she holds your head in place to place a kiss on your nose. You huff, shaking your fur out playfully. You nudge her forward, eager to eat, and she grabs your hands happily. She walks backwards, swinging your hands together playfully. You stick your tongue out at her, watching carefully for potential obstacles. 

“You excited, Vicious?” She teases. 

“Absolutely,” you hum. “Have you ever had marrow? Or is that just a wild thing?” 

“Nah,” she shrugs, “but I’m down to try it. What’s it like, anyways? I didn’t even know that shit was edible.” 

You snicker at her words before speaking: “You would be surprised at just how much you can eat. Bone marrow is good. Soft, slightly fatty, but not…”You speak slowly, taking time to choose your words. There’s so many words to choose from, it’s often overwhelming. You pick the most appropriate word as quickly as you can. She waits patiently for you to speak, and you feel a warmth flow through you at the kind gesture. “It’s not...chewy like fat. Real nutty, has a little bit of sweetness, super rich. You’ll like it.” 

“Sounds dope,” she muses. She smiles at you, and you detect a hint of pride. Is she proud of you? 

“Tanya?” you whisper.

She stops in her tracks, looking up at you: “What’s up, Brute?”

“I love you.”

She giggles, pulling you along once again. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

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Hairless Cat! S/O: Mao Mao

Request: your ask box seems to be closed on your tumblr, or at least I can't find it, so I'll drop my request here bfyudksbvfjdsvx- What if s/o was was a hairless cat? i think it'd be kinda interesting to see how he'd handle the whole 'hairless cats are ugly and mean' stereotype and stuff like how they get cold easier or can't be in the sun for too long without getting sunburnt. (sorry i rlly like hairless cats aaa) thanks-

[A/N: I'm back!! Sorry for the giant hiatus everyone!! Hopefully I should be posting regularly again! This was very fun to write, (I love hairless cats!!!) and I can't wait to fill the next request! I love you all so much. Thank you for all of the love and support <3 Anyways, under a read-more since it’s long!]

He’s had a lot of experience with all sorts of animals, so you’re not the strangest person he’s seen: not by a long shot. Not to mention, he grew up in a cat-dominated city. Some of his more distant family members are Peterbalds, as well! He has a very deep respect for hairless cats, and he has plenty of experience with them.

That’s not to say he views y’all accurately, though. At least, not at first.

He actually bows to you the first time you two meet. Hairless cats are typically royalty where he’s from!

He’s very confused when he looks up and doesn’t see you wearing gold jewelry, or bearing the traditional tattoos. It’s an... awkward few moments of eye contact. You don’t understand why he’s bowing, and he doesn’t understand why you look so... normal? Civilian-like? Why are you dressed so casually?

He follows you around for a little while out of habit. He thinks he has to protect you. You must be royalty in disguise, right? There’s no way a hairless cat is just another citizen! You have to be some sort of royal family member in disguise. Maybe you’re on a secret mission? Yeah, that has to be it! He follows you from the shadows, ready to protect you from danger at a moment's notice.

You eventually convince him that you’re just a normal cat and god, he’s embarrassed.

He thinks you’re really cool, honestly. There aren’t many furless mammals around, so it’s really cool to see natural skin. He views it as a symbol of strength and individuality.

Adorabat loves to paint on you since it’s easier to get the paint off! The little paint swirls stand out so well on your skin, and you can't help but giggle at the starry-eyed look she gets. It's like painting on a breathing canvass to her!

She got so excited when you mentioned tattoos and their significance in your culture: she likes to pretend she’s giving you pretty tattoos now!

Mao Mao loves the bond you two share. It makes him fall so much deeper in love with you. She's practically his kid, after all.

Mao Mao will absolutely defend you from bigoted folks. You look a little different from everyone else: so what? What’s their issue with that? Are they really so close minded that they can’t even fathom a different genetic structure? He gets really heated about it. He hates it when people judge you right off the bat, condemning you without getting to know you. He will throw down with someone over it, if you let him.

He honestly doesn’t understand where the “ugly and mean,” stigma comes from. You’re so kind...how could anyone perceive you differently? Why make such broad, negative generalizations about people they don’t even know? And you’re so pretty!

He loves how naturally social you are! You’re always someone he can come to when he isn’t feeling his greatest, and he treasures that so much.

He buys you a little parasol to help you weather the sun. It makes even more people stare, but honestly, it’s better than getting a sunburn! It ends up becoming a key piece of your aesthetic. Some people think you're a witch at this point. You don't bother correcting them.

The most embarrassing moment of your guys relationship was when you got up from the couch, only to reveal a small oil stain. Despite the embarrassment, you both had a big laugh about it. You remember the way he doubled over, laughing until he wheezed. He tried to stop himself from laughing by putting his paws over his snout, but once you assured him that it was, in fact hilarious, he took his paws away and laughed for ages. You laughed along with him despite the raging blush of embarrassment. It’s a very fond memory that really solidified your relationship’s trust. You ended up changing your diet that day anyways. Oily skin isn't fun, anyways.

He always picks at your food while you eat. He claims he’s just trying it, but it happens every night! He actually just likes the high quality ingredients he uses in your food.

He ends up switching his diet over to yours as well to make things easier. It makes him feel fancy, anyways.

He tries his hardest to get you to blush. He thinks it's adorable!! He loves how easy he can gauge his advancements as well. You can't fake a blush! And you can't hide yours!

He gets really nervous in the winter. I mean, he gets cold in winter, and he grows a whole new coat for it! He can’t imagine how chilly you get. He totally goes overboard when buying clothes for you. Most of your closet consists of parkas, scarves, and thermals.

Wakes up early to start the fireplace in the morning once winter hits.

He loves to give you forehead kisses. He thinks it’s cute when you flex your “brows” at him in response. He can’t help but snort at the patterns it makes, and he ends up poking you whenever you respond that way. It’s a sweet little inside joke.

He honestly thinks clothes fit you super well? Skin-tight stuff is mesmerizing. The way it clings so effortlessly to your frame, without a single hair marring the cling of the fabric...it’s incredible to him. He's enchanted.

He loves to hold you. The feel of fur on skin is weird, but it’s become a comforting feeling to him. He loves to trace little patterns on you when you cuddle.

Which is very unfortunate if you’re ticklish. His fur always seems to drag across your skin in a way that makes you giggle!! And he knows what he’s doing!! He’s so stubborn about it as well. He won’t stop until you call a time-out.

He smiles every time you yawn. He thinks you’re cute.

He wants to draw on you, but he has no artistic talent. He’s too shy to learn!! He hates not being perfect at first attempt, and well...art is a honed skill. He loves the idea of painting night skies on your back, and making sharpie tattoos for you, but it’ll probably never happen.

You can convince him to write on you, though! He does great calligraphy.

Sometimes he’ll write little poems on your wrist, or your sides. He likes to do this when you’re sleeping, for two reasons. A.) So he doesn’t get embarrassed or flustered about it, and B.) So you have a nice surprise when you wake up!

They’re short, but sweet.

He’s actually a really good poet! Most of the things he writes on you are of his own creation.

Beauty isn't seen by eyes.

It's felt by hearts,

Recognized by souls,

In the presence of love

Overall, he thinks you’re gorgeous. He won’t hesitate to defend you from bigoted people, and he’s always here to help you with any accommodations you may need. You’re beautiful. He loves you so much, and he feels so lucky to have you by his side. He’ll do anything for you!

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The Big Reveal - Mao Mao

Request: GOD that proposal post is the cutest thing I’ve ever read. How would Mao Mao break the news to his family? How would they react to finding out?

He calls his mom first to break the news to her! She’s super excited for him! She asks if he’s told anyone else yet, and he responds with a simple, ‘no, not yet.”

She’s been the most involved in his life, so he thought she should be the first person in his family to know.

He texts his sisters all at once to let them know. They have a big group chat which he checks fairly regularly. They’re all super happy for him too! They all congratulate him in their own way.

Minori even offers to cater for the wedding! He appreciates everyone’s support, and he promises to relay the info to you.

He...never tells his dad. He’s not exactly ready for that conversation, you know? He isn’t embarrassed of you! It’s just… every conversation with his dad is incredibly taxing. He figures someone will tell him eventually. When his dad wants to talk to him, he’ll have to be the one to reach out.

The rest of his family gets the news through his mom and sisters, and they’re all very supportive! Individual, congratulatory texts are sent to the both of you. You’re glad that you’re so well liked by his family, and Mao Mao’s glad that everyone is so vocal about their approval. They aren’t well known for being emotionally vocal, so the fact that they’re reaching out at all? It’s relieving.

Shin Mao takes about 2 months to reach out. He doesn’t call, and Mao Mao just assumes that he doesn’t care. Eventually though, he sends a text. It’s short, but he’s surprised he reached out at all.

“Congratulations on the engagement, Mao. They’re a good fit for you. I hope you will be happy. They will be a great member of the Mao clan.”

It’s better than nothing, he supposes. He briefly considers asking his dad walk him down the aisle, but he shoves down the thought quickly. He decides that he’ll talk to you about it first and get your opinion first.

Overall, his family is very happy for the both of you! He’s excited for the wedding, and he can’t wait to call himself your hu

[maomaomeows]

Hello, this isn't a request, I just wanted to say thank you for making this blog, I have a lot of really scary things happening in my life right now but your blog helps me find a tiny bit of comfort, as silly as that is, keep up the good work 🖤

Of course, anon! I’m glad I can help in this way. Fanfiction is really powerful imo, and it’s helped me through a lot of dark parts in my own life. So, I’m glad that you’re able to get some of that experience too! I don’t know where I’d be, had it not been for the escapism fanfiction provided for me. 

You’re in my thoughts, anon. Stay strong, you’ll get through this <3 

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Confession - Mao Mao

Request: How about Mao Mao confession to his s/o that he has a crush on them?

He shouldn’t have chosen such a thin cloth for this picnic, he knew it. Small threads littered the grass as he nervously picked at the blanket. He couldn’t help it, he was just so anxious. He had decided that this would be the day where he finally confessed to you, sweeping you off your feet and into his heart. Your favourite meal was stored in the cooler, kept at optimal temperature due to the thick insulation of its container. He glanced briefly at his gloves, wondering whether it would be smart to put them on until you arrived. However, he continued to tear at the blanket. ‘Hopefully they’ll get here soon,’ he thought. At that very moment, you arrived. He stood up quickly to wave you over, inadvertently taking the edge of the blanket with him. He fumbled to replace the objects he had accidentally taken with him during his scramble. Flushed with embarrassment, he greeted you as you got to his set up. 

“Hey, I’m glad you showed up!” he smiled as you sat down beside him. 

“Of course, you know I’d never bail on you. I never knew this place existed though, it’s super pretty. How’d you find it?” 

“Oh, uh, you know. I was just exploring the other day, and I thought you’d like it here,” he explained. His eyes flitted around the scenery as he spoke. The words fell out of his mouth quickly, as though he weren’t putting much thought into his words. 

“Are you okay, Mao Mao? You seem sorta out of it.” You grew concerned at his behavior. What did he want to talk about? Was he okay? Your thoughts swirled around inside your head, echoing a concern that you dare not say out loud. He would tell you in time. 

“Yeah, I just had something I wanted to talk to you about. It’s nothing bad, just…” his voice trailed off. “Let’s eat first, actually.” 

You nodded hesitantly. 

He seemed to loosen up as you two ate together. The casual atmosphere was relaxing for both of you, assuaging your worries of peril and calming his worries of rejection. A relaxed silence fell over you two after laughing about a childhood story. Silence was never a problem with you two. Mao Mao had always said that silence brings trust. 

“You know you’re very important to me, right?” His voice took an unusually soft tone. He stared into the distance, eyes tracing the outlines of faint clouds. You hummed an affirmative reply, urging him to continue. 

“You’re one of the most important people in my life. And initially, I just thought you were a really close friend. And I still think you are, and hopefully you always will be. But recently, I’ve been thinking that it might be more than just that. You’re so strong, and funny, and unbelievably beautiful. You’ve been a rock for me these past few years, keeping me strong when I want to break, but still keeping me soft enough to love the world. And I can’t explain how much I appreciate that. I want to be able to do the same for you. Sometimes I lay awake at night, thinking about you. I don’t think that’s something that friends are supposed to do.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. 

“I think I want to be more than just friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I want you to know this. I want to explore this feeling with you.” He spoke slowly, emphasizing the words he deemed important. He continued to stare at the horizon, as though afraid of what he would see in your eyes. After a moment of silence, he swallowed before turning to you. 

“Do you want to explore this too?”

[maomaomeows]

Have a good weekend !💞💘 (I’m glad you like my messages cuz I would have freaked out if you didn’t- )

Have a good weekend too, nonny! I really do appreciate all the kind words you’ve sent me. It’s so nice to log on to! <3 

[maomaomeows]

Short! S/O: Mao Mao

Request: Mao Mao with an S/O who’s short? & Hey, I have a request, I don't really know why, I'm just curious to know what Mao Mao would be like if his s/o was smaller than him :3

[A/N: I actually got two requests for a short S/O, so I decided to combine them into one! Enjoy!]

If you thought he had an ego before, you should see him now. 

He’s always been really insecure about his height; fortunately, he’s gotten better about it since the reunion with Shin Mao. However, he still retains a lot of insecurity around it. So you being shorter than him? He thinks it's great! 

He loves to pick you up and hold you and stuff. He’d still do that if you were taller, of course, but he loves that he can do it naturally with your height. It makes him feel really strong and important. 

Contrary to what you might think, he never gets worried about whether or not you can hold your own in case of emergency. He never underestimates you just because you’re small! He knows you can still kick ass: your height doesn’t nullify that. 

Loves grabbing things off the top shelf for you?? He still needs to climb the counters to get to it, but he still gets an ego boost. You don’t understand. Nobody does. 

He gets it if you hate when people make fun of your height. It gets real old real fast, and nobody knows that better than him. He’ll probably get snippy with anyone who jokes about it at your expense. He won’t call them out directly, but there’s always just enough snark in his words to let the other person know that it's time to shut up. 

He loves seeing you in his pajamas!! He loves the way they hang off of your body, and there’s something almost… possessive, about the way he watches you move. Animalistic, even. He gets a little handsy in the morning whenever you wear one of his nightshirts. 

Hugs are incredible with him!! He’s very strong, so it’s like you’re being wrapped in a very nice blanket. He’s just so soft and strong, you could honestly fall asleep in his arms. 

He likes to hold you to his chest at night while he reads. It’s nice because he can actually read over your shoulder without craning his neck. If you ask, he’ll even read to you out loud. It’s an incredible feeling, honestly. You can feel his voice rising up through his body as you lay against his chest. In between pages, he’ll place gentle kisses on your shoulders. Innocent actions, but intimate all the same. 

Overall, he welcomes the height difference with open arms. Literally. 

[maomaomeows]

By the way, I hope y'all know that I keep all of the sweet messages y'all send me!!! They make me so happy, I love reading them. The kind words you all send are very dear to me 💚🖤💚🖤

[maomaomeows]

I have a headcanon about Mao Mao. You know how in certain black cats that have the tabby pattern gene, their fur turns reddish-brown with tabby stripes in the sunlight? Well, I think the same goes for Mao Mao.

Ooo, I really like this headcanon!! I love the idea of basking in the sun with him, only to roll over and see a whole bunch of new patterns on him, becoming more prominent in the light. Cute!!

[maomaomeows]

ASD! S/O: Tanya Keys

Request: Your ADD s/o post made me really happy. Could I ask for ASD s/o with Mao Mao and/or Tanya Keys if that's not too much trouble? Also your blog is a blessing.

[A/N: Thank you so much!! Here’s Tanya for you <3 I’ll be posting one for Mao Mao later this week!] 

It’s really beneficial for both of you when she finds out you’re on the spectrum. A lot of her jokes are sarcastic and teasing, but she never does it with the intent to hurt! She never wants to hurt you, or make you feel as though you’ve been left out of a joke. 

Eye contact actually makes her really uncomfortable too, so hey: No pressure there! 

Sensory QUEEN

She loves textured objects. She has a nice, light gold blanket that she carries in the back of her truck. It’s very soft, and running your palms over it is heavenly. 

Will totally buy/steal anything you want. Cool fidget in that window? Check your pockets, because now you have one. (Hell, she’ll probably steal one for herself, too!)

She’s a goddess at reading body language, yours in particular. She’s always the first to notice & take action when you seem overwhelmed or overstimulated. 

Also great at recognizing when you’re understimulated! She keeps a bunch of stuff in her travel bag for you. 

She immediately shuts down anyone talking poorly about you. She’s usually very relaxed in confrontation, but in this situation, she gets really cold. A simple ‘shut the hell up about my partner,’ is usually enough. Her glare is as sharp as broken glass.

If you tend to ‘same-food’... congrats! She does too, although not as intensely. She’ll get into moods where she’ll eat the same thing for a few months straight. You know this photo? 

That happens like, every time you guys shop together. Tanya thinks it’s hilarious. 

Great at figuring out what you need during meltdowns! Need to be held? Her arms are open. Need to be alone? She’ll be scrolling through her phone in the living room while you center yourself. Need a blanket? Here’s five. 

She’s good at reminding you to take care of yourself. She doesn’t baby you, of course, but she knows how hard it can be to remember all aspects of self-care. Hell, she forgets to drink water and brush her teeth all the time! 

It’s hard to form a consistent routine, considering the life that you guys live. You’re constantly moving from town to town, and you never know when you’re gonna get a lead on who you’re hunting. It’s stressful, but she tries to form a routine with you, however small. Whether it be having the same celebratory dinner, or leaving for the next town at the same time each morning, or even having a travel playlist: it’s a very nice effort, and it helps you both mentally. 

Talk to her about your special interest!!! She loves how passionate you get about it!! Even if you’re not a talker, she’s excited to engage with it! Watching its source material, watching a documentary on it, anything! It doesn’t matter how obscure or ‘weird’ it it. If it makes you happy, it makes her happy too. 

You never need to mask around her. She loves you! Sometimes, she wishes she could see the world through your eyes. She loves the way you think, the way you show emotion, and how deeply you love. Your neurodivergency brings a little bit more color to her world: she couldn’t imagine you being any different. <3 

[maomaomeows]

You haven't posted in a while. Everything okay, or simply just taking a break?

I’m good! You know when you hit something super hard, and then your energy for it dies down a bit because you gave it like, 150%? That’s me right now, haha. I’m still working on stuff though! Expect something sometime within a week ;) (Ty for the concern, anon <3) 

[maomaomeows]

Hey, I just wanted to say that, if you yourself aren't comfortable with doing NFSW stuff, it is 100% completely fine.

Aww, thank you for the consideration nonny <3 I’m actually okay with writing NSFW, I just wanted to make sure I did it in a way that’s considerate to everyone on my blog, haha. c: 

[maomaomeows]

Replaced - Mao Mao Imagine

Request: I've got a good one about Adorabat, Mao and his SO are having/adopting a kid and Adorabat is worried she's being replaced. The sadder the better!

“Every girl from here to Soho loves to tell me things I don't know. Beautiful and smart, and no good for me, at all.” the lyrics from your travel playlist echoed through the kitchen as you and Mao Mao swayed in the kitchen. You held one another gently, thinking about the meetup you had just returned from. You relished the feeling of excitement that coursed through you. Mao hummed gently to the song, bringing you out of your trance. He kissed you quickly, commanding your attention. 

“I think that went really well. What about you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I really like the two. I think they’re meant to be with us, you know?”  You looked into his eyes, and he smiled gently.

“I think so too. Do you think they’d do okay in Pure Heart Valley? I want to take them away from that life, and start over, but do you think they’d be willing to? It’s a big change,” he worried. He tried to mask it, but you could see through his blaseness. 

“I think they’ll be okay. They seemed really excited to meet us, and I don’t think it was just because of the free food,” you joked quietly. He chuckled, prodding you to continue. “I don’t think the transition will be easy, but I really think we’re meant to be family.”

“Should we call Val? Let her know we’re ready to move forward then?” 

You laughed into his chest. You couldn’t blame him for being so excited: the kids really felt like yours already! Two genets, years 5 and 8, who had been in emergency foster care. The foster parents were exclusively emergency, and the parents completely relinquished their rights. Their CPS worker decided adoption would be a better route, rather than shuffle them around foster homes. You guys were looking to adopt, and after dozens of meetings, you two finally heard about these two. They were cute, to say the least. You thought they were cats at first! The five-year-old,Tik, hardly came up to your thigh. He was quiet and carried a little stuffed aoudad doll around. Mao Mao bonded with him a lot over that, telling the genet about his own stuffed cat. The kid was shy at first, but he warmed up to Mao Mao after that. The eight-year-old, Tak, was harder to get to know. She had been raising Tik for years, her own parents throwing them on the street when she was 6. Underneath her hard exterior, you could see she has a heart of gold. It takes a lot to raise someone at such a young age! It’s been about a month since the first meeting, but you guys are ready to move forward. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” you giggled. 

Your phone paused its gentle tune, switching songs. Yet in that brief second of silence, you heard a whimper. You turned your head towards the kitchen entrance, spotting Adorabat. Tears welled up in her eyes, wings wiping tears from her eyes. Concerned, you & Mao moved away from one another.

“Adorabat, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

She flew away, cry forcing its way through her vocalcords. She flew to her room, slamming the door before either of you could catch her. ‘What’s wrong? Was she hurt? Was she embarrassed about something?’ your mind was a whirlwind as you tried to figure out why she would be crying. You couldn’t figure it out. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Mao Mao wondered aloud. He stared at the door before glancing at Badgerclops. He only shrugged in response. Now all three of you were staring at the door, confused yet concerned. 

“This will be good practice for you two,” Badgerclops said, turning back to his video game. You shrugged, raising your eyebrows at Mao in acknowledgment. He sighed, motioning you forward. Time to figure out what hurt her. 

You stepped towards the door, knocking softly: “Adorabat? What’s wrong sweetheart?” 

You received a reply of complete and utter silence. ‘Good progress,’ you thought sarcastically. You knocked again. “Adorabat? You don’t have to open the door, we just wanna talk.” 

…

“Did I do something wrong?” her voice floated out through the cracks. It was soft, her words shaky and unsure. You sat down next to the door, Mao Mao looking at the door with his eyebrows folded. 

“No, of course not honey. Why do you think you did something wrong?” You ran your hands along the worn wood of the doorframe. You wondered if she was doing the same thing on the other side. 

“Am I not good enough for you guys?” 

“You’re perfect for us. What’s this about, Adorabat?” 

“Why are you guys getting new kids then? Why do you need more? Aren’t I good enough?” Her voice cracked. You could practically see the tears dripping down her face as she spoke, despite the wooden barrier that divided you. You could hear her hit her wings against the ground: “If you guys get more kids, you’ll forget about me! I just wanna be good enough for you guys.”

Mao Mao moved from his place against the wall, sitting down by the door. He crossed his legs, leaning against the door. “You are good enough for us, Adorabat. You always have been. You’re our kid, first and foremost,’ he spoke. His rich voice was comforting to you, and you only hoped Adorabat found the same solace in his words. 

“Then why are you guys adopting more?” 

“Well, remember when we adopted you, Adorabat? Do you remember that feeling of finding your real family? How much joy you felt?” he asked. A quiet “uh-huh” floated from beneath the door. You ran your hands along the carpet, listening intensely. 

“Well, we want to give more kids, kids just like you, that feeling. You’re always going to be our kid Adorabat, and this won’t change that. They aren’t gonna take us away from you. If anything, you’ll just have two new siblings,” he explained. 

For about 30 seconds, all you could hear was quiet. No sniffling, no reply, nothing. You and Mao glanced at one another nervously. Then, the lock jiggled. A slow turn of the knob, and there she was. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, and her nose ran furiously. You picked her up, rising to your feet. You held her close, Mao Mao coming in for a hug too. She cried into your shoulder. “Promise?” She gasped out the word, as though she had no air to speak with. You and Mao responded quickly in unison, “We promise.” She nodded. 

“Gold-star parenting! Wish I had that when I was little,” Badgerclops yelled from the living room. Mao Mao rolled his eyes, but remained quiet. “Wanna go get an icecream?” you asked. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Come on, let’s go get you one. And you can come along on our next meeting, see if you like them. We think you will, but we wanna make sure,” he said. She nodded, tears still flowing gently. 

You walked to the kitchen, grabbing your phone off the counter. The phone still played its music softly. You placed it in your back pocket before putting your hand on Adorabat’s back once again. Her breaths began to even out as you walked to the Aerocycle, Mao Mao in tow. Mao Mao resumed his humming, enjoying the new song. 

…

…

“Can I have two scoops?”