If you're looking for something fluffy to write after the toxic twins stuff...may I request something about Emmet's Joltiks? They are small, and cute, and verrrrry fluffy. Something like Reader fawning over the tiny spiders, playing with them and cooing over how cute they are. Because they are verrrrry cute!
He'd been standing there for the past fifteen minutes by the doorway. With his elbow resting on the door frame, his palm on his cheek, he stood there quietly with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Just watching you.
Watching you play with his Joltiks.
It was no secret that Emmet kept a collection of Joltiks at home. The man had a passion of Pokémon Breeding - specifically for Galvantulas. Most of the eggs and hatchlings get adopted, but he couldn't bear to give them all away. So he kept some of them.
The day you moved in with him, his first worry was if you were going to be put off by them but you didn't seem to mind their presence at all. He taught you how to feed triple-A batteries to them, how to hold one in your hand and all the basics for Joltik care if you were ever interested.
Emmet was a little disheartened when you didn't have as much passion as he did with them. The most he ever saw you do was allowed them to crawl up your shoulders and head with a straight face but you never really did much else other than that.
Turns out, it's not that you disliked them. You were just too shy to openly show whatever you were doing right now. You sat on the sofa with your back turned away from him, still none the wiser that he had just finished using the bathroom.
"Who's a widdle baby boy?" you cooed at one, taking its little toes in between your fingers and making it dance on your lap. "What a dapper widdle lad! Look at you go."
You hummed a whimsical little ragtime tune for it to tap-dance to. Emmet's smile and heart grew three times bigger. He had no idea you were capable of speaking in baby-talk like that.
"How are you so fuzzy?!" you take another one up to your face. "Fuzzy wuzzy fluffy umpkins, how dare you. How dare you be this puffy. Please explain."
The Joltik blinks it's beady little purple eyes at you. "Tik!" it chirped merrily.
"I see, I see," you nodded sagely at it. "Perfectly sensible, but I must sample straight from the source."
Ah, there it is. Your usual way of speech. Straight to the point, professional and kind of hot, actually. But given in this context, it was unbearably adorable.
The Joltik in question tilts its head at you.
"For scientific purposes, you see," you explained further. "Do I have your consent, Doctor McSparkins?"
Emmet's shoulders trembled while he did everything in his power to suppress the laugh that threatened to rip from his belly. That wasn't the name of that particular Joltik. His name was just Sparky, yet you gave it such an over-the-top nickname? Perhaps they should rename it to that.
"Thank you very much for your co-operation, doctor. Your contributions will be most helpful," you continued. "We will begin the operation!"
You took a big breath and brought the Joltik's belly to your face.
And made the loudest farting noise with your mouth.
The Joltik squeals from your ticklish lips and it gives a little zap. You giggled at the tingles, the sound of your laughter made Emmet want to melt into a puddle and leak between the floorboards.
"Yes," you pulled away from the Doctor. "Mm, yes, yes, yes. Interesting. Sufficiently fuzzy. Very good. I give this a Goodest Boy out of 10."
"That's not verrry fair for the others, is it?" Emmet finally spoke up, watching you whip your head over your shoulder to meet his eyes.
The flush that rose from your neck to your cheeks to your ears was delightful.
"What about me?" Emmet cheerfully marched over to the sofa, his arms swinging at his sides before bringing them around your shoulders in a warm embrace. "What's my good boy rating, hmmm?"
Your lips trembled, making various shapes as if to speak, but no words come out. Emmet watches you a little more in your dilemma before letting out a chuckle that sounded like silver bells on a Christmas day.
"How much did you see..?" You finally managed to ask.
He kisses the shell of your Pecha-pink ears. "You're verrry cute," was all he answered before you fell forward with a humiliated whine in an attempt to wriggle away from him. He clings to you harder with an even heartier laugh.
