Hey, not a request or anything, but I really REALLY do love your works! I've been checking your blog every here and there ever since I found it and the wait for the next fics is honestly worth it! I do enjoy your content without interacting with your posts because I'm scared my friends would find out, haha, but I do want you to know that I think your works are amazing, hence why I'm leaving this note.
Your fics/headcanons bring me so much joy I can't describe it and I don't know why. So while I can't leave any likes or follows, I look forward to your future posts! Please do take care of yourself and take breaks when you need to <3. You deserve all the rest you can get, but until then, I'll be waiting patiently :)
Aw, thank you so much Anon!!
I honestly could care less how much people interact with my posts— I honestly love to write, especially for fandoms im super into!! Im just glad so many people love my work regardless of interaction stats.
I want to thank you for being so patient. So far, I haven’t felt so rushed. But, regardless, I always have you guys in mind and am still chipping away at the next fic. Ill try my best to release some headcanons between fics just to keep up some sort of activity!
Hey all, im sorry immensely for the lack of updates. Sadly to say but from here on out, I’ll be proceeding with these inconsistent updates for a while. Until the summer, where ill be free since I don’t plan on taking many hours on my job.
Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing, but it’ll be much lesser than usual (more like how it’s been, lol)
For now, if you want some life updates, I plan on being more active on Twitter so my different fandoms will know how I’m doing and see how fics are coming along! :)
Keep in mind that this is kind of a big salad of all of my fandoms. Including the ones I’ve left behind. But alongside msm, I’m very active in other fandoms so I hope you guys can tolerate other fandom stuff :,)
hiii, me again, I was just wondering how were you? You’ve been inactive for a week. You good?
Aa sorry!! I have been cramming due to ACTs! But I’m currently working on the Earth wub fic right now. I bumped that one to the front of the queue because I’m stressed and writing for Earth makes me happy 😪
you've mentioned the height of the wubboxes in a lot of your fics, so im wondering, what are your height headcanons for the wubboxes? are any of them insecure about their height? do they feel that their height affects their relationship with the reader? sorry if i have a lot of questions, im just really curious!
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I love headcanon building asks like this!! So don’t be afraid to send em in!!
Plant
~13 Feet
I don’t think he’d be very insecure. I find maybe he’d be proud. I headcanon him to be a very nurturing person who the smaller monsters turn to for help. So, I think he likes his tallness, haha.
In terms of receiving and giving affection, he often tries not to think of the negatives all too much. He’s a glass-half-full type, but will internally admit the height difference does put a damper on the way you both share physical affection. I think he’d learn how to take advantage of it, like allowing you to hang out in his branches or hitch a ride places, like many of the other Wubboxes will.
Cold
~15 Feet
He’s never been one to particularly care what others think of him, let alone his appearance. If anything, he dislikes how much space he takes up. He basically finds it harder to get away from others; makes him stand out a lot more than he’d like.
When it comes to his relationship with you, it’s harder to adjust to physical affection. I like to think that all mechanical wubboxes(Cold, Air, Earth) have the ability to divert temperature to their hands, or in general in order to maintain the correct temperature to function on their respective islands. He’s pretty keen on using this, especially for a human partner since cold island is, well, cold. He’s not really bothered by the heigh difference but prefers if you give him some patience. He’s rather angsty.
Air
~8 Feet
When standing beside the other Wubboxes, he feels pretty insecure. They (mainly Earth) have teased him about it, sort of giving him the “younger brother” role in the group. He’s easy to bat around, they say. But, it does allow him to feel more at home among smaller monsters on Air Island.
Since he’s just a couple heads taller than you (assuming you’re between 5-6 feet) it’s rather easy to share physical affection. This is probably the only thing he likes about his height, which may be the reason he’s clingy toward you. He enjoys being close to you and often can forget he’s made of metal sometimes, so he constantly needs to be reminded to slow down in his approaches. It can be cute at times, painful at others.
Water
~17 Feet
He is almost tied with Earth for the biggest. I’ve seen the argument about Water’s submarine hands but I don’t really headcanon him to be insanely huge. He sometimes feel clumsy due to his height but other than that doesn’t feel all too bad about it. He secretly enjoys the power it gives him, and finds solace in the way other monsters will follow his orders due to his sheer size.
When it comes to affection, he worries that it bothers you. He has trouble voicing his want to be physically closer to you and is a little curious in experimenting with the size difference (either sexually or just plain wholesome) but either way he’d like for you to initiate or ask him, just because he’s shy. Either way this wub is a sweetheart so please give him patience.
Earth
~18 Feet
Mans is HUGE. And he knows it. He’s cocky and proud of it, too. He’s not shy to show off the physical power this grants him, like stomping so hard it shakes the island so that everyone would quiet down, ripping whole trees from the ground when he’s angry enough, or just picking up others to assert dominance. He plays rough.
I’d like to assume that the way he acts around someone he likes is a bit like a teasing relationship. He likes to scare his partner sometimes but deep down he feels a little embarrassed that he could never be at your level. He would never voice this, though. Sometimes he would insist that you nestle in his hands or perch on his shoulder.
Common
~13 Feet
He’s pretty average in terms of the heights of the wubs, so he doesn’t really feel anything about it. Truthfully he isn’t all too bitter about sticking out so much.
I wouldn’t call him the most physically affectionate, so I don’t think he minds much in the scenario of being with his partner, but moreso tries his best to be on level with you. He’s constantly on one knee, attempting to make you feel more comfortable when talking to him or offering to lift you up.
Rare
~ 10 Feet
Surprisingly, I don’t hc him to be really tall. So he’s second to shortest. He doesn’t get picked on about it as much as Air does, but still gets batted around a bit. But, he doesn’t really care that much.
In terms of physically affection with you, he is over the moon with being able to be close with you without as much awkward size difference scenarios. Sure, he’s still very tall in comparison to a human partner, but it is still much easier than some of the other wubs. He loves to dance, hold your hand, carry you bridal-style, and many more. Surprisingly, he’s very affectionate.
You’re just stepping onto the island where your wubbox lover resides, dressed fancy in order to surprise him with a valentines date. By the time you’ve arrived, the sun is just beginning to graze the tops of trees and just at a point where the edge of the horizon has turned a bit pink. How will you spend the Valentine’s Day afternoon with your wubbox?
Plant:
He’s a sweetheart so you bet he’s done something outrageously lovely for you. Although, he doesn’t really prefer a big celebration and prefers to have a more relaxed, but intimate afternoon with you.
Of course, you’ve made it a point to come to plant island as early as you could, dressed as fancily as you could while still being comfortable in the late-winter’s weather. Sadly, Plant Island was still prone to the season’s change, unlike Earth and Cold Island. Suited in your dress coat and nice boots, you minded the excess slush and bits of snow that still lingered from the last snowfall weeks ago.
And, standing there in the cool night, your big ol’ loving tree.
He was super excited to see you, but you could tell he was containing it in hopes to maintain a professional image around you. I’m sure he tried his best to learn what typical people do for Valentine’s Day, and tried his best to recreate that.
He’ll organize a nice walk with you around the island. Plant Island never failed to deliver its beautiful fauna, and you were happy to even witness the flowers that stayed around during the cold weather.
Nonetheless, it’s a quiet evening between you two, ending with you both around a campfire talking about nonsensical things and cute memories you both shared. Overall, he doesn’t go too grand for you, but he does love spending the day with you.
Cold:
You know how he is, he’s a very reserved and cold type of guy, so if he’s being honest, he kind of forgot.
To be fair, he never really had a reason to care about the day and mainly saw it as a nuisance when Valentine’s day rolled around.
So when you came walking toward him, shyly looking down to your fancy dress boots and waist-cinched coat, he knew he just had to make an exception for you.
For once, it was rather jarring to the other monsters of Cold Island to see him, at your side, walking around the general area. To them, he was always cooped up in box-mode, sleeping his cares away. Especially on any holiday. But, there he was, laughing away with you by a tree that was decorated in pink LEDs, creating quite the intimate scene.
With everyone united on the island, now including cold, the whole island truly seemed all the more lively.
Air:
Valentine's Day? Don’t you mean the season of love?!
Air Island is at its pinnacle during the month of February. From the heart-shaped decor to the red lights draped across every tree, the whole island seemed to grow ripe with love. Some even say the air tastes sweeter!
As soon as you’ve stepped foot on the island, your bronze, winged wubbox lover is up on his feet and completely in your face. Prior to your arrival, he had already gushed to every single monster on the island of his plans to impress you.
Any sort of love-centered idea is engraved in his mind; a love bucket list, if you will.
But this year, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Without even warning you, you felt like you were knocked backward, and you were in his arms. While secure in his hands, you were still shaken by the sudden movement and you yelped as the laws of gravity seemed to abandon you— then you were soaring in the air.
Air Wubbox was pretty proud of his patience he maintained throughout the day. He wanted to wait till sunset to take you on this flight, to achieve the perfect evening.
With multiple check-ins from him, you were finally comfortable in his arms, against his bronze chest, hair flowing freely in the wind.
You’d surely enjoy doing this for many years.
Water:
He’s very confused, and only really knows from what you told him.
But he didn’t take it to heart as much until Parlsona raved about it, so he figured he would step up to try and impress you.
He’s probably the most awkward out of the bunch, so it takes him a bit to work up the courage to walk up to you when you arrived. He was flustered seeing you in something dressier than your usual work clothes.
But after working up some courage, he finally was kneeled down to meet your eyes with his pipelike ones, asking you softly what you’d like to do. While you didn’t want anything too grand, you did say you’d like to spend some intimate time with him.
Obviously flustered and nervous, you both took to a private area to engage in some heartfelt talking and memory-recalling. And though it seemed sudden, and you even questioned how you even got in the position, but you were in his hands, snuggling against his large fingers. You remembered him telling you once he loved holding you, as it gave him a sense of protecting you.
Even though it really wasn’t all that special or grand, you were happy to get some alone, private time with your bubbly wubbox.
Earth:
Oh, he’s been preparing.
At first you can’t find him. You’re asking the other Earth Island monsters if they’ve seen him and they all shrug, assuming he too hated the holiday and went to an entirely different side of the island to box-form his way through the lovey-dovey day.
But, as you drifted away from sight of the other monsters, you felt a presence towering over you, and there was Earth, cockily looking down at you.
Of course, he commented on your outfit— definitely more bold than the other wubboxes, in part that the stagnant high temperatures of Earth Island allowed you to slip on something more revealing for the holiday.
Surprisingly, he enjoys the holiday and treats you well, even gifting you a rose (god knows where he got it) and occasionally lifting you to his face to be more level with him.
You both even experimented with different ways to give affection, even with the incredible size difference. Sure, it’s a bit awkward having to clamber up his hands to peck him on the lips but you were willing to make it work as you both enjoyed it! You even made the discovery that sitting on his shoulders wasn’t all that uncomfortable.
Overall, you were pleased with your mechanical wubbox.
Common:
He’s wondering why you’re all dolled up. Although confused, he never really got the exact meaning behind Valentine's Day.
Air tried to explain it to him a couple of times given his immense devotion to it, but all Common could do was shrug. But seeing you excited to see him, dressed nice and looking up at him cutely.
So he allowed you to show him what you like to partake in during Valentine’s Day. He listens to you in wonder, and even takes mental notes on what he plans to do the next year.
If you want to be intimate, you definitely have to teach him and work around the size difference. But, like Earth, he’s a bit shy when it comes to lifting you up because he’s scared to drop you.
But he’s happy to even get on his hands and knees if you want to smooch him!! He may look a little funny but he insists on it.
He hasn’t got it fully but he’s trying for you!!
Rare:
He’s amazed by you entirely, and so dressed up!?
He got nice music going from his torso record player, something jazzy and ear-catching. It was obvious he wanted to make the rest of the night romantic for the both of you.
Since I’ve never wrote a fic for him before, I hc him to be around the same height as Air, so I’d estimate he stands at about 7 feet, not incredibly tall like the others.
Anyway, this allows for less awkward intimacy, so you may find yourself swaying in his arms to a song he plays. He’s a sucker for dancing so you bet it’ll at least happen twice this evening.
Will even take you to watch the sunset. It’s a cliche and cute way to end the day of love, and he’ll even ramble on why he thinks you’re perfect as you both drift off on the cool grass.
I love your personalities for the wubboxes! They just work so well yk? Keep up the good work and don’t overwork yourself!!
I was thinking about how Cold/Ice isn’t a very touchy person, so what if he was with a touchy reader!
Maybe he just gets tired of it and snaps at the reader, and reader stops being so affectionate, but maybe as time goes on he starts missing the reader’s attention/affection and apologizes.
Kinda like a hurt/comfort! If you’re comfortable doing that!
Stay safe!!
Cool to the Touch - Cold!Wubbox
Pairing: Cold Wubbox & Reader
Reader is Human
Aaaa thank you Anon!! I like to think I try to capture their personalities by their song/design good. But I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort fics like a ton!!
Anyway you guys I’m super sorry for the delay. I’m trying to get more consistent now that there really shouldn’t be any more curveballs in a school coming up! Thank you for your patience 💙
Art by Snowboy on twt!
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The Cold Island Wubbox was never a fan of physical touch.
There were many reasons. Not many rivaled his size, albeit he was not the biggest of the wubboxes, placing just below Air in the smallest. Then there was his preference just to be alone; he’s a cold type of guy. Not just personality-wise, he was also cold to the touch. Then there was his ability to direct heat from his mechanisms— but who would ever get close enough for him to display this ability?
And honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. As the years had gone by, it wasn’t like he ever missed physical affection.
That was until you came along.
Presently, he winced as he heard the all-to-familiar sound of snow crunching beneath your feet, already knowing where you were headed. He silently grumbled to himself, trying to pretend like he didn’t know you were scampering down happily to meet him by where he resided when he wasn’t singing. Peering over his shoulder briefly, he noticed your figure, wrapped in a casual winter jacket, equipped with a small hat with a ball of fuzz at the top, and lastly—what he noticed the most— was your face buried in a decretive scarf. He inhaled sharply, whirring his head back before you noticed he was staring. He suppressed his various thoughts, causing him butterflies throughout his core. He couldn’t help it, as you just looked so cute wrapped up in all those layers.
But his thoughts came to a sudden close when he heard a desperate shout, now turning his whole body in attention to your situation, which was you struggling to maintain balance on an iced-over pond— one that you probably didn’t notice. You shrieked as you awkwardly spun on the ice, still maintaining a standing position, but you ultimately fell upon reaching one of his large feet, landing in the base of the snow-shovel-like structure.
Laying comfortably, your eyes shimmered with adoration up at him, and he threw on a disgusted face. He gently tilted his leg forward, slowly tipping you off of his appendage and watching you laugh once you skidded to a stop on the ice.
“I told you not to greet me like that.” He grunted, rolling his eyes.
But, on the other hand, you smiled cheekily, “and hello to you as well, Cold.”
He flashed you an annoyed look, shrugging and starting to make his way away from the pond, minding your smaller form continuing to float around his company. Seemingly irritated he murmured, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Deep down, while it offended you, you gave him a smile, “I’ve done what I needed to do here… The others say you looked so lonely, so I came to see how you were doing.” You wouldn’t dare let him see your hurt look. You weren’t hurt by his statement as much as you were hurt by the reason you came to check on him. Truthfully, you had been paying him these kinds of visits because of what the others had said about him. They did say he was lonely— more that they were scared of him. That they didn’t like him. Hearing that day-by-day made your heart hurt, which began your weekly ritual to make it a point to see him. Even if he wasn’t the most grateful for what you were doing, you kept telling yourself that, deep down, he was appreciative of you.
You heard his varying mechanisms rotating and spinning as he continued to walk, and he seemed to try to forget you were trotting beside him, somewhat struggling to keep up. He huffed, “I’m not surprised. I’m guessing they don’t like me very much.”
You bit your lip, dodging his remark as he was actually right about that, but you didn’t want to dock down his confidence. You attempted to draw his somber mood to something else, “Hey, would you be mad if I asked you to carry me?”
You saw his expression immediately change, and his head snapped toward you. He looked actually pretty angry— or flustered? His robotic voice made you jump at the sheer sharpness of it, “Excuse me? Do you think you’re being cute or something?”
Face paling, you winced, “No, just a genuine question.” He had now stopped walking, turning his full attention to you, still rather mad. You could have sworn he harbored some sort of blue blush under his eyes, but you didn’t have time to react when he growled under his breath. But, you genuinely were attempting to break that— rather strong barrier he held between you and himself.
“…why do you always do this.” He seemed like he held genuine irritation in his voice. And the way his half-lidded eyes were looking down at you menacingly was enough to make you shudder, aside from the cold.
But you swept your hair behind your ears, gesturing him to speak up.
He averted his eyes to the snow slightly, as if to see the smaller set of footprints alongside his while he spoke distantly, “You act like you don’t know that I don’t like ‘touching.’ Quit being so naïve.”
You looked around, seemingly for some sort of escape. Raising your hands in defense you sputtered, “That— well, I just want you to know I care about you.”
He narrowed his lids over his crystalline-blue orbs. He remarked, his voice seeming sharper than the last time he spoke, “Don’t you know how stupid you seem? All you do is follow me around like a lost puppy.” You felt your heart rate spike, but you remained silent in order to maintain your composure.
“Well,” your hand gravitated to the nape of your neck, “I kind of feel like you’re kind of taking me for granted, you know?”
You saw him cock one of his eyebrows up, “Take you for granted?” He raised his cold voice, “How can I take you for granted when I don’t even want you to be here!”
Your patience came to a screeching halt. Quick to think of a response, you became lost in your own thoughts as Cold just simply stared down at you. In your mind, you couldn’t put a finger on what you were feeling; stuck between angry, sad, even a little embarrassed that he was telling you off like this. It was then you decided that if he wanted to act like this, then he should know why you had been bothering him all this time. You sucked in a breath, breathlessly shooting him a remark while you jabbed a finger at him, “Then that’s perfect! Because your monster companions seem to think you’re an asshole. None of them want to be around you!” You pulled your scarf above your chin while you swiveled on your heel and began walking away, albeit still speaking to him, “And now I see why they think like that. See you around, Cold.”
The Cold Wubbox could only watch as you stomped away, leaving the single set of your footprints. Melancholic, although he didn’t want to admit it, he felt as though someone took a spoon to his core and scooped out a good chunk. Standing there in silence, only minding the whistling of the wind through the evergreen trees. Trying to brush off the feeling of guilt or shame (he couldn’t tell which it was), he made his way slowly to the solitary he usually enjoyed— where you had met him, by the pond secluded by dense evergreen.
It was now that he had actually begun to replay the entire scene of your fight. Your last statement was eating at him, like ants crawling up his back. It was the kind of guilt that he wished he could shake off but couldn’t— and he was wincing at his reflection helplessly. But, there wasn’t anything he could do about it now, except for maintaining that melancholic expression throughout the night.
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The next day, you made the decision— after a sleepless night about the fight you had with Cold. Sure, he never had been the nicest monster to hang around, but you were for certain that you had at least made some progress chipping away at that barrier he held between the both of you.
Kicking a compressed ball of snow on the ground, amusing yourself with the way it exploded into a thousands of specks of snow, your eyes widened at the realization that you were standing within a large, rectangle print in the snow. Feeling your gut wretch as you realize you were pretty close to bursting his well-maintained bubble.
It wasn’t long before you noticed his silver and icy-bluish tones against the dark green of the flora of the island. He wasn’t easy to spot amongst the white of the ground and the snow on the pine needles of the trees. But, you nearly shrunk in size as he slowly approached you, each stomp sending shockwaves to your very heart, and your eyes threatened to shut, as you just wanted to disappear right then.
“Long time no see.” He remarked, and you strained your ears to find any kind of sarcasm in his voice. You could definitely tell tension was still Hugh between the two of you, a tension you were desperate to get rid of.
It wasn’t like you two had much history, anyway. You truly thought about it, and you sort-of realized that you were some (much smaller) being that would randomly butt your way into his presence then and now again. Over night, you were able to reach a calmer headspace, realizing that what he was feeling wasnt all that misunderstood in your eyes— in fact, you took some moments to think about it in his shoes.
Grasping the material of your winter coat, you shyly looked up at him while holding back a stutter, “Hey, Cold, I thought about what we talked about yesterday.”
“Mhm, I did, too.” He looked at you with an unreadable expression, his robotic features making it all the more questionable.
Still not getting a read on the guy, you took a step back, gifting him a lighthearted chuckle, “Yeah? And what did you think about?”
He was apprehensive to answer, but gave you one nonetheless, “About what you said, in particular. Listen, you don’t have to hide it from me anymore. When you left I actually followed you but got caught up eavesdropping on some other monsters.”
You gathered yourself up as you urged on, already dreading where this was headed, “Wh-What did you hear?”
It was obvious his voice wavered, but he was trying hard to maintain that cold, unfazed look on his face when he recited the words you heard time and time again, “I’m weird. I’m distant. I just don’t fit in with the rest.”
Then, the pinpricks of guilt practically stabbed your spine, uncomfortably crawling up the nape of your neck. You unknowingly twitched, hiding your contorting face as you really, really did not want to face him after that. After a coy cough, you responded, “It wasn’t like I didn’t tell you because I thought you couldn’t handle it—“
“But you are right. I can’t handle it,” He interrupted you, prompting you to look up at him, although shy. “I didn’t know how much it hurt to hear that. But, it made me rethink your words. I do take you for granted—“
It was your turn to interrupt him now, “And you never asked me to. So, there isn’t really much to take for granted…” you clutched your jacket, “Looking back on it, I must’ve been pretty annoying, following you around like a lost dog.” You sheepishly recited his words from yesterday.
You saw his expressed soften. He continued, “I believe I have started to enjoy your company. The way I acted was me simply denying my feelings.” He made his way over to you, gently— yet quite awkwardly given his massive stature, urged your tiny hand onto his large one, trying his best to physically express the truth behind his sentiments.
You softened your eyes, feeling a comfortable rush of warm across your cheeks, “What- what do you mean?” It was mainly rhetorical, as you weren’t completely oblivious to what this kind of situation meant.
“I’m sure you know,” he chuckled, urging you onto his hand.
Almost in disbelief, you clambered up his hand and stabilized yourself as you felt the weight of his palm shift beneath you, bringing you to eye-level.
“But,” He said, feigning seriousness, “This’ll only work if you be patient with the whole ‘touchy’ thing.”
You awkwardly shuffled to rest your back against his metal fingers, which scaled to be about half your height. Sheepishly, you grinned, “Sure, Cold.”
Bro I think you virtually transmitted me the flu 😭😭 are you okay tho? Just checking :)
IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT THE FLU SUCKED…..
Thankfully it was like a 3-day thing for me. Then I was good. But, my family fell immensely ill with it so yikes. Hope you get better soon though!! A lot of people are getting sick at my school so it’s not just us 🥹
