#cog i want to give them so many kisses and hugs and cuddles and so much affection and

[wheezethecheeze]

i have. so many thoughts running through my brain about that shark.

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if u wouldnt mind, id love to see some prr x reader headcanons ;w;

Public Relations Representative x Reader Headcanons

Once again I'm gonna pretend Winston can actually leave the tower... lol. It's just easier that way... if you wanted HCs where he can't leave the tower just ask again!!

🧱You couldn't help but catch feelings for this goofy guy. He was always trying to relate to the toons, and you found yourself really admiring his efforts.

🧱So one day you decided to go on a walk with him and then confess. He noticed you were oddly quiet the whole time and knew you had something to say, so he wasn't really surprised when you confessed.

🧱He decided to agree to go on a date with you!

🧱And then said that the two of you were kinda already on one... lol.

🧱So the two of you were dating after that.

🧱Winston's data on a lot of things is missing or corrupted, so you'll have to re-teach him some basic things. He won't even realize his data is corrupted sometimes.

🧱He loves hugs and cuddles, even if he glitches away a lot. He's always extremely apologetic about it and clearly feels really guilty.

🧱If you try to help him get fixed up, he'll be SO grateful to you forever. {I HC that C.O.G.S. Inc. won't pay for his repairs and he couldn't afford them but has been tryna save up for it while he slowly falls apart more and more}.

🧱Winston will always want to hold your hand. He says it makes him feel like the two of you are together for everything.

🧱How many compliments do you get? Yes. C'mon, he's in PR, of course he's gonna know his way with words and schmooze you a bit {but he doesn't have any ulterior motive I promise}.

🧱He's also a bit old fashioned sometimes when it comes to gift giving and even pet names. You're not sure where it comes from.

🧱Winston is REALLY good at convincing you and other people to do whatever he wants. He doesn't really use his power of persuasion on you, but he uses it all the time on just about anyone else {and as you've noticed, basically 24/7 while he's at work}.

🧱Expect to see a lot of attempts to act toony or participate in toony activities. He just thinks that toons are so fascinating since they're so different from Cogs... and he's also learning how to appeal to toons better.

🧱His favorite place to hang out with you is Ye Olde Toontowne since that's where the two of you met and it reminds him of all the good memories you've had together.

🧱If he starts glitching really badly, you may have to help comfort him since it's really stressful and disorienting for him. He doesn't really show it so it will take some time for him to open up about that, though.

🧱If you want to make Winston get really flustered, just kiss him over and over. Words don't have as much of an impact on him since he manipulates them on the daily, but physical affection is something he's not used to {and will always get kinda flustered about... lol}.

🧱He's pretty goofy and his favorite toony activity to do is pulling the occasional harmless, fun prank. You might wake up splattering a cream pie into your own face or slipping on a puddle of water carefully placed outside your house...

🧱Once he even jumped out of a giant cake to surprise you for your birthday {and he was holding a smaller cake so you could still eat something yummy}.

🧱Basically imagine a pretty typical PR guy who's always trying to cover their behind but goofy and glitchy and that's Winston. Now imagine the glitchy goofy PR guy constantly giving you compliments and wanting to hug and kiss you constantly.

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Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend. 

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve.  To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Karl is not particularly skilled in any domestic skill. He’s very mediocre at cooking, and he can’t clean to save his life- his factory is littered with dust and other probably very harmful particles. He isn’t very good in a domestic environment at all, really. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Blunter than a broken pencil I’m afraid. He’s never had to hide something from you in the past, so why should this be any different? He would not want to beat around the bush here, he’d annoy himself with pleasantries and euphemisms. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He’s perfectly fine staying as partners, without marriage looming over the pair of you. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think it’s worth it.  “A piece of damn paper to show someone your fucking devotion? Bullshit.” 

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Unless you’re shaking like a leaf or have specifically asked him to be gentle with or around you, he’s not going to be. He’ll treat you much how he treats most others- with a little bit of affection for zest and flavour every now and then. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

While he likes cuddles, he isn’t a huge fan of hugs. He thinks they’re too short to show any real affection, and often get in the way of whatever task the recipient is trying to perform.  

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

S l o w l y. This man has gone through some stuff, and doesn’t want to get attached to people despite falling for you. Give him a chance. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Okay so he may be “non-committal” in a loose sense of the term, but this man is one jealous motherfucker. And he gets angry. I’m talking  punching the wall, lashing out and breaking shit kind of angry. It’s mostly because of a nagging fear that not only will he lose you to someone you think is better or less monstrous than he is, but also in part due to a feeling that because of what he was forced to become, he isn’t good enough to keep you for himself. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He kisses you on your hands or neck mostly. Those are his favourite places to kiss you. He occasionally kisses you on the inside of your wrist. If you have any scars as well, he’ll kiss them. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

It depends. Sometimes he’s the perfect uncle figure, others he’s a whirlwind of rage. If you’re taking him to see some children for a prolonged amount of time, please check how he’s acting and feeling on the day so there isn’t some sort of horrific accident. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

There’s nothing special about them, he’s usually up long before you are. He doesn’t leave anything like a hot beverage behind, unless it’s a special occasion that he’s remembered- like a birthday or anniversary. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

He often tells you to go to bed before him, as he’s usually working on something, and would rather not have to worry about you being down in his factory and workshop. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

When he’s extremely angry. He gets riled up, then will start to spill facts and secrets while hardly even realising it. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a very short fuse and a violent temper, to say the least. There’s a reason the man swears so much. Though he will often apologise if he’s scared you after an outburst. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers the basic things at the very least- Your name, your habits on eating and drinking, what you do to amuse yourself. He’s quite observant, actually. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He made you a small music box once. The past part of his day, or his entire week, was seeing your smile as you opened it and listened to it for the first time. It was the widest he’d ever seen you smile, and he loved the feeling it gave him. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very. One particular other Lord- “Lady Super-Sized Bitch,” as Heisenberg has dubbed her- is very interested in your presence, and Heisenberg has made it very much his business to keep you practically under lock and key to keep you safe. And when Ethan Winters comes around? Ooh, boy. You ain’t leaving his sight. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try- through making trinkets and gadgets to both help you and show his affection. Sometimes it may not always seem that way though, with his outbursts and his tantrums. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. You tried to get him to quit once, then stopped when you realised it made him more irritable. 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not that concerned. If he’s still kicking... Well that’s all that matters to him. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel that something’s wrong, something’s not right- a cog missing from a machine, in a sense. And he hates that feeling. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man would die for some ice-cream. You bring him a tub of the stuff- BAM, instant good mood for the next like two days. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

This man is not fussy, in the slightest. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He basically doesn’t, he gets so little it’s a wonder he can actually function normally. 

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Private and Public

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina

The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.

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hiya !! i love you lots and lots !!💖 all your writing is absolute gold 🥺💕💕💕 your answers are so detailed and sweet, makes my heart go doki doki — if you’re still taking requests & it’s not too much trouble could i ask for C U Y for mozart perhaps ? many a thank 💖💕💖💕💖💕

Hello!! Omg of course you can sweetheart, thank you for such sweet praise! I do my best, I hope you enjoy these answers for our dearest Mozart~ 💖💖💖 Ily3!! it’s always a pleasure to see you!!! :D 💕💕💕

I placed a cut before the last one because it was long, but all you need to do is click to see the rest! All wholesome, no content warnings ;)

(These are so long you can hear the Mozart stan in me OTL the limit of my Wolfie love does not exist)

Fluffy ABC Headcanons listed here for requests!

C = Cuddling (how does he like to cuddle?)

(Awwwww shit, I’m softe ;-;)

Mozart tends to be a very private man about his love, so I don’t see him cuddling too much in any kind of public space. The only exception to this rule, however, is that blasted carriage! Though he’s a little mortified he needs comforting, he will melt into MC’s arms when they have a particularly bumpy/bad carriage ride. Usually he’ll try to content himself with holding her hand, or just chatting with her--leaning his head close to her shoulder. But she seems to sense how overwhelmed he is this time; how his hands are locked together to conceal their shaking, his jaw visibly tightening. She’ll draw him into her, settling his head against her shoulder/chest--right where he can hear her heartbeat. He’ll freeze at first before he sinks into her embrace, arms wrapping around her waist. His ears are burning with color, his fair skin easily revealing a blush, but she knows now isn’t the time to tease him about it. His breathing will calm bit by bit, and he’ll settle quickly as his grip around her tightens a little. He’s pouting but it’s clear just how much he needed this, murmuring “Danke, Meine Liebe.” She just drops a kiss to the side of his head, signalling there’s no need for any shyness or thanks, she’s happy to do it after all c;

Another way I see them cuddling is at night in their bed no sexy times, get your head out of the gutter kids. Usually he’ll be doing revisions and composing well into the night, mulling over possible adjustments and melodies single-mindedly. He’ll be sitting up against the headboard, sheet music in his lap as he reviews each page. He loves it when she just climbs into bed and settles against him; whether that means fully climbing into his arms and resting against his chest, or just laying her head against his stomach/lap. He’ll smile fondly and stroke her hair, letting the smooth texture calm him into clarity as she dozes off. These are the moments when inspiration finds him most powerfully, the lovely sight of his muse working wonders.

U = Upset (how does he act when she’s upset?)

Oh my god send help, send help he needs some milk!!! 

All jokes aside, I truly think Mozart is at a loss at the sight of her upset ;-;. If he’s not the source of the distress, he immediately goes into comfort and resolution mode. He will try to calm her with all the sensitivity she deserves, offering a hanky and holding her close if she’s crying. He hates to see her cry, but he also understands that in this moment she needs to let it all out, to just feel it through before they can do the work of fixing things. He'll murmur sweet nothings--not that he wants her to stop crying--but that he’s here for her, that it’s all going to be okay and that’s a promise. When she’s ready to talk or feeling up to sharing he will listen intently, silent as a grave, until she’s communicated her feelings. 

When she feels heard and comforted, only then will he ask her to wait a moment. He’ll return with freshly made hot cocoa--only the best for Meine Liebe--and hopes the warmth will be able to help soothe her further, focusing her senses elsewhere. If she wants it, he will play music for as long as it takes to relieve any stress/crying headaches. When she manages to fall asleep from the exhaustion, he’ll tuck her into bed and hold her close. He will turn off the lights, but by no means is he going to sleep. He will spend another few hours seething with rage at whoever/whatever it was that hurt her so that she doesn’t have to see him like that (he doesn’t want to distress her further). Or, if it’s something more abstract, he will spend that time trying to puzzle out a solution.

If she’s only mildly upset, he’ll call Schelm to the balcony and hope the fluffy friend will be able to take her mind off of things. He’ll hug her close and rock her gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, waiting until she just relaxes against him. As mentioned before, he’ll make hot cocoa, play music, ask her about the flowers she’s tending; just about anything he knows will make her perk up in an instant. He’s pretty simple and straightforward, but it’s because he pays attention to what works and he’s sincere--he’s very consistent in his affection. From afar it’s obvious he’s concerned because he will smile very gently at her, and whenever she turns around his face drops to his neutral/thoughtful expression; you can hear the cogs in his brain moving. It would be funny if the poor guy wasn’t so worried HAHA

Now then, here comes the real doozy. While it happens less and less the deeper they get into their relationship (their understanding of how the other works solidifies into trust), now and again Mozart pulls a stupid. He will know immediately when he’s fucked up because her expression tightens and shuts down, concealing every feeling from him. (She's hyperaware that she can sometimes be more irrational than him, so she locks down her thoughts and emotions.) 

She’ll walk away because she doesn’t want to explode and needs a moment to just calm down, reassess. He knows she needs time--and so does he to figure out a proper way to apologize--but fuck if those few days don’t make him wither in self-loathing. He hates it when he says things he doesn’t mean, things that were remnants of a bygone era because they were sentiments that deserved to die. He hates that when he gets stressed out he is prone to verbally lashing out; and he needs to learn how to work at a reasonable pace instead of doing too much and hating every second of his life. He needs to find balance, both for his own sake and because he can’t stand that look. The look that says “not you, too. Please, don’t.” You want the quickest way to gut Mozart? There you have it. Part of it was that she had given him that same look when he first yelled at/intimidated her in that first week at the mansion, and it’s still something he deeply regrets doing. He shouldn’t have frightened her when she was already scared out of her wits and threatened by Arthur.  The mere prospect of stooping to that level makes him nauseous and angry he would ever act with such indiscretion; he expects better of himself and he intends to be better than that. He may be a vampire now, but that doesn’t give him grounds to be a monster.

He doesn’t know squat about how to love someone, and maybe he doesn’t even deserve to be with her--but he’ll be damned if he hurts her without trying to amend what he’s done. When she’s calmed down she’ll return to him and try to apologize for the distance, but he won’t let her. He’ll tell her if anyone needs to apologize it’s him, and that he really does feel horrible about what he said. He’s going to promise to be more careful about his workload from now on, since that tends to be what makes him snap. But more importantly, he’s going to try to amend the behavior regardless of that. Anything that hurts her isn’t worth doing; he firmly believes that.

MC doesn’t worry too much after the few times it happens because he crushes the behavior in its tracks very, very quickly in the aftermath.

Y = Yes (how would he propose to her?)

Honestly? Mozart is the type to be a classic romantic when it comes to proposing to his beloved. While one can argue he really only takes music seriously, the same can be said for the person he has chosen to hold dear to his heart. He will spare no expense--no extravagance--in the process of wooing her. He believes that he needs to offer a proposal worthy of her and nothing less if he should seek to secure her hand in marriage. 

He pulls out all the stops. He plans it all out to the minute. Buys her the perfect dress, rouge and assorted accessories, and tells her to prepare to enjoy herself all night--no other plans. She agrees easily, though she’s a little flustered by how much he’s spoiling her. When the time comes for them to head out he enters her room with an enormous bouquet of roses, and she’s just speechless as she seeks to soak them in a vase before they go. Dressed to the nines, he escorts her to a lovely restaurant where they dine together. She’s sparkling in her attire, nothing short of dazzling; it’s not just the champagne that’s bringing a light blush to his face. He spends most of that night psyching himself up, working to seem normal, and losing himself in her beauty. Not that he doubted his course of action before this moment--it just strikes him even more deeply how precious she is to him. He would never be here, smiling and laughing and enjoying himself, if it wasn’t for her.

And more than anything, he doesn’t want to give her up to anyone else. He wants to be the one to spoil her like this, wants to be the person she goes to first when she needs something. He wants to be the only one to know her most intimate thoughts and desires. He wants to be the one to make her smile like this, to make delight shimmer in those eyes--to be on the receiving end of such excited chatter. Every part of her is so very dear to him; the mere thought of giving her up makes him feel like he’s been hollowed out.

After dinner, he takes her to a concert hall he had rented out for the occasion. He plays a moving collection of pieces that she inspired (only the best) since coming to the mansion, since she filled his life with so much color. She’s already in tears at this point, and his heart aches at the sight of her eyes glistening--as moved as he is by music, one of their greatest commonalities.

He dries her tears gently with a hanky when it’s over, rising from the bench and coaxing her up with him. When she gazes at him in question, he drops to one knee and reveals the ring that has been heavy in his coat pocket all night. He considered a more extensive appeal, but something about rehearsing a proposal felt wrong, felt too wooden. Instead, he went with the words that were resounding from deep within his heart, the feeling that had brought him to this moment.

“Meine Liebe, you are the only reason my music can continue to thrive. But more importantly,” he presses a light kiss to her hand, squeezing it gently, “You are the only reason I can thrive as surely as my music does. I spent so long lost to myself; I had forgotten why I loved what I did in the first place.” His eyes are lowered, remnants of a surpassed shame lingering in his features. “If not for you, I suspect I’d still be ripping up half-filled scores, half-mad with frustration.” 

“Wolf…” her voice is soft, but full of sympathy. It was that tender heart that saved him, that made him really able to live again.

“The prospect of life without you...I can’t imagine it anymore. I want to be the one to make you smile for the rest of your life, to ensure that these tears can only ever be happy ones. Will you make me the happiest man alive in return? Will you marry me?”

Needless to say MC goes straight back to crying after managing a breathless yes, and Mozart sags with relief before pulling her tight into his arms. He slips the ring onto her finger with no shortage of pride, as perfect on her hand as he’d imagined it would be. 

Following his proposal, Mozart is even more smitten than ever. Whenever he wakes up before she does, he’ll gently take her left hand and marvel at the sight of the ring throwing rainbows in the morning light, sighing blissfully. When MC stops by to bring him Rouge/Blanc or coffee and a snack during the day, he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at the sight of it. “It’s nothing, MC!!! Composing is just...going well today...” Somebody help him his uwus are spilling everywhere

Mozart be like: look at me. serotonin is stored within the MC.

[ryosei-hime]

Sex and Therapy: The Room

Fizz gets another repair and a gift from Concord. No explicit sex scene in this chapter. Mild mentions of sexual feelings and intentions. And frustrations. : P Also available on AO3.

Concord looked at the clock as he made some last minute arrangements to what had been his home office. He’d shoved the desk against the far wall to make room for a nice sized bed and the filing cabinet had already been taken to his office at work. There was nothing in there he really needed badly enough that he couldn’t make the trip to retrieve it. 

He’d wanted to paint the walls a brighter color, more fitting to Fizz, but there wasn’t enough time. Besides, he could let him pick a color and they could do that later. If Fizz could focus on that kind of task without trying to distract him. He looked up from mindlessly rearranging pillows on the bed, trying not to think about that too hard, when there was a knock on the door. That had to be them.

He hoped Cog hadn’t had a hard time with him. He’d asked her to repair some of the vibrators as a cheap option of getting Fizz out of the apartment, and he wasn’t sure what all that involved.  But he could guarantee Fizz would make it hard on her. He opened the door to find her standing in front of him, shoulders slumped and face tired. Fizz pushed around her and immediately grabbed him in a hug, picking him up and cradling him with a laugh as he buried his face between his horns.  

“Does this mean it went well?”

“Yeah, it’s fixed,” Cog deadpanned. “His sensors were off for a while. It was the only way I could work on the repair without...distractions. He’s been this way since I turned ‘em back on.”

Concord smiled as the hand on Fizz’s neck slid around to caress his jawline. Fizz lifted his head and as they were leaning in for a kiss, Cog cleared her throat.

“I have some recovery instructions for you.”

Concord looked over at her and Fizz just moved in to kiss his cheeks and neck instead. He laughed softly and touched his forehead to Fizz’s, letting him get in a few more kisses before insisting on being put down. Once on his hooves again he came to Cog’s side.

“Okay, what do I need to know?” 

“I’d rather you read it,” Cog replied, handing him a piece of paper. “But overall, he needs time for things to cement. Certain things shouldn’t get too hot or jostled for the next 24 hours. It’s all on there.” 

Concord unfolded the instructions and as he read his face fell. Uh oh. 

“So. Nothing at all?” 

“Not unless you want me to have to fix it again.” 

“He’s not going to like this.” 

“Yeah. Good luck with that.”

She gave him a firm pat on the shoulder before taking her leave. Fizz’s hands wrapped around his horns and tilted his head back to smile down at him. Oh, boy. He smiled back nervously. 

“Oh! I have a surprise for you.” 

He turned around and took his hand, leading him back to what was once his office. Maybe this would distract him for a little while. Concord opened the door and gestured vaguely inward. It was only when Fizz chuckled and scooped him up that he realized he’d aimed it at the bed. Fizz rolled them onto the covers and Concord was trapped between the wall and the overly affectionate jester. 

Not that it would normally be a bad thing, but he couldn’t let him get too turned on. But he also couldn’t help returning the excited kisses. He seemed touch-starved after what was probably only a short time without his sensors. He broke free from a particularly passionate kiss, breathing escalated as he stared into Fizz’s eyes. Damn, he wanted to give in so bad.

“Fizz, the bed isn’t what I wanted to show you.” 

He looked amused as he ran his hand over his horn. 

“It could be if you let it.” 

Concord had to smile. Damn him. 

“I spent the day getting it ready for you.” 

“Show me after.” 

Fizz rolled him onto his back so he could straddle him, and Concord felt his resolve give a little more. His eyelids drooped, staring up at him from under his lashes. 

“You’re making this very hard for me.” 

“Mm. I hope so,” he shot back with a suppressed chuckle. 

Concord had walked into that one. He had to get out from under Fizz. With him on top, Concord wanted to submit so bad. If he could just get himself back on equal footing, he might be able to avoid having to pay for this repair twice. He had already tapped most of his savings as it was. 

He made a futile effort to wiggle out from under him, but Fizz held him down by the shoulders and spread kisses down his neck. Concord hands rose to grip Fizz’s arms as he titled his head. He wouldn’t be able to do it. It was time to just be honest.

“We can’t!” he blurted out finally. “Cog said no sex for the next twenty-four hours.”

“Cog’s not here.” 

“You’ll hurt yourself.” 

“We’ll have boring sex then.”

That made Concord laugh and Fizz’s face lit up at the sound. 

“I’m sorry. We can’t. You can’t even get too turned on. The heat.” 

“Oh, we’re already in trouble then. Might as well go all in.” 

He looked like he wanted to laugh but held it in, watching Concord’s face expectantly. Concord gave him the laugh he wanted. He noticed how Fizz’s eyes glowed a little brighter. So, he liked telling jokes, huh?

“You’re funny,” he replied, coy now. “Got anymore?”

Fizz put his chin in his hands, propped up on his elbows now as he told him a full on joke. Concord set him up for as many as he could and every time he laughed it seemed to feed something in Fizz. After a few, he seemed to have forgotten all about trying to sleep with him, more concerned with making him laugh.  

“Okay,” Concord said with one last laugh. “Okay, now can I tell you what the surprise is?” 

Fizz agreed at last and rolled off of him so he could sit up. Concord sat on the edge of the bed and cleared his throat, gesturing once again,

“This is it! I turned my office into a room for you.” 

Fizz tilted his head, the laughter seeping from his eyes. 

“Why?”

Concord had hoped for a more enthusiastic response, but confusion wasn’t that surprising either.

“So you have your own space. We can paint it and you can decorate it if you want.”

“You don’t want me in your room?” 

Concord felt the hollow tone of his voice hit him like a brick. It was more a statement than a question and Fizz’s posture started to shrink as if he were crumpling inward. Concord quickly reached for a hand. 

“Of course I want you in my room. If you want me with you, I’ll gladly be with you. But sometimes you’ll want to be alone and that’s okay. I simply want you to have someplace better than the closet when that need arises.”

Fizz squeezed his hand, perking back up a bit.  

“Can we paint it more than one color?”

Concord nodded with a smile. 

“Anything you want. This is your room now.”

Fizz’s free hand reached around to cup Concord’s cheek, turning his head so he could kiss him. His lips were soft and tender, making Concord’s chest flutter. He wanted to melt right into him. Fizz hadn’t been this gentle with him yet, and it felt so important. He gazed down at him as he pulled away and they shared a silent exchange, Fizz’s thumb brushing his cheek. Concord leaned his face into it.

“Will you cuddle with me?” 

Fizz let his arm wind around Concord’s waist and rolled them back onto the bed, pulling him close. Concord ran his hands down Fizz’s chest and nuzzled his face into the arms wrapping around him. 

“This is nice.” 

Fizz kissed the top of his head and pressed his face against the inside of his horn for a moment. Concord smiled dreamily, enjoying the pressure of Fizz’s arm around him. It made him feel safe. They laid together this way in silence for a while, sharing soft touches and kisses. Concord wanted to commit every moment to his memory. Every slight movement of skin on skin, every breath, every little noise. 

“Thank you.” Fizz whispered suddenly.

“I didn’t need an office anyways.”

“For everything you’re doing. I’ve been trying to thank you with my body. But you like words. So, thank you.” 

Concord smiled, trying not to laugh at his efforts at communication. His words came out a bit begrudgingly but sincere. It was cute. 

“I don’t mind at all.”

There was another long silence before Concord spoke again. There was something he’d been thinking went without saying. But he needed to be sure Fizz knew. 

“Fizz. I just wanted to make it clear, I don’t think of myself as owning you. You’re free to leave if you want. You don’t have to be with me.” 

An amused puff of air ruffled his hair. 

“You’re cute when you’re naive.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“I have to belong to someone, Concord. I’m property. If I’m not yours, anyone could claim me. Think about it.” 

“I guess I didn’t,” Concord sighed.

“But if I have to belong to anyone, I want it to be you. That’s why I chose you.” 

“Chose me? You mean you weren’t just pulling random people in off the street?” 

Fizz laughed. 

“Of course not. I watched you for weeks. You pass that pawnshop a lot. I remember the day I decided you were the one I wanted.” His voice went a little soft at that. “You were trying to give some asshole his wallet back. And he thought - “

“He thought I’d stolen it, so he punched me,” Concord finished. “You saw that?”

“And then you apologized to him for the misunderstanding. I thought, there’s no way this guy’s even gonna try to hurt me.”

Concord felt a warmth in his chest as Fizz chuckled at the memory. 

“You picked me because you thought I would be safe?” 

“And you seemed like a pushover on the sale. It was survival.” 

“But you picked me for a quality I try very hard to embody. I’m actually very flattered, Fizz. And, of course, you’d make your decisions based on survival. It’s what trauma does to you. I’m just glad that, for any reason at all, you looked at me and thought you’d be safe. That’s what I want to be for you.” 

Slender fingers slid through his hair and brushed his horn with the backs. 

“Then you don’t regret buying me?” 

“Not in the least.” 

His voice was filled with conviction, making sure he left no room for Fizz to doubt him. Fizz rolled him over on his back again and leaned over him. Concord smiled up at him and brushed his fingers over his cheek. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, but he wanted to make sure Fizz understood. 

“You still don’t have to be with me, if you don’t want to. You don’t owe me this.”

He felt like a broken record, but he was so afraid of accidentally coercing Fizz into something he didn’t really want.

“Oh, I wanna,” he replied with a lusty gaze. “I wanna so bad.” 

“You’ve got a timer counting down in your head, don’t you?” 

He nodded before burying his face in Concord’s neck, pushing his shirt off his shoulder as he kissed his way down to the bite mark still healing there. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tomorrow.” 

“Give me something to look forward to after work,” Concord responded in a breathy voice.

Fizz gave him a mischievous chuckle before leaning back in towards his neck and whispering all the things he wanted to do to him, sprinkling sweet kisses and dirty words across his skin. As he went on, Fizz could feel Concord’s arousal pressing against him and made a sound of frustration.

“Maybe I should go take care of this and end your suffering,” Concord suggested. 

He maneuvered over Fizz and off the bed, but Fizz clutched his arm. 

“Nooo-ooo-oo.”

He stretched his arms out after him as he pulled free, flopping over the side of the bed dramatically. As Concord exited, he could hear Fizz calling after him.

“You could have at least let me watch!” 

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Taking Chances: Chapter Fifteen.

Note: Hello my beauties, thank you so much for your patience with me while I take my time in getting things written up. 

With this chapter and the last, I wanted them to be based on Taron’s birthday and I had originally planned to have these up on his birthday but life got in the way as it does. Anyhow, this is the last birthday part as the next chapter will centered around Christmas.

I hope that you enjoy this but before I end this note, I want to say a massive thank you to @hitmeonmytspot for taking the time out to help me with this story and with this chapter. I really appreciate the help so much.

Now, enjoy!

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Later that night as everyone sat around the dinner table, Nicola sat in her spot and went through what she was going to say when Taron opened her gift. Although she appeared to be listening, Jennifer and Tina knew that she wasn’t.

“So Nicola, tell us about yourself.” Jennifer said, wanting to find out more about this woman. Nicola shrugged.

“There’s not much to tell really.” Nicola replied, not wanting to ruin the night with her past.

“Oh there must be something. You have a beautiful daughter, you must have a husband.” Jennifer pried. Dave sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Pay no mind to her Nicola. She did the same thing to Taron when he and Kate started dating.” Dave said as he pointed to her. Nicola smiled and chuckled slightly.

“I don’t mind at all, I just don’t like explaining my past.” Nicola responded truthfully. Taron looked at his mam so that she’d get the hint to change the subject and thankfully she did.

“How has filming been?” Tina asked. 

“It’s been alright. Mikey’s nanny has been a massive help and you love her right?” Taron asked, looking at his son.

“She’s nice.” Mikey agreed with his mouth full of his cut up meatballs. Taron chuckled when he realized that the boy had sauce around his mouth, indicating that he was very much enjoying his party food.

“I’m glad that she’s nice.” Nicola replied before Jennifer turned her attention to Nicola.

“Boyfriend then?” Jennifer tried again. Nicola sighed.

“Long story short, Jasmine is my sister, not my daughter. I’ve not had a boyfriend in a few years, never been married and I work. Nothing much more than that.” Nicola answered, trying to keep everything on a need to know basis for not only her sake but for Jasmine’s as it still makes Jasmine cry herself to sleep some nights.

“Oh you poor dears but bless you for looking after your sister.” Jennifer said.

The rest of dinner was full of laughter and stories of Taron when he was little. Mikey enjoyed listening to what his father used to do when he was Mikey’s age.

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“This is for you.” Jasmine said, handing Taron a card that she and Nicola had picked out for him.

“Thank you.” Taron replied, giving her a small wink. Jasmine skipped back to her sister and cuddled into her.

“Good job Jassy.” Nicola whispered into her sister’s ear. Taron took his time to read what was written and by the end of it, he found himself smiling from ear to ear. 

“Do you like it?” Jasmine asked.

“I love it.” Taron replied. Nicola and Jasmine smiled at him. Taron placed it down in front of him before reaching for the gift that Nicola had found for him.

“No wait, open that last.” Nicola told him nervously. He gave her an unsure look but moved on to the other gifts and because there weren't too many gifts, it didn’t take long for Taron to open them and when he came to Mikey’s gift, Mikey climbed onto Taron’s lap so that he could help open it.

“What is it?” Taron asked when he finally got to the item. Mikey looked at him with excitement.

“String.” He replied cheerfully as he played with the hair on Taron’s arm.

“Well, thank you. It’s beautiful.” Taron said, kissing his son’s cheek. Mikey leaned back into him and giggled. 

“Mikey, why don’t you come sit here with me so that your father can open the last present.” Tina suggested. The little boy shimmied himself off Taron’s lap and ran to his grandmother before climbing onto her lap.

“Now can I open this?” Taron teased Nicola. She nodded and watched with more anticipation than anyone else in the room. When the items had been revealed, Taron’s brow furrowed.

“Why did you give me this?” He asked with more shock than he had intended. Nicola’s heart dropped, she knew that she’d step on someone’s toes and that was the last thing she wanted. By the look on her face, Taron realized that he’d made it sound as though he wasn’t grateful and like he didn’t like it.

“I haven’t told anyone this but I love genealogy and while I was working on mine, it gave me an idea. I saw that your family name was connected to the Coliseum and because of that, it was easy to find this. If you look at the list of names, your great great great grandfather’s is the third one listed.” Nicola explained as she gave a little shrug.

“I’m shit at buying presents for guys so if you don’t like it though, that’s ok. Your mam might.” Nicola concluded. Taron continued to take everything in and focused on the frame in his hands. Never having had anyone take this much time and effort for him, he didn’t know quite what to do, say or think. 

“Taron, are you ok?” Guy asked, seeing the cogs turning in his son’s head. Taron nodded and sent a smile to Nicola. 

“Give her a hug Taron.” Jennifer said, making her husband and everyone else roll their eyes for the millionth time that night. Despite rolling his eyes though, Taron stood up and walked over to Nicola and wrapped her in a hug for perhaps a little longer than was appropriate for friends. Neither of them wanting the hug to end.

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Broken (Sam Imagine)

imagine where sam is in the hospital when he is going crazy, but before hes losing his nails and seeing fire crackers from lucifer. lots of fluff and reder trying to comfort him?

Sure. Hope its ok for you. Haven’t wrote Sam in a while so this was fun.

“Where the hell is he?” Your breath was short and your face was red, you had just ran up 8 flights of stairs after running the whole way from your motel, as Dean and the car had gone a-wall. Your boyfriend was hit by a car in the early hours of the morning, and the receptionist told you he was in the psych Ward.

“Calm down miss.” The doctor put his hand out in front of him cautiously and tried to signal you to sit down, which was met by a dismissive decline. 

“Where is Sam Winchester, why is he in the psych ward? Let me see him!” The doctor explained his condition to you as you paced up and down the room, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to keep it all together. He explained that a nurse would escort you to Sam but only if you calmed down.

“I’m fine, ok? Let me see him please.” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep your emotions at bay. The nurse led you to his room and opened the door. You stood in the door way and your heart broke into a million pieces. He was beat up, cuts and bruises. He was tired, with blood shot eyes carrying bags underneath. His hair was messy and his face unshaven. He was dressed in white scrubs, and lay down on his bed, his head gently propped up with a small pillow. 

He caught you in his gaze and furrowed his brows, whilst squinting his eyes he tried to figure out if it was really you. You walked over slowly to him, as if you were trying not to startle a deer in the woods. He sat up in his bed and tried to offer a smile, but his tired face couldn’t manage it. He was a bit unsure of you as you sat down next to him. His trouble with knowing what’s real and what’s not was getting worse with his insomnia and although a few weeks ago he would have known if you were a figment of his imagination or not, today he wasn’t so sure.

“Hi baby” you spoke gently, picking up his hand softly and resting it in yours. He looked at you searching for answers, his cogs in his mind spinning a million miles per second, trying his very best to know if he could speak to you, or when he opened his mouth would you just morph into Lucifer.

“It’s me. Don’t worry.” You tried to comfort the man but god knows how many of you he had seen in the past while. 

“Look.” You dragged up your sleeve to reveal a large, badly sewn up gash that you had got on a werewolf hunt two weeks ago.

“Remember I got this? That sloppy stitching is the work of Dr Dean, who I ought to sue for this mess of a scar I’m going to be left with. It’s me” you joked. Sam’s shoulders slouched down as he let out a sigh of relief, and as he decided it was ok to relax. You raised his hand that was in yours up to your lips and pressed a small kiss to it. A tear slipped out from your eye and landed on his knuckle, trickling down and dropping onto your leg. 

“Hey don’t cry” he tried to comfort you. He was in hospital, had just been ran over, suffering the most intense mental issues, hasn’t slept for over a week. And he was trying to comfort you. That’s the kind of man Sam is.

“I’m just happy you’re alive baby. When I heard you got hit by a car, my god I thought the worst. I should’ve known better. As if Sam Winchester would get taken out by a car. You’ve been beat up, stabbed, shot, the whole nine. No way would a silly Prius suck the life out of you” He let out a small laugh, although the smile was wiped off his face quickly when his focus shot to the corner of the room and his face winced.

“Is he here?” You asked.

Sam nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

“It’s ok Sam. You know this isn’t going to take you out either. I will fix this. Me and Dean will fix this for you. I promise” you swore to the defeated man. He bowed his head, strands of hair falling out from behind his ears to cover his face. He took a deep breath to compose himself before sitting back up straight to look at you.

“I don’t think there’s anything out there, y/n. We’ve all looked before” Sam had given up. He didn’t care what happened to him, if he lived or if he died. All he wanted was the torture to be over. He jumped out of his skin randomly, something to do with Lucifer pestering him again presumably. You snatched his focused back to you, and looked into his eyes.They had nothing behind them. They didn’t have the light and love that that used to, they weren’t even sad. They were just done. He was so beyond tired that his brain probably didn’t even have the capacity to feel anything anymore.

“I’m not giving up Sammy. Neither is Dean. Neither should you. This isn’t going to be the end of you. You are the strongest man I know. We will get through this together. As a team.” You squeezed his hand as you spoke. He scooted back on the bed and pulled you back with him, lying against the side of his chest that didn’t have the cracked rib.

“We don’t have much time together before they’ll kick you out, can you just lie with me?” Sam asked. 

“Of course” you reached up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss, trying to avoid his busted top lip. 

“I love you so much” he spoke, voice breaking as if he was saying good bye. 

“I love you too. Which is why I’m never ever giving up on you.” Sam leaned down and placed a kiss on your head. His hand intertwined in your hair and the other holding one of yours. He rested his head on yours and breathed you in. Whispering every now and again that he loved you. This man was ready to die. You tried so hard to hold it together because you were not about to let him comfort you when it was your time to be there for him. You sucked it up and looked up at him, teary eyed, but not quite crying. 

“Please don’t give up Sam. You’ve still got so much more to give to this world.” You begged. He answered by placing a small series of kisses on your cheek down to your lips. Which was something he always did when you needed cheering up. You smiled at him. Cuddling in closer, both of you melting into the hug that you desperately needed from one another. Your heart beats synced together as you cuddled in close. Sam jumping and wincing from time to time, queuing your comforting words to try and reassure him it’s not real, and hes OK.

“I haven’t felt so safe in a long time, thank you for being here.” He spoke with words filled with gratitude. Sam was never one to ask for comfort or a hug when he needed it, it stemmed from years of being on the road with Dean who was against sharing, and John before that who was he exact same. So when you spent time with Sam, making him feel better about anything, he was always so thankful as if you had just done him a massive favour. 

“If i could be anywhere in the world I would always chose to be by your side”

“Cheesy” Sam chuckled, you nudged him playfully, careful not to hurt any of his injuries and laughed with him. You snuggled back in again and planting a small kiss on his neck before burring your face in it. 

“Alright Sam, visiting time up” a nurse called through the doorway to his room, interrupting your moment. You moaned in annoyance. You both sat up and Sam walked you to the door without dropping your hand. 

“Stay strong. I will find Dean and he will come by tonight. Please hang on tight” 

“Bye, baby” Sam kissed you once more before you left, and as soon as you were out of his sight, and hearing range, you broke down. You pressed your back against the wall and slid down it, tears flooding out. 

How the hell were you going to fix this?

[friendlybowlofsoup]

No no no no you never apologise for rambling. Half the love of a CoG is the setting, for me, the other half is the characters. Fluffy facts for the rest, then? (As many or as little as you want, plz ramble ty

LOL I’m glad I’ve found my people.

I will actually end up writing too much if you let me though, so I’ll try to restrict it down to three facts each for this ask ;)

Under the cut because this is long qq

An

Like Qiu, she’s a fan of light and fleeting touches, though hers tend to be less innocent, more deliberate, and she’s 100% flirting every time she does it.

She’s very ticklish but gets competitive if it is exploited lol. She really enjoys tickle fights, even if she loses all the time, because of the warm and happy feelings that well up within her.

An will initiate a lot of intimacy, and will latch onto your arm, spook you by hugging you randomly, drop by to kiss your eyelids etc. whenever she can. Especially if you’re near Min He’s shrine, because it annoys Qiu.

Min He

Sit with her in the moonlight with a bottle of sake between you, please. She just wants the quiet assurance that you are there, even in silence, and will always seek you subconsciously if you’re in the vicinity.

Her kisses always linger–sometimes you walk away with feeling as if her lips never left your skin.

Likes it when you play with her hair, especially if you take time to brush it out for her at night. She’d gladly return the favor by doing something for you in return, so please do so often!

Kaski

His affection is akin to settling coals–it may seem demure, but you’ll probably get burned once you’re in too deep. (He’s a a little possessive and impassioned.)

Doesn’t hold back for anything–kisses, hugs, holds and speaks when he feels the urge to. You will know, absolutely, when he loves you and how he will love you by the time he figures it out as well.

He can sleep everywhere and in any position. Don’t bother trying to wake him up, but if you settle down near him, he will automatically roll over and hold you until the both of you are awake again. This is also the safest place to be on the mountain, probably.

Xinyi

Will absolutely make a fool out of himself just to get you to laugh or smile. He’s a dork and just wants you to be happy when you’re with him.

Has a habit of holding your arm/hand whenever you’re walking in the forest, as if to help you through the terrain. If he really loves you, he’ll press kisses onto your shoulder or forearm as they come into reach.

Such a sap. He’ll gaze into your eyes and cup your cheeks and tell you how much he adores you as he gives you Eskimo kisses. (He is the King of Fluff)

Chun

Okay so I wrote her to be tsundere, but she’s not super aggressive or contrarian. She’s more shy with affection and is a little awkward, but she manages to sometimes tell you how much she appreciates you.

She gives really good massages, and will also indulge you if you’re sore or fatigued. If this escalates, she’ll try to sound defensive, but she also won’t argue with you…

Big on cuddles, especially with her as the little spoon so she doesn’t have to look at your face lol. She blushes a whole lot at first, but after a while, she will inevitably doze off into your chest.

Spider

His playfulness never dies down. He likes to pretend to not know you at random times, and do a whole show of trying to seduce you back into some pre-paid inn.

Gives the best hugs, probably. He does it with his whole body so you’re pressed against his chest, and you feel his face pressed warmly into your neck. He’ll also stay like this for an hour if you let him.

Incredibly trusting and doesn’t get jealous (though he is still a little bit possessive, as spirits tend to be). He’s always on the MC’s side regardless of anything else. This is immutable.

Hiemi

She melts easily to sweet nothings. Just press your cheek to hers, whisper your love for her, and that’s it. She’s captured. On the other hand, she’ll try to say the same things back, but she’ll get embarrassed half way and end up burying her head in her hands.

She’s a restless sleeper, and can’t rest unless you’re near. You don’t even have to hold her if you can’t–just hold her hand. Please.

Despite her penchant to rattle on, her silence is heavy and often long. She’ll set your foreheads together and her eyes will shut, and she just…wants to feel you. Not in a sexual way, but just to ensure that your existence is really there.

Go Ro

He’s proud and some have labelled him (rightfully) as an elitist, but he doesn’t push any expectations onto you. He won’t belittle you or look down on you because he’s a god and you’re lesser–he respects you and your person. He’s still not all that nice though, haha

Biting is a term I use a lot for him. Because that is what he is as an individual. And sometimes, it is what he does. He might bite. (Sorry this isn’t really fluff. He enjoys seeing MC become unraveled before him and will even be crass during intimate moments if he can see them squirm)

He can be soft though. If he’s working, the MC can use his lap as a pillow and he won’t bat an eye; he’ll even free up an arm so that he can stroke their cheek as he’s going through paperwork. If you want to cling to his side while he’s at a banquet or a gathering? Go ahead. Flaunt him–he’s more than happy to strut around for your benefit.

I-I think that’s all. Whew. Again, some of these might change as I’m still writing out a lot of the romance scenes, but the characteristics are pretty set in stone so there shouldn’t be a huge divergence from what’s written here.

[ryosei-hime]

Sex and Therapy: The L Word

Concord helps Fizz work through the aftermath of his violent encounter with Ahroth and his worries about the legitimacy of his love. There's a triggered episode for Fizz regarding his recent encounter with Ahroth. Also available on AO3.

Once they arrived at the apartment, Fizz gave Concord the repair fund he had saved up and asked him to take it down to Cog before they left. He didn’t want her thinking he would stiff her. While Concord ran down to give it to her, Fizz went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He hadn’t felt dirty at Cog’s, but something about being home made him feel contaminated. He caught sight of his face in the mirror and looked away quickly. Dried blood still lingered around his mouth, his teeth stained. Concord had been kissing him like that. He felt an overwhelming sense of shame suddenly. 

By the time Concord got back he had scrubbed his teeth until the toothbrush bristles were shedding into the sink. No matter how hard he brushed, he couldn’t get his mouth to feel clean again. He could see Concord approaching cautiously in the mirror, but he just kept brushing with as much force as he could. 

“I think they’re clean, Fizz.” 

He bit down on the tooth brush and spit the tip into the sink before gripping the edges. 

“Why did you kiss me with his blood in my mouth?” 

Concord touched his arm lightly but he pulled away, keeping his eyes trained on the water circling the drain. Concord lowered his hand, respecting his boundaries as he always did.

“I love you. And you were hurt. I’d have kissed you no matter what.” 

“Why doesn’t it make you mad? That his blood touched you?” 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even give it a thought.” 

Fizz’s arms relaxed as his grip on the sink eased. 

“It pisses me off. It makes me feel like shit. That I let any part of him touch you.” 

Concord shifted uneasily, clearly unsure of what to do. 

“Can I hug you?” 

“No.”

“Do you want some time to yourself?” 

“...No. Stay with me, please?” 

“As long as you want me here, I’ll be here. Whatever you want from me.” 

Fizz didn’t know what he wanted. That wasn’t true. He wanted to hold Concord, wanted his comfort and love. But he couldn’t touch him now that he felt contaminated. It didn’t make sense. He’d been touching him this whole time. But somehow, here, in their home, it wasn’t allowed. His voice came out tired and sad.

“I just want to be clean.”

He could see the sympathy pain in Concord’s eyes as he looked up at his reflection.

“Do you want me to help you get clean?” 

Fizz nodded. 

“Okay. I can do that.” 

Fizz finished rinsing out his mouth, picking bristles from between his teeth as he listened to Concord get the tub ready. Concord had always been gentle when they bathed together, but his touch had never been softer than it was now. Fizz wanted to scrub until his skin peeled off. But he let Concord do it. It was safer that way. 

It did make him feel better, the cleaner he got. And the more Concord caressed him with his careful, thoughtful touches. His sweet Concord. So much kinder than anyone he’d ever met. So willing to take care of him in so many different ways when he could. Something about the gentle nature of the bath and his appreciation for how caring and understanding Concord was made him feel like now would be the best time to ask the question that had been nagging him.

“Can I ask you something, Concord?” 

“Of course.” 

“How do you know when you feel true love?” 

Concord’s hands stopped on his back for a moment before slipping around him. He sat up on his knees to lean flush against his back. Every inch of warm imp that touched his synthetic skin made him shiver in pleasure.  

“Love is hard to define, Fizz. It’s difficult for anyone to put into words. And we all love differently. There is no one true kind of love. My love for you is probably very different from your love for me. But both are valid. Both are love.”

“Even if I only love you because of my programming?” 

Concord sat back and Fizz regretted saying that. Now was not the time to make Concord cry. But he didn’t hear any sniffles or sobs. He just resumed washing his back, voice calm and neutral. 

“Do you think that’s why you love me?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“How long has this been bothering you?” 

Fizz was silent.

“The whole time?” 

He nodded hesitantly. 

“Why didn’t you talk to me about it?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

“That’s fair. I understand why you’d be worried about that.” 

Fizz realized Concord had slipped into his therapist role. He wasn’t prone to showing his true feelings when he got like that if Fizz didn’t prompt  him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. 

“ Are you hurt?” 

“No. Not for me. I’m sorry that I caused you distress because I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about this.” 

A long silence fell over them, Concord running his hands over his back and shoulders, down his arms. He wasn’t washing him anymore, just soothing touches. 

“How do you know you really love me?” Fizz asked after a while.

“I have programming, too, you know? Genetics have given me a predisposition to certain things and my life experiences have an undeniable influence. Especially from the developmental period of childhood. I could probably write a psychological profile on why those factors make me love you. But I’d rather ignore that. Instead, I think about how I love the way my chest feels when you smile at me. How I love when you call me your little plaything and I know I belong to you. How happy I am to be yours.” 

Fizz concentrated on the ripples of water around his legs as he let Concord’s words sink in, his hands continuing their comforting pattern over his skin. Until they slipped around his waist, and Concord pressed himself against his back again. He laid his cheek against his shoulder. 

“But more than that, Fizz, I think about how I’m happy you exist. I’m happy this is a world in which you came into being. So that I could know you and how wonderful you are as a person. We don’t have to have a relationship to stay together as friends. And you don’t have to love me to have the same relationship we’ve been having, if it’s what you want. But I’ll always love you no matter what. Because I love you . Not what you can give me. That’s just how my love works.” 

Fizz turned, forcing Concord to sit back again. He felt weirdly light-headed and terrified all at the same time. He knew Concord gave him a lot of control, but he hadn’t realized just how much. He’d never abuse that control but the idea that Concord could have ended up with someone who would scared him. The idea of Concord being treated the way Ahroth treated him hurt to think about.

“You’d really let me have you like this without expecting anything back?” 

Concord smiled calmly as if it were nothing. 

“It’s how we were before, remember? My love is unconditional. And most importantly, I trust you. I know it’s safe to give myself to you this way. If I had any suspicion at all that you would hurt me, I wouldn’t. I was very guarded before we met. I hadn’t had a relationship in seven years. So, please, understand just how safe and loved you make me feel.”

Fizz leaned over Concord, chest aching in a way it shouldn’t with his pain receptors turned off. He cupped his precious little imp’s face in both hands and leaned down as Concord let himself be drawn up into the sweetest, softest kiss he could give him. 

“I do love you, Concord.” 

“It’s okay to still have doubts.” Concord assured him, fingers playing over his arm. “This isn’t something that’s easy to resolve, I know. But I’ll be here to talk to you about it when you need me. More than anything, I want you to have the relationship that makes you happy and comfortable.”

“Thank you for being so...you.” 

Concord’s smile turned into amusement. Fizz couldn’t believe how simple that was. If he could have just let himself talk to Concord from the beginning, he might not have had to worry so much. Or maybe it had to be now. Maybe everything had needed to line up just right.

That Concord also had a kind of programming helped Fizz stop worrying so much about his own. He felt what he felt and if Concord could tell his overactive brain to stop thinking about why, so could Fizz. 

He and Concord spent the rest of the day cuddling together in bed. Concord took a lot of pictures. His mood seemed to fluctuate as much as Fizz’s power drops which concerned him. But he knew Concord could worry too much about things. Fizz was sure he was stable enough now that he should be out of danger until Cog returned. But Concord would probably worry until Cog got him back to full functionality.

He didn’t mind the power drops too much. He just got kind of tired and silly. And Concord seemed to enjoy some of his silliness. He got to act on his urges a bit more now. Concord wouldn’t let him go too far, but there were a not insignificant amount of make-out sessions. 

But later in the night, as Concord seemed to be getting sleepy and ready to turn in, Fizz started to feel strange. Not groggy or silly. Anxious. Antsy. He took the phone out of Concord’s hands as he took another picture of kissing him on the cheek. He gave Fizz a curious look as he set it aside and turned to him. 

“I feel funny.” 

“Funny, how?” Concord asked, gripping his arm. 

“I really...really wanna...I gotta…” 

His eyes glowed at top brightness and Concord had to look away. He felt himself vibrating and thought he might have accidentally activated the various vibrators placed around his body. But that wasn’t it. He just wanted to move so badly. He needed to move!

“Power surge! What do I do?” 

Concord sat up and looked around, clearly panicked. 

“I don’t know! Cog didn’t tell me! Should I tie you down?” 

Fizz reached for the ropes in their bedside table with his good arm and dropped them in Concord’s lap. Concord moved as quickly as he could, starting with Fizz’s arms. He tied them to the headboard and started working on figuring out how to best secure his chest when Fizz’s legs started kicking. The covers went flying off the bed and Concord flinched. They were going so fast now they were a blur. 

He wrapped his arms around Fizz’s middle and held him down physically, trying to keep his chest stable without putting too much pressure on it. It was too late to try to secure it with ropes. And he’d never be able to get his legs. 

“Are you okay?” 

Fizz didn’t know how to answer that. He just felt so frustrated that he couldn’t go. He bucked against Concord suddenly, jerking his chest and making Concord gasp. 

“Fizz, please, you have to keep still.”

“I’m trying! I can’t!” 

He rocked from side to side, trying to roll out from under Concord as his arm extended. Tied as it was, it had nowhere to go. The arm just fell around them in coils and Fizz tightened them, pulling Concord against him. 

“Not too tight!” 

The arm stopped just short of constricting Concord’s breathing and a leg extended instead as Fizz tried to concentrate on where his energy went. It shot across the apartment and hit something in another room with a crash. Shit, he hoped that wasn’t the TV.  

“Sorry!” 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Concord tried to keep his voice calm and soothing, but Fizz could hear the undercurrent of anxiety. “Just ride it out. It can’t last long.” 

It didn’t. As suddenly as it came, it went. After another few tense moments of thrashing all of Fizz’s limbs went suddenly limp and his eyes entirely dark. His head lulled. He couldn’t even find the energy to retract his limbs. He could hear Concord’s voice but couldn’t answer. He tried as hard as he could. Concord sounded so distressed and he wanted to let him know he’d be okay. But darkness took him as he sank into a deep sleep mode.