#peach tango

[bluefloret]

was coloring a lot of traditional art doodles lately, I didn't realize how many I... hadn't posted lmao

[batidoflan]

Got a lil dance brainrot

[galaxygermdraws]

Me and @shadesofvermillionvoid made a silly HC Mario AU because the Direct infected my brain. Uh. Yea :D

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated, thankyuuuu)

[siracethegreat]

I vote he gets to burn down the houses of annoying people !! Silly

[perch-the-cat]

Bowigi CrackFic

Alright, this is a fan fic @mayketz and I made. This is a Bowigi story (I don't ship Luigi and Bowser but this fan fic is too beautiful to pass down). This story might not be suitable for sensitive people but who cares. Bro If yall want to draw art for some of it reblog your pics! Alright, now that's over with, on with the story,

Sexy Confessions

“You may now, kiss the bride,” The preacher said. 

They looked into each other’s glistening eyes. Luigi and Daisy felt bliss and peace while they leaned in.

“WAIT!”

Everyone turned to face where the noise had come from. Bowser and the Koopalings stood there, Bowser in a fancy white suit with a handsome matching tophat. Luigi and Daisy were confused, and before anyone could do anything, The Best Man pulled out a Tanooki Leaf powerup, ready to use it to protect his brother if he had to. Before he could use it, Luigi stopped him.

“Mario, hold on a second.”

“What do you want Bowser? You’re Rizzing me up days are over, I don’t love you anymore,” Luigi shouted with anger, fear hinting itself on his face.

“You’re coming with me!” Bowser shouted back.

Luigi felt a small scaly hand with sharp claws grab him from behind. Then the world went dark, and the last thing he saw was Bowser’s lips ushering him to sleep.

………………………………………………….

When he woke up, he was in a dimly lit room, he saw Bowser on a stage, with a piano. The first thing he felt the urge to say was, 

“Why does this room have such shitty lighting?”

“Hey! It’s mood lighting!” Bowser protested back.

“I couldn't let myself see you get married to that bitch, I love you too much for that. My Koopalings need a good Queen.”

Luigi glared back at him, “If you really love me, prove it.”

Bowser then looked at his piano and started playing a serenading tune.

“This one is for my one and only true love

Luigi

Luigi, you're so cool

And with my balls, we're gonna rule

Luigi, understand

I'm gonna fuck you 'til the very end

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

I love you, oh

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

I love you, oh

Mario, Daisy, and a Donkey Kong too

A thousand troops of Bitches couldn't keep me from you

Luigi, at the end of the line

I'll make you mine, oh

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, Luigi

I love you, oh

Luigi, Luigi, Luigi, LUIGI!!!!!!!!”

By the time Bowser was done, Luigi had happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I love you too Bowsie,” He chuckled out. 

They slowly walked toward each other, they both knew what they were about to do with each other. They placed their arms around each other, Bowser’s on Luigi's shoulders and Luigi’s wrapped around Bowser’s waist. They swayed a bit before they slowly leaned into each other.  Their soft and scaly lips pressed together, as they made love. They swayed this way and that, tongues touching each other, it was like they were trapped in a sexy dance that seemed it could never be broken. As they finally left each other’s face they looked into each other’s eyes and started dancing.

“I ache for the touch of your lips, dear

But much more for the touch of your whips, dear

You can raise welts

Like nobody else

As we dance to the Masochism Tango”

They swayed this way and that, singing to each other with passion.

“Let our love be a flame, not an ember

Say it's me that you want to dismember

Blacken my eye

Set fire to my tie

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

At your command

Before you here I stand

My heart is in my hand

(Yeechh!)

It's here that I must be

My heart entreats

Just hear those savage beats

And go put on your cleats

And come and trample me

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

My soul is on fire

It's aflame with desire

Which is why I perspire when we tango

You caught my nose

In your left castanet, love

I can feel the pain yet, love

Every time I hear drums

And I envy the rose

That you held in your teeth, love

With the thorns underneath, love”

Sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches

The last time I needed twenty stitches

To sew up the gash

That you made with your lash

As we danced to the Masochism Tango

Bash in my brain

And make me scream with pain

Then kick me once again

And say we'll never part

I know too well

I'm underneath your spell

So, darling, if you smell

Something burning, it's my heart

'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Masochism Tango”

With that final line, they kissed once more.

[xx-akubara-xx]

Here's a lil something I was also working on yesterday- Just a WIP for now! I hope to work on it again soon!

[baduzzxy]

just saw an anti-vape ad while i hold my silly little whimsical disposable

[yakkitylylac]

im a little bit obsessed with this pain thats in my chest

[queers-gambit]

Two to Tango

prompt: the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: 5.4k+

note: author still does not want any messages about glorifying toxic relationships. typically, but not always, when someone calls you clingy, it's weaponized and is abusive. this fic is not meant to portray that! it’s meant to show internal agony and the journey to forgiveness - Carmy apologizes 'cause he's actually sorry!

warnings: cursing, reader folds 'cause who wouldn't for the sweet puppy that is Carmy, hurt and comfort, small angst, small fluff, we talk about Mikey a bit, author uses writing as therapy, relationship angst...? barely edited.

part one: God's Plan

"It's six in the Goddamn morning!" You raged at your front door, stomping up to it, "Are you dumb in the fucking head!? Who the fuck in their right mind knocks like the Goddamn cops at six in the fucking morning!?"

You whipped it open, the force causing a breeze of air to blow your bedridden hair back and highlight your exhaustion. "Hiya, sunshine," Richie beamed down at you, holding up a paper bag, offering, "donut?"

"Richie!? I know you're not fuckin' stupid, baby boy, so, what the fuck is wrong with you? It's six in the morning on my day off - do you want to give me a reason to punch you? You hate your nose that much?"

He tisked at you mockingly, "Someone's cranky this morning."

"What do you want?"

"You're not gonna invite me in for coffee? I brought us donuts! See? C'mon, Peach," He jostled the bag around with a shit-eating, closed-lip smile. "Dooonuts," he taunted.

You had to pause, count to ten in your head, then sigh through your nose. You offered kindly, "Richie? Would you like to come in for some coffee? Since you kindly brought donuts?"

He grinned, "Awwh, thanks, Peach, thats real nice of yah! Don't mind if I do!"

"Don't call me that," you snapped, leading him into your kitchen. The door shut and locked.

"Oh, someone's touchy."

"What do you fucking want?" You whined, pouring two mugs of hot coffee. "You come bangin' at my door, early ass in the mornin'. You better have a good-ass reason," you slid the mug over the counter he sat at. "Cream or sugar?"

He shook his head, fiddling with the mug for a moment before admitting as you dressed up your own coffee, "Uh, so... It's Carmy."

You paused, taking a slow sip from your mug, waiting for more that wouldn't come. So, you quietly asked, "What about Carmy?"

"He's falling apart."

"O...Kay?"

"Peach," he frowned, "you know that your relationship was the only thing that made sense to him - he's falling apart without you there."

"Okay," you nodded, taking another swallow of hot bean-water.

"That's it? Nothing else to say? Dude's losin' his fuckin' shit, Peach. Okay? Barely leaves the restaurant, h-he's all manic and shit, doesn't stop cookin', isn't gettin' a lotta sleep, and Syd said his clothes are all over the apartment - he's not keeping himself in order."

"So, he needs his mother?"

Richie glared with a clenched jaw, "Not fuckin' funny, Peach."

"I'm not laughing."

"He needs you."

"I'd argue otherwise, he's a grown fuckin' man who doesn't need to be taken care of. Look, if he was man enough to call me a desperate, clingy bitch, he's man enough to deal with the fallout of his words."

"Look, hey, hey, hey, I'm not sayin' he's not in the wrong," he waved his hands, eyes widening, "actually, the exact opposite. We all chewed his ass out when we found out what he fuckin' said, Peach. And look, I've never seen Fak that fuckin' angry."

You semi-pouted your bottom lip, "Really?"

"Fak was ready to strangle Carmy, I think," Richie sighed. "I yelled, Sugar yelled, Fak lost his shit, Syd even cornered him in the office and laid into him..."

"I thought she didn't like me," you whispered.

"She's getting to know you, but she likes you," he assured, "and it's obvious the affect you have on Carmy. We all respect that - "

"Oh, great, so everyone except the one person who needs to respect our relationship - respects it!"

Richie frowned at you, nodding in agreement before admitting, "He's a dumb fuckin' idiot, Peach, we all know that, but the dude is losing it without you."

"Sucks to suck."

"Peach," he groaned, slapping his hands to the counter with exasperation. "Don't you love him?"

"Of course I love him, but I also have this little thing called self-respect! He said some shit - shit he can't ever take back. The fuck I look like going back to him when he's the one in the wrong!? I don't hate myself that much, and despite what he says, I'm not that desperate for love."

"How is talking to the man you love - "

"Richie," you paused him, "your Cousin said a lot of hurtful shit. It's been weeks, okay? He's gonna snap outta it, realize what he's done, and right the wrongs he's committed. I don't need to speed that along in any way, shape, or form - he's a grown man. And I'm a grown woman, I don't have to fall to anyone's beck-and-call, he can figure his own shit out."

"I know - look, it's been fuckin' weeks of us dealin' with him losin' his fuckin' mind!" Richie snapped. "We tried to respect that you wanted distance and time, we really did, but he's losin' it, Peach, more than he's lost it before. Okay? I'm concerned about him, more than I was when the shit with Mikey went down..."

You sighed and leaned on your kitchen counter, wiping your fingers over your eyes to pinch the bridge of your nose after. "Okay, okay," you paused, sighing again, blinking as you looked at Richie, "so, what would you like me to do?"

He pouted dramatically, "Talk to him? Please?"

"To say... What?"

"I don't know, you guys can work that out together, but he's miserable, Peach. Just talk to him, just..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I know it's not fair to ask of you, but he's slippin' off the deep end. You're all he knows, all that makes sense to him, and with you gone..." His eyes turned red as he held back his tears, "I-I'm not sayin' he's gonna do anythin', Peach, but everythin' with Mikey's still so fresh... I just - I can't go through this again. Can't lose another Berzatto."

You frowned, understanding now why he appeared so frazzled.

"Carmy's not Mikey, Richie, okay?" You reminded him softly, reaching for his hand; leaving your extended to reach him, "And you're not gonna lose any more of us, you hear me?" You gave a squeeze, "I'll talk to him."

"Really?"

"I will," you assured softly, seeing the single tear drop from his waterline when he bowed his head and sniffled harshly. "Hey, Richie...? Do you, maybe, wanna bring some flowers to Mikey today? Think you wanna visit?"

He shrugged, "Maybe..."

"Maybe it'll be nice," you assured calmly. "It rained a few days ago, so, the ground won't be too soggy anymore, but the grass will be lush and green - hydrated and shit."

"Right," he chuckled, nodding, "yeah, okay, maybe that'll be nice, yeah, you're right."

"Maybe Carmy could use a visit, too."

"He won't go."

You nodded, "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just have the offer."

Richie agreed, downing the last of his black coffee. "All right," he cleared his throat, "let's go - you wearin' that?"

"What?"

"You gonna wear that? To go talk to Carmy?"

"It's not even seven in the morning!"

"He's at the restaurant," Richie shrugged. "Dude doesn't leave. C'mon, he needs a nap or somethin'."

You groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave unless you left with him. So, you got ready quickly while he sat at your desktop computer; playing Facebook's FarmVille - the same you left your little cousins to play when they needed distracted. He was enraptured by the adorable virtual sheep, laughing to himself as he learned the ropes of the game; and when you were ready, you had time to fill a to-go tumbler of coffee while he signed off.

When you arrived at The Beef, it was still closed for the morning prep; and inside, chaos rained in a fury of angry voices. You listened to Carmy snap at Marcus about something petty, going as far as to slap a pastry out of his hand as they argued in one another's faces with ignited passion.

"Ooookay," you moved through the kitchen and got between the two men, hands on Carmy's chest, "that's enough, Chef, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, walk away - just walk away, Carmy, don't do this. Hey, hey, don't do this, c'mon, just step off - walk away with me, please. Please, Carmy, hey, hey, step off, walk away with me, please."

"Fuck you doin' here, Peach?" He asked with red, swollen eyes. He looked sullen; pale between the angry red blotches to his skin, bags under his tired eyes, looking worn out and thinner than you remembered.

"Yeah, hey, hey, we'll talk about that, c'mon, outside, outside, outside," you directed him, sighing at the sight of the splattered pastry you were forced to step over. "I'm so sorry, Marcus," you whispered, seeing him nod and wave you off as you and Carmy pushed outside into the alley.

The door shut behind you, making Carmy snarl, "What the fuck, Peach - "

"No, I think that's better asked to you," you snapped. "The hell's wrong with you? Yellin' at Marcus like that? You know how rude it is to slap shit outta anyone's hand?"

He paced in anger, wiping a hand down his face; circling his mouth with his fingers, eyes ringed with red, hair greasy and tossed in a mess. His pants looked baggy, his shirt wrinkled, stained, and dirty with sweat marks.

"What're you doin' here?" He asked in a pant, hands going to his slender hips, head shaking as his tear-filled eyes avoided yours.

"Carmy, we need to talk."

"No shit," he breathed, scoffing after and widening his pace.

"Hey, Carmy, hey, hey," you reached for him, taking both his wrists in your grasp so he had to face you. "I need you to pause for me, please, hey," you stepped in his way when he tried to move. "Carmy, you're no good to anyone when you're like this - least of all yourself. So, I need you to talk - "

"You left," he panicked, pulling back to start pacing again. "You left - you left me. We got in a fight and you left, you fucking left. You walked away and you left me."

"Carmy, we got in more than a fight," you sighed. "You lashed out at me, then turned avoidant, and I don't linger where I'm not wanted."

"How can you think that?" He demanded, still pacing. "That you're not wanted by me? That you're not welcome, what? In my life? At my side? With me? Baby - of course, you are!"

"You didn't exactly make me feel any different," you pointed out sharply. "Carmy, can you please fucking pause for me so we can talk this out - "

"I know I fucked up," he ranted to himself, huffing and puffing as his emotion strangled him. "I know I did, I kept - I couldn't - I fucked up. I know I did. I couldn't get my head outta my ass," he listed, pacing as he panted when panic took hold of his being, "and I hurt you, and it was like I had to keep hurting you because I couldn't be alone in what I felt and I couldn't exactly figure out what the fuck I was feeling - I just needed you to hurt, too."

"Carmy," you sighed patiently.

"And I couldn't stop, I just kept going, and when I realized how bad I made it, I couldn't fucking stop - I needed y-yo-you t-to know what I felt, but I couldn't find the words. I-I hate that I did that, I-I fucking hurt you and I made this so much worse than it ever had t-to be, and I fucking know, Peach, okay? I know you're not clingy, you were just loving me. Y-You were loving me, you were using your own love languages, and I felt y-you so fuckin' close to me, and freaked out - I just - I just don't know why. I just - I panicked, I couldn't stop whatever I felt, and I'm so sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, wiping his cheeks as the tears started. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Peach, I couldn't control myself and I-I hate that I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your understanding, but I just - I couldn't stop - "

"Carmy," you stepped directly in his footpath; needing to seize hold of his swollen biceps to catch his movements as he all but barreled right into you, "I need you to breathe."

"Nah, I'm okay - "

"No, you're not," you spoke sternly, shaking your head. "Baby," you eased your tone to a softer tone, seeing a glimmer of hope spark in his baby blues, "I need you to take a breath and remain in the present with me, okay? Just stand here with me," you watched as he blinked a couple of times; reaching out to hold your waist tentatively. "And stay in the present, okay? Stay here with me."

"I'm so sorry, Peach," he whispered, stepping closer so he could feel your breasts against his chest; caging you with his arms. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I didn't - I didn't know what the fuck I was even trying to fight with you about. You're not clingy - you're not any of the things I said, I didn't mean it - any of it."

"Calling me desperate?"

"I didn't mean any of it."

"A bitch?"

"Please," he whispered, bringing you in closer so he could rest his forehead on yours. "Don't repeat it, I know what I said, and I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm goin' crazy without yah, Peach. I need my best girl, and I don't deserve you, but I fuckin' need you." He sniffled, pulling back to caress your cheek, whispering, "I need you, Peach, you're the only thing that I know - the only thing I can understand, that makes sense to me. I think I just felt stressed and overwhelmed, I wasn't sure what to do - I couldn't find the words, I'm so sorry."

You nodded slowly, "I think we can work through this."

"I don't deserve you."

"Maybe not, but you have me anyway," you whispered, bringing his forehead to your own again. "But you can't do this again, taking anger out on me when I haven't done anything."

"Never again," he sighed, now nestling into your neck for comfort; arms tightening so you were the closest you could be with your head bent to keep his head caressed with yours.

"I don't think we can say 'never', but we can make an effort to leave work stress at work, right?" You whispered softly, letting one around coil around him to keep him close; the other caressing his jaw. "You don't get to treat me like that," you reminded him, "because I'm on your side, Carmy, I'm not the enemy."

"I know," he squeezed you tight.

"And the people doing their jobs are not the enemy," you smirked.

"I know," he chuckled lightly. "I owe Marcus an apology..."

"I'm sure you owe it to the others, too," you mused, holding his cheek as you turned your head to kiss his forehead. "Promise me we're done with that reactive bullshit. It doesn't make navigating a relationship easier on us."

"We're done, we're so fuckin' done with that shit," he whispered, deflating into your embrace as you held him close. "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am."

"I know," you comforted softly. "I forgive you."

"I don't deserve it."

"Hey, hey, this self-deprecating stunt has to end, too. We've gotta go forward with at least some confidence if we're gonna figure this out together."

He nodded, pulling back but keeping hold of your waist. "I am confident about this... About you - about us."

"Hmm?" You gently pushed a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Move in with me - officially."

Your face contorted in mild disappointment, "Oh, Carmen - "

"No, no," he rushed, sighing as his hand flattened on your jaw and cheek again, "just listen to me. I've wanted to ask you for a long time, okay? I've wanted this for - like - fucking years. Hear me? I just," he sighed, "I wasn't sure how to ask. I want this for us, I want us to be together, okay? Officially. I-I want us living together, Peach, okay? I want to come home and just - I want you there. I want all of you," he frowned, tears swelling again, "and all your shoes in the foyer, hair in the shower drain, perfume on the counter, and every-single-way you know how to love me. I was wrong to say you were clingy - and everything else I said. Baby, the last couple weeks, I've felt so fucking empty, so lonely and - just - cold. I've been cold without you. I need you, Peach, I need you with me, and I need you to be exactly you - no holding back. Because you're exactly who I need to love me, I'm so sorry I fucked that up before."

"Carmy."

He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"I know," you smirked, "and I forgive you. But you know it's gonna take more than a few pretty words and some tears, right?"

He nodded, "Anything to make this work again."

You sighed in patience, "Go say your apologies to the others, we've got t'make a stop before going back to yours - and you're going to take a fucking nap."

"I'm fine - "

"Look me in my eye and try to tell me in the past 72 hours, you've had decent, restful sleep."

He frowned, opening his mouth a few times but then sighing. "You know I can't," he whispered.

"Exactly why we're going back to yours."

Carmy paused, brows furrowing as if a thread pulled them together. He asked softly, "Is that a no to us... Living together? Is that why you're calling it 'my' place?"

You offered him a look of patience and leaned in to peck his lips for a few prolonged seconds, promising, "There's your apartment, there's my apartment, and then there's gonna be our apartment. Somewhere that's just ours, 100% us." His mouth stretched in a grin, so you swiftly cut him off, "But you have to ask me again when you've got restful sleep under your belt. I want you clear headed when you make this kinda decision."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. "Where're we goin' before?"

You swallowed nervously, telling him softly, "You absolutely do not have to go with us, but I think Richie could use a visit out to Mikey's grave. I said I'd take him with some flowers, but you do not have to get out to go with us - not if you're not ready."

He blinked a few times, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes dropped from yours. You were about to coo his name and assure him again, when he nodded at you and tried to half-smile. "Okay," he breathed.

"Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll, uh... M-Maybe I can, just, hang back in the car."

"Sure, baby, whatever you're comfortable with," you whispered, leaning in to peck his forehead. "You good?"

"I will be."

"Mhm," you hummed, caressing his cheek again before pushing your hand into his curls. "Now, let's get a move on - I want you to march in there, say you're sorry to your Chefs, and then we'll leave."

"Yes, ma'am," Carmy whispered, leaning in to kiss you - but you pulled back.

"Aht," you halted him with a teasing finger to his lips, "after we've got everything worked out, then you can kiss me."

"You got t'kiss me," he mumbled against your finger; making you hum as you fought off a stretching smile, and lower your hand.

"Fair point - just one then - "

He cut you off by, indeed, pressing a single kiss to your lips, but not pulling back. His hand raised to hold the back of your head, your lips spreading in a grin against his; finding rhythm to move together before pausing to press in prolonged passion.

When he pulled back, you both paused to smile, and when you tried to peck his lips again, he pulled back, teasing, "Aht, just the one."

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed lightly, letting him take your hand before leading you back into the kitchen. The other Chefs lingered, sparing you and Carmy a few nervous glances, making you whisper in his ear as you squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, baby, get it done."

He nodded and called the kitchen to attention, clearing his throat, and beginning to make his apologies. He singled out Marcus, then Sydney, Richie, and Sugar; the kitchen staff all accepting his words and insisting he could take the day off - even the next few days if he wanted! You had to usher him to grab his things a few times, nudging him in reminder and verbally pushing him back into action. That boy's ADHD would truly be the death of him.

"So?" Richie smirked at you as Marcus handed you a packaged box of pastries.

"We're talking it out."

He chuckled, "Good. Get him outta here, Peach, dude needs to breathe."

"I got it," you swatted him away as Carmy exited the office. "But we've got somewhere to be first, right?"

He paused, then nodded and asked in a mutter, "He said okay?"

"He's got time to decide what he wants to do, but he knows we're going. C'mon, get your coat."

Richie met you at the front of the restaurant and with a parting wink to Sugar, you took Carmy's hand, tangled your fingers together, and left to venture to your parked car. Carmy got in the front, Richie in the back, and after a stop at a corner bodega to grab three bouquets of flowers, you drove to the cemetery. Carmy was silent, no music played, and Richie's leg bounced in anxious tension; making small conversation with you about your job in an effort to distract himself.

When you arrived, you pulled up on the access road that you knew was closest to Mikey's grave. Richie spared a glare between you and Carmy before muttering that he needed a cigarette and got out of the car to leave you alone. "Baby?" You whispered, reaching for his hand. "Hey, look, if you don't want to go with us, it's okay. We won't be long... But maybe you want to sign this," you showed him the small, blank name card left in the flowers.

"Why?" He whispered.

You shrugged, "So he knows they're from you."

"Peach," he sighed, meeting your eyes.

"Baby, I know it's silly, I know it's easier to ignore it all. But I'd like to believe it's just a nice gesture for our own closure - it's a signed gift from us, to them... And maybe it's nice to pretend that wherever they are, they know what we've left for them."

Carmy nodded slowly, "I-I don't think... I don't think I can go..."

"It's okay, baby," you whispered.

"But," he sniffled, opening his hand to you, "I'll sign it, if you'll leave it for me?"

"Of course," you rushed, opening your purse to producing a pen for him. The clank card rest on the center console of your car, pausing, swallowing nervously, then scribbling his name as he cleared his throat. He offered you the pen, waited until it was put away, then offered the flowers. "Hang tight, we won't be too long," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, pecking your forehead before letting you get out of the car. You handed Richie his own flowers with a signed card, holding your own and Carmy's; linking arms with Rich to venture up the small grass hill and moved about halfway down the cemetery plot line. When you came to his stone, you understood this was what Rich needed more than you, so, you knelt and laid the two bouquets down before starting to quickly groom the area around his tombstone.

You told him, "I'm sorry it's not much, but I'll be back later for a picnic and a chat. I brought you flowers from me a-and from Carmy. He's in the car, but he's here, Mikey... Give him time," you whispered, brushing dirt from the stone before standing. "Take your time," you told Richie softly, seeing the tears gather in his eyes.

"Thanks, Peach," he whispered, offering you a tight hug. When you pulled back and started to walk away, Richie lowered himself to kneel and lay his own flowers down; hearing him tell Mikey, "Don't gotta worry 'bout us, Mike-Man, Peach is the glue that keeps us together. Shit, she even got Carmy out here..."

You made it back to the car and got in, smiling at Carmy - but dropping it the instant you saw tears in his eyes. "Talk to me," you whispered, reaching for a wet wipe in your glovebox to clean your hands after plucking the grass and brushing off dirt from the grave.

"Why can't I get out?"

You only stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to say.

"I'm here... I'm finally here... Why can't I get out?"

"You're not ready," you nodded, tossing the wipe aside to a plastic bag. "It's okay, Carmy, it's okay to not be ready yet. We can come back when you are," you reached for his hand.

"I think this added to my frustration," he admitted. "I couldn't... I didn't go to the funeral, haven't been here since he was... You know."

"Laid to rest."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Fuck's wrong with me?"

"You're grieving," you relented, nuzzling closer so your head rested on his shoulder. "It's not linear, Carmy, baby, just let yourself feel. When you try to repress your emotions, you lash out inappropriately."

"I know," he whispered, "'M sorry."

"It's not your fault," you promised, the two of you quietly bowing your heads together. You remained as such until Richie got back in the car, and from there, it was quiet as everyone stewed in their own emotion. You dropped Rich back at work before promising to call him later and driving away; heading for Carmy's apartment in the soothing silence, his hand locked in yours.

When you arrived at his apartment, you froze upon seeing the interior's state. "Oh, Carmy, no," you whispered, frowning deeply.

"Looks worse than it is," he deflected. You only hummed and let him lead you to the bedroom; watching him strip and prepare for bed before joining you on the mattress. He crashed almost immediately, sighing in relief as he pecked over your shoulder and collarbone, muttering, "'M so glad you're back. 'M so sorry, Peach."

"I know you are, and I forgive you," you told him softly, carding a manicured hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, baby."

He was asleep nearly instantly. He deflated on top of you, deeply resting enough to not notice you slip out from under him. You cleaned his entire apartment; doing laundry, cleaning, scrubbing, replacing necessities he deemed himself too lazy to pay attention to. You did dishes, cleaned out his fridge, and as you mopped up the floors, the sun set and Carmy emerged from the bedroom.

"Baby?" He mumbled in earnest confusion, sighing in relief when he saw you.

"What? Afraid I disappeared on you?" You teased with a small grin.

"For sure," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes; making your amusement dim when you realized the nerve it struck. "The hell you doin'?"

"You didn't seriously think I could rest knowing this monster of a clean-up job lingered out here, did you?"

"I don't want you t'clean after me."

"Well, too late," you smirked. "You good now?"

"I feel better, yeah."

"Good."

"And I made up my mind."

"Hmm? About what?"

"I'm gonna take some time off work," he nodded, "and focus on us. Get us in a new crib, it'll be nice."

"Think you can handle that?"

He nodded, "I'll have to, you're the most important thing in my life, I can't lose you. So, if I gotta take time off, that's the least of my worries. I'm only here for us, for you."

You smiled at him, setting the mop aside to wrap him in your arms. "I like the sound of that, us making a home together - being able to decorate a new home. But don't let me overdo it, okay? I get all excited and kinda bulldoze my way through projects. I don't want you t'find real reason t'resent me."

"Nah, that ain't possible," he promised quietly.

True to his word, Carmy took three solid weeks off; agreeing to a fourth week as a contact-only consultant. You and he slept in most days, looking at apartments, and not once did he even mention work. He was diligent in his attention, focused on you and you alone; putting in overtime to rebuild that what was broke by focusing on shared interests again. You found a place you loved ready for what was basically immediate move-in, taking time to pack your respected places and prepare for the official start of your cohabitating relationship.

You didn't forget what he said, being reserved in your displays of love. Yet Carmy was different; he was totally clingy the moment you returned to his life. He feared letting you go meant you'd disappear again, feared you'd run away again. He held your hand at every possible opportunity, got you a fresh bouquet of weekly flowers, ran all his errands with you; never went to bed without you, cooked all meals with you in the kitchen - perched up on a counter. Most showers you took together, and almost every night was spent cuddling on the couch or in bed with either a book being shared between you or a new show playing on the mounted flatscreen TV.

Carmy clung because he thought if he showed you acts of his love, it'd allow comfort towards your loving behavior to flourish again - and he was right. It took a little bit of time, but Carmy clung tighter and tighter; ensuring you started to reciprocate before ever easing up in the intensity of his affectionate displays. He didn't want to overwhelm you, but knew you needed the reassurance.

You were cautious, you were apprehensive; tiptoeing around Carmy even when living together before warming back up to him. You didn't need to repeat the words he hurled at you all those weeks ago, not wanting to dredge up repressed feelings, but never letting him forget what he said. Your actions spoke enough, skittish around his affection; something Carmy took note of and despised himself for. He made up for it, of course he did, it was Carmy and he hated tension and conflict in his closest circles of life. Yet it wasn't so easy for you two to move forward, they weren't just words to you.

They were direct insults to you as a person; to you and how you loved others. Carmy had seen your deepest fear and used it as a defense against you - wanting you to hurt the way he was, too. He understood this wasn't acceptable, knowing the next time he resorted to such despicable actions, you'd simply walk away; never dealing with disrespect, so, he needed to be acutely aware of his words.

You would never allow yourself to be someone else's doormat, but part of being an adult is understanding that people were allowed to make mistakes - it's part of being fucking human. How terrible you'd feel if someone held your own mistakes against you, because the truth was, you weren't perfect either.

Part of being in a(n adult) relationship is understanding when someone apologized, it was best to accept and move on because nothing was ever solved by dragging turmoil out. This didn't mean forget what happened, forget whatever emotion was evoked - but to do your part to repair what was broken; no matter who was at fault, it always took Two to Tango.

And in this song and dance, you were ready to sweep around the dance floor if only with Carmy. Because that's what a relationship was; a conscious effort by both partners to work as one, to dance in-sync; owning the art together, as equal partners.

requesting rules and masterlist

The Bear masterlist

Clingy Baby collection masterlist

[cluemily]

Cleo and chat had a discussion about what flavour each Life series member is.

Tango is raspberry (or blue raspberry during S9) flavoured.

Pearl is mango flavoured. (5AM Pearl is red bull flavoured.)

Gem is cherry flavoured.

Skizz is banana flavoured Fundip.

Lizzie is pumpkin spice flavoured.

Grian is strawberry flavoured.

Bdubs is Sour Patch Kid flavoured.

Martyn is lemon flavoured. (Lemon-lime is acceptable.)

Scott is peppermint hot chocolate flavoured.

Rendog is hot Cheeto flavoured.

Jimmy is peach flavoured.

Scar is cotton candy flavoured.

Cleo is kiwi flavoured.

BigB is cookie flavoured. But also (smooth) peanut butter flavoured.

Impulse is chocolate flavoured. (Good chocolate, not the vomit-y tasting one.)

Etho is blackcurrant flavoured.

Mumbo is hot cinnamon flavoured.

Joel is cola flavoured.

Thanks Cleo.

[palescat]

Flavours assigned to Life Series members by ZombieCleo

Skizz -> Banana Gem -> Cherry Grian -> Strawberry InTheLittleWood -> Lemon(/Lime) ZombieCleo -> Kiwi (/Sour green apple) Etho -> blackcurrant Tango -> (blue) Raspberry Pearl -> Mango Mumbo -> Spicy cinnamon LDshadowlady -> Pumpkin spice Bdubs -> Sourpatch kids Scott -> Peppermint hot chocolate Rendog -> Hot Cheeto Smallishbeans -> Cola Scar -> Cotton candy BigB -> Cookie (/smooth Peanut butter) Impulse -> Chocolate Solidarity -> Peach (5am pearl -> redbull) Will update it once we add more! :D

[arielries]

Bowser and Luigi are in love - but there's a spanner in the works: Mario! Across multiple universes, Bowser and Luigi find each other again and again.

You asked, we answered! The legendary Bowuigi Zine print edition is BACK for a limited time, 10 day only preorder campaign. I've teamed up with ShortBox for one last tango, bringing you a bumper edition of the original zine. With 11 new pages of content (including two minicomics!), the book is now a whopping 44 pages in total.

It introduces new characters such as "cunty luigi" and "golf", and even includes a cameo from the one and only Princess Peach, who shows herself to be an ally for the ages.

Preorders close on the 14th of April, and this will be--and I can't stress this enough--your absolute last chance to get the zine in print. The book will not be for sale in the ShortBox store after this period.

So don't delay, grab your copy here!

[jyoongim]

OMG,I need so bad a alastor x fem!,argentinian,tango dancer Reader 😭 🇦🇷💕💕

Where they are drunk dancing together, Reader has a beautiful dress and they end up in a room (nsfw)

From an Argentinian follower 🗣️💕

OMG HIII BABES!!! I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!1

Note: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT TANGO DANCING BUT I LOVE BALLROOM DANCING!!!! Listen to Habanera!!!

Argentinian Fem!reader x Alastor

The lounge was lively tonight. Sinners were twirling about on the floor as the tempo of the music filled the air.

It was dance night.

You sipped on your peach prosecco as you bobbed your head to the beat of the music. “Why dont we give it a go my dear?” Alastor asked, grinning as you whistled at a couple who twirled by.

You laughed with a shake of your head “Us dance? Oh Alastor i dont think we are in any condition to keep up with anyone.”

The two of you had been sitting at the bar chatting, drinking as you looked at couples filling the dance floor.

He hummed, taking a shot of his whiskey.

“I think well do just fine c’mon cherie ” he slipped his hand around yours, dragging you to the dance floor.

When the two of you took to the dance floor, the other couples looked in awe as Alastor gathered you to his chest, one hand on your waist and the other clasping your hand.

You giggled as he led you into the steps of the tango.

Your red dress twirled around you as he spun you around.

Alastor’s lips softly skimmed your neck as he waltzed you in a circle, lanky legs guiding you into a swift dip.

The tempo of the music mixed with the liquor in your system had you buzzing as you floated around the dance floor.

Step. Twirl. Spin. Dip. Spin. Step.

You flashed a bright smile at an onlooker as Alastor dipped you low, your back perfectly arched against him as he held you.

Your hands fell on his around your waist as he lifted you in the air.

A laugh escaped your throat as you matched your dancing to the speed of the music.

The music was starting to die down as the two of you panted as he pulled you back into him, a smile stretched across his face as the crowd interrupted into cheers.

Existing the dance floor, you expected to go back to the bar and cool off. All that dancing had you riled up, the feeling of Alastor against your body and sensually touching you had your mind reeling.

Instead of the bar, Alastor tugged your hand to lead you into a room off to the side.

You blushed “Don’t tell me all that dancing did something to you Alastor?” You asked teasingly, causing the red demon to growl as he pushed into the dark room.

A closet.

Before you could make a snide comment, lips were on yours, feverishly kissing you.

Oh

Your hands curled in his suit, pulling him against you as his hands pawed at your dress. Alastor trailed his lips down your neck, teeth nipping at your damp skin. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he sucked at the skin.

He tussled with the ruffles of your dress, giving your legs some room to hook around his waist as he hoisted you against the wall.

Your arms curled around his neck, hands finding his undercut and scratching his scalp.

His hips pressed into your yours, crotch rubbing against your clothed cunt as he grinded into you.

He peppered your exposed collarbones in kisses as his hand dipped under your dress, a finger curling into your panties, slipping into the heat of your center.

A soft sigh escaped your throat as he curled his fingers into your heat. “A-Alastor”

He let out a purr at you clenched around his fingers.

”Normally I would ravish you in the comfort of our bed, but I fear I just couldn’t wait for such” he said, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

The sound of his belt and zipper alerted you to his next move and soon you gasped as his cock entered you.

”oh mi mierda” you whimpered as he started to thrust into you.

Your claws dug into his shoulders as he grunted into your shoulder.

”You’ll have to be quiet darlin. Wouldn’t want to have someone find us like this now would you?” He drawled, snapping his hips into yours, jolting you against the wall.

The tiny space filled with the scent of sex as you moaned into his neck, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

But that was difficult when his dick was hitting that sweet bundle of nerves inside you.

Your belly tingled as your orgasm approached.

This was exhilarating!

Sharp claws kneaded your ass as he pulled your hips to meet his rough thrusts.

You were pretty sure his dress pants were stained with how wet you were.

Oh you felt bad for cleaner when you send them off.

His thrusts were getting sloppy as he neared his release.

Alastor’s voice reached your ears in a low hiss “You going to cum cherie? Hmmm. You going to cum on my cock?”

You nodded as you locked your ankles, toes curling in your shoes as he bounced you on his cock.

Your cunt clenched and fluttered as your orgasm rolled through you, milking his cock as his hips stuttered.

Your mouth opened to moan loudly, but Alastor slammed his lips onto yours, swallowing your whimpers as he cummed inside you.

He sighed, grunting as he pulled out of you, cock slapping against you as he lowered you onto your feet.

Your legs felt like they were filled with static as you clung to him, panting from your high.

You winced feeling his cum drip down your thighs as you fixed your dress.

Alastor snapped his fingers to rid of the stain on his pants, purring he pulled you back for a soft kiss, giving you a smile as he pulled your sleeved back on your shoulders, brushing against the bite marks on your skin.

”think we’ve had enough fun for tonight why dont we go home and get cleaned up?” He chirped, wrapping an arm around your waist leading you out of the closet.

Dress for reference!

[welshautisticfurry]

Warrior Cats x MCYT AU

Hermitclan

Leader : Beestar - A grey tabby tom with a cream and black striped tail, blue eyes (X)

Deputy : Goatmane - A large black tom with green eyes, and lots of thick fur (Doc)

Medicine cat : Azaleapelt - A fawn coloured she-cat with light red eyes and pink flowers scattered through her tail (Stress)

Warriors

Snapscar - A large white tom with red eyes and a large scar that covers his left eye (Etho)

Redstone - A small cream tom with black patches on his upper muzzle, green eyes (Mumbo)

Sunflowermoon - A tall silver she-cat with yellow eyes and a moon shaped marking on her shoulder, Ex half-clan (Pearl)

Blazetail - A small orange tabby tom with green eyes (Tango)

Sheepfur - A small white tom with Amber eyes and curly fur (Zed)

Patchpelt - A large ginger-and-cream patchy she-cat with green eyes (Cleo)

Jaywing - A small dusty brown tom with amber eyes (Grian)

Scarface - A large dark brown tom with green eyes and a x-shaped scar across his face (Scar)

Dioritepelt - A small white tom with black flecks covering his pelt and green eyes (Iskall)

Houndmuzzle - A large dark brown tom with a long muzzle and blue eyes (Ren)

Hillfur - A blue-grey tom with blue eyes (Joe hills)

Bearfeather - A large grey tom with brown eyes (Cub)

Swirltooth - A small black tom with yellow eyes (Hypno)

Longsight - A very small tan tom with large green eyes (Bdubs)

Dustmouse - A reddish-brown tom with dark brown eyes (Beef)

Silverface - A small silver tom with green eyes and a grey face (Wels)

Bluemud - A blue-grey tom with brown paws and dark brown eyes (Jevin)

Twigstone - A peach tom with blue eyes (XB)

Goldenapple - A black tom with yellow eyes (Impulse)

Elders

Tinfur - A grey tom with blue eyes (TFC o7)

Half-Clan

Gemheart - A tall tan and ginger she-cat with purple eyes (Gem)

Goldenfeather - A large golden she-cat with green eyes (False)

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Empireclan

Leader : Cavestar - A ginger tom with red eyes (Fwhip)

Deputy : Riftsand - A brown tabby tom with green eyes (Pix)

Medicine Cat : Mushroomleaf - A small tan she-cat with yellow eyes (Shubble)

Warriors

Blossomgrove - A large black she-cat with green eyes and petals in her thick tail (Katherine)

Codtail - A small greyish-tan tom with green eyes (Jimmy)

Foxstream - A tall light reddish-brown she-cat with blue eyes (Lizzie)

Llamaflower - A tall pale peach tom with heterochromia, his left eye is blue and his right eye is yellow (Scott)

Thunderwing - A small tan tom with green eyes (Joel)

Woodtail - A tan tom with a brown tail and amber eyes (Sausage)

Leopardshell - A golden tom with brown spots and brown eyes (Joey)

Eggsong - An off-white and cream mottled tom with blue eyes (Oli)

Half-Clan

Gemheart - A tall tan and ginger she-cat with purple eyes (Gem)

Goldenfeather - A large golden she-cat with green eyes (False)

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Cats outside clans

Martyn - A golden tom with a green bandana and green eyes

Skizz - A large grey tom with blue eyes and scarred legs

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I spent *waay* too long on this. If you want me to draw anyone, send me an ask and the cat and I'll draw it

If we get 5 notes I'll write a boat boys oneshot based on this

Now let me attempt to tag this (oh geez)

[pinazee]

Season 2 final thoughts:

My apologies to my Psych mutuals, my hyperfixation took me on a trip to Hatchetfield and very soon it’ll be in cinderellas castle. It can’t be helped. I plan on finishing my rewatch, especially because I’m about to get into one of my favorite seasons, but it’ll probably be sporadic at best.

Here are my final thoughts on season 2!

This is the official season of lassie stumbling upon shawn and gus by happenstance. He does it in american duos, dis-lodged, black and tan, and im counting lassie standing in front of his pic at the museum. He can push them away as much as he wants but shawns like a boomerang.

I find it incredibly disrespectful that shawn and gus took credit for finding that dinosaur when that one guy literally died for it . Also im pretty sure it would be impossible for a t-rex to be discovered in california because it was all underwater at that time. But thats neither here nor there.

Shawn being a forgery/handwriting expert brings up a funny/depressing image of little shawn having to write lines but in different peoples handwritings

Shawn is an incredibly fast thinker! He saw this scene

And not only deduced what actually happened, but also came up with a cover story for him at the same time.

Word of the day Abulic: abnormal lack of ability to act or to make decisions. Psych writers just casually dropped that little pearl in the middle of a scene in the finale

Overall it was a great season! Juliet got some more scenes, plus her character is beginning to get fleshed out, Gus was even funnier than i remembered, the heartfelt moments were very well acted especially by james who nailed the whole avoidant turmoil of it all. Henry, though, as ive stated in previous posts, is a lot harder to watch as a full fledged adult. He’s just such a prick to shawn any chance he can get. I’m so curious if I’ll be able to forgive him myself down the road. I mean, no wonder Shawn split when he turned 18 and hardly spoke to him again. Man, i wish we could’ve seen Shawn right after he left cause that is one juicy peach. He’d just be all angsty, jumping from one job to the next, getting fired or losing interest (or my personal headcanon is that his gifts of seeing everything kept getting him in some sort of trouble kind of like Poker Face (with natasha lyonne)).

Shawns add’l talents/ random knowledge:

-sketching

-forgery/ handwriting

-can operate a forklift (i think thats what it was lol)

-chess

-tango

-Spanish (honorable mention- he knows enough to speak it passably so i added it) and possibly Portuguese though i bet he just learned the one random phrase to try to trap jann

-acting

-airport codes

Gus niche interests:

-reality tv/ spanish soap operas

-archaeology

-legal tender

-santa barbara models/fashion

Rankings

The Blueberry Tier

American duos

Shawn (and gus) of the dead

Sixty five million years off

Black and tan: a crime of fashion

Nectarina Dulce Tier

Bounty hunters!

Lights, Camera, Homicidio!

Green Apple Jacks t-shirt tier

If you’re so smart then why are you dead

Rob a bye baby

Gus’ dad may have killed an old guy

Theres something about Mira

Did-lodged

And down the stretch comes murder

Psy vs. psy

Genocide of color Tier (somewhere a rainbow is weeping)

The old and the restless

Zero to murder in sixty seconds

Meat is murder…but murder is also murder

[emerald-echeveria-plant]

((y'all loved part one so much, here's part two))

Bowser x reader AGaIn

• Bowser gets jealous very easily. He can't stand you talking to someone else. What's SO important that he can't be included in the conversation?? Are they trying to take you away from him?? Of course they are! Fools! Bowser is always a step ahead of everyone else! He attempts to burn them alive. Luckily, your friend manages to escape only with their ass on fire. Bowser later apologies to you for trying to kill your friend.

• He'd want to get married as soon as possible. Three months of dating and he thinks you're both ready to tie the knot. On one of your dates, he's made a very loud and extravagant proposal. With fireworks, sparklers, many flowers, and some of Kamek's magic to spice things up. The engagement ring is a large diamond that weighs your hand own because of how big it is. If you don't accept his engagement, Bowser will get very upset. Thinking you don't love him anymore. After telling him you're not ready for marriage, Bowser will understand. This gives him the opportunity to try to make a better proposal. It you do accept his proposal, Bowser will want the wedding the exact next day. He REALLY wants to marry you. To be able to call you his spouse. To make you the queen/king of the koopas. You wake up to a white wedding dress/suit set up at your disposal. Bowser himself is in a matching white tuxedo. Kamek officiates the wedding between the two of you. The honeymoon would be on an island. In a expensive suite with a hot tub. Bowser is all to eager to spend his first night with you, if you know what I mean ;)

• if someone's bothering/harassing you, you tell Bowser at all times. He makes sure that they regret upsetting you. As much as Bowser acts like a sweet guy because of you, he's still has that maniacal evil turtle monster apart of him. If you ask him what happened to your harasser, Bowser tells you not to worry about! And to not check the dungeon for a few days.

• makes the dumbest, corniest jokes to make you laugh. Unless it relates to dark humor. And the joked are d a r k.

• Bowser doesn't know how to cook or bake. After learning Peach makes a cake for Mario, he once tried to do the same for you. Instead of it coming out like Bowser pictured it, beautiful and delicious and such. The cake came out burnt, lumpy, and raw. He tried using Kamek's wand to fix it but it only made things worse. With the abomination of the cake becoming a monster. Bowser manages to defeat the cake monster by destroying it with his fire breath. That's the exact same time when you happen to show up. The cake monster explodes, causing a huge mess. Some cake gets on you and Bowser. The two of you clean up the place before Kamek finds out. All the while, Bowser recounts the story of what happened. You admire him for his efforts but beg him to please read the instructions next time.

• Bowser is known to get competitive during games. Kart racing, board games, and even tennis. He taunts the other teams that he'll crush them. When Bowser starts losing, he'll mean that literally. Except against you. Bowser even purposefully loses because he wants you to win. Anything to make his lover happy.

• As much as he loves to sing, he also loves to dance. Tango, freestyle, any style! Bowser loves to dance with you the most. He'll have the koopas play some classical music as the two of you dance the night away under the moonlight.

• He loves visiting the beach a lot. Mainly because he enjoys laying on the sand and sunbathing. Nothing like warning up the scales! You and Bowser build sand castles. You built one that looked similar to his own castle. He almost cried tears of joy when he saw it. Swimming is fun too! That's when Bowser isn't trying to make cannonballs or terrorizing the local cheep cheeps.

• Bowser goes to sleep very late because he either has some unfinished business to attend to or is stuck in another meeting. Bowser thinks about being curled up against you. Wishing that he could feel you instead of having to listen to Kamek or the koopas ramble about plans. It's gets frustrating at times. Once it is finally over, Bowser quickly makes his way to your shared bedroom. Depending if you sleep early, Bowser will carefully curl up against you. Making sure to not wake you up. Waking up his darling is the last thing on his mind. If you sleep late, Bowser is pleased to see you up. He tells you why he arrived later than usual. Complaining about having to be held back again. He'd the king of the koopas! Bowser shouldn't have to listen to anybody else! It's infuriating! Although, he's much happier and calmer now. Now, he can just cuddle with you in bed.