I've been lurking the whole month, and I loved all the gridtober entries, so I figured, I have awfully little time this month, but I want to contribute! So for the last day I smashed together a few prompts I liked >:3c
LOL Alpine/Reader just hissing at Sharon because she can scent Steve on her.
okay okay but what about Alpine/reader needing to be babysat by Steve one time because Buck needs to go on some mission or whatever and then one day shes all grumpy (or happy Steve does give the best rubs) because Steve decided to give her a bathe after she gets into his paints.
All the hcs I now have bc of YOU 🫡🫡🫡
Alpine/Reader getting Stevie random gifts
Alpine/Reader likes to sleep cuddles into an old tshirt Steve left at Buckys place one day.
Steve getting Alpine/reader pink bow like Marie from aristocats and she’s like “he totally loves me”
it's funny you mention the bow because I totally had the thought that she goes completely catatonic if anyone puts a collar or sweater on her. Just flops right down and refuses to move. Steve tries to convince her she looks so beautiful; she just gives him side-eye. when he finally yields and takes the bow off, alpine runs out and goes hunting, drops a mouse at his feet and yowls.
turns out alpine has been a cat way too long, and she automatically thought that since Steve did something girly for her, she should do something manly for him.
why is he so grossed out? doesn't he like his present? welp, he likes it about as much as she did. ah how the tables have turned...
My boy Thaddeus Amell and his witch wife Morrigan 🧡💜
I used this hair for Morrigan and now that I’ve made them, I’ll most likely rediscover that I can never actually get into the sims 4 for longer than 10 minutes when I try and they’ll just sit there doing nothing forever <3
it’s still @cecilos-week and that means more fluff, you bet it does.
if Carlos is deft enough to replace his own vocal chords, then he can probably give great backrubs. luckily for his husband.
Cecil makes a lot of sounds.
you can hear Cecil's ringtone here
- - - - - -
Cecil woke to the sound of "The Jaws Theme (Disco Remix)" blasting from his pocket. He scrabbled for it without lifting his head, dragged it up in front of his face, and waited for his brain to comprehend whatever the caller ID had to say.
Oh. Carlos was calling. Well, specifically, it told him that it was "Carlos!!! <3 <3 <3," but that was just a visual representation of how he read the name. And to think, Carlos was calling him. Oh, and they were engaged. His fiancé, Carlos, was calling him.
So, like. Wait.
Cecil jerked upright. A piece of paper from his impromptu pillow fluttered down from his cheek. He swiped to answer the call, except that the phone didn't register his input properly, twice. The first thing Carlos heard was a distant, "no, come on!" before Cecil got the phone to his ear.
"Carlos! Hi, honey!"
"Cecil! Is everything okay? Wait, no, I do not need to know about everything right now, just some things, but - mostly, you. So the question I want to ask is, are you okay?"
"Uhh, yes? Is there a reason I-" Then he noticed the smooth black of the studio window. He checked his phone, and then his watch, just to be safe. The times didn't match, but both suggested a late hour. "Oh, shoot! No, yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart. I'm fine. I just-" He yawned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just knew you'd be working late tonight, so I thought I'd get some things done, too, and I must've conked out…"
He yawned again, and the noise almost covered up Carlos' relieved sigh.
"Oh, thank goodness. Okay. I texted you a couple of times, and you didn't answer, so I was getting worried."
"Aw, hon. I'm so sorry. Listen, I'll be home in like, five minutes, okay? Ten minutes, tops."
"It's alright. The important thing is that you are okay. Don't stress. You're okay, so it's not a big deal. I'll see you soon."
"Okay. I love you, Carlos."
"Love you, too."
- - - - - -
Cecil made it home in eight minutes, and was on the couch with Carlos draped over him and a bowl of cereal in orange-milk balanced on the edge of the cushion in fourteen. Carlos kissed him lazily, lips brushing Cecil's shoulders, arms, and the patch of chest his v-neck left exposed. Wherever Carlos could reach without thinking about it, interested in contact more than romance.
"I'm so sorry for worrying you!" Cecil repeated, for the third time in those fourteen minutes. "Ugh. I can't believe that happened…"
"Would you rather deny that it did?"
"Probably. I could, y'know?" Cecil rolled his eyes. "But… Ugh. I guess it happened."
"It's okay, Ceec. Really." Carlos laughed, nuzzling Cecil's chest. "I feel kind of bad for waking you up. You must have needed that nap pretty badly. Scientifically speaking, people need sleep. You are a person, and so, you need sleep."
"No, no- Well, I mean. Yes. Far be it from me to argue with science, but it's fine. I'd definitely rather sleep here. Maybe I won't be too horrifically stiff tomorrow."
"Oh!" Carlos sat up, and lifted an index finger. "If you're worried about that, I might have a scientific solution for you!"
Carlos' scientific enthusiasm was catching; Cecil beamed up at him. "Ooh, what is it? You know how much I love science."
"Well, you know, back pain is caused by small creatures - not quite microscopic, but, you know, you'd definitely want a magnifying glass or other scientific equipment to get a good look at them - that jump up and down on your back as you sleep. This is why, scientifically speaking, the best position to sleep in is on your back. It makes you less of a target."
"I had no idea!"
"Mhm, most people don't. It's science. Small, living organisms are very scientific. But anyway, you can repair the damage with the right kind of pressure, because of another scientific law: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The opposite of uninvited creatures jumping on your back while you sleep, is an intentionally-received backrub from your beloved fiancé."
"Is that right?" Cecil said, but he moved the cereal onto the coffee table. "You're going to spoil me, dear."
Carlos hopped off of the couch, and stretched. "Maybe. That's an interesting hypothesis in and of itself, right? How much of what kind of treatment would it take to spoil Cecil Palmer? If I give you a backrub, would that do it?" He grinned, steepling his fingers. "If you want to test that, then roll over."
Cecil's ears went pink. He nodded, and shifted onto his stomach. Carlos half-stood with one knee on the couch, and started with his hands on Cecil's lower back. Carlos' tongue poked through his teeth as he rubbed his thumbs in small circle's along his fiancé's spine. Cecil shivered, becoming aware of knots in his back only as they disappeared. He pressed his face into his elbow, and gasped.
"Carlos. Do not, I repeat, do not apologize for calling me earlier. Oh…"
"Are you happy you came home?" Carlos' hands moved like he wanted to be sure of the answer. Cecil could not read his fiancé's exact intentions through his fingertips, but either way, oh, he did not have to work nearly so hard.
"Yes," Cecil breathed. "God, if you hadn't called me, I'd have been at the station all night, and I don't even remember the last time that happened. The back goblins would have just ruined me."
"Oh, they aren't goblins, Ceec. But the creatures, yes. Also, I don't remember that happening ever, so it must have at least been before we started dating."
"Right." Cecil was silent for a minute. "It used to happen, uh, pretty often, actually. I mean, it wasn't like I had anywhere else to be."
Carlos' hands stilled over Cecil's shoulders. "I know. I wasn't trying to be critical. I used to spend more nights in the lab than not, and now - well, the ratio is different now. Also, I don't know that I could say… Hmm. Thinking of it logically, I mean..."
"This is home?" Cecil glanced backward, his brow furrowed. "Oh, sorry-"
"No. That's what I meant. That's exactly what I meant, and you understood."
"Okay. I just didn't want to put words in your mouth or anything." Cecil shrugged, not as a gesture, but to remove Carlos' hands so he could lie on his side. "It's... important to me to report the truth."
"And that's all you were doing. It was a scientifically accurate statement. It was also, um, personally accurate." Carlos sat down again, and Cecil sat up, resting his chin on one of Carlos' shoulders and threading his fingers together around the other. Carlos concluded, "But I appreciate that you checked. It means a lot that you checked."
"Well. Well, I just care about how you feel, you know? I mean! Mmm, thanks for that, dear. I feel like, way better now. Just so much better."
"Mhm. No problem. Hey, honey?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you came home, too."
Cecil started, and buried his face in Carlos' shoulder. And there was something, a sentiment, a feeling, which he needed badly to convey, but he needed just as much to be where he was. Cecil covered the seam of his fiancé's lab coat in kisses, first over Carlos' shoulder and then up his neck, until Cecil was draped over him, this time, and held him in a long kiss.
