For whatever reason, the floor is an unacceptable place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, there's flooding, feels weird, or it's too dirty to walk on. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Are they mooching off you? Stop trying to figure out the details! Just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.
prompts —
1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA. 2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA. 3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA. 4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava. 5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava! 6. The Cracky Fun Insane Option - Actually play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is seriously lava.
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[ the steps up to the torii gates seemed endless, feet dragging as she passes the goshinboku, hesitating when she finally reaches the family home. if she were lucky, no one would be waiting inside — or at the very least, no one would be paying attention to her and she could despair in the privacy of her own room.
she had failed another test. which typically isn't a surprise, but it was the fact that she actually studied for it and scored low that really sent her reeling. the door closes with a soft click and she notes the first few rooms are silent.
good. no one's home.
another flight of stairs and then she'd be free to wallow alone in her bed until dinner.
with a sigh, she bumps the door open; placing her bookbag onto the floor before noticing the intruder. on the bed — her bed, was a lump of red and white, his face completely hidden within her pillow.
. . .
did he come to get me? duh, of course he did, kagome. inuyasha was restless if she stayed away for too long, and it was almost a week since she last visited the well. she tiptoes around the room as quietly as she's able, watching for signs of movement as she quickly changes out of her uniform; pausing briefly before she's crawling into bed beside him.
if he says anything, this was her idea (and her bed!) first. ]
Charlie always had such fun and unique ideas for attempting to encourage redemption. After several weeks, she'd decided to "shake things up a bit" and suggested the hazbins of her hotel go on vacation for a change of pace.
Alastor had suggested a location far, far out in the boonies of the Pride Ring, well away from any major metropolis. It was cheap to stay there (hot springs weren't exactly rare in Hell so most demons didn't think to turn them into tourist spots), and he could teleport them there with a few jumps through that freezing Between space. A trip that would've taken a day or two and cost quite a bit in gas money was finished in a mere two hours at the cost of lost magical energy for Alastor who wasn't used to teleporting such a large group at once and some chills for the rest of them that'd be easily-remedied by the hot springs.
They arrived not far from the quaint little inn at about mid-afternoon, Alastor giving his head a weary shake to try and force the magical and physical fatigue from his body just a little longer. "Remember: Don't use my real name here. They don't recognize me as the Radio Demon this far out from the major cities, and if we want to stay here, we don't need a panic."
It went without saying that it was nice to have somewhere to periodically visit without turning his general surroundings into a ghost town. Not that he'd admit that out loud.
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