#a-lovable-bug

✢ - Playing my muses hair

It was 10 PM, just about time for bed. KITT wanted to finish one more chapter before turning off the light.

He soon became aware of a hand brushing through his hair. KITT raised his eyes above his book and found that the hand was his husband’s.

Send 💞 for me to describe 5 ways my muse says ‘I love you’ to yours

1. KI3T doesn’t understand the purpose of chasing birds. But he’ll spend all day doing it to listen to his dad laugh.

2. He gets everyone out of the way so Herbie and KI2T can have date nights without getting interrupted.

3. When Herbie mourns Jim and Tennessee, KI3T plays back videos of old races to remind him of the good times.

4. For Herbie and KI2T’s anniversary, KI3T gets Herbie a giant red, white, and blue bow.

Send 😴 for my muse to fall asleep with their head in your muse’s lap.

KI3T wasn’t supposed to sleep. He was supposed to keep watch over Michael as he slept, making sure his vitals were normal and that the hospital staff were doing their job.

Send “HUG ATTACK!” for your muse to tackle hug my muse!

'Hug attaaaaack!!'

A blaring battle-cry was the last thing KI3T expected before his vision was completely overtaken. Finding his balance again, he pulled away the two arms wrapped around his neck.

Send in an icon for my muse to:

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

KITT had been reading a book, an encyclopedia on human behavior. Currently, he was on the “romance” unit. It was quite interesting, learning about why Michael insisted on flirting with every female he came across, but one thing was distracting him.

Herbie was leaning against him, idly tapping his fingers as he watched TV. He was oblivious to the fact that KITT was starting to pay more attention to him than the book.

For the "can't fight back" prompt >:3c

The nightmares were getting worse. KI3T couldn't sleep because of how terrifying they were, and even when he did manage to sleep, he'd wake up in a panic, swinging punches at anyone who dared be near him. What was dream? What was reality? What was memory? KI3T didn't know anymore. All he knew was that his dad had pretended to love him, only to hurt him so badly he could still feel the claw marks... though oddly, they seemed to be gone from his skin now.

KI3T stared across the room to lock eyes with his dad, breathing heavily. He felt like a caged animal; at any moment, anything or anyone could attack him.

Michael and I were on a mission to capture a criminal who had evaded arrest for many years. He had taken on the identity of a race car driver. Upon arriving at the race track, I noticed a rather endearing Volkswagen Beetle. He crashed into some hay bales, but I was impressed otherwise.