i took advice no fool would take. i got some habits i can't shake. i ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer but i know enough to know if you're gonna be dumb you gotta be tough.
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[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves - i don't have a main blog i can send this off but ryder/simon and i'm sorry <3
@meowtrash this one...got away from me a little. TW for blood and injury mentions obvi
The light, ultimately, was what got Simon up. A notoriously light sleeper, they'd been simply lying in bed, listening to the soft creaking downstairs and bargaining with themself about what would convince them not to go look. If they disable the second alarm, I won't go look. If they stay in the foyer, I won't look. If they don't go to the kitchen, I won't look. Simon was reasonably certain there was no danger. They were reasonably certain they knew who it was. The only strange part, really, was the light. They slid out of bed, yanking their discarded shirt over their head, and padded downstairs to see what Ryder was up to. They moved quietly through the house, like maybe they were the one sneaking up in the first place.
Their first reaction to seeing Ryder was, naturally, relief. They were glad it was just him. But their second was an apparently audible gasp of confusion. At first, they weren't sure Ryder noticed. He was, after all, apparently reenacting a scene from Macbeth, scrubbing blood from their hands with a ferocity that Simon--a slight germophobe by nature--could understand but didn't expect. But then he turned off the faucet and looked up, using a towel to dry off his arms. "Didn't mean to wake you," was all they said. Their voice was rough.
Simon liked the sound if it more than they ought to, which was on the whole more embarrassing than catching Ryder cleaning blood off themself. "I was already up," they lied, leaning against the door frame. "Do you need help?" Ryder didn't really answer that in any meaningful way, so they stepped closer, fully into the kitchen.
In addition to the blood on Ryder's hands, Simon could see their torso--why is it seemingly always bare when they least expect it?--had a few streaks, but the more concerning spot, which was shining with quite a lot of blood from a cut. Simon frowned, weighed their options for a moment, and then turned. Ryder turned the faucet back on, and based on his reaction when Simon returned with some supplies, he'd thought Simon had meant to leave. He seemed frozen for a moment, rendering Simon's next words a little redundant. "Hold still."
Simon figured it was best to begin with water, so they took the washcloth, soaked it, and began the gentle process of dabbing at the cuts on Ryder's face. They started with the cut above his brow, trying to keep their full attention on the cut. If they squinted, trying to focus in on the jagged edge where the skin ended, they could ignore the rest of Ryder's face, his unreadable eyes and the set of his lips. This was already grossly inappropriate, they suspected, and thinking about Ryder's mouth would only make it worse. So they did, willing the rest of the world beyond the spot they were cleaning to disappear.
Until it was justifiably clean enough, and they had to move to the next spot. A long, thin line from Ryder's temple to their cheek. This sort of task was something Simon could do. They were pretty aware of the fact that they were neither strong nor brave, but when they were in the right headspace, they were meticulous. They started on the long cut, worrying at their lip with their teeth as they ran the now-reddening cloth along it. After a moment, though, Ryder grabbed their wrist, forceful and just shy of painful. "That's enough," he said, voice rough.
Immediately horrified at whatever boundary they'd crossed, Simon dropped the cloth. It fell to the floor with a sad, wet thud. "I--sorry. You probably want…" Their mind began to spin, the way it often did, filling in the gaps of the evening with explanations they had no way to verify. Ryder had been mugged, or in a fight, or fell through a window, or a dozen other possibilities, all of which would have left them tired and in no mood to be put upon by Simon. They felt themself flush, which was probably also unfair as, at the moment, they had more blood in them than Ryder. "Let me just…uh…" Unable to totally help themself, they opened the first aid kit, gesturing at its contents. "There's more, too, in the bathroom." Their childhood warnings about safety and how most household injuries occur in the kitchen or bathroom felt foolishly naive. Ryder hadn't been hurt in the kitchen or bathroom or household at all. And all Simon had to help were his sad little bandaids.
"It's late and I was asleep and that's what I should be doing," they said softly, turning to excuse themself.
They wouldn't look back, but they didn't need to. They could hear Ryder's smirk in his words. "I thought you said you were already up."
They had no answer for that, so they scampered upstairs as fast as their legs would allow, hoping by morning came, Ryder would be gone or they would have learned the ability to disappear from shame alone.
we are having sex but your dog is apparently in the room - sabine, zach ft doom!
awkward moments during sex meme.
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Ever since Zach and Sabine realized that their friendship was more than just that, everything fell into place almost immediately. Surprisingly, their conversations didn't suddenly get more awkward and it felt perfectly natural to hug and kiss each other - something they took advantage of whenever possible. What they couldn't do too often was to celebrate their relationship with something bolder than kisses and tight embraces. Not with the mini-me keeping them company or keeping them occupied.
It didn't happen often that stars aligned so perfectly for the couple. They had some time to kill and energy to spare, and even more importantly - they were alone at Zach's. Only Doom was home with them, sleeping on his favorite spot on the couch, but it was a harmless addition. Or at least they thought so.
They picked the much more comfortable bed and, despite the initial haste, took their time warming up, enjoying the first time in a long time they could be this close. Zach didn't want to rush anything even though their time was limited. A giver by nature, he especially focused on Sabine and pushing away the fears she devoted way too much of her time; they simply couldn't leave this bedroom until she felt as special, brave, and stunning as he saw her. His admiration obviously went far beyond her physical beauty, even though it was the easiest to adore in that very situation.
So he hovered over her almost protectively, affectionate and soft kisses placed on her wrists as he lifted them to his lips one after the other, holding her gaze. "This mouth and these wrists. For the rest of our lives," he promised playfully, repeating this mini routine as if to ensure Sabine knew whose mouth and whose wrists he meant. There were other parts he would mention if only he could make it sound as romantic, but he was positive he would convey this message without having to use words.
The fewer clothes on them, the more heated and intense the atmosphere was getting. Regardless of how grateful they were for what their lives had become, they cherished every second spent together, but their alone time was far more limited than they thought and a brutal interruption came from the least expected source.
Unsure why the two had chosen to come there rather than join him on the couch, Doom decided to show Zach and Sabine some mercy and join them instead. He jumped onto the bed beside them wagging his tail proudly, a mishmash of their clothes deemed a perfect pillow for Doom. Make some room for me, people, and let's cuddle!
"No, Doom, your timing is horrible!" Zach chuckled but his first attempt at pushing the dog off the bed lacked patience already. An exasperated sigh from the furry friend was enough for a response. "Doom, get the fuck off this bed now." This time he put more effort into making this spot dog-less and succeeded, but the pup was like a happy boomerang, too determined to cuddle and absolutely clueless as to why it wasn't the right place and time for that. Now it was Zach who sighed with annoyance. Challenge in his gaze when he looked at Doom and helplessness when he turned to Sabine.
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