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✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He mumbled, feeling the same drowsiness as he pressed his face against Carl’s neck.

“No,” he said softly, pulling him closer as he snuggled into the covers and Ben’s embrace. “Jus’ sleepy…”

“So am I...” He mumbled. “I just want one thing first.” He looked at Carl, smiling a little.

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✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He mumbled, feeling the same drowsiness as he pressed his face against Carl’s neck.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben cupped Carl’s face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. “Of course I want you. I want you no matter how your eye looks, whether it’s covered or not. I love you, Carl.”

“Show me,” he whispered back, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Ben pulled Carl in and kissed him passionately, one hand leaving the Grimes boy’s face to wrap his arm around Carl’s waist. He couldn’t move too well, especially with Carl on his lap, but that wasn’t a problem at the moment.

With the mattress at his back and Ben above him, he felt at home. Keenly, he wrapped his arms around his neck, settling in.

Ben smiled softly at Carl, pressing a brief peck to his lips. “You’re sure that you’re ready?” He asked, just making sure.

“Y-yeah,” he croaked, voice a bit shakey given the exciting new circumstances.His single eye was shining brightly in the dim light, his hand roaming Ben’s broad shoulders.

Ben nodded and cupped Carl’s cheek before kissing him again. “Could you help me with my pants?” He asked, chuckling a little. “I need some help.”

He nodded enthusiastically, hands dipping between them as he undid Ben’s belt with shaky hands. Once the buckle was undone, he laughed weakly and with embarrassment before popping the button and tugging the zipper down.

#//just thought I should address that in case anyone comes talking to me about it #//and if you don't know what's going on it's really fine i just want to be sure people know what went on on my side #;ooc #;the mun

Ben started laughing with him, helping Carl out with his pants as best he could.

___

It was awkward at times, and definitely not the kind of flawless first time you used to see in movies, but it still left Ben smiling at the other boy and he held him close. Laying next to Carl, he pressed kisses against the Grimes boy’s pale neck. “Are you alright?”

#//lmaoooooo #grimee

While I was gone, I realized that there has been a misunderstanding and it’s been talked out and handled. I had no clue about the issue (bc I’m horrible at remembering things in rules since many rules for different blogs mix together), but now I’ve been informed and everything’s all good. No need for drama. I’m sorry if anything made anyone uncomfortable.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben cupped Carl’s face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. “Of course I want you. I want you no matter how your eye looks, whether it’s covered or not. I love you, Carl.”

“Show me,” he whispered back, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Ben pulled Carl in and kissed him passionately, one hand leaving the Grimes boy’s face to wrap his arm around Carl’s waist. He couldn’t move too well, especially with Carl on his lap, but that wasn’t a problem at the moment.

With the mattress at his back and Ben above him, he felt at home. Keenly, he wrapped his arms around his neck, settling in.

Ben smiled softly at Carl, pressing a brief peck to his lips. “You’re sure that you’re ready?” He asked, just making sure.

“Y-yeah,” he croaked, voice a bit shakey given the exciting new circumstances.His single eye was shining brightly in the dim light, his hand roaming Ben’s broad shoulders.

Ben nodded and cupped Carl’s cheek before kissing him again. “Could you help me with my pants?” He asked, chuckling a little. “I need some help.”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben cupped Carl’s face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. “Of course I want you. I want you no matter how your eye looks, whether it’s covered or not. I love you, Carl.”

“Show me,” he whispered back, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Ben pulled Carl in and kissed him passionately, one hand leaving the Grimes boy’s face to wrap his arm around Carl’s waist. He couldn’t move too well, especially with Carl on his lap, but that wasn’t a problem at the moment.

With the mattress at his back and Ben above him, he felt at home. Keenly, he wrapped his arms around his neck, settling in.

#//oh alrighty! i remember in your rules talking about ftb but if you're comfortable we can write through it #grimee

Ben smiled softly at Carl, pressing a brief peck to his lips. “You’re sure that you’re ready?” He asked, just making sure.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben cupped Carl’s face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. “Of course I want you. I want you no matter how your eye looks, whether it’s covered or not. I love you, Carl.”

“Show me,” he whispered back, fingers still tangled in his hair.

#//GAAAAAY #//also lemme know when you wanna fade to black #grimee

Ben pulled Carl in and kissed him passionately, one hand leaving the Grimes boy’s face to wrap his arm around Carl’s waist. He couldn’t move too well, especially with Carl on his lap, but that wasn’t a problem at the moment.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben cupped Carl’s face and moved it so they were looking eye to eye. “Of course I want you. I want you no matter how your eye looks, whether it’s covered or not. I love you, Carl.”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

“I— I don’t know, I just want you to… to not be disgusted by it.” He told him, edging closer to ben. The blankets were thin and ragged thanks to their age, and the Virginian fall nights did little to assist in warming them.

“I won’t be, Carl.” Ben assured as he pulled his boyfriend in closer. “Whatever you want, I’ll be okay with.”

He gingerly pulled the patch away with a wince of pain as the cotton fibers tugged at the ever present scab. He blinked as his eye watered from the medical tape pulled at the sensitive patches of skin.

“Never get used to that…”

Ben smiled a little sadly. “I wish you didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t a pretty sight, sure, but he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was a part of Carl. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” He muttered, rubbing his good eye with a sigh. With a small yawn, he settled himself beside, if not in Ben’s lap, forehead upon his collar.

Ben smiled and ruffled Carl’s hair a bit before dipping his head and kissing him gently.

The kiss was gentle, which Carl was grateful for. Sometimes, he enjoyed being coddles; it was a time for him to let his worries fade into the background. He gladly kissed back.

“You’re hair’s really soft,” he commented, combing his fingers through it.

Ben let out a sigh, closing his eyes. “Thanks. That feels really nice.” He mumbled. “Keep doing that.”

Carl obliged happily, peppering the boy’s neck with kisses as he went.

Humming, Ben tilted his head back to give Carl more room. He remembered when just touching his hair would make Carl uncomfortable, he was glad to see how much the other boy has grown.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

“I— I don’t know, I just want you to… to not be disgusted by it.” He told him, edging closer to ben. The blankets were thin and ragged thanks to their age, and the Virginian fall nights did little to assist in warming them.

“I won’t be, Carl.” Ben assured as he pulled his boyfriend in closer. “Whatever you want, I’ll be okay with.”

He gingerly pulled the patch away with a wince of pain as the cotton fibers tugged at the ever present scab. He blinked as his eye watered from the medical tape pulled at the sensitive patches of skin.

“Never get used to that…”

Ben smiled a little sadly. “I wish you didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t a pretty sight, sure, but he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was a part of Carl. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” He muttered, rubbing his good eye with a sigh. With a small yawn, he settled himself beside, if not in Ben’s lap, forehead upon his collar.

Ben smiled and ruffled Carl’s hair a bit before dipping his head and kissing him gently.

The kiss was gentle, which Carl was grateful for. Sometimes, he enjoyed being coddles; it was a time for him to let his worries fade into the background. He gladly kissed back.

“You’re hair’s really soft,” he commented, combing his fingers through it.

Ben let out a sigh, closing his eyes. “Thanks. That feels really nice.” He mumbled. “Keep doing that.”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

“I— I don’t know, I just want you to… to not be disgusted by it.” He told him, edging closer to ben. The blankets were thin and ragged thanks to their age, and the Virginian fall nights did little to assist in warming them.

“I won’t be, Carl.” Ben assured as he pulled his boyfriend in closer. “Whatever you want, I’ll be okay with.”

He gingerly pulled the patch away with a wince of pain as the cotton fibers tugged at the ever present scab. He blinked as his eye watered from the medical tape pulled at the sensitive patches of skin.

“Never get used to that…”

Ben smiled a little sadly. “I wish you didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t a pretty sight, sure, but he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was a part of Carl. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” He muttered, rubbing his good eye with a sigh. With a small yawn, he settled himself beside, if not in Ben’s lap, forehead upon his collar.

Ben smiled and ruffled Carl’s hair a bit before dipping his head and kissing him gently.

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

“I— I don’t know, I just want you to… to not be disgusted by it.” He told him, edging closer to ben. The blankets were thin and ragged thanks to their age, and the Virginian fall nights did little to assist in warming them.

“I won’t be, Carl.” Ben assured as he pulled his boyfriend in closer. “Whatever you want, I’ll be okay with.”

He gingerly pulled the patch away with a wince of pain as the cotton fibers tugged at the ever present scab. He blinked as his eye watered from the medical tape pulled at the sensitive patches of skin.

“Never get used to that…”

Ben smiled a little sadly. “I wish you didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t a pretty sight, sure, but he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was a part of Carl. “Feel better?”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

“I— I don’t know, I just want you to… to not be disgusted by it.” He told him, edging closer to ben. The blankets were thin and ragged thanks to their age, and the Virginian fall nights did little to assist in warming them.

“I won’t be, Carl.” Ben assured as he pulled his boyfriend in closer. “Whatever you want, I’ll be okay with.”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

“Carl. Do you want it off?” Ben asked. “I won’t mind.”

✍ - sickwiththestick //ben!teaching!carl!aikido!!!!!

The whole idea of being so at ease and merciful had Carl knitting his brows. How could Ben believe in such shit after having experienced so much death over the years? How was the boy smiling at him, offering him the small book, when Carl had been imagining his fingers around Negan’s throat mere hours ago?

“What is that?”

Ben wanted this talked out before anything happened. “Hey, tell me why it’s bad.” He frowned a little. “We can keep it quiet, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but bad?”

“Well, not bad, but, I don’t know, no one talks about it. It’s not bad to me but, maybe it’s bad to other people?” he looked up, frowning too, in that way he did when he was nervous or scared.

Ben frowned, and if he could he’d be wrapping his arms around Ben. “If it’s bad to other people, they’re going to have to deal with it. We’re happy, and that’s what matters.”

He gave Ben a weak smile, leaning into Ben slightly. Ben was his rock.

“Come on, It’s getting cold. I wanna be under the covers,” he said softly, shoulder to shoulder with his unlikely lover.

Ben smiled and continued to make his way to his room. “Could you open the door for me?”

He did so, yanking the classroom-turned-room’s heavy door open with a harsh tug. “You need a new door,” he scoffed before going in, shutting the door softly behind him.

He toed off his boots, with a tiny yawn, still smiling coyly at Ben.

“I’m not the one using the door usually” Ben replied as he went though the door.

He chuckled at Carl, first making his way over to his bed before starting to take off his own shoes.

Once settled on the mattress, he reached up to untie his bandage but hesitated. “Should I…. leave this on?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Ben took Carl’s hand. “I like you when you’re comfortable.”