That's the Power of Love

We are a pack of rejects; the ones left to perish. Somehow, we've continued on, thriving, despite the value others have put upon us. ((Indie, sideblog, multi-muse, multi-verse; tracking stipantxrepellam)) Penned by Eden. Mun and Muses are all 21+

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Elias had a pleasant laugh and a bright voice, and Diego almost envied him for it. More than that, though, he appreciated being the person Elias was being so pleasant to. Then again, he suspected that was probably just the sort of person he was by default.

“Yeah, they…” Catching Sam leading the woman she was talking to towards his table, Diego blinked before facing Elias once more. “They’re excited about their new teacher and classmates, for sure. The other day they went outside for science class… um, sorry, gimme a sec…”

He held up a hand with a sheepish smile, spoke to the woman (who wanted some of those delicious revel bars this little girl had samples for), and then handled the exchange fast. Sam beamed, a soft whistle coming from the chip in her front tooth, and then chirped out a ‘thank you!’ that overpowered Diego’s quieter one in just about every way.

Then she whirled around, grinning Elias’ way. “You’re still here, Mr. Elias! Is Dad that fun?”

“No,” Diego answered, hiding his smile with a duck of his head as his arms crossed over his chest.

Sam blew a raspberry. “I was asking Mr. Elias. Here, have a cookie– Dad needs friends, too…” And once that was accepted, her shoulders rose at the sight of a family entering the area, a little boy with them that she was absolutely certain she could make want a cookie. Once more, Sam was skipping away, but not without a gentle ‘perdón, Papi’ to excuse herself.

Diego sighed as he watched her go again, head lifting properly as he afforded Elias a smile and a shrug. “I hope you at least like chocolate chip.”

As much as he missed being the teacher who got to see the children each and every day, he knew that he had made the right call in retiring and allowing someone else the majesty of teaching. And he knew full well that he could still be involved with the school, even after retiring, in ways such as this.

When the new buyers had come over and Diego had excused himself, Elias was ready to say good bye if only so he wasn’t in the way. Though, he didn’t want to leave without saying he was on his way, so he waited patiently to the side.

He couldn’t help the fondness that welled up in his heart as he watched the father and daughter work together to make the sale. Elias adored his role as a teacher, but nothing was better than seeing children bond with their parents.

“Well, I didn’t want to be rude and leave without a good bye when you were both busy,” he explained, chuckling as he watched the two interact.

“I’m sure a man like your father has plenty of friends. He’s too nice,” he responded sincerely and without a doubt in his mind that perhaps Sam wasn’t just teasing in the way children do. “Though, thank you for the cookie!”

Elias hummed and nodded as he turned his attention back towards Diego when he spoke up once more.

“My favorite,” he cooed as he eyed the treat. “I had a partner, years ago, who made fun of me. Of all the cookies in the world, isn’t that so boring? he’d say. I guess I’m just a boring kind of guy.”

He laughed and shook his head before continuing, “How much do I owe for it? I don’t want to take away from sales.”

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That his baking would look even remotely professional sounded like a very kind lie, but Diego’s eyes widened slightly all the same, surprise there as he said an eloquent, “Oh.”

And then, clearly unsure how to respond to this, he muttered an equally eloquent, “Thanks.”

Humiliating.

The handshake, at least, was easier to deal with, and this one Diego took with a firm grip and a definitive shake.

“Diego Castillo. I, uh… we just moved here.”

As he let go of Elias’ hand, it occurred to him that he didn’t know how to make small talk with strangers, at least not without researching extensively prior to meeting them. He was lucky, though, that Elias seemed to have such a pleasant personality; the big smile was contagious, and had him feeling a little less like he was putting clothespins on his cheeks to return the sentiment.

“The little monster is Sam,” he said, hands on his hips as his head cocked in the direction of the little girl pointing out sweets on her tray to a laughing woman. “And her twin sister’s out napping– Cecilia, is her name.

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” Hellish. You’re hellish, Dieguito. “Too bad the girls didn’t catch you during your tenure… did you work here long?”

The corners of his lips quirked up even higher as he noticed the almost surprised reaction come from the other. “Of course. It’s not often you see such effort put in for a bake sale, though, any effort’s always appreciated.”

Elias’ expression warmed as Diego mentioned having just moved to the area.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Diego. On behalf of,” he paused and gave a humored chuckle and a quick, bashful duck of the head as he realized once more that he no longer was a member of the staff at the school, “well, myself, welcome!”

When his hand was let go, he moved it back to almost fold over the other one that was holding his treat.

Elias couldn’t help but be endeared that Diego was being kind enough to go above the normal “hi’s” and “bye’s” people do anymore. There weren’t many people he was close with anymore, and he missed this part of his job, so to have someone who had no reason to talk with him other than because he seemingly wanted to warmed his heart.

“Twins, huh? Must have been a handful when they started walking,” he laughed fondly. “Though, it’s definitely good that they have each other with a move so young.”

Having been a teacher for so long, there wasn’t much that took him by surprise. However, the fact that Diego seemed to know he was a teacher there was one of those few things.

“A little over forty years,” he admitted with a slight smile. “And I would have loved to have them, though, they’re in great hands.”

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Sam’d talked him up too much. Diego thought that, anyway, with how brightly this Elias character looked as he chose something to buy from their spread.

Sam had made a few suggestions– my personal favourite’s the cake pops, she’d declared proudly– and made sure to hover like the nosy little thing she was after. It was only when Elias had gone to pay that Sam grinned and dove back into the crowd to trap some other poor schmuck into trying out her samples; her ability to hold people hostage to buy stuff after was completely unparallelled, needless to say.

But for all her unfailing accuracy and rate of attracting folks, she’d been especially fond of this one. Maybe it was the smile.

“Thanks,” he said, somehow managing a slight smile of his own as he handed the man’s choice of sweets over in neatly done pink and blue packaging. “Both for buying it and for playing along with her.”

‘Embarrassed’ wasn’t the right term for what he felt, maybe, but he never knew what to do with people with bright eyes. Too used to being serious in his business transactions, the more personal nature of this PTA fundraiser was like a quest from times of old to him. Diego’s smile muscles had worn out about five minutes in, and it’d been around two hours now that he was standing here. Where Sam got her energy was bewildering– Cecilia had already excused herself to nap in the library, and if Diego weren’t running their booth, he honestly wouldn’t be far behind.

His eldest daughter seemed to be talking to a young mother now, though, charming and funny in ways Diego could never hope to be. Utterly unreal.

“Sam might’ve oversold it,” he admitted, rubbing the side of his neck. “It’s our first school bake sale together, so she’s been bouncing off the walls since I said we’d make stuff for it.

"But, uh… I hope you enjoy. Really.”

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Despite having gone into retirement at the end of the last school year, Elias had been visited frequently enough.

He still adored the kids and his former fellow staff members, so he stopped by whenever there was some sort of event or fundraiser. After all, it wasn’t as if he had much going on in his personal life to keep him from attending such things. He hadn’t been so lucky to find love in life and while he loved all of the children he taught, he never had any of his own.

Elias had adopted a dog the immediately after his retirement was official so he wouldn’t be alone- a four year old corgi, terrier mix named Trixie-and he loved her with all of his heart.

Though, there was still something missing, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Elias couldn’t help but be charmed by the young woman’s entrepreneurial spirit. She had the charisma and smarts for it, even at such a young age. In fact, it was rather impressive. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he ended up buying the whole table because the young lady managed to talk him into it.

As the girl’s dad thanked him, the retired teacher couldn’t help the fond chuckle as he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, there’s no need to thank me,” he insisted fondly as he grabbed the cake pops- because after all, if the young woman had said they were her favorite, they had to have been good- from the man after he handed him the money for them. 

Elias’ smile only widened as he heard his almost seemingly bashful statement.

“I don’t doubt these are going to be amazing. They look professionally done!” he began. “As for first bake sale, I thought you didn’t look familiar. I’m Elias. I used to work here.”

In greeting, he held out his hand with a wide smile stretched over his lips.

[skywalksr]

he threw the first brick at stonewall

[vonboat-deactivated20210719]

Series of art with Mark and his dog

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

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vengare​:

The urge to ask Rory if his mother was often so harsh about his skills was difficult to refuse. Still, Red held strong– if Rory thought him kind, it wouldn’t do good to take that image from him– and moved away from the sink with a jerk of his head towards it so Rory could go wash his own hands, too.

“Good,” was all he said instead. “If you do it quick, we’ll eat it quicker.”

By the time Rory was done washing, Red had lined a whole head of garlic, three onions, and a thumb’s worth of ginger up alongside a chopping board and a knife for him to use.

“We’re having arroz frito,” he declared, adding bell peppers and green beans to the mix for Rory to cut, “so we’re putting whatever vegetables and meat I have left into rice I cooked yesterday.”

After a hard day’s work, Red felt it fitting to lay quite the quantity of ingredients out for their meal.

“You’ve tried chorizo?”

The pack of cured meat he opened was already sliced beforehand, nice and convenient. Red laid it out to his side as he got the stove started and laid a shallow pan atop it to heat. He’d cook the chorizo first, just enough to get it warm and for some of the juice to come out; it’d make everything taste so much better, to cook it in that.

“Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to everyone, but we’ve a man named Ferdinand– his wife made this. It is to die for.”

It was quite the opposite of harshness, his mother’s comments. They were actually a mother’s jests. In truth, Rory wasn’t the best in the kitchen. It was a good part of why he stuck to stews and the like. It was easy to hide whatever he botched in the prep work or if he was missing an ingredient or the like. 

As soon as Red motioned that he was done, he stepped in to wash his hands as well.

Smiling warmly at the other, he nodded and, after drying his hands, he moved to begin working on the vegetables.

“Definitely won’t complain about that,” he responded with a fond laugh as he started to remove the skin on the onions and garlic before making quick work of those. He then moved onto the ginger and peeled it as well, humming a bit curiously at the fragrance. He couldn’t really remember ever using ginger back home and he was certainly excited to try something new.

At the mention of chorizo, a wide grin once more returned to his lips.

“Yessir, I have. Loved it. Before I lost my farm, there were a few hands from Central and South America, mostly Mexico. A couple of the men lived on the farm, so we all cooked for each other and one of ‘em made chorizo every so often.”

He paused only to grab the peppers and begin chopping those up.

“Definitely lookin’ forward to meeting everyone.”

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vengare​:

The idea of debt made Red snort, amused, before he shook his head. “You pay it forward, amigo. I was in your shoes once, as were all the people who work for me now.

“Shit world like this” – he leaned forward, lightly smacking the back of his hand against Rory’s bicep – “all we have are each other.

“I’ll take help for making dinner, though.”

Taking one last puff of his cigarette, he put it out in the ashtray on the small table by his chair, and then got to his feet as he took the ashtray with him and went inside, clearly intending for Rory to follow him as he went.

His home was simple, with cream-coloured walls and only the barest hints of decor. Red often bought them from stalls at the comuna he frequented, anything from banners to table coverings to carved wooden trinkets that were kept on a high shelf above a bookcase. The kitchen and sala were connected, and though a dining table for four existed, it looked like a) it wasn’t used much; and b) Red lived on his own for the most part, anyway.

“You can put your things here,” he said, gesturing to the general area of the sala for Rory to use. “The couch will be yours for the night, too.”

Depositing the ashtray on the table by the couch, Red moved from there to the kitchen, running his hands under the faucet there to wash under the cold spray.

“You know how to chop, Rory?”

There was an appreciative quirk of his lips as he heard Red’s response.

“Be that as it may, not everyone remembers their roots. Hell, seems a lot of people don’t pay any mind to others even if they’re in the same boat. It’s nice that you look out for people, even if they’re a total stranger.”

He let out a soft laugh and nodded, watching as the other’s hand collided with his own arm. “Definitely makes a world like this one a bit less shittier. And I can certainly try to help cook. What’s on the menu for the evenin’?”

Silently, he followed his employer into his home and moved his eyes around as he took in the space.

While his home was simple, it was warm and inviting. Despite not knowing the other well in the slightest, it also felt very him. He gave the aura of a man that wasn’t frivolous by any means. “Your home is lovely, Red,” he commented as he moved to set his bags down where directed before following him into the kitchen.

Rory still couldn’t help but be amazed at the ease of which Red was offering his home up to someone he had only met hours ago. The man knew nothing of him, and yet, he was treating him as if he was an expected guest.

“Absolutely, I can chop. If my mama was still around, she’d tell you that’s the one thing I couldn’t mess up.”

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vengare​:

He’d been waiting sat at a table outside his house by the end of the day. Pay was handed, Red said his thanks and his goodbyes, and he was about ready to retire for the day– rolled cigarette smoking between his lips– when he noticed his newest hire coming his way with another one of those gentle expressions of his.

So he inhaled, then turned respectfully away to blow his smoke out off to the side instead of in Rory’s face as he came up to him.

And his brow rose as he spoke.

“How new are you to these parts?” he asked, albeit more rhetorically (and appalled, too) than anything else. Red didn’t actually need an answer, and Rory didn’t actually need to tell him his life story.

Cigarette between his fingers, Red scratched lightly at his brow with his thumb and pondered.

“Well. For you gringos, there’s plenty of options.” His head tilted. “But the nearest town’s a journey better taken by horse, and an inn is only good if you don’t plan on staying long.”

Watching as the cart with Clara and the rest of them were led away by his right hand to the nearest comuna, Red breathed another lungful of smoke in. Then, again, he made sure to look away as he exhaled it.

After that, he cocked his head to gesture for Rory to follow him into the house.

“I can offer you my home for tonight.” Rory wouldn’t be the first newbie lacking foresight to sleep on his couch, at least. “Tomorrow you can ask Clara of the comuna they live in. How good is your Spanish?”

Rory silently appreciated that Red blew the smoke away from him. There had been so many people he’d come across that paid no mind or care to others and huffed the cloud right into his face. It didn’t take long for him to gather that the other was considerate of others, but he was growing as fond as one could a stranger rather quickly with each interaction.

Rhetorical or not, he still answered with a simple, “Just arrived to these parts today, actually.” 

Though, he did refrain from going into further detail than that.

Rory remained quiet as his newest employer discussed all of the possibilities of lodging, his spirits began to dwindle more and more with each option. 

He didn’t have a horse, nor was there potential for him to get one within the near future. Part of why he traveled so far was because he was down on his luck with work and finances for a good while. In fact, part of why he was able to get so far was because he sold his horse.

Though, at the mention of a comuna, he felt his luck was restored.

“Oh, my Spanish is alright. You don’t grow up in Texas without learnin’ a bit. Though, it’s a bit rusty, I won’t lie. And I was always better at understandin’ it than speakin’ it, but I can hold my own in a conversation as long as the person doesn’t mind putting up with my gringo ass,” he responded with a warm chuckle lacing his words. “And, thank you for the offer of you home for the evening. I appreciate it more than you could know. How could I ever repay you?”

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vengare​:

The speed at which Rory removed the cherry was enough to tell Red that this was definitely new to him, but at least he had enough care to want to do it right instead of rush through it. The fact he had to twist a bit was a good sign– he’d gotten a ripe one that’d grown sweet instead of sour, and Red made sure to let Rory know this (and the fact that cherries that came off easy were best thrown to the ground) before falling silent again.

The basic tips continued like this, with Red tutting when Rory’s hands moved to a wrong cherry (explaining why, of course) and Red praising when he picked something right. And when the basket he’d started out with was full, Red motioned to the ground for him to set it down– “And bend with your knees, not your back. ¿Comprende?”

An empty basket was placed in Rory’s arm after, and then Red gave him a gentle pat to the arm.

“I’ll leave you to it here, then.” He set Rory’s bag down by the tree. “Clara will call you when it’s time to check your cherries with my right hand, so remember what I’ve told you, quick learner. After that she’ll take you to me for pay.

“You get a dollar today for working half of it. Full days get you two. If you don’t like that, you don’t have to come back tomorrow.”

Grabbing one of the empty baskets himself to return to his own work, Red nodded. “Good luck.”

And, if all went well, then the next time he’d speak to Rory today would be just before sunset when he was giving the aforementioned money.

As nervous as Rory was with what was essentially his job interview, Red seemed to be almost... lenient. Rather than letting him sink or swim entirely on his own or make up his mind within moments, he guided him and genuinely tried to see if he’d learn quickly as advertised. It was because he was being so fair that he made sure to hold onto every word he said, wanting even less for him to have to repeat himself.

Fortunately, picking the cherries was a relatively straight forward concept. The coloring was an easy enough thing to grasp and twisting rather than pulling was something he did naturally. If there was no give, it wasn’t hard to remember to let it fall to the ground.

Nodding in understanding, there was a soft laugh that fled his lips as he heard Red tell him to lift with his knees. It took him back to his days on his dad’s farm. 

It seemed old habits died hard.

“Those terms seem more than fair to me,” Rory responded with a wide smile plastered on his face as the man mentioned the pay. “I greatly appreciate the opportunity, Red.”

The work wasn’t all too difficult to pick up and soon enough, Clara had called him over as he was told she would.

He made his way to Red, approachable kindness in his own features as he asked in a soft tone, “You wouldn’t happen to know of a place nearby I could stay, would you? I really only just got to the area today so I’m not too familiar with anything yet.”

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vengare​:

Without hesitation, his hands landed on the man’s shoulders with a hearty smack. Red’s eyes squinted, his lips pursing, and he squeezed and moved his hands down his biceps to squeeze there, too.

“A quick learner,” he parroted, giving one last smack before he bent to pick the basket he’d put down back up and shoved it into his hands.

“All right.”

He wasn’t one to start doubting, but he went to pick up the man’s bag and slung it over his own shoulder before cocking his head in the direction of the step-ladder that he’d been standing on, himself.

“By all means. Show me your natural picking” – by that, he meant Rory’s technique without any proper teaching – “and I will tell you how to improve it if you need it.

“You must’ve seen me and the others do it, hm? So show me what you’ve learned.”

There was a moment of tension in his shoulders as he felt the unexpected and firm grasp on them, though, it quickly dissipated as he noticed that this is what Red had meant by getting a good look.

He remained silent and tried not to seem to sheepish at the stranger’s hands move towards his biceps.

As he repeated his reassurance, he nodded slightly and took the basket as it was handed to him. Rory couldn’t help the slight look of surprise that overtook his face as his eyes widened when he heard the other’s direction.

His gaze went from Red to the basket to the cherries back to the basket and then finally landing on red.

“Oh, um... alright. Yeah, I’ll definitely give it a shot,” he responded awkwardly before moving up onto the ladder. He observed the plant up close for a long moment before he made a move, not wanting to damage any product almost as much as he didn’t want to leave a bad impression.

He looked for a stem of sorts before reaching up and attempting to twist it off ever so slightly as to not damage the cherry itself.

Rory hadn’t the faintest idea if this was the right way of doing it, but seeing as how he had no basis of where to start, it seemed like a relatively logical approach.

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vengare​:

Killing a man with a basket would’ve been too much of a hassle, Red knew, and so he was glad that this stranger wasn’t someone after his head. He did look his own brand of apologetic, however– striking fear into those that didn’t deserve it didn’t give any sense of satisfaction, that much was for certain.

“Rory,” he repeated, and– glad that he hadn’t had to slam the basket upon this man’s head and drop all the coffee cherries in it– Red let out a short exhale. “Who told you that I…”

A brief glance over the man’s shoulder had him looking where Clara, who was also meant to be picking cherries, bashfully turned away from them.

Ah, he couldn’t help but think. She must’ve told him.

“…mm.” He snorted, setting the basket down. “Yeah, I’m the boss. Alfredo. But everyone calls me ‘Red’.”

He held his hand out, finger curling in to gesture Rory forward. “Come here. Let’s get a good look at you.

“You’ve done work like this before?”

To say Rory was grateful that the man didn’t bash his head over with the basket, no matter how little damage it would have done, would have been an understatement. Even with the awkward start, he was glad the other seemed to have calmed down rather quickly and began to converse.

His eyes drifted to the young woman with whom he previously spoke to when the man had begun to inquire what he was assuming who sent him to him, grinning faintly at her.

“Pleasure to meet you, Red,” Rory responded with a warm smile on his lips.

There was a bashfulness in the newcomer’s expression as he was gestured closer so the other could look him over, but he didn’t delay.

He gave a slight nod and set his bag on the ground as he closed the distance a good bit more.

“Kind of. My dad had a small piece of land and we more so had livestock than anything to farm. Mom had a little garden, but it wasn’t much more than potatoes and some herbs,” he answered honestly. “I’m a quick learner, though. Especially when it comes to stuff like this.

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“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Rory began, hands raised and allowing his bag to fall to the ground as he noticed he had startled the man that he assumed owned the property.

He swallowed thickly and slowly lowered his hands to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder.

There was an apologetic twinkle in his eyes still as he looked at the other, feeling badly that he had taken the other by surprise. Though, he figured the best way to make amends was to explain why he was there to begin with.

“I, uh... I’m new to the area and ‘m looking for work. Figured the best place to start was the first farm I happened upon. My name’s Rory.”

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manstar​:

“I’d love to head to your place, you kidding me?”

It was hard to keep his excitement from showing when he said it, too.

There were very real, very valid reasons for why Syl had never been to Ari’s home, the top one being the fact that he had children. Children who’d had another father. Children who’d see him as an Other. And though Syl wasn’t particularly intimidated by this, it wasn’t his comfort that mattered when it all boiled down to it.

“I just hope your kids won’t mind having a stranger around. I mean– a stranger who you’re dating, sure, but still… fundamentally a stranger.”

A moment.

“Is it dumb I can’t get the ‘boyfriend’ thing out of my head? Labels schmabels, thinking about you calling me that is so…”

The kiss pressed to Ari’s lips came with a very real smile.

A timid smile settled onto Ari’s lips as he heard Syl’s response.

He hadn’t realized just how worried he was to not only work out Sylvester meeting his children, but also just acknowledging that he had been calling him his boyfriend for a decent while at that point. He was so relieved that Syl had been so open to both parts, even seemingly just as eager as he was to reach these milestones.

“Well, they’re excited to put a face to the guy who’s been making me so happy. Their exact words, by the way.”

A soft chuckle fled from his lips and he shook his head.

“Not dumb at all. I can’t tell you how glad I am that putting a title to it didn’t scare you off.”

He beamed even wider into the kiss, reaching up and cupping the side of his face as he reciprocated it.

[vaememes]

 a display of affection meme / sfw edition  /  ( insp )

send a number from 1-17, and i will choose the suiting option for our muses and write up a drabble / starter according to the image! ( a sfw edition as requested by anon. )

         [01]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [02]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [03]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [04]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [05]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [06]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [07]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [08]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [09]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [10]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [11]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [12]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [13]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [14]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [15]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [16]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f          [17]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!