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[peaceallied-blog]

[text] I can’t stop thinking about you. ( HUGO )

( text me!! ;; accepting. )

[ text → hugh ]: You’re really hot and cold recently and it’s kind of throwing me off, Hugo.[ text → hugh ]: I’m willing to help and be there if you need emotional support, don’t get me wrong, but I have new and arriving students and patients, not to mention personal drama that I need to able to stay on top of. I’d like to know where we stand.

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oswald didn’t know what to do anymore. the programming ( brainwashing, torture, pain that he had gone through was still there, still making him into this person ) was ever present. in any other situation, he would have reacted differently --- more violently to having lost his dad as well. he didn’t even feel the rain. he didn’t feel his clothes getting soaked, or realize that the dark locks of his hair were falling into his eyes. he felt numb. numb and lost. he hadn’t meant to run from hugo, but he was an emotional mess. he didn’t know what to do now. oswald was silent as he listened to the other male, swallowing as he gazed up at him. if he hadn’t been been put through his therapy, this situation would have turned completely different. but he had. this was a new oswald. his eyes close as lips are pressed againt his and arms wrap around him. his hands move to grasp at hugo’s shoulders, the words ringing in his ears. “---i don’t know what to do anymore,” he whispered. “i lost them both, hugo. both dead in my arms. i changed. i’m a good person now and my father still died! what did i do wrong??”

[tightpantsnmusicals]

➳ ( HUGO )

269. “You’re hurt—badly!”

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“Read my mind, Charles. Killing that man was my darkest hour and worst thing I have ever done even though I justified it, for protecting the man that I thought I loved. I didn’t do it so he’d love me, I did it to save him.” Hugo places his hand on Charles’s cheeks, cupping his face as his hues bore into the telepath’s bright hues, “I would never do that again…kill anyone. And I would especially never do that to you. I did a bad thing, I’m not a bad person.” He rests his forehead against Charles’s, “Please…believe me.”

        “ i don’t mean to -- accuse you. there are just things you don’t know about people, that it’s impossible to know, i’m not willing to rob you of your will, ”   charles explains, his tone is softer than he expects it to be. he cringes the moment he’s done saying what he has.   “ it was never my intention to say anything bad about you, you know that, don’t you? i didn’t mean to offend. i just... have had bad experiences with people i believed i could trust. ”   but part of charles is needlessly delicate, still chaffing at the hurt that erik left behind. part of his heart swells -- it’s an odd feeling, to be emotionally connected with someone after so long of trying to wall himself off. he isn’t -- intentionally reading hugo’s mind but he can sense the genuineness, some level of care and was that... did hugo have a crush on him? the thought wasn’t a bad one.    “ alright. alright, well, if you -- still stand by your own question after my apparently interrogation, then yes -- a real date... we could make that work. ”

[southsiding]

◈ ( HUGO )

   ❛ SHUT UP or i’ll have to kill you too !! ❜

[southsiding]

[text] …did you just send me a nude? ( HUGO )

[text]: oh, you didnt want it??[text]: ignore it then[text]: ill send it to someone else  

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“Most would say maybe but I’ll just say figure it out yourself.”

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              There’s something freeing about how alright it is to be just who they are in these modern times. He was making out with a man, pressing himself up against him and draping one lazy arm around his neck, breath hot as Charles dragged his teeth against flesh and let himself drift back towards ( Hugo, his mind had supplied ) the man’s neck. Free hand? That was slowly creeping down Hugo’s back until he had his hand right against the curve of his ass. Charles pulled back for long enough to laugh -- he was a short man, but looking up his eyes seemed to sparkle beneath his lashes. All the sudden he felt like the newly minted Doctor Xavier, who hadn’t had the fate of mutant kind and then humanity in his hands. His lips part in their renewed kiss, the arm draped over Hugo’s shoulder adjusting so he could bury a hand in bright hair. ‘Enjoying yourself?’ he asked ( mentally, a voice inside Hugo’s head that was clear as his own, if lusty and tinged with amusement ) as he pressed closer.

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