#sb: rl

[wheezyvale]

beautiful trauma

Coming home was the absolute last thing that Simba wanted to do, but he knew after the three day mark that one of the others was probably mildly concerned as to whether he was alive or not. To say that he was looking forward to this conversation sounded like a bad joke, but after exhausting every last place that he could stay with friends and, well — others, he had run out of couches to crash on and home was the only place left. Despite the fact that it felt like he was tucking his tail and crawling back, Simba wasn’t dare going to beg for forgiveness. He didn’t care how mad Jay was at him for the fight they’d had the other day, and it wasn’t like Remi was acknowledging him for some stupid thing he’d done, not that he knew what that was. The only thing he could do at this point was get in and get out as soon as he could, preferably without anyone seeing him.

The second he walked in the door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He could see Remi at the kitchen table the second he walked into the house and based on the shuffling towards the back it only made sense that Jay was around. Simba let out a low grumble of frustration but quickly decided that he had to commit now that he’d walked in the door. He pushed the door shut behind him, slamming it just a little bit louder than he’d intended, and walked into the kitchen without a word, his back to Remi as he prepared himself a sandwich. If Remi wasn’t talking to him, then Simba wouldn’t talk to him either, and if that asshole fae even thought about coming around, Simba would make sure that he wouldn’t acknowledge him either. He was done trying to be nice, not that he’d been trying much in the first place. They wanted to play the silence game, he would just return it tenfold.

Simba threw the knife he’d used into the sink and roughly tugged the chair out from under the table, dropping himself into the seat and intentionally turning himself as far away from Remi as he could while he shoved bites of the sandwich into his mouth. Screw them, he thought to himself. Don’t need friends like these anyway. He knew it was a lie, but the anger was still fresh in his veins, and despite his desire to want to just curl into Jay’s side and whine to him about how much he hated Remi’s new boyfriend, Jay was dead to him — for now, at least.

[disneytunnels]

i wanna sleep next to you; simba & remi

“Come on, Jay. Stop being lazy and help me!” Simba tugged on the frame of the bed, pulling it away from the wall as he waited for Jay to show up in the room. The second that the curly-haired man arrived, he gestured for him to drag the mattress out of the room so they could turn the bed frame on its side and get it into the common area and to their room. Why are we doing this again? Simba knew that it was something they’d just talked about when they were drunk the night before, but when he’d woken up that morning and thought about it, they really hadn’t seen Remi since DCP had started. “We’ve already made our room home, Prongs,” he said as he tugged on the frame. “But you know it’s not home without our little Moony.” Jay couldn’t argue with that, so the two of them pulled the bed into their room, fit it right in between the two of theirs, and threw the mattress down on top. “There,” Simba said as he left Jay to grab the bedding. Neither of them really wanted to actually put the effort into making the bed after they’d spent so much time getting it into the room, but they knew they would, especially since Remi would be back long before either of them would. AM shifts were the worst in Disney, Simba was certain of it, but this was his day off, albeit a very busy day for him, and Jay had some sort of evening thing because of the parade they were having tonight, so neither of them would actually be around to witness Remi’s reaction to the home they’d made for him between the two of them. Simba knew, however, that it was going to be a good one.

[expectopafuckno]

"Mate, I know you've been busy disappearing into books lately, but you've been downright invisible. Where've you been?"

[expectopafuckno]

sensing desperation | simba & remi

He smelled gross. Well, not gross, exactly, but Simba knew that he definitely didn't smell all that great. Having sex often resulted in the smell of sweat, the stench of post-coital bliss practically clinging to his skin as he made his way back to the room that he shared with Jay and Remi. "Moooony," Simba whined, knowing full well that he'd find the werewolf in the room. Jay was probably trying to chase someone down as well, or so Simba presumed as he tugged on his shirt, peeling it from his body. "I feel gross and I want a shower but I want cuddles too. Will you cuddle with me?"