#sentinel007

[hawkinsalibi]

     ❝ 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂,  𝙶𝙴𝚃  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙽,  𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙾  𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃. ❞  -  𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶  𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈  𝟸𝙽𝙳,  𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻.

[hcrgrove]

mikey: lobsters mate for life you know. . . and the suns made me pretty lobster-esque rn

robbie: this is the weirdest proposal ever but YES

mikey: what?

robbie: what?

[brokenalibi]

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝚄𝙿 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳, 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁.

Robbie & Sid aesthetics ft. @sentinel007​

[hcrgrove]

HEADCANON - tws: death, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, attempted suicide, throwing up. mentioned: @sentinel007 @hellfire010 @hargrxve @sugarfm

All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.

The ambulance came for Max, and he couldn’t believe that this had happened to another person he cared about. She had been dead. She was dead. He’d checked, there was no pulse. Mikey had no idea what brought her back, but suddenly she was at least breathing again. Paramedics said it was a miracle, and took her to the hospital. After Susan was called, and visiting hours were over, he went home ready to crawl into his boyfriends arms and be thankful for him, and reassured that they’d find a way to get Max through it. 

If I could see your face once more, I’d die a happy man I’m sure.

He knew the moment he saw Eddie, the moment he saw Billy trying to get near him. He wouldn’t believe it though, not until he saw him. It was like time slowed to a stop as he ran from the car, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he barrelled through the door towards Robbie’s room. He tried to get close, but Eddie snapped, yelled at him to not touch him. “Please…” He had begged, eyes filling with tears as one hand went to his chest and the other gripped his stomach. Physical pain reverberated through him, until he moved back outside and threw up. He was sick until his body physically couldn’t bring anything else up, yet still hyperventilating. Mikey knew he had to calm down, or Eddie wouldn’t let him anywhere near Robbie. He couldn’t stop the tears, but he managed to get control of his breathing and went back inside. “Eddie… please. I just want to hold him. Please.” He begged again, sniffling as the tears started to fall harder. Robbie looked so pale, so peaceful… it was like he was asleep; yet Robbie’s sleep had never been that peaceful. Part of him was waiting for him to sit up in bed suddenly, scare the shit out of him and say it was a fucking cruel joke they were playing. It didn’t happen. Not whilst he was in Eddie’s arms, not whilst he carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, and not when Mikey pulled Robbie into his arms and sobbed. He was still warm, how could he still be warm? He did everything he could to commit the others scent to memory, the way his hair felt tickling Mikey’s face, the way his hands felt whilst he was holding it. 

When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

Sniffling, and wiping the tears from his eyes, Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he was going to give Robbie once they’d defeated Vecna. Sure, he’d had a whole other plan in place, and it had been a romantic one, but after all the shit they’d been through Mikey had just wanted to get Vecna out of the way and then propose, start their life together. He took the ring that already sat on Robbie’s ring finger, putting it on his own before sliding on the engagement ring he had bought for his boyfriend. Mikey knew that had he asked, the other would’ve said yes. They’d talked about it so many times, Mikey was kicking himself for not doing it sooner. He should’ve done it the moment Robbie had said he’d say yes if Mikey asked. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He murmured, kissing his dead boyfriends forehead. “I love you, forever and always. I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.” He placed a shaky, barely there kiss on his lips before climbing back off the bed. Eddie had made his presence known again, it was clear Mikey’s time was over but he’d done what he wanted to do. 

I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side. 

The days and weeks after Robbie’s death, Mikey had drank more and done more drugs than he’d ever done in his life. It was a repeat of when he had thought Billy had been dead, but worse. A couple of times, he landed himself in the hospital with alcohol poisoning or an accidental overdose, when he wasn’t there he could be found in his bed, avoiding Eddie which meant not seeing Billy, and laying in tears all day and night. The week after the funeral, on a night where he was extremely drunk, he had decided that enough was enough. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t live in a world that didn’t have Robbie in it and fuck, he couldn’t catch glimpses of Eddie almost daily and have his heart get that flutter of hope that it was Robbie. It hurt too much. He got in his car, and drove away to the lake. Sitting on the hood of his car, he took a fuck load of pills with a whisky chaser and waited for death to take him, and reunite him with Robbie. 

But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?

A couple had come to Lovers Lake that night and found him passed out, called the ambulance. The paramedics found a note in his jacket pocket that had been addressed to Billy, and declared it a suicide attempt instead of another accident. He was in hospital on suicide watch, whilst getting a psych evaluation for 10 days until he was released. They gave him meds, and instructed him to undergo therapy. When he was about to leave, he heard the nurses talking about a patient who had to have been blessed by god himself to survive. He scoffed, and carried on walking until he heard the name that came from their mouth. Jason Carver. He had to tell Jason about Robbie, no one else had and being in hospital he hadn’t heard the news. It was horrible, but they both knew how much the other had loved Robbie, and Mikey finally found someone that could understand. 

You brought out the best of me, a part of me I’ve never seen.

He should’ve burned the suicide note, but he never did. It’s hidden in his room, among his things. Whilst he likes to pretend it never happened, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out or burn it. Mikey struggles every single day, his trauma and grief is too much for him to deal with still most days, but he tries his best so that he can help care for Jason, and because he knows that Robbie wouldn’t want him almost killing himself every time he consumed alcohol or drugs. He tries to go to Billy, but his twin has made it quite clear that he can only pick up the pieces of one person whilst looking after himself, and of course that person is Eddie. Eddie, who Mikey can’t even look at because it hurts; it’s not his fault, though. And he doesn’t even blame Billy for not being able to help Mikey too… he just misses his brother and longs for him to just say something as stupidly simple as ‘it’s gonna be okay’ or ‘you’re gonna get through this’… but instead mainly harsh, thoughtless words are spoken because Billy physically doesn’t have the capacity to help Mikey too. Not even in the smallest way. But he has Jason… and that’s enough. That’s enough for him to stay, right? 

You took my soul and wiped it clean… Our love was made for movie screens. 

[hcrgrove]

BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. @sentinel007​

he would never, ever tire of waking up in the same bed as robbie. it was the absolute perfect way to start his day off. mikey was in only his boxers, and he turned to face the other, wrapping his arms around the other male tightly and pressing kisses to robbie’s shoulder, and the nape of his neck. “baby, come on. we gotta get up.” they had a breakfast date, they’d arranged it days ago but mikey had to admit, all he wanted to do was stay in bed and cuddle. . . maybe even have a good morning lazy fuck. fuck, he was definitely in the mood for that. he kissed all along his shoulder, the nape of his neck, up to his ear as he groaned and grabbed robbie’s hip, pulling him back against him. “there’s breakfast to get to. . . we can have whatever you want. waffles, pancakes, pastries, greasy food.” he ground against the other, groaning softly as hips pressed against robbie. 

[hcrgrove]

@sentinel007​ asked: Ah, he’s just going to pop up out of nowhere and lace fingers with the taller, now swinging their arms idly for a moment before tugging him town to kiss him—

jumping at the sudden contact, as soon as he realised it was robbie his anxiety settled down. grinning at his boyfriend, fingers squeezed his hand softly as arms were swung at the others mercy. oh he was being needy today; well, mikey wasn’t going to say no. free arm snaked around his boyfriend, resting on the small of his back as he kissed back. “how did you sleep last night ?” a question he always asked, one as common as the ‘did you take your meds today ?’ he often got from both billy and robbie now that they knew about his diagnosis. 

fingers slowly trailed up the others back, curling in his hair and tugging just lightly, enough to force robbie to look him in the eyes. “it’s a wonder i ever get anything done when i’m around you, baby boy. i just wanna eat you up whenever i’m around you.” mikey spoke lowly, moving to press his lips against his boyfriends again though rougher this time. they were supposed to be going to a movie and dinner. . . he had even suggested it. in fact, he’d suggested it two nights ago but they had failed to get out of the door both nights. he was determined this time; the sex was great but he wanted to be able to treat robbie like a king, like he deserved to be treated. “i’m determined for us to make it to the movies this time, baby. you deserve a date, to be spoiled and treated.” he grinned, letting his grip fall from the munson twin as he turned his back, reaching for his car keys. 

of course he had asked billy for the camaro, but he was still being a bitch about one little scratch that he’d gotten on the car. it hadn’t been that bad, and billy had been able to buff it out. he was definitely a much better driver now. . . but his wagoneer would do. if that’s what he had to drive around in whilst he saved for his impala, that’s what he’d drive around in. it was better than walking everywhere. 

[alittlemuggy]

I would like to know how Wayne feels about Robbie being anemic and having a poor immune system; especially since he used to get horribly sick all the time as a child.

development questions.

Wayne was a fairly robust child himself and so were his siblings. Dealing with a sick child was a learning curve. He could figure out how to comfort Robbie, what brands of OTC medication elevated the aches and pains and the fevers, little things to do to cheer him up. Still, it left him with a profound sense of guilt every time he had to leave him to work the night shift while Robbie was sick. One of their neighbors, a sweet elderly housewife, happened to be an insomniac. Wayne would ask her to stay with the boys on those nights and call him if Robbie got significantly worse. He always felt horrible leaving him.

As for Robbie’s anemia, it was more of a chronic problem, something to try to live around. Wayne’s insurance through the plant sucked and he couldn’t exactly give the doctors an accurate representation of Robbie’s medical history, navigating the medical system was a pain in the ass. It contributed to his premature greying but he never complained. He always tried to be the one to take Robbie to his transfusions, it wasn’t always possible. He read a lot of pamphlets on anemia which led to him trying to feed Robbie iron-rich foods whenever he was around. Blackstrap molasses, red meat, spinach. Wayne is personally very fond of southern style biscuits with butter and molasses so that was usually what he tried to serve him. There was always a little part of him deep down that wondered if Robbie was sick because of something he didn’t do. It never got easier to watch him suffer. Not in all the years he had with him.

[hcrgrove]

@sentinel007​ asked: for receiver to bite and then lick sender’s nipples.

he could never get enough of robbie; every inch of him was to be devoured. of course, he had his favourite places that he paid attention to, and god robbie’s nipples were one of them, especially because they were so beautifully pierced. mikey removed the others shirt, fingers gliding over his chest and teasing at his nipples before his mouth engulfed one of them. he nibbled, teasing before biting down, being careful not to hurt his teeth on the metal piercing but still close enough to tease, eager to hear the moans that he could elicit from robbie. once he was done, he let his tongue glide over it before moving onto the other nipple and repeating the same motions. he let his fingertips rake down robbie’s abdomen, hand moving to palm at the other through his pants as he kept repeating the delicious motions on the others nipples, taking each in turn again and again in an attempt to make his boyfriend whine and beg. “do you like that baby?” he muttered, breath hot against the others skin. “because i’m rather enjoying myself.”