#simbaherrara

[sebflxres-blog]

[text] You don’t need this shit. | [text] Lose my number, asshole.

[text] You don’t need this shit.

[4:55pm]: i can handle it, sim. [4:56pm]: i mean if you wanna fight someone in my honor i won’t stop you, but…

[text] Lose my number, asshole.

[12:43am]: simba?? what the hell[12:44am]: did you text the wrong number im[12:44am]: did i do something??[12:45am]: i mean i probably did but would you mind specifying

[itsjustowenl-blog]

[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?

[text] Stay out of what?[text] I do my best to stay out of most things.

[sebflxres-blog]

♀, ø, ✉

♀: heartbreaking text

[10:23am] ➝ 🦁: welp[10:23am] ➝ 🦁: just got back from the vet and it’s not good news :)[10:24am] ➝ 🦁: bug’s fine for now but his heart is so weak that they don’t think he’ll last more than two years[10:25am]  ➝ 🦁: but like...he’s bug...so he’ll probably last longer. right?

ø: late night text

[12:41am]  ➝ 🦁: hey are you up??[12:41am]  ➝ 🦁: i might be outside your door [12:42am]  ➝ 🦁: SIMBA HELLO i forgot my key i need u to let me in

✉: text that wasn’t sent

[unsent]  ➝ 🦁: could we meet somewhere? i really need to tell you something. i can’t take lying to you anymore

[sebflxres-blog]

♔

♔: finding your muse wearing their clothes

No matter how long Seb waited to take the popcorn out of the microwave, he always seemed to burn his fingers. Every time, without fail, he managed to scald his skin on the salty snack. “Fuck,” he murmured to himself, dropping the bag of popcorn on the counter. After another moment, he tentatively opened the bag. The steam nearly burned him again, but he managed to salt the buttered popcorn and shake it all together. 

Seb fell into the soft embrace of his couch. The couch was probably his favorite part of the entire apartment, naturally. He hugged the warm bag of popcorn to his chest and reached for the remote, his greasy fingers threatening to slip from the buttons. “Simba!” He called, craning his neck to look toward his room. “I will start the movie without you.”

The moment Seb heard shuffling from his room, he turned back to the television and carelessly perused the options Netflix offered. It wasn’t until Simba slumped into the spot next to him that Seb directed his attention to him. Sim was clad in a grey hoodie of Seb’s, his face almost fully submerged in the hood--but the best part was the duvet that hung from his shoulders. Seb laughed at the burrito that was his best friend. “Didn’t wanna leave the bed?”

“I was cold,” Simba defended himself and settled into the couch, wrapping the blue duvet closer to himself. 

“Let me help,” Seb shimmied closer, dropping the bag of popcorn in his lap. He reached over toward Simba’s face and pulled the drawstrings of the hood. Simba’s face was hardly noticeable--only his eyes and nose were showing now that the hood was so enclosed. Seb let out a breathy chuckle. “Perfect.”

[alaricsummerfield]

♡

ask meme | non-sexual acts of intimacy

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together Alaric stirred from the sunlight attacking them through the window. His back hurt so bad from falling asleep on the couch and he didn’t even really remember why, or.. really where at first. Then he noticed Simba curling up beside him on the other end of the couch, a sketchbook or two lying around with unfinished drawings and sketches as stationary littered the table. Right, he was working on another comic. And Alaric.. was here for moral support, he tried to doodle a giraffe for fun. But now he felt bad for crashing before Simba did. He pulled the blanket that was cast aside over Simba and got up, maybe making breakfast could make up for the lack of moral support.