#wolfboyroux

[natesommers-blog-blog]

[TXT:] Can you steal back my beanie from Wilde he won't give it back and idk what to do help me out bro :(

[Text: Lyle] I'm a master at stealing Wilde's clothes. If anyone can get back your beanie, it's me.

[Text: Lyle] :) 

[cyrusthegrim]

( sorry this is what i was trying to send earlier!! ) ✉ ✘

✉ for a 2 AM text

It’s a full moon tonight. I can’t stop looking at it.

✘ for an unsent text

You have super smell right? Like, canine sense? Can you smell death? I don’t want to be the only one who can feel it coming.

[scribblingthedaysaway]

No panties.

[pats his cheek lightly and gives him a small kiss]

No.

But I'm flattered.

[kirkley-ixion]

♈

♈ for my muse making yours dinner

[kill me....]

Kirk had just been making something for himself when Lyle had found him. Being considerate, he offered to cook something for the other boy as well, even as he warned him that he wasn't any kind of cook. Lyle didn't seem to mind, only being as hungry as Kirk, it seemed.

Kirk made idle chat with Lyle as he made the meal. It wasn't very fancy, for Kirk wasn't a very fancy sort of guy. It was a high protein meal, with lots of cooked red meats and then lots of mostly steamed green vegetables and leafy uncooked greens. Most of the green stuff Lyle refused to look at, but that was fine. Kirk would eat it all anyway.

[vaingloriously-valerie-blog]

♐ ✉ HAVE FUN.

♐ for my muse saving your muse’s life +✉ for my muse telling yours they love them for the very first time,

Lyle had always been an anchor for Valerie, although the headstrong cupid may not have ever openly acknowledged it. The werewolf had always kept her grounded, though he may have never realized it. When she was ungrateful, he was there to remind her of everything that she should be grateful for. He kept her humble and often reminded her that the world didn't revolve around her, even if his world might have. Convinced that she was a terrible person and deserved much of what she got, Lyle was always there to tell her otherwise. He kept her going. He kept her alive; he saved her life every day, even if neither of them ever saw it that way. 

"Keep your eyes on me, Val," he had shouted out from the tower he stood on. It was a trick, he said; he had been practicing, he said. Even when she had outed her possible worry, he had waved it off dismissively, and she trusted his confidence as he stood on the rooftop's edge, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants. She stood, many feet below him, arms crossed as she watched him teeter along the edge, her worries cast aside.

Until she saw him falling. A panic set in when he initially fell. It wasn't intentional; he had lost his footing and whatever trick he had planned did not seem to be turning out as planned. He was falling too fast, and she was frozen. Don't worry, Val, I've practiced this a million times. Lyle. I'll be fine, don't worry. Lyle. Don't worry.

"Lyle!" 

How she was in the air, and so suddenly at that, she was unsure, but he wasn't falling. He was in her arms, safe, and never had she felt such relief. Never had she been so grateful to see that cheeky smile. "Looks like you do care about me," he attempted to joke once their feet had met the ground once again. She released him, steadying herself, and only then did she notice the quick pace of her heartbeat, which quickened even more when he turned around to face her. 

Tossing her arms around his neck, she pulled him close to her, hugging him tightly. "You're right, I do care about you--I... I love you, Lyle." Because in that moment she had seen him fall, the thought of him not being with her was more unbearable than she could have ever thought. Wordlessly, he moved his arms around her, resting his chin on his shoulder as he held her. "I lov..." He soon stopped, blinking.

"Since when did you get wings?"

Cupids didn't earn their wings nor their bow and arrows until they had made a match. For the first time in her life, she had made a match--and it was for herself.