𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔰

❝ superman for a neighbor, you say ? hmm, i wouldn't be opposed to seeing you in blue tights~ ❞ he purrs back playfully in response. ❝ it's not so much heavy work as it is a lot of busy work. so, as much as i appreciate looking at those muscles of yours, it's your stamina that i'm truly needing, big guy. ❞ he's got a pallet of fertilizer and fresh sod that he needs to work out to bring his garden back to health, given such a bad winter that they're coming out of. ❝ --- i know yardwork isn't the most fun thing to do, but i figured if we work diligently enough, we can get it done just before the afternoon sun beats us down. i'll pay you for it and even will let you cool down in my pool, if you're up to it~ ❞

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

without any sense of hesitation, he gladly accepts john into his arms. a place that even all these years apart, still only belonged to the half wolf. with an immediate flick of the wrist, he's locking the shop door and darkening the windows so that the outside world could not peer in. he's closed for the rest of the day. ❝ i've thought you were gone from me forever, wolfie... ❞ his voice cracks, and tears begin running down his cheeks. emotional is a bit of an understatement at this point. it felt like a void in his heart has been filled once more. he prays that this isn't another trick from his vile father. that this isn't another trick of happiness, only to be ripped away torturously.

❝ molim te, neka ovo bude istina. molim te, neka ovo bude istina. ❞ he repeats in his native tongue as his arms circle around john as ever so tightly, almost in effort to climb upon him and never let him go. ❝ moj slatki vukodlak~❞

the god hums pleasantly and nestles his face into the crook of stiles' neck as the other sips upon his wine, his hands continuing to massage his thighs. it's all in sensual effort to drain the stress from his lover's body. ❝ hmm, yes. this town certainly has a way of keeping you on your toes, but a little time away won't hurt. you need to decompress, love. don't like seeing you so wired up. ❞ he knows that he can't help and usually even at rest, stiles' aura can be bit energetic, but this time it's a bit more bleaker than normal. as if the light is being drained from him and it's concerning. ❝ a day was had, but aside from tending to some gardening --- it's been pretty uneventful. dare i say, i felt pretty useless. so, if you need my help with anything, i'm all of service to you, love. ❞

he could've deduced that himself, just by the look of this --- being --- his aura is way to profound to be human, but he's not going to push further on that... at least not now. ❝ true. we all must find our on place in this universe, but that doesn't mean we also need to pass up helping hands, right ? do you need a place to stay for a bit ? i have a spare room and shower. ❞