#sentinel007

robbie: this is the weirdest proposal ever but YES

mikey: what?

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

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. 

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. 

@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. 

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.

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