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Goodnight Story #8

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Skull really likes hugging Reborn.

Yes, that sounds odd, there are many better people to hug. Kinder people... Softer people... Even people that like hugs as much as Skull does! But Reborn specifically.... Radiates warmth and comfort when he truly relaxes into a hug. And it's the most calming thing to Skull.

The only issue is.... Reborn doesn't seem to like hugs very much. He never initiates physical contact, he's stiff as a board whenever Skull does wrap his arms around him and he's always the first to pull out of any hug Skull manages to trap him into! Hell, sometimes Reborn even leaves the room as soon as he notices that Skull is in a huggy mood!

But.... Tonight is different. Very different.

Skull just got his Carcassa goons out of a difficult situation, when Reborn showed up out of nowhere and made himself into the biggest nuisance. So much so, Skull ended up trapped in his bedroom.

Reborn must've got kinda bad news about some private thing. He hunted down Skull's airship, broke into his bedroom, refused any offered coffee and has yet to let go of Skull's sleeve. And he's very purposefully keeping Skull from leaving the bed. It's very awkward.

Eventually, Skull gives up and stops trying to pull free, sitting down with a sharp huff and giving Reborn a throughly annoyed look. Reborn just blinks at him, seeming absurdly innocent. Skull's voice comes out more frustrated than he really feels. "What is it with you today??"

Reborn blinks at him, his posture relaxed, his expression calm. An odd twinkle in his eyes. And of course he is as cryptic as ever! "I heard the news and came here to celebrate. Obviously."

Skull claws his free hand into his pillow, frowning and pouting as hard as he can. Cause sometimes Reborn does soften on him when Skull gives him puppy eyes. That's not the case this time. Skull tries to shake Reborn's hand off of his sleeve again. It doesn't work. Why does Skull still sound frustrated-? "Celebrate what, hm."

Reborn sighs the faintest bit and Skull freezes up, feeling oddly chastized immediately. Reborn has way too many parent vibes sometimes... Right now, he somehow sounds a bit fond, as well as disappointed. "I'm here to congratulate you on your first successful solo mission, Lackey."

Skull frowns again, mentally going over the past few days, but he honetsly has no idea what Reborn is on about. So he's very honest, finally twisting his arm free and soothing his reddened wrist a little with his other hand. "What are you on about..?"

Reborn spreads his arms, gesturing vaguely. Now he sounds just the slightest bit puzzled himself. "Didn't you save some Carcassa subordinates from an enemy Mafia just yesterday?"

Skull blinks rapidly, very clearly remembering that, but.... That's not a mission, is it? Skull just did what anyone would've done! ...Right? He blinks at Reborn, feeling a little silly. "That wasn't a mission... Right?"

"That's not what I heard. " Reborn still has his arms spread, which is getting a little awkward, even if he looks perfectly comfortable, graceful and relaxed. Skull keeps blinking at him, obviously not seeing any implications.

So Reborn rolls his eyes, quirks a little smirk and grabs Skull's shirt. He just... pulls him against his chest, even as Skull flails a little in surprise. And Skull wraps his arms around him instinctively, blinking some more before the action registers as a hug and he finds some words. "A celebration hug...?"

Reborn nods above him, sighing faintly and pulling Skull close until they are hugging properly. Skull snuggles very close, very much touch starved and happy for any affection. And this time, Reborn doesn't break the hug! Which means...

Oh.

Reborn doesn't dislike hugs. He just views them as something that should be more meaningful...

That's so damn cute, what the hell...

[Muffin here! If you like my Goodnight Stories, pls give them a reblog! I want to reach more khr Fans and provide them with good sleeps and sweet dreams! :D]

[yvainart]

poolverine as sanrio's characters based on @astheriiiart and my idea!

[diurnalvl]

do you reckon that alastor was the sort of friend to lavish you with attention and make you laugh endlessly? and watched, possessive?

do you think he was sharp, and funny, and witty enough to cry at?

someone else's (@deadjam6) past!vox design and alastor can be something so personal... please, if you're out there, tell me more...

[bungeepuppet]

some more doodles i never posted???

and merch sketches from LAST SUMMER 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i hope to finish them when im out of work next month! :]

[kodzun]

little harry and kim sketches from my sketchbook :]

[kirutan]

He is silly.

[thebigbadlobster]

Junkrat:)

[kiwi-does-stuff]

Oh em gee is that frankie from the (extremely underrated) webcomic castoff??

[low-quality-comic-characters]

Uncanny X-Men #209

John Romita Jr., P. Craig Russell, Glynis Oliver

[jvaleskaapologist]

guys I wanna fuck House so bad pls send help

[murdleandmarot]

Sometimes you have to make shitty little OCxCanon comics to keep yourself sane

Sorry @mysticalcats I stole ur oc (foxglove)

[clovermoonspell]

I love they chose the ride named hip hop.

[simmyfrobby]

What are your top 3 nhl teams with the best vibes?

ooh ok. yea. fun. love this. im going to declare all my biases upfront: im a pens, bruins & wild fan so obviously my nr 1 is:

minny

they have flower. they have kaprizov. they go on homoerotic little holidays together. they have two deweys and one foligno. their captain is pretty and everyone is short. every game is somehow embarrassing. even if they win. especially if they win. 11/10 cant lose.

nr 2: philly

i dont follow them or root for them but i will have nightmares about the dog mask every day for the rest of my life. also they made drysdale come hang out w them during the all star break and that was cute. also the conga line. hardass coach but we stay silly. 9/10 solid vibes.

nr 3: yotes

jason zucker lives there.

[fefemii]

Lost and found this sad, pathetic, old man's wife.

[trashvampiree]

Marko and Paul def just lie about things for LITERALLY no reason Store worker: Do you have a (stores name) card? Marko, who has a (stores name) card, giving him the ability to get a discount on his purchase, in his back pocket: oh, no I don't have one :^(

Paul, staring at the worker with no intent to blink: there was a naked man in aisle 5 eating the rust off of the shelves, you should really watch out for stuff like that in your establishment sir

[meowzilla93]

Happy Birthday to the Silliest of Monochrome Men <3

@minthe-drawings thank you for hosting such a lovely event for him! i cannot wait to see the rest of the months submissions for him, mine included!

August wakes to the late morning sun, pouring through slightly parted curtains, and hitting her in the face. Blinking against the bright rays, she mumbled a curse, before pulling the quilt up close to her face, turning in the bed to look away from the windows. As she moved, a presence around her waist had tightened and she found herself being pulled, being pressed against a warm body.

Hands pressed against a chest, August tilts her head up to see the peaceful, at rest face of the man that holds her heart. The light she cursed out just earlier was now lighting up Baxter’s face, and as always, it took her breath away at how beautiful he was. Even more so when he was at his most relaxed, where his perfected persona wasn’t on show, and he was simply just ‘Baxter’.

He was still asleep, and was just as, if not more averse than August, about waking up in the mornings. They seemed to take turns in waking up to the other still asleep, a pattern she noticed in the few times they have been able to spend the nights together. Living on the other-side of the continent to each other made things hard to be able to see one another regularly, but the moments they managed to steal away for themselves were all the more sweeter for it.

It was August’s turn to visit Baxter, and this time she had managed to secure just over a week with him; Her work did allow August to be able to work remotely if the cards landed right, though this time was no end of trouble to try and organize it. Though, that wasn’t something she was going to tell him.

What made this trip all the more important, was that it would be the first birthday August would spend with Baxter, and she wanted to make sure he got to properly enjoy it. No stress, no work, no expectations. Surrounded by the people he loved, and those who loved him back; His own stitched together family.

As she gazed at her lover, who glowed in the radiance of the sun, she couldn’t help but caress his cheek, the smooth skin warm under her palm. At her gentle ministrations, Baxter started to stir, grip on her tightening as his dark amber eyes slowly blink open. Though this lasted for barely a moment before Baxter tucked his face into the hollow of Augusts neck, hiding from the rays of the sun.

Letting out a small chuckle, August wraps her arms around Baxter, holding him close as he nuzzled into his hiding spot, lips just barely brushing the soft of her exposed skin. After a moment, August felt a rumbling at her shoulder, but couldn’t make out what it was, before realizing that Baxter was talking.

Carding her fingers through his hair, she couldn’t help but be endeared by his hopelessness in the mornings.

“Love, my shoulder doesn’t have any ears.”

There was a momentary pause before she felt his lips kiss her neck, warming her, before pulling back, though still hiding from the sun,

“Hmm, I was asking why you are up so early…”

“You only think its early cause you are still asleep. I have a feeling its past the hours you shun.”

Baxter grumbles at that,

“Feel like I could spend the day here, I’ve been run- “a quick pause as Baxter yawned into his pillow before continuing like nothing happened, “-run ragged at work recently.”

The hand that was previously carding through his hair now slowly massaged the back of Baxter’s neck, eliciting a small moan from him as she found the tense muscles that didn’t release even after a night’s rest.

“Well, it is your birthday after all. I do have a few plans set up, but if you want to spend the whole day in bed, I’ll find a way to make it happen.”

At this, Baxter seemingly was able to finally wake, as he pulls back, though not releasing his hold from August, to be able to look down at her properly. He had a surprised look on his face, like he was questioning what he was hearing,

“My birthday?”

Cocking an eyebrow at him, August tried to figure out the reason for his bewilderment before coming up empty handed.

“Yeah, your birthday. 19th May, yeah? That would be today. The day after the 18th?”

Brows furrowing at her cheekiness, Baxter proposed another question,

“Yes but… I’m sorry. I think I’m questioning why you brought it up.”

“You think?”

August couldn’t help the incredulous look appear on her face as Baxter continued to look at her questioning, though there seemed to be a slight blush appearing on the tips of his ears and cheeks. His mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to find the words he wanted to say. Bopping his nose with a finger, August tries not to laugh at his inability to speak,

"Cat got your tongue? Baxter, its your birthday; The best excuse to celebrate you, and you can't get out if it. I don't make the rules."

Blinking at August, Baxter seemed a lost for words before a gentle smile brightens his face, eyes tender as he takes August in, before that seemed too much. Instead he found himself looking over her shoulder instead, fingers playing with a section of her hair.

“It seems like a fox got my tongue instead. I… did not expect you to remember, as silly as that sounds. I haven’t really celebrated my birthday these past few years and admittedly, it slipped my mind.”

August would be lying if she said she was surprised at that confession. For so long, Baxter hid himself away from everyone, not letting people in that, of course, the one day that should be about celebrating him would come and go without a thought. However, this was not something she would allow to continue, not for as long as she was around.

Leaning in to bop her nose against Baxter’s,

“Guess that won’t be happening anymore, love. All the big celebrations, and small ones. I won’t let them pass you by anymore. Officially starting today.”

Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, August pulls back, only to push Baxter onto his back, and straddle him. Looking down at him, August couldn’t help but be proud of the surprised blush that now covered Baxter’s face. It was always a novelty to put Baxter on the back foot and take control of the dance they step to.

“Baxter, you mean everything to me. That means that everything that allows me to celebrate you, or with you, become key dates in our lives to spend together; Being happy, content, and hopeful for a bright future that we are always making our way to. Hand in hand.”

She leans down closer to him, hand cupping his cheek again, giving him her most winning and mischievous smile. One she knows he adores,

“And if that means I get to spoil you every so often like today, you best believe I’m going to take advantage of that.”

Dark amber eyes search her mismatch green gold ones, the look of slight embarrassment of his earlier confession making way to hope and love. Hands that had settled on her thighs make their way to her waist, and slowly up August’s back, causing her to lean in further, being almost nose to nose with her sweet lover once again.

“What did I ever do to deserve you darling?”

 Pressing a kiss to his nose August sweetly replies,

“You were yourself. My sweet, darling, monochrome man. You were simply, yourself.”

Wrapping his arms around her back, Baxter finally pulled August flush to him, relishing in the weight of her body pressed against his, and the warmth of her love flowing through him. Chuckling lightly, August adjusts herself to lie more comfortably on him, leaving little kisses on his jaw and cheeks, wherever she could reach at the time. Baxter simply hummed at her tenderness and enjoyed the spoilt treatment he was receiving before he spoke up again,

“Well then darling. I think I might just find a few ways I want to spend my birthday with you.”

“Oh, is that right? Do any of them involve this bed?”

Unable to suppress a snort at that comment, Baxter instead cleared his throat as it escaped him,

“Perhaps a few. Though I think first, I would very much like to start it by staying just like this for a few moments longer.”

“Whatever you want Baxter. This day is yours. All you have to do is let me spoil you. I do have a few plans, but you say the word and I'll cancel them all. I have a whole week to spoil you, those plans can happen later.”

Nuzzling into August’s shoulder, he softly replied,

“As long as I am with you darling. That’s all I truly ask of this day.”

“I am yours Baxter. Always, and forever. Happy Birthday”