#712

[graveyardgayme]

WillMack being asked about their first NHL seasons (separately, as individuals) and both immediately including the other in their responses... unbelievably co-dependent boyfriend-coded lmao

[jnhstn]

sharksblr i present to you 1000% self indulgent edit

[textsfromcybertron]

(712): If I don’t get alcohol poisoning tonight I don’t think I ever will.

[saturnsgoldfis]

thinking a lot abt those gay baby sharks

[mothaday]

Getting tagged teamed

[vittass43]

literally mack and will

[the1013file]

[steddieficfind]

hi. sorry i can't remember much of it, basically the adults (Joyce + hopper) don't really trust steve and kind of treat him like shit/give him the cold shoulder treatment/always doubt his intentions but he doesn't fault them, he takes it as a sign that he's still not good enough (as in, hasn't earned forgiveness for all he's done before) and that he still has to improve. i remember Eddie almost tearing his own hair out because he cant stand this treatment and he cant make steve stand its not right to be subjected to it 24/7

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[fyeahvarchie]

CAMILA MENDES as VERONICA LODGE ↳ 7x12 - After The Fall

[nightfallgame]

SHORT — 712 (01)

Originally Written: 07-15-20

Prompt: Imagine that 712 is "discarded" from Blight. He sort of just consigns himself to death, I presume. If you picked him up and began to fuss over him, nursing him back to health and whatnot, what would he do? Is he the kind of "tool" that feels uneasy/uncomfortable when not given orders? Or is he just blankly receiving the attention? How would he react to being treated like a beloved pet? How would he answer questions like, "What do you want for dinner?" Or "What's your favorite color?"

712 lives in a house now. 

Blight discarded him. He failed in a mission. He was hurt. And failure isn't accepted in a place like Blight, so there was no need to keep the one who'd made a mistake around. 

712 had wound up on the streets, alone. He'd sat down beside a dumpster, curled up on himself, and sat there for a good couple of days. It rained a couple of times, and he was cold and uncomfortable, but waiting for someone to find him and kill him seemed like the best option for a lot of reasons. There had to be a lot of people who wanted revenge. 

But you'd found him instead. You'd knelt down in front of him, told him to take your hand, and made him stand up and follow you home. After maybe three days on his own, the orders were a relief. At least he knew what to do now. 

You made him hold your umbrella all the way back to your home. 

Now, 712 lives with you. He has a bed, a room, and 'permission' to do what he sees fit. What 712 deems appropriate is making himself as useful to you as possible. 

He's learned how to do chores. He's still not very good at them— holding a kitchen knife is very different from holding the stabbing kind—, but he's trying his best. He's learned how to cook (sort of), clean (not very well), and do laundry (the machines still confuse him). 

You joke that he's your housewife now. You say that you're always happy to come home to him. 712 never knows how to respond to those things. 

You pet his hair. You bandage his wounds. You look after him in a way that reminds 712 of how regular people are supposed to treat animals that they're fond of. There are lots of times when you call him cute, kiss his forehead, or run your fingers through his hair. The affection makes 712 feel a little bit like he's going to melt, but he thinks he likes it. It's hard to say, when it's something he's never had before. 

When 'liking' things is a concept he's never had before. 

712 cooks you dinner every night. It's always simple food— he doesn't know any better yet—, but you're happy about it nonetheless. You even let him eat as much as he wants of what he makes, which is something taht 712 is very grateful for. 

Tonight, it's macaroni and cheese. He places a bowl of it down in front of you, then a smaller one at his own place, right across from you. You asked him what he wanted for dinner and told him that he could make anything he wanted to. 712 didn't know how to answer that question (want), so you'd chosen for him in the end. 

All he knew is that he wanted something warm. 

"Have you had a good day?" you ask him. 

"There have been no problems," 712 answers. He knows that's not exactly what you're wanting, but good is still something that he struggles to quantify. 

"Mm, that's good. Have you been happy?"

"I... I don't know how to answer that, ma'am."

"That's okay. You don't have to. I'm going to ask you some questions now, okay? You try your best to answer, but if you can't, I won't be mad." You say it easily, like 712 failing is no issue at all. He feels his chest tighten up. 

"Yes, ma'am."

"What's your favorite color?" 

Ah, this kind of question again.

"I don't know, ma'am."

"What food do you like?"

"Warm things, ma'am."

"Are you tired right now?"

"I'm functional, ma'am."

The questions go on for a few minutes. They're all simple. All the kind of things that a person should be able to answer. 712 hates that he's failing you. You're asking him such easy things, and the answers that he can supply are all wrong. 

Even so, you don't get angry with him. You let him give his bad answers the whole time, and just keep asking your questions calmly. By the time you're done, the macaroni is cool enough to eat. You tell 712 to do so, then take a bite of your own food. 712 obeys you. He always eats too fast, like he'll never get more, but you never mind. 

When dinner is done, 712 picks up the dishes and carries them to the sink. He'll wash those in a few minutes. You usually want him to yourself after dinner is done. 

"Come here, Seven," you tell him. 712 shivers at the nickname. 

When he's in the living room, you have him sit on your lap. He's small enough that he fits fairly well, so it's no inconvenience to you. You turn on an episode of the same show that you've watched with him every night since this routine started. 

The show is about how various things are made. The narrator has a calm, recognizable voice. 712 'zones out' to the sound of it combined with your heartbeat by his ear. 

This is... nice. Even he can understand that much. You're warm. Human contact always makes him tense up a bit, but you're easier to deal with than everyone else. He can lay with you and let himself relax, which is a very new thing indeed. You also pet his hair or rub his back more often than not, and that makes him feel even warmer. 

He could fall asleep. That kind of thing is dangerous— or at least, it should be. It never would have been acceptable for him to let his guard down so easily back at Blight. 

But you don't care a bit. You'd be happy if he let himself relax. And making you happy is the most important thing right now. His mission is to be as good for you as he possibly can be. You're the one whose orders he follows now.

[quintesexial]

[graveyardgayme]

corporate needs you to find the difference between these pictures... I've said it before and I'll say it again, the west coast 1634 script goes crazy.

[pokemonfrommemory]

:>

[textsfromcybertron]

(712): Good news, finally found someone who remembers Saturday night. Bad news, everyone in the bar saw your penis.

[daily-gaston]

[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 712/★