#HNGRHH

[stxrysnow]

warnings. yan!suguru hinted?? mentions of blood.

sick.

you’re going to be sick.

(you’re going to die.)

“s-suguru,” you whisper, your voice coming out barely more than a rasp. a request. a beg. a plea. and for what? to make the bile in your throat stop from rising? to make your heart not thunder against your ribs like it was trying to escape?

(to make him stop?)

“shh,” he coos. coos at you, and you immediately swallow, eyes fluttering close. “it’s okay, sweet bun. i’m right here.”

(but you don’t want him to be.)

warm hands cup your cheeks and you feel like throwing up, eyes still squeezed shut— as if trying to convince yourself that the sickening reality of the situation would obliterate itself if you simply didn’t look.

(suguru thought it was adorable.)

“look at me,” he murmurs, in that same voice again.

you want to cry and wail and scream. he knows what that tone does to you. you shake your head, tears beginning to line your eyelids, threatening to spill over any second.

(not unlike your sanity.)

“no,” you whisper.

(yet you open your eyes anyway.)

you try not to look.

try so hard not to see the way his lips twitch into a smile. that same smile which never quite changes, no matter what you do. it haunts your mind, the way the little specks of blood drip away when his lips upturn.

(and despite yourself, you reach out a hand to wipe them away.)

“there you are,” he says, “my baby.”

“suguru,” you say again, a sob escaping your parted lips, and suguru pulls you in his arms.

you want to pull away.

pull away from the endless cold his hands radiate. pull away from the way he presses his lips against your temple again. pull away from the way he feels so safe, despite the way your heart feels like it’s been stabbed with tiny little pinpricks every time you breathe in his scent.

“shh,” he coos. “i’m here.”

he’s here.

(and oh the way he consumes you whole with his presence.)

[woodrocko]

hngrhh good tomaato suop

[butter3drainbows]

BUTTERED THOUGHTS...

Ok so we had sexy mechanic 1 as Formaggio, now we have sexy mechanic no. 2 be Pesci but like with boats 🥵😩😩 I have zero idea about how a boat/ship works or how to fix em but HUHLAAAAWDDD if I had my beefy veg boi teach me all about them whilst trying to avoid my advances, I will be all ears (and hands😏😏😏) I also see him as a Master craftsman where he'll let me watch him go through the process of cutting down a tree and shaping the raw material into a majestic aquatic vessel. I... hngrhh bb, I will let you hold my hand forever if you made me a handmade boat 🥺

[kaiiikun]

crap.. I think I hear the walls whispering....it whispered something... *freaking out* hnngrrrrhhh... hospitals. why....why.....