#I’m sorry sksjjdjd

[sonderthroughthestreets]

122.

Hi!! Thank you to everyone to who sent me 122 @alwaysin-myhead @franboos (according to you 112 = 122 shshdjkjk ly) and anon!! 🥺💕

This one is kind of sad (yes I gave you all fluff it’s time for the sadness to hit skdjjd) but I promise it’s super soft 🥺🥺🥺 they love each other a lot!

122. “Just relax, I’ll wash your hair”

Dialogue Prompts!

Under the heavy covers of sorrow, chilled and frozen, Sander heard the voices muffle. They carried all the way up the stairs just outside his room and maybe it was easier if he pretended he couldn’t hear them, or if he just closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Maybe if he closed his eyes hard enough he could fall back asleep. But he heard them all the same.

“He’s been like this for a while now. More than normal. I’ve tried to help him get out, but the usual things haven’t worked,” he heard his mother say.

The voice that spoke next shook him to the core. The one that he loved so much.

“I see,” and Sander squeezed his eyes harder. He didn’t want him to see him like this. “Does he want company right now, though?”

Sander dug his face into the pillow. Any day, any other day, he’d be overcome with such bridled joy to see the face he’d memorized like the back of his hand, drew a million times and etched it into the paper, but today, today he couldn’t handle it. Didn’t have the energy.

“Probably not, but I’m pretty sure you’re the only one he can stand right now,” his mother told him.

“I don’t know, I texted him and left him a voice message, and he hasn’t checked either. Which is understandable, but...”

Sander felt like folding into himself now. He wanted to fold and fold like an origami paper, infinitely fold until he disappeared, until he just ceased to exist. It was a horrible thought that crossed his mind, but he wished he didn’t live in this world where he knew his mother and his father, his friends or classmates, where he didn’t know...

If he could take back all the moments with all the people in his life, the good and the bad, he wouldn’t feel like they were too much and he wouldn’t have to deal with it all. Because right now, it was all far too much to deal with. He was tired. Extremely tired. He just wanted to fold and lose himself in unconsciousness.

“You can always try, Robbe. He loves you so much,” his mother’s voice still came through the crack underneath his door.

Then, he heard a muffled breath as footsteps lightly treaded away and the knob creaked as it turned and the door slowly, finally, opened.

He felt him sit on the edge of the bed and the silence was strangely comforting to him. He could maybe go back to sleep like this. He could just drift into his unconsciousness and stay there for days, maybe forever. He could-

“Sander,” he heard him. “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t mean for this question to irritate him, he really didn’t. But it annoyed him because he could see just exactly how he was feeling. And if he had enough energy he’d tell him. He’d tell him he was tired and that he felt heavy. That his limbs felt a heaviness and his brain felt a fuzziness and all he wanted was to just lay there and not do anything.

“I mean that’s a stupid question,” he heard him laugh bitterly and nervously. “But I had to start with something.”

He felt him shift even closer to him and Sander all of a sudden felt very insecure. Because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he’d been in bed for about a month now and all he’d done is sleep and sleep and barely keep his eyes open as his mother fed him soup and bread, crumbs and stains littered across his bedsheets. He hadn’t gotten out for a shower or to change his clothes, either. He’d sweat through the night under the covers, from nightmares or dreams he couldn’t really remember, the residual body odour lingering in the air. He could smell it himself as he lay there for days. But he couldn’t have been bothered to move or do anything about it. He stayed still as he felt the weight of his hand on his shoulder.

“I love you. And I’m gonna love you whether you’re the wonderful, bright and fun, lighthearted and funny Sander I know or you’re the Sander that can’t get out of bed and needs time to let all this pass.”

Sander wasn’t questioning his love until now. Because all of a sudden it felt like he was being dramatic and maybe this was nothing and he was just tired and lazy and he didn’t deserve someone loving him when he’s like this. Maybe he didn’t deserve anything at all.

“That was my voice message by the way. I was just telling you that I loved you. And that we said we’d take this minute by minute and that hasn’t changed.”

Sander listened to him breathe for a few moments. Waited for him to leave him in solitude. But when he felt the weight on the bed lighten, the warmth of his hand gone, he wanted to call out for him, scream his name pained and broken, ‘don’t leave’. His mouth felt heavy too, his tongue stuck on his palate, his jaw unwilling to move. But he mustered up all the energy he could to speak his name, his voice raspy and deep and cracked from being unused.

“Robbe,” he said.

“I’m here,” he replied. “I’m not going anywhere, just closing the door,” he clarified as he quietly shut it. Then, he came to sit next to him again. “What do you want to do this minute?”

He wanted...

He just wanted Robbe.

And Robbe seemed to sense that.

And so it went like that, them going minute my minute.

In this minute, Sander would try to keep his eyes open. He saw Robbe dressed in his dark sweatshirt and jeans.

In this minute, Sander would try to sit up.

In this minute, Sander would try to turn and let his feet touch the cool ground, soothing him almost like a balm. Sometimes it takes him more than a minute.

“I could get some fresh clothes for you,” Robbe said. “You can just change into them if you don’t wanna take a shower.”

Sander slowly nodded, the knot in his throat hard to swallow. Even harder when he knew Robbe was looking at him with warm, patient eyes. He felt him take his hand and kiss it before getting up to open his closet and fish out a grey t-shirt and new sweatpants. Sander gripped the edge of the bed, looking to the side with his jaw clenching.

He couldn’t believe Robbe was the only person that could get him out of this. That he had to come over here and get him out of this. To think that he was forced to come and be some sort of caretaker when his own mother couldn’t even get him out of bed.

But when Robbe had come over with the clothes and his fingers gripped the hem of his shirt taking it off, he felt his limbs give in to it all. He collapsed under his comforting touch, the intimate way he removed his shirt, looping his arm out through one armhole and then the other. Sander weakly took hold of Robbe’s wrist when he went to grab the clean shirt.

“Think I want that shower,” he mumbled.

Robbe nodded, leaving the fabric.

“Do you think a bath would be better?”

“Maybe,” Sander shrugged.

So, he trudged over to the bathroom while Robbe searched for a towel and carried over his clothes for him. Sander let the water run and leaned against the counter, listening to Robbe walking around outside in his room. He wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly but his mind almost felt too numb to pay attention.

Once he was in the water, he still felt a sense of emptiness, like he still couldn’t feel the warmth of it. Not without Robbe. So, he called for him. And Robbe quickly came in, surveying the sight in front of him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sander said softly. “Just...stay with me for a bit.”

So, he did.

Sander let his fingers trail the water, slowly moving his index finger to and fro. Then he sighed a heavy sigh, pulling his legs up to his chest, his chin resting on his knees. The silence was both reassuring and upsetting. Because Sander didn’t have the energy to really talk but he didn’t want it to be like this.

“Talk to me, Robin,” he whispered.

Robbe just crossed his arms as he leaned on the counter now, letting out a chuckling breath.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m not as good as you with talking.”

But he’d left his post at the counter and made his way over to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He ran his fingers through his wet and matted hair, bleached ends but dark roots diverging out.

“Just relax,” Robbe whispered, his voice a caress. “I’ll wash your hair.”

And Sander let him. Let him get the shampoo bottle, the fruity scent tingling his nose, albeit a little harshly, and let him lather up his hair. Robbe was careful not to get the suds in his ear, but gravity wasn’t particularly interested in letting all the soap stay out. So, he took a bit of water and gently cleansed Sander’s ear. Then he grabbed the shower-head and let the water softly trickle onto his head, washing all the shampoo off.

Sander had never felt such relaxation, his soul feeling a satisfying solace as Robbe’s fingernails scraped his scalp. He was so concentrated in the task at hand, careful and attentive. It made Sander’s heart want to burst, his eyes on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry,” he said, barely audible.

“For what?”

“For the fact that you have to come here and take care of me. For me just shutting myself away from everyone, including you. For me bothering you.”

Robbe looked at him like there were many things wrong with those sentences, his eyes glistening in the hazy natural light coming from the window. It tinted the whole bathroom blue, fitting for how Sander felt.

“I don’t have to do anything, Sander,” Robbe said, his voice echoing through the walls. He brushed his wetted hair from his eyes, the water dripping and sliding down his nose and his parted lips. “I’m here because I want to be. And because I love you,” his hand traced his cheeks, thumb brushing over the bone. Sander instantly leaned into his touch.

“I love you,” he whispered back. “So, much,” his voice trembled.

Robbe gained closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, to which Sander deepened breathing him in. Their lips let loose as their foreheads touched, eyes closed.

Sander was starting to feel something like himself again. He wasn’t all the way, but he was getting there, some semblance of rejuvenation. He was grateful to have Robbe help him and to take this minute by minute like he’d said, patient and non-judgmental.

But most of all he was grateful that he was here. Just like he said. That in this universe...

He was staying with him.

[goldenhypen]

me and my friend spontaneously dropped by a kpop store and i impulsively bought manifesto day 1 🤩 i couldn’t help myself sjdjdjdj

[levis-little-nuggie]

Requests are closed! I now have all 5! Thank you all for your requests 💜💜💜💜

Hey there all you cool cats and kittens!

I know my writing has been on haitus, I'm so sorry, it was unplanned and I wasn't expecting to be in a writing funk for so long.

But! Thanks to some amazing friends and rp discord servers, I'm feeling motivated to write and back in the game 😤💜

As a thank you for putting up with me, I'm going to open up requests and take the first 5! I don't want to aim too high and overwhelm myself and get y'alls hopes up.

So, first 5 requests, I'll reblog some prompts here soon. Send me an ask with:

Your choice of brother or Diavolo (I don't write for everyone sksjjdjd I'm sorry 😭)

Preferred pronouns for the reader, or if you'd like me to write in gn, first, second, or third person point of view (I/We vs You/Your vs She/He/They)

SFW or NSFW (if you'd like NSFW, please don't submit anonymously, I will be checking ages if they're on your blogs. I will not write smut for minors)

Preference for fluff, angst, a combo of the two, or another element I know I'm missing...

And a prompt from here, or here, or here 💜💜💜

With love,

Nuggie 💜💜

[your-local-bnha-writer]

being frustrated because my animation software hates me and my search engine is weird for some reason and i dont know how to fix it

sksjjdjd oh nooooo 😣 I’m sorry

[sonderthroughthestreets]

i need more headcanons omg 🥺👉👈 i would die to hear one about them going shopping together!! its such a couple-y domestic thing to do 😭

Hii anon!! Ahh ur so cuteee🥺 I’m running out of headcanons and I actually suck at them but okay so:

(Actually, I wrote this whole thing out and realized you said shopping like clothes or something so skip over them grocery shopping if u want lol)

Whenever Robbe and Sander go grocery shopping, they need to have a list bc otherwise they end up filling the cart to the brim with junk food they don’t need. Sander is always humming Bowie in the aisle and sometimes when they separate to different aisles the way that Robbe will find his way back to Sander is to listen for that humming. Sander always gets really distracted. He goes into an aisle for one thing but before he knows it, he’s making a round around the whole store thinking “oh, maybe we need some bell peppers, and some eggs, oh! Coffee, cant forget coffee” it’s easy to lose him the store sometimes skdjdb

They’re definitely stealing kisses in aisles where nobody’s there and they’ll hold hands when they’re standing in the checkout line. They argue in the aisles about whether they need more chips “we have them at my house Sander” “yeah but it’s half done already” and they’ll have intimate moments where they’re just staring at certain products and trying to decide what to get, so one of them leans over to the others and asks “what do you think? Yeah?” and the other will stare at the product for a bit and then say “hmm, yeah, I think thats good”

When they go shopping together, it’s always for shirts or jeans. Shirts for Sander bc Robbe keeps stealing them and jeans for Robbe bc he ends up ripping them while skateboarding sometimes. They’ll be serious for a bit, walk around holding hands and looking at shirts and jeans and they’ll even make it to the dressing rooms all serious, trying them on and coming out with a “yes? No? ‘Sander I hate this shirt pls take it off right now?”

And Robbe will giggle and say “no I like this shirt. Looks good” and then they’ll get less serious where one of them makes a joke about taking shirts off and they end up making out in the dressing room sksjjdjd

They’ll go record shopping too sometimes, where Sander is enamoured with the tracks and he’s browsing through the albums and Robbe will stand beside him and cling to his arm and melt into the smell of his leather jacket watching him pick something out. Sometimes he’ll put a hand in his back pocket.

“Did you find one you like?” asks Robbe.

“Yeah, I think I did,” says Sander. And Robbe will smile close his eyes slow and cat-like and give him a sweet kiss.

Shoe shopping is a completely different ordeal because all Sander needs are his Docs and his converse. Why go buy more shoes? But every once in a while he’ll try on some black kets for Robbe who says “come on you really need new shoes, you’ve worn out ur converse” bc Sander can’t argue with that, the toes having holes and the edges ripped and shredded. It’s all he wants tho is black and black and black. So robbes the one who always ends up getting white sneakers. They’re brand new for a day before Robbe ends up messing them up and scuffing the ends. Their yin and yang aesthetic still stays in tact tho 😌💫

Okay this was very long I’m so sorry! I don’t even know if this what you meant I hope you like it 🥺🥰💕

[goldenhypen]

I have a math video due tomorrow ugh i dont wanna do thisssssssss

U got any writing ideas i NEED to let it out

ALSO good morning em, how u doing? (hopefully better than i am ehem)

kel !! <3 good morning! i’m doing good! i was at school all day and was rlly tired, but i’m doing good now! i got a nice compliment from my friends earlier today which made me happy hehe. how’s your morning been? ,, besides having to do the math video sksjjdjd which, speaking of, i’m so sorry for you 😭 best of luck on it tho! just listen to enha songs while you work on it or smth. that tends to help me lol

ooh yes yes i have ideas for you omg i feel like i’m being greedy for having you write all these things for me lately skjdjdjd but how about a fic about jealous/protective!jake? him and the reader could be dating already or not, but maybe smth where some other guy hits on you and jake gets all protective. i just rlly love that kind of trope it makes me get butterflies idk sjdjjdj

[sonderthroughthestreets]

Hiii! Will you be posting another prompt today? (P.S I think you are writing them SO WELL!!!)

Hi! IM SO SORRY ANON I didn’t see this I was taking a nap sksjjdjd I’ll try to finish most of them tonight and then I’ll post more tomorrow I don’t really have a schedule for these haha but I’m so glad you’re liking them thank you🥺🥺💕💕