#them ‼️

[dizzy-n-busy]

We love a mildly inconsistent art style

Shaw Pack Shenanigans !!

(All the listener mates still use they/them btw)

Sweetheart and Sam are rich asf I literally do not care what you think /lh

Also Darlin’ stay being pretty, you know the vibes 💪💪

[lotus-pear]

insufferable boyfriends for pride month yw

[machinerot]

alright i couldn't find any posts showing this idle animation and needed it on my blog

[artist-rat]

my sister finished her first bg3 run, here's evil gang reunion photo <333 (withers invented polaroid for the occasion idc)

[strawberri-draws]

She accidentally called her teacher “mom” again 😔

[alexxuun]

I hope they solve my case when I die.

[salad-storm]

The theme of loneliness in mob psycho hits so deeply. Dimple just wanting to be recognised and seen by others. Tome, scared that she's alone on this earth, looking for life in space. Ritsu feeling so left behind by and insignificant next to his brother. Teru, after nearly killing mob, begging him to stay with him because he doesn't want to be the only one with such powers. Toichirou going mad because he's lacking positive human connections. Serizawa scared of hurting others isolating himself completely. Mogami, too, going crazy because of how deeply and utterly lonely and hopeless he is. The entirety of claw, being rejected by society and angry and sad about it. Reigen using and trying to manipulate mob but losing all his positive, deeper connections after it goes sideways, and still pretending to be something he's not because he doesn't want to be rejected or abandoned. And don't even get me started on mob.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Let those old men be GAY.

Right NOW 👇😠

[den-denzz]

Hand placement✨✨✨

[isjasz]

[Day 358]

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[sublimerences]

Lawlight duking it out 💥💥💥

[dizzy-n-busy]

★There's Peace in Submission ★

In other words, Rook is overworked and Auron helps!

{cw: Mildly/unintentionally suggestive(?), non-sexual kneeling, d/s w/ pet mention, Rook behaves pet-like and enjoys it}

I dunno why this thought has plagued me but have it 🔪🔪

• • • ★ • • •

They were overworked.

They knew they would be, with a job like theirs and a Boss like that, it was bound to be straining.

However, it doesn't stop the fact that it's a lot. Yeah, Rook's a good employee who gets work done properly and has higher-ranked levels of experience compared to some of the other new hires, but it's still a lot of work.

Still too many words, too much blue light, too many hand cramps, back pains, repetitive gossiping voices they can just barely hear beyond the clicking of keys which seem endless but never enough.

It was maddening.

So much so that Rook had stood at the printer about 5 minutes after their papers were already printed, thoughts garbled and a migraine buzzing behind the pain killers they'd already taken. They swallow and blink out of their trance, collecting their papers and trudging off to their Boss's office.

They focused on the clicks their shoes made and not the vertigo peeking around the corner - which keeps happening everytime they're up for too long - thinking over their greeting for the red-head. Just a small and simple 'good evening sir, I have all the records you asked for' and they'd be out, filling out the rest of the hours till close with the constant humming overhead lights and blank stare at a screen.

Fun.

Rook eventually sees a shiny, copper colored name tag glimmering on a dark oak door. They straighten their spine as they walk down the hallway to it, barely remembering to knock first.

Knock, Knock...!

Two knuckle taps got a chilled 'come in'.

The doors hinges hardly squeaked due to upkeep but with how overwhelmed Rook's senses were, they were deafening.

Auron sat on the opposite side of the room, half covered by his desk and laptop, writing on a piece of paper with quick glances. Rook swallows down the exhaustion and creaks open their mouth.

" I have the records..."

They flinch at the crackly tone and poor introduction, their throat felt like bleeding from the misuse.

The voice seemed to shock Auron, given how he paused and glanced at who spoke. Behind the expanse of his pupils laid a bleak confusion.

" Rook? " He spoke differently, a bit softer than normal. Despite his gaze being analytical and cold, Rook felt their knees almost go out at the worry flashing in his body language.

They tried to talk again but it seemed fruitless when he beckons them closer, their body moves subconsciously and they feel inclined to shut the door. Auron leans in a bit closer as well, staring into their eyes.

Rook liked Auron's eyes, through the clear glass of the frames perched on his nose bridge did his brown eyes shine; having a wall that always seemed to fall away when they locked eyes. Those same glass framed eyes fitted around Rook's face with assessment.

Auron's lashes fluttered slightly when he did, Rook noted that his bottom ones were always just a tiny bit longer and more pronounced than the thick layer on top. His eyes lid a bit and he leans back in his chair.

" Have you been taking care of yourself, Rook? " The sentence falls slowly, with a drawl of sentiment lagging a bit behind.

Rook creases their brows and almost drops their papers, " why do you ask? "

Auron raises a brow at the distinct lack of his title in their sentence.

" Considering your one of my most prevalent employees, with a very important job, I'd hate it if you started lagging behind due to - " his eyes give them a once over, " - personal issues. "

Rook knaws at their inner cheek, looking down quickly. It was expected of them to behave professionally but they don't even know how to respond without breaking down into frustrated tears.

" Eyes on me. "

It was a familiar sentence, one that was dipped in baritone - one they couldn't disobey.

" Tell me what's wrong, Rook. " His softened brown eyes search theirs for any hints, unknowingly disarming them further with the milk chocolate color, " I want to know if I can help at all. "

Now, Rook has never been particularly shy; if they wanted something, they'd ask - but his question sparked more than just asking for a 5 minute break.

" Can I kneel for you later? "

They kept their voice low, mostly to keep it from crackling again. They stared at Auron who seemed just a bit taken aback, shielded eyes hold a firm gaze. It's too much for Rook, they glanced down.

They've talked about this recently, a random droning conversation a week ago by now; prattling on about anything that came to mind. Rook confessed that they liked kneeling for Auron, not in a sexual way (unless the time calls for it) but a therapeutic way.

They told him how they felt safe and comfortable sitting by legs and placing their head on his knee. He told them that could be arranged whenever they need it, he even bought a pillow on one of their outing trips.

" Why later? "

Their eyes rush back to his just as he throws down something to his side; Auron motions them closer and they follow, legs numb and arms heavy. Crossing the barrier of his desk showed a pillow on the floor, right beside his legs. Rook's eyes flicker to his immediately when he speaks.

" Why not now? " The red-head shifts forward and grabs the records from their hands. His sentence discombobulates them more.

They rush out an anxious explanation, the thoughts they've been having crystalized into words.

" We're still on the clock and I still have more work to do - " They can hardly feel Auron's hands encompass theirs, " - I have to file some extra data and fix a new hires misstep in the system...! "

Their rambling falls short when Auron squeezes their hands. " As far as I'm concerned, you've done all that you were assigned today. "

Rook wants to retort, but they can't. He only scheduled them to do the records today since they completed a large chuck of work yesterday. Their mouth hangs open in a part from lack of response and Auron grins at them.

" And extremely well at that, I can just tell by the papers here that you didn't slack a second on it. "

Rook almost preens at the praise rolling down their spine. Their knees buckle.

" Kneel for me, pet. "

Rook dips to the plush pillow on the floor, one knee after the other; their hands slipping from Auron's to rest on either side of their thighs. They keep their eyes on Auron, finding his head slightly tilted and leaning against his knuckles with his elbow to the glossy surface of the desk.

He taps his leg once with his off hand, the pointer and middle finger skirting the edge of his knee, clad in tailored pants.

It was inviting.

Rook gently lays their head to it, feeling the thoughts slip away. They barely catch Auron ringing up someone.

" Hey, Trish? Cancel everyone whose supposed give me their work in person, I have important business to do. "

And they sat there for hours as Auron looked through their work they'd given him. Loving the dull ache in their knees and the smooth fabric against their cheek. Auron had started playing some random instrumental music, saying it helped him concentrate.

Rook knew it was for them but they didn't bother saying anything about it, they don't even think they can talk right now.

Auron shifts back in his chair and gazes at the darkening sky from the big glass windows. He sighs contently and looks down to Rook sitting still and relaxed by his leg.

He can see that their mouth is slightly open and their eyes are damn near closed, he places a hand in their hair, " Rook - "

He gets cut short when their head follows his hand, leaning into the delicate touch and now showing their face to him from the crane in their neck.

Their eyes fluttering and rolling to a close, a catch in their breath - dissimilar to a pant - brushes against his inner arm which they lean their cheek to; their skin warm and soft against his pulse.

Auron smiles, seeing them far more relaxed and calm then they were when they first arrived. He moves his hand to coddle their cheek, making their eyes open blearily, the color almost completely black from the expanse of their pupils.

" Let's go home, Rook. "

• • • ★ • • •

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[officialmiintee]

put pasilyo on repeat, we’re yearning today

[tendermiasma]

just opened my dash to this one and oh boy

[sparklingpax]

their very noticeable height difference. btw. if you even care