moritartyparty asked: Are you still open to writing something?? because I can never find any good mormor fluff?? (maybe when jim comes back or just day to day fluff??) only if you want to though...
Honey, I’ll never turn down a request for fluffy mormor.
I have two ides, I’ll do one now and another later, kay?
"Are you /kidding/ me? We are /not/ putting Ikea furniture in our house." Jim stood above his sniper, his hands on his hips and glaring over the cheap plastic-y material surrounding his sniper, who was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor.
Sebastian simply shrugged, looking over the pieces in front of him, picking up a few and squinting at the instructions to see which piece it connected to.
"If you don’t like it, you don’t have to watch me put it together." He said as he reached for the bag of screws and the allen wrench, fitting two pieces together and smiling as they stayed together. Jim groaned, moving to sit in front of Sebastian and grabbing a few pieces himself.
"You’ll do it wrong. Let me." Jim said, and Sebastian smiled gently as he watched Jim work.
"Jim. Use the instructions."
"They’re wrong Seb."
"Jim, that piece goes over here."
"Does not. Now be quiet."
"Don’t think I won’t cut your tongue out Sebastian. Now hold it while I work."
Sebastian didn’t say anything after that, watching Jim try and put the cabinet together. It took him almost an hour, but once he was done it…
"Jim, it’s upside-down." He said, tipping his head to the side and looking at the cabinet, but Jim punched him in the arm and shook his head.
"You’re looking at it wrong. It’s perfect." Jim said with a smile, obviously proud of himself, so Sebastian didn’t say anything more. He pressed a kiss to Jim’s lips and nodded, kicking the extra pieces into the box and putting the cabinet against the wall. It still worked, the doors still opened, and it didn’t look like it would fall apart, so it really didn’t matter. Jim liked it and that was important.
"You’re right. It’s perfect."
my headcanon sirius has a magic tattoo of a moon on his upper left shoulder and it changes to match the phase of the moon so he never forgets even in azkaban bye
this is the worst thing to ever happen to me
If I was taken to build a bear on a date and got to make a stuffed animal I’d literally cry tears of happiness
Jim uses sticky notes to write down his ideas. But they’re only scribbles to Sebastian, and even looking at them all day still leaves him baffled to what they mean.
He’ll wake up in the middle of the night and scribble something down, stick the post it to the lamp and then fall back to sleep.
He’ll stop in the middle of cooking dinner to write something down, sticking it to the kitchen cabinets.
He’ll even pause in the shower, stalk through the flat bare naked to write a note and press it somewhere before walking back and finishing his shower.
It’s gotten to the point that Sebastian makes sure there’s a pen and pad of post it’s on every table, counter, and surface in the house, even carrying some in his pockets when they go out.
Years later, after the fall, Sebastian had to take all of the notes off of the walls, and even though he wanted to burn them up, he kept them in a box under the bed. He kept finding them, for a long time after Jim died, pealing them from the inside of the fridge, the underside of the coffee table, even tucked under the mattress.
He didn’t really want to decode them, to have to sit down and stare at Jim’s handwriting all day, but he finally started to. Three years after Jim shot himself, he sat down and figured out what all of these notes were.
"Make breakfast for yourself."
"Johnson’s a twat. Get rid of him before he fucks up."
"Don’t forget to wash behind your ears, you always miss that spot."
"Stop Drinking and smoking. You’ll live longer if you do."
"I did love you Sebastian. And I don’t love anything. You are special."
Fucking Jim. Leaving him little reminders. After Sebastian rubbed the tears out of his eyes, he put all the post its back into the box, sliding them back under his bed and smiling gently. His boss did love him.
When he came out into the living room again, he saw he had missed one note, though he was sure he had them all, and this one wasn’t even in code.
"Did you miss me?"
no no no come to a gay bar in denver with me. much better idea. just run really fast
that sounds much better, I’ll leave right now, be there soon. Get in your car and start it, I’ll be there by the time it heats up.
I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”