I didn’t leave agin guys. I’m just swamped with finals. One more day!
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There is a Light That Never Goes Out
I’m still here!
I’m still here!
I didn’t leave agin guys. I’m just swamped with finals. One more day!
mafiabarbie-deactivated20180513 inquired:
Grabbing Matt's face, he examined it looking for any signs he should be aware of. Then moved down to slip his hands up his shirt, strictly to feel if he has been eating or not. He was slightly slimmer, but wasn't going to press him as soon as he got back. "Let's have fun then?"
Grabbing Matt's face, he examined it looking for any signs he should be aware of. Then moved down to slip his hands up his shirt, strictly to feel if he has been eating or not. He was slightly slimmer, but wasn't going to press him as soon as he got back. "Let's have fun then?"
He rolled his eyes a bit, immediately catching onto Mello’s examination. “I’m okay mom, no worries.” He gave him a reassuring grin before slipping in past him, waving the bottle around. “Let’s get wasted!”
mafiabarbie-deactivated20180513 inquired:
When Matt came to his place, Mello ran and almost knocked him over in a hug. "Where the fuck did you disappear to this time?"
When Matt came to his place, Mello ran and almost knocked him over in a hug. "Where the fuck did you disappear to this time?"
Matt easily lifted him without loosing grip on the bottle clutched in his hand. He gave a small shrug. “Ah, ya know. Here. There. Around. That’s all boring shit though. Ya don’ wanna hear about that.” He set him back down on his feet.
nogreater-blog1 inquired:
Mello smiled and held Matt's face in his hands. Fuck, he was adorable. He held a finger to Matt's lips and got out of the tub so that he could do this right. When he returned, he was holding a small black box. He slid back into the tub and knelt in the water. "Mail Jeevas... my Matty. Will you make me a very, very happy man? Will you stay with me, for the rest of our lives? Will you be my husband?"
Mello smiled and held Matt's face in his hands. Fuck, he was adorable. He held a finger to Matt's lips and got out of the tub so that he could do this right. When he returned, he was holding a small black box. He slid back into the tub and knelt in the water. "Mail Jeevas... my Matty. Will you make me a very, very happy man? Will you stay with me, for the rest of our lives? Will you be my husband?"
Matt smiled softly at him, a few extra tears slipping down his cheeks. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Mello’s, a hand resting against his cheek. “Yes. Absolutely.” He could feel his heart hammering him his chest, he almost felt lightheaded from it. He pressed another kiss to Mello’s lips.
mafiabarbie-deactivated20180513 inquired:
We're only doing my party favors. You bring the bottle.
We're only doing my party favors. You bring the bottle.
Of course. On my way.
nogreater-blog1 inquired:
"Yes, to you. Who else would I ever want to marry?" He gestured toward the bedroom with a smile. "I bought a ring and everything, babe. I just needed to know you weren't opposed to the idea." Rolling over so he was facing Matt, Mello moved between his legs and kissed his jaw lightly. "You're the only person I want."
"Yes, to you. Who else would I ever want to marry?" He gestured toward the bedroom with a smile. "I bought a ring and everything, babe. I just needed to know you weren't opposed to the idea." Rolling over so he was facing Matt, Mello moved between his legs and kissed his jaw lightly. "You're the only person I want."
Matt had promised himself that if this ever did happen he wouldn’t do this, but damn it he was a big baby. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around Mello. He pressed kisses over every spot within his reach. Over Mello’s chest, collar bones, shoulders, neck. “I love you. I love you so much.”
nogreater-blog1 inquired:
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Matt pouted slightly when he felt Mello moving to get up. He looped his arms tighter around his waist and pulled him back down, whining out something that sounded like a no. His eyes lazily blinked open so he could look up at him. “I don’ wanna do anythin’ today.”
starryfisheshasmoved-deactivate inquired:
[text] Mail it's B. What would it take to convince you to let me crash on your couch for about three weeks? [text] I have exactly 13 pesos and a cheese pizza so really I'm relying on goodwill here. [text] Also I'm at the front door and the pizza is getting wet so if you could make this decision soon that would be great.
[text] Mail it's B. What would it take to convince you to let me crash on your couch for about three weeks? [text] I have exactly 13 pesos and a cheese pizza so really I'm relying on goodwill here. [text] Also I'm at the front door and the pizza is getting wet so if you could make this decision soon that would be great.
Matt swung open the door to his small studio and leaned in the doorway, a small smirk of amusement on his lips. “I don’t eat cheese, but I s’pose I’m feelin’ pretty generous.” After a moment he moved out of the way and let B inside. “Ya sleep on the couch and if the police come around I can’t afford to have them search my apartment so I’m sellin’ ya down river. Got it?”
Beyond was glad to be back inside, brightening up instantly. Following Matt over to the cabinet he let out a whistle of approval. “Damn, you’ve got everything,” he said. He pulled out a couple bottles, finding things to mix together. “Go sit down, I’m making you a drink,” he ordered, not paying attention to whether Matt followed his instructions or not. He found a couple glasses and mixed together two amaretto sours. Best to start slow, he figured, especially in Matt’s current state. “Not to brag but this is gonna taste amazing,” he said, handing a glass to the other man and taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “I add more sweet than sour to the mix, you gotta try it.”
Matt wandered over to the couch and flopped down into it lazily, reaching up to pull his goggled down around his neck where they hung loosely. He stared blankly at Beyond’s back as he mixed the drinks. His eyes only shifted when the man began to come over towards the couch, 2 glasses in hand. He sat up a bit straighter as he took the drink. “I always forget ya gotta sweet tooth.” He took a slow sip, nose twitching slightly at the taste. He was never much of a fan of sweet stuff but it wasn’t bad. He eased back into the couch.