another one bites the dust !

KILLIAN BEELZEBUB           "BEZ" HOLMES         t w e n t y - o n e.           LOCAL RADIO                       GHOST.

[bezgoesboo]

leeveit‌:

she would never understand how bez could even stomach to be in the same room as one of ‘em. it tore her up every day to live in this house with bitchy jean but she didn’t have a choice. and she didn’t wanna give up her only home to some evil half-woman. but datin’ one of those monsters… kissin’ em? she couldn’t understand it.

lee pursed her lips, not likin’ the sound of that. “well… we’ll see, huh?” she replied noncommittally. “y’know i worry ‘bout you, bub.”

and she couldn’t help thinkin’ of her daddy. what would he think of his son gettin’ it on with one of them things that killed him? killed them both. but she couldn’t explain any of it without givin’ the whole story away.

she shrugged it off as best she could, changed the subject. “wanna see what i drew today?”

she worries ‘bout him. bez bites the inside of his cheek and sucks on it a little, like he’s afraid of sayin’ what first comes to mind. my boyfriend’s a vampire; ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. he glances to the window and thinks for a bit, like maybe that’ll help. like maybe, even after months, there’s somethin’ he hasn’t thought to say that’ll change how his sis feels about the guy he loves. loves. now that’s a scary thought.

“ haw haw, ”  he says instead, forcin’ a sad type of smile. “ worry ? ‘bout me ?  gotta worry more ‘bout what atrocious cereals mama bear’s been storin’ downstairs. ”  the curly-haired boy pulls a face. “ bran flakes ?  what happened to the cinnacrunch ? ”  bez clucks his tongue. thinkin’ ‘bout cereal almost masks the dread coilin’ up his throat.

“ do i ? ”  he’s already scootin’ forward, a softer smile takin’ hold. lord, if this subject shift ain’t savin’ his sorry ass. “ like y’even gotta ask, lee-lee. let’s see. ”

[bezgoesboo]

ardcntlamia‌:

a pattern comes to light, one they’ve tried time and time again. it’s not like they’re practicin’ abstinence here. but there’s a fire in xander’s touch and the writhing of the man beneath it was only fuel to the flame. his neck straightens and xander resists a soft whine, eyes finally matching his gaze. 

“ study date, huh ? “ he chuckled, a cocky smirk sliding on chapped lips while his hands follow bez’s hips. a soft push, a muffled groan, and xander’s about ready to get out of here. 

rough hands pull him closer, closer, but clothing’s a bitch and xander’s on the brink of becoming a nudity advocate, just so those bastard cloths would never get in his way again. “ yeah, not a big fan of this coat of yours, or those jeans… “ he mumbled, not entirely sure if it was audible. 

he doesn’t even respond, just plants one last kiss on his lips before he pushes him back, already turning around and waiting for him to hop on. he was as impatient as a child, and he was tired of waiting. 

bez catches xander’s lil’ diss but he doesn’t mind –– right ‘bout now, he’s thinkin’ maybe fabric’s becomin’ an enemy of the state. if they weren’t in such a damned public place, he’d engage in some quality vigilante justice. free the hostage. 

“ bet the floor will be, ” he quips back with a nip to his bottom lip and a light waggle to his brow. when xander turns, he takes a couple beats to admire the view. yeah, yeah, sue ‘im.

“ looks like i’m on top, eh ? ”  without those tantalizing eyes on him, bez’s quick wit bounces back –– he’s still smirkin’ to himself as he loops his arms ‘round his man and leaps up so his long legs can do the same. before better judgment can stop him, bez is dippin’ his head low into the crook of xander’s neck, just to the side of his collarbone, trailin’ kisses ‘n breath ‘n teeth.

he’s got alabaster skin latched ‘tween his lips ‘n he’s just about to suck enough to leave a mark, low hum vibrating against his ribs, when ––

“ wh–– oof. ” 

he’s on the ground. stunned. ‘cause it’s like.... it’s like his own hands just fuckin’... dissolved for a second. so bez sits there, heaped limbs and rosed cheeks, blinkin’ up at xander like he doesn’t know what hit him. stars in his eyes, for more reasons than one.

[bezgoesboo]

leeveit‌:

he’s all smiley and sweet and the same old bez she’s always known and she can’t stay mad at him—especially when she got so close to losin’ him for good. her family. 

but then he made a gross joke and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. “gross, bez, stoppit,” she insisted, leaning and shuddering the thought away. she did not want to think about her little brother in bed. especially with xander.

“what? no. nuthin’s off with me.” she shook her head, subconsciously avoiding his gaze. “i mean, y’know how i feel about him. but you’re happy, so…”

y’know, in an ideal world, maybe lee ‘n xan would get along. but from the moment lee caught him sneakin’ in through bez’s window, well... that deal was sealed. ‘n bez can’t do a thing about it now, except hope one day lee’ll see how different his boyfriend is from her idea of supernaturals.

“ yeah, yeah, i know –– ”  he should really just leave it. but bez has never been one to mince his words.

“ i just kinda wish you'd give him a shot, lee-lee. i mean... ” bez shrugs. looks at the bedspread and pulls a tiny string he’s got pinched between forefinger and thumb. “ he ain’t goin’ anywhere. ”  bez bites his lip. feels compelled to qualify that, to avoid jinxin’ it.

“ not for a while, i... hope. ”

[bezgoesboo]

drvgcnwcrricr‌:

“ cheater ? man, if you pull that card again imma have to throw you out. “ a slight eye roll but in all her glory, maya was enjoying this. after a long shift dealing with brats who’s moms always want their money back, this was the perfect way to end her day. playin’ pinball with bez until he gets too tired of her beating him. or, until he finally wins a game.

“ yeah, yeah, fuck you too. it’s already eleven, you gonna keep me hostage here all night ? kinda got a hot babe waiting on me at home. “ she sends a wink, rolling up her own right middle finger, her tongue poking out between her teeth. when he finally steps aside, a mock groan escapes her lips. 

“ all right, one more game. but after this, either accept defeat or lock up when you’re done. “ her eyes narrow, but soon they’re right on the machine, focused and ready to beat yet another high score. 

“ hostage ? ”  bez laughs and leans back against one of the unused pinball machines, crossing one ankle over the other. the picture of ease. ‘cause y’know what ?  tonight was intentional. yeah. he threw this competition on purpose, so maya’d have somethin’ to phone home about. ( and, in his humble experience, pinball wizards almost always get laid. ) 

“ your faith in my human ability to subdue is flattering, if undeserved. ”  he shakes his head, lips pullin’ into a knowing smirk at the mention of her hot babe at home.  “ hey, y’can run on home ‘n bone any time. just know, if it’s before this game ends ?  that would be an automatic forfeit. ”  he raises his hands like the rules ain’t his own doin’.

and then she’s off, fast fingers ‘n dartin’ eyes –– and hoo boy, that score keeps hikin’. bez pushes off his current machine-prop ‘n gravitates closer, eyes wide. “ fuck. me. ”  he’s torn ‘tween sabotagin’ her flawless game or lettin’ her have it. 

“ you sure you ain’t usin’ some wack wonk shit to enhance your game ?  steroids ?  meth ?  fire power ? ”   he’s kiddin’. maybe.

[bezgoesboo]

leeveit‌:

she gave him a look, the kind that said i’m right and you know it. he didn’t know they were really just… statin’ a fact. how could he? but it made her think, what if somebody else told him? he’d hate her for keepin’ it from him. but she couldn’t live without him. that week she didn’t have him around almost killed her too.

dean could say for sure. he was the one who made her change and eat and remember she was still alive.

she scoffed. she wasn’t exactly a fan of xander. “so long as he doesn’t bite you.”

bez knows that look. knows it real well. he just chooses to pretend he doesn’t see it, ‘cause he’s got a feelin’ if he chips away at that paint ?   there’s no tellin’ what kind of lecture’s on the other side. so he just props his chin on his knees and smiles up at his sis, real sweet. 

“ oh, you ‘n i both know he does. ”  cue a brow waggle. bez’s tongue pokes out, just barely, between his teeth.

but that cheeky lil expression can’t last, not with lee still lookin’ at him like that. bez bites the inside of his cheek for a sec ‘n tugs.

“ that what’s so off ‘bout you lately ?  xan ? ”  s’no mystery lee ain’t his biggest fan, but he’s never been the source of so many long faces before.

[bezgoesboo]

ardcntlamia‌:

xander wasn’t one to put his relationship on display, open and unfolded for all the world to see — but when he touched, kissed, breathed bez in, all he wanted was him. his concerns fly out the window and only one thought remained within a hollow mind. him. 

their lips part and bez’s first instinct is to breathe, but xander trails his lips down the other’s jaw, soft kisses and gentle love bites peppered across the exposed skin. fingers sliding through his belt loops as he attempted a series of tugs, trying any angle possible to pull him closer. teeth drag across his collarbones as the other goes to speak. 

a raspy chuckle hums against bez’s skin, finally pulling back to gaze into breathtaking blue eyes. they always caught him off guard, even at that first meeting. he had lost himself in his eyes and damn near left without the money. “ ahh, a sexy vocab book. perfect. i say, why don’t we head back to your place and get started ? “ teeth poke out to bite on his bottom lip, brows wiggling as his hands drop down to give him a good squeeze on his hips.

yeah, alright, the only thing keepin’ him from jumpin’ his guy’s bones is this open air. so can y’blame him for the way his eyes ignite at xander’s proposition ?  his skin’s still hot to the touch, still tingles where those sweet lips left their mark... bez rights his neck –– didn’t even realize he’d been barin’ it.

“ what’ll we call this then ? ”  he purrs, pushin’ off the wall behind him to press his hips forward, but findin’ no place further they can go. they’re flush together; the problem’s too many clothes. not enough skin. bez licks his lips and peers up at xander through sultry eyes. “ ... a study date ? ”

they should get movin’. right. now. but he also can’t bring himself to end this contact, this constant press, press, pressing nearer, closer, like maybe one second more and their bodies might intertwine.

“ color... me... charmed... ”  bez whispers between sneaky kisses up xander’s cheek to his right ear, catchin’ its lobe between his teeth. gentle bite ‘n tug. his next words dip nice ‘n low.  “ how fast can we go ? ”  he’s not talkin’ just the commute.

[ninenine-brooklyn]

[bezgoesboo]

( @goldeanboy ! )

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leeveit‌:

ac/dc. fadeout. call. lee’s heart sinks, wondering if someone else might ruin this for her. she needs him. her frown intensifies and she crosses her arms, leaning back. “that’s not funny, bub,” she isn’t sure what else to say.

it’s not funny. why’s he so happy about this? he feels sorta famous now? “don’t say that-” she tries to shake off the intensity of it. he wouldn’t understand.

she takes a deep breath and thinks about it like she would have before. and yeah… it is a little funny. “if they do try it, what’re you gonna do about it? lanky bean pole like you.”

“ aw, well, i mean –– y’know. ”  bez brushes crazy curls back from his forehead –– it makes ‘em stick up more, like they’re risin’ in rebuttal. he’s kinda busted. what would he do if someone actually tried t’assassinate him in the night ?

prob’ly kill ‘em with kindness. offer ‘em the cig he’s usually got tucked behind one ear. bez tips his head back, all furrowed brow ‘n pursed lips. really mulls it over. he doesn’t think ‘fore he speaks. just lets the words fly.

“ my guy bites, ”  he settles for, lips formin’ the fondest of grins. “ think maybe i’ll be alright. ”

[bezgoesboo]

leeveit‌:

she likes to see that look on his face. makes her think for a second that he can’t be dead, because he’s tired. ghosts don’t sleep, right?

maybe she should look some stuff up. but she could go to the library anytime—this was time she needed to spend with her little brother. before she lost him for good. ‘cause she knew now, after the fair, after everythin’… someday she’d be alone.

but she plastered on a smile and shifted to give him more room to sit. part of her was scared to touch him—it might give the whole thing away. she raised an eyebrow in concern when he started in on his night and it quickly gave way to a whole faceful of fury. “what? what happened? who called, what’d they say?”

bez scoots closer when lee moves. he can actually feel the sheets against his feet, and thank the fuckin’ higher powers. maybe his and quin’s theory’s wrong. maybe they’re not magnetic or radioactive or... changed. maybe those doors are just... freak doors. maybe they’re alright.

“ okay, so. get this. ”  bez shifts around a bit, crosses his legs so he can face lee ‘n really paint the picture. “ i’m playin’ some solid ac/dc, right ? ”  he spreads his hands and hums; he can still feel the beat in his bones. “ ‘n as i’m doin’ the fadeout, i get a ring. so i pick it up, ‘n this voice goes, real low... ”  he tries to start a few times ‘n fails, ‘cause he can’t stop beaming like a buffoon.

“ yer a dead man, holmes. ”   he’s smilin’ so hard his cheeks hurt. jesus. a death threat. heck, he’s practically the next limbaugh.  “ can y’believe that ?  someone out there, like. wants to kill me. ”  

“ yer a dead man, holmes ! ”  he practically sing-songs, before floppin’ down to lie propped on his elbow. “ a dead man. ”  bez thinks for a sec. pokes lee’s foot with his own stripey sock. 

“ y’think they’d actually try it ? ”  he’s still grinnin’ like a chessy cat.

[bezgoesboo]

drvgcnwcrricr‌:

@bezgoesboo​

“ c’mon, i totally won that one. eight to three is complete destruction, my friend. “ maya snickers, nudging the man as her high score flashes in neon lights. it’d been like this for hours, slow as school nights come to a close. bez was maya’s only form of entertainment — otherwise she’d have gone mad by now. “ i think you owe me five bucks. “

“ in your pretty lil’ cheater ass dreams. ”  bez squints at maya’s high score. he refuses to believe it. absolutely refuses. nope. this universe ain’t right; what’s down is up; she clearly played the system.  so the curly haired boy hunches over the pinball machine and starts tossin’ in tokens for another game. ‘cause he’s the champ and that there is law.

“ ‘n i think i owe you one of these –– ”  he raises his left middle finger over his shoulder, lips pullin’ into a shit-eating grin hidden by his hair. after queuing up the next game, bez stands up straight again and steps aside for sec, offerin’ her the space. 

“ mmkay. y’wanna prove you’re hot shit ? ”  he leans back against the next machine over ‘n crosses his arms with a nod toward the flashing game in front of her. “ do it again, lil miss winner. ”

[bezgoesboo]

ardcntlamia‌:

observance was a consequence of solitude, a lifetime of it packed into an immortal works magic on the spinning world around him. he keeps every detail written down in his mental journal, taking in every aspect of the breathtaking man before him. he’s worked him down to a t, and it scares him half to death. 

two gleamin’ smiles match and xander’s instinct is to throw him on a bed, kiss him ‘til the poor spirit cant breathe. but they’re in public, somewhat with the bustling alleyway, and the social norms weren’t quite accepting of that, so he’s left to pull him close and taught those lips with an inch of breath. 

“ oh yeah ? “ like a deer caught in headlights, this is xander’s favorite form of bez. where there’s nothing holding him back, no sly comment, no radio star act. just beautiful, breathtaking bez. 

just as the last syllable fills the air, xander is crashing wanting lips against a matching pair, pushing the smaller frame against the closest hard surface — this time, it’s a wall. 

the kiss lasts only a few moments, enough to satisfy the hungry vampire, and short enough not to make too large of a scene. “ beddable. gotta add that to my vocab for the day. “

bez near forgets they’re out in the open, vulnerable to judgin’ eyes –– he’s not one to really think ‘bout the complications of offendin’ jesus lord ‘n savior or whatever the hell. pressed back against this wall, his mind careens down one track, and one track only. his hands travel down, down, down, slidin’ into xander’s back pockets to pull him just a lil’ closer. just ‘cause he can.

their lips part and bez is left red-cheeked, rosy-lipped, wanting. it takes him a second to register the newfound space, their restored status as individuals. ‘cause when he’s kissin’ xander, it’s like... it’s like their vertebrae learn how to walk together, like their bodies grow permeable and they can leap into one another’s skin. bez’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, and just that makes him smile –– still tastin’ xander fresh, right there.

“ huh ? ”  bez blinks through mental fog, gazin’ up at xander like he’s just awoken from a thousand-year sleep and he’s been blessed by the most stunning sunrise. “ oh –– ohhhhhh ! ”  and now he’s recovered.

(  those eyes make even bez holmes miss a beat.  ) 

“ betcha we could fill a whole dictionary with these things. ”  any other time, bez might make a dick joke. but right now, his mind’s quiet. satiated. serene. “ have you talkin’ like the next fuckin’ shakespeare soon enough. ”

a pause. a breath. one of bez’s hands trails out of xander’s pocket to trace random patterns along his lower back. maybe letters in cursive. maybe b-e-z-b-e-z-b-e-z spelled out across time.

“ fair is foul, and foul is fair: hey, don’t put that laundry there, ”  he murmurs; poetry, lips barely moving, pupils dilated, reverence sweet on his tongue. like he wrote it himself. like he’s got the bard’s verse down. pat.

[bezgoesboo]

ardcntlamia‌:

fingers twitch in a sudden urge to touch, eyes gazing upon the delay in bez’s movements, that slow grow of his smile. god, if he could just take a look inside that man’s head, all this would be so much easier. that smile does wonders on a wavering mind. 

“ i’ve got my moments. “ short and sweet, but that’s how you react when you’ve got a gleamin’ face right before you. a red tint rises to compliment brown spirals, and if blood was rushin’ through those vein’s xander was sure his cheeks would match. it had only been a few months — it’d been years of loneliness before that — but xander could feel that rush. it was the same adrenaline he felt at the first sip of blood, that warm touch to his frozen frame, that rush in his body. butterflies, dammit. 

“ i’m sure you’ve got a full list, notarized with a soundtrack to boot. “ lips curl into a tight line, teeth peeking out to jab at his bottom lip. those finger’s go tappin’ again as the feel of his shoe sends a jolt through his body. closer, closer, xander can feel the warmth of his breath fanning across his cheeks. bez goes on and all the brood of a man can think is, just fuckin’ kiss me already. 

bez hooks his leg and hands snap in place on his hips, instinct. fingertips dig into his sides as xander chuckles. “ what was that last one ? i like it, come on, say it again. “ he teases, another chuckle tumbling from a now blinding smile. 

he ain’t wrong. and not gonna lie, it’s a little spooky, how quickly xander’s been able to know him. bez has always prided himself on bein’ a mystery. but xander ?  xander cracks his head open like a sunday mornin’ egg. xander scrambles up his thoughts like he’s a fuckin’ teenager again. bez wonders if the vamp can see it –– the way he can’t so much as hint at a smile before bez’s lips follow suit. bez is grateful ears ringin’ is just an old wive’s tale, ‘cause if xander’s ears rung each time bez thought about him ?  oof. the poor guy’d never hear a thing.

“ maybe. ”  he twists his lips together like maybe the spark behind his eyes won’t give him away. bez is used to performin’. he’s no stranger to maskin’ it all. but around xander, he’s barely got the option. his ‘ tactics ’ make saran wrap look hazy.

not that he minds. not that he minds at all. hell, xander’s... xander’s the first person that makes him want to bear it all. to take a pickaxe to his own ribs, make all his innards easier for the taking. bez beams. convinces himself his heart’s skippin’. he’s terrified.

“ mmm, ”   he hums nice ‘n deep, leanin’ into where xander’s fingers press. long arms sling ‘round that beautiful neck. rosy lips part; minty breath carries across the shrinking space between them.

“ beddable, ”  bez all but purrs, long lashes fanning as his gaze flickers from eyes to lips to eyes... to lips...

it’s probably the only kiss facilitated by dimension x in all the world. and lord, do they make it count.

[bezgoesboo]

leeveit‌:

lee was layin’ in bed but she kept lookin’ at the clock, watchin’ it get later and later. waitin’ for bez to show. this was her routine now.

get up in the mornin’ and tell her stepmama off when she tried to make her breakfast. like food could make up for what she’d done to her family.

paint ‘n draw ‘n sketch till the sun went down. maybe dean or georgia or even maya or jules would come check on her. but they were all busy in their own lives too.

and then she’d listen to bez’s voice on the radio, layin’ in bed, and wait for him to come ‘round again. 

and every night she’d start to think that maybe he wasn’t comin’, maybe he was gone for good, and she’d start to get worked up, and then she’d hear him in her doorway and see those dark curls.

“hey, bub.” a real smile lifted her lips. rare nowadays. “wide awake. whatcha up to?”

he’s tired. nah. he’s absolutely zonked. but it’s the good kind, the kind that settles warm in his bones after a long night of fieldin’ calls and head-boppin’ to his favorite jams. the kind that lines his world with cotton ‘n makes it all hit just a bit softer.

lee speaks and bez pushes off the door, paddin’ across the room. about halfway there, he shrugs. “ y’know. chillin’, killin’. ”  he looks at lee as he settles cross-legged at the foot of her bed, ‘n thinks to himself out of every sorry soul in this dusty ass world, this is the one he’d die for. hell, he’d jump at the chance.

“ speakin’ of killin’... ”  bez trails light fingertips along the bedspread in little zigzags, lookin’ down. a relieved sigh slips past his lips –– the fabric indents as he goes. “ got my first death threat t’night. ”  and then he’s beamin’ at his sister like he’s stolen earl’s entire stock of scratch-offs and scratched a winner. every single one. “ you’re lookin’ at the face of notoriety. fame’s casserole-cookin’ neighbor. how ‘bout that. ”

[bezgoesboo]

ardcntlamia‌:

word after word, there was nothing xander could do to break the trance bez had over him. even from that first deal, one curly-haired dipshit had weaved his way into xander’s mind and he was hopeless to defend himself. those silly little sarcastic comebacks and cocky smirk had him hooked, right from the start. 

even now, as bez is going on about his day, xan can’t look away. it’s rude to stare, he’s heard it since birth, but damn. the view is too good. 

a soft chuckle emerges as hazel eyes catch his gaze. he’d been busted, caught red-handed and puppy-eyed. “ nothin’. just watchin’ you go off into your own world. it’s like you’re up on the stage talkin’ to an audience when you go into a story. kinda cute if that was a word i use. “

be still his heart. locked eyes jolt high-volt sparks up ‘n down his arms, ‘round his sides, and it’s electrifyin’. so much so that bez stops his tic tac suckin’. his reaction to xander’s word choice is a tad delayed. his breathless smile blooms in stages :  raised brow. widened eyes. then slowly, slowly, upturned lips. this smile, though ?  this smile’s got spark –– and teeth.

“ oh ho ho there, jiffy man, mighty smooth. ”  but the joke doesn’t function as a shrug-off this time. nah, this time bez lets himself sit with it. welcome warmth finds a home on his cheeks and he just keeps... on... smilin’. let’s it settle. xander’s got that effect on him; sue him if he wants to let ‘im know.

“ y’know, if cute ain’t your pick, there’s plenty more. try, like, uh... adorable. ”  bez tips his head to one side, ‘ accidentally ’  knockin’ their shoes together and keepin’ ‘em there. “ sexy... rivetin’. sultry. ”  he’s beamin’ now. hookin’ one of his legs behind xander’s for good measure as he leans in real close. “ beddable. ”  a quiet click sounds as bez pushes his tic tac around with his tongue. 

“ –– heard that one on some old ep of ‘mension x . ”

[bezgoesboo]

dvchnnes‌:

georgia nearly jumped out of her own skin,dropping the candy and grabbing her chest. “jesus fuck bez! you almost gave me a goddamn heart attack! you can’t just- ” she reached out to smack him in the shoulder but decided against it in fear her hand would go through him. she still couldn’t believe bez was a ghost. if lee hadn’t warned her, she would’ve freaked out the first time she saw him. but surprisingly, it wasn’t the weirdest thing she’d seen in letum.

she tucked a stray chunk of hair behind her ear. “you know, i don’t shop for just me, buttface. not my fault teejay has some less than favorable candy choices.”

georgia vaults practically a mile high, ‘n bez cackles. “ jeez-us, lil miss jumpy. ”  come to think of it, everyone’s been mighty jumpy these days... bez doesn’t think any more of it –– he’s pleased at the idea he’s got some major stealth. at buttface, he just beams.

“ m‘kay. say it however y’like, but you’re at just as much fault for bein’ the hand that feeds. how’s it feel bein’ a shit dealer ? ” the curly-haired boy squints at the candy lyin’ on dirty tile before bendin’ down to retrieve the atrocity. his fingers close ‘round plastic, he can feel it, but when he stands ?  the bugger’s still on the fuckin’ ground.

“ huh... ”  bez clears his throat. he’s startin’ to buy into quincy’s magnetic theory after all.  that damned yellow wrapper smirks up at him. stupid blue letterin’. stupid candy choice. 

“ heh. tricky. y’know. ” he cards a hand through his hair and gestures toward the chocolate-peanut-butter bar. “ butterfingers. ” 

[bezgoesboo]

quixoticquincy‌:

quin blinked a little at bez for a long moment, brows lifted as he slurped the shake. it did fascinate him a little how much he could guzzle before pulling away, looking a little dazed. but then he waited. with his breath caught in his throat as it looked like the other had an idea. he was willing to take any ideas at this point, especially if it enlightened him to the weird predicament they were in. 

“okay, shoot. fill me in.” he nodded, moving so he was facing him a little better. he was smiling, nodding and building up to the moment he thought would be a breakthrough. something extraordinary. enlightening. brilliant. and… aliens. “aliens.” he repeated, face dropping and brows furrowing. “i…” huffing out a breath, quin lifted a hand to press to his face and pinch the bridge of his nose. “aliens. somehow i don’t think that’s it, bez. i mean, come on. we would know, surely. or have some kind of… alien contact. what if like… maybe we ate somethin’ radioactive? and we’re uh. magnetic or something?”

the self-amusement in his eyes wilts a bit when quin doesn’t react with quite as much zest. seemed totally viable to him. sound. foolproof. aliens. explains all the weird shit runnin’ around town these days –– ‘specially the folks who keep lookin’ at him on the street like he’s got three heads. 

“ y’mean like... some radioactive doritos or some shit ? ”  bez pauses, tilts his head. really lets that one sink in for sec. “ i’d buy it, i’d buy it, ”  he nods. because, like... science. it’s practically made to explain the unexplainable. 

“ today, i was boardin’ down main, ‘n like. this one car almost plum flipped itself off the damn road. ”  bez slurps; his straw’s got bubbles.  “ car... metal... you, my man, just might be an einstein. ”  he scowls down at his cup ‘n jabs the straw around a bit, breakin’ up what’s left before suckin’ again. there’s nothin’ left. “ must be all them books. ”

[bezgoesboo]

–– @dvchnnes​ !

georgia’s stood in earl’s candy aisle when bez spots her, and he can’t help but scowl at the array of terrible fuckin’ choices in her basket. honestly, he thought he’d taught her better... he mentally tsks tsks his way on over to her, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his denim jacket.

“ oof ! ”  he exclaims right as she makes another selection from the shelves. “ i mean, yikes. i’m judgin’. ”