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“I’m gonna smooch you and you and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

Cute bear was in sight. Bear gets not one kiss, but multiple kisses all over his face, ultimately ending with a smooch right on the lips. Someone’s happy today.

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imangusdelaney:

“Just any cute bear?”

Angus stepped into their apartment, just to hear Gregg’s demands. Despite his aching body from another tedious day at work, he finds himself smirking at his boyfriend. “Are there like, other cute bears you aren’t telling me about, bug?” He asked playfully, raising and brow and making tracks over to his boyfriend. He puts his arms around Gregg’s collar from behind, and plants a firm, sweet smooch on his head.

“I hope I’m cute enough to give you that.”

“Only you, cap’n!” He says.

It was about time for Angus to get off of work, wasn’t it? Gregg didn’t pay much attention to the time, except for when he was at work. That’s when six couldn’t come fast enough. He hated that job, but if it would get them out of this town, he’d work it. Still in the bear’s hold, he slips around so that they’re facing each other. Then he presses his lips against Angus’, feeling pretty happy about it. That was more the kind of kiss he wanted.

“I love you!”

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imangusdelaney:

To the floor they went, with no struggle on the bear’s end. He had basically stopped fighting at this point, both against himself and the smaller fox before him. His solid, chestnut brown eyes are in view, in all their squinted, half-open glory. He could hardly see anything but a blurry golden form before him, but he didn’t care. He knew it was Gregg, and he trusted Gregg with his whole life. He could be vulnerable in front of this fox, he could pour his heart out and know he wouldn’t be dejected.

Gregg was good.

His tears only seem to come harder with Gregg’s words, his lips quivering as he tried to give a little smile. He started to feel all fluttery inside, his body shivering even though it wasn’t even chilly. Angus trembles at those sweet kisses that Gregg plants on him, his heart practically melting. His guard was shattered, his field down, and he sat at the entire mercy of his beloved boyfriend.

He’s unable to bring himself to speak, his throat only trembling harder as he starts to fight again. He wants to smile, he wants to embrace those sweet words that Gregg always sung. Sweetened notes that never grew old to Angus’ small, eager ears.

“I-It’s not…” Angus’ voice staggered, and he gulped to try and finish the sentence he so desperately wanted to release. “…y-your f-fault, b-bug…” He mumbles those final words. It was true. It wasn’t Gregg’s fault; Gregg didn’t have to do anything. Angus was at fault for the tears he relented to shed. Whether it was because the world hated him or if he was truly a bad person, he didn’t think he’d ever know the answer.

He was about to say something, but then the rubs started. While tears still ran down his face, he practically erupted into purrs as his sweet spot was touched. Gregg always knew how to make him feel better, even if it was the easiest thing to do. Angus didn’t let anyone touch his belly; he always felt insecure about it. But Gregg was the exception; he was always the exception.

Angus finally manages a half-decent smile, trying to rub at his own eyes as his throat releases purrs on it’s own account. “I-I…” He sputtered, sniffling hard as he tried to force himself to calm down enough for his vocal chords to start working again. “Y-you… y-you’re too g-good to me, bug.. I…” He puts his arms around Gregg and pulls him closer, his arms managing to find their way around the obscured, golden blob Gregg was to his shitty eyes.

“I-I love y-you, too.. I… I-I don’t want… w-want you to a-apologize, t-though, c-cause… it’s not… it’s n-never your fault… y-you’re the one that.. like…” He manages to grin a little, even with a few tears still making their way down his now wet face. “M-makes t-things… better. M-makes me… l-like… happy.” He manages to sputter, trying to put on his best smile. But it falters as he speaks again, “I… I-I j-just… c-can I-I go… back there…? T-that one kid… he almost…” Angus stopped. Could he even mention what that one kid had done?

He remembered that one the most of the three. The tallest, buffest and probably oldest of the three. Who had decided to even try and take a swing at Angus with a knife. And yet, the manager had still watched with an emotionless face. Stone-cold, even.

Angus couldn’t help but shudder, tightening his grasp on his boyfriend. He was scared. Petrified. He didn’t want to go back to work again. He was lucky to be without a wound, but next time… he could lose something.

“…c-can I e-even go back, b-bug…? I-I h-have t-to work i-if I w-want us t-to get out of h-here, b-but…” He stammered, trying his hardest to fight off round two of his tears. He rubs at his eyes with almost frustration. God he wanted to leave this town so badly. “…I… I-I’m scared. I-I k-know what they c-could do to me, and I…” He trailed off.

“…I c-can’t do this anymore.”

“It still sucks, man. You don’t deserve that.”

He wanted to fight anyone who so much as looked at Angus the wrong way. He wanted them to hurt. They deserved to hurt if they hurt his boyfriend. He was angry, and he couldn’t even express it. Getting angry wasn’t going to help Angus feel better. It took all of Gregg’s willpower to remain calm in this situation. He had to do it, though. He had to do it for Angus. He had to be someone Angus could cry on. For this bear, he would have done anything and everything.

Purring. Purring was good. Crying was bad. Angus was still crying. Why was Angus still crying? Was that not enough? Something really bad must have happened to shake him up so extremely. Something worse than fat jokes, and homophobic comments. But Gregg didn’t know what it was that was affecting Angus so badly. There was something he wasn’t being told, and it was making him worry. If rubbing Angus’ favorite spot didn’t work, what was going to work? What could he do?

Gregg wasn’t good at comforting. He knew that. He never said the right thing at the right time, which pretty much went for every situation in his life. Always the wrong words.

Gregg’s brows knit together. “What did he do? Did he try to hurt you?” He asks. That was the first thing that came to mind. If someone raised a fist to Angus, there was going to be hell to pay. No one had that option. Not in Possum Springs, not anywhere. If someone raised a fist to Angus, they were going to hurt. Badly. Gregg would see to that personally. He didn’t care what law he may have broken doing it. “Did someone try to punch you? Dude, all I need to know is what they looked like. I’ll make his ass sorry he ever looked at your beautiful face.”

Anger was coursing through Gregg’s veins. Pure anger. He clenched his teeth, and his hands were balled into fists. He was trying to control that anger, but he was finding it extremely difficult to do so. Angus didn’t need to be around an angry fox right now. He needed to be around someone who knew how to comfort people. Unfortunately, that wasn’t Gregg, but Gregg was what Angus got.

Gregg lets out a deep exhale through his nose. “No one’s gonna do anything to you. I’ll hang around when you go to work. I can miss a few days. If anyone looks at you funny they’re gonna be sorry.” He says, as he continues the affections once again. It took some effort to open his palms. He had to do it, for Angus. Everything was about Angus right now. He couldn’t be selfish, no matter how hard it was to fight it. That fight was worth it. Worth it for Angus.

“Let’s play hookie tomorrow. We can ride out to the woods and I don’t know. Do something. Missing one day isn’t gonna kill us. You need a break, dude. A serious one.”

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imangusdelaney:

Angus inhaled sharply through his nose, releasing it in a long sigh as he tried to settle himself. He had to fight back his tears; he didn’t want to put Gregg through this. He knew Gregg wouldn’t turn away, but that didn’t mean the pit of guilt in his stomach didn’t feel deeper each time he had to cry. And he cried a lot more than he’d ever care to admit.

Especially openly.

But here, in their little apartment, it was just the two of them. This is the place where he shed his tears, where he let his emotions overflow and even sometimes overwhelm him. But food was always nearby here, and it felt so much safer. He’d rather be struck dead then be seen crying in public. The humiliation would be too much.

He gave a frail, weak chuckle, a breathy one even. He tried to settle his body, throat trembling as he fought back an onslaught of tears trying to break free. “I, uh… yeah.. three of ‘em, actually. I… uh…” He sniffled hard, trying to fight those tears. But they fought harder for their release then Angus was willing to put up a fight against, so they split from his eyes and rolled down his face. “…I… I almost wanted to leave r-right there… they, uh…”

He chuckled hoarsely, throat trembling. “…t-three guys… t-they, uh… came in to the store… t-they were young, l-like… teenagers, p-probably… they…” He gulped, trying to force down the lump in his throat. He put a hand to his face, trying to hide his tears. “…harassed me. Like… b-bad… f-fat jokes, homophobic n-nonsense… they tried to get at me. O-one e-even… even tried to…” He gulped again, harder this time. His body was quaking. “I… I… h-honestly..” He paused, whole body shuddering now. “…I wanted t-to leave w-work r-right then and there, a-and like… never go back. I-I don’t want… t-they’re gonna come back, t-they know where I am a-and I just… t-the manager wouldn’t d-do a-anything, s-she h-hates me too and I-I c-can’t…”

He was left gasping as his tears stormed down his face. He trembled He couldn’t help it now. Then, Gregg’s hand presses against his face. His body finally seems to calm slightly, his trembles now mere quivers that Gregg could easily feel against his hand. Angus mouth quivers the hardest of all, as he tries not to bawl his eyes out right there. He was still putting up a fight.

But those words… he just melts down. The tears come harder and his fight practically dissipates to nothing. He’s more than welcoming of the hug, and he grasps his boyfriend tightly as he trembles. His tears flow mercilessly, as he shudders wildly. “Y-you’re… t-too good, G-Gregg..” He gives a hoarse, breathy chuckle as he cries, becoming nothing but putty in his boyfriend’s arms.

That made this fox angry. Angus was such a sweetheart, he didn’t deserve this nonsense. He didn’t deserve fat jokes, and he didn’t deserve any homophobic comments. Why couldn’t people see Angus for the awesome guy he was? This wasn’t new. The bear cried so much. It seemed like he hurt so much, and it killed Gregg inside. Of all the people in the world who deserved to hurt, Angus was not one of them. Those homophobic bastards were the people who deserved to hurt. Same for the people who body shamed.

“Come on.” He says, easing himself to the floor, and easing the bear along with him. This was going to be easier if they were sitting down. It broke his heart to hear Angus sobbing like that. It made him want to punch those jerks that harassed him, but he didn’t know anything about them. Really, he wanted to punch the manager of that place for not stepping in to do something about it.

Gregg gently moves the bear’s hands away from his eyes, so that he can look into them. “Listen to me. You are beautiful, even when you cry. I love every part of you.” When Gregg says this, he kisses Angus’ hands. Then he moves his head down, lifting the bear’s shirt and leaving a few sweet kisses on Angus’ soft belly. “I love your body. I don’t think being fat is a bad thing. It looks beautiful on you, so don’t let yourself feel bad about the way you look, okay? You look awesome, just the way you are.”

Gregg takes the bear into his arms again. He leaves kisses on Angus’ tear stained face. “Don’t let assholes ruin you. You’re an awesome person. Like, I can’t think of anyone more awesome than you.” He says. There wasn’t anything Gregg could do about homophobic remarks. He got those too, and they sucked. There wasn’t anything he could really say, so he didn’t try. “I’m sorry.” He says, leaving more kisses on the bear’s face. “I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“You’re really strong, you know? You face that shit every day, and you make it through. It really sucks that people do shit like that to you.” Gregg says, releasing his hold a little. This is so his hands can rub the bear’s soft tummy. He knew Angus loved that. Gentle, comforting rubs. 

“So just cry it all out, okay? I’m right here for you. I love you, Angus.”

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imangusdelaney:

“I know, bug.” Angus mumbles softly, sighing as he leaned back into the plushness of the couch. His back trembled as it ached, and so did his throat for a moment. He tried to suppress those cursed tears, he tried to fight them away or at least hold them off.

He’d never been afraid to be anguished in front of Gregg; he’d probably cried about ten lakes worth of tears on that small, leather-adorned shoulder. But he would never feel any less guilty about it.

He was a crier. He had cried every day every time he heard his mother screaming about some new thing he’d done to tick her off. To push her over her boundaries. Even just existing seemed to have caused her hell. Despite moving on, and despite all the love and compliments Gregg constantly showered him in, he would probably never erase her voice from his mind.

Those nags would continue to echo ceaselessly in his mind, no matter how many good thoughts he tried to combat them with.

He couldn’t fight those tears, and a few leaked from his eyes. He wasn’t hesitant to sweep them from his eyes with his sleeves. He plucked off his glasses and placed them aside, laying back into the couch with an aching back, a trembling throat and teary eyes.

“I… I guess it’s just been a long day.”

Great. Angus was crying.

He didn’t like that. It wasn’t that he had a problem with the bear crying. He would stay with Angus every single time he needed to cry. He would hold him, and to an extent, protect him. He loved him. But it still hurt to have to see Angus hurt this badly. Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what it was. Gregg needed to keep himself calm for this. He had to be someone Angus could cry on.

“Someone make fun of your body again?” He asked. It was the first thing he assumed, given that it was a comment on the bear’s body that brought on these tears. The first thing he does is lift his hand, and wipe away some of those tears. “Your body is great, dude. I love everything about it.” He says. The only thing he could think to do was compliment him. Gregg wasn’t sure what else he could say.

“It’s big, and soft. Awesome to sleep on, and I love smushing my face into it. It’s super cute the way it looks, and you look awesome when you’re showing it off. Don’t let some dumb ass ruin the way you look at yourself.” Gregg says, and then he goes in for a hug. He had to hope that this was enough to help Angus feel better.

“You look amazing, dude. That’s never going to change.”

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“You look great the way you are! I wouldn’t trade the way you look for like, anything!”

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hesmycorner:

“Ha.” He shook his head. “No. Religion seems to divide mostly. ” Angus knew that for a fact. This town had a werid sense of manners. Small town polite was an excuse to say one thing and mean another.

“My brother is still not okay with.. um,us. He keeps asking me if I broke up. ” he said. Why did he say that? It was not like Gregg would need a reason to break up. He was pretty matter of fact about his gayness. Gregg seemed more acceptable to people. But, the moment they started going out together it changed. Angus got dirty looks from females and grandpa’s. It was exhausting.

“It really sucks.” Where was all the peace and love these people preached? That’s all he heard when he was younger, when he was forced to go to church on Sundays. That, and smiting. Lots of smiting.

“Yeah? Well you’re brother can-” Gregg starts, but he immediately cuts himself off. He couldn’t say that. This was still Angus’ family. Really, he didn’t like any of the guy’s family. Feeling a bit protective, he kisses Angus on the nose. He loved him, there was no doubt about that. He’d have done anything for Angus. “Sorry.” Is what he chooses to say. “I dunno about you, but I’m in this for the long haul. I can’t imagine being with anyone else! You’re so awesome in like, every way.” Gregg finally smiles. Thinking about Angus did that to him. “I want you to be happy.”

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“Hey.”

Gregg honestly wasn’t sure if she actually liked him or not. They didn’t really talk to each other. The only time they spent together was at band practice. Gregg was pretty sure Bea and Angus were friends, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get on her good side.

“Wanna do something? You know, just us.”

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“Why do you think people hate us so much? Like, I get religion is a thing and all, but I thought religion was supposed to be about loving people. Not all this hatred.”

He didn’t understand the need for all the bad comments he heard, mostly from older residents of the town. He was pretty sure Angus must have heard the same things sometimes. By now, he was a little numb to all of it. Basically everyone already knew he was gay. It just felt weird that no one wanted to be okay with it.

“I dunno, just seems weird to me. Kinda sucks that people are that closed minded.”

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“I reaaaaally don’t feel like working today.”

He couldn’t blow off work. He’d promised Angus he wouldn’t do that anymore. Right now he’s just sitting at home, dreading the time passing. The clock kept ticking by. He wasn’t happy about it.

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imangusdelaney:

“Don’t be sorry.”

Angus shifted slightly to allow Gregg adequate room, letting his arms find their way around Gregg’s smaller frame. “If anything’s, uh… bothering you. I’m here. Like, I’ll listen. I’m uh, good at that.” Angus suggested in a soft-spoken voice, though his drowsiness was clear.

Now that there was even more warmth enveloping him with Gregg at his side, the urge to close his eyes became stronger. But he’d fight through it. He had to. It was for Gregg, after all.

“You’re like, really tired, huh?”

Gregg says this after rolling over. He was using Angus’s soft belly as a pillow. It was pretty awesome for that. Both of his hands go behind his head and he begins staring at the ceiling. The hug was pretty awesome too. Angus somehow managed to calm him down.

“Anything I can do to help you sleep? Like, I’ll sleep eventually. I feel better now.”

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imangusdelaney:

“It’s like, 4, bug. 4 in the morning.” Angus groggily replies from where he’s flopped on the bed, only being partly conscious. Sure, Gregg was a ball of energy, but usually even he was asleep by now.

“Is something, uh… bothering you?”

“Naw, cap’n.”

Gregg calms down at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. The truth was that he couldn’t sleep. He felt... anxious about something. He just wasn’t sure what that was. Maybe Angus could help calm him down.

Gregg gets into bed, and buries his face in the bear’s stomach. Try to sleep. That’s what he told himself. “Sorry.”

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“I can’t sleep!! Someone keep me company!”

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hesfromsomewhere:

“Oh, dude. Show me!”

It was almost funny that the most entertaining things in this town were things that were dying or dead. Nothing really happened here- and somehow entertainment was literally death.

       “Come on! It’s over here!”

       Gregg starts running. His arms calm down while he runs over to a nearby tree. He doesn’t get very close, he just points to where a mouse can be seen eating some bread off the ground. In the tree, there was a hawk. It was obvious that the creature was eyeing the mouse. 

       “Dude, look in the tree. It’s gonna swoop in like, any minute!”