#guardian;

[epikulupu]

does infinin stand for infinite in nature?

no, it's just the word 'infinite' with a nice suffix. i do understand the confusion though! it has no inherent relation to any gender that is infinite-in-nature, but if you consider it to be infinite-in-nature for yourself, that's okay too!

[eribears-blog]

❅

accidental affection – still accepting

❅: My muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

Erin had never liked animated movies much and when she did it was normally restricted to the likes of Studio Ghibli films. Now those were good. But every now and then something would absolutely enthrall her; and when she fell for a movie, she fell deep. Ian was lucky she liked him so much. Had anybody else asked her to watch a Disney movie she probably would have scoffed, rolled her eyes and said “No.” without a second thought. 

Wall-E she discovered was one of these exceptions. For the first few minutes she’d been bored, horrified by an animated cockroach, and bored again. Not that it was completely the movie’s fault. She’d made it her duty to take over Ian’s couch and with that, his lap. If she was going to be stuck watching this she may as well have been comfortable. But the way he’d rest one hand on her hip and run the other through her hair idly proved to be extremely distracting to the woman. Until it didn’t. She never even noticed it happening but her focus had eventually transitioned from the child-man to the screen in front of her. Everything was just so beautiful! Before she knew it the credits were rolling and her whole body felt light. She couldn’t wait to talk about what they just watched. “Ian-” she started, cutting herself off immediately when she noticed his eyes were closed. How could he fall asleep during this movie!?

She thanked her lucky stars for the man anyways. He was so fricken’ cute. She pulled herself off of him carefully and admired him for a few moments. If she was going to be honest, he looked kind of stupid. He’d been leaning back, slack-jawed and.. is that drool? She had half a mind to take a picture; but she knew he’d get her back in some way worse. She brushed his hair back affectionately and laughed. “You’re not going to remember any of this tch..” She leaned over him and pulled the nearby blanket over them both. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t tired at all, she was comfortable with him. She sighed quietly and guided his head to her lap, successfully placing him where she was moments before. She didn’t even mind the numbness that spread through her legs soon after. Jesus, she thought. The man was out like a light. “Thank you… fool…” She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. Neither of them may have liked sugary things much, but she could get used to this kind of sweet.

[eribears-blog]

☽

accidental affection – still accepting

☽: My muse drunkenly confess feelings to yours

It’s always a fine line between being buzzed and being flat out drunk. At least for Erin it was. One moment she’d feel nothing and the next she was floored. How many times had she been carried home by Ian now? He was such a good guy, coming to pick her up. He hadn’t even questioned her like everyone else would’ve. She raised her blurry hands out in front of her, prepping to do the math. 1…2…1… 3? Blank. She could count about as well as she could she see right now. She didn’t have much that night, but she also hadn’t slept in about 2 days. Toxic mix. She rested her eyes for a moment, Ian was so warm…

“Erin.” She heard her name and opened her eyes, surprised to see they were both already in her loft. “How did you…?” She shook her head slowly and squirmed, moving to get out of his arms. She stumbled, he steadied her; holding her upright. Erin kicked off her shoes and headed straight to the “L” shaped couch, tugging Ian behind. She lead him to the sofa, but he wouldn’t budge, hesitation clearly written all over his face. You didn’t have to be sober to understand why he was worried. “I’m not asking for us to do anything like the other nights…” No those were different, when both of them were inebriated. She pulled on his arm again, staring in his eyes stubbornly. “Ian!” Just stay the night and fucking cuddle me for once! “Please.” Her voice lowered, pleading. Erin was no beggar, but she didn’t want him to leave. There was no way she could handle it, she didn’t want that gross hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chin, silently watching him. Clearly, he was going through some internal struggle. She buried her head between her knees, feeling guilt for calling him in the first place. He was too good for her. He was too nice to even turn her down properly. The next thing she knew tears were slipping out, her fists squeezed. She was so stupid to drag him into this. 

“You know, I hate it when you leave…“ She mumbled, her voice cracking. “I don’t know when it happened but..” She knew if she didn’t stop now, she was putting him at risk to her drunken babble. But the alcohol flowing through her reminded her that she just absolutely did not care anymore. What did she have to lose? She wiped her eyes, and raised her gaze to his own. ”I really like you Ian. I really fucking like you. More than just hanging out, more than when we drink or the.. after drinking.. activities..” Her lip was trembling, she hadn’t felt this nervous or hazy in a long time. “I want to be with you all the time and get to know you and your son, I want to be in your life..” She pushed her hair back and looked up to the ceiling, inhaling shakily. “I want you to be there when I wake up in the morning, at least every now and then. I want to kiss you all the goddamn time, and I’m sorry I called you. I just.. I wanted to see you, I…“ She sunk back against the couch, arms crossed above her eyes. “I should probably shut up and sleep.. You should forget all of this.”

[eribears-blog]

✿

send me a ✿ for a kiss! – no longer accepting.Generated; 3: back kiss

The air seemed ridiculouslyhot that night, causing Erin to stir out of her deep sleep. Or maybe it wasbecause she hadn’t been used to sharing a bed with someone in so long. She wasn’tsure and wasn’t about to go digging for any answers. All she knew was that itwas late and that despite the heat, she was incredibly happy. She inhaledslowly, enjoying the smell of cologne that tickled her nose and opened hereyes, allowing them to adjust to the dark room. There was just enough lightfiltering in to see the outline of Ian’s face, so close to her own that their breathnearly mingled.He was lying on his stomach, spread out comfortably with her bare chest pinnedbeneath his arm. She didn’t move and simply appreciated the body tangled withher own. Some part of this was still so surreal to her. She felt lucky eventhough she was fully aware that this was potentially only a short term fling. Erin had wanted a night like this with Ian for a long time though. She would neveradmit it to his face, but she was doubtful he’d ever ask. She never had actuallythought she’d be the one lying there with him. She leaned forward and gentlykissed his shoulder blade, his skin cool against her lips. Why does he still look so attractive all messy? She huffed internally and trailedher fingers along the dip in his spine. There was something about the way healways made her laugh, or the way he spoke so passionately about the things heloved that continued to draw her in. He was incredibly kind, talented and sharptongued. There was a list of admirable traits she could’ve gone on about. Shebit her lip, trying to suppress her smile as he mumbled some sort of unintelligiblenonsense in his sleep. Her thoughts flashed back to earlier, memories of thenight they shared. Yes, he had quitethe tongue on him she had learned. He stirred again as if he had heard herthoughts, sleepy eyes momentarily gazing at her own. “Go back to sleep Ian...” Shewhispered quietly into his skin. He grunted and rolled onto his side, allowingher to nuzzle against him as he tightened his hold around her. She couldn’thold back her affection and picked up the trail where it had left off. Periodicallyplanting kisses along his side until she felt the gentle tug of sleep wigglingher way. She closed her eyes and let it take her, hoping she’d wake up to amorning as equally beautiful.

[eribears-blog]

"I need you to buy me a pregnancy test."

I think I need to buy you a drug* test Ian–

[eribears-blog]

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

Erin pushed her hair back and smiled sympathetically at the man sitting across from her. For someone that usually kept himself pretty reserved, this confession was surprising to her. “My my, Ian I never thought I’d hear those words from you,” she chuckled and shifted in her seat. “You know, I can reschedule my appointment if there’s somewhere else you wanted to be though,” She bit her lip and reddened suddenly. Surely he didn’t mean he wanted to spend time with her? Other than the occasional text and meet up in person because of mutual friends, they didn’t really know each other well. Do tattoo artists usually hang out with their clients? “I mean.. I doubt I could provide the cuddles you’re looking for, but I could make a great drinking partner.”