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[savvytav]

Tommy waking Buck slowly on a shared day off.

Tommy trailing his fingers over the lines of the tattoos inked across Buck's skin, running through the soft hair that blankets his strong, pillowy muscles.

Tommy's touch that makes Buck's nose wrinkle as he wakes, hard stomach muscles twitching where they're protected by delicious padding.

Tommy's hand drifting up and up, ghosting over dusky nipples to tilt Buck's chin towards him, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinks sleep away.

Tommy, who sees the way Buck's eyes are already darkened. Who sees the hint of a flush starting at his chest.

Tommy, savouring the hitch in Buck's breath as he leans down and devours him.

Tommy, hand leaving a burning path down from Buck's chin to where he was already hard.

Tommy, taking Buck in hand, silky and dripping already.

Tommy, swallowing the whimpers and groans that he pulls so sweetly as if plucking fresh, sweet fruit from a tree.

Tommy, withdrawing and sliding smoothly down, smirking at Buck's moan at the loss of his touch.

Tommy, looking up from between Buck's spread legs, his eyes blown and mouth parted around a loose smirk.

Tommy, dipping his head down, breath ghosting over Buck's cock, making the younger man shiver.

Tommy, tonguing oh so lightly just at the slick and shiny head, meeting Buck's eyes, his own glinting.

"Let's see what you've got, Baby."

[grandpieblood]

broken

I am broken

I am used. 

I'm outspoken

Im emotionally abused. 

it is my job to mend and fix

which i do well

but my soul is full of metal sticks

guess how far i fell. 

They take me down from the shelf to play

to which 'no' i cannot say

Its all the same

just another little game

but if the game is too long

i begin to loose my song

i turn green with my own poor petty

because i too, just want to be pretty

If i am to mend

and fix whats been lost in a pain like ocean

then why do i defend

can someone fix me, 

who is also broken?

[grandpieblood]

What Are Friends For? a shitty gamtav fic by tumblr user GPB

What are friends for?

Tavros laid in the warm lush grass. Hands folded under his head. He was counting the stars he could see. Making a wish here or there, but he knew that wishes never came true. For anyone. If they did, his real parents had taken him out of foster care, or even cared about him for that matter. If wishes came true, he wouldn't feel so alone in a house full of people. But most of all, if wishes came true...Maybe his friend would be okay.

Thats right. His friend.

He pursed his lips and sat up. He furrowed his brows and took a deep breath. Thinking about his best friend was confusing most of the time. Because he wished he could help his friend. But he couldn't. His friend was a year older than him, making him a legal adult. But tavros still couldn't help him.

He laid back on the grass, sighing loudly and trying to think about other things.

If your wondering why this 17 year old was outside and not in a warm bed? Because the air was warm, it reminded him of when he was with his older brother. His older brother would tell him stories about their father who was in the war. And things were good, his mother was kind, and things couldn't be better.

But then his mother had a melt down. Their father was MIA and they had to be put into foster care. And then they were split up. Tavros hadn't seen rufioh since he was seven years old. Eyes wide and full of hopes and dreams.

Thinking about rufioh stung more than thinking about his friend.

Tavros began to drift into a light sleep, the sounds of grasshoppers and the occasional blink of a firefly keeping him only a bit awake.

He was then jerked awake by the thunking of feet and panting. His eyes snapped open and he was looking straight up into the painted- wait.

His friend wasnt wearing his paint. Why?

He shook his head and blinked. Not only was the paint missing, but he was scared. Shaking and tremmbling, looking aroundf as if he had been followed. Tavros sat upright fast and turned around, getting to his feet.

“Tav, tav things went so bad, im so sorry” What was he even talking about.

“Wha?” Tavros never noticed how drowsy he sounded.

“Tav, we gotta run away, like we talked about ya dig?” He grabbed tavs hand and tugged.

“Why?”

“We just gotta, please tav, please” His friend sounded desperate, and tavros, in his sleepy state, just nodded. Things felt like a dream right now. The lightning bugs becoming more common and tavros felt like they were standing in a gold kingdom. But again, just a dream.

“Gamzee, you have to tell me what happened” Tavros' voice sounded more somber. He never noticed how warm gamzee's hand felt.

He also never noticed that his friend was crying. This made the dreamy state get sucked out of him.

“Gamzee your crying!” He took his hand back and brought them both up to cup his face. He was a few inches taller than gamzee, regardless of their age.

Gamzee said nothing, only sniffled. And upon closer looking, he noticed that there was a bruise forming on his cheek. Tavros instantly knew.

“Gamzee, please, tell me what happened, whats wrong?”

“..I told my dad” He said in a low voice.

Tavros was confused for all of five seconds before realizing what he meant.

He told his father he was gay.

While everyone in the town was pretty open to the whole gay LGBT community. Gamzees father, the pastor, was not.

“What? I-...what did you say to him?” Tavros asked in a calm soothing voice, disregarding the anger that bubbled and clawed at his skin.

His friend bit his lip before speaking, “...I told him I all up and liked you and then he got all sorts of mad tav...and then he told me that-that” He paused to sniffled, “He aint up and got a son” This is when the tears started falling heavier, “Then I told him that ma wouldnt treat me this way, and then he told me 'dont talk about your dead mother that way' then he started swingin” He calmed himself down by the end of the sentence, his shoulders shaking a bit.

“Gamzee, I told you time and time again if your father puts his ha-” Tavros had to pause.

And think.

“you like me?” He took a step back from gamzee. For a second gamzee look wounded. But then tavros shook his head.

“Gamzee..if...if your serious about running away. I'll go with you.”

If his friend was a cat, he would see his ears perk up.

“But, I pick where were going.”

Gamzee nodded and wiped at his face as tavros continued to speak, “I..I need you to wait here, I need to go get some things from my room, then we can leave, okay?”

Gamzee nodded again and tavros patted his head, “Wait here”

And then he walked past gamzee, down the hill and was out of sight.

After all, it was their special hiding place.

~ * ~ * ~

Tavros returned later with a duffel bag. He opened it up to show gamzee, what was inside. There was a map, clothes, and a wad of money.

“..Tav...whats all this for?”

“Well, uh,” Tavros pulled a letter from his pocket, it was addressed to him, from rufioh.

“I got this letter a few months ago..and...Ive been thinking of going here. To this place. Looking for him” He tucked the letter back into his pocket, “I got money for a bus, some clothes, and a map”

But were they sure that a bus was going to take them all the way to Arizona from florida?

No.

Did they care?

Nah.

But they had eachother.

And hey, what are friends-

Oh, my mistake.

What are boyfriends for?

[grandpieblood]

Red but black

Red but black

Hes loud and angry His anger like a stage five hurricane but you love him. You condemned Your red eyes are always lingering and he looks back but its a glance and at the right moment your both in a trance.

As if everyone around you are gone and the both of you are alone Hes soft when your hands touch his cheek To your surprise, hes a little meek He thinks you'll call him weak

His best friend is always busy and instead of "me and him" it becomes "you and me" The distant honking rings true the boy thinks hes a fool

But hes perfect His soft skin the curve of his face The way he purrs when your honest you could just kiss his face

Its that time again His black eyes meet yours crimson and noir become main and again it becomes a hurricane But this time Instead of one lane Theres two

A magnifigant mix of black and red inbetween kisses words are said His love you are fed You feel undeserving But he proves you wrong.

[grandpieblood]

Peggy

Peggy

(This is for mandy)

They all say your corrupt But they havent seen the chaos truly erupt You lost those who you needed most You burned your wound until it close Your third eye died The same night you last cried You close like a bear trap Hope and love is bullcrap

This is a wasteland You wish to walk on warm sand you want her back but its time to pack pack up the past this life has to last.

You long for her laughter the laugh that would brighten your day The words you could never say "I love you" Although you beg, and try as you may She isnt coming back

Sometimes when you sleep instead of the nightmares creep you hear her laughter again and you almost believe it your going to wake up and she will be laughing with you

But thats the past. Something that never will last. Time to move on. outside its sunny Goodbye, peggy

[grandpieblood]

Anxiety

Anxiety

Have you ever had anxiety? It feels like borderline sobriety From a monthlong high So lost you might cry So you slowly fill to the brim with lies Sayinf that you'll try Soon yourself you will have to rely

They say its a phase But it feels like an endless maze Forcing myself into a daze Have you ever curled up and cried Because saying your okay means you lied Your social life slowly begins to fry Your so afraid so you hide

They all claim to understand But all you have is a messed up think pan They cant comprehend they cannot take something broken and mend

I'm feeling anxious Everyone appears pretentious Your mood is from calm to malicious Snapping like your fifth hour of sobriety This is nothing but anxiety.

[grandpieblood]

Pressure

Pressure:

The pressure is on I sing my song Another tune in history Another stupid backstory I cant keep going This is the ending And if you cant accept me You are the enemy

Its been shambles since they all agreed that you need to be freed from a dog like me Things change Curtains fall This is the ending call

And so I try, and its rough But I know that its not enough So im kicking the bucket The wicked ending being my ticket What was once red is now pale Time for our ship to lower its sails We were a doomed timeline from the start Forgive me for breaking your heart

So the pressure broke me and my heart began to see But its to late This must be fate The scene was carefully set The stage black The pressure caused this final act.