#xblake

[kidcrieswolf]

“Hey! I’ve got that water for you.” Kid announced after using his backside to push through the front doors of the comic shop. He was distracted as always and didn’t have the spare energy to put his unnatural senses to use. Find if Blake was around through scent or sound. Despite it all, Kid was wearing a brave face while hoisting what now could be considered a light case of bottled water onto the front counter before taking a breath and wiping both hands clean over his shirt. The water was part reason why Kid had showed up and the other was to check in on his friend. As he stood in silence, waiting a reply, the facade Joe had been keeping up for everyone started to fade. It was quiet here. No one else entered. In that moment he covered his eyes and turned back toward the 24-pack to silently weep in privacy. What if Lincoln got sick, Bonnie, Blake?

@hellhoundblake

[kidcrieswolf]

My Valentine || Blake & Kid

@hellhoundblake

“Well anything would sound bad if you say it with that attitude.” Kid laughed while falling back to sit on the couch. The Incredibles film had been set to start playing before Blake arrived so they’d missed a bit due to chatter, Kid had already seen the movie of course and though this was more for Blake’s benefit the young werewolf really didn’t care which direction the early evening went. Paper plate in hand he took a few more bites of his pizza. His first box was already halfway finished, but that didn’t mean much. It was pizza number two that would lead to bragging rights.

[kidcrieswolf]

The Morning

@hellhoundblake

Bingo Task 2 : Confession

“You clean up nice.” Joe chuckled while checking his Tumblr account early that morning. The comic book shop was the best place to retreat to when Kid wanted to have a good start. No distractions and Church of Skatin was right across the street. Lincoln didn’t ask questions as Joe always was the most forward and honest dude. His comic shop visits weren’t every day either. With Blake, you had to have a hunch, there was no promise the older man would turn up on a regular schedule. If Kid couldn’t make it into the store he’d spend the morning at Bean Me Up, but even the cafe was infamous for drawing Kid’s attention somewhere else.

“‘still don’t understand how you can sleep comfortably down there.” He glanced to the side and down where the stray shop owner laid curled up on the floor. Partly hidden beneath the front counter. “Why not get up? I’m lonely.” Smile reaching his thin dark eyes, as usual, Kid sipped the coffee he’d made from the machine set up just behind him. One he’d graciously donated so neither of them would have to go without. “I bought more of that caramel creamer you like. Bagel’s for me, though, don’t worry.” Untouched right now, since Kid had gotten caught up with the blog, and some troubling thoughts he’d had last night. The sort that made his werewolf heat rise.

[kidcrieswolf]

@hellhoundblake

It was Kid’s first time visiting the local aquarium and he was immediately caught off guard by the 1,200,000 gallon tank that stood as a centerpiece for the center. It was a striking cool blue and a variety of fish swam in a spiral at the center, including yellow finned tuna, some breed of minnow, and a few sharks. “Alright... this is my new favorite spot in town. Whoa!”

“It’s like I could walk right inside.”

[kidcrieswolf]

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort FOR BLAKE AND KID

“See? It’s nice.” Kid reassured while fluffing a pillow for himself now that he’d successfully gotten Blake inside the fort and reclined in a semi-laying down position. There were a series of pillows behind the older man which propped him up so he wasn’t entirely flat. Vulnerable.

Joe, on the other hand, didn’t have any trouble with laying any which way and in blanket forts you were guaranteed to be comfortable at any angle. Kid smiled, stared, and admired the white string lights he’d wrapped around. They glowed through the cheap sheet he’d tossed over as a privacy veil. Blake still sat stiff and frowned in his ‘always confused’ manner.

“There’s something wrong with your face.” Blake said and Kid could have gasped.

“Was that a joke?” He scooched closer to the hellhounds side, chuckling, “That sounded a lot like a joke.”

Blake looked Kid up and down, but not the way Kid wished he would, even dreamed he just might one day. The wolf was patient and captured. “No. There really is something wrong with your face.”

Joe breathed out a laugh and ran a hand through his dark hair before getting settled at Blake’s side. “Well that’s alright. I’ve got a case of the too-happies while you have the frumpty-dumpkins.”

“Those aren’t actual medical terms.”

Another snort. “Aren’t you smart?” Joe didn’t take no for an answer. His arm wrung over Blake’s torso and he settled his head just beneath the man’s chest. Pressed a warm cheek against the dark navy shirt. He was comfortable here and he liked Blake’s clean smell.

Joe had almost drifted off to sleep by the time Blake made his first move. At first, Kid feared the man was simply uncomfortable--had been pinned down, but then the grump was shifting further down to lay across the blankets, pillows, and an arm looped around Kid’s waist. Still stiff in its way, but the pair splayed out equally now, and Joe had to keep himself from staring in Blake’s eyes too long. He just smiled and closed his eyes like this. Then they shared a pillow and drifted off to sleep.

@hellhoundblake

[the-maniacmessiah-blog-blog]

thecrazyboys

Abrió los ojos, encontrándose con la molesta luz del día sobre su rostro. Se removió en la cama, encontrándose con que Blake no estaba allí, y entonces recordó que, de hecho, el rubio sí trabajaba. Y con eso, recordó que aún seguía allí, y no sabía qué demonios haría con su vida. Se levantó de la cama y mientras lavaba sus dientes, le envió un mensaje. “Me aburre estar solo en las mañanas, y las tardes. Por cierto, recién me levanto, y tengo hambre, ¿qué hora es?”. Claro, lo hacía simplemente para molestarlo, ya que podría tranquilamente fijarse la hora en el celular, o cualquier otro reloj del departamento de Blake.

[the-maniacmessiah-blog-blog]

thecrazyboys

¿Cuánto tiempo había pasado desde que Mason había cruzado la puerta de aquel bar y se había hundido en botellas de cerveza? Ya ni siquiera estaba realmente consciente de eso, pero… le daba igual realmente. Qué importaba que se estuviera riendo sólo, qué importaba que sus ojos vagaran desconcertados por las pocas personas que se veían alrededor, qué importaba que fuera un completo desastre. Alzó la mano divertido y exclamó, con una sonrisa plantada en los labios. —¡Hey, niño bonito! ¿Por qué no traes tu trasero aquí y me das otra cerveza? —. Sí, le hablaba a aquel rubio que siempre veía en ese bar, y que por lo general era quien tenía que lidiar con el asco de persona que era él, pero qué le importaba, ese niño estaba ahí trabajando, tenía que pagar el precio de soportarlo a él.