#fourpointobitch

      “Love, my love –” The adoration spilled from his lips like laughter. He never said it enough, how much he loved her. He promised he wouldn’t be one of those guys who took their girls for granted, but he did. And now, there was no time left for them.

      “It’s not your fault. Okay? It’s not your fault.”

      She’ll have her own demons to face in the days to come, just like he did. He hoped, prayed, that she’ll forgive herself.

      “You need to go,” he whispered. He reached out to take her hand and slid right through it, breaking the illusion that he was anything more than alive. God, he wanted to hold her again.

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy | Accepting

♤: Taking a bath together

Hector takes such pleasure in excess. After his youth had been massacred–shot down by a single bullet–hedonism offered the only lasting solace he could find. It shows now in the way he drinks. In the rails of cocaine, too, snorted euphorically off the crystal coffee table in the den of his loft. The littler things also count, like the silk sheets that grace his bed, or the tailored suits arranged neatly in his closet. His favorite is the claw-foot tub built for two in the master bathroom. God knows he spends more time there, sipping wine and slipping from consciousness, than in any other corner of his lonely life. Of course, company is always welcomed to share the peace.

Tonight’s date lays against him in comfortable quiet, eyes closed with her cheek to his chest. Two emptied glasses sit beside the tub after having put a bottle of vintage Chardonnay to good use. He’d teased her about legality as he’d poured her drink first. She’d teased back with a kiss that made him forget how big a mistake she was. The press warmed him long before they’d stepped into the piping hot bath, tangling together beneath the water, hands wandering to all the wrong places. She’s still so warm now, even as the water chills around their pruning bodies. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, half asleep himself, “you still with me?”

She sighs dreamily, and answers by stroking her nails up the inside of his thigh. He shivers and smiles before he can stave either reflex. His hand dips into the water to catch hers, their fingers intertwining as he lifts it to his lips. 

“No more teasin’,” he speaks against her knuckles, kissing each before guiding her hand to his shoulder. His own sinks back below the bathwater, fingertips gliding over the softened skin of her hip.

ohhhh my god

@fourpointobitch·

If he had to think of how long·his family’s had this store, how many eldest children have walked in to take over, spending a good portion, if not their entire, life inside this building, he still couldn’t find the beginning.

Couldn’t pinpoint the exact year.

And maybe he doesn’t need to, because the magic from the previous people have seeped into the place, making it swimming almost with his vision. Colours he knew couldn’t be created hovered in certain areas, words that sound like wind and taste like a song.

Josh·adores his shop, he adores the gift he’s been given.

And when the door swings open, no bell to be heard, but he knows-- He always knows-- He straightens up. Smooths down his button up and closes the book he was reading. A very old book, with spells he still did not know.

i just- *CUDDLES U BC I CAN* ????? pls hector

MATT PLEASe

send a + for a kiss from matt bc i am thirsty trash

      “You study too much.”

      “There’s no such thing as studying too much, Matt.”

      “There totally is, Em. You, like, could get grey hairs. From the stress. Ulcers, even.”

      The roll of his girlfriend’s eyes was familiar, and Matt could spot the affection in the act. Matt draped his arms around her neck and got to his knees behind where she was sitting at her desk, still tall enough to reach her neck at his size.

      “You need relaxation,” he insisted, swinging her back and forwards just a bit with her trapped between his arms. He smirked, and amended -- “You need distraction.”