#hasgutz

𝐨𝐳 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

@hasgutz​  ❤️ for a starter

There’s a little chime that goes off when Eddie walks through the door to the pet store. He knows Oz has a shift today, and his head’s been... let’s just say not screwed on just right for a while. Looking at some cute little pets and talking to a friendly face will help.

“Oz man!” Eddie shouts with a wide grin as he strolls the length from the door to the counter, which he promptly leans on. “Got any puppies I can pet? It’s that kinda day.”

     ❛           you    don’t    seem      bothered      by    much.           ❜ 

INTIMACY MEMES.

@hasgutz​ asked: Oz is tackle hugging Steve, giving him a big kiss, which subsequently gets his corpse paint on the other… Oops

      𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭, staggering step he takes backwards upon the initial impact of the other. Not having so much to do with his size, but rather being taken off guard by the sudden bombardment of affection. A quick exhale, but before the air could be brought back into his lungs, he was met with a sudden fierceness that left his head spinning as arms wrapped around the other in a tight embrace. To steady himself, but also to hold them, attempting to hold back a smile as lips met his. A moment of bliss, there and gone, and it was only when he pulled away did he process the smeared paint on their lips. That only meant one thing, licking his own lips with a less than pleasant expression from the taste. 

     “It’s.. it’s on me, isn’t it?” 

     Something he should be used to by now- some things would never change. Thumb swipes across his bottom lip, then the back of his hand, a part of him knowing he’d never get it all off. 

             ❛   apparently, its about a 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬.   ❜   she strained between words as she stretched to tuck the upper corners of child’s play poster under the neon light up box frame against the back wall. a bright beacon through the massive panes of glass at roy’s store front in the dwindling hours of night. the creature feature of the week ⁽ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦᶠ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ , ᵉᵃᶜʰ ˢᵗᵃᶠᶠ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ʷᵉᵉᵏˡʸ ˢᵖᵒᵗˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒʷ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ . . . ⁾ is hung crisp and eye catching in its holder, holding onto pride for a moment longer before stepping off the latter until the idea is feasible to hop from the third to last step into the musician’s arms. black lips peeling back to expose the sharp edges of her white teeth, long dark nails running through long locks that scratch at the base of his scalp.  ❛   if i wasn’t wigged out by   𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟  𝑡ℎ𝑒  ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙   they keep locked in that backroom, i’d see if they’re hiding hot - off - the - theater vhs copies in there.   ❜   for all the drew knew behind that dingy dented push door was amalgamation of horrors all its own and while she enjoyed the cold chill down a spine or adrenaline spike from being frightened, this one felt a little too real. 

            ❛   not that i couldn’t use a night out or 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑦 turn into a murderous doll.   ❜