✘Can't Control the Animal Inside

“You know there are at least four blankets  on that bed right?” Peter said teasingly as  he knew she couldn’t sleep without him when she finally was awake - so he tried to stay in bed as long as he could.  “Cmere, cold feet.” he teased as he opened an arm to her, licking over his lips as he watched her figure move closer. 

If you’re interested, please read, if not, carry on.  TLTR: Just be nice and listen to people.  I feel like a lot of people on this site don’t do their homework when it revolves around Drama... Like people forget that there’s two sides of an argument. I understand wanting to be there for your friends and back them up, but flat out dropping someone without even asking them what’s going on is just... cruel.  I’d like to put a friendly reminder that there really is people behind these posts, people with lives, people with creativity, people who come here to be relieved of the lives they live in. I mean sure, there are people here that are flat out trolls, horrible, etc. But that’s completely different from the people who legitimately care. I’ve seen so many friendships fall apart just because they decided to choose sides to make it easier... I know, i’ve done it too. However, i think after this year, everyone needs a new perspective so that we can come together in understanding of different opinions, not bash them because you disagree. Who knows? Some people may even change their minds because of it.  But i’m tired of seeing people leave just because of it... I hope you all understand where this is coming from, but its just... its not right. I’m seeing close friends get hurt, and lost, and losing faith in the fun they had here.  Just... Don’t be an ass okay? Listen. Just fucking listen. 

“Hey there,” Peter glanced over from his  nightly television to see long blonde curls and  sleepy Godfrey Greens. It was about midnight,  couldn’t sleep. He figured she couldn’t either. “You’re up late, you alright?” 

    It was so hard to focus from being intoxicated,     but he looked down to Roman - shard to see     in the darkness but he knew his eyes were on him.                        He felt it in his balls.      “No pussy,” he replied, clearing his throat as he        managed to seat himself onto the bed.     “Just liquor.” He breathed.      “--Just for t’night.” He promised. 

   “You’re new in town.”       Vibrant red hair, slim figure, noticeable.        Definitely a deadly stare, but that didn’t         stop him from trying to gain attention.      “Gotta name?” 

“What’s it look like ’m doing?”  Roman was right, it was unlike him -  there was just a lot on his mind. He  needed to tinker, move, sway, breathe,  get fucking smashed in order to feel  human again.  “’M home.” Drunkenly humming, he stumbled  to the nightstand, nearly tipping the lamp off of it as he set his things down, stumbling as he slipped off his jacket. 

Starter Call !!!! 

       “That’s exactly what I thought.” Peter smirked.                “Either way, what brings you here, Tinker Bell?”