#multibg

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  a touch that says ‘kiss me like you mean it’. (kyle @ craig)  ❜   ╱   (  touching tenderly , accepting .  )

Kyle’s fists balling up in the fabric of his shirt, making every effort to deepen their kiss, cause Craig to smile into it, bringing what was a steady rhythm to almost a complete standstill.  And then, he pulls away, in direct defiance of what he knows the other wants, thrilling at the highly probable chance to witness a characteristically huffy and indignant expression.

One of Craig’s hands finds Kyle’s fist, trying to coax it into loosening its obstinate grip, and with his other, he touches an index finger to Kyle’s chin, just under those warm lips that were lighting up his nerves a moment ago.  His eyes shimmer with laughter and a smugness that he knows Kyle loves to hate.

“You’re being real greedy.”

[qweenbeeb]

@multibg

"I mean, I dunno if you can. It said I was complicated for a beginner."

[monmuses]

@multibg continued from here

With visiting Clyde's place and waiting for him, there wasn't much she could do besides wait. She rested on his bed, not wanting to exactly barge into his bathroom while she waited. Though, it was just a little chilly and she had grabbed one of his old jackets, brigning it back to his place to return. She did, in fact, take it a while ago, and brought it back since she had held onto it for a while.

With sitting on the bed, she still had his jacket on to keep her warm, too big to fit her. The sleeves made past her arms and never fit to sit around her wrists. To say she was too small for such a big jacket was correct. It fit past her knees and she only laughed at his response.

"I still had it in my closet! Don't worry, I kept it washed. I, uh... I kind of forgotten about it and still had it without giving it back. I will say, though, it's real cozy. You got some really nice jackets, Clyde!"

Fran could've asked, but how else could she get the best kind? Gently, she pulled off the sleeves and folded the jacket over her arms, putting it next to her. "I could've... but hey, you got the best jackets. I made sure it's not dirty when I brought it back! But besides that, how's the gym been for you?"

[gddmnkickd]

@multibg : headcanon: he ends up taller than kyle by 18

accepted solely bc it'd be absolutely fucking hilarious. he'd use his new height to his advantage so so so much too lmaoooo

[tlacehualli]

☕ bc im a freak abt coffee and love knowing how people drink theirs

ahfkfkdk I respect that. Usually I make a pretty strong coffee, add it to already boiling water, then a couple tablespoons of raw sugar to a mug and yeah. now I want coffee

[stmulnts-a]

@multibg​  :                kenny heard tweek has a dumpy

......................

“What?”

[pinkbcrett]

Wendy : does a romantic gesture

Stan :

[lcstpaths]

@multibg sent : ❝  what can i do to make you more comfortable?  ❞ (from craig @ tweek!)

FOR A MOMENT, TWEEK FLOUNDERS. it's not unusual for him, really - at most questions, he tends to panic and think too much and worry about how he's going to answer, to the point that most people lose interest. he's used to it. but craig is watching him, waiting, patiently, in a way that no one else really does. "th-" he pauses, swallows, and tries again. "cold." tweek is always cold which probably isn't helped by the fact that he never wears a hat or a jacket, much less buttons his shirt properly - and a shiver wracks his body before he clears his throat and continues. "'m cold... g-got a blanket or s-somethin'?"

[infiltracion]

22.     amazon shopping cart.  !!

...ESTABLECIENDO CONEXIÓN, @multibg .

SHOPPING LIST.

like the netflix question im taking this with the context that this is not necessarily amazon, just shopping as a whole. shes not using shit like amazon because thats a paper trail so just like… u kno. shopping list. blah blah semantics.

20ft roll of programmable led strips for whatever fuckin project she’s working on that day. stop with the leds youre a grown woman

wrist splint 

plug in heating pad

a whole bunch of random ass tech parts. e.g. a set of specific stereo knobs or ANOTHER sata drive cable because she keeps losing them for some reason

a corny ass blanket thats got some fake hacker bs on it like. like this. she’d think that shit is so funny while everyones groaning

more eyeshadow she does not need. more lipstick she does NOT NEED. you already have that color, dude. do not order more hair dye???

[prkwrs]

— no effort is made to hide the irritation that flashes through petes eyes, glaring up at the taller before allowing himself to roll his eyes over the dismissal of his concern. accompanied, of course, with a flip of his hair out of his face, and an agitated sort of grunt.

— ❝ don't care . ❞ unfortunately for michael, he won't be getting away with that shit on pete's watch.

— a hand reaches out to wrap around michaels wrist, tugging him forwards and along in pete's wake. there was simply no option given-- if faced with a stand-off, pete would not back down.

— ❝ let me deal with it . ❞

[austerulous]

◈   @multibg clicked ♡ for a smooch.

Night came early, and quickly, the winter sun doused by a dim blaze of opal hues, lilac blending with peach and pale blue. Dressed for the winter festival, Trost glittered in the growing dark. Lanterns of stained glass painted frosted cobblestones with pastel shades, coloured light catching in the needle-point tips of the icicles that clung to eaves. On the air, the scent of warm spice intermingled with the perfume of winter blossoms and pine.

Looking past the food stalls, Marco’s gaze had alighted on the frozen canal, on the skates hung up for hire – all leather straps and keen silver edges, designed to be fastened over the skater’s own footwear. Jean’s protests found no purchase and so, clutching each other’s hands, stumbling and slipping, they spilled out onto the ice. Bolstered by a sense of balance honed by ODM drills, bruised but growing in confidence, they carved silvery tracks into the canal’s frozen surface. Still, they held hands.

Far from the rush of other skaters, in the shadowy periphery where stars burned all the brighter, Marco paused to brush the snowflakes from his friend’s hair. Such a simple gesture – fond, reflexive – yet it gave him pause, stoked some yearning part of him. His hand lingered needlessly, fingertips lost in the soft, ash-brown tide.

“I don’t think we did it right before, you know…” Marco started, cautiously.

He remembered the heat of that room, the emerald glass-glow. The huddled press of cadets, watching with bated breath as the bottle spun. More than anything, he remembered the blush that climbed Jean’s cheeks as Marco had crawled to him undeterred. A fleeting first kiss, tentative but unresisting, shared before an audience who gasped and giggled their disbelief. Marco wondered if it disappointed Jean that the depleted cordial bottle had not chosen Mikasa. Marco wondered if his feelings of boyish affection and attraction went unrequited.

“I want to try again.”

And so he did. With the immeasurable value of their friendship balancing on the tip of his tongue, Marco leaned in, pressing his lips, soft and slow, against Jean’s mouth. No witnesses here, no cause to hurry what should have been savoured from the outset.

[troublcmakcrs]

     @multibg  〢  cont from here .

Craig likes a good house party, with emphasis on ‘good’—he’s been to some total snoozefests in his time.  That doesn’t stop him from accepting invites because he’s been to more decent ones than not, and if it doesn’t end up being his thing, he’s not beholden to anybody, possessing no qualms with dipping early, regardless of who invited him.  This time, it was a guy he met at work the summer after he turned 18, his last year at the amusement park.  It fucking killed him to give that job up, and he spends every day half-tempted to drop out and go back.  But at least something came out of it.

This party is shaping up to be all right.  The music is turned all the way up, granting him the opportunity to be alone in a crowded room, surrounded by people, without being expected to really talk to any of them.  The less he has to think and the less people just sit on the walls all night, the better a party is.

But a flash of red hair and a familiar face draws him away from the crowd, into the kitchen, without a clear goal.  Really, what is his plan here, if it is who he thinks it is—which it turns out to be.  For a guy who spent much of high school trying to wash his hands of South Park and the connections he made there, he is doing a miserable job of it now.

Kyle Broflovski—lives here apparently—his apartment.

“This is your place?” Craig says, then looks up at the kitchen ceiling and whistles as if it’s vaulted and covered in diamonds.  And compared to where he was staying year before last, it might as well be.  “Damn, good for you, man.”  Despite Kyle’s apparent hostility or snippiness or whatever one might call it, Craig’s in good spirits, and he’s not about to let the likes of Kyle change that.

“‘Bout an hour or two,” he confirms, grinning as if something about that timeline amuses him.  “And I haven’t eaten much—not really what I come to these things for.”  And that’s the dead truth, too; Craig Tucker always tells the dead truth.  He’s had a chip or two, but nothing much beyond that, and he hasn’t had much to drink, either, despite being offered on more than one occasion.  “Not hungry.”

He tilts his head and stares at Kyle for another moment, taking in the details of his new appearance—well, new to Craig, probably old news to Broflovski by now.  “You grew your hair out,” he notes, gesturing to the space between his own neck and shoulder.  “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

[monmuses]

🍖 & ☕️ :3

Another Munday Ask Prompt

🍖 What was the last meal you ate? Did you make it?

☕ How do you take your coffee or tea? If you drink neither, what is your morning beverage?

// *i had some snacks in the last hour! didn't make them, but they were cookies and a small bag of cheetos. had to get something while im job hunting for the moment

// *i don't drink either of them! i usually have some water with a few enhancers (pomegrante lemonade or dragon fruit) or some soda! they wake me up pretty easily in the morning when i'm knocked out

[gddmnkickd]

@multibg : 🐤- for kyle

[grimself]

you saved my life… ( from angela <3 )

it's rare that he uses his weaponry against inanimate objects rather than people; forceful as they were, they'd easily torn through the plummeting debris, leaving it up to his gear-clad back to shield the fallen medic from the split remnants. a minuscule task as far as he was concerned—though he supposes that was just as well. it'd been a while since someone had been outright grateful for his actions.

"no problem," he says curtly for lack of better response. ( you're welcome. of course. you've saved many others ); each alternative more awkward than the other. looking out for your comrades in arms is a given. he doesn't garner much from the fact of saving a life itself—even if the acknowledgment settles his rush of adrenaline into a more mellow stream and placates the sense of guilt he'd felt from not arriving on the scene any earlier. "i'll take you back to base." out of place as she seems on the ground, he hoists her up without further ado. "high time to get out of here anyway." ( though he'd be back for sure. tie up loose ends and all. )

[stmulnts-a]

@multibg : 👫 heheeh hoo oheeh kenny

1. when it comes to eating at home, kenny's in charge of meals and tweek's in charge of the deserts. kenny's better at actual lunches/dinners since he's been taking care of his little sister, while tweek's more of a baker than a full fledged chef 2. overnight stays are always either: a) them staying up all night laughing, or b) both of them passed out with their limbs tangled, there is no in-between 3. tweek constantly finds excuses to touch. "your hair's messy." "you have something on your face." "pull your sleeves down, it's cold." kenny likes it but even if he didn't tweek would still do it ngl 4. they absolutely watch cooking/baking competition shows and stuff like kitchen nightmares together. celebrity british bake-off is tweek's favorite (yknow. the one that "started making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit" came from), gordon ramsey spooks him on bad days, too much yelling lol