#smells-like-trouble

[doyelikehaggis]

28. Feed for the fic-title thing :D good luck with your writing!!

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that! (So, I basically wrote this entire fic since it was a short one anyway, so thank for you requesting this one lmao)

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"I've gotta admit, I used to think I'd enjoy this a lot more."

Matt gives a grim laugh, wincing at the sharp pain that shoots up through his wrist and into his shoulder. Here's hoping that's not a lasting effect or else he's going to have a rough practice tomorrow.

Elena immediately pulls back, making him regret saying anything at all when he sees the look on her face. He knows the look well; he saw that same guilty expression the weeks just before they broke up. He didn't know but he did. At least then, her guilt made sense, though.

"Matt," she starts to say, shaking her head, "I'm so sorr-"

"Hey, hey, it was a joke," he tries to assure her. Instinct has him reaching out to rest a hand on the side of her neck because he knows...

He has to stop himself short, leaving his hand awkwardly between them for a second before he ultimately decides not to cross that line and drops it back to his side. He swallows the lump in his throat but it hasn't budged in about four years, why would it now?

Elena's face drops along with his hand and he feels he might as well have just ripped her heart out with his bare hands. Funny that, how it would be unforgivable if he hurt her like that. But not for them.

She rubs at her face as she turns away from him, dragging her fingers through her hair with a pained expression. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. None of this..."

Matt knows that. Elena knows that. Everyone in the universe knows that their lives were not supposed to end up like this. It has been the only thing he has thought every single morning when he wakes up and every night when he tries to sleep. Except he's not mad about it anymore. What's the point?

Heaving a deep sigh, he gives in this time to his instincts and wraps his arms around her. She leans into him without any hesitation, and so he holds her close to him.

"It's gonna be okay," he quietly promises her even though he doesn't know how that could ever possibly be true when any of the people in his life could kill him on a whim tomorrow and he'd be forgotten about in a week.

That thought stirs something bitter in him and it tries to climb his throat but he forces it back down as Elena turns her body in his arms and presses herself against him, hugging him tightly. She doesn't even fight his unreliable word because she wants it to be true just as much as he does.

He lands a kiss on the top of her head, allowing himself just this one thing. Just this one second where it's just them. No vampires, no werewolves, nothing. Just two people who know each other better than they know themselves at time and don't quite know how to untangle the mess they have made of each other and themselves in the process.

"Come on," he murmurs. "You need to finish feeding. You barely took any, you've gotta be starving."

"But it's hurting you."

"Then just... try a different way or something. Maybe it's because you're new to it. There's gotta be some kind of learning curve, right? Like swimming or football."

Elena lets out the smallest laugh at that. She raises her head to look up at him with a slight smile, then she sighs, glancing uncertainly at his neck. It still sends a cold shiver down his spine to be looked at like that. A bit like how he imagines lions look at deer.

But he knows, deep down, that he would allow himself to be caught if it meant ensuring Elena got to live another day. That's not new. He spent weeks after the first crash wishing he had driven her home instead, or that he hadn't convinced her to go to the party at all. He can't think about the other crash at all.

She gets him to tilt his head a few centimetres back, resting against the wall behind him. Her fingers brush the sensitive skin of his neck, resting at the base of his throat. Then she leans in and slowly sinks her teeth into the soft flesh.

It doesn't hurt. Well, there is a prickle of pain, but then it erupts into something warm and he's not sure it's pain at all anymore. He gasps softly when they get all the way beneath the surface. They're definitely there, he can feel them, but it's not obtrusive like it was before. They're just... there. In his neck.

Elena's hand slides up the other side of his neck to keep him still and stop herself from accidentally slipping either. His eyes flutter closed at the touch.

"That's... yeah, that's a lot better," he breathes out shakily.

A wave of disappointment actually washes over him when she pulls back. There's a trickle of his blood on her lip. His stomach turns inside out. Unfurling. He can't figure out if he's disturbed or...

"Was that enough?" he asks tightly, pressing a hand to the small wound on his neck.

She nods and quickly wipes her mouth, ducking her head as if to stop him from seeing like this. He tries again to swallow but it causes stars to pop up in front of his eyes. Elena gets him to sit down on the bench nearby. She keeps hold of his hand. If she can hear his racing heart (which she probably can), she doesn't say a thing about it.

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[rebloggingrexan]

#the music isn't that bad #you guys are just mean

Mute this. The music is annoying.

Follow @brattylikestoeat for more.

[renjaminnifer]

this thing ^ just farted

[lbhslefttiddie]

immediately she regretted asking

[askthenewritoelder]

Link has incredible skill and power for someone his age. Tulin has definitely been learning a lot from him after they returned. Though I respect his bravery and perseverance, sometimes he pushes it to the point of recklessness. I hope he keeps that in check moving forward, because I fear Tulin might attempt Link’s…unorthodox fighting style. Other than that, I think he’s a great role model for Tulin.

He’s been visiting a lot ever since he came back with that new arm of his. We appreciate his company, and he cooks a lot more for us than we do for him. I don’t find anything particularly odd about Link’s smell unless he’s covered in dirt or blood, but Saki does remind him to keep clean when he sleeps over at our place.

To be honest, I see Link as both a warrior and a son in a way. I don’t want to force him to think I’m his father figure or anything, but I hope he feels comfortable enough to think he’s a part of our family if he wants to be. He practically is, with the number of times he’s helped us out and stayed over.

[comicbookddr]

Evil Benny: Part 2

part 1

[mbavreacts]

"Mine too!!"

[peachcat14]

they call me the seven whisperer

[roycekeaner]

gifed this scene because i love it and they're like the highest quality gifs i've ever made wtf.

all the recordings i have from smells like trouble are surprisingly high quality >_<

[hunysckle]

just devoured this sammich. leftover baby back rib meat, sautéed jalapenos, saurkraut, red onion, and cilantro with mayo and spicy bbq sauce on a ciabatta roll. twas positively scrumptious !!!

[gomzdrawfr]

someone to come back to

[otogariado]

i'm not gonna post the whole scene/sequence so people can watch it for themselves (frieren is being streamed on youtube for free on muse asia, see post content source for link), but i like this so much i HAD to clip it. what they do with the music is peak comedic timing AND we have frieren's classic enthusiastic "oshoooo~" <33

[oaksapling]

Trèssaint 'Trey' Bailey

Ransom's best friend/high school sweetheart/ex for 10 years/then boyfriend again. Very kind, very sweet, usually really calm and easy going. He's a nephilim with a savior complex. Works as a pediatric nurse.

[dandyshucks]

everyone's FOs w their fancy scents and ... honest to god i think Guz just smells like axe or old spice or whatever the fuck HFDSJKL

[bettyweir]

This is legit my favorite part on Anatomy of My Babysitter's a Vampire with Mike Kiss & Tim Burns

[candycryptids]

Nothing better than it being cool enough for me to lay in bed and then slowly wiggle around like a burrowing snake until I am thoroughly wedged in my plush pile like a muffling avalanche