#but will be going elsewhere for hair cuts. so fucking mad ugH

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[obxhoe]

Leather and Lace || Rudy Pankow {1}

Lovers forever face to face My city your mountains Stay with me stay I need you to love me I need you today Give to me your leather Take from me my lace

(eek i’m nervous about this. hope y’all enjoy. message me if you wanna be on my taglist!)

CHAPTER ONE

ZOE’S POV:

Sophie’s alarm clock is blaring yet again after the third time she had snoozed it this morning. I can hear it in my bedroom… across the freaking hallway. I pad into her room,

“Soph.” No response. “Soph!” I whisper-yell. “Sophie!!!” She jolts up, ripping her eye mask off.

“I’m up. I’m up.” 

“I’m leaving in 20 minutes for class, I won’t be home until at least 11 tonight, I told Liv I would have dinner and a wine night at her place.”

“I’m probably sleeping at Aaron’s tonight so…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Aaron is this new guy she met over Bumble and the two of them have been seeing each other every day since their first date 3 weeks ago.

“Alright well have fun and try not to do anything dumb”

“You know I always do” I laugh and shut her door, walking to my vanity to quickly put on some makeup and grab my stuff. 

I’m about a quarter way through my senior year at NYU, and about a quarter away from an existential crisis. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Basically every single one of my friends have boyfriends and they talk about marriage and babies and all that shit. And it’s cute. But I’m fine on my own. My last boyfriend Peter always had me feeling suffocated. The constant “Babe” and “Baby”. The obligation of having to FaceTime someone all the time. Having to be around someone every minute of every day. I was exhausted all the time. Currently, I’m an international business major with a minor in accounting. Taking a full course load, and working a part time job in an accounting firm on top of that. I don’t exactly have time for anything else. 

I check the time and see that I’m running 5 minutes late. I slip on mom jeans, a giant t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago and run out the door. The walk to school is always my favorite part of the day. The West Village was my dream neighborhood to live in and once I saved up enough money from working throughout school, I finally was able to rent a tiny two bedroom apartment. I mindlessly scroll through social media as I speed walk to “campus”, it’s really just a few buildings in the city, there’s no open space or anything. Unless you count Washington Square Park. I pass the West 4th street subway station and my phone fumbles out of my hand as a result of someone walking straight into me.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I say grabbing my phone and seeing the screen cracked. This is not exactly what I need at this moment.

“I am so sorry” I hear a voice above me, “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling. Oh my god!” He sees my phone. “I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.”

“Ok chill for a sec dude” I stand up brushing my hair out of my eyes. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.”

“Oh you’re not mad. I thought most people who live here have a stick up their ass all the time” He says, and I finally look up at his face. Those eyes, those fucking eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I realize I’m staring at him. Something about him looks or feels familiar but I can’t place my finger on it.

“Uh yeah most people are like that.”

“So are you not from here?” He asks “Cause ya know, you’re nice and stuff.” 

“Oh no I live here. I go to NYU, I’m actually on my way there now.” I look at my phone to check the time but I can barely see due to the cracked screen. 

“Uh it’s 9:0-”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” I groan loudly, class started at 9.

“Late for class…?” he asks cautiously, not sure if he’s going to make it worse or not.

“Yes. I have to go, like right now.” I say starting to turn to walk away.

“Wait. Let me buy you that coffee so we can discuss the phone thing. Today isn’t great for me, how does tomorrow sound?” I nod and he hands me his phone. “Put in your number.” I quickly type in my information and hand him back the phone. “Well Zoe,” He says looking down at my contact, “I hope to see you later.”

“You too, I didn’t catch your name though.”

“Rudy. Rudy Pankow.”

“Well Rudy,” I look at him, flashing a small smirk “I’ll be looking forward to your text.” I turn and walk away as fast as I can. Of all the things that make me anxious, being late to class is pretty high up on the list. But I think the idea of meeting Rudy for coffee is consuming my mind more than the fact that I’m late is. I slip into the back of the lecture hall about 15 minutes late, luckily not drawing any attention to myself. I take out my notebook and try to take notes, but my mind is elsewhere.

RUDY’S POV:

I don’t know where the hell I am right now. Chase was completely wrong when he said the New York subway system would be easy to figure out. I have to go film a few interviews for Buzzfeed about season two and I’m lost. Totally lost. 

“West 4th street-Washington Square” The crackle comes over the speaker. 

“Fuck it” I mumble and get off. I can just take an Uber, so much for trying to get the whole experience. I walk up the stairs trying to order an Uber, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. All of a sudden I slam into what I can only hope is another tourist, the last thing I need is someone yelling at me for looking at my phone. 

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” I hear a voice from next to me mutter.

“I am so sorry” Fuck. She’s beautiful, and I’m just straight up dumb. “I’m not from here, which I guess you can tell. Uh, I’m a little lost. I think? I’m not sure where I’m going or what uptown and downtown mean on the subways. Sorry, I’m rambling.” For fucks sake Rudy shut the fuck up. I look to her hand and see that I shattered her entire phone and my stomach drops. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Shit. I can get you a new one.” Yes good job. Just offer up an entirely new phone, that’ll help. I mentally smack my forehead. 

“Ok chill for a sec dude” She stands up, locking her eyes with mine. My eyes can’t decide where to look. Her eyes? her lips? She’s stunning. “At least buy a girl coffee before you offer up a phone.” My face turns bright red. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running late and I decide to just shoot my shot. I shove my phone at her offering up coffee. A smile breaks onto my face when she takes it and types in her contact info. Zoe. 

“Well Rudy, I’ll be looking forward to your text” She smirks at me. God dammit I have never seen anything like her before. She spins on her heel and rushes away. I slide into the nearest taxi, not getting the chance to order an Uber. What the hell just happened?

ZOE’S POV:

I can’t get him off my mind. This isn’t like me at all. Usually I turn random men on the street down, I mean who doesn’t? What if this guy is a serial killer. God Zoe what did you do. Ok but he seems nice enough right? Ugh. I stare at my glass of wine, mind wandering.

“Earth to Zoe” Liv waves her hand in front of my face. I blink and look up.

“Sorry I’m exhausted. Too many unhappy clients today.”

“Uh huh sure.” She rolls her eyes and my friend Katie laughs next to her.

“What?!” I say, a little too defensively.

“Who’s the guy? You only ever act like this, all out of it and daydreamy when there’s a guy”

“There’s no gu-” I get cut off.

“Oh don’t even try. Who is he.” Katie slides next to me and pours more wine in my glass.

“It’s really no one. I met him on the street, he sort of smashed my phone. Well I guess I did. When he ran into me. And then he offered to buy me a new phone just like that. I was like well at least buy me a coffee first, you know, jokingly. But then he actually made a date for tomorrow to get coffee. He said he’d text me, but it’s been hours so I doubt it’ll actually happen. Probably is just being nice.” I mumble the last sentence. 

“A guy on the street?” Liv raises her voice.

“Are you crazy?” Katie says, setting her wine glass down a little too hard.

“I know I know. But something about him just felt familiar. Like I had seen him before or something. He seems our age, he had these insane blue eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.” I look down at the table. “I probably won’t even go, it’s a dumb idea.” 

“Dude, you’ll find someone. I promise. It just takes time” I look over to Liv.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t even want someone, I’m fine on my own right now. If I started seeing a guy, I wouldn’t have time for him, the two of you, work and school. I would literally have a mental breakdown.” I laugh. Part of me knows I’m lying. I don’t want a boyfriend, that part is true. But if that boyfriend was Rudy, I would have to reconsider. That’s crazy right? I’m definitely going crazy. I don’t even know this guy.

“Ok well let’s get drunk and watch hot boys on TV. There’s a show Liv and I wanted to watch on Netflix called Outer Banks. Have you seen it yet?” Katie asks me as she goes to the couch.

“I don’t have the time for that.” I plop down next to her.

“So that’s a no” She grabs the remote.

“I’m so fucking excited. I keep seeing stuff about the show everywhere, season two is coming out next week.” Liv squeals. Katie starts the show and I start chugging my wine so I can get a new glass. I choke on my wine and spit it out all over the ivory rug.

“Zoe! What the Fuck?!” Liv yells, obviously pissed I just ruined her rug. But I can’t stop coughing. I look back to the TV to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s him, I could never forget those eyes.

“That’s him” I choke out, “That’s the guy who I ran into today.”

“Rudy Pankow? The guy on the TV right now? Are you sure?” Katie looks at me.

“There’s no way.” Liv shakes her head.

“I’m dead serious. That’s the guy.” My phone vibrates from across the room and we all look at each other. I run over to look at it.

Meet me at Think Coffee in SoHo tomorrow at 3pm. Apple Store right next door ;) -Rudy

“No. Fucking. Way”

Taglist: @pink-meringues​ @x-lulu​ @perkeusjackson​

[onemistresstorulethemall]

A friend in need is a friend indeed

Originally posted on ao3. Thank @reahaelll for this as she's the only one who actually replied to my post. Ly, babe 💕

Nsfw, F!Mc

It had been a long day and all you wanted was to relax along with your favourite demon in the whole Devildom. You though about it all day long. It was the only thing which had kept you going. The only thing keeping you from losing it throughout the day. Before walking home you excitedly texted him:

"Can I come see you when I get home? (≧▽≦)"

Keeping your d.d.d in hand ready to type at any second, you awaited his reply. After a few moments, which seemed to you like agonizing hours, you felt it buzz in your hand. Opening it up with excitement you were greeted by disappointment:

"I'm helping some buddies beat a boss, maybe later."

Defeated, you put your d.d.d back into your pocket and walk home pouting. Beelzebub, who was walking you home asked why you were upset and offered to share his snacks with you. It warmed up your broken heart. Not wanting to worry Beel, you brushed it off, telling him that you're just tired.

"Belphie gets blue when he's tired too", he nodded.

As soon as you got home you locked yourself into your room. If it wasn't Levi, you didn't want to see anyone. It wasn't worth the hassle. Tired as you were, you still managed to get out of your uniform and change into something more comfortable. You chose a spaghetti strap top and a short skirt, just in case Levi finishes the game sooner than expected and texted you to come see him.

Ugh, you were pathetic. Waiting for him like that... But you just couldn't help it. You became too hooked up on this demon's attention. One could even say you envied his gaming buddies. Levi was yours.

As you laid on your bed thoughts came rushing through your head. He is yours. Or rather you are his. Yeah, he needed to take care of you. Real good care of you...

The panties you were wearing found their way to the floor as one of your hands took their place. The thought of him was enough to get you instantly wet. You needed him in each and every way possible. Other times you might've been alright with you taking care of him. Taking the lead and making sure he feels good. But in that moment? You were being needy. All you wanted was for him to take care of you. To play with you. To have his way with you. This time you didn't want to role-play. You wanted him to say your name. To tell you exactly how badly he wanted you. To have you in every way...

You took out your d.d.d and shamelessly searched for the pictures you took of Levi while he was changing one time. He didn't know about them. They were your dirty little secret. You used them to make yourself feel good when he was not around.

Usually, this would've been the moment of release. However, you couldn't bring yourself over the edge. Your hands weren't enough. You couldn't do this by yourself.

With messy hair and a pride which you swallowed whole, you got up and made your way to your demon's room. You knocked three times.

"Hey, Levi. It's me. Can I come in?"

He quit asking you about the password long ago. Instead, he muttered a "Come in." as shooting sounds could be heard through the door.

He was indeed playing one of his games. Rather playing a stupid game instead of playing with you... The door closed behind you and you locked it. Levi didn't even realize as he was too caught up on the game.

You walked closer and stood in silence for a few moments, searching for the words to say and gathering up the courage to say it. His headphones were hanging around his neck instead of on his ears, but even so the sounds were quite loud and you knew you had to speak up if you wanted him to hear you.

"I told you I can't spend time with you right now, y/n. These losers can't beat the boss without me.", he chuckled while mocking his buddies.

This was the final straw for you and you let go of whatever dignity you had left.

"I fucking need you, Leviathan!", you knew you caught his attention by using his full name.

"I kept thinking about you all day long. I couldn't wait to come home and be with you. I want you so badly you have no idea... I can't do this by myself... Even though I wanted to... It's not enough..."

"What are you trying to say? What's not enough?", he genuinely asked not understanding where you were going with that.

"My hands are not enough... Any toy I'd use is not enough. I want you. No, I need you! Only you are able to satisfy me. Only you can make me feel good... So please, Levi... Please, please, please...", you took a break in which you looked at the floor before lifting your head even though your cheeks were burnings, "Fuck me... I'm begging you..."

A light blush covered his whole face, but when he opened his mouth, the cockiest most confident voice you ever heard escaped from your demon's mouth:

"Well, guys, you heard her. I'd stay and kick this monster's ass for you, but my talents are needed elsewhere. Guess that's my cue to leave."

His headset was on... All of his friends heard you beg like that for him...

He closed the game window, sat his headphones on the desk and turned around in his chair to face you.

"So, babe, why don't you come over here and let me take care of you?"

Like a month to a flame, you follow his order and sat on his lap. You were going commando as you abandoned your panties back into your room.

"You're not wearing anything underneath?", he laughed as if he was mocking you.

"After I realized I can't make myself cum, I came straight here...", you confessed looking down.

"You struggled badly?", he lifted your chin with his index finger.

You nodded.

"I used your pictures to help, but it wasn't enough... I didn't want to bother y-", you were cut off.

"Wait. Say that again. You touched yourself looking at my pictures!?", that was the moment in which his voice cracked from the shock.

"Yeah... I do that quite a lot", all the shame you had left exited your body and you were just speaking everything that was on your mind.

He smirked as if he found out his favourite idol group was going to give him a private performance. The demon began to kiss your neck with a passion you didn't think he was capable of. It felt like he wanted to devour you.

"I didn't want to bother you, but... I couldn't stand it..."

He bit your neck and licked the mark afterwards, but he ceased any action when he heard your words.

"You couldn't stand what?", as if deep in thought he brought his index finger to his chin.

"It was eating me alive that you were giving them your attention. I know they're your friends and all, but I... I envied them."

In that moment your lips were met by his, pulling you into deep sloppy kiss. His tongue explored your whole mouth as your juices where dripping onto his pants. However, Levi didn't seem bothered one bit. You moaned into his mouth as he was deepening the kiss even further.

You, his favorite being in the world craved him so badly you envied his friends for stealing him away. You begged for his affection, wanting him oh so much you couldn't even make yourself cum. Even better, in order to boost your potential for a critical, you used pictures of him. It was pushing Levi over the edge. He was so full of himself, so proud, so lustful, so hungry for you, so greedy that he changed into his demon form without realizing.

Unconsciously his tail was wrapped around your waist. However his tail was long enough to reach your core too. So he used his tail to rub your sensitive swollen nub and he pulled your top down, without taking it off, in order to expose your breasts and play with them, licking them, sucking them, flicking your nipples. Levi knew exactly where and how to touch you in order to drive you mad.

You were moaning his name. Over and over as if it was the only word you knew.

"Please, Levi... Please give it to me."

"Give you what, babe? You'll have to speak up if you want me to understand.", he mocked you which only made you wetter and needier.

"Your cock. Give it to me. Please fuck my brains out!", you begged pathetically while grinding on his lap.

"Now that's what I like to hear", he licked his lips.

Soon his pants and boxers were dropped to the floor as he revealed his member. Just looking at him got you drooling.

When he entered you it felt like pure bliss. His tail was still rubbing your sensitive spot as you were riding him and the demon didn't stop playing with your boobs either. The stimulation was overwhelming and you couldn't keep quiet for the life of you. His name left your lips again and again.

"Fuck, Leviathan! Ah, Levi, you're fucking me so good!", you cried in ecstasy.

"I think you can do more than that", he said through heavy breaths, "Let them know who you belong to, let them know who makes you feel so good~"

"I'm yours Levi. I'm fucking yours!"

"That's right, y/n. You're my little slut~"

Just hearing him say those words sent you over the edge. Giving in to the pleasure you screamed his name so loud the whole house could hear you. Truth be told, you couldn't care less. As you twitched and tightened your walls around him, Levi reached climax as well filling you up with his seed.

He didn't tell you that, but he 'accidentally' forgot to turn off his headset. His whole team heard how great he is in bed. He wanted them to be jealous. He knew they were all sad and lonely. After all, it wasn't fair for him to have all the fun.

[amiableabomination]

Papa Emeritus x F! Reader

3,853 words; 18+ only 

Description: Papa III and the reader try to relax from their busy schedule on a short excursion in the gardens. The two, after a bit of drama, decide to spend some “quality time” together . . .        

          Light shone through the clerestory, mottled fragments of color from the stained glass dotting the dark cathedral’s nave. The muffled singing of birds could be heard from within the hollow interior, characterizing the fervent life of late spring. Even within the accursed church, life flowed through it like blood through veins. The cathedral was alive, ghouls and votaries roaming through the halls to grant the tasks of the Dark Lord.

           In the boisterous hall, I sat still before the cathedral’s bema, silently voicing an extensive prayer. A grucifix rosary hung around my neck, one of my hands drifting upwards to clutch the satanic cross when my prayer reached its denouement.  Some other clergy members and Sisters of Sin also resided in the nave, some praying, others filing through to finish the church’s numerous tasks.

            On the pulpit stood a queer figure whom I recognized as Papa Emeritus III, face obscured with the geometric shape of a skull. Unlike his older brothers, this satanic priest held a spark of excitement except for today, it seems. The younger Emeritus was drifting through the scriptures for tonight’s gathering, his eyes drifting over the pages apathetically. Since this Papa could no longer attend the world-wide rituals, succeeded by Cardinal Copia, he could only begrudgingly lead the sermons. I’ve attended a couple, most of which his brothers guided. His two older brothers were busy doing their own menial tasks today, though, and tonight was his turn to lead the gathering.

           His gaze drifted from the book as he espied me rising from the floor and preparing my exit. I sent him a furtive glance but quickened my pace as I noticed his attention was on me. Papa must have recognized me as he flashed me a smile, disregarding the tome. Standing at the edge of the pulpit, he greeted me with a short bow. He adjusted his casual suit and folded his arms, preparing to speak as I awaited his acknowledgment.

           “Greetings sister, I didn’t expect to see you here this hour. Paying respects to our Infernal Master, no?”

           “Of course. I have a rather busy schedule today so I’m trying to pay my dues before it’s too late,” I explained with a wave of my hand. I crossed my arms with a playful smile, mimicking the satanic pope’s actions. “It seems you’re busy as well. I’m not surprised. There’s so much that needs to be done this time of year.”

           “Ah, yes, I have both my hands full today but!” Papa III raised his hand in exclamation, before gesturing to me. “I am free to spend any amount of time with you, tesoro.”

           Papa III winked slyly and I scoffed in a joking manner, unfolding my arms. As I began my answer, he descended, taking graceful steps down the sculpted pulpit and onto the marble floor below. My voice almost cracked as I surveyed his grand descent.

           “Charms or not, I would really appreciate it,” I admitted, peering into his bicolored eyes. I regained my posture and my voice as he halted. “However, as fun as that sounds, I must not procrastinate on my tasks. You know how Sister Imperator is with us Sisters of Sin.”

           Papa’s face fell but he soon smiled persistently, a little disappointed but not too much so. I felt bad to leave him to his work, something he wasn’t quite fond of. He’s not meant for all the work the church imposes on him, but I suppose his brothers have enough tasks as is and the Cardinal is busy with his own gig. Still, he manages to do a damn good job whether he liked it or not.

           “I insist, just this once. Please,” Papa begged, something I rarely hear the likes of. “I can’t concentrate on my work knowing I missed an opportunity to be with you.”

           I furrowed my brows and let out a sigh, knowing that if I didn’t he’d either slack on his duties or bother me about it until I give in. I reluctantly nodded, my lips upturning into a pleasant smile. He beamed, his face ecstatic at the prospect.

           “Where would you like to go? The gardens? Or, perhaps, underneath the cupola in the library? It’s perfect for dancing. They recently established an audio system in there! Oh, you’d love it and - oh!” Papa suggested, his eyes brimming with excitement. Without missing another beat, he added, “Maybe you’d prefer my bedroom?”

           I chortled and shook my head, “Ugh! No, no, no thanks . . . Though, I wouldn’t mind venturing through the gardens. I haven’t seen the flowers blooming since last summer. The ghouls have tried to get me to see the blossoms but I just never really have the time.”

           “Well, what are we waiting for, then? Would you care to join me, tesoro?”

           He intertwined his gloved fingers with mine, much to my chagrin. However, I’d be a fool to say I didn’t enjoy it. He swung our linked hands steadily back and forth and I couldn’t help but feel amused by his childish antics. Then, he raised both of our hands to his lips, giving a gentle peck on my thumb. I paused, unsure of what just occurred.

           “Just to show my appreciation for your company,” Papa informed, his gaze fixated on me. I felt uncomfortable but in a pleasant way. I flashed him a gentle smile to reciprocate his feelings. 

           Satisfied with my response, Papa resumed the journey. We traipsed through the cathedral, winding through various corridors. I’d have to admit that the walk was absolutely marvelous, the cathedral’s imagery so dear to my heart. We weaved through crowds of clergy members and ghouls, almost colliding multiple times as I gawked at the cathedral’s magnificent beauty. Normally I don’t notice the church’s features due to being situated in one area all the time. Rarely can I revel in its entire glory, which is hard due to its Brobdingnagian proportions. Eventually, though, my sight-seeing was cut short as Papa halted, my form inches from colliding into his back. I quickly regained my composure, noticing the sculpted doors before us.

            “Here we are,” Papa announced with a flourish of his gloved hands. He beckoned me to step forward and I obliged, reluctantly walked up to the entrance. I ran my fingers along the engravings, noticing the minute detail and care that went into this very door. It depicted a garden of its own, the wooden carvings of plants seemingly thriving themself. This cathedral never ceases to amaze me. The décor is astounding. 

           Papa paused so I could admire it some more before continuing, “Without further ado, allow me.”

           With a hefty push, Papa opened the extravagant double-wide door, the morning zephyr rustling my hair and cassock. My spirits brightened as the sun’s light and the tranquility of Mother Nature washed over me. I ambled out into the cathedral’s garden and instantly I was transfixed on what lay before me. Everything from wisteria trees, roses of many varieties, hydrangeas, zinnias, and many, many more caught my eye. It was a vast expanse of verdure and blossoms that completely engrossed me. It was even more extravagant than last year. Now I understood why the ghouls were so eager to show me.

           Not many people roamed the garden at this hour besides one of the caretakers watering some of the flora. Not only that, the morning hours granted us protection from the harsh afternoon heat. It was perfect and I couldn’t ask for a more magical excursion.

           Laughter erupted from the youngest Papa and I whipped around to see the commotion. However, I quickly realized the humor was on me as he peered at my wonderstruck form. He approached me, slowly, before resting a gentle hand on the small of my back.

           “Come un raggio di sole hai illuminato la mia vita. Seeing your face in awe is such a sight to behold. Tesoro . . .”

           The proximity between us seemed to only be the width of a hair, his hands enveloping me as I focused my attention on him and him only. I felt calm but my half-lidded eyes snapped open. I couldn’t register my feelings or why he was making me feel this way but it was all too much.

           “Sorry – I mean, I – Ugh! What is this? I don’t understand,” I exclaimed, unsure of what was going on. Various emotions swarmed my once serene mind and I couldn’t register my thoughts. 

           Papa was shocked for a moment but attempted to console me regardless. I tried to resist but I couldn’t. Seeing his face contorted in such a hurt expression made my heart ache. I didn’t know if the few people in the gardens looked upon us like we were mad but at this point, I didn’t care. 

           “What . . . What are you doing to me?” I whimpered as he enveloped me in his warm embrace. Was this a trick? I was – no – am his best friend for what? A couple years? Why would he suddenly act this way if he didn’t have any ulterior motives?

           “I’m sorry for being so brash, I–,” Papa apologized, rubbing my back in slow, fluid movements. “If you hate me, I understand, but please, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I just – please hear me out. Please look at me.”

           He tried to move my head but I was too embarrassed to let him. He sighed but not in malice, no. He was clearly hurt.

           “Just tell me, Papa: Why? Why do this?”

           “What do you want me to say?” Papa hissed, looking elsewhere but me. However, I knew he really didn’t direct his anger at me even though his voice steadily grew louder and louder. “I love you! Why can’t I love you? Is it because of my reputation? Fuck my reputation! I love you, cara mia! Do you hear?”

           By now, the birds seemed to stop tweeting and the gentle rustle of leaves was long gone. Papa narrowed his brows, tears pricking his eyes and smudging his makeup. He looked like a mess but so did I. I stepped back from him yet again, feeling the thorns of a rose bush pricking my back.

           “I . . . I really want to love you, and I do, but,” I paused, glancing elsewhere before letting my vision land on Papa yet again. “I’ve felt many feelings towards you, Papa, for so fucking long. I know I shouldn’t have let it all out right here and now but I can’t help it. I love you too, you sick bastard. However, I can’t – I mean – I don’t know what to do? How am I to expect this won’t lead to heartache?”

           “Tesoro, please, come here,” Papa asked, his voice hoarse and weak. I hesitantly obliged, wondering why such a simple request would lead me back to him. I realized as I walked towards him that the garden was completely vacant. It was just the two of us now and I wouldn’t doubt we scared everyone off. Still, this was my chance but it seemed he beat me to the opportunity.

           Instantly, his lips were upon mine, kissing every bit and portion of my lower face until I giggled. The need I had for him disintegrated all prior negative emotions. I kissed him back, not caring about the paint that smudged both of our faces. I was finally in bliss and I would not back down.

           Suddenly, I realized we were on the ground. I was straddling his waist, our lips still interlocked and our hands grasping at each other as if the other would suddenly vanish. Eventually, though, this grasping turned into tugging and I found my body bare besides my undergarments. I removed some of his own clothing and paused to look upon the image before me. He had by no means an athletic body but it had this indescribable charm I found inexplicably alluring. I immediately feasted upon his flesh, sucking and biting the tender spots of his skin. He couldn’t help but whimper as I hit sweet spot after sweet spot.

           “Voglio le tue mani su tutto il corpo ¡Ho voglia di te!”

           I heeded his command and tugged off the remaining clothing he had on. His body was mine for the taking. He allowed me to be in control, fighting back on occasion, and I loved it. Our hands wandered across each other’s bodies on the soft blanket of grass, heeding no possible passerby. In the moment, it was the least of our concerns.

           Somehow throughout the deed, I found myself completely bare and we both paused, reveling in each other’s glory, praising each other with sweet whispers and affections.

           “I have never felt as loved as I am now before you, Papa,” I murmured endearingly, stroking his side with one of my free hands, the other supporting my body above him. He grinned ear-to-ear, his makeup made his expression look hauntingly, but the tingling of fear along my spine only turned me on more. I couldn’t help but let a moan escape my lips by the sheer sight of him.

           “Fuck me, please,” I whimpered, letting my hand slide down his side, resting on his cock. He recoiled and I paused. “May I?”

           “Do as you please,” Papa said with a smirk and I immediately started stroking his member between my fingers. I locked our lips together and I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together in anticipation of relinquishing my arousal in ecstasy.

           “Fuck, thank you. Just like that,” Papa groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand. I teased him with my mouth, sloppily kissing the tip of his dick and along the shaft. He whimpered and I relented, licking the head before inserting most of his thick girth in my mouth. I bobbed my head, minding which actions made him moan and squirm the most. Eventually, I stopped, making him shift in discomfort. Drool ran down my chin as I flashed him a lop-sided grin in which he sluggishly returned.

           “Do you have a condom, Papa?” I inquired, unsure of whether to take this even further. He seemed dazed for a moment and before I could repeat my question he nodded a couple times. He was a tad reluctant but understanding of my request. He shifted, feeling his suit for what I assumed was the object of my request. Eventually, even through my playful teasing, he retrieved a condom from one of his pockets.

           “Of course, here.”

           I stopped for a moment to grab the condom and quickly ripped the packaging open. After I placed on the protection, I felt more confident to continue. I brushed a light kiss upon his lips in gratitude, and he squirmed underneath my touch.

           “Yes, yes, Papa. Calm yourself and you shall be thoroughly rewarded,” I assured, rubbing his shoulder to ease his impatience. He groaned, giving me a pitiful look, his green and white eyes entrancing me in their hue. I took his cock in my hands again, returning to the steady motion much to his pleasure. However, this time, it was he who would gain the upper hand. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, one of my thighs still wrapped around his hip.

           “Ah,” I gasped, even a bit surprised. “Please . . .”

           Papa, heeding my call, opened up my legs and pressed his lips upon my fold. My entire body shivered as his tongue ran across my labia and onto my clit. He suckled, my legs involuntarily twitching from the sensation, my hand instinctively gripping his short, raven-colored hair. He didn’t seem to mind when I pulled, more so it seemed he found great pleasure in it so I persisted. His hand gripped onto my thighs, the other stroking his member. Every once-in-a-while, he’d kiss and bite the inner part, driving me to the edge. I was so wet and so very close.

           Before I could register that he stopped, I felt Papa’s hot breath on my ear. I moaned and arched my back in anticipation of his words, his voice sending light shocks through my neck.

           “Ready, cara mia?”

           I immediately knew what was next and nodded my head profusely. My mind was a mess by now and I needed relief by his touch.

           “Yes, yes! I beg of you!” I exclaimed, parting my thighs to give him more room. He positioned himself on my slick entrance, slipping in his engorged cock. I gasped, my eyes nearly rolling in the back of my head by the sensation. His girth fit me perfectly and my heart swelled. The love I felt for this man ignited my nerves on overdrive, sending sensations all over me that I’ve never felt the likes of.

           Each thrust from his hips ignited butterflies in my stomach. It seemed he found great pleasure as well, his mouth agape, emitting mellifluous moans. Nothing made me happier than in this moment with him.

           Papa’s pace quickened as he leaned into my body, embracing me in a vice grip. His breathing was hot and heavy, the air tickling my chest with each breath. He was like an incubus, pounding my cunt with such force and skill that I couldn’t help but let out a cry as I came. It’s as if he knew exactly how and where to please me, his hands knowing exactly where to go.

            Eventually, I noticed his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Every motion seemed to bring him on the edge. I knew he was close.

            “I can’t any longer,” Papa groaned, clutching my waist and pounding my cunt even harder. “Ah, I’m – !”

            Papa thrust once more and paused, his entire body twitching, the thick muscles on his thighs relaxing and contracting repeatedly. He pumped his cock a couple more times before sliding out. His grip on me lessened and I let out a heavy sigh, my insides a big jumbled mess from the event that just transpired. My gaze landed on his face. He was clearly tired but his expression showed that he was elated and as was I. I’ve never felt so fulfilled and I couldn’t help but imagine us fucking again. Papa collapsed next to me, both of us still very naked, our hands intertwined loosely.

           “Ah, my love, I hate to provoke you but we should probably move,” Papa informed as he glanced around for anybody nearby. I let out a concise laugh and rolled over to face him. After a moment, I nodded and indolently sat up, putting on my undergarments and cassock. He eased me up after he cleaned and dressed himself, steadying me on my weak legs. He offered to carry me but I politely declined as not to overexert him. 

            I followed him throughout the cathedral to the bedrooms, not heeding the gazes of the other residents of the church on our disheveled appearance. Eventually, though, we arrived in his room. The room was dim and dismal but oh so inviting. It was a lavish dark purple with gothic, baroque furniture strewn about artfully. It seemed he took great pleasure in decorating his room and I wondered whether it was for his own satisfaction or to impress people like me.

            Papa seemed to notice the atmosphere, lighting a match and igniting the wicks of his plentiful candles. The lambent light created a soothing atmosphere, which eased me furthermore. Next to one of the candelabras, I spotted Papa’s bed, partially obscured by diaphanous, sable drapes surrounding it. 

            Enervated, especially after seeing the bed, I collapsed onto the plush mattress. I felt incredibly peaceful and relaxed. I crawled under the duvet and wrapped my arms around Papa, which he eagerly reciprocated. We were still for a moment but something began eating at me. Uncertain of if I should say it, I sat up which alerted a very sleepy Papa, his hair rustled and his makeup an abhorrent mess. I suppressed a laugh as I found it quite adorable.

           “You don’t have to get up, Papa,” I assured, pressing lightly on his chest with the palm of my hand. “Though, I want to know something if you don’t mind me asking.”

          “What is it, cara mia?” Papa responded, cocking his brow. He pulled his hand from underneath the damask duvet and rest it upon my thigh. My lips upturned in amusement of his actions and I rest against the headboard, unsure of whether to continue. I breathed in sharply, our eyes locking, my vision transfixed on his multicolored orbs. His brows creased as he awaited my response.

          “I know this is silly and I probably shouldn’t ask you this,” I murmured, unsure if I sounded too rude or inquisitive. I inhaled deeply. “Do you love me? Like, truly? This isn’t some ruse . . . Is it?”

          Papa only chuckled and shook his head, sitting up despite me insisting otherwise. He turned towards me, peering into my eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his body. I felt content in his warmth.

          “Of course I love you, even though you can be quite the she-devil at times,” Papa jested, poking me in the side. I gasped, distancing myself from him instinctively. I narrowed my eyes before playfully shoving him on his shoulder. He caught one of my arms with ease and pushed me against the mattress. He climbed on top of me, his hands pinning my arms above my head all the while. I was thoroughly shocked, all thoughts of defiance slipping from my mind, subdued by his assertive action. Even still, my grin did not waver as he pressed his lips against my ear.

          “Such a little brat, tesoro. Why don’t you find out yourself? Would you like me to show you how much I love you?”

          I moaned in anticipation, awaiting his ravishing. However, that didn’t quite come.

          Suddenly, he retracted from my form after smothering my neck in kisses. I whined as he left me on the bed, alone.

         “Well, too bad, tesoro,” Papa teased with a wink. “Naughty girls don’t get rewarded.” 

         I watched him from the bed as he undressed, slowly taking each article of clothing off, knowing I enjoyed the view. It also left me aching for his touch. Though, as he finished, I snapped out of my senses, remembering something.

          “What about our work? It’s still morning, is it really right to slack off?” I queried as he slid into the covers next to me. He groaned as he shifted for comfort before he rested on his side, facing me. He pulled me into a firm hug, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

          “Forget about it, cara mia. Just stay here with me a little longer. Please?”

          My heart quivered at his sleepy, husky voice. I suppose I’m a sucker for his begging. With that, I kissed his cheek as his eyes fluttered closed, his breathing calm and rhythmic. I couldn’t be happier than here with him.

[marsupials-of-mars]

Night Terrors

Part three of my Dreams/Nightmares series (Dreams came first, then Nightmares, now this much later), because once Remus was revealed it was clear he should have totally been nightmares instead of Virgil but I worked him in anyway!

Contrary to Roman and Virgils nights with Thomas, Remus generally didn't talk much. Suprising really, considering his personality, but the videos they watched together had some auditory stimulus that he didn't dare interrupt. So he just enjoyed himself, lending his presence. He loved his Thomas nights, a full night to be good and nasty and Remus it up, loosen up after a long day, for Thomas to tire himself out for a good nights rest. A night all to himself and Thomas, what could be more fun?

But as all good things must come to an end, so too did his contributions. Thomas was tired, and that meant off went the explicit content, onto it's charger, and under the pillow. Remus whined. Sleep. What was it good for anyway? Just to waste time. He sank back into Thomas's subconscious and sulked over to the basement door. He yanked it open and practically oozed down the staircase. He didn't want to sleep that night. Sleep was boring, he wasn't even tired! He wasn't...

His eyes lit up at the realization. When a side wasn't tired it meant... Remus scrambled back up the stairs on all fours, bursting out the stairwell and into the hallway. And now that he was facing the right direction, it was clear as day. A black and hot pink door. Remus squealed.

Aint no rest for the wicked.

He skipped down the hall, overwhelmed with excitement. He didn't care much for the guy really, but he sure loved the work. He popped his knuckles, dagger-like claws bursting from his fingertips. He would have toyed with his coworker a bit but he didn't feel like wasting any time that night. He gouged his claws into the wood of the door, dragging them down its length with a terrible, grating noise.

"UP AND AT EM BEAUTYSLEEP, WAKEY WAKEY!" He pressed his ear to the door. Silence... but he could smell the fear.

"Okay, rude, I was willing to be polite but here goes." He sent his tentacles about the doorframe, their boneless, mucus-soaked nature letting them slip through the cracks and around the door in its entirety, effortlessly ripping it off its hinges. "See!? See what I gotta do when you bully me?" He waved the door around above his head before chucking it aside and retracting his slimy extremities back into his person. He locked eyes with a face of absolute horror and disgust, apparent even through the sunglasses. "Well I won't hold it too much against you Remy... after all, we're still NAME TWINS!" He finished in a singsong voice and fell into his host's arms.

"EW!" Remy gasped. He dropped him and quickly retreated backward until he was pressed against a wall. "Bitch, you will not TOUCH me, you will not SPEAK to me! WHY do I still not get some warning when one of you are coming?!" He hovered his contaminated arms far away from the rest of his body.

"Hey, I warned you! Warned you not to piss me off!" Remus giggled from his spot on the floor. "Cmon, you love me!"

"I don't! I really don't, I'd appreciate if you jumped in a lake! It'd at least be some sort of bath, you heathen." He sneered and whipped out a portable hand sanitizer. He started slathering his forearms extremely thoroughly.

"Aww, 'heathen'? You flatter me..." Remus brought his hands to his face as he blushed a warm shade of puke green.

"Whatever. WHATEVER. Get the job done and get OUT." Remy massaged his temples. He seemed to be going out of his way not to look in Remus's direction. It filled Remus's stomach with delighted butterflies. Maybe moths... mosquitoes? Mosquitoes sounded right.

"But REM!" Remus whined. "Last time Virgil was in here he left all pretty with face paint and claws-"

"Makeup and acrylics. Because we had a bonding moment. Acrylics are EARNED." He took a sip of his coffee. With a second thought he mumbled around the straw: "And don't call me Rem."

"Pleeease? Please with something hairy on top? I'll make it worth your while..." He bit his lip and winked. Remy nearly spit up his coffee.

"You need to CHILL."

"But I CAN'T! The only thing that could ever quell my madness is claws and facepaint! But alas..." Remus sighed dramatically and brought the back of his hand to his forehead. "You couldn't possibly provide such things..." He opened one eye and grinned when Remy groaned.

"Fine. FINE. But we're watching what I want." He grudgingly dragged his feet over to a cabinet by the TV and pulled out a makeup bag and a bin of nail supplies. "Wasting my best stuff on you..." He mumbled to himself at a volume that made it difficult for Remus to believe that he wasn't supposed to hear. Remus squealed and leapt onto the couch, giddy to be included, even more giddy that it was a grudging inclusion.

He was suddenly hit in the face with a container of wet wipes.

"I'm not touching your hands until you get that grime off, I'm not catching any diseases tonight." Remy pulled out a binder from a bin under the coffee table. The wipes quickly turned various shades of brown as Remus scrubbed his hands, but his attention was elsewhere, peering over Remy's shoulder.

"Whatcha got?"

Remy placed the binder gingerly on his lap. "Ideas."

As soon as Remus got a good look at it, he recognized his brother's calligraphy. He scrunched his nose. "So you and the Quest for Camel-snot are real besties aren'tcha?"

He knew that Roman had work with Remy too, but in the moment it kinda stung. He got the lights, did he really need the extras too? But Remus didn't really want Sleep, not his type. So it was fine, right?

"My closest girlfriend, bitch numero uno. He's a genius, really. Full binders of inspiration for every one of you." He flipped through the binder, double tabs color coordinated to each side, nails and makeup. Profiles and front views of each side's face in Roman's swoopy, perfect art style, graphite with oil pastel for color. Remus craned his neck to see.

"You're at the back. He has a lot of ideas for you, he talks about them a lot. Never gets around to drawing them up though, pretty sure it's personal. Gets uncomfortable drawing your face."

Remus ignored that last piece of commentary.

"Don't care, show me what he DID put in there! Probably awful, I could do better..."

Remy flipped to the green-tabbed page. There were three pages in the Remus section, contrasted against the five or more for every other side. But Remus wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the drawing: The palette was dark but bold, dark greens, black, metalics and greys. The look was extremely busy with intense, full mascara, black lipstick dusted with metallic green, tentacles curling from the eye flaring in the direction of the lashes and writhing down the side of the face. He was even crazy enough to scatter black rhinestones and silver glitter about, seemingly at random but somehow in just the right places. Remus stared at the drawing in awe. It entirely fit his aesthetic, minus the grime. The drawing still didn't quite look like him, though, and it broke Remus out of his trance to laugh out loud as he realized why. Roman had deliberately refused to draw in the mustache.

"What?" Remy squinted at him.

"He's so petty!" Remus conjured a pencil and scratched on some glorious facial hair in some frustratingly wobbly lines compared to Roman's. "There! There's my guy!" Remy grabbed the binder and clapped it shut.

"Ugh, you ruined it!" He opened the page back up and pouted.

"It's better now! Whatever, just fuck me up!" He sat up and closed his eyes, ready for beautification. He felt a wet wipe instead, though it wasn't like he was caught of gaurd by a sudden cold dampness to the face. "What are you doing?"

"You're so oily, if I tried to apply anything it'd roll right off like water on duck feathers. You owe an apology to your pores hun... and a shower."

"Nah I'd rather you keep with the wiping. Feels nice and sensual." He felt the scrubbing grow more hesitant and heard a quiet but exasperated sigh.

"Tell you what, if you can keep your feral little mouth shut for the next ten minutes I'll let you at the expired wine. It's real vinegary."

"Ooh!" Remus mimed zipping his lips and flicking away the key. Remy seemed suprised that his deal worked.

They sat in relative silence for a while, save for Remy's instructions for Remus to tilt his head one way or another, and the scrapes and clinks of makeup containers on the coffee table.

"Aaand...done!" Remy sat back and surveyed his work. Remus blinked.

"Wait I can't... I can't see..." His eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to look at his own face. Remy rolled his eyes.

"Cut it out, I've got a mirro-" Before he could reach under the coffee table, Remus had already plunged his fingers into his own eye sockets and torn his eyes from their nerves.

"HOLY SHIT-" Remy threw up in his mouth but managed to hold it back. Remus turned his eyes to look back at his face.

"Ooo well done! Though the eyes are a little smudged."

"Because you just mutilated your mascara with your fat knuckles you ANIMAL!" Remy grabbed Remus's wrist and pushed it back toward his face. "Back! Back in!"

Remus groaned and popped his eyes back in. He blinked rapidly as they resituated their orientation in his skull.

"I didn't even bleed, cmon, I'm being respectful of your work."

"Whatever, just sit still..." Remy pinned his shoulder to the couch and kept his legs down with a knee. He blended out some smudged eye shadow and reapplied the mascara. "There." He fell back onto the couch and massaged his eyes. "Now grab us some wine so I can make it through the rest of the night. Right of the fridge, top shelf."

Remus hopped up from the couch and twirled over to the cabinet. He found the bottle that had clearly been re-corked among the vast array and popped it open with his teeth. He waved it under his nose. Vinegar. He called over his shoulder; "You said I could have all the expired stuff?!"

"What else would I do with it? Grab me something."

Remus re-corked the bottle. He grabbed another bottle of red and a single wine glass and ran back to the couch. He cannonballed into the cushions with enough force to make Remy yelp and send out his arms to stabilize himself.

"Claws now!" He clapped his hands. Remy held up a finger.

"Just a sec, hon." He opened the fresh bottle and filled his glass. And kept filling. And kept filling. He tipped the bottle back just as he reached the brim. He took the glass gracefully and downed it in a single tilt. He let out a sigh of relief. "Mkay. Claws."

The next two hours were occupied with messy, drunk acrylic construction, trash reality TV, and half coherent conversations about either the meaning of life or over which two patent moms would get in a fistfight first based on their initial introductions. Remus could half remember Remy crying at some point over how bad the nails looked and how he was losing his gift, and another point where he ranted about how the other nail techs of the world better "step the fuck up or drop dead" at his sheer talent.

Remus began to come to, though barely. He pawed at Remy's shoulder. "Rem, Remmington, up up up! Got night terrors to make!"

Remy rolled over. His lips were smudged with black and metallic green. Remus didn't say anything, though silently cursed himself for having blacked out through that part.

"Hm? Nah bitch, you're on your own. Scary shit, not my cup of tea."

"You've got the assets!" Remus snorted at the word. "Yknow, the characters and stuff."

Remy groaned for a long time. "Fiiine." He rolled off the couch and followed Remus to the recording room. Remus attempted a cartwheel but fell over halfway through. He made it into the room at least. Remy snorted.

"GIRL! You're WORTHLESS!" He pulled a giggling Remus to his feet.

"Yeah..." Remus bounced from foot to foot. "Gimme!"

"Hold on a sec!" Remy yanked open a file cabinet and pulled out a handful of folders. "First choice..." He hiccuped. "Classic spiders."

"Cmon Rem, what kind of creativity would I be to keep using spiders every time?"

Remy thought. "A bad one?"

"Correct!" He reached into the folder and pulled out a spider. With a tap of his fingers he multiplied them into the thousands. "Next!"

Remy pulled out the next. "Sharks."

"Nah, that's just a sharp fish. Something GROSS, something WEIRD. Next!"

"Ummm...Thomas saw a dead mouse the other day. Part of it's belly smushed open."

"ZOMBIE! RATS!" Remus grabbed the mouse and threw it on the ground, instantly multiplying it into a writhing pile of the living dead, which quickly dispersed through the blackness, some eating spiders and the others being eaten by spiders. It was quite the beautiful display of the circle of life, but Remus wasn't thinking about that as much as he was thinking about how awesomely disgusting it was.

"MORE! Characters!"

"Mom! Fitness trainer! Mark from Rent! Moana!" Remy read off folder titles.

"All of them! To be CONSUMED BY THE ZOMBIE RATS!!!" He dumped the folders into the swarm of arachnid and gorey fur. Remy began to squint and avert his eyes. No matter how drunk, there was only so much he could take. "Last part! Setting!"

"We've got... woods behind our old elementary school, the underworld from the first Percy Jackson movie, and the church basement!"

"When presented with some form of hell, hell it is!" Remus grabbed the underworld folder and opened it to surround them with sweet sweet fire and the wails of the damned.

"Okay! Let's go!" He grabbed Remy's shoulder. He rewound the terror and hit play from the beginning before pulling Remy out the door. He slammed it behind them. Remy, who was just coming to, winced.

"You know you could have made the whole thing while it was paused?"

"What's the fun in that?"

Remy huffed. "Well, we're done. You can finally get out of my room.

"Do you really WANT me to though...?" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Remy with his elbow.

"Yeah. I REALLY want you to."

Remus gasped in offense. "Fine. Be that way. I had fun."

Remy rolled his eyes. "Well once I got drunk you weren't as bad. Take that as you will."

"I'll internalize that as a confession of your deep sexual attraction to me."

"Please don't."

"Too late!"

Remy grabbed Remus's shoulder and spun him towards the door.

"Just get out."

Remus snorted and made his way to the door. He stopped and turned back. "You might want to get your door fixed by the way. I don't want to alarm you," He put his hand to the side of his mouth and whispered. "But I think some idiot broke it."

Remy gestured for him to shoo. "Yeah. I'll look into it."

Remus grinned. He looked down at his acrylics for nearly the first time. They were wobbly and awful and sharp, like twisted daggers. Not what the sketchbook recommended, but better than Roman could have come up with anyway. He looked back up at Remy.

"Great. Bye name twin!"

"Good riddance."

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #216

“cocaine in a crucifix, say your prayers, take your licks.”

How much money is in your wallet right now? Not a lot. Maybe like $10. What’s the last thing you purchased from the store? Me myself? No idea. Have you ever seen the movie Mean Girls? If so, did you think it was funny? Yeah, it's a nice movie. What do you usually get on your sub at Subway? Ham, American cheese, bacon, banana peppers, pickles, and Chipotle sauce. I think that's it. Is your bed made right now? Do you usually make your bed, or does someone make it for you? I'm in my bed. I always am. Have you ever had a crush of one of your friends’ brothers/sisters? No. Do you take naps often? I take one most days. Are you an only child? If not, do you get annoyed by your siblings a lot? No, and they don't annoy me, but then again, I live with none of them. What’s your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. Does it take you a while to fall asleep? Ugh. Too long. Do you watch TV before you go to sleep? No. Do you listen to music every day? It's very rare I don't. If you could have ANYTHING in the world right now, what would it be? To be satisfied with where I am in life. Do you still watch Spongebob Squarepants? No. I don't not enjoy it, you know I just don't watch television. What kind of bottled water do you drink? Mom buys big jugs of some Great Value-esque or whatever brand. Do you collect stuff someone else would consider junk? If so, then what? No. What's the most your electricity bill has ever reached? Idk, I don't pay it. How much was your tax refund this year or did you pay? N/A How are the kids doing? I don't have any. Do you see a bright light at the end of your tunnel? Just being realistic, not deliberately depressing or anything, I don't know. I could have a very dull and unsuccessful life or a thriving and happy one. What's the most you’ve ever lost gambling? Don't gamble. Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No. How many concerts have you attended? One. Do you think having an expensive phone is a good investment? To a certain high price, no. So long you can call and text easily and reliably, I don't find it necessary to buy a $500 or whatever phone. Any tattoos? How many do you need or want to cover up? I have six. I'm getting my "ohana" one covered at some point, and I'm going to have "perfectly flawed" tatted over as well; I just want to move it elsewhere, considering I want something else where it already is. How many funerals have you attended? One or two. Have you lost anyone your age to death? No one that I was especially close to, thankfully. Have you ever witnessed a birth in person? Not a human one, thank Christ. I've seen cats give birth many times, and maybe other animals, but I'm not sure. What gender do you identify with? Female. What’s your opinion on astrology? It's total, ridiculous bullshit. Are you more of a science or math person? I'm clueless in math, while science makes sense to me and is far more interesting. What religion/spirituality do you identify with, if any? Theism. I think something made the universe, but I don't pretend to know jackshit about him/her/them/it. What is your opinion on peanut butter & banana sandwiches? I like them every now and again. What is your favorite book that was turned into a movie? The Outsiders, probably. Do you like the movie or the book better? This was so long ago that I honestly don't remember either well... so I really dunno. If you identify as a girl, would you ever consider getting a pixie cut? Yeah. If you identify as a boy, would you ever consider growing your hair out? N/A Are you a metalhead? I guess I mostly fit the definition, but I don't like labeling myself as such considering honestly, the metalhead community tends to have such a "that's not heavy enough" attitude and ridicule anything less than their interests and treat those that like softer metal as outcasts and/or posers. Not even trying to stereotype; befriend or observe people in this category and you'll see what I mean. Do you even listen to metal? Hell yes. Do you watch porn? No. If you don’t, do you have a moral reasoning behind that decision? I just find it... very strange. I don't see the appeal of watching. That's just something I want between me and my partner, you know? Like if you watch it, good for you, so long your s/o (if applicable) is aware and fine with it, but it ain't for me. Do you know anybody who is a Wiccan or Pagan? Yesssss, she's cool as fuck. I need to reconnect with her more. Do/did you ever attend church regularly? I did as a kid. Do you have a godmother/godfather/both? I have no clue. Do you listen to Supertramp? I have no clue who that is. Do you watch Supernatural? Not anymore. I think I stopped at the end of Season 6. What’s your favorite character in your favorite TV show? That '70s Show, probably Hyde. I love and relate to Eric, though. Honestly I love every single character; they're very unique to each other and recognizable with strong personalities. Both Fullmetal Alchemist iterations, most likely Edward. Or possibly one of the Sins, but I don't remember them all well... Oh. I know I loved Envy, for one. Are you wearing any rings right now? Yeah, my Supernatural friendship ring w/ Sara. Calling each other "bitch"/"jerk" between Sam and Dean is a thing in the show, so I have one that says "bitch" on the interior, and Sara has "jerk." Bracelets? Yes, also the one Sara gave me. Necklaces? No. Anklets? No. Chokers/collars? No. Do you go to a firework show every 4th of July? No. Are you diabetic? No. I'm forever proud of that considering it runs heavily in my family, yet even at my worst weight, I didn't develop it. But more importantly, a recent blood test I had for my thyroid or something showed I don't have any indicators of even coming close/being at any risk at this point in time. Are you allergic to gluten? No. Are you lactose intolerant? No. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries, yum. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you live with your parents? I live with my mom. Have you written a formal essay lately? Not in years. How much experience do you have written down on your resume, approximately? I don't have a resume currently, but if I did, it'd only have two months as a sales associate as my other two jobs were so short-lived it'd be stupid to add, especially when you consider the obvious fact that would make me look awful. How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? A year. What happened last time you got drunk? N/A When’s the last time you straightened your hair? I have zero clue. Do you bite your toe nails? Wtf no. Last time you laughed your head off? Idr. Do you find piercings attractive? Yeah. Did you accept or reject your last friend request? I rejected it. Had no clue who it was, even though we had quite a handful of mutuals. How many cigarettes have you smoked today? N/A Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? It depends on what the subject of the matter is. Do you like potato chips? Is there a human that doesn't???? Do you give out second chances way too easily? Yes. Ever stayed up all night on the phone? Not all night, no. There was one night Jason and I were up a long time talking, but it wasn't all night. What are you excited for? SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever shoplifted? No. If you have shoplifted, are you afraid of getting in trouble? And are you afraid to go back in that store? N/A Have you ever gotten caught shoplifting? If yes, what happened? N/A Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? No. Are you mad at someone right now? Nah. Have you ever egged someone’s house? Fuck no, because I'm not a dick. If not, have you ever WANTED to egg someone’s house? No. Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I was fucking psychotic when I found out Jason was in a new relationship after we broke up. For a long time I wanted her dead. Are you glad you don’t own a gun, because of what you might do with it? Quite honestly, yes. I'm impulsive on bad days, and I don't entirely cross out the possibility of me shooting myself on an awful day. Do you avoid people when they’ve hurt you? Yes. Do you make the most of every opportunity? No. Are you honestly succeeding at life, or failing? Failing miserably at most things. What does your newest journal look like? I don't remember the last time I got a journal. Is there anything you currently want but can’t have? A lot of things. Do you have no one you can trust? No, thankfully. Do you like meatball subs? No, they're so messy. Are you severely sleep deprived? No. What music are you listening to? "LA Devotee" by P!ATD just came on. If you go to school (HS or college), does your school have a rival? N/A What’s your school’s mascot? N/A If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes? No. Do you own a Wii? If not, do you want one? Yes. Are there any songs you could just listen to over and over and over? No. I get tired of a song after around 100 repeats. No, I'm not kidding. Before you could loop YT vids (or anyway, before I was aware), I used a website that repeated the video for you and kept track of the repeats. Do you have a favorite basketball team (NBA or college?) No. Have you been baptized in any religious tradition? Yes. If your best male friend got a mohawk, would he look good or ridiculous? Save Him. What did you have for breakfast? A PopTart. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I've never taken a shot. Have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? Yeah, but we were dating. Who last slept in your bed besides you? Sara. If the last person you had sex with asked you to date them, would you? No. What color is your car? (Or the one you drive most often) White. How long have you been single? (Or dating your current interest) Sara and I have been together a year and ten months. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yeah. Do you own any books written by musicians? Yeah, Ozzy's autobiography. What is your most interesting invention? Probably some RP characters. Have you ever seen someone sleepwalk? Once. Have you ever thought about getting your tongue pierced? It is pierced. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? N/A yet. Do you like your phone? NO. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Bitch hell no. Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? The woman who adopted Kaiju. I miss him, damn. Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? No. Do you know a James? I knew one years ago. If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? British. It sounds sophisticated and just generally attractive to me. Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? I don't and never have. Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? Yeah. Have you ever owned an Axolotl? No, but they cute. What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? I actually don't know. Probably just around two hours. How often do you use Snapchat? I don't have one/never had. Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? Yes. Where do you usually find surveys from? Tumblr, and if I'm desperate, LiveJournal. Have you ever missed a flight? Yep. The airport biz took WAY longer than any of us expected. What is your favorite film from your childhood? The Lion King. I think it's always been my fave, honestly, I just never really thought about JUST HOW MUCH I love the film and its story since I was a kid. Do you know anyone who is named after a state? Uhhh I know at least one Caroline, and that's close enough? Jason's mom's name is a state, too. What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? I was getting a full blood panel done to check my thyroid. Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No. Well, my elementary school and church used to do these "movies on the lawn" type things where they used a huge projector to play a movie outside around late evening, but I don't know if that counts. Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? N/A How often do you use Instagram? I usually check it once a day or two to follow certain celebs' stories 'n shit. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? If so, do you still smoke? No. Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim. Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? If so, what is your favorite? Y'all know I love me some conspiracies. My favorite - as in most interesting, not that I seriously believe in it - is the one that our current reality is just a simulation from a "future" civilization for study or just play purposes. It's interesting to think about with alarming evidence. Elon Musk 100% believing in it puts more "hey this might actually be worth considering" into it, but I think I lean more towards it being false. It's not something I think about much though as I have THE most Detroit: Become Human mindset about it ever, lmao. It just doesn't matter to me. Wow, what a ramble. Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? I find tattoos (usually) attractive in general, so like- What is your favorite Netflix original series? I have no clue what's Netflix-exclusive. I don't watch it. Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? Yep, or at least something similar to it. My sister especially loved those little things. Do you have a favorite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? Dunno if tagging random people in surveys is annoying, so I'll break the link, but @/thedarkeststarsurveys seems super cool and nice. Would you rather be able to control fire or water? Probably fire for self-defense purposes, and I just like fire. Water seems... overall pretty useless to control, unless you can like, manifest it. Then you could solve a world of problems. Have you ever used your phone in class or at work without anyone knowing? Actually no. Have you ever been to Canada? No. What is your favorite condiment to put on fries? Ketchup. Do any famous people follow you on Twitter or Instagram? Definitely not to my knowledge, but I highly doubt it. Do you usually take the stairs or the elevator? Elevator. Even though I'm scared of them. Stairs and my horrible knees don't mix. What salads do you usually get on your Subway order? None. Have you ever made your own cocktails at home? Not myself. My old friend did. Have you seen all the Star Wars films? I watched the first three disinterestedly with Girt once, and neither of us liked them. I didn't get the appeal at all. Do you own any shirts with funny words or pictures on them? Yeah. Are your eyes the same color they were when you were a baby? They were more blue. Do you take the pickle off your burgers? No. Who do you share your bathroom with? Anyone else in the house. What color is your bed frame? Brown. Have you ever kissed someone you met that day? No. Do you share a bed with anyone? No. Well, excluding Roman and sometimes Teddy. Name all the people you know that you’ve seen today. My mom. When a car cuts you off, is the driver a jerk or is there an explanation? "Most of the time the driver is a jerk." <<< Yep. What are your thoughts on cosmetic surgery? You do you, boo. Has a man/woman ever broke your heart? If so, have you recovered? Yes, and yes as well as a PTSD victim can; your brain is literally changed after trauma, and considering I still have dreams/nightmares about him very regularly and he suddenly crosses my mind literally every single day despite never wanting to think about him, I don't think you could consider me totally recovered. Name a few things that make you really happy. Really happy? Being with Sara, Mark doing so much as blinking, long car rides with my music blaring way too loud, finding a new song and binging it for hours, a mount dropping in WoW goddamn y'all I have over 300, being complimented on my photography (or like... anything), my niece and/or nephew saying they love me or anything along those lines without being prompted (ex. when leaving, that kinda stuff), going to Olive Garden 'cuz breadsticks and spicy shrimp fritas lol, finishing a drawing and actually liking the result, getting Venus out and she acts like a cuddlebug the whole time, uh... other stuff that isn't coming to me. What’s your favorite type of sushi? Never tried it, don't want to. Have you ever read a book about a character in a psych ward? I don't think so. Have you ever been in a mental hospital as a patient? Too many times fuck but those days done fam. Do you take birth control pills? Currently for taming the pain and symptoms of my cycle, but it's hopefully changing to a longer, better solution soon to just totally eliminate it to remove its effects on my mood entirely for mental health tracking purposes. When’s the last time you got a new outfit? I don't buy full outfits. Do you have an imaginary best friend? (i.e., someone you wish was your best friend but currently isn’t) No. Do you like soy sauce? NO. Do you have a good doctor? I haven't had her long, but she's nice and seems knowledgeable. What’s your favorite store to browse around? Whew, Hot Topic my friends. Do you ever meditate on Scripture? No. Do you like poetry? Yeah. What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend had? Dawson. Do you have expensive tastes? Definitely not. What is your dream job? Meerkat biologist or paleontologist. What is your favorite music style currently? I've been digging power metal a lot lately. I like, live off of Powerwolf. I've been wanting to find more symphonic metal I enjoy, too... Are you wearing comfortable clothes right now? Yeah. Is there a bad habit you’re trying to break right now? Yeah, rather just keep it quiet. Is it easy to find a job in your preferred field in your home town? Fuck. No. When is the last time you went to a fun fair? ~August 2015. I remember it because it happened pretty shortly before the breakup. How about an amusement park? I have zero clue. Probably not since I went to Disney World as a child. Ladies: Would you ever consider proposing? If not, why not? If I'm with a woman, yes. I don't really have a proper reason why I wouldn't if I was with a man... I have NO problem with women proposing to men, I just think I'd personally feel weird. Oh, that makes sense; the fact of how I am with men - scared and doubtful - probably says a good deal. I'd want to see "oh wow he actually wants to be with me so much he's asking himself." Gentlemen: How would you feel, if you were proposed to? N/A Have you ever played the original Mass Effect trilogy? No. If so, which Shepard and who do you like romancing the best? N/A Let’s say there’s a person in need. They need money which they can’t make. Would you be more likely to help them out, if a celebrity asked you to? "Tbh right now I’m not really in a position to help anyone out financially. But hypothetically if I had the money to do so, some celebrity’s opinion wouldn’t matter." <<< This. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Pretty much always. I don't tend to try new foods. Or do you always try out something new? ^ No. Would you rather live next to a kindergarten or an old folks’ home? Holy fuck, the latter. Living next to a school, esp. elementary, might even be a deal-breaker as far as buying a house goes. I'm not dealing with the noise and traffic. What was the last game that you played? I'm "playing" World of Warcraft currently, waiting for a stupid dinosaur to spawn to be denied a mount again. :^) What do you know about Finland? Nothing. Where was the postcard from that traveled the longest way to you? I don't think I've ever gotten a postcard. Have you ever made jewelry? Besides like those bead, "friendship," and plastic bracelets that were popular in the early 2000s, no. Which app do you use the most on your phone? Uhhhh I think Facebook? I don't use apps much. Did you learn to play an instrument as a kid? If so, which one? Recorders in elementary school and then flute in middle school-junior year in high school. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Mark uploading cries. What’s your dad’s hair color? It's almost entirely gray now, but it's naturally black. Who was the last person you heard sing? Myself, I think. Surprisingly. Do you bite your lips a lot? My bottom one, occasionally. Have you ever dated someone with tattoos? For less than a day. Did you donate to Haiti? No. I've never had a source of stable income. Are your parents rich? BITCH- What’s your mom’s job? She's a pharmacy tech. Have you ever thrown up in public? Yes. In the middle of my 1st grade class lmaaaoooo. Have you ever failed gym in school? No. Are you scared of dogs? Nope. What reality show would you like to be in? None. What TV show makes you laugh? Most consistently, That '70s Show. Doesn't matter that I've seen I think every episode multiple times, I still laugh so easily at it. Family Feud gets me good too, if it's Steve Harvey hosting it. Have you ever heard of Joe Purdy? If so, do you like his music? Never heard of 'im. What is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen? Probably Johnny Got His Gun. Would you ever wear real fur? Fuck no. Who do you envy and why? Successful people. Because I'm the polar opposite. What color is the house you live in? Khaki. Which one of your friends is most likely to be famous one day? Why? Probablyyyy... Shannen. She is phenomenal at photography and already employed in NY with a fashion company for it. I am unbelievably envious of her, too, but also very happy. She deserves it. Do you have a favorite cousin? No. I rarely ever see my cousins, and if I do, it's usually just two. What is the worst present you have ever gotten? I've never gotten a "bad" gift. I appreciate the thought behind anything. Like I've gotten things entirely unrelated to me, but I still appreciate them. Who was it from? N/A Who is your favorite author? Don't have one. Do you shave your arms? No.

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Loneliness and Smoking: The Cost of desire to reconnect

Prompt: Met on the fire escape outside the apartment for smokes AU

A/N: Okay, quick little note, basically since last Summer I vowed to myself to get into FanFic writing. Little note, I did give it a go back in 2011 with Buffy/Angel and Charmed, but what happened was that I’d get hooked on a new show and lose motivation and the will to write more, this was on an old account which I’ve since forgotten the password and deleted the email account for it (But it’s DrBangelWho if anyone is curious about a 14 year old’s foray into FanFic). Anyway, I wrote a page of a FanFic I was writing when on holiday, but haven’t gotten back to it since on the holiday I got too busy (It was a Film Festival) and once again got distracted and Uni took over. So, this one is just for me to get into the swing of things. There is no planning, making it up on the spot and I took this prompt from the list of Prompts on the Klaroline FanFic directory. So wish me luck!

If you asked Caroline “where you’d see yourself in 10 years” when she was 15, she would have said “I would have graduated from Yale with a degree in journalism and anchoring the late-night news slot on CNN, gearing up for the prime-time slot when I’m thirty, and living with my future husband, Stefan”. Yeah, 15 year old Caroline was naïve, because here she is 25, single living in New York with Stefan, working as a hotel receptionist, her best friend and his latest “Epic Love” Ivy – Seriously he only met her two days ago and she’s already unofficially moved in. For all she knows, Ivy could be a psychopath ready to murder us in the night!

Currently, Caroline is stuck at the umpteenth weekly dinner, in attendance is her, Stefan who is fondling Ivy’s hands non-stop, Damon who is clearly trying to get off with Elena – Why Elena is married to him, Caroline doesn’t know and she does not understand why her friends and close to him, she tried to cut him out of her life but her friends just gain up on her – well, except Katherine, but she’s off endlessly travelling the globe. Bonnie use to but then Elena got to her, speaking of Bonnie she was here with my best friend from College and her boyfriend Enzo, but they had to leave because Bonnie’s daughter Emily was ill and their babysitter has school tomorrow. So basically Caroline is the third, well the fifth wheel in this disgusting orgy.

“I’m gonna barf” she muttered. She’s had enough, she needs a breather.

“I’m going to go out and grab some wine,” She told the group with a raised voice, they clearly didn’t notice, as Caroline opened the door “and drink it all myself.” She added, not bothering to be quiet about it. As she exited her apartment she shut the door and saw the fire escape and immediately climbed out the window and climbed up the top of the stairs near the roof.

“Hey,” Caroline said as she sat down.

“Sup” The sandy-haired man replied next to her. This has been happening for months, it started back in September when Caroline needed to escape from her mom visiting and Damon was doing his sleazy schmoozing with my mom and he was there, in her spot.

“Hey, move” Caroline snapped at him, she needed a cigarette and she needed one right now. He looked at me, smirk, chuckled and just sat there! “Buddy, listen I’m not in the mood, my mom is down in my flat, speaking to my roommate’s creep of a brother and asking me when I’m getting married and where my life is heading, so would you pretty pleased move your pretty ass elsewhere so I can have a cheeky little smoke before my mom tries to look for me.” She rambled.

He just sat there, Caroline could tell that he homed in on that “pretty ass” comment, she tried to not let her inner embarrassment show, he then stopped looking at me and started facing the skyline. “Asshole! Ugh!” Caroline muttered badly, and she walked out, she likes to smoke alone, that way she can hide the judgment and have alone time, she decided that she’d simply turn up later when he isn’t there.

This kept happening every other day, sometimes he would be there, other times she’d be there first, he refused to leave if Caroline was there first, and eventually, they developed a pattern. They’d just still by the fire escape at the top, and smoke, sometimes they shared if one of us ran out. No words were spoken, and they barely know anything about each other – Caroline only found out that he was British in December when they started communicating with one-worded syllables knowing nothing about each other.

“Give me that,” she said as she snatched the cigarette out of his hands. Okay, she’s in a very bad mood. She could tell that he was slightly annoyed by her tone, but Caroline tonight didn’t care. Her life is going nowhere, and she’s never felt so alone in her life.

“What has your boyfriend done this time?” He quipped to her, although there was an unexplained tone to it, something was up, she couldn’t tell what.

As Caroline breathed out the smoke, “What? Boyfriend?” This is new territory, where did this come from? What is he on about? “Stefan? Oh god no! I mean, when I met him at school, yeah I was attracted to him, but it literally died the next day when he started talking about his hero hair to me, I’ve learnt to never date a guy that would rather talk about his hair and other girls, than you.” She scoffed as she said it. “I mean, his hair isn’t even that great, you know?”

She could have sworn that she heard him say “Good”. “So, what has gotten yourself into a twist then?” He said hesitantly.

“I’m sorry, but what is going on?” She had to ask confusingly, they don’t do this. They smoke in silence and go their own way. This is how she likes it, no one can judge her. “I’m not going to unload myself to some stranger- ”

“I’m not a stranger” he cut her off.

“Or some guy whose name I don’t know.” She sharply responded.

“Klaus” he answered, just as Caroline finished her sentence.

“Caroline” She countered. “I’m not going to tell you.” He continued looking at her, he even started to rest his elbows on his knees and hands under his chin. Arrogant ass. He looks at her knowingly.

“Fine!” she shouted at him. Klaus started to smirk. “Wipe that smirk off, you ass!” He didn’t, or he did but he didn’t stop smiling. Caroline took her time, how is she going to explain this. “I hate my life okay. All my friends are in long-term relationships, know what they are doing or are Stefan. And my life sucks about, I have a degree in Journalism, I thought I’d be working at a news station by now, my roommate is inconsiderate and selfish, he dates all these women, proclaim them as the love of his life, they move in, I have to clean up the mess, then they break up and it’s just rinse and repeat. Then I just had it up to here with his brother, he is not just an ass, he is a fucking dickhead, who had consistently done beyond shitty things and my friends know that he has done this and what he has done to m- but don’t care. Meanwhile, my mom is complaining about my job as a receptionist, wanting me to move home, asking if I found someone – man or women, she says I can’t be choosy anymore – and I’m just at breaking point, I’m wondering why am I here, because there is nothing for me in New York, I have a degree which is useless, a job I hate and I’m not even sure if I want a career in journalism anymore!” Caroline ranted and rambled, it started off quiet but as she vented, her confidence grew. As she finished, however, her confidence suddenly shrank and now she was embarrassed, he probably thinks that it was petty and a spoilt brat and now he’d never want her company again. “I’m sorry,” she said nervously as she changed her tune. “I’ve gotta go” she handed him the cigarette quickly and raced back down to her flat completely embarrassed.

“Caroline” she heard him say, but right now she didn’t care.

It’s been 5 days since that incident, and she hasn’t gone back up there since, opting to smoke on her way home from work instead. Stefan has broken up with Ivy, who did not take it well – there were slaps and tears. Caroline would have laughed if one of those slaps weren’t directed at her as she accused her of turning Stefan against her. He’s now moved onto Valerie, she’s saner but more standoffish, cold, unapproachable, Caroline honestly doesn’t care about Stefan’s “loves” anymore. “Hey, blondie!” Damon snarked – Elena and him have temporarily moved in while their flat is getting fixed after it got flooded.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped. It was only her and Damon.

“Aww, come on, Carebear, don’t be like that I thought we were friends.” He teasingly answered.

“Are you kidding me, in what world would I seriously be friends with you after what you did.” She shot back. Is he for real? She is not in the mood today and he was just making her mad, madder than she’s been in a long time.

“Okay, we had some fun in high school. You regretted it afterwards, caused some usual drama, I’m over it” He light-heartedly answered, trying to go in for a hug. Something in Caroline switched.

“Are you fucking kidding me! We did not have some ‘fun’ as you eloquently put it. You know what I did and I weren’t lying when I told Elena 7 years ago.”

“Hang on, you said yes!” Damon cut in as he sobered up.

“No. I may have said yes at first, but then you started verbally assaulting me, telling me I was weak and pathetic. I don’t tend to want to sleep with guys that speak to me like crap. I withdrew my consent, I said no, you wouldn’t accept it, you wouldn’t let me go. You…you…” She couldn’t say the words, she never could she knew what he did, but she couldn’t say it to him, by saying it, she goes back to being that 18 year old girl. “…And afterwards, you continued to verbally abuse me, until you got with Elena and I don’t know how, but you got everyone to forgive you, to think it’s alright. 'Oh, Caroline just needs to move on. Caroline just needs to toughen up. Well, she was all over Damon, she got what she wanted’ and you know what I did toughen up, I tried to deal with it because I weirdly wanted my friends’ happiness above myself. I’m done. Fuck you, Damon.” She then stormed out of the apartment.

“Wait why did I storm out, it’s my apartment.” She muttered to herself outside the door, well she can’t go back in, kind of negates her power moment there. She snuck out the fire escape and saw that it was empty. Perfect. She sat in her usual spot, it was weird, she didn’t realise how empty she felt, sitting by herself, as she lit her cigarette and as she took a smoke, “I should really quit” she spoke to herself.

“You’ve been avoiding me” Caroline stopped smoking, she heard a voice above her, not just any voice, a particular cocky, annoying voice. With a god damn sexy – very sexy – British accent. She looked up.

“Hey, the roof is banned remember!?” She shouted, trying to avoid the subject. This was not the plan.

“I’ve been here every day you know. I wanted to check if you were alright, but you never came.” Klaus confronted her, Caroline could detect a bit of a sad tone in his voice, she immediately felt guilty, she tried to explain. “No, don’t talk, I want to show you something.” He added and he reached for her hand, to help her up on the roof. As she turned around, she saw the most beautiful thing ever. There were fairy lights hung up everywhere, a tartan blanket on the floor, accompanied by a picnic basket. She never thought that a roof in a cheap apartment building could look so stunning. “I…er…know that you feel that your life sucks, and you might be going through a bit of a crisis. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted you to feel better, even if it’s more a moment.” He explained nervously, Caroline found it weird as his arrogant demeanour was gone and was replaced by a nervous schoolboy as he looked down, scratching his neck.“

"Thanks.” Caroline answered. Touched. She proceeded to sit on the blanket. “Well, aren’t you going to pour me a drink?” she quipped at him. Caroline couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he shocked? A smile formed, and he proceeded to sit down.

They talked for hours, they lost track of time, there was a lot of laughter, Caroline has not had this much fun in years, she forgot everything that was going on in her life. She checked her phone and saw it was 10pm, “It’s 10. We should probably…” She gently said to him, after a period of blissful silence.

“Right.” He answered. He started to pack everything away, Caroline decided to help, after they were done, they headed down the fire escape back into the apartment building. They realised that they didn’t want to leave each other’s company and took the long route back down. They just walked in silence, having never felt this much calm in years. They reached Klaus’s apartment first. “So…” he said as he broke the silence.

“So…” she was starting to feel awkward. Nervous and awkward, why does this feel like a first date?

“As he put the key into his door, "Umm…I had a lot of fun, do you want to do this again? But like properly?” He was nervous again. Caroline found it cute, but strangely was missing the cocky Klaus she has known for months.

“I had fun to do, umm…yeah okay,” Caroline answered. Caroline knew that she was starting to blush, but right now she didn’t care.

“Ok, cool.” He answered with a slight smile. They were in silence once again. Do they hug? Kiss? Why are they suddenly acting like they have never dated people before?

“I’m going to let you go.” Caroline answered, partly to fill in the silence, but also to end it, if one of them didn’t stop, she didn’t know how long they’d be standing in the hallway in silence. Klaus turns the keys in the keyhole and opened the door. Caroline could see the old Klaus return, he had a sense of renewed confidence, with one foot in the door, he turned around and immediately kissed a surprised Caroline on the lips. It was gentle and very charged, they kept being pulled into this their own personal bubble, this kiss wasn’t about lust or sex. It was about the beginning of something. Something special. Something great. Klaus stopped the kiss but Caroline didn’t want to. She kept her eyes closed a little longer, she could feel his smirk burning through her closed eyes, so Caroline opened them.

“Bye” Klaus grinned, the asshole. He’s back to his normal self, which infuriated Caroline. Not because he was being an ass. It was because she was still attracted to him. Just as Klaus was about to close the door, she heard a second voice from inside the flat.

“Oh good, you finally asked her out. It only took you four months!” a feminine, also British voice shouted through the flat. Klaus went red, he was mortified, Caroline started to laugh. Oh, how the tables have turned.

She continued laughing, until she remembered what she heard, “Wait a sec, 4 months!”

A/N: Okay, that’s it, folks. I know that I left some open bits. Basically, I wanted to leave it open for a potential sequel but from Klaus’s POV, one which would address Damon more and give that a conclusion. I just had to include it based on what happened in TVD, I couldn’t ignore it when I mentioned Damon, but at the same time, I didn’t want the whole one-shot to be about that. As I said, I wanted to leave a lot open for a potential sequel. I know a lot isn’t resolved and it was done purposely because as I wrote it, I realised that I wanted to explore that period of adulthood, between when you leave College and went you really hit adulthood and you are kind of lost.

Review, like do it all. Constructive criticism is appreciated, I wrote this on the spot, to try and get through a little stumbling block so I can write more, I haven’t written in years. So reviews would be greatly appreciated.

[bnha-hcs]

Winning Their Heart - Chapter 1 - Bakugou Katsuki

Ahhhh this is at like,,,, 3 Am for me and idk why it took me like a year to write this I literally started on this as soon as I go home around 9:30??? 

Anywho, here’s the first chapter! I hope you all enjoy because Todoroki is up next!! 

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The cool breeze of Autumn had you furiously trying to keep your nose buried into your scarf and your hands tucked away in the pockets of your jacket. Walking to school had its perks but you were certainly feeling waves of regret after declining the offer for your parents to drive you today. An aggravated sigh left your lips as you made your way down the sidewalk until you were at the gates of the school. You see Bakugou a ways off, about halfway down the path towards to doors to the school and you pick up your pace a bit to attempt to catch up to him. He pretends not to notice you as you slide up next to him, almost breathless.

“You’re early again today!” You chirp keeping pace with him.

“Yeah, what of it?” He grumbles as he throws open one of the doors to the building. You note how he holds it open a second longer for you to slip in.

“Well, you’ve been getting here early for the past few days now.” You point out. He stops to give you a slightly annoyed look but you continue. “Any particular reason?”

“Why don’t you just mind your own goddamn business…?!” He snaps at you quickly. You hum in response, not even batting an eyelash at his little flare up at you.

“I knew it, so there is a reason!” You say, going to waggle your finger in his face. “I bet it’s because-”

You’re cut off when the red eyes male grabs your hand in his face and pulls you forward, much closer than you’d ever been to him before and he gives you a heated glare. By the luck of the gods, you were so happy that your cheeks were still nipped from the cold air outside or your red cheeks would have given you away instantly. While staring into his eyes, yours wide with surprise, his grip on your hand tightened and you could hear your erratic heartbeat in your ears.

“I said, mind your fucking business, shit head.” He growls before letting you go a little harshly. Bakugou’s quick to make his exit in a right huff, small explosions emanating from his calloused hands.

You stand there and blink, once, twice, three times before you finally can get yourself to move. Well that was odd... Never in your life had you seen him be so defensive over a reason for being somewhere. It gets the gears in your head turning and while you slipped on your school shoes you pondered reasons on his sudden need to be here at an earlier time. You’re lost in thought for the rest of the morning while oblivious to the gaze of a certain ashen blond boy.

After getting to your seat and sitting down, Bakugou leans back, feet on his desk while he silently broods over his own thoughts. You’re sure he’s enraptured in his own thoughts about classes and becoming a hero but little did you know that most of his thoughts were completely elsewhere. Peeking in, one could see that his thoughts were actually about you, and more specifically, why the hell he even liked you in the first place. To be completely honest, he had liked you for a while now, but Bakugou wouldn’t be Bakugou unless he vehemently denied anything akin to feelings for anybody. So he did, and for a long while, too. Though it’s no secret that the harder he tried to push away his growing feelings for you, the stronger they came back whenever he was alone with you.

Like this morning…

This morning, even though classes still haven’t started yet, he felt like you were a little too smart for your own good. He had regrettably cut you off before you had said what you were thinking, which could either being a blessing or a curse. He didn’t need your ass finding out about his situation too quickly, but now he was worried that you actually knew. And it would be a little too soon as it is anyways, since he had only recently come to terms with these things called feelings. Yes, the things that made his heart pick up when he heard your voice, and cause him to falter in his normal aggression towards everyone. You had refused to leave him alone since day one, determined to befriend him for one reason or another and even though he hated to admit it, Bakugou had let you whittle away a piece of the walls surrounding his heart and now had yourself as a chink in his armor.

His thoughts were subverted as the door slid open to reveal more or less a good other chunk of the class. Kirishima and Kaminari had already began to make their way over to him, no doubt to bother him about some new novelty they had found on the internet. Bakugou grumbled something under his breath before shooting you a quick glance, seeing you also making your way over. It was going to be a long day…

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On his way back from lunch, Bakugou found himself awash with thoughts about you. Annoyingly enough you were already beside him, going on about some weird thing you saw on the internet. Or was it about the cute cat you had seen the other day? He wasn’t sure where the conversation had drifted to because he was busy with his own thoughts. Just how the hell was he going to try to confess his feelings to you? How do people do this sort of thing in the first place? Knowing you, if he just flat out said that he liked you, you’d probably think he was playing some sort of cruel joke on you. And he wouldn’t be able to convince you otherwise unless he wanted to kiss you in front of a bunch of complete strangers and classmates.

Maybe if he was nicer to you he’d gain more ground on trying to hint the idea to you. For a second he tried to smile, causing your face to fall and give him a scared look.

“Bakugou? Are you okay? Something weird is happening to your face!” You panicked, going to try and shove your face into his to get a better look. For some reason, you not understanding him trying to smile really pissed him off.

“S-Shut up! I’m fucking fine just get your shitty face out of mine!” He yelled.

Ugh, so that was a no… Man he was so goddamn lucky the others weren’t around to see that mess. He watched you and the quizzical look you wore on your face while you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it a few seconds later, thinking it best to drop whatever the hell you just witnessed. He felt so fucking embarrassed hoooo boy this was a new layer of suffering he had just entered. Bakugou trudged off down the hall with you attempting to trail behind, mad at both you, and himself.

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Bakugou was beside himself on what to do when it came to confessing to you. Maybe he should go old fashioned and get you some flowers? People like flowers right? But flowers coming from someone like him might send the wrong message. Like he was already planning your funeral or something akin to the world ending. Plus that just wasn’t him at all… Get that weak ass shit outta here! But the problem was, there was no real sort of Bakugou way of confessing to you. It’s not like he could blast apart a wall and have it look like a heart shape for you. He could, but who the hell would even do that? Just thinking about it made him cringe at himself. Just what was he going to do?

“Hey Baks, what’s with the face?” Kirishima asked, leaning over while standing by Bakugou’s desk. There was a break and Kirishima had come over to discuss his new, manly, training routine for his early mornings.

“None of your business shitty hair.” He grumbled, glancing behind himself quickly to get a glimpse of you before rummaging through his pockets for his phone.

He stopped when he heard Kirishima let out a small sort of squeal, loud enough for Bakugou to hear and stun him for a second. It took him a good few moments to understand just what Kirishima was making such a fuss about until he looked up at him again.

“You like, (Y/N).” Kirishima said quietly.

Bakugou shot up out of his seat suddenly and went straight for the door with the red haired boy chasing after him. It took everything in his being not to sock the guy in the face with a good ol fashioned explosion, especially since he was already low on patience as it was.

“If you fucking say anything I’ll kill you!” Bakugou yelled, suddenly turning on his heel and grabbing Kirishima by the front of his shirt.

“Whoa, whoa! Who said I was gonna tell?” Kirishima defended himself. “I think this could be great for you y’know? Get a nice partner, settle down a little bit…”

“Fuck off!” He snapped back.

“Come on dude, me and the squad can help you out. (Y/N) is totally your type and-”

The door to the classroom down the hall and your head peeked out, looking at the two of them curiously. Kirishima looked back and forth between you and Bakugou while you stepped out into the hall a little.

“Uh, class is about to begin so… You might wanna wrap up whatever you’re doing out here.” You called from the doorway. There was a small pause, borderlining on something akin to awkward, that you all had to deal with before you slipped back into the classroom. As soon as you were gone, Kirishima whipped his head over to looked at the seething Bakugou, who looked a little more than flustered.

“Stay out of this.”

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It was the end of the day, and boy was Bakugou spent both emotionally and mentally. He watched as you tucked your face into your scarf before looking out from the glass door to the outside. You were bundled up in a big jacket and a scarf that made you look particularly pleasant to hug. In fact, he had to resist the sudden urge to wander over there and hug you from behind; a sort of gesture he had been thinking of doing to you multiple times throughout the day. Instead he came up beside you and pressed his hand against the door, waiting a second before he said anything.

“Are you going or not?” He asked gruffly.

“Might as well… I’m going to have to go out eventually.” You hummed a little sadly.

He wasn’t really sure how to respond so he pushed the door open after a good moment of standing there trying to figure out what to say or do. You followed him out the door and let out a small squeak a large gust of cold air hit you right in your face, causing your scarf to go flying. A fair amount of startled noises left you and you were pretty sure Bakugou was a little weirded out by them as you desperately tried to catch your runaway scarf. When the wind finally settled down the scarf went to land neatly at Bakugou’s feet, to which he let out his signature ‘tch’ at. Grabbing it he trudged over to you, who stood there a little dumbfounded and embarrassed.

“Here, lemme fucking do it since you can’t apparently.” He griped while stepping in front of you.

You didn’t say anything, instead opting to stand there and let him wrap your own scarf around you. It was a little bit of a slow process, the wind still continuing to batter you senseless. By the time he was finished you were shivering more than ever now. Bakugou frowned at you, eyebrows knitting together in some mix between anger for the fact that you didn’t bring a heavier jacket, and concern for you.

“You should’ve brought a bigger jacket, dumbass.” He said, obviously talking about your shaking form.

“I didn’t think it was going to get colder.” You whined trying to hug yourself for warmth.

You heard his little ‘tch’ once more and before you knew it, Bakugou was dragging you with him by the wrist and down the pathway out of the front gates. You sputtered out a long jumble of words since you were caught completely off guard, but you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest from his hand on your wrist. It was different from this morning, and you weren’t too sure what and how you should be feeling right now.

“W-Where are we going?” You asked breathlessly trying to keep pace with him.

“This cafe down the street, so you won’t fucking freeze to death.” He stated flatly, as if were the most obvious thing in the world.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the cafe he was talking about and the warmth you felt as soon as the two of you walked through the door was very much welcome. You breathed a sigh of relief both from the fact that you weren’t going to freeze to death and also from finally getting to catch your breath after running down the entire street to get here. Looking over to Bakugou you noted that he had barely broken a sweat making you feel like you were completely out of shape. You sighed, oddly content with your mixed emotions.

“Are you sure they’re just gonna let us hang here?” You asked, suddenly remembering that you hadn’t brought your wallet today.

“No, just go order something.” He said scanning the menu board himself.

“Well, I don’t have any money.” You mumbled scratching the back of your head. You half expected Bakugou to get angry at you, but he was already taking out his wallet and shoving you forward to the counter.

“Go.”

“W-Wait are you sure this is okay I don’t want you to have to-”

“Hello! How can I help you?” The lady at the counter cut your blubbering off and it took another glance at the boy you were with before you could order something.

“Um, I’ll just take a small, green tea latte please…” You said quietly, puffing out your cheeks.

“And I’ll get a medium coffee, no room for anything.” Bakugou said holding out what looked like a credit card.

Once the transaction was approved and everything, the two of you sat down at a small table towards the center of the cafe. It wasn’t too far in considering how you weren’t too sure how long you were staying, yet you wanted to stay away from the windows as much as possible. Bakugou sat across from you, his usual small frown on his face as he checked his phone. You sat there, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs as you waited patiently for your drinks.

“Thanks for paying for my drink… It was really sweet of you.” You said quietly, looking away.

He froze. You? Calling him sweet?? It almost sounded impossible to describe someone as bitter and spicy as Bakugou is as sweet. He stared at you in disbelief, even as the server came over to set down his coffee. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed after a few minutes did he do something. A message popped up on his screen from Kirishima. Although, the message completely and utterly confused him when he read it.

:Shitty Hair:

:: Why haven’t you drank your coffee yet? ::

What the fuck.

Looking up and behind a confused looking you, he saw a table of vaguely familiar looking people who he then recognized as the Bakusquad. He was SO going to kill Kirishima tomorrow. All of them really, no one was exempt from this upcoming thrashing.

:Bakuhoe:

:: Get the fuck out of here or I’ll kill every single one of you ::

Bakugou let his face fall in his hands and let out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at you, who looked extremely confused and concerned. You placed a hand to his forehead making him stop in his tracks and focus on this strange new feeling of you touching his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been so weird all day.” You said, worry lacing your voice.

“I’m fine, I’m just being pestered by Kirishima.” He said the last part a little loud, earning various chuckles from the table of Kirishima and the gang.

“Okay…” You said slowly. “If you say so.”

Bakugou let out some sort of guttural noise when another text came in from Kirishima. He was at his wits end at this point and he was literally this (THIS) close to going over there and running them out of the cafe. Though, if he did that he’d surely be kicked out for life for harassing customers.

:Shitty Hair:

:: When are you going to confess? ::

:Bakuhoe:

::None of your fucking business asswipe ::

:Shitty Hair:

:: If you don’t do it now we’re going to go over and tell them ::

:Bakuhoe:

:: You wouldn’t fucking dare ::

The sudden rustling of people getting out of chairs made Bakugou shoot up out of his chair and ball his fists up, almost as if daring them to come over. There was a rustling of people sitting back down, albeit much slower now. By now Bakugou was not only scaring you, but the staff at the cafe. Some of the customers were also giving him weird stares but it wasn’t like he cared about what they thought of him at all. The only thing he cared about right now was you. He sat back down and let out another sigh before going to pick up his cup to chug about half of its contents. Setting it down he leaned a bit over the table.

“Oi, I have something I need to tell you.” Bakugou said, gritting his teeth after catching your attention.

“I hope it’s an explanation for why you’re acting so weird.” You said slowly, but nonetheless gave him your attention.

“Just shut up and listen.” He quipped. There were a few moments of buffer time until he managed to actually say it. “I like you.”

Pause.

“You w h a t?” You asked, thinking you couldn’t have heard him right. “Are you sure?”

“Will you fucking go out with me or not?!” He asked a little forcefully.

“I will!” You said back before covering you mouth. You couldn’t believe you had actually said it but your sudden outburst had you both sitting there in a stunned silence. The blood rushed to your face and you couldn’t even manage to look at him; you could just feeling his heated gaze on you anyways.

“I.. I like you, too.”

[reveriesforyou]

Beneath the Shade of the Sunflowers

Hi guys! This imagine was inspired by early beat poetry, (namely Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsberg) so I hope that you like it! It's starts out really sweet, but ends really filthy? I hope that's okay lol???? I just wanna blow Tom Holland? (But also love him, and make sure he's happy forever?)

Beneath the Shade of the Sunflowers

Tom watched her glide a tube of soft, rose lipstick over her mouth and smear concealer beneath her eyes. She dragged a heavy brush through her hair and sighed at her reflection.

    He crossed across the room and slid behind her in the chair she sat in, her legs crossed while Tom’s legs spread behind her back. They were so close that Tom could feel her inhaling. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He moved a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.

    “Meh,” She voiced back to him, looking down at the floor. Tom knew something was bothering her, he just couldn’t decipher what.

    “Don’t give me that, what’s wrong? Let me help fix it,” Tom said as he traced her shoulders through her jumper.

    “I just, don’t, I don’t know, feel that pretty right now.” She paused and Tom’s mouth dropped open, the million and one beautiful things about her were ready to leap from his lips, when she cut him off by speaking again. “I’m breaking out on my chin, my face is too square, and my eyes are too big for my face. My thighs are just, ugh, you know what? Let’s not even talk about those tree trunks right now,” Her lower lip trembled and water sparkled in her eyes. She stopped and leaned forward to fiddle with a makeup brush.

    Tom quickly removed his body from it’s place behind her own, and got down on both knees onto their floor, taking her face in his palms. He kissed her closed eyes and wiped the tears away the best that he could. “Let take you somewhere that will make you feel better.”

    She nodded and Tom grabbed her bag from their kitchen table as he locked the door.

    Truth be told, Tom had planned to take her to this place under better circumstances. He wanted to plan a candlelit dinner, maybe get some eclairs and strawberries, definitely some champagne, but he knew she needed this place right now. Her hand was curled beneath her head as she leaned up against his car’s window, while Tom kept one hand focused on the steering wheel, and the other hand holding her own.

    Tom had found the place while he was hiking with some of his friends and he was completely awestruck by how much it reminded him of her.

It was secluded, hidden beneath layers of trees and leaves. When the wind blew and tickled the leaves, it sounded like groups of fairies flitting from tree to tree. Overgrown sunflowers, daisies and weeds scattered the ground with color and he could hear the soft brush of waves somewhere that he was unable to locate. When the sun bled through the leaves, everything was enveloped in a hazy, dreamy glow.

He wanted to build her a treehouse here.

Tom could picture them, kissing underneath a tree, while the leaves rustled around them and her hair tickled his chin. He thought about her voice echoing through the emptiness, the love that only she could portray through her words, marking the haven as their own.

Tom could visualize them fucking in the treehouse. Blankets, pillows, stacks of novels would be scattered all over the floor, and she’d be begging him to love her harder. He’d hold her hand when she came, and he’d lick the drops of their time together from in between her legs and they’d share a bottle of water when they just couldn’t go anymore.

He parked the car and guided her to the spot, helping her over rocks and debris. Tom couldn’t wait to show her how much she meant to him, even though he wished that he’d had time to build her their treehouse, and to cook her something sweet for dessert.

After thirty minutes of walking, the pair finally reached their destination. Tom let go of her hand and watched, his back up against a tree, as she spun in circles, drinking in the image of their place around her.

She couldn’t believe that Tom had stumbled upon this place. It was like pixie hollow brought to life, and she opened and shut her mouth like a guppy, unsure where to start her exploration.

“When I got lost on that hike I told you about, this is where I ended up. I knew it was made for you because it’s the most ethereal place that I can think of, that I know of. You belong here, with all the trees, and the flowers, and the light. I’m going to make this all for you.” Tom’s boots crunched across the leaves as he made his way over to her. He noticed her eyes were glittering in the sun again.

“I know that you said that you don’t feel pretty right now, so I’m going to comfort you in Allen Ginsberg’s words, because you know that they’re inherently better than whatever falls out of my mouth.” Tom reached out for her, “Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?

You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower!   

And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not!

So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter,

and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack’s soul too, and anyone who’ll listen,

—We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our own eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sit-down vision.”

By the time Tom finished, her eyes were glazed over and she was biting down on her lip, rubbing his hand between her own, every so often pressing warm, rose colored kissed down onto his knuckles.

When he opened his mouth to continue, in his words this time, explaining how exquisitely dulcet her beauty was, and how she was his sunflower, she placed a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” She said and pulled him by the tips of his fingertips onto the floor where she began to lay. “In the wise words of Gary Snyder, of course.”

Rapidly tugging his arms from the confines of his coat, he shoved it under her head when the pair finally reached their destination in the grass, hidden beneath the leaves of the sunflowers who appeared to be holding hands.

Rolling on top of her, and bracing his elbows on either side of her head, “I don’t want to bump your head on a rock.”

She quirked her head to the side, and laughed against his chest, pushing his over to straddle his lap. She slid the jacket beneath Tom’s head and mimicked his voice the best she could, “I don’t want you to bump your head on a rock.”

Tom pushed her hair all to one side and she flattened out against the firmness of his frame, kissing him as deeply as she could. He cradled the softness of her cheeks between his palms and groaned when she bit his bottom lip. Feeling the flutter of her eyelashes, Tom opened his eyes and felt her moving the rosy, wetness of her mouth down to his neck, while her hands began to unbutton his flannel.

Soon, her lips traced the lines of definition on his chest. Tom groaned and wound his fingers up into her hair. When he pulled her back up to him, her skirt had risen up and he could spot the bows on her pink panties and her mouth was slick from her kisses. Tom groaned again.

“What?” She asked him softly, peeking up at him through her lashes. “Do you like it?”

“Baby,” Tom leaned up on his elbows, “are you fucking kidding me? Of course I do, M’just making sure that my girl is doing okay.”

She made her way back up his body, kissed him lewdly on the mouth and answered him. “Course I am, I love you. I love it here. I wanna make it ours.”

Tom ached in his jeans and he whimpered when she slid her covered center over the bulge hidden inside his jeans.

Crawling onto her knees, she planted kisses down the length of Tom’s chest once more. Her voice was velvet when she spoke again, “What my hand fol­lows on your body/ Is the line. stream of love/of heat, of light, what my/eye las­civ­i­ous/licks/over watch­ing/far snow-dappled Uin­tah moun­tains/Is that stream.”

Tom watched as her tongue flicked over the area just beneath his bellybutton and Tom felt like he  was going to burst. Her nimble fingers plucked the bottom of his jeans open and she licked the length of his chest while she unzipped his zipper.

“What my/hand curves over, fol­low­ing the line./"hip" and "groin"/Where "I"/fol­low by hand and eye/the swim­ming limit of your body.”

One of Tom’s hands made the move to sweep her hair out of her way so that he could watch her. She sucked one of his fingers into her mouth and Tom was engulfed by the damp, tightness that rested behind her closed lips. Her tongue traced over his knuckle and Tom’s hips bucked. How he wanted her tongue elsewhere.

Her hands made slow work of stroking him through his boxers, all the while his finger rested inside her mouth. Their eyes never left each other’s as Tom felt her hands softly drift over the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Darling, be a good girl. Suck me off,” Tom groaned, freeing his hand from her lips.

“Always a good girl for you,” her voice soft and honeyed.

She obeyed and liberated Tom’s aching cock. She licked her lips, watching with her hands in her lap, as it leaked precum.

“C’mon good girl, show me how sweet you are. Take care of that for me.” Tom’s voice melted into her ears as he gently wrapped a hand around her hair. He loved watching her struggle to take all of him in her mouth.

Bringing her lips so close to it that Tom could feel her breath, Tom looked down as she carefully guided her tongue over his slit, licking away his early excitement.

“Does daddy need to remind you how he likes it?” Tom’s voice was gruff and heavy with want.

Blinking up at him, and she held direct eye contact as her lips enveloped his cock.

She gagged around him and Tom was caught between a smirk and a moan. Her tongue licked over the vein on the underside of him, just how he liked, and Tom begged his hips to stay put. He didn’t want to thrust into her mouth right now and surprise her, he always asked her if he was allowed to fuck her mouth before he actually did so.

Tom hissed and helped her up and down his length. He could feel the softness of her cheeks in between his legs and her mouth was just so warm. Tom didn’t know how much he could take.

“You’re doing so good, your mouth is so perfect.” Tom stroked her cheek. “Is daddy allowed to fuck your mouth today, good girl? It is okay?”

She blinked up at him and did her best to nod with him in her mouth. He was already starting to drip down her throat.

“Yeah, it’s alright sweetheart?” Tom clarified once more.

When she nodded her head, Tom wound a second hand through her hair and wrenched his hips up off the ground to buck into her mouth.

Her tongue circled around his tip and she held onto a loop in his jeans as he started to fuck her mouth just as roughly as he would if he was in between her thighs.

Maintaining eye contact, she moaned, knowing Tom loved the vibrations around him while he was so sensitive.

“Do you wanna be a good girl for me and swallow daddy down?” Tom asked, hips barely stilling.

She nodded and Tom thrusted up into the heat of her mouth a few more times, before she felt him spill himself past her lips.

She sucked him off through his orgasm as Tom whispered and groaned about how sweet, and how good she was to him.

After she’d ensured that she had swallowed him all down, she released him from her mouth with a saturated pop. Tom noticed that he had a ring of rose colored lipstick around him as he zipped himself back into his jeans.

She sat back on her heels, feeling shy after what they’d done. Tom looped his arms behind her back and pulled her up to him. He kissed her ever so delicately on her lips, “Are you okay, darling? Do you want some water, do you need anything?” He cradled her to his chest and stared down at her, surveying her mouth for any signs that he’d been too rough on accident.

“Beneath this long caress of hand and eye,” She recited the last line of Gary Snyder’s ‘Beneath My Hand And Eye The Distant Hills, Your Body.’ “‘we’ learn the flow­er­ing burn­ing, out­ward, from ‘below.’” She kissed Tom again. “I’m okay. I love it here, and I love, love, love, love you.” She licked her way down Tom’s still bare chest and Tom stirred once again in his jeans.

“Why don’t you let me show you, with my words and my mouth, how much I love you, my little sunflower?” Tom asked, laying her down, once again in the grass.                      

[gendryw4ters-blog]

Can I make a prompt ask for Baberoe? With ”Don’t start a tickle fight when I’m supposed to be mad at you!”

you absolutely can!! and once again, i am soooo super sorry for the wait oh gosh!! i hope you like it though!! much love!!

“So let me get this straight, you’re mad at me because- what, I forgot to buy milk?”

“You forgot to buy milk even though I texted you about it four times and reminded you twice about needing it this morning,” Babe sighed, running a hand through his hair and tugging a little in frustration. “Ugh, it’s fine, we can just make something else for dinner. Was just gonna try and use up the rest of the cheese before it goes bad.”

“Cheese doesn’t go bad,” Gene replied matter-of-factly, nose scrunching up a little at the glare Babe threw him at that- his ‘helpful tip’ apparently much, much less helpful than he’d previously thought. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” he sighed, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. “I know I said I’d get it, I just-”

“-You’ve had a busy day, it slipped your mind, things have been a little crazy at the hospital- it’s fine, I get it,” Babe grumbled, cutting him off perhaps a little more harshly than he’d intended to. “It’s okay, just I’ve been busy too this time, but it doesn’t matter.”

“I mean, it sounds a little like it does matter, given the tone of your voice and all,” Gene hummed, coming to hug his fiance from behind and rest his head in the crook of his shoulder while the other scanned the fridge for something else to make other than his Ma’s mac-n-cheese. 

“What tone is that?”

“Like you’re mad at me,” Gene murmured, beginning to gently run his fingertips up and down Babe’s sides. He decided to test his luck and press them in a little, only lightly, just enough to-

“Are you trying to tickle me?”

Gene didn’t say anything, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he jabbed his fiance’s sides once again.

“Don’t start a tickle fight with me when I’m supposed to be mad at you,” Babe groaned, though Gene could practically hear him smiling too. “It’ll only end in tears.”

“Yeah, yours when you’re begging me to set you free after I pin you down and go straight for your feet.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I might.”

Babe spun on the spot, swiftly grabbing both of Gene’s hands and pinning them to his sides with a strength that never failed to catch Gene a little off guard in the best possible way. He was smiling now, albeit a little wickedly, leaning in to whisper in the other’s ear.

“Try me, I dare you,” he breathed, and ordinarily Gene would have murmured something in reply about taking it elsewhere- to a bedroom, perhaps- except that this time, well;

“Jesus shit Gene when did you free your hands?! No! Fuck! Don’t go for my sides no please- please oh god no I love you I’m sorry for being pissy about the milk Gene please-”

And Gene just cackled at that, deciding it only fair to give Babe a two-second head start before chasing after him with arms outstretched, glad more than anything to see him laughing again.

(Even if it was a little manically, and Gene did end up very nearly sustaining a black eye from all of his flailing.)