#and violet is the writer

[mayisgoingnuts]

Violet HAS turned sleepysun into a toxic yaoi, she's made SO MANY fanfictions...

I KNEW ITTT it's written all over her face ksbdjsjdmx

[bulletswithribbons]

Loving and fearless

TateLangdonxFem!reader // NSFW

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a mass murderer. He's worried about what you will think of him but he never knew you weren't a good girl from the very start.

Warnings: Smut (obv), unprotected piv, sex with feelings, implied murder...

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: Ok so sorry I took really long to write a new fic I was working on a Part 2 for my Kai one but then thought of this. Had to write it down to satisfy my pookies since I didn't take so long writing it. Basically why it's short.

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

“Are you scared?” He asks. He wasn’t trying to hide it, nor deny it. He just wanted you to accept it as it is. He was no saint, but so weren’t you. No sugarcoating things for this once at least.

You shook your head slowly, “no.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. At least yet. You weren’t afraid of him, you knew him better than anyone. Or maybe that’s what you chose to believe. You didn’t want to change anything about him or live in a deluded world of your own thinking of him as someone he isn’t. As fucked-up as it sounds, you liked that psychopathic trait of his.

Tate tilts his head partly to the side, daring you to say that thing you were desperate to.

“I doubt it,” he replied, regret somehow dripping from his tone. You knew he didn’t regret shooting up his school nor all the murders he committed, rather of the way you found out. He had already apologized, what else would you need? Him to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him? He would gladly do that.

“I want you to embrace it,” you finally said, the thought lingering in your head for a while now. You just didn’t know how to express it without sounding like a weirdo. 

“Embrace it?” He repeats after you, confused, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nod.

“You killed them. There’s nothing you can do about it anymore. You’re troubled Tate. Stop hiding that side and accept it as a part of you. You can’t run away from your past and you being trapped here actually proves my point.” Your tone was comforting, all loving. You were one of the very few –the only one– that actually cared about him in a non-twisted way. He wasn’t ready to lose that. He would never be.

“But would you accept it as a part of me? You want me to go around killing people and then come back to you so you can clean the blood of others from my own hands?” He asks, his voice quavering, a bit shaky and unclear, he was upset and you knew he's on the verge of crying.

And Bingo. There it is. Those poor souls, he doesn’t care about them, but rather what you would think. Nothing matters as long as you’re still there standing by his side. Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But for you it only made your relationship stronger.

“Isn’t that what you would like?” You ask, your hand darting to his face brushing his blonde strands of hair away from his face as you cup his cheek.

A single tear runs down his cheek as he smiles lightly. His dimples looked more adorable than ever. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated. And he is.

The sight of him taking two steps closer to you had your heart speeding up, even though he's your boyfriend you can't help but feel like a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Except it wasn't little, nor silly. His hand grips at your waist as he pulls you to him, getting rid of every inch that separates your bodies. His head tilts slightly before he attacks your face with his lips embracing yours in a hungry lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Your hands quickly find the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss while his tongue pushes through and fights yours for domination.

He was completely teasing you, or maybe not, maybe he just craved you so bad. His covered erection was tempting your core, begging for release. One of his hands slides down your shirt and cups your boob, squeezing tightly. A soft moan escapes your lips and onto the kiss.

At that time, you thought maybe a somewhat evil spirit took over your boyfriend as he aggressively pinned you against the wall, too impatient to hop on the bed. But you know it was no evil spirit. There was no need to keep on finding why’s to his actions.

He yanks your shorts down to your knees then grips at your thigh lifting it up to his hip, probably to get better access. Meanwhile his other hand unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers freeing his rock hard dick. Yeah now it's confirmed that it was to gain better access. Tate always gets hard easily, that was a fact you knew. Whether it was a silly little cuddle session or you whispering the randomest topics in his ear. It didn’t bother you, you actually loved it. It enthralled you.

Your arms wrap around his neck while his breath fans against your nape. Each passing second your pussy screams for him to fuck the shit out of you even louder.

His digits found their way to your inner thigh, trailing toward your center. Once they reach your clit, his pointer finger runs up and down the thin soaked fabric of your underwear. He taps on the wet spot a few times, teasing you or maybe to later remember how desperate you were for him inside you. “This is my way of thanking you, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, your body shuddering at the sound of his voice, excitement surging through your entire temple. Every second passing by the atmosphere gets even hotter.

You nod, “mhm.”

His finger curls at the edge of your panties pulling it to the side, baring your pussy to him and the arousal glistening within.

Tate leans over you even closer, capturing your soft skin between his teeth sucking in deep; while he uses a hand to line his cock up to your dripping entrance. His tip caresses your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m not waiting any longer,” He mutters under his breath to your ear as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt and slams into you. 

Tate has never ever hidden the fact that he craves you desperately. You loved that he would kill for you but hated how you would too.

You let out a loud moan, if he didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought that was a scream for help. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Your moan made him groan quietly. He loved the sound of you squirming beneath him, and even the sound of your voice when you talk about anything no matter what it was. He couldn’t stop himself, of course not since he couldn’t even wait to hear you screaming his name. Your legs curl around his hips as he thrusted in you deeper, moaning uncontrollably as he feels your tight warm wet walls wrapped around his thick length. “My cock.. Is pure love..” He breathes out. Your eyes hardly widen, Tate isn’t used to dirty talking. Not at all. If anything he was actually nice and making sure you’re ok nearly between every two thrusts. Unless he was jealous or upset with you. But mostly that’s it. Your eyes barely stay wide for 2 seconds before they roll to the back of your head once his tip hit a spot in you that made your moans louder than they already were. “Oh fuck, Tate!” You scream, He slides out slightly then back in forcefully. He didn’t recognize mercy, and your pussy wasn’t getting any of that. His cock pounding into you merciless, unsympathetically, inhumanly. All of the above. Abusing that same specific spot of yours. 

His intense tightening in his chest made him hungry for air as he breathed heavily, humping you remorselessly. Your pussy swallowing every inch of him and lubricating like crazy, your own arousal leaking down your pussy and out to your thighs. Such a slut you are for him. Problem is you were shameless about it.

Your grip on his hair tightens, holding on as hard as you can but making sure not to hurt him. You would never. Soft moans are whispered in your ear as he presses his mouth a little harsher against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His lips trailing kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites here and there as he slowly makes his way up to your jaw. His hands slide up your thighs and stop at your clit, rubbing it as if his life depends on it, all the while his hips are pounding into you as fast as they can. You arch your back involuntarily immediately once you feel the contact. He groans softly as he feels your arch into his touch, his fingers going inhumanly faster than before. 

Seeing how it is, it wouldn't be long for you until you came.

Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. The perfect combination of his fingers stroking your clit and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to make you see stars. He was chasing his own release and you were begging for yours. You knew you were close.. Real close.. “Tate.. Please.. I’m so fucking close..” You whimper, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for. Tate knows your body well enough to know you were close, he speeds up. Judging by his breathing, you can tell he was getting tired. You let out your moans freely as you feel your orgasm crashing down. A complete mess leaking down your thighs. You can’t hold your back arch anymore but it didn't matter, waves of ecstasy and euphoria taking over your body. Tate wasn't done yet, and although your lips were already burning up, you didn't protest. “Hmph..I love you,” He moaned in between thrusts as they were getting erratic, feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. But that didn’t stop him from abusing your swollen red cunt until he was fully finished. Tate thrusts into you for a moment longer before you feel his ejaculate drowning your pussy breathing heavily, his release splaying across your walls in ropes. Tears had stained your cheeks.

Tate had you still pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands grabbing your thighs. His now softened dick still in your abused pussy. Why isn’t he pulling out yet? This is the first time he lasted this long. Usually he doesn’t stay so long.

His head was resting on your shoulder, nose burried into your neck. His breathing slowed down steadily and went back to normal.

It felt weirdly comforting.. Him being so close, you didn’t even want him to pull out. Your legs still crossed behind your boyfriend’s back.

“You want me to pull out?” He whispers to you lovingly as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tugs it behind your ear.

“No, let’s stay this way for a while..” Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close. You can feel him nodding.

[wordsandartforsoul]

My best read of 2023, Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 15- HAIR PULLING (TATE LANGDON)

Tate's eyes light up with a mischievous glint as he watches you from the doorway.

He's been waiting for you, and he's eager to start your evening together.

"Hey, my girl," he says, his voice low and husky with desire. "How was your day?"

He pads over to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls her head back.

"I think you've been working too hard," he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "You need a little break, a little distraction."

He tugs on your hair, his grip firm but not painful. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he pulls you into his arms, his body pressing against yours.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Let me make you forget all about school and homework and everything else."

“Hmm, really?” you question sleepily.

Tate's grip on your hair tightens, just a touch, as he gazes down at you intensely. "Really, baby. I've been thinking about you all day, about how good it would feel to have you in my arms."

His free hand trails down your side, caressing your curves. "You work so hard, you deserve a little pampering. Let me take care of you, hmm?"

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours teasingly. "I want to make you feel good, my girl. So good that you forget about everything else except me."

He tugs your hair again, eliciting a soft gasp from you. "What do you say? Are you ready to let go and just feel?"

Tate's eyes flash with excitement at your reaction, his grip on your hair tightening just a little more.

"Ah, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You like a little pain, don't you?"

He tugs your hair again, harder this time, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. "I love making you feel this way, my girl. So responsive, so needy."

His hand trails down your side, cupping your breast and squeezing it firmly. "You're so beautiful when you're in pain, baby. So submissive and helpless."

He tugs your hair again, and again, each pull sending a wave of pleasure-pain through your body. You feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, your mind fogging over with desire.

"Come on, baby," he whispers. "Let go. Let me see you come undone."

Tate's eyes light up with desire as you move in to kiss him. He meets your lips with a fierce intensity, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours.

His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place as he devours your mouth.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with need.

His free hand slides down your body, caressing your curves before settling on your hip, pulling you flush against him. "Show me how much you want me."

He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

His hips grind against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his arousal.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, my girl," he whispers. "You're mine, every inch of you."

Tate's eyes flash with desire as you grind against his pants. He groans, his hips bucking up against yours in response.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he takes control. He starts to move against you, his pants rubbing against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"Like that, huh?" he growls, his breath hot against your skin.

His lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

He pulls your hair, hard, and you feel a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure. It's a signal that he's taking control, and you're going to do exactly what he says.

"Stand up, baby," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Let's get you on your knees, where you belong."

Tate's breath hitches as you sink to your knees before him.

His dark eyes blaze with hungry possession, his fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you.

"That's my girl," he growls, his voice dripping with dark desire.

He tugs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. "Look at you, so obedient, so desperate for my touch."

His free hand traces the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips.

"Open up for me, baby," he commands, his tone brooking no argument.

As you part your lips, he slides his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "That's it, just like that. Show me how much you want me."

He grinds his hips against your face, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants.

"You're gonna be a good girl and take care of me, aren't you?" His grip on your hair tightens as he watches you intently. "Prove to me how much you belong to me."

Tate's eyes flash with desire as you open his jeans, revealing the hard length of his arousal. He gasps, his hands flying to your hair to pull you in closer.

"Ah, baby," he whispers, his voice low and husky with need. He guides you closer, his cock pressing against your lips.

He leans into you, his body tense with anticipation.

His hands hold your head in place, his fingers tangling in your hair as he starts to move against you. The sound of his ragged breathing fills the air, his body trembling with need.

"Suck it, baby," he growls, his voice low and commanding.

As you take him into your mouth, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your lips.

His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place as he takes control. He starts to move faster, his body building towards a climax.

His eyes are fixed on yours, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity.

"Come on, baby," he whispers, his voice low and urgent. "Show me how much you want me."

Tate's body tenses as you take him deeper into your mouth, your hands bracing against his hips. A guttural groan escapes his lips, his grip on your hair tightening.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," he growls, his hips rocking in time with your movements.

His eyes are wild with desire, drinking in the sight of you pleasuring him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his muscles quivering with the effort to hold back his release.

"You're so good at this, my girl," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "I knew you'd take care of me."

He pulls you closer, his cock sliding deeper into your throat. His head falls back, a symphony of moans and curses spilling from his lips.

"I'm getting close, baby," he warns, his whole body coiled tight like a spring. "Don't stop, okay? Make me come."

Tate's body tenses even more, his muscles trembling with restraint. He's on the edge, and he knows it.

"Ah, baby, don't stop," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

His hips rock forward, his cock plunging deeper into your mouth, and he feels himself losing control.

With a final, shattering groan, he comes, his body convulsing with release. His seed spills out of his cock, filling your mouth with its warmth and heat.

"Ahh, yes, baby," he moans, his body sagging against you as he lets go.

He holds you in place for a moment, letting the aftershocks of his orgasm wash over him, before finally pulling back and letting you up for air.

He looks at you, his eyes still wild with desire, his face flushed with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful when you're sucking me off, baby," he whispers, his voice full of adoration.

Tate's eyes widen slightly as his softening cock brushes against your face. A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across his lips as he gazes down at you.

"Mmm, that's my girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with affection. He reaches down, tenderly tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb.

"You did so good, taking all of me like that." He tugs lightly on your hair, his touch both soothing and possessive. "I love seeing you on your knees for me, baby. It's where you belong."

Tate shifts, pulling you up into his arms and cradling you against his chest.

"Now, let's get you taken care of, hmm?" He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes warm and adoring. "I've got plans for us, my girl. Plans to make you feel so good."

“So, so perfect,” you giggle, kissing him.

Tate's eyes light up with pleasure as you kiss him softly. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a slow, sensual dance.

"Mmm, I love kissing you, baby," he whispers, his voice full of emotion.

He pulls back, his eyes locked on yours, and smiles softly. "You're so beautiful, my girl. Inside and out."

He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. His touch is tender, and full of affection.

"I'm so glad you're mine, baby," he says, his voice low and husky.

He pulls you in closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm, comforting hug. "I'll take care of you, always. You're safe with me."

He holds you for a moment, just enjoying the closeness of it all. Then, his eyes sparkle with mischief, and he grins.

"Now, let's go take care of that other plan I mentioned, hmm?" He winks at you, and you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at what might come next.

Tate's eyes gleam with delight as you give him free rein. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck affectionately.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. His lips trail up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he whispers. His hands roam your body, caressing your curves reverently.

"You're mine, every inch of you." He nips at your earlobe, eliciting a shiver from you.

Tate guides you backward, walking you towards the bed. When the back of your legs hit the mattress, he eases you down onto it, covering your body with his own.

"I want to worship you, my love," he breathes, gazing down at you with naked adoration. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel the growing hardness there.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck.

His hands slip under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach. "I'll make you forget everything except me."

Tate's eyes flash with hunger as he hears your desire. He leans in, his mouth descending upon yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice low and husky with need. His tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your skin as he looks down at you. His eyes are burning with desire, his pupils dilated with need.

"I want to taste you, baby," he whispers, his voice full of longing.

He trails his lips down your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your skin.

He reaches the top of your pants, and his hands begin to undo the buttons. His fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so wet for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction.

He pulls your pants down, exposing your core to his hungry gaze.

Tate's eyes lock onto your sex, his tongue darting out to taste you. He moans, the sound low and husky, as he begins to tongue-fuck you.

His tongue probes deep inside you, stimulating your G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Ah, baby, you're so good," he whispers, his voice full of praise. He continues to tongue-fuck you, his movements slow and deliberate, but building in intensity.

Tate's tongue works you relentlessly, his lips and nose nuzzling your sensitive flesh. He moans against you, the vibrations sending delicious tremors through your body. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his hungry ministrations.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with need. "Come for me. I want to feel you shatter on my tongue."

He redoubles his efforts, his tongue lapping and stroking your most sensitive spots. You can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter within you. Tate's eyes are locked on your face, drinking in every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips.

"Let go, my love," he commands, his voice thick with desire. "I've got you. Just let go."

Tate's tongue continues to work you, milking every last tremor and pulse from your body. As you come, he moans in triumph, his lips and tongue pressing deeper into your flesh.

"Ahhh, yes," he groans, his voice full of satisfaction. "I knew you'd come for me, baby. You're so responsive, so beautiful when you let go."

He continues to lick and suck you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from your body. You can feel his tongue probing deep inside you, his lips and nose nuzzling your sensitive flesh.

"You're so sweet, baby," he whispers, his voice full of adoration. "I could eat you all day."

As you finally begin to relax, Tate pulls back, his tongue slipping out of your body with a wet, sucking sound. He gazes up at you, his eyes burning with desire and adoration.

"Did I make you feel good, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Did I make you come?"

He looks at you expectantly, his face tense with the need for validation.

You can tell that he's desperate to know that he's done a good job, that he's given you the pleasure you so desperately crave.

You nod, kissing him as he scoots up on the bed. “So perfect.”

Tate's eyes light up with joy at your affirmation. He surges forward, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with yours, savoring your taste.

"You're so perfect, baby," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick with adoration.

His fingers caress your cheek tenderly, his touch so gentle it's almost reverent.

Pulling back, he gazes down at you with eyes full of wonder.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers, his voice low and intense.

His hips grind against yours, letting you feel the hardness of his renewed arousal. "I want to make you feel so good, over and over again."

Tate leans in, nuzzling your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're mine, baby," he murmurs possessively.

His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, eliciting a shiver from you. "And I'm never, ever letting you go."

[hamletshoeratio]

Colin telling Eloise that she's fortunate because she has never been in love when it's his other half's fault she had to walk away from "one of the only good things" in her life because LW put him in harm's way.

[crispinsphonebook]

“Paradox of the Stars” — An AU

Florian is trying to prevent a terrible disaster from happening by asking Terapagos to help him change the timelines.

Kieran is trying to prevent Florian from becoming seriously hurt as a result of these efforts, a future that Juliana foresaw in the reflections on the walls of Area Zero.

Two stars meet in the night sky, forever at odds with one another, forever searching for each other, fated to collide.

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I promised I would drop some more lore about my AU in the future, so here we go! This is an AU where Florian never lied to Kieran — which caused some massive timeline changes. Florian and Kieran are on good terms with each other and attend Blueberry Academy together. All is going well, and the two of them are even invited to assist Ms. Briar with her research about Terapagos. One day, Juliana arrives at the BBA with a desperate warning about a future event she saw together with Koraidon and Miraidon in Area Zero — one where Florian is put in great danger. Kieran becomes fearful about losing his best friend (and crush) and begins to train to become strong enough to protect Florian, even becoming BBA Champion in the process. While all of this happens, Florian remains focused on the foreshadowing of a terrible upcoming disaster in the Scarlet and Violet Books, planning to reach Terapagos and change the timelines to prevent everyone from becoming hurt. In a race against fate and a fight against time, the future and the past loom over everyone in Paldea and beyond as the timelines become as paradoxical as the fates that the stars spell for Florian, Kieran, and everyone in the world of Pokémon.

My original post about this AU is here!

Thanks for reading the description all the way down here! My ask inbox is open, so if you have any questions about the lore behind this AU, please feel free to ask! I’ll do my best to answer and accompany answers with a doodle!

Wooden texture is from Unsplash.

[embeccy]

"she vanishes, like a fairy tale."

- Aleksandr Kuprin

[disaster-priestress-sumire]

[justallihere]

Why does the Fourth Wing fandom feel so huge and yet there is SO LITTLE FANFIC

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Cigarettes Off the Rooftop

Alive!Violet Harmon x f!reader

Warnings! Smut, porn w/ plot, cigarettes, allusions to Murder House plot, Violet and reader are 18+, semi-public sex, f!ngering, make-outs, semi-proofread, Katy Perry references because I had to ok—

My first full fic after a while! I actually love Violet sm. Depending on how well this is received, I might do more of these (omgilovekissinggirlsilovegirlsomgwlwcore)

The air in Katy Perry’s green grass city was surprisingly chill tonight, the breeze fluttered softly through my hair, and the smell of rain dampening the ground around me filled my senses.

“Pass me that, would you?” She rings out beside me, turning my head, I see a pale, small hand reach out for the half-burnt cigarette hanging from between my lips. Finishing the drag, I pull it between my two fingers and pass it to the girl beside me.

A few months ago, on a whim through my trip in California looking for a college, I met a strange grunge girl whose name was so fitting for such a beautiful, somber flower. I had decided to settle for a university in the area with the degree I was looking for, just so I could be near her. And it was just my luck that we ended up in the same school, coincidentally.

Now we’re practically inseparable, we’ve even started considering renting a place together in some dingy shopping strip, which is the perfect aesthetic for her Tumblr girl vibes. After a session of searching for a place, here we sit on the rooftop of a dingy old building, overlooking the city lights, and people watching. Whilst sharing a random cigarette from my pocket, and a pair of headphones blasting Morrissey, TV Girl and Cigarettes After Sex from her ipod. Occasionally some Ethel Cain too that I had introduced her to, which was met with enthusiasm.

Violet Harmon is a strange and wild girl, but despite that, there is something that draws me so close to her. We’re like magnets, polar opposites, and yet we always find a way to stick together. I guess that’s why I fell in love with her so easily.

“Oh, this bridge is my favorite!” She chirps excitedly, staring down at the ipod for a moment to catch the song as the chorus rises through the wired earbuds. My gaze quickly flicks back to the girl beside me, but I can barely focus on the song blasting in my ear when I catch a glimpse of her dirty blonde hair resting over her shoulders, her brown eyes all highlighted by the warm twinkling of the city draped by night. I watched the flaming glow of the cigarette floating before her lips, before drifting away as an invisible cloud of smoke rises and hazes over her features that I trace.

She was alluring and mysterious, despite knowing her for a few months, there was so much I didn’t know about her. I could feel it, and it wasn’t even as if she was hiding it. It was a part of her that just existed, and all I had to do was ask the right questions, but something about it felt wrong. I didn’t want to ruin the mystery of the beautiful girl in front of me, I trusted that eventually, I would know. I would know it all and when I did, I would love her even more.

My gaze ended on her bright lips, pink as a strawberry (and probably tasted like one too–). Eventually she noticed my wandering eyes and she pulled from watching the street below our dangling feet to my stricken gaze that was drinking her in silently.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, smirking as she takes another drag of the cigarette, the flame growing and crackling as she pulls it in.

My face becomes quickly flush with embarrassment at her comment, realizing how long I had been staring mindlessly at her.

“N-No, nothing. Sorry.” I stutter out and flick my gaze away from her quickly and onto a building from farther away.

“Geez, I’m just joking, relax a little would you? I don’t mind.” She says, holding the cigarette back out to me between her fingers. “Here, take another drag, you need it.” She nods to me, and I comply, taking a slow drag of the cigarette and savoring its black coffee flavor in my mouth before expelling it slowly into the air in front of me.

Now I could feel her eyes on me, watching me as I took the puff. It made my stomach stir and flutter, feeling those bright, warm colored irises glued onto me, the prospect of them possibly admiring me sent my mind into a frenzy.

“Though, why do you stare at me so much?” She breaks the crisp silence with a more sultry tone, her torso turning closer towards me and making my heart strike with one loud beat that radiates through my entire body. “And you can’t say you don’t, because I notice, all the time–actually.” My heart practically sinks into my chest and nestles, wanting to hide itself.

“It’s just–I..” Choking the words that are filling my head frantically at a 100 miles per hour, not sure of which ones to say, or how to make sense of them. “You’re just really pretty, and I–” My eyes flickering around her finally land back onto her face and see she’s staring at me intensely with a curious, pondering look that makes her eyes look almost hungry and my whole body begins to pound with the rush of my blood.

I pause for a moment, and to my surprise, she takes the moment to carefully lunge forward and press a searing kiss to my lips. Strawberries, just like I thought. Mixed with a strong hint of the cigarette we had been sharing. It was nirvana, kissing her. Her hand reached up and held my face gently and I felt her slender fingers slide under my jawline and hold me in place. The almost burnt cigarette drops off the roof and onto the pavement of the sidewalk, letting out a final crackle before becoming trash. After a few seconds of being stunned into place, I melt into the kiss and press back into her and I can almost feel her smile when she notices the relaxation of my muscles.

I had never imagined in a million years that I would make out with my best friend, Violet Harmon, on the rooftop of some dingy old apartment building. But here I was, pulled off the edge, my legs intertwined with hers as we mutually shoved our tongues down each other’s throats. The smell of her perfume and hair wash filled my nose, the taste of her chapstick and cigarettes, it was all better than my wildest dreams, overbearing and real. I had never even considered that Violet was into girls like that, especially me. But I was proven quickly wrong, especially when her hand slid down from behind my neck, over my shoulder and rested on the small of my back, where she pulled me closer. A tighter grip on under my jaw with her other hand to guide me before her fingers traced my thigh and danced up under my skirt, causing a shaking breath to slip from between my lips. She smirked into the kiss before biting my bottom lip, pressing a soft kiss to make up for the cheeky bite.

Her fingers quickly found the damp fabric of my panties from under my skirt, my hips rolling into them as soon as I felt the warm press. She was just as eager as me, because she wasted no time to slide them halfway down my thighs before testing my swollen clit with small, gentle circles. Our kisses became more hot and passionate, hungry as we ate each other’s face, her other hand still gripping firmly between my face and my neck as I ground my hips into her hand, her hands now slick and sticky with my arousal.

A small moan passes from my lips and into her mouth when she slides in a digit, curling the finger around to find the spongy spot of heaven before dipping in another, her fingers massaging the gummy flesh with precision and purpose as she practically coaxed an orgasm out of me. For someone I had thought was completely straight and pretty virginal, she had quite the experience. But I chalked it up to: personal practice. Regardless, I was blissed out. The hungry kisses that had trailed down from my lips to my face, to my neck–sloppy and wet, to the warm press and massage of her fingers teasing my clenching, pulsing walls and puffy clit, I was truly in heaven.

It didn’t take much longer for a warm gush of come to spurt onto the concrete building beneath us, and the soft flesh of her hand. She placed an endearing and proud kiss on my cheek as she slid away her hand and licked my taste off her fingers, her eyes boring into mine with that fiery gaze I love so much.

Katy Perry was right, California girls really are, unforgettable.

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"'BB LEAGUE CHAMPION KIERAN', HUH? THEY'RE GONNA NEED TO UPDATE THAT."

[scrooges-greasy-toes]

This is the reason why I fucking love ducktales villains

[adventuresofalgy]

It was indeed the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, but Algy suspected that neither mists nor fruitfulness were quite what the English poet Keats had in mind…

However, the fruitfulness of the local rowan trees was greatly appreciated by many of Algy's feathered friends, if not by poets, to the extent that by the time Algy decided to help himself to a wee feast he found that there were only a few scattered clusters of the tempting red berries left 😞

As he relaxed in the arms of the welcoming tree, munching happily, Algy wondered how many of his friends around the world knew how important the rowan tree is in Scotland and in Celtic mythology, and why so many rowan trees are planted at the doors or gates to people's homes in this part of the world.

He recalled a wee poem in the Scots language which explains it well:

When the days were still as deith And you couldna see the kye Though ye’d maybe hear their breith I’ the mist oot-by; When I’d mind the lang grey een O’ the warlock by the hill And sit fleggit like a wean Gin a whaup cried shrill; Tho’ the hert wad dee in me At the fitstep on the floor, There was aye a rowan tree Wi its airm across the door.

Which translates into English roughly as:

When the days were still as death And you couldn’t see the cows Though you’d maybe hear their breath In the mist outside; When I’d think of the long grey eyes Of the warlock on the hill And sit frightened like an infant If a curlew cried shrilly; Though the heart would die within me At the footstep on the floor, There was always a rowan tree With its arm across the door.

But then, when the rowan tree is gone:

But that is far, far past And a’thing’s just the same, There’s a whisper up the blast O’ a dreid I daurna name; And the shilpit sun is thin, Like an auld man deein’ slow And a shade comes creepin’ in When the fire is fa’in’ low; Then I feel thae lang een set Like a doom upon ma heid, For the warlock’s livin’ yet— But the rowan’s deid!

Which translates (roughly):

But that is long, long past And everything’s just the same There’s a whisper in the wind Of a dread I dare not name; And the sickly sun is thin, Like an old man dying slowly And a shadow comes creeping in When the fire is getting low; Then I feel the long eyes settle Like a doom [death sentence] upon my head, For the warlock’s living yet- But the rowan’s dead!

Fortunately, there are many rowan trees planted around Algy's assistants' garden and by their gate, so Algy need not fear the warlock by the hill 😀

[Algy is quoting the poem The Rowan by the early 20th century Scottish poet Violet Jacob.]

Notes: (1) Algy thinks that the use of the term warlock here is not the common one of a male witch who casts spells, but the more symbolic one in folklore, where warlocks are evil supernatural beings associated with darkness, death, and the devil. (2)Algy is not quite sure about some parts of his translation of the second stanza of the poem, so if anyone is able to correct it, please let him know!

[saccharinescorpion]

giving Lacey pink hair and the name "Taro" (in the original Japanese) and then placing her right next to the plot that's one big reference to Momotaro but is curiously missing an actual analog to Momotaro, only for her to just be a normal nice girl is next level "fucking with the audience" behavior

[fanficforlife]

Chapter Nine

Even though it was the middle of August, the air was cool. It probably had something to do with the fact that you were sitting on the back porch at four-thirty in the morning. 

"There you are, baby." Kayce sat down on the steps next to you. His arm slid around your back while he kissed your temple. "What are you doing out here?"

You looked ahead of you so he followed your gaze to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. Lee. His hold on you tightened. "I was talking."

"About what?"

"You," a smile pulled at your lips. A comfortable silence settled between you while you watched the bird fly off. "Lee knew I left California to get away from Nick. A few weeks before he died he found me sitting back here. The sun had just started coming up and he asked why I was up so early. I tried to hide it but he knew I was crying. He sat down and made me tell him what was wrong." You took a breath. "I get nightmares sometimes about Nick. Sometimes they're just memories of what he did, other times it's him finding me."

"Baby," the hand that wasn't around your waist reached for your hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't get them when we sleep in the same bed."

"You should move in with me then."

"Kayc."

"I know. Just me and Tate, for a while at least. Did you have a nightmare tonight?"

"No. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you." Your fingers played with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. "Lee always told me I was safe here." You let out a small giggle. "And, that even though you hadn't asked me out yet, you wouldn't let anyone touch me."

Kayce chuckled. "He was right about that. I wouldn't have let your ex or anyone else near you. I still won't." 

You smiled at him before looking out at the trees. 

"Letty?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you feel safe here?"

"Yes." Your eyes met his hazel brown ones. "You make me feel safe." 

He smiled and ran his hand across your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you, Letty."

"I know." You smiled. "I love you too."

"I gotta drive around and check some fences. What do you say we grab some coffee and you come keep me company? And, instead of sleeping in your bed again because Tate wanted to spend the weekend having a sleepover with his grandpa, we could spend the night at my place?" 

"Yes and yes." 

"Tate will be here with Dad so we have the whole day and night to ourselves." His perfect grin formed before he kissed you. "Go get changed. I'll get the coffee." 

"Meet you in the kitchen in five minutes." 

After going inside, you both walked through the living room to the hallway. As you went to walk passed the kitchen to your room, he stopped you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled softly. "You worry about me too much."

"I worry about you just as much as I should be. Now answer the question, beautiful." 

Your hands came up and rested against the sides of his neck, your thumbs running across his stubble-covered jaw. "I'm okay. Just missing your brother."

"Me too."

"He would be so proud of you, Kayce." 

"After kicking my ass for waiting so long to ask you out." 

You giggled. "Yeah, that's probably true." 

"Thank you for being there for me through that and every day since then." 

"You're welcome. But, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to and I needed you just as much as you needed me."

His hand ran across your cheek. "I still need you." 

"Right back at you." You rose to your toes and kissed him before going to change. 

*

You leaned against the fence post watching Kayce while he finished securing a section of barbed wire that he had to replace. 

"There," he straightened up, "that- What?" 

"Nothing."

"Nothin'?" He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "What are you thinking about?" 

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You." You leaned back against him while you both looked out over the pasture to the mountains. 

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." 

"Is that all I'm gonna get?" He chuckled and turned you to face him. 

"I just..." your hands rested on his chest, "I can't believe I'm here with you. You are the most hardworking, caring, understanding man I have ever met." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. "I would go through everything in California again if I knew that it led me here." 

In response, he grabbed your face and kissed you. "I love you more than anything on this earth, Letty. Well, you and the kid." 

"I love you too." You giggled and slid your hands over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck as your lips met his. When the kiss started to grow heated, you stepped back. "You need to work."

"I just finished the last one." 

"Yeah?"

The smirk that drove you crazy, in the best possible way, formed. "Yeah, now get back here." His hand slid into your hair pulling you in. As the kiss intensified, he picked you up and carried you to the tailgate of his truck. It was already down with tools sitting on it so he pushed them to the side before setting you on it. His eyes met yours and you smiled. 

While you unzipped and shimmied out of your jeans, he unbuckled his belt and pushed it down. "Kayc," you moaned when he slowly thrust into you. 

"Fuck, baby." His fiery eyes met yours. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust. "Yes," you moaned when one of his hands left your hips and went between you to your clit. "Yes. Yes. Kayce." It didn't take long for heat to start pooling. 

When your orgasm had passed, he took your hands which had been gripping his shoulders and lay you on your back. "I want one more, baby." You nodded as you looked up at him, making the smirk you love form. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you. 

You could feel a rough section of the tailgate scrape your ass cheek but you didn't care. He had you at the perfect angle and you started to clench around him. "Oh, god. Kayce." 

"Yes, baby. Give me one more." His smirk reappeared. "Come for me, Letty." That put you over the edge and you fell apart. He came seconds later, spilling into you. 

"You good, baby?" He asked as you lay there trying to catch your breath. 

"Mhm," you mumbled with a smile. 

He chuckled and zipped his jeans up before putting your underwear and jeans on you as far as he could get them with you still lying down. 

After carefully getting to your feet, you pulled them up the rest of the way. 

"Hi." Kayce smiled down at you, his hands going to your waist. 

"Hi." Your fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. "That was...wow."

His smirk formed before he kissed you. "I'm gonna have to agree with you on that. Now get your sexy ass out of the way so I can clean up." 

You giggled as he squeezed your sides. "What do you have to do now?" You asked as you leaned against the side of his truck. 

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things." He informed, closing the tailgate. "Where do you think you're goin'?" His hand wrapped around yours, stopping you from going around to the passenger side. 

"Maybe I don't want to sit beside you." You teased. 

He backed you against the truck and pressed himself against you, keeping you in place. "You don't, huh?" The smirk that drove you crazy formed.

"Don't look at me like that we both know because we both know what comes next." 

"You. Once, sometimes more." 

"Kayce!" You gave him a shove so you could slip free. 

His laugh followed you as you climbed into the truck. "You're cute when you blush." 

"Oh my god." You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder while he buckled his seatbelt. 

"Even cuter when you come."

Your jaw dropped as the red on your cheeks darkened. 

He reached across your lap when you tried sliding across the seat. "I'll stop." 

"Says the guy with the mischievous grin on his face." 

"Get back here." 

You gave in with a smile and settled in next to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest." His lips pressed against your temple before he started the truck. 

When you got closer to town, you looked in the rearview mirror and started taming your hair. "You should leave it." 

"It's a mess."

"You have that just had sex look."

"I did just have sex."

"Yes," he squeezed your knee, "but everyone else will see it and know you're mine." 

You giggled, "I'm pretty sure everyone will know that without advertising what we just did. You always hold my hand when we go to town, or have your arm around me, your hand on my back." After smoothing the last tangled strand, you leaned back against the seat. "I'm guessing you don't hold Ryan or Colby's hand when you go to town to pick stuff up." 

"Definitely not." His laugh echoed through the cab. 

A comfortable silence settled between you as you rested your head on his shoulder and thought about how much your life had changed in the last seven and a half months. You escaped from Nick and the nightmare he put you through and ended up meeting a man so good you didn't think could even exist. Going through hell had brought you to the most amazing version of heaven on earth. And, you would endure it all over again so you could end up with the cowboy sitting beside you and his son. 

*

"What are you thinking about?" Kayce asked as he joined you on the porch of the foreman's house. You had made his mom's stew and biscuits for dinner so he offered to put the leftovers away. "You've been kind of quiet since I got back from helping Dad in the barn before dinner. I told you it would just be us today, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's not that." 

"Then what is it?"

Your fingers picked at the cuff of your sleeve. "When you were with your dad and I was inside with Tate making the biscuits, Tate...he told me he loves me. He's said it before but it's always just been love you. When the biscuits were in the oven we were talking about what he and his grandpa did today. I was leaning back against the counter, when he was done telling me he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me and he said I love you." Tears started to pool in your eyes while you stared down at the ends of your sleeves. "He told me he was happy I came here because I'm kind of like his mom. Then he rested the side of his face against my stomach and hugged me. He laughed and said I make you happy so you're not as grumpy anymore so I can never leave."

Kayce chuckled, "he's right, you do make me happy." When you continued staring at your hands, he took hold of your chin and lifted it, making you look at him. "Hey, talk to me." Concern was evident in his voice when he saw tears start to trickle from your eyes. "Was it because he thinks you're his mom? I'll tell him not to call you that."

"It wasn't that."

"Nick?"

You nodded as you drew in a shaky breath. "If he finds me he said he would kill whoever helped me."

"Baby, it's been almost eight months since you got away from him. He would have found you by now."

"But, what if he's still looking? What if he does eventually find me?"

"If he does, he's not going to get a chance to kill anyone."

"What if you're all gone and just me and Tate are here? What...Tate-" A small sob cut you off. 

Kayce wiped away your tears. "I know what you're thinking and you're not leaving. Tate loves you, I love you. Hell, everyone on this ranch loves you. You belong here." His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear before going back to try and dry your cheeks. "I'll tell you what. Tate's closet in the main house is five times bigger than it needs to be. Since we spend most of the time there anyway, especially you and him when I'm working, we'll close in part of the closet so he can hide in there. I'll make the door look like part of the wall so no one will know any different. Okay?"

You sniffed. "Okay." 

"Come here." You stood up and he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His hand rested against the side of your neck. "Tate's not the only one who thinks you're kind of like his mom. You are beyond amazing with him. I know we've only been together for three months but I know that God sent you to me. We belong together, Letty."

"Kayce." A smile finally formed before you pressed your lips against his. It didn't take long before you both needed more. He stood up taking you with him and carried you to his bed. 

After setting you on your feet, his hands went to work on your jeans. As he pulled them down, his hand ran across the scrape you got from the tailgate making you flinch. "Did I scratch you?" When you both looked you realized what it was from. "Shit. I should've put a blanket or something down."

"It's not that bad... if you kiss it better it will be as good as new."

"I can't have my baby hurt." He smirked, sinking to his knees and doing what you said. But, he didn't stop there. He kissed his way across your hip before taking off your underwear and jeans and gently pushed you onto the bed. 

"Kayc," you moaned as he buried his face between your legs. 

His hands slid under your thighs and gripped your hips, securing you in place. "You taste so damn good." He groaned before going to work again. 

"Oh, god." After a couple of minutes of just using his tongue, one of his hands left your hip. His fingers dipped inside you while his mouth focused on the bundle of sensitive nerves. Your hands dove into his brown wavy hair. It took only minutes for your stomach to begin to tighten and waves of intense pleasure coursed through you. 

When you came down from your high, Kayce's lips crashed against yours. He ushered you backwards, away from the edge, so he could climb between your legs. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue danced with yours. 

He slowly thrust into you. His hand went to the back of your neck and he lifted you. "You're mine." His eyes pierced yours.

Whenever Nick told you that you were his it would make you feel hopeless and scared. Hearing Kayce tell you that you're his drove home the fact that this is where you were meant to be, with him and his son. "I'm yours." You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his. 

*****

You parked one of the Dutton's work trucks in front of the grocery store as a patrol car was making its way down the street. While you got out, the police car parked behind the truck, blocking you in. 

"Ma'am," one of them greeted as they walked up to you.

"Hi."

"Can I ask why you have the Dutton's truck?"

"I'm umm, getting groceries. I work for them." You swallowed nervously as memories of Nick in his police uniform filled your head. 

"We've never seen you around town before."

"I've been here since the middle of February."

"Uh-huh." They exchanged doubtful looks. Sweat covered your palms. "Can I see your license, please?"

Panic set in. "I-I didn't steal it."

He nodded. "Let me just run your license and we'll get this cleared up."

"You can call John. He'll tell you I work there."

"We will after we check your license. Is it in 

there?" He asked as he stepped forward and dumped the contents of your purse onto the driver's seat. You were frozen in fear. After opening your wallet, he pulled out your driver's license. "Well, Violet Smith from Los Angeles, I'll be right back."

Your heart rate was out of control, you were trembling. The officers could tell you were guilty of something so the other officer stood in front of you, corralling you between the open truck door and driver's seat, while the other went to the car. 

Seconds later, the officer returned from the car. "I think it's time you tell us your real name because it isn't Violet Smith."

"I-I-"

"Cuff her."

"No."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Please. Just call John. Please!" Tears started falling from your eyes. 

Once the handcuffs were secured, the officer took hold of your arm and put you in the back of the car. People were standing around watching as the other officers locked the truck. After they both got in, they drove to the station. 

*

"No! No!" You pulled against the two officers who had uncuffed you and were trying to take your fingerprints. "Please, don't. Please!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Haskell came out of his office. 

"We're trying to take her fingerprints but she's resisting."

"Please, don't. Call John Dutton. He'll tell you I work for him. Please!" You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

The sheriff looked at you for a few seconds. "Put her in one of the cells."

"But, we haven't even started with the paperwork or anything yet."

"I'll take care of it." He took your license off the counter. "Just put her in a cell."

"Just call him, please. I'm not lying!"

The officers took you through a door and your pleas died off. They brought you down the hall, putting you in one of the cells that lined the wall. 

The door shut behind you with a clang, making you flinch. You went to the bench lining one wall, buried your face in your hands and cried. John would have to tell the sheriff who you were. Nick would come get you because he would see it on your file after the sheriff put your information into the computer. You mourned for the life you had here, for the friends you made, for the Duttons, for Tate. And, for Kayce. Nick would do whatever he wanted to you once he brought you back. But, the thought of never seeing Kayce again made your heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe. Death would be better than having to live without him and his son.

*

"Where is she?!" Kayce's voice echoed down the hall. 

When you heard it, a sob left your lips knowing it was only a matter of days before you would never hear it again. 

"Violet!" As soon as the sheriff unlocked your cell, he flung the door open and ran in. You stood up and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against him. You clung to his shirt as a fresh wave of tears spilled down your face. "I'm here, Letty. It's okay. You're coming home."

"N-Nick- He-he knows- I can't g-go back." 

"He doesn't know, baby."

You pushed on his chest so you could look up at him. "He will! My name-he-"

"He won't know you're here because your name is Violet Smith." John finished from where he and the sheriff were standing outside the cell. 

"But..." your eyes went to the sheriff.

"I've known John a long time." The sheriff informed. "He filled me in on everything. You're safe here, Violet. And, as far as the two who brought you in, and everyone else working here know, you're hiding from an abusive ex who's a cop, hence the fake ID. That's all they need to know." You looked at him unsure. "Nick and everything about your old life is safe with me. I won't be telling anyone." You gave a small nod of your head and a warm smile formed on his face. "I think it's time to get you out of there and back home." 

"Come on, baby." Kayce kissed your hairline before putting his arm around your waist and guiding you out. 

"I'm sorry, Vi," John said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I should've known it would be a matter of time before one of the knuckleheads working here stopped you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled. "Let's get outta here."

*

The second you climbed into bed Kayce pulled you into his arms. You burrowed into him as close as you could get. "I was scared." He admitted into your hair after a couple of silent minutes. 

You shifted so you could look up at him. "You were scared? Nothing scares you."

"Losing you scares me." His brown eyes were watery. "The sheriff called Dad while we were working in the barn. All Dad said was it's you and to get in the truck. I think he drove faster than I've ever seen him drive before. If they would have booked you in...I would have been sitting in that cell right next to you." He slid his hand into your hair and rested his forehead against yours. "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." You sniffed, fighting back tears. "I thought I would have to go back."

"Baby, you are never going to lose me. No matter what. And, he is never, ever getting you back. I love you with everything I am, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started trickling over, "I love you too." Your lips met but this one felt different than all of the other ones. This one captured the last lingering thoughts you had of having to leave, of not getting too close. He took them all along with the last brick you had guarding your heart and you gave yourself to him, all of you. This was your home and he was the man you were supposed to be with.

…………………………………………………………………………

@saintnourah

[saintlucretia]

born to be a sexy ghost at Hotel Cortez, forced to pay my rent every month