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Sex with Baekhyun is amazing. He’s not sure how it starts—the bar, too much alcohol that one time, chance encounters outside their Orgo class (Baekhyun is a medical student and knows too much about how bodies move, Chanyeol thinks desperately, burying fingers in his hair and tugging at his bangs)—but once they start, it’s an avalanche of addiction. Chanyeol tugs Baekhyun out of classes and pressed him into bathroom stalls, and Baekhyun texts him saying i need you where are you and convinces Chanyeol to leave club meetings with dazed, incoherent excuses and find Baekhyun waiting under the arch of the campus mascot, lips swollen and desperate. Not that Chanyeol minds.
“I hate this school,” Chanyeol finds himself saying one day, fingers linked with Baekhyun’s, thumb rubbing at Baekhyun’s pulse-point. “I hate everything about this place. Except you, obviously.”
“So lucky that I’m fantastic, then,” Baekhyun says, and for a moment Chanyeol sees fire and golden sandals and boots that breathe smoke. He blinks it all away and cups Baekhyun’s cheek with his free hand.
“I know you do. It must suck to be bored all of the time.” Baekhyun’s voice is level, entirely sincere.
“How’d you know I was bored in all my classes? We only have chemistry together these days.”
Baekhyun shrugs. “I know just about everything there is to know about you.”
The information shakes Chanyeol. “Facebook stalking, huh,” he says, dazed, with much more levity than he feels. He’s in bed, but there are rocks under his feet and he’s been waiting forever for this, he’s been waiting for Baekhyun to admit that Baekhyun isn’t just some kid he met at a bar. That underlying this obsessive attraction there’s something insidious, something important, something larger than Chanyeol can conceive. Something so incredibly huge it’ll swallow them, the both of them, forever.
He leans forward to kiss Baekhyun and Baekhyun whines magically.
And it all clicks.
Instead of leaving a note for Caroline at the end of Dangerous Liaisons, Klaus shows up in her bedroom instead.
requested by expecto-petrova
Caroline looked walked into her house removing her gloves. It had been a long night. Parts of it good and parts of it….she didn’t really care to examine any closer. She reached into her bag once again and stared at her phone for the billionth time since she left the ball. Her fingers scrolled to Tyler’s name.
After a second she put the phone down on the hall table and left it there. She wanted to call him, but she wasn’t in the mood to talk to his voicemail. It was just going to piss her off more. She walked into her house, eager to get out of her damn ball dress. She wanted nothing more than to forget this entire night with Klaus had ever happened. All of the little moments that he had her heart fluttering, she tried so hard to get him to take the hint but he just wouldn’t back off.
Maybe she would burn the dress too. Just to make a point. Even if it was only just to herself. She couldn’t be dancing with psycho hybrids and getting to know them and accepting gifts from them. No Klaus was evil and he needed to stay evil. He didn’t have thoughts or emotions or passions. He liked to kill and annoy and ruin lives and that was it.
Caroline slammed her bedroom door behind her and spun around flicking on the light. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Klaus there in her bedroom. He stood there in jeans and a tshirt, already changed out of his tuxedo from the night. Great. Just what she needed.
“Seriously?” She exclaimed, exhausted and fed up. “Get the hell out of my bedroom.”
“Still angry I see?” Klaus said with a lazy smirk.
“Just go,” she replied, crossing her arms and looking away from him. Klaus walked forward and held out a long blue velvet box to her.
“I just came to give you this,” he said.
“I told you I don’t want anymore gifts from you.”
“Just open it,” Klaus said to her.
Caroline gave him a rude snort and snatched the box from his hand. She huffed as she yanked off the ribbon and found a rolled up piece of paper inside. She unfurled the paper. If her heart still beat in her chest, what she saw on the paper definitely would have stopped it. It was a pencil draw of her. Her perfect likeness, in her ball gown. She looked at the portrait, thinking of how beautiful she looked in it. How she certainly didn’t look like that in real life. At the bottom Klaus had scrawled a small note.
Thank you for your honesty.
Klaus took another hesitant step toward her, making the space between them even smaller. Caroline looked up at him and he swore he could see the ghost of a smile at the corners of her lips.
“You can’t do this,” Caroline said, “the gifts and the romantic drawings have to stop.”
“All I’m asking for is a chance Caroline,” he replied.
The way he said her name made her shiver. It sounded like a song. He had made her out to be so much more than she really was.
“And what does that involve?” She countered.
“No tricks. Just get to know me,” Klaus smirked, sitting down on her bed, “leave behind the judgement and just talk to me.”
Caroline shook her head and laughed. “Now?”
He smiled at her. “No time like the present.”
“I thought we had all eternity. Being immortal and stuff…”
Klaus chuckled. His laugh sounded warm. She had heard it so many times tonight. It was so unlike who she thought he was. His laugh genuine and full and she noticed for the first time the dimples around his cheeks.
“Well I’m not always a very patient man,” he said.
Caroline looked down at him. His eager blue eyes, the confident smile on his face. He was already so convinced that he was going to win her over. Well then, she was going to enjoy proving him wrong.
“Fine, but I’m going to change first,” Caroline said. Klaus lounged back and put his hands behind his head.
“I don’t mind,” he winked.
“Not in here!” Caroline yelled, “I go in the other room!”
She grabbed a tshirt and some jeans and went into the bathroom. She had almost gone for her sweats but something told her not to. Before going back into the bedroom, she stopped by the kitchen and grabbed some supplies.
“What’s all that?” Klaus asked as she entered, her arms full with bags of chips and cookies.
“If I’m going to do this, I’m gonna need some junk food,” Caroline said tossing it all on the bed.
She took a seat on the bed, crossing her legs and opened up one of the bags. She picked out a large chocolate chip cookie and handed it to him before taking one for herself.
“Ok, so what do you want to talk about?” Caroline asked him, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
Klaus smirked again. Was he ever not smirking?
“I wanna talk about you…”
“Me?” Klaus nodded.
“I really don’t have anything interesting to say,” she replied.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Klaus encouraged, taking another cookie.
“What do you want to know?”
Klaus smiled. “Everything.”
The two of them talked and ate and laughed until the sun came up. Somehow throughout the night, they had switched positions. They laid their next to each other in Caroline’s bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to each others’ stories. Every so often Klaus’s fingers would brush against her hand or thigh sending chills down her spin. She had such an urge to roll over and turn into him. To tuck her head into his chest and feel his arms around her. She missed having that. Someone to comfort her physically. She needed now lately more than ever.
It was ironic really, that the man who was responsible for most of her current issues, was now the one here helping her to feel better about them. They didn’t talk about Tyler or her dad or his family or any of that. But still, he cheered her up. He distracted her. He made her forget that he was a psycho hybrid, and that was probably the most dangerous thing he had done to her yet.
A Drabble for Hihellohowdy: In which Sam Evans tries to grow a pair and ask Kurt Hummel out
Title: In which Sam Evans tries to grow a pair and ask Kurt Hummel out
Summary: Sheer, pointless, shameless fluff. Sam Evans finally grows some ‘nads and asks Kurt on a date.
THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, HOWDY (HAPPY SERIOUSLY BELATED BIRTHDAY)
He can do this.
He can totally do this.
After all- it was…simple. Just walk up to him.
Real easy. Just…walk.
“Can I help you?”
Oh- shit. He’d actually ended up walking, leading him right next to the smaller boy’s locker. For once, an appendage belonging to Sam Evans had actually paid attention. Before he could celebrate this, however, he became aware that his mouth had opened, yet no sound was appearing.
SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT-
He watched Kurt blink, a perfect eyebrow raising as Sam swallowed hard. “I-uh. Hey. Hey Kurt.”
He watched a beautiful little smile appear, slightly amused though the eyebrow stayed raised. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He said again lamely, smiling nervously. Han Solo would not be proud.
“So…Can I help you?” Kurt asked again, watching him again with those eyes. Sam Evans loved Kurt Hummel’s eyes- they reminded him of Venus, swirls of blue and green, framed by long dark eyelashes. Every time those eyes settled on him he found his mind would go blank, and he’d have to struggle to return.
“I-uh-what-whatclassdo…what class do you have next?”
Something almost like a smirk slowly began to form. “French. Why?”
Right. Kurt liked French. “That’s cool-I mean-I like French- I mean- I kind of suck at it but I- I guess-I mean-You already knew that-” He began to say, internally cursing this apparent attack of mental constipation.
“Is something wrong, Sam?” The amusement slipped slightly from Kurt’s face, and Sam could feel his stomach twist as the brunette regarded him with slight concern.
“I- Yeah. I’m fine. I’m fine.” The blond repeated, blushing slightly. Why couldn’t he just SAY it?
“….right. Okay. Well- the bell is about to ring.” Kurt said slowly, holding two books to his chest, watching Sam carefully as he began to close his locker. God, he looked adorable. “Have to get to class and all that.”
“Right.” Sam swallowed. Fuck. He’d lost yet another opportunity to man up and just fucking ask him out already.
“Well….I’ll see you in Glee then.” Kurt finally said, still watching Sam with that odd mix of curiosity, worry- and something else. “See you.”
He watched the brunette leave- before realizing that he was talking. Loudly.
“….what?” Sam felt himself freeze as Kurt turned slowly, blinking once, twice, as though he hadn’t understood.
“I-Uh-” Sam began, before Kurt sent him another disarming smile.
“I didn’t catch that.”
Fuck his life could he just get swallowed by a black hole or something now-
“Are you free Saturday night?”
He watched as Kurt blinked rapidly, a slight flush coming to the countertenor’s cheeks that really just made him wanna kiss him until more of that pretty color came.
“…Perhaps.” Kurt said finally, a slight smile appearing.
He could feel a grin of his own, quite obviously (and pathetically) excited appear.
“‘C-Cause-Well-I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite or something. And maybe the movies. If you wanted.” Sam said quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth.
For a moment, Kurt Hummel was silent, just watching the blonde before finally nodding slowly, smiling slowly, that look of amusement making his eyes twinkle and Sam’s stomach do flips.
“I’d like that.”
“Cool.” God, he was grinning like an idiot. VERY Uncool. “I’ll text you, then.” He added, hands tucking into his pockets.
Kurt nodded slowly, smirking despite himself. “Alright then.”
“Right. Okay. So- I’ll text you. And- Glee-I’ll see you later. In Glee. Right.” He found himself saying, breathless at the wave of relief and happiness rushing over him. “See you Kurt.”
He got a last look at those eyes, sparkling in a way he’d never seen them sparkle before.
“See you later, Sam.”
Klaroline & Skype. :)
Hi there! Sorry for the late post I got caught up on some tv. Anyhoodles, hope you enjoy! Also I read your smiley face as in you wanted it to dirty….k?
Klaroline on Skype
“Caroline…sweetheart can you see me? I can’t see you yet.” Klaus said at his computer screen. While attending to some loose ends in Europe, he and Caroline decided to have a date on Skype since it would be a while before he was back in Mystic Falls.
“I’m here! Hold on a sec. I have the sheet over the webcam.” She shouted. He heard her rustling about and had no idea what she was up to. “Ok…ready for our date?”
“Yes Caroline…what are you doing? I want to see your face already.”
“I promise, you’ll love it! Wait, are you there alone?”
“Of course, I’m back at the villa. Alone in my bedroom, remove the sheet.”
Caroline smirked and fluffed up her hair. “Perfect.” She said removing the bed sheet over her laptop and waited to make eye contact with Klaus.
Klaus almost spit out the wine he was sipping and instead started choking & coughing. Caroline sat on her bed in what seemed like one of his dress shirts and nothing else. The shirt slipped off one of her bare shoulders and from what he could tell she had no bra or panties on.
“Oh my god.” He muttered as he expanded the video chat to full screen.
“Like? I love…you’re making it incredibly hard for me to stay put in Italy darling.” He said clearing his throat.
“Anything else incredibly hard?” she said practically purring and playing with the ends of her hair.
“Jesus Caroline…”Klaus whispered dragging a hand over his face. He was never one for sexting or doing things like this. Not with Caroline. He wanted the real thing. “Do you have anything on underneath my shirt you’re wearing?”
“Nope! Wanna see…?” she adjusted her webcam so Klaus got a full view of her when she knelt on the bed in front of the laptop. She started unbuttoning the few buttons that were closed…slowly.
Klaus felt his jeans suddenly become uncomfortable with the view of her thighs and her navel as she undid the small buttons to the white shirt. He really couldn’t stand it, it was one thing for her to tease him…but this was absolute torture. They were on different continents.
“Fuck…Caroline get dressed.” He said regrettably looking down at the huge bulge in his lap straining against this the zipper in his jeans.
He heard more rustling as Caroline adjusted the screen and he saw her flustered expression, doubt creeping into her eyes.
“What? Why? Is something wrong?”
He smirked and leaned in so she could see how serious he was. “Yes, something’s wrong. I’ll have a plane waiting for you in as soon as half an hour. Now get your ass over here so I can undress you myself.”
Caroline squealed with delight and blew a kiss at the screen. “Whatever you say.” She replied signing off their video chat.
Wow, sorry it took me FOREVER to write this but HERE IT IS.
Warnings: angssssssssssst :U
klaus and caroline keep on getting interrupted by the other originals - they want caroline to help them with technology
requested by anonymous
Klaus had Caroline exactly where he wanted her. In his bed.
He pulled at the hem of her tshirt, his fingers grazing her soft skin, as he covered her lips and throat.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in days,” Klaus murmured into her neck. Caroline arched into him.
“I was at school. It’s only been like six hours.”
He growled and ripped at her shirt, popping the buttons open. Caroline frowned at him, but he ignored her, his mouth heading for her chest.
Just then Caroline’s phone beeped from inside her bag at the end of the bed.
“Ugh text message,” she moaned as Klaus hand slipped into her bra.
The phone beeped again.
“It might be Elena. Something important.”
Klaus moved back and let her slid forward to retrieve her phone. She slid the button open and typed in her passcode, reading the text.
“It’s Rebekah,” she said.
Date tonight. Need help picking outfit.
Caroline rolled her eyes. Another text appearing on the screen.
Stop sexing up my brother and help me! Or I’ll kill your friend Matt.
Caroline turned the phone on silent and threw it back in her purse. She knew the threat was empty. Rebekah and Matt had gone on three dates now and she knew that the evil-blood-slut-turned-friend and no intention of killing Matt.
She crawled back over to Klaus, climbing into his lap and pushing him back on the bed. A sexy smile spread across her face.
“Now where were we?” She purred leaning in for a kiss.
Klaus smiled and slid his hands under her shirt, pushing the fabric off her body. His fingers trailed up to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, letting it slid down her arms. He leaned forward and captured one perfect pink nub between his lips, sucking lightly. Caroline threaded her fingers through his hair and threw her head back, collapsing backwards.
Klaus followed her, climbing over her as her fingers went to his own shirt.
“This is unfair, you’re wearing too many clothes,” she said removing his usual Henley tee.
“Whoops I’m sorry,” Kol said bursting through the door. Caroline squeaked and wrapped her arms around her chest. Klaus growled at Kol’s interruption.
“Kol, you’ve been barging in every day this week. Clearly it’s not an accident,” Klaus fumed.
“Who knows really. But now that I’m hear I need Caroline’s help with my iphone. I can’t figure out how to make those damn smile faces that she always texts.”
“Kol,” Caroline said through her teeth, “not the best time. I’m a little busy here.”
Kol’s eyes raked over Caroline’s chest. “I don’t mind,” he smirked.
Klaus grabbed his younger brother by his shirt collar and threw him from the room. “Maybe later then,” Kol said as he flew down the hall.
This time Klaus slammed the door and locked it, running a hand through his hair. All of his frustration melted away as he watched Caroline stand and begin to remove her pants. Slowly.
A loud knock sounded at the door.
“Fucking hell!” Klaus shouted, whipping open the door just enough to reveal Elijah on the other side. “What?”
Elijah shrugged, “I don’t know Rebekah said you were looking for me.”
“Oh good,” the vampire in question appeared, pushing back the door and walking over to a near naked Caroline. She took her by the hand, Caroline tripping over her discarded pants. “Now you can help me pick an outfit.”
“Uh Rebekah, I’m a little busy,” she muttered. She could feel the blush hit her body as Rebekah dragged her in her underwear past Elijah.
“Rebekah where are you taking Caroline?”
The original vampire smirked. “Girl time Nik, you understand.” With that she shoved Caroline into her room and shut the door.
“Poor Caroline,” Elijah remarked, “who would have thought Rebekah would take such a shine to her.”
Klaus rolled his eyes. “Or the rest of the family for that matter.”
I went rather overboard with your prompt. I had to write it up in a word document first. It’s almost a page and a half long. SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT LOL.
Also, because I can, I’m totally dedicating it to Corie. Because I thought about our bujeet roleplay the whole time I wrote it.
I’M SO SORRY I CAN’T PUT A READ ME CUT. AND IF I CAN I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW AND I’M SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT.
There was this one day when Buford realized he loved Baljeet. Looking back on the day, he acknowledged that at the time he was under the impression that the love he felt was the love you feel for a best friend. But because he had grown and learned just what it was to love someone, it became very clear to him that he admitted he loved Baljeet only after half a day away from him. Granted, he was under the impression Baljeet never wanted to see him again, but that’s beside the point. He couldn’t even go one day without the other boy, and they hadn’t gone apart from one another ever since, excluding family vacations (which were a whole new level of torture, he’d found, because they were gone for days). They couldn’t stand to be apart. He was a total wreck without Baljeet. Baljeet was a total wreck without him.
Clearly, they were already in love that summer when they were 10. They just didn’t know what to name the emotion.
That night, when they’d gotten ‘back together’ as bully and nerd, Buford remembered spending the night at Baljeet’s house. He’d never stayed the night there before, and his mother was concerned because she felt ten was so young to be staying a night away from her, but in the end she gave in because the Rai’s lived a block away. The night started out pretty awkward, as neither of them had had a sleepover before (it was just such a girly thing to do), but they’d both agreed that they had some things to talk about, and honestly, he was pretty sure they just didn’t want to be separated again after ‘finally’ reuniting.
But before bed, after they’d changed into their pj’s, Baljeet quietly lead Buford out of his bedroom on the first floor and up a narrow staircase at the end of the hall. Which was confusing, because the Rai’s house was clearly a one-story building, but upon reaching the top it became clear that the room they were entering was an attic. It had low ceilings, and it was musty and old-smelling, and the walls weren’t plastered or insulated in the slightest. It was packed with boxes and things that had clearly moved with them from India, and Buford was intrigued and compelled to start rummaging, but Baljeet just kept motioning for him to follow across the room. It took all he had not to peek under the sheet covering what looked to be a gorgeous Baby Grand, but the curiosity of what Baljeet was up to kept him moving.
Upon reaching the far end of the room, Baljeet jumped for a string hanging off a door in the ceiling, and pulled down a folding ladder. After unlocking a heavy, flat door at the top of the ladder with a key on a nearby box, he pressed it open and climbed out.
There’s this snapshot memory of staring out the hole in the attic and seeing an incredible looking star-field above them in the night sky lodged in Buford’s head. (Looking back, of course, it was an average suburban night sky, but the streetlights were out that night so you could see a few more stars.)
The two spent what felt like hours just sitting up on Baljeet’s nearly flat roof, huddled together in a blanket and just listening to the nighttime sounds of summer and staring at the sky in silence. Baljeet was an early-to-bed boy though, so at some point he’d begun to doze and leaned against Buford’s shoulder.
It’d startled Buford at first, but this swelling comfort and warmth in his chest persuaded him to rest his own head on Baljeet’s.
And for some reason, he could only remember this one sound byte from that whole evening:
“I am so very glad that we are still best friends.”
And it’d made Buford feel so important, like someone needed him. Even though he picked on him and called him names and teased him, Baljeet was happy. (Which, again, looking back on the situation could not have been very healthy thinking on Baljeet’s part at all, but when Buford finally quit the petty name-calling and wedgies and wet-willies they’d only grown closer and more emotionally involved with one another, so there must have been some honest affection in there on both sides to begin with.)
No one had been happy to be close to him before. Everyone was scared of him, or just friendly to him. If he disappeared, Phineas and Ferb and Isabella, they’d all be sad, but they’d get over it soon enough. Baljeet, though, he’d be devastated. Depressed. Something would be missing from him forever. And, god damn if that didn’t make Buford feel special.
He’d carried Baljeet back down off the roof that night, the boy was so light he could carry him with one hand for god’s sake, and it was all he could do not to crawl into bed with him and fall asleep. But he still had to be assertive and manly and a bully, don’t you know, so if he did something as silly and weak and crazy as that no one would ever respect or fear him again. So he took up his spot on the air mattress on the floor, and cuddled his pillow instead of rest his head on it.
Buford had always thought of that night as the best night of his life.
That is, until he and Baljeet had first made love and fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
And even that was bumped to when Buford had proposed, and Baljeet had accepted.
Which then became tonight, the night of their wedding.
And maybe someday the best night of his life would be changed to some other adventure they embark on in the future, but somehow, he doubted it.
Nothing had felt as indescribably amazing as putting a ring on Baljeet’s finger, or having a ring put on his.
Price Tag- TimKon PG-13
vyvyansboots replied to your post: If you’d like a small drabble write me a note in my ask :)
hi this is exciting i don’t know what to ask for but you like tim/kon right? so tim/kon? :P i suck at requesting stuff sorry i get all bashful
[Oh my goodness don’t be bashful! You’re fabulous! :) ]
Since Tim Drake became part of the Wayne family he had become quite used to being surrounded by expensive things.
I desperately need to get my creative juices flowing so I can finish stuff, and since I’m in the drabble-ish mood, would anyone like to request something? :) I’m most comfortable writing for the Core Four, but I’d definitely be willing to try other characters, too!
A couple of quid pro quo:
- I have absolutely nothing against 80’s Boyfriends, but I ship Felix waaaay too hard with Calhoun to romantically pair him with anyone else. However, platonic/friendship scenarios are A-okay! :D
- I’ve never written for King Candy/Turbo outside of derpy dialogue, so I can’t promise anything terrific in that department. >_>;
- I can write anything from cavity-inducing fluff to heart-wreching angst, and aaaanywhere in between. BD
- On that note, NSFW requests are fine with me, so long as they don’t exceed my personal realm of comfort. If they do, I’ll contact you privately and we’ll go from there. :)
- I’ll try to fill all requests, but I reserve the right to politely decline any prompts that don’t work with my muse. Thank you. <3
That’s all, folks! Are you ready for some drabbles? :D?
flyingfishpaste said: uhhh how about a conversation between davesprite and karkat? take it from there! (is that considered a drabble)
(Holy crap these just keep getting longer. Also yay Davesprite prompt! Flyingfishpaste loves me and wants me to be happy. <3)
Initial knowledge dump aside, one of the first things you’d learned about being a sprite was that you had a disturbing tendency to drift when not paying attention. Hazards of being a creature set to ‘float’ by default, you suppose. The second thing you’d learned was that your tail was prehensile and damned useful at preventing the first. Over the years you’d gotten used to it, and these days it was second nature to curl your tail around anything nearby to anchor yourself when you weren’t going anywhere.
You move distractedly, absorbed in the book you’d borrowed from Rose —a dense volume on Alternian history she’d translated— tail snaking around the nearest support without thought.
Said support squawks in outrage and yanks you sideways, and you realize with a start that you’d curled your tail around Karkat’s ankle. “Shit. Sorry, wasn’t paying attention.” You release him, winding your tail around the leg of his chair instead. You hadn’t even noticed he was there, but you suppose that’s what you get for wandering distracted.
Karkat grumbles, bending to retrieve the book he’d dropped. A troll bodice ripper, judging by the cover. Literature at its finest, although you can’t say you haven’t read a shitty romance or two in your day. For purely ironic purposes, of course. He stops on his way back up, and you realize he’s staring upside down at where your tail is curled around the chair leg. You consider absconding because you don’t enjoy gawking, but Karkat speaks up before you can decide. “What’s it like?”
He sits upright, expression frankly curious. You almost toss some sort of stock answer about bitchin’ wings and never having to piss, but something stops you. Usually when the subject comes up, there’s some kind of undertone of pity or guilt, but Karkat isn’t asking because he feels bad for you, or out of some kind of bizarro survivor’s guilt. He’s asking because he wants to know.
You and Karkat have barely spoken ten words to each other before now, and somehow that makes an honest answer easier. “Pretty shitty.” You shrug. “But it has its perks, and it’s better than being a corpse.” Sometimes, in the private recesses of your own mind, you aren’t so sure about that last one. But that isn’t something anyone else needs to know.
“Huh.” Karkat absently dog-ears his page and shuts his book. He looks intrigued. “What kind of perks?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Why, you interested in some prime sprite real estate?”
Karkat rolls his eyes and grumps, “I’m just asking, don’t be an ass.”
“The flying is handy, and I don’t have to worry about any inconvenient bodily functions.” You roll your shoulders and flex your wings as you consider. You’ve never really listed out the pros of spritehood before. “Decent regenerative abilities. Encyclopedic knowledge of the game.” Karkat’s eyebrows climb, and you cut him off before he can ask. “Don’t get excited, we’re pretty much all the way off script here.” You uncurl your tail from the chair and use it to pluck the book from his hands, smirking when he snatches it back and glares at you. “Handy-dandy third arm.”
He thwaps your tail with his book, and you stifle a grin before curling it around the leg of the chair again. “Seems like a pretty good deal, unless you count the eye-fuckingly obnoxious color scheme,” he says.
Your feathers ruffle against your will and your good humor evaporates, because yeah. Of course he wouldn’t get it. “I guess it’s pretty rad, until you realize that everyone’s treating you like a shitty xerox of yourself.” As soon as the words are out, you wish you could take them back, because you know Dave and Karkat are pretty good friends. You detach from the chair with a carefully careless shrug. “But hey, what can you do?”
You’re about to abscond, to find somewhere to hide with your book, when Karkat’s grip stops you. His claws prick the delicate underside of your wrist, and you raise an eyebrow in question. He does some pretty remarkable facial acrobatics, and you swear to god if he spews some sort of patronizing bullshit you will deck him.
Instead he asks, “You read?” with a nod towards Rose’s book, now tucked under your other arm.
You know he’s asking because Dave doesn’t, really. It’s a habit you’ve picked up over the last three years, partially to stave off boredom, partially to escape Jade and John’s company when it got to be too much. You were a little surprised to find how much you liked it, really. “Yeah.” You’re not sure where he’s going with this.
He gives your arm a tug and then releases it. “Then sit your ass down and let me introduce you to some quality fiction.”
You stare, trying to gauge his motivation. Karkat plops back into his chair and waves his book impatiently, and you’re surprised to find that he doesn’t seem to be motivated by some sort of misguided charity. You’re not a pale copy of Dave to be pitied and indulged— you’re just a dude who also happens to like books.
It’s a nice change of pace.
After a moment of consideration you drift closer, and instead of the chair leg you curl your tail around Karkat’s ankle again. He don’t squawk and flail this time, which is a little disappointing. He just thumbs to the first page with a snort and starts reading.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Robin and Spoiler had met up once again. They were teaming up to bust a small drug ring, and the boy wonder was giving her the rundown of what to expect. Of course, Stephanie wasn’t listening, even though her eyes were glued to him in rapt attention. No, what she was considering was what her masked companion looked like underneath the costume he wore.
The boy genius was younger than her, of that Steph was reasonably certain, why else would he be so tiny. Well, tiny in the relative sense. That tight outfit he wore only accentuated his slim, muscular frame. What school did he go to? He’d mentioned having a girlfriend, hadn’t he? Steph wondered what she was like. Did she know he moonlighted as Batman’s junior partner; did she get to put her hands all over those dedicatedly sculpted muscles of his?
Even with the mask she could tell that his face hadn’t yet lost its childish roundness. He had a child’s cute, button nose nestled between perfectly pinchable cheeks. What of his eyes though, were they soft and round filled with the childishness so evident in the rest of his features? Or were they hard and cold; a testament to all the things he’d seen under Batman, carrying the same harshness as his voice when he chastised her.
Tim could feel the hairs on the back of his neck start to prickle. Stephanie sure was listening hard, her eyes trained on him like a hawk. But was she really listening, or was her mind elsewhere, somewhere far beyond the mission they were about to embark on.
Stephanie tried to imagine smooth, peach skin replacing the green of his mask; dark, prominent eyebrows arching about the blank eye holes. What color were they? Would she ever get to see them? It was said that the eyes were the window to the soul, and clearly Spoiler was not one with whom the boy wonder felt comfortable sharing his with.
What if they were brown? People with dark hair often had dark eyes, right? How dark was the question, though. They could be so dark they were barely distinguishable from his pupils. Deep, dark eyes that made all the ladies pine and swoon as they wondered what brilliant thoughts coursed through that big brain of his. Or what if the opposite was true? What if they were soft and warm, like honey, a sweet golden brown, belying his secret escapades at night behind a mask of childish innocence? There was also a middling hue to think about, what if they were a rich brown, like chocolate, what girl didn’t like chocolate?
But they could always be green, like the main character in that book series she’d started reading. Harry Potter had black hair and green eyes, why couldn’t Robin? A rich forest green, a cheery spring green, any variation would be a truly striking contrast to his almost jet-black hair. Did they sparkle with mischief when he teased her? Lighting up like she knew hers did whenever he was near?
Or what about blue? That would truly be a heroic combination. Black hair and blue eyes, like Superman, and Superboy, whose posters hung up on the wall in her bedroom. Would they be a blue like her own? Or maybe the unearthly blue of the other heroes?
What if his eyes were another color altogether, like violet or hazel? One day he’d show her, and she knew, when he did, that they’d be the perfect fit for the rest of his face.
“So, do you have it, or should I go through it once more?” asked the boy wonder, his touch to her shoulder, startling her from her reverie. Her reaction was answer enough that she hadn’t heard a single word he’d said. “What were you concentrating on so hard?” he queried.
“What you’d look like without that mask,” she answered nonchalantly, giving him a Cheshire Cat grin beneath her full face mask. The look of shock on his face was something she relished in their time together, and she let out a soft giggle before taking off for the warehouse.