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I Know A Bitch When I See One - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome is seething even more so when you follow behind him. He doesn’t want you to try and continue conversations about his mother. He doesn’t even want to think of her and yet he is now. He pauses and turns. “Help? How are ya gonna do that?”
“I’ll distract you.” His hand slid up the other’s arm and he smiled softly, hopeful. “However you want. We could go to the graveyard and I could show you some of my magic?”
Clowning Around - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome doesn’t think to press it. Although he should know that normalcy isn’t your niche. He watches you adjust the cowl on your costume. He raises a brow at the hand on your hip. “Ooh, things are getting serious.” He laughs and upon hearing your joke, he bursts out laughing. “Ah!! Now that’s what I call funny.”
Oh, things had just about been ready to get very serious. The laugh, however, felt good for once. He wasn’t getting laughed at, but... His joke was. It was an odd sound to him, one that warmed his heart. He was so thankful for his mask; he smiled beneath it. “You should tell me that more often, I’ll keep making actually decent jokes.”
Decaf? I Will Shoot You In The Face! - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome’s stomach is in knots as he hurriedly goes downtown to get the coffee you like. His anxiety soars. The longer he’s away, the longer you’re without coffee. Which means, the angrier you may become. When he returns with the coffee, he’s shaking mess. He’s terrified of what he’s going to walk in to. He can’t get the possibility of being hit out of his mind.
That’s not a normal situation, he knows that logically. People don’t normally just strike people simply for making mistakes. But when that is what you’re used to, your mind goes crazy. “I-I’m back.” He hands the coffee over, silently praying that everything is okay. He’s surprised by your question. He blinks. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He shakes his head. He’s surprised he hasn’t broke down crying, yet.
The keyword is ‘yet’ because he’s been fighting it off since you were in his face. He kept telling himself that he is in front of people and can’t breakdown. They wouldn’t understand. Once he’s finished here, he’ll slip away to the bathroom and let it out.
The look in Jerome’s eyes, the quake in his lip, the way he tried his best to avoid looking at him. He registered all of the signs, and he knows that his usually brash personality probably freaked out the poor guy. Stepping over to close the door to his office, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
“Sit.” Skirting around his wooden desk, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a little orange bottle and a bottle of “blue” flavored Powerade Zero. Returning around his desk, he handed the drink to the other and opened up the bottle. Glancing at the door, he thought to lock it, before knocking out a single blue pill onto his hand.
“Here. Take this, it will help.” He took Jerome’s hand in his own and turned it so that the pill could be placed in his palm, “It’s Klonopin. I take it for my anxiety attacks, too.”
Possessiveness is very hot and no one can tell me otherwise thank you.
Safety Net - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome shakes his head. “No, not booze. I got sodas. Is that okay?” He closes the door and furrows his brows. “Are you okay? What’s the matter? What’s going on?” He places the stuff down on a nearby table, wanting nothing more than to comfort you as you’re clearly upset.
He locks eyes with you and follows the direction of your tilted gaze. When he sees the dog, he winces. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” He walks up to you and embraces you. “What happened?”
“Sure.” He murmured, kind of in reference to all of those things that Jerome had asked. When the obvious reason for his upset was finally spotted, he flinched away from Jerome, scooting closer to the basket.
“He was just old... He was already nine when I got him four years ago, missing two toes, no teeth... I’m lucky he made it this long.” But he’d fallen for the poor little guy, and with his loss, his heart was broken.
Closed Starter-Somethin’ Bad
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome bats his eyes at you. Sweet face. What a nice term of endearment. He’s not used to those. He may or may not be more flustered than he was before. His face deepens a shade of red. He giggles vehemently at the admission, although it sort of makes him glad he doesn’t have a ‘first time’ story. At the rate you’re convincing him, he is about to. He allows his hands to rest in yours and locks eyes with you. Hearing that you don’t judge helps him to relax a little bit. He listens further, biting on his bottom lip, before softly nodding. “O-okay, a blow job. That’s it.” He’ll see how that goes. He may end up wanting more.
He can’t help the way he bats his eyelashes in return, fluttering his lashes with a lascivious smile. The cute blush tells him just enough, and he leaned up to kiss Jerome’s cheek, holding their hands tight. “Don’t worry, daddy, I’ll take good care of you.” He whispered, “You’re going to love my mouth. I’m very good at what I do.”
The Skills To Pay The Bills - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
“I’m sorry I left ya alone to fend for yourself, Firk.” Jerome pushes his hair back as he licks his lips. If it was three am, then he was more than likely sleeping or possibly in a manic state. “No, I don’t.” He states back. He blinks, stunned, as a frown bestows itself on his lips. “You’re really going to stand there, in front of me, and deny that you feel anything for me other than this ‘John/prostitute’ relationship you seem to love to hide behind like it’s some sort of safety tactic. I want to be your safety. I want you to be my safety.”
He feels childish and ridiculous for such an admission coming from himself. He feels even more ridiculous as he listens to you. He inches close to you, hands reaching out to caress your own which are tightly wound. “Firk, you could tell me that you have done every bad thing in the world and I would still want you. Quit running from me when I know you want me, too.”
Firkle wasn’t sure that he was ready to let go of his hiding place. “I...” Jerome had hit it right on the head; he wanted him, naturally. But he was so scared of that desire.
“I... Can’t. I want you to be able to run from me, too. You probably should. Michael always said I could be a touch... Obsessive.” A ‘touch’ was way off base, actually. He remembered exterminating people to get Michael’s attention, going out of his way to do anything the elder male might like.
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome moans as his grip on your hips tightens. He shallowly moves his own hips against yours. “Daddy can’t wait either, baby. Gonna make ya feel so good.”
Firkle managed to rock his hips just right to slide Jerome’s cock between his cheeks, only making him whimper softly, “Yesss, fuck, bend me over the tub and do it, now?” He could use some pre-shower fun, definitely.
philosophical-discontent:
“That’s a problem for you?” Jerome asks quizzically before pausing his movements upon feeling your hand latching onto and tugging at his shirt sleeve. He cranes his neck at you. He quite enjoys the warmth of your body hugged up to his. He can only bring himself to smile as you explain yourself and your feelings towards him. He turns and nuzzles you, arm wrapping around you. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared. I’ve never had a relationship before either.”
“I hate being scared. Nothing scares me except... Apparently this. Loving other people, opening myself up to being rejected, loved, maybe... It’s terrifying.” And it was killing him. He curled in more and more until he’d practically pulled Jerome back into bed and crawled into his lap. “What if you get tired of me, too?”
Being Your Walls - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome chuckles. “Ooh, come on. I can’t be the first one. I’m calling your bluff on that. I find it hard to believe.” He snuggles against you. “You’re sweet and kind to me and I can tell ya, nobody but you has been sweet and kind to me.” His fingers curl in your shirt and he gently hums. “What? What do you want?”
“You are.” His voice was hoarse, bit out a little more, before he finally snuggled in, closing his eyes tightly and hiding in the other’s armpit. “I... Want to just be evil. Like I’m supposed to. I’m not supposed to have feelings.”
I’m Only Human Sometimes - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome feels his heart skip a beat. He’s almost in disbelief of the words he is hearing. “I-“ He rubs his face. Surely he must be dreaming. “I’m-I just can’t believe that ya really missed me that much. That’s-wow!” He blushes.
“I... Really did. You’re important to me.” Admitting it is hard, too. He licked his lips as he leaned in and tried to hide his face in the other’s chest. “Don’t... Don’t read too into it. I... Don’t make a lot of connections with people. But I made one with you.” And it was embarrassing.
I’ll Always Be Watching You - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome stiffens as you come face to face with him. He swallows thickly and tries to keep his facial expression leveled. He frowns at the like of questioning before flinching as you put your hands on him. You’re out of your mind right now and there is really no telling what you might do to him. He’s trying to gauge which way would be better to go about speaking to you; truthful or lies. “No! Firk, don’t. Just leave him out of it. Your problem is with me, not him.”
“Mm... My problem is with everyone that you think is better than me.” Firkle giggled, nuzzling their noses together. “I would drown this entire world in blood to keep you as mine. Maybe you shouldn’t have wanted me so badly... Then you could have your little jailbait.” Simpering, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, stepping back. “I’m not young enough for you, right? That’s the problem? I’m almost nineteen, I guess we should have thought about that before I said ‘yes’ to your incessant begging. Or you could have told me there was a time limit.” Cursing under his breath, he furrowed his brows, “You really are just like Michael. The minute you have me, you don’t really want me. I’m not him.”
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome bursts out laughing. “Oh, yeah! I forgot about the whole thing with Mr. Rodriguez. What a trip.” He leans back slightly and takes another hit of the cigarette. He stares down at you as you nudge his stomach. A laugh falls from between his lips. “You’re right about that. How could I ever say no to you?”
“I still get shit for that. I only slept with him once.” Shrugging, he smiled as he reached out for the cigarette, taking a careful drag from it. Blowing smoke into the other’s belt, he glanced over just with his eyes, “I dunno. If I told you not to think about Amelia’s tits while I blow you, would an ‘of course I wouldn’t’ be a lie?”
Pretty Soon He Don’t Wanna Be My Baby - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome shrugs. “Eh, I suppose ya have a point there. I guess I just never really thought about it that way. Makes sense though. Toothpaste makes a lot of things taste weird. Why not cum?” He lets out an involuntary moan. “Why do ya gotta say things like that?”
“You don’t eat it like I do, why would you think about it? If you don’t eat something, you don’t think about how toothpaste would make it’s flavor change.” Chuckling a little, he crawled into the other’s arms, and then against his body, back to chest, “Say things like what? My love of cum? How I’d bottle yours and keep it on me, drink it in public, only we’d know?”
Living Dead Boy - CLOSED
philosophical-discontent:
Jerome smiles at the confirmation that he is from where he thinks he’s from. That makes him feel some better considering he is suffering from a serious case of memory loss. “A lot of walking?” So, he’s far away from home. “Why wouldn’t I want to leave? What is here for me?”
Sighing as he walked over, offering up a hunk of meat right under Jerome’s nose. “I can feed you, I can house you... I will take care of you. You will be...” Loved was a weird word, but it was a good excuse, “Loved, here.”
Fall Out Boy’s “Mania” Starters
+ the EP, “Lake Effect Kid”. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
M A N I A
Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea
“I think I got too many memories getting in the way of me.”
“I’m ‘bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world’s knee.”
“Some princes don’t become kings.”
“Even at the best of times I’m out of my mind.”
“You only get what you grieve.”
“Are you smelling that shit?”
“The only thing that’s ever stopping me is me.”
“Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind.”
“The alcohol never lies.”
The Last of the Real Ones
“I was just an only child of the universe. And then I found you.”
“You are the sun and I am just the planets spinning around you.”
“You were too good to be true, gold plated.”
“I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do.”
“You’re the last of a dying breed.”
“Write our names in the wet concrete.”
“I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.”
“I’m here in search of your glory.”
“There’s been a million before me.”
“That ultra kind of love you never walk away from.”
“You’re just the last of the real ones.”
“I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you.”
“I will protect you.”
“Just tell me I’m the only one, even if it’s not true.”
“You drain the fear from me.”
Hold Me Tight Or Don’t
“I never really feel a thing.”
“You were the only one that even kinda came close.”
“I took too many hits off this memory. I need to come down.”
“Another day goes by, so hold me tight.”
“Hold me tight or don’t.”
“I got too high again.”
“I can’t not be with you, or be just your friend.”
“I love you to death.”
“I just can’t pretend we were lovers first.”
“Were we ever friends?”
“I’m past the limits.”
“The distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife.”
Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)
“I was gonna say something that would solve all our problems. But then I got drunk and I forgot what I was talking about.”
“There’s nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you.”
“If I could get my shit together, I’m gonna run away and never see any of you again.”
“I always make such expensive mistakes.”
“I know it’s just a number, but you’re the eighth wonder.”
“I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.”
“I really mean I didn’t plan on showing up at all.”
“Don’t you know I hate all my friends?”
“I miss the days when I pretended with you.”
“I became such a strange shape from trying to fit in.”
Church
“If you were church, I’d get on my knees.”
“My sanctuary, you’re holy to me.”
“Take the pain.”
“Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love.”
“You are doomed but just enough.”
“I love the world but I just don’t love the way it makes me feel.”
“Got a few more fake friends and it’s getting hard to know what’s real.”
“If death is the last appointment, then we’re all just sitting the in the waiting room.”
“I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom.”
Heaven’s Gate
“One look from you, and I’m on that faded love.”
“If there were any more left of me, I’d give it to you.”
“I’m a missile that’s guided to you.”
“Would you give me a boost over heaven’s gate?”
“I’m gonna need a boost.”
“Everything else is a substitute for your love.”
“I got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true.”
“Honey, please come through.”
“Would you sneak me a wristband?”
“You’re the one habit I just can’t kick.”
Champion
“I’m calling you from the future to let you know we’ve made a mistake.”
“There’s a fog from the past that’s giving me such a headache.”
“I’m back with a madness.”
“I’m a champion.” / “I’m a champion of the people who don’t believe in champions.”
“I’ve got nothing but dreams inside.”
“I’m just young enough to still believe.” / “I’m young enough not to know what to believe in.”
“If I can live through this, I can do anything.”
“I got rage every day, on the inside.”
“The only thing I do is sit around and kill time.”
“I can do anything!”
Sunshine Riptide ft. Burna Boy
“I don’t even have my own attention.”
“You say ‘please don’t ever change’ but you don’t like me the way I am.”
“The sign says ‘don’t tap the glass’.”
“The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me but you know I wouldn’t let it.”
“The pills are kicking in.”
“She said ‘I love you till I don’t’.”
“No idea what I’m doing now.”
“There are no atheists in foxholes.”
“The pressure’s getting to me.”
“I’m stuck in the sunshine riptide.”
“Dancing all alone in the morning light.”
“You came back like a wave when I was feeling all right.”
“You are my truest feeling yet.”
“I love you so much. It’s just like oxygen.”
“Take all your possibilities and take away the limits.” / “Take your ideas and throw away all the gimmicks.”
“I do the best with what I have.”
Young and Menace
“We’ve gone way too fast for way too long.”
“We were never supposed to make it half this far.”
“I lived so much life, I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice.”
“Oops I did it again, I forgot what I was losing my mind about.”
“I was young and a menace.”
“Woke up on the wrong side of reality.”
“I’m just here flying off the deep end.” / “I’m just here to become the best yet.” / “I’m just here for the psych assessment.” / “I’m just here for the fall.”
Bishops Knife Trick
“I’m pedal to the metal, make no mistake.”
“This is my pity party.”
“I’m just a full tank away from freedom.”
“These are the last blues we’re ever gonna have.”
“Let’s see how deep we get.”
“The glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should’ve left.”
“I got a feeling inside that I can’t domesticate.”
“I’m yours til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away.”
“I’m struggling to exist with you. And without you.”
“As if the time had never passed.”
“I know I should walk away.”
“I can’t seem to get a grip, no matter how I live with it.”
L A K E E F F E C T K I D
Lake Effect Kid
“Sometimes when I’m in heaven, I get forgetful of the earth.”
“I got a pocket full of deadliness.”
“Boxed blondes have less fun.”
“Back to the city I grew up in.”
“Forever a lake effect kid.”
“I got the skyline in my veins.”
“Forget your nighttime.”
“I just wanna come back to life.”
“Spark my crazy head to keep you warm at night.”
City in a Garden
“Take me home.”
“The streetlights light up to take me home.”
“I love you, Chicago.”
“You make me feel so summer fling.”
“You know that I know that I owe you everything.”
“Feel the sorrow hit the bottle.” / “Feel the rush of having no tomorrow.”
“She said, ‘you gotta find yourself something worth holding onto’.”
“You charged me up.”
“I was something they forgot to label ‘fragile’.”
“You know too much.” / “You’re the one true thing.”
“And I’m just living out a suitcase.”
“Watch me now, watch me as I drive away.”
“I’m supposed to leave you at the end of the season, but I’ll stay.”
Super Fade
“Call it a night when the booze hits.”
“That’ll never happen again ‘till tonight.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“My love isn’t lost, it’s all I got.”
“There’s a hole inside of me, the shape of you.”
“I feel too much.” / “I feel too much unless I’m riding the super fade.”
“I should’ve known better.”
“Anything else in the world but you.”
“You know the world can get my bones, but Chicago gets my soul.” / “You know I got a hole that I try to fill.”
“I’m surfing on the dopamine high.” / “I’m someone you gotta institutionalize.”
