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ramona blanco. 19. ;★.:｡— cause i'm a made up mess in a backless dress

[brockbarnes-blog]

“Shirtless, definitely. Maybe I’d need to do a demonstration, who knows?”

[ramonablanco-blog]

     “Fuck, you got me signed up. I'll even be your volunteer.”

[brockbarnes-blog]

“I think I am more than qualified to teach sex ed here. A lot more qualified than our teachers, anyway.”

[ramonablanco-blog]

    “I wont lie, I’d take that class. Would you be shirtless too?”

[nicostraccia-blog]

Nico noticed the way Ramona wasn’t meeting his eyes, figuring it had something to do with the fact that they were sleeping together. He’d met girls like that before, ones who didn’t talk to people unless they were in bed together. “Oh, you’ve just got it all figured out, haven’t you?” he deadpanned, sighing and turning his head to blow smoke away from her. He wasn’t sure he could deal with Ramona sober, the more that he thought about it. 

[ramonablanco-blog]

     Maybe it was the fact that Ramona hated looking people in the eyes in a normal situation. A sign of dominance, and the sign that no, I will not back down, was eye contact. She was not challenging Nico in this situation, so neutrality meant looking elsewhere. Of course, that ended with his comment, when she looked him dead in the eyes with a frown. “Are you giving me fucking shit for having myself figured out, Nico? Sayin’ I can’t know how I want to live my fuckin’ life? You gonna devalue me because I know what I do and don’t want? You wanna fucking snap at me like that again I’ll shove your cigarettes so far up your ass you’ll taste the tobacco.” Spitting her words like venom, she turns away, jogging back to her dorm and away from the situation. So much for feeling clean on the inside.

[wtvrjulian-blog]

Julian blinked in astonishment for a moment, before he turned away from the girl and ran an open hand over his face. “Oh my fucking God…” he sighed, clearly annoyed by her snarky remarks. “Just fucking go, for Christ’s sake.”

[ramonablanco-blog]

     “I could go,” She thought out loud, tilting her head to the side. “But you’re kinda cute when you’re angry.” She grinned.

[jakereese-blog1]

“Gender and religion are social constructs. We made them up to be able to divide people into sections and herd them like sheep. So it humors me when I see baby boomers get all red-faced about it. Sorry your methods of keeping the masses in line failed, my bad.”

[ramonablanco-blog]

     “Fuck--- I know right? Religion’s purpose was literally to explain what we did not know--- and ultimately to make death seem less scary. Come up with a place you go to after you die, don’t worry, you wont be gone forever! It’s all so ridiculous that these fucking old farts sit there preaching their prehistoric beliefs when times are changing and moving on. People are fucking stupid.”

[nicostraccia-blog]

Nico laughed at her answer. She actually wasn’t dicking him around for once, which was refreshing. “I love tar and shit,” he sighed, looking down the end of his cigarette and making a face at it. He knew he was wrecking his body, but he kept telling himself he’d quit in the next 5 years - that way it couldn’t really hurt him. “You smoke after sex, don’t you?” he pointed out bluntly. He didn’t have the energy to be coy. “That’s a workout.” 

[ramonablanco-blog]

     “I smoke all the time.” She shrugs, still looking around. It’s odd to hold eye contact with him. Mostly because if she were, she’d just want to punch him in the face, and she’s trying to keep herself out of trouble. At least, in terms of the board. “And sex is dirty to begin with, so it doesn’t feel much different. I work out to flush out all the fat and grime that’s been sitting in my body and smoking right after just makes it feel pointless.” She explains, giving a cool shrug.

[itshelencarter-blog]

A brow quirked as she spoke and only continued to arch as she went on. “ Great, ”  the word came out curtly, and she shrugged. “ So that’s your round about way of saying that you’d be the one to push poor Timmy in the well.  Fantastic.— I was actually coming over here to let you know that a study group will be coming to locate here not too long from now.  So, I won’t be the only one getting between you and your tawny tan. ”

[ramonablanco-blog]

       “I’d never push Timmy in a well. In a volcano, or another place more interesting than a well, sure.” She shrugs, only kidding. She’d never push Timmy anywhere unless he really had it coming. At the mention of a study group coming, Ramona nods. “Oh, yeah. Okay.” A thing to understand, Ramona wasn’t rude when it came to practical thing. Academics, wanting to get an education, those things didn’t call for a rude comment. So she hopped down from the bench. “Go right ahead.”

[nicostraccia-blog]

Nico shrugged when Ramona didn’t take a cigarette, sticking his pack back in his pocket. She seemed to have something really against smoking with him. He laughed through a scoff when she spoke, rolling his eyes. “Guess I can’t, right?” he sighed, looking up at her and squinting his eyes. He’d never talked to Ramona sober before - not ever. He found her a lot less tolerable that way. “Why won’t you ever smoke with me?” he asked, his voice groggy. 

[ramonablanco-blog]

     At first, she was going to make fun of him for asking. For being such a little bitch for something so trivial as choosing not to smoke with him. But maybe she should cut him a little slack and give him an honest answer. She huffs, looking around as she adjusts her feet. “Fuck, Nico, I just worked out. My body is clean. I don’t really want to fuck it up with a bunch of tar and shit right now.” Well, an honest answer said in a Ramona way, of course.

[nicostraccia-blog]

Nico rolled his eyes when Ramona called him a twat. He couldn’t stand her most of the time. “Hey, fuck off,” he furrowed his brows when she tossed his cigarette away. He reached into his pocket for another cigarette, taking one for himself and then offering his pack to her with the lid tilted back. “Yeah, it’s easy to be offended by me. I’m just so intimidating and tough and edgy and rude to everybody I talk to,” he started, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Or wait - that’s you, isn’t it?”

[ramonablanco-blog]

     She didn’t take one of his cigarettes, just crossing her arms over her chest. It felt wrong to smoke right after a workout. Like she got internally clean for nothing. She shrugged at his comment about her. It wasn’t a big deal coming form him. Or anyone, really. “Guilty is charged.” She puts her hand on her hips. “Can’t kill me for just bein’ a bitch.”

[wtvrjulian-blog]

Julian rolled his eyes, a slight shake of his head as he said, “Does it look like I care? Just move and quit makin’ things so fucking difficult.”

[ramonablanco-blog]

     She rolls her eyes, still not bothering to budge. “See, now if you had said that in the first place when I asked, maybe I would have moved, but now you’re just being rude.” As if Ramona wasn’t one to talk.

[nicostraccia-blog]

Nico leaned against the front of the Arts building, cigarette between his lips and phone in hand. His head was pounding. He’d run out of coke the night before, and hadn’t gotten hold of his dealer yet. He was scrolling through his twitter feed when he noticed someone lingering near him, and he sighed. “What?” he snapped. “Is my smoking offending you?” he rolled his eyes, as it seemed to bother almost everyone in this fucking school. 

[ramonablanco-blog]

     Ramona was just coming from a workout, her body still pumping adrenaline and her mind racing. It was either the best or the worst time to catch her. Being on a high from burning all that fat, it was either good or bad. With Nico, it was kind of a guarantee bad. “Oh, don’t be such a twat, Nico.” She grabs the cigarette from his hand, tossing it on the ground. “Ever think I could just be offended by you?” A part of her was teasing him, a part being genuine. 

[itshelencarter-blog]

“ —— ” her eyes dragged to the girl, slightly annoyed.  Lifting her hands into a dramatic shrug, Helen let them fall back down to her thighs and drummed an impatient rhythm against them for a moment. “ Would that be enough to grab your attention?  Are you CPR skills up to par? ”

[ramonablanco-blog]

       Annoyance didn’t phase her, and she kept with her rather bland expression. “Probably not. It’s rather dull... just getting stuck down a well. Of all thing, they pick the one east exciting to fall down?” She shrugs. “I don’t have training in helping lives, more like ruining them.” The honest to god truth, she created messes.

[wtvrjulian-blog]

It was clear to Julian that the girl who sprawled out on the table wasn’t listening to him, but he didn’t care. A less than genuine smile spreading across his chapped lips, he said, “Move. You’re in my way, Lassie.”

[ramonablanco-blog]

    She raised her brows, adjusting her seat so her feet rested on the bench part, elbows on her knees. “You know, only one of us can be Lassie in this situation, you realize that, right?” She points her finger between the two of them, giving him a curdled smirk. She completely ignored his request.

[nicostraccia-blog]

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    A girl with a hard shell around her constantly, but those few cracks of a moment when she showed something pure, and fragile, she wasn’t going to sit here and fuck around with a boy like Nico. The kind of pretentious fuckboy the girl’s back at school would have ridiculed. Ramona would be one of them, too. And while she didn’t fall for his bullshit like most of the girls did for him, he let him fuck her, and she indulged in him a little. It was like eating drug store chocolate; it’s really not the best, but you’re still splurging. Either way you end up slightly more satisfied than you were before you had it. Just, sometimes after that... you feel guilty, or wish you’d just fucking picked nicer chocolate. She needed a cigarette, grabbing the one in her drawer and not even looking at him as he replied. She rolled her eyes, wanting to set fire to his pretty oy hair and telling him to get the fuck out. He did, though. He left, and she set on her bed, cigarette between her lips so lazily. She was a fucking mess. This was no who her mother wanted her to be. 

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       Doesn’t everyone just wish they could not see things? That they could block out all the real parts of the other person and pretend this wasn’t what it really was. That Ramona wasn’t really just a fragile, scared girl deep down. Or that Nico wasn’t some sad, broken poet. She was going to pretend she was still strong in the moment of weakness, and he wasn’t exactly the person that makes her stomach twist in disgust. She could pretend he was the kind of person she could let herself tear down her walls for, just in those few seconds. She leans forward, burying her face in her neck as she lets out a muffled, strangled moan. Not a single word, but her body trembles, stopping in her movements as sh reached that point where her pieces were put together. Just for a few seconds, she was collected. It really didn’t matter who came first. what mattered was that they had, and now she was leaning against him, panting, filled with some sort of shame. Before he fucked her, she just found him annoying and kind of hated him. Now she was just upset with herself that she settled. That he got to see a part of her she doesn’t really like showing, but does. Pulling out, she takes off the condom for him, tossing it in the waste basket by her bed. She brushes back a loose strand of her hair, looking at him with raised brows. She felt her walls building back up again. “You should go.” Standing up from her bed, she grabs one of her tee shirts, pulling it over her body. She stays away from him, only looking him in the eyes with her firm glance. There was no us, only two being selfishly seeking pleasure. They wouldn’t smoke together. There was no pillow talk. Only sex. Now that that was over, he didn’t need to stay.

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       It was that sense of power. The utmost ability to preform for another person. And that’s really all it was; a performance. Only thing performance ended with an orgasm, which just made it better. She was making him feel good, and if his words didn’t show it, his body was. It doesn’t lie; with it’s goosebumps and his moans. It was something she was good at. Taking control and making people feel good, also making people make her feel good. It took a while, and maybe now that they’re no filled to the brim with liquor, he’ll remember how she likes it and not to give her the bullshit he was giving her before. Never a girl of formalities. He uses the word us and it disgusts her, making her body want to reject it altogether but it only makes her hips move faster and her throat to release a groan. There wasn’t an us, only two people looking for pleasure in one another. They were two separate being joined together for a temporary moment. Us, means partnership, and a partnership is not something she will find in Nico. But she will make them both cum, and she brings her lips from his skin, moving faster and letting her head fall back, eyes closing. Her hands pulled back from him to feel over her own chest, creating the most pleasure for herself. Because she’s really all that mattered in this situation. Whimpering lightly, she bit her lip, moment’s fragility causing Ramona’s own vulnerability to open up just a little. A crack of something normal. “Nico, I’m---” She stammered, crying out like a helpless girl just wanting to feel good. “I’m gonna...” So close she could feel her body growing tighter. Roughness turned to bliss and she just wanted to reach euphoria. So bad.

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        It just made her ripple with hunger. A monster crying out for pleasure that he was giving to her. Groaning out her name and making her feel as thought she hadn’t worked to be so good. She hadn’t, and she was, that was true. He’s got a thumb between her lips and she watches him as she sucks, a moment’s flash of doe eyes and batting lashes. She could be that good girl if you wanted. She could call you daddy and tell you to spank her good but only if you ask. Only if you purr in her ear and tell her she’s been a good girl. He hasn’t though, instead he’s telling her to pull her hand, and instead her tiny body uses her force to flip them over, taking a moment to adjust herself before moving her hips on top of him. Pulling him so their chests are pressed together, she grabs a fistful of his hair, biting down on his shoulder hard, wanting to show that there had been someone to leave a deep purple mark on his skin. A girl who was not fragile. A girl who would not let someone fuck her lip a pig all night. Someone who rod him well. Made him moan and beg. She was going to make him see brutal stars. Moaning lightly against his skin, she moved to bite in a different spot, making another mark. Moving her lips against his ear, she breaths hard, her other hand grabbing onto his arm. “You like it?” She whispers smoothly. “You want me to fuck you more, baby?”