#anxiously chewing on my fingernails

[iccarian]

does anyone...even write alien anymore......

[moonlightrafe]

My Sister’s Keeper

summary: Aemond intends to send you away to protect you after he starts the war, but Aegon isn't ready to let you go.

pairing: Aegon & Aemond x Sister!Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Explicit smut, mention of death, incest, threesome, p in v sex, oral (m&f receiving), voyeurism, male masturbation, infidelity (reader is married to Aemond), lactation kink, choking, cum play/eating, spit, Aegond kiss!! (oop) 18+ MDNI

note: Uhhhh. I'm sorry??? I feel like I just breezed through this, idk I was horny lol. Feedback is appreciated!

You’ll never forget the look on Aemond’s face when he first arrived back to the Red Keep from his journey to Storm’s End. Your family was desperate in the inevitable, upcoming war against Rhaenyra so Aemond had been sent to help strike up a proposal between one of Lord Borros’ daughters and the youngest son of the late king Viserys, Daeron Targaryen.

Sitting in the large bed of your shared chamber, you had been anxiously awaiting his arrival, chewing your fingernails down to bloody nubs.

“Aemond!” you practically leapt into his arms when he appeared sopping wet in the doorway. Overjoyed to see he’d returned in one piece, but something was off, something was wrong. He was vacant, like he had seen a ghost.

“Lucerys Velaryon is dead.”

With that simple sentence you knew your lives would be changed forever.

“You cannot just make me disappear,” you said to your husband through gritted teeth, as your voice trembled, lump in your throat forming as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“If we are not here they will just go looking for us.”

“Anywhere is safer than here, my love.” Aemond answered coolly.

“If you think this decision was not difficult to make, you are wrong. It is simply what's best for the both of you. You and the babe will be staying in Dorne until I know for certain that it is safe for you here.”

“But –”

“But nothing! This is not up for debate,” he growled at you, “the decision has been made and it is final!” His words cut through you like a knife.

“You cannot make a decision like this. You are not the king.”

“No “ he retorted, “but I am your husband, therefore, when it comes to you and my child, what I say goes!”

You got up and exited your shared chambers with haste, not wanting Aemond to see you cry.

Your bare feet padded against the cold stone floor of the Red Keep, the walls echoed and groaned as you made your way to your eldest brother’s chambers.

Aegon’s head perked up when he heard you come in. He stared at you sheepishly from behind his goblet of wine.

“Has he told you?”

Letting out a deep sigh, “he has.”

“I cannot leave you. I will not leave you, Aegon.”

“I know, I know,” he says, patting the spot next to him, motioning for you to come and sit.

“Our half-sister is unpredictable,” he replied calmly, “there’s no telling what she might do… not to mention, Daemon.”

As much as you did not want to admit it, both of your brothers were right. Accident or not, Rhaneyra’s son was dead. You would be a fool to believe she wouldn’t be out for blood.

Aegon pulled you into his lap, his cock already half hard. You kissed him deeply as he grinded his hips up into yours. You ran your fingers through his unruly silver hair, enjoying the feel of his mouth on you. Completely lost in the moment, you hadn’t heard Aemond enter the room.

He cleared his throat loudly to make his presence known.

“Aemond!”

Your brother-husband stalked into the room, his violet eye scanning over you with amusement.

“Oh please, do continue.”

Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to find the right words to say.

“Did you not hear me? I said continue,” Aemond repeated, as he approached you and Aegon.

“Aemond, this is not what it looks like —“

His brow furrowed at you as he gripped your chin forcing you to look him directly in the eye.

“Do you mistake me for a fool? You believed me to be unaware of your little arrangement?”

Still at a loss for words, you and Aegon just stared at your brother nervously. Aemond moved away a few inches and started to remove his tunic and his trousers. His cock strained hard against his small clothes, which he removed not long after. You gawked at him as he pumped his cock in his left hand, making his way back to you.

Aegon’s violet eyes beamed with excitement at this, pupils blown with lust. He took no time to nip at your neck, your earlobes, grinding against your core once again.

“I fear this is inappropriate,” you began.

“What’s inappropriate is you sneaking away from your husband to come fuck this wastrel,” Aemond began, his words thick with venom.

“Clearly, you want the both of us. So have us… while you still can.”

A slight moan left your lips as you tilted your head to the side, allowing Aegon easier access to your throat, your gaze never leaving Aemond’s, his expression unreadable as he nodded his head at you.

Aemond had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the tip bright red, lushed and angry, his arousal already dripping from the tip.

Aegon leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, and began to suck harshly. Being that your babe was only two months old, you were lactating. A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt the milk begin to flow.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, “just like that. You’re doing so good.”

You could feel his cock twitching against your leg at your praise as he continued to ravenously lap at your breast.

As he switched to your other breast he sucked harder at your stiffened peak, the milk coming almost instantly. He palmed your abandoned breast with his large hand, squeezing gently. Shivers ran down your spine as the sweet feeling of relief washed over you once again.

A growl erupted from Aemond’s throat and he unexpectedly pulled Aegon away from your chest. To your utter surprise, he crashed his lips against Aegon’s, tasting your milk on his tongue. You watched with bewilderment as your husband passionately kissed your brother, tugging at his unruly hair, moaning into his mouth. Arousal seeped from your core and onto Aegon’s thighs. Aemond broke the kiss abruptly and stared at you.

Aegon’s hands gripped your waist, flipping you around so you were underneath him. Your eldest brother positioned you so you were laying on your back comfortably against the pillows. He nestled himself between your thighs and hastily hiked your nightgown up over your waist. You shivered as his warm breath fanned over your folds. Before you could blink his tongue was prodding at your entrance. Your hands flew to the back of his head on instinct, pulling him closer into your center.

Aemond approached you carefully. He tapped his cock against your lower lip a few times, a signal for you to open your mouth. Just as he did so, Aegon’s tongue had reached the right spot, causing your mouth to gape open as a loud moan escaped your lips. Aemond took this as an opportunity to forcefully shove his cock into your mouth. You felt a rush of pleasure as Aemond's cock filled your mouth. You began to suck and lick it, eager to make him moan even louder. Aegon's tongue continued to explore you as you pleasured Aemond, and you felt your body quiver with pleasure.

If you knew being with another man in his presence would have this effect on him, you would have brought your affair to light long ago.

With a low groan of your name he pumped in and out of your mouth mercilessly, the salty taste of his precum evading your tastebuds. The air left your lungs as you gagged around him. You could feel the pent up anger Aemond held for the entirety of the situation with each brutal buck of his hips. Ever so slowly he pulled back, giving the you the illusion he was going to give you a break. But before you were able to catch your breath, his cock found his way to the back of your throat again. The faster he went, tears began to stream down your face.

As bubbles of spit began to form around the corners of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks to the best of your ability. With Aegon now three fingers knuckle deep in your cunt it was almost impossible for you to focus on Aemond; but as the pace of his thrusts quickened you knew he was going to cum soon. You moaned around his length, the vibrations making his cock twitch, you could feel every throb of the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

“No,” Aemond growled as he pulled himself from your throat, “I need to feel your cunt around me.”

Aemond all but shoved Aegon away from you, almost knocking him off the large bed. Aemond lined his cock up with your center and sheathed himself inside of you with quickness.

As Aegon now sat on the upper left corner of the bed, he watched intently as Aemond’s cock disappeared into you repeatedly. One hand tugged at his painfully hard cock and the other wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he cooed, “look at how you take him so well,” he praised.

You nodded your head at him enthusiastically, pleasure overwhelming you. Aegon hooked his thumb into your mouth and you sucked and nipped at it intently.

There was no doubt that Aemond enjoyed the praise as well, snapping his hips even harder into your own. His cock bullied your sweet spot mercilessly. Your body tingled with a mix of pleasure and pain as Aemond's thrusts intensified; pressing hard against your cervix. His large hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the raw desire consuming your every thought.

“Fuck, Aemond, I’m going to cum!” you screamed as your hot waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Aegon watched intently as your orgasm wracked your entire frame, his own following not long after. He let out a loud groan as he came into his hand. He flashed an evil grin at Aemond as he brought his fingers to Aemond's mouth, shoving them down his throat.

Your husband gagged around his digits, sucking Aegon's release from them.

As the aftershock of your orgasm continued to pump though you, your cunt squeezed around Aemond’s cock. The depravity of it all overwhelmed him and Aemond cum with a shudder. With one final thrust and a loud grunt, he was spilling himself inside of you.

As Aegon removed his fingers from your husband's throat, Aemond leaned over you, his cock still buried deep inside you.

"Open up, baby," he said before spitting directly into your mouth, a mixture of his saliva and Aegon's cum evident on your tongue. You swallowed with a contented hum.

Aemond pulled himself out of you and got up quickly.

You curled up in the bed next to Aegon, Aemond’s seed seeping out of you onto the sheets, sleep finding you almost immediately.

“She can stay here for the night,” Aemond said as he leaned down to kiss your sweat-drenched forehead.

Aegon frowned at his brother.

“Aemond, we cannot make her leave,” he rasped, desperation clear in his voice.

“I think she needs to leave now more than ever, brother. To ensure nothing like this ever happens again.”

A loud sigh escaped Aegon’s lips as he diverted his gaze from Aemond to you, pushing your hair out of your face, admiring your beauty.

“Enjoy your time with her tonight. She will be on her way to Dorne by morning.”

[zeezelweazel]

Jill Roord| Comfort|

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I wanted to write for her for some time now and unnamed recent events have pushed me to finally do it

(another short one)

TW: injuries

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The Manchester derby is always one of your favourite matches. Getting to prove once more that Manchester is sky blue always gets you buzzing. This match was especially important, being the last of the conti cup group stages.

It all went down hill when Jill went down after an alteration with Katie Zalem. You were right there, you saw that it wasn't a rough challenge, but your girlfriend stayed down holding her knee and you run to her side immediately.

"Baby are you okay?"

You kneeled beside her and took her hand. You girlfriend was still on the ground her face converting into a painful expression as she tried to get up. You noticed the med team running on the field and gulped down your worries.

"My knee feels wrong."

The rest of the team had gathered around Jill, worried faces trying to stay calm. Alex ushered everyone away to give space to the med team so they can take care of Jill properly.

Alex stayed by your side as you anxiously chewed on your fingernails. Soon the team helped Jill get up and limp her way off the pitch. You felt a nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach while watching your girlfriend in pain without being able to do anything to help.

You tried to get your head back in the game and play after the whistle blew once more but Jill lingered in the back of your mind. After the second half started you found yourself catching her eyes in the stands and you couldn't help but grin. She was happily watching the team play, so that meant that she's fine.

Or so you thought.

The moment you left the pitch you swarmed to your girlfriend's side immediately but you couldn't find her. Some of the staff informed you that she was taken to the physio for some extra exams. You tried not think about the worst but the image of your girlfriend falling down and clutching her knee wouldn't leave your mind.

Soon you found the room and saw one of the medics close the door. They had an expression of relief and pity when they saw you, it did nothing to ease your worries. You opened the door slowly to see your girlfriend laying on one of the beds with her head hung low. You entered the room and took a seat on the bed next to her. When Jill didn't look at you, you placed your hand on the top of her head and leaned down to try and catch her eyes. Jill's head shot up and your heart broke at the sight of her puffy red eyes. You took her face in your hands as Jill's bottom lip trembled.

"It's my ACL..."

You closed your eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh. That's the answer you dreaded from the moment you saw her go down.

"God baby, I'm so sorry."

The moment the words left your mouth Jill completely broke down. You pulled her in the safety of your arms as heavy sobs racked her body. Her tears stained the side of your neck and your shirt but you couldn't care less. You rubbed her back to soothe her as you whispered sweet nothings into her blonde hair. After a few moments her sobs calmed into sniffles and you kissed the top of her head.

Your heart broke when you thought about how you won't get to play together until the next season and how Jill will miss the Olympics, all her dreams crushed because of this stupid injury.

Jill stays firmly tucked at your shoulder and you don't make a move to startle her. You wrap your arms tighter against her. You want to take her away from the world and kiss her lips until the turn upright into her beautiful smile.

"You're strong and you'll come back from this stronger okay? And I'll be with you. All the way."

Jill looks at you and finally smiles and your heart skips a beat.

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[bobbyfloyd]

Happy early birthday!!! Can I please have earl grey- “You come first.  You’re always my first choice.” With rhett from the fluff prompt list?

rhett couldn’t understand why you’d dropped everything to come to him. it was just a dislocated shoulder. he’d sustained quite a few of those in the past, so it was nothing new. but this one was a little more serious than the other times. this one landed him in the emergency room after a particularly nasty bull had tossed him like a ragdoll to the ground. rhett knew, as soon as he hit the dirt, that it was bad. he felt the pop, and the pain that radiated down his arm made him grit his teeth so hard he was certain they’d crack. he was dragged out of the pit, in so much pain he couldn’t even find it in himself to stubbornly protest as a medic approached him. in fact, it was so unbearable that the edges of his vision had begun to go spotty. “i’m…i’m goin’ down,” he managed to slur, suddenly feeling as if he was outside of his body, watching himself fall.

when he came to, he was in a bed in the emergency room. he was still in a world of pain, but it had lessened considerably. he looked down to find his arm in a sling. “rhett!” he heard your voice, your intake of breath, and he turned to find you at his bedside, your eyes wide with concern. his brow furrowed. “what…what are you doin’ here?“ you were supposed to be leaving for a work trip. that was why you hadn’t been there to watch him ride that evening. but now here you were, disheveled, still in your traveling clothes. “i got the call while i was on the road. i turned around and came right back here so i could be with you,” you replied. he shook his head, ignoring the twinge that went through his shoulder as he did so. “you…you came all the way back because i dislocated m’ shoulder?” your face softened, and you shook your head, opening your mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by another voice.

“not dislocated. fractured, mr. abbott.” a doctor stepped into the room. hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. a kind look in her eyes. “you suffered a pretty nasty fracture to your clavicle.” so that explained why the pain was severe enough to steal his consciousness from him. but even so, that still bore the question; you’d postponed your trip just for a fractured clavicle? it wasn’t life threatening. he’d be fine on his own. yet here you were, chewing anxiously at your fingernails as you listened to the doctor explain rhett’s injury, and what would need to be done during recovery. he stared at you, hardly listening to the doctor’s spiel. it wasn’t until she left the room that he spoke. “darlin’, i’m fine. you didn’t need to come back. you’ve been plannin’ this trip for months,” he insisted. you looked at him, immediately shaking your head. “no. you come first. you’re always my first choice. my first priority. work takes a back burner when it comes to making sure you’re okay.” you spoke with conviction.

rhett leaned back against his pillows, grunting softly at the flash of pain that radiated along his shoulder and down his arm. “you…you really dropped everythin’ for me?” he clarified. you stepped toward him, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead. “of course. and i’d do it again. that phone call scared the hell outta me. i don’t care if it’s just a busted shoulder. you got hurt, and i had to make sure you were alright.” at your words, rhett’s chest tightened. he wasn’t used to the way you cared for him. the way you’d drop everything to run to his side when he was in distress. he was so used to going it alone. he was self-sufficient, everyone always assumed he was fine, that he could handle it himself. but truth be told, oftentimes he couldn’t handle it alone. he needed that extra support that others never seemed to want to give. and then there was you. you always showed him such care and concern. you prioritized him, and to rhett, knowing you had his back was the equivalent to stepping outside and feeling the sun warm his face. it felt good. it felt right.

“thank you,” he whispered. you smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him. “don’t thank me. this is what people who love each other do. they look out for one another. and i’ll always look out for you, rhett.”

[littleskeletonprincessss]

There's been an accident - Swaggersouls x Reader

This a part 2 of a generic blurb I wrote.

"Bye- I love you" Swagger hung up the phone before putting it on the counter in front of him. He rested his head in his hands, foot anxiously bouncing on the barstool he has on just...waiting. His mind played their fight back on repeat. All the nasty things he'd said. Things they'd both said. And the part the hurt the most to watch was watching Y/N walk out. Watching her leave him.

Swagger wasn't one to be religious but he prayed to whoever was listening, whether it was some deity or even just the universe, that she'd come back to him. He couldn't think about life without her, she was his entire world.

His phone vibrating with a call startled him before looking down to see an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Eric Matthews?" A male voice asked.

"Yeah, um, yes that's me." Swaggers mind wandered, wondering who would be calling him by his real name.

"Mr. Matthews my name is Dr. Hilton from Marcella Community Hospital. You were listed as an Emergency Contact for a Y/N L/N?"

Cold washed over Swaggers entire body, his heart dropping in his chest and his voice becoming tight.

"She's my girlfriend. Is- What happened?" me managed to stutter.

"Unfortunately i'm not able to discuss too much over the phone but please come as soon as possible."

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Swagger didn't remember anything about the drive to the hospital and honestly couldn't deny if he ran any red lights. After hanging up with the doctor his only focus was getting to her. His mind raced- what could have happened? This was all his fault. If they hadn't fought she wouldn't have left and she'd be safe at home, snuggling with him on the couch with Bear and Bean.

His footsteps felt heavy and the entrance to the front desk seemed to go on forever, the end always moving farther away.

"Hi, my name is Eric. I- I received a call? About my girlfriend, Y/N? I- I don't know- Sorry, I don't know where i'm supposed to go or who i'm supposed to go to-". Swagger rambled.

The receptionists face fell, sadness taking over her pretty features, darkening them.

"Yes, sir. Please have a seat." She said before picking up the phone next to her.

Swagger migrated to the waiting area, but was too stressed and worried to sit. He paced, chewing at his fingernails - a bad habit Y/N had helped him get over. Dark thoughts tried fogging his brain and it was everything he could do to ignore them.

"Mr. Matthews?"

Swagger looked up at the Doctor who'd called his name.

"I'm Dr. Hilton, we spoke on the phone." He said, holding out his hand.

"Please, what happened?" Swagger pleaded, taking his hand.

"There's been an accident. A head on collision."

Swaggers heart stopped. The sound around him faded until the silence screamed in his ears. He couldn't breathe. He felt tears form, hot and clouding his vision, it hurt to swallow.

"Is- I mean- she's- she can't-" he tried saying every thought at once.

Dr. Hilton helped Swagger sit.

"She's alive. Broken arm, a few broken ribs and a concussion, along with a few bruises and cuts. Someone was looking out for her."

Swagger took the deepest breath he'd ever taken.

"Can I see her?"

"Not yet. She's in surgery right now for the broken ribs, one of the nicked her lung so she was taken back immediately. I'll have someone come get you when she's in recovery."

Swagger stood up and hugged the Doctor. Later he'd be embarrassed. Right now though the relief that he felt-he didn't care. Even if she was mad at him when she woke up, she was alive. She'd be okay.

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Hours passed by. And Swagger couldn't do anything but wait and respond to the occasional text he received asking for status updates after he'd updated your friends.

"Y/N L/N?" A nurse finally called your name.

Swagger stood up- almost too quickly, he made himself light headed.

"Please follow me." The nurse said.

Swagger followed the nurse down corridors past rooms full of patients and families before stopping at your room.

His heart broke a little. You looked so fragile, a cast around your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. A bruise puffed up around your eye. IV's delivered a clear fluid through your body while oxygen was wrapped around your ears and into your nose.

"She'll be sleeping for a bit. But you're welcome to wait here until she wakes up." The nurse said before shutting your door, locking away the noises from the hallway and giving you privacy.

Swagger took the chair next to your bed and angled it to hold your hand while he looked at you. Stroking your cheek with his thumb he leaned down and kissed your hand before lying his forehead on the bed next to you, the exhaustion from worry and stress taking over his body now that you were here next to him, safe. He wouldn't sleep, but his body needed to rest.

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"Mmm." your low groan caught Swaggers attention.

Snapping his head up he saw your eyes begin to blink open.

"Hey, hey, shh." He stood, not wanting you push yourself too hard. He started stroking your cheek again, giving you a sense of comfort.

"Swagger?" You croaked out.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What happened?" you tried clearing your throat.

Swagger reached over to pour you a little bit of water before helping you to sit up to drink it.

"They told me you had a head on collision. Sounds like a pretty bad accident" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sipped the cold water feeling it run down your throat, soothing the burning feeling.

"I'm sorry I left." You whispered.

"Hey, don't worry about that right now. That's not important. What's important is you're okay. Alright?"

"I got your voicemail."

Swagger paused.

"I meant everything." He said, looking you in the eyes.

"I know. I was going to turn around. And then-" you trailed off.

"You were?" Swagger looked like he wanted to cry. 'I was going to turn around.' He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss before hiding his face with it.

"I thought- I just thought you'd be gone forever. And then I got the call and thought you'd really be gone.

"Swagger, please just hold me?"

He didn't need another word before scotting next to you and pulling you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest chasing the comfort you both needed.

"I love you." You whispered, feeling sleep take over.

"I love you."

[l-norris]

Canadian GP 2024 Recap

This is becoming a series now I fear.

This race was utter madness and I was in SHAMBLES by the end of it.

Enjoy me going crazy for the next few paragraphs.

As last time, numbers in brackets are laps. (That I definitely didn't forget to add the first few laps)

PRE-RACE

- Ruth Buscombe calling Esteban "Estie bestie"😶‍🌫️

- Beautiful anthem!

- Apparently Yuki was late for the anthem? Bro's getting detention💀

- Zak and Toto chatting away

- Landoscar spotted‼️

- Danny Ric getting his shoes cleaned like the king he is

RACE!

- The intro is playing and I'm anxiously chewing on my fingernails already

- Accidentally had German commentary on - disgusting

- It's pissing down by the way.

- This one will need actual strategies... rip to Ferrari.

- Logan outqualified Checo just as a reminder

- Saubers starting from pitlane

- Carnage? Yes? No? We'll see.

- The pre-race anxiety keeps building up

- Formation lap starting!

- We get it Crofty, they resurfaced the track.

- Formation lap complete.

- IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

- No crashes into the first two turns?

- Nevermind, someone went flying (Pierre pushed Checo into the grass)

- George is still in the lead! YIPPEE!

- Charles fumbled😞

- Carlos fumbled too😭

- Horrible day for Tifosi 2.0

- Kmag gaining like 100 positions in 2 laps

-Funky Danish man just FLEW to P4

- CHARLES ENGINE ISSUES? DON'T DO THIS TO ME

- 1st yellow flag. Oh Logan...

- At least he's back to pace

- Lewis binning it

- Fernando almost kissing the fucking wall lmao

- Kmag 8 second pitstop rip

- Daniel apparently did a false start🫣

- It's not raining anymore apparently but no slicks in sight just yet (understandably so)

- Hulk is holding onto these full wets like a lifeline

- Hulk train!

- Daniel 5 second penalty😮‍💨

- Max is closing in on George

- Lando closing in on Max and George

- Yeah, uh... Haas fumbled btw

- Lando keeps setting fastest laps

- Max went wide omg

- Lando is catching Max (17)

- DRS enabled (18)

- Oscar fastes lap (19)

- HELP THIS IS SO NERVE WRACKING

- LANDO OVERTOOK MAX

- LANDO ON THE WAY TO THE LEAD

- HE'S LEADIIIIING (22)

- AND MAX PASSES GEORGE AS WELL

- Oh my God this is stressful

- Lando is driving like his life is depending on it

- I mean... it kinda is.

- both Ferraris out of the points by the way... sigh

- quick toilet break, hope I don't miss anything

- Jinxed it. I missed a crash. Hm.

- SAFETY CAR. (26)

- ... Of course it was Logan... poor man

- Lando missed the chance to pit😭

- There's still hope for Lando.

- He pits (27)

- ... He came back in third...

- "FUCK!" As Lando once said

- Let's hope Lando can pick up the pace again after this

- Charles retiring?? Restarting the car?? Idk man.

- HUH??? Also on slicks? (28)

- Safety Car in (29)

- 40 laps to go

- Pain and suffering

- Ferrari fucked it

- Lewis is probably rethinking if he wants to join Ferrari after all rn

- And Charles is back in the pits😮‍💨

- Charles is getting lapped now. Fun. (37)

- Lando is my last hope

- I'm so tired (no literally I should be getting ready to go to bed lmao)

- DRS would be nice right about now

- IT HAS BEEN ENABLED (40)

- We have 30 laps to go and I'm seriously debating on whether I should just go to bed

- Pierre is on slicks (41)

- And immediately bins it (but saves it)

- Lando is lawnmowing

- Charles is retiring (43)

- I can't do this no more

- Slicks are coming out

- Lando stays out??

- Overcut? (44)

- OVERCUT!

- ... nevermind...

- And George got Lando too🫣

- Nevermind ahaha he's back up in 2nd

- Max complaining and setting fastest laps continuously.

- Checo fucked his rearwing

- Carlos binned it

- Which made Alex bin it

- Safety Car 2.0

- Both Ferrari out😮‍💨

- Both Williams out🫣

- I'm seeing a pattern here.

- oh no hopefully I'm not jinxing it

- Max is pulling away... yawn...

- 7 laps left

- George binning it while trying to overtake Oscar

- Let Oscar cook Goddammit!

- Oscar has to deal with Lewis now

- Aaaand he's gone.

- Oscar is struggling man

- Merc boys battling it out over P3

- Yuki destroying that one damn bollard everyone ignores consistently (thank you king)

- Lando wanting a Safety Car (same)

- But alas... Max Verstappen wins once more.

- I honestly turned off the broadcast as soon as the top 3 crossed the finish line

- I stayed up late for THIS???

- Conflicted whether it was worth it or not tbh

- Like yes it was an exciting race BUT😭

- I want my McLaren double podium RIGHT NOW

All in all, it was a pretty chaotic race. Yeah. That sums it up pretty well.

[thepenultimateword]

Star Bright

Rather than in bubble wrap or parchment paper, the package came in cuffs. Great thick ones that barely seemed sound against the burnished, blazing skin of the person in front of them.

“Excuse me,” the human said stopping the delivery driver as they started back down the walk. “What is this?”

The driver checked the address on their clipboard. “You bought a star, right?”

The Human had done that yes. They had done so more than once on Earth as donations for different astronomical causes. They got blurry pictures once, maybe a card with its name and basic info. “Yes, but I wasn't actually expecting anything?" When the driver look at them strangely, they added hurriedly, "It was supposed to be an envelope of dust or a hunk of rock or something. It wasn’t supposed to be…be… What even is this?"

"A star," the driver said dryly, and without another word swung into the driver's seat of his vehicle and revved away.

The human watched him go with rising panic clawing at the walls of their stomach. When they finally looked at the stranger, their Star, they were glaring.

"So, um, I'm [Human]."

The star looked them up and down from bedhead to worn slippers, curling their bronzed lip with a glare before sweeping into the house. As they passed, heat brushed the Human's bare arms.

They rushed after them. "Wait, wait. You can't stay here. I was allowed an immigration trial by the skin of my teeth. Which means approved housing. Which means here. Which means rules. I'm not allowed pets or roommates, and there's a very strict "no overnight guests" rule, which I'm pretty sure...are you even listening?"

The star peered around the one-bedroom apartment as if it were the most curious thing they'd ever seen. The cuffs kept them from separating their wrists, but their fingers remained free enough to pick up the Human's empty coffee mug, turning it over in their fingers, before moving on to the plate of half-eaten breakfast.

They bent in half and sniffed at the fake egg on fake toast. A synthetic earth diet for his unaccustomed--his coworkers would say delicate--stomach.

"Oh. Uh…hungry?"

The Star cocked their head, long hair glittering over their shoulder,

"You know," The Human pointed to their mouth and mimicked chewing. "Hungry? Food?”

The Star made a noise like grinding steel and nails on a chalkboard mixed together. If that steel and chalkboard were also strapped to a whining aerial firework on the verge of explosion.

The Human clapped their hands over their ears with a sharp wince. "Ok, ok! I'll, uh, make you something."

Before they could move, the Star awkwardly picked up their toast in both hands and took a large bite.

"Or I guess you can just have-- Holy cow! What is happening?"

No sooner had the Star swallowed did a gush of molten something rush from their mouth, burning holes in the dingy wood flooring.

The human's hands tangled anxiously in their hair. "Oh, no, no, my deposit--" The Star hurled the toast into the wall as if in betrayal. "No!"

The human marched across the room, snatching the bread crust from the ground and shaking it in the Star's direction. "Don't throw! We do not throw here!"

The Star only glared, never breaking eye contact s they wiped their mouth on their shoulder.

The humans gaze went to their cuffs. “Can those—” they began, taking a step forward, but the star immediately stepped back. “Wait. I just want check something. They inched with raised hands until they were close enough to touch the warm surface of the cuffs. They ran their fingers around the sides until they found a panel, working under the edge with their fingernail to uncover the button underneath. “There we are!”

The Human pushed the button and the cuffs immediately demagnetized. The Star pulled their hands apart, but then manacles still held around opposite wrists.

“That’s strange usually they unlatch too. Let me look a little—”

The Star pressed their palm to their chest, pushing them away lightly with a small head shake.

“No, don’t do it or no, I can’t do it?”

The star merely shook their head a second time folding the manacles under their arms.

"Well... alright. But I still can't keep you here. Apparently, you can't eat food, and I have no idea what you do eat. And...and.. is it normal to just be delivered a person? Because where I come from, that is ethically questionable.

The star was not listening. They were in the midst of testing Human's couch, bouncing up and down on it a couple times before curling up on their side. They watched Human out of the corner of their eye as if expecting them to stop them.

"I, er, suppose you can stay there for now. As long as you don't stay overnight I'm not breaking any rules by having a...friend...over at my place. Er...I'll ask around about this sort of situation...if I figure out what you eat I'll bring some home. ER...sound good?"

The stare flipped over on their other side so that their back faced Human.

Human sighed. "Alright. Sounds good."

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[irritablepoe]

~ Aftermath of S5 Ep11: Ranpoe Reunite ~

this is very sweet and also pure self-indulgence, i just want them to be happy okay?

No warnings (except maybe a bit self-esteem issues on poe's side); Hurt/Comfort; Ranpo is exhausted and Poe takes care of him; Love Confessions (bc i want them to kiss pls they deserve happiness); First Kiss

Word Count: around 900

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“It’s over.”

Poe jumped in his seat. He had been reading a book – or at least trying to read – while chewing on his fingernails, anxiously waiting for Ranpo’s return. Now, when he turned around, he was met by exhaustion incorporated. The detective was holding himself up through the doorframe and his willpower alone and that alone let Poe’s mouth dry in concern.

“He’s dead?”, he asked. Ranpo nodded.

Poe stood and looked Ranpo over with a quick look. “Is everyone alright?”

“Yes.”

Poe sure was relieved at his answer but another question burnt on his tongue. “Are- are you alright?”

Ranpo swallowed. “I- uh… I think I need to lay down.” He took a wavering step forward. And then he fell.

Poe caught him, pulled him close to his chest, and let them slump to the ground softly. Ranpo felt like a ragdoll in his arms; a dead weight that was too tired and too worn down to move. Poe had watched Ranpo neglect eating and sleeping the past few days and it had broken his heart. Occasionally, he had sneaked some sweets into his pocket and sometimes Ranpo had even put them in his mouth mindlessly. Sometimes he had ignored it all together. Other times he had put a blanket over Ranpo’s shoulders to keep him warm, though this had only been once - he had denied he did anything when Ranpo asked him about it the morning after. Like he had said: Ranpo had not been taken care of himself. Everything caught up to him now and all Poe could do was hold him. “You did so much, Ranpo. You saved the world.”

Ranpo let out a tired huff. “You say that like you’re in awe.”

Poe froze. “Maybe because I am.” He damned himself for it. Damned himself for the words that could've waited. But relief had loosened his tongue.

Now, Ranpo did move. He barely lifted his head, but his eyes pierced themselves into Poe’s and he was unable to look away. Embarrassment washed over him but now it was too late. He couldn’t take those words back and he didn’t want to.

Ranpo’s lips formed a surprised “oh” when he saw what lay at the very core of Poe’s inner emotional turmoil. Poe was an idiot. He gathered that a detective – more so Ranpo – would eventually find out what he was feeling. But he had thought as long as he didn’t deal with those… feelings, they wouldn’t get in the way of things. Now, Ranpo was staring at him like he was the world’s most precious thing.

“I-I’m sorry.”, Poe whispered, tears flooding his eyes. He tried to push Ranpo away. Get him away from his filthy hands, his stained soul. There was no way, he would accept Poe’s feelings. Not after all he had done. It was Ranpo after all. He was a lifesaver. A detective that worked in the light of the world. He was funny and he was cunning and more than everything: unpredictable. Poe didn't deserve him.

Ranpo’s hand grasped at his clothes and pulled himself closer again. “Don't push me away.”

He said it so softly, Poe’s heart made a jump. He slumped into himself, trying to cover up his face for it was all too open, too obvious for him to see. Ranpo’s skin was smooth against his as he touched his face, brushing Poe’s hands away with his own like they were nothing more than air.

Green eyes were fixed on him and Poe cringed into himself as he felt the desire to kiss him rise inside of him.

“I just saw Fukuzawa mourn his partner he lost due to time and war.”, Ranpo said with a stern voice. “I do not intent to let my own chance pass me by.”

“What does this m-?“ Poe was interrupted by Ranpo’s lips on his. His eyes went wide. Ranpo was - - - kissing him? He felt his heart surge forward; felt it jump in joy and excitement; felt it reach out to Ranpo for he alone could touch it like he did.

My heart, Poe thought, is meant to beat to the rhythm of your lips.

“Ranpo.”

Ranpo smiled into the kiss and Poe leaned back to see it in all its beauty. “Ed.”

“My heart is yours. It always has been.”

“All this time, huh?” Ranpo’s smile faded and he got an almost innocent look on his face. “I feel the same, Ed. It took me a while to realise. Maybe my detective skills are slacking.”

“You can rest now.”, Poe said, caressing his cheek with delicate fingers. He didn’t want to startle him. Didn’t want to hurt him. “It’s going to be alright.”

“Yes. I think it will indeed be okay. At least for a while.” Ranpo cuddled against his chest, his hair tickling Poe’s chin. “Thank you, Ed.”

Poe hesitated but eventually curled his arms tightly around Ranpo again. “I’m going to protect you. I will give it my all.”

“I know.” Ranpo’s voice faded and when Poe leaned down, Ranpo had his eyes closed and his breathing got steady.

Poe brushed over his hair. “Rest now. I’ll take care of you.”

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ah yes, a balm to my soul, let me know how you liked it :D

will be posted to ao3, but i think i'm gonna do that tomorrow (Link)

[coffee-writesthings]

Engineer has been feeling tense, so he goes to Spy to ask for help. What follows is two very different confessions, one personal and the other amorous. It's not exactly like either can avoid such a thing, especially when one is shirtless and the other just offered to straddle him so he can give a better massage.

EngieSpy, but not cross team. They get emotionally and (somewhat) physically intimate (this probably would just be like pg-13 in terms of a rating), dropping down walls and showing their built-up trust for each other.

WC: 2.1k

The Engineer had been feeling tense all day, and battle hadn't helped at all with the feeling. Squeezing his own shoulders out of curiosity yielded that they were hard as rocks. His back also hurt, which was helped with some stretching but not all that much.

He didn't like the options he had-- either to create a specialized heating pad, or to live with the pain. There had to be something else he could do, someone else he could get help from.

While pacing anxiously in thought, he caught the scent of... something. A sort of rosey, citrus smell emanated from Spy's smoking room. Whatever he was doing sure smelled relaxing. Would he mind a drop-in at a time like this?

He inched towards the door, almost subconsciously. Chewing his lip and fiddling with his fingernails, he kept considering if he could ask about something to help him relax. He always seemed so at ease, or good at rolling with the punches, at least.

With one last look towards the door, he walked away. "Ah who am I kiddin', he'd never wanna help me. I'll just build something..."

Spy's door opened, sending a gust of air outwards. "Engineer, you have been here for so long that I could feel your presence through the door. What do you want?"

"Spy! I- uh- well, you see..."

He fixed a piercing look into his eyes. "Well?"

"I can't say it here," he whispered. "Could we go into your room?"

He huffed, "Sure. Come on in."

"Thanks," he said, face heating up.

The smell of rose and citrus was stronger inside, though not unpleasant. It came from a candle, one with a brand name he recognized. He'd seen the name, some french word, on packages that he brought in for him sometimes.

Spy didn't speak. Instead, he walked around Engineer in a circle, looking him up and down.

"So, what do you want?"

"Real to the point, aren't you?" He chuckled, nervous.

"Yes I am. Now, are you going to tell me what you wanted the extra privacy for, or am I going to kick you out for wasting my time?"

"I- well... I wanted to ask for a massage, or something to help with my back. It's been hurting all day."

"Why me?"

"I trust you, with a lotta things. And- dammit, why is this so hard. I- I don't think I'd mind you seeing my chest for the moment it'd need to be out for that."

"Oh" his eyebrows visibly rose, "You're... also?"

"Also? Wait are you..."

Spy put up a finger to tell him to wait a second. Then, wordlessly, he started undressing to show the man his binder. It was a simple one, the same shade as his skin, but it was definitely a binder.

"Well shit, I didn't realize. Both of us... that's incredible. I mean it's not like I wanted anyone here to be trans too, just for my sake, but it's certainly comforting to have somebody else here who would understand.

"I feel the same way, I think." He gave a little smile. "Do you still want the massage? I would be happy to, if you do trust me for it."

"Yes!" He blurted "That came out way too damn fast, but yes. I want that. Please."

"Wonderful." He put his shirt back on, and gestured with his head where they would go. "My bed would be the easiest, is that alright?"

He swallowed, "I don't have a problem with that in the slightest." Internally he cringed at how eager he was being. One of these days he really needed to get a date, just some physical contact with someone he didn't already know. Maybe some nice tuefort girl, that way he wouldn't have to deal with the whole feelings thing.

Sure, he was repressing feelings for someone else, but there was no way he'd be both a trans man and gay, or into him for that matter.

Nonetheless, when they got into Spy's actual bedroom, things felt a lot more... intimate. His bedroom was smaller than his own room, already small on its own. He took off his gloves as soon as the door was shut, cloaking both of them in yet another layer of safety, of privacy.

"Would you prefer to keep your shirt on or take it off?" He asked, sorting through a few vials he kept in a nightstand drawer.

"I can take it off." he swallowed, "Like I said, I don't mind."

"Bien. And as for oils, would you prefer a warm candle or some colder liquid?"

"Candles?" He said, shirt half-way unbuttoned.

"This." He held a candle, poking its soft wax with his finger for effect. Under just a little pressure, it squished, creating a dent of sorts. "It'll only be warm when it melts, you won't be burned. I've used such things on myself, it really is a pleasant experience."

"That sure does sound nice." And for God's sake he was working on actively undressing for him, why not add another act of trust onto the list? "I'd like that."

Once he finished with the agonizing act of taking off a shirt, he laid face-down on Spy's bed, clutching one of his pillows as instructed. ("Make yourself comfortable" he said, "everything will be fine," he said. As if this wasn't something that made his own heart skip a beat, seeing Dell able to be so vulnerable with him.)

For a few minutes, while the candles started to melt, they talked about their transitions.

"So... how old were you when you realized?"

"That's a good question, mon ami. It was before I came to work here, I know that much. I think being a spy in the first place was what drove me to realize how much I liked being a man-- not just the easy access to targets, but actually to be one. For a while though, it felt like being female was the disguise, so, things got confusing." He chuckled, "And you? When did you discover it?

"I'm afraid it's nowhere near as interesting as your story," he started, "Figured it out when I was a teenager. Kept looking at all these guys on the TV, and hell, I just couldn't tell whether I wanted to be the guy or the girl dating the guy. It led to a lot of crappy experiences in terms of dating. With girls, I wasn't all that interested, even after I started figuring myself out. And then with guys, I couldn't help but feel inferior somehow? Not really sure what it was." He coughed, as if trying to cover up his next statement, "It's not like I've ever felt that way around you though."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing! Nothing, that would matter for your purposes at least." He cleared his throat, "How's that wax coming along, by the way?"

"It's ready, I can start now." He grabbed the candle and dripped some wax onto the other's back, rubbing it in lightly to cover the expanse of flesh.

"Holy sweet mother of Mary that is nice. If you could just, cover me in that perpetually, I would-- I would build you the most high-tech knives the world's ever known."

He chuckled, "It seems to me you like this."

"Now where," he said with his face buried in the pillow, "would you possibly get that idea?"

"I'm going to actually start now. You're going to be in control of how this goes-- if you want more or less pressure, for me to move, or if I hurt you, I want to know. Am I clear?"

As much as he wanted to just tell him to get on with it already, he appreciated the care being put into it. "Yeah, I understand."

Spy's hands were soft, but firm. He'd clearly done this sort of thing before, paying extra attention to bits of tension that Dell hadn't even noticed before.

"Could ya go a little higher?"

"Here?" Just his fingertips dragged upwards, to between his shoulder plates. He gave it a tentative press.

"Mmph, yes that's it. That's the spot."

"Problem."

"Solution?"

"I can't do this very easily from beside you like this. When I would do this for my lovers, usually I'd sit above them, so we were parallel."

He worked some mental math, figuring out what sort of position he meant. Instantly his face heated up, "Oh! Like you'd straddle me?"

"...Yes."

"Do it, I don't mind. Hell I want you to," he paused, stammering, "but it's not like I want you like that necessarily, I mean if you were okay with that maybe I'd ask real nicely but like you're-- and I'm not gonna do that sort of thing to a friend-- fuck. I wasn't exactly meaning to say any of that."

Silence fell over the room for just a moment, the only thing either could hear was their shared breathing. Spy broke the silence, "Dell," he said, "You... do you have feelings for me?"

"It's more than that" he sighed, now regretting having said anything at all. He couldn't exactly turn back now, given that he was shirtless and his back covered in oils. There was no way to explain that if he were seen by someone else. He sat up, so he could say what he had to, so he could take the rejection 'like a man'. "I admire you, more than might be normal. The amount of skill it takes to do your job, your wit, how much you care about the team, despite not showing it all the time? Things like that pull at my heart. You smiled at me once at one of my dispensers and I still haven't gotten the image out of my head. And, I understand if you think less of me," he didn't. "But I like you, and being on this team together has me wishing we could be more than just team mates."

Spy looked at Dell, at how he just laid out his heart for him, how he delicately put it in his hands. He didn't want to squeeze it too hard, but he wanted to show that he felt the same way. How was he supposed to do that?

"I..." he swallowed. Why is this so difficult? "I think I feel similarly. I hate when the enemy spy saps your machinery, a little part of me dies when your sentries are taken down. Late at night, I can't help but wonder what you're tinkering with. This isn't the sort of thing I'd tell you under normal circumstances, but, I've caught myself staring at you while you build. Sure, I brushed it off, at the time. You're my team mate, crucial capturing and holding points, of course I should keep watch. Of course I should defend you. But then it kept happening. I kept wondering what it would be like to dance with you, to be intimate, physically, after battles."

One could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed.

"I kept wondering what it would be like to kiss you."

Wordlessly, Dell nodded, as if asking for permission. It was returned, as he held the others face, closing the distance between them, they pressed their list together. He was soft, gentle.

Spy held into Dell's bare shoulders, just so he didn't get oils on his face. He trailed them u, unconsciously grabbing at the back of his neck, playing with his short hair.

In return, he moved a hand to the others waist, just laying there, offering support.

That was how they remained for about a minute, trading kisses and touches. It was Spy who finally broke to get some air.

"Was that good?" Asked Dell.

"Yes, c'est merveillieux." He said, wiping some saliva from his lips.

"uh, mare vay you?"

He chuckled, then broke out into laughter like bells, "I'm sorry. That was French, I forgot the word-- marvelous! That's what it was in English-- yes, it was good, better than good. Was it for you as well?"

He nodded rapidly, "And thank you, for all of this. I'm gonna have to wash it off, right?" He was referring to the oils.

"Probably, yes. If being seen is an issue, you can borrow one of my watches. I have spares."

"Yeah, I think I'll need one of those."

"Give me just a minute." He left to wash his hands, and grab one of the many spare invisibility watches he kept in drawers. It wasn't anything too special, a plain silver thing that lasted around a minute.

The engineer made his way back to his room, holding his shirt, with little problem. When the watch finished doing it's magic, he was already ready to get in his private shower. The whole time, he couldn't wipe the dopey look off his face even if he wanted to.

[creepswrites]

RED CHRISTMAS (Billy Lenz)

The idea for this story came to me in a dream, hope you guys enjoy!! Billy Lenz just needs some friends, honestly. I also really really love Black Christmas, its one of my favorite movies, so I hope I write Billy well :')) let me know if you're interested in a part 2!!

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: "Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him. WARNING: minor violence, mental health issues, discussion of pregnancy & related issues (Billy is NOT SA'd)

Billy stared vacantly at Claire Harrison, watching her as she packed her bags in preparation to leave. Christmas was in a few days and many of the sorority girls had planned to leave. Watching Claire play with the cat, Claud, Billy chewed anxiously on his fingernails as he stayed hidden in his spot in his closet. Sneaking into the sorority itself hadn't been difficult. Attic windows were rarely locked. Moving about had required precision and caution on Billy's part since the girls were still unpredictable to him, but he could change that. He could make them predictable.

People were predictable when they were afraid.

Snapping himself back to the moment, Billy watched carefully as Claire gravitated closer and closer to his hiding spot in the closet. His recent phone call had really rattled the girls earlier - Claire especially. He'd been calling the house for a few weeks now but only recently snuck in, feeling bolder than he had in weeks.

There was no rhyme or reason to choosing these girls. Maybe parts of them reminded him of Agnes, of his mother, or of something entirely different. Billy didn't have a reason for killing the way he did.

(The little girl in the park had been an accident. Just an accident. She'd seen him sneaking around and he had to kill her or else she'd call someone. Then Billy would be in trouble. And Billy didn't want to be in trouble.)

The rustling of Claire moving to grab something in the closet had Billy lunging for her throat, grabbing the startled girl around the neck and slamming her head into the wall, immediately knocking her unconscious. Billy just stared at his hands, watching them shake as they gripped her neck, before lifting her up into his arms.

Hauling her up into the attic took some doing but he was stronger than his lankier appearance let on.

The attic itself was dark, dusty, and quiet. Just the way Billy liked it. Wooden planks made up the floor that gave his hands tiny splinters for him to pull out with his teeth, cobwebs covering all the old clothes, boxes, props the sorority used when promoting themselves for new members, and clouded windowpanes from years without cleaning.

A sole, comfortable rocking chair was set up by the window. Tying the girl to the rocking chair had been easy. So was wrapping a cloth around her mouth so she couldn't scream if she awoke. Billy ignored the way his hands shook as he worked, mumbling to himself as he did so. Mama had to be in her usual spot, his mind cried. Right by the windowsill with Agnes just like he remembered.

Kneeling in front of the chair, Billy Lenz stared at the unconscious girl. Brown hair, big doe eyes, and a softness to her that Billy craved. The opposite of everything his mother was but very accurate to the version of herself that he made in his head. Billy remembered his mother to appear very kind and approachable, sweet, and delicate to Agnes.

Billy always made her angry, always got in her way. He remembered the way her face would twist and contort whenever he was in a room with her. As though to share her space was an insult that Billy could never hope to apologize for.

His mother was always crueler and scarier when she was yelling at him.

But she wasn't yelling now. He glanced up nervously at the unconscious girl before focusing his attention back on the dirty attic floors. He had control now. His mother was gone and his sister was gone. He was in control now.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly to himself, voice cracking slightly, as he took the leg of the chair and rocked it slowly, eyes fixed to the spot where the girls shoes scuffed the dusty wooden floor.

Hearing the muffled sounds of the sorority girls' voices, Billy lifted his head slowly. Most of the girls were leaving for the Christmas break but a few would be staying behind, for one reason or another. The girl Barb was staying - he overheard that phone call right before calling the house.

Calling the sorority house. Yes, he'd done that. Stupid Billy, he hissed in his own head. Stupid, stupid Billy. It had been such an impulse, such a horrible idea from a horrible, horrible boy-

"Hello Peter?" The girl's voice pulled him from his thoughts, listening intently as she spoke. "I just want to talk to you." Her voice was low, hard to make out. Billy crept towards the door that led the attic and opened it slowly to hear better. Jess, he was able to identify. He was always hyperaware of their voices - and of the girls themselves - at all times. "Nothing's the matter, I just need to talk to you. In person. It's important." Billy stared at the carpeted floor of the sorority house from his spot, hovering over the ladder. He couldn't climb down but he didn't need to see the girls face to see her frustrated expression.

He'd already heard Jess talk to Phyl about the pregnancy.

In his own, twisted way, Billy wanted her to get the abortion too. Remembering his own childhood, remembering Agnes' life, he didn't want to see Jess turn into his mother. Though he could bear to see her annoying boyfriend meet his father's demise.

Billy hadn't been the one to kill his dad, after all. Maybe it would do Jess some good to embody his mother just a little bit.

"Peter, it's important!" Jess huffed again. "I'm not telling you over the phone because it needs to be in person." Billy felt out of his body as he crept down the ladder slowly. "Peter-" Jess huffed before angrily hanging up the phone. Billy made his way to the banister of the stairs and crouched down, watching Jess wrap her arms around herself. She stared at the fire for a moment before turning to sit on the couch. "Honestly, the nerve of that boy..." She huffed to herself before noticing a shadow on the floor and looking up at the stairs.

Both she and Billy jolted in surprise when her eyes landed on him. "Oh, are you from the party?" Jess asked, making Billy's head tilt slightly. "You should head home, it's late." She rubbed her eyes for a moment. "Unless you're keeping one of the girls company...?" Normally she didn't mind whatever boys her sorority sisters invited over but something about this guy gave her the creeps. She pushed the thought from her mind as quick as it came because, no, that was irrational. Sure he looked dirty and startled but that didn't mean he was dangerous!

Billy, however, stared at her with wide eyes, partially out of fear and largely out of confusion. Why would he be keeping them company? Did she know about Claire? Oh god-

"Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him, her look of concern reminding him of the social worker- When had she come up the stairs?

"Help." He repeated, mimicking her tone. She raised an eyebrow at that, a nervous smile on her face.

"Do you know where you are?" She spoke softly, looking Billy up and down as he slowly stood up. Billy hated that look and quelled the urge to dig his fingernails into her neck by digging them into the thick fabric of the hem of his sweater instead.

"No." He said quietly, eyes locked on the floor. He was out of his depth here. He wasn't supposed to be found. He hissed softly, gripping his hair in frustration and yanking, trying to ground himself. Why had he climbed down, what was he doing, everything was going to be ruined-

His franticness seemed to alarm her. "It's alright," she gently took his wrists and tugged gently in hopes he'd move his arms. He stared up at her with wide, fearful eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."

For a moment, Billy believed her. Jess seemed kind, genuinely concerned about him. His eyes flickered between her face and her hands as he mumbled to himself. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe sitting down will help." She let go of him gently and Billy felt the weight in his chest lift slightly. Drinks would be good, yeah.

He let Jess take his hand and walk him downstairs.

The downstairs kitchen wasn't anything phenomenal. Plain but useful, decorated to the nines for Christmas like everything else in the house. Jess busied herself with making hot cocoa for the strange man and eyed him curiously as he sat down in one of the old dining room chairs, staring at her.

He was interesting. The green turtleneck he wore reminded her briefly of Peter but his messy, dark brown curls made him different. Green eyes obscured by hair that seemed to stare into her very soul the longer she looked. He was dirty and covered in dust, like he'd been crawling around the attic or something. She looked away, feeling his eyes bore holes into her. He was odd.

But something about him made her feel sympathetic. Afraid, absolutely, but she worried about him.

Cutting a piece of the warm pumpkin cake Barb made and grabbing a candy cane, she brought the steaming mug into the dining room and set the small plate and cocoa in front of the man, who continued to stare up at her.

"We have marshmallows and whipped cream if you want that as well," she hummed as she sat down. Billy glanced at the cake curiously before taking the fork in a shaking hand and eating vigorously.

Jess felt her brow furrow. With how he was acting, she wondered when the last time he ate was. There was no way Barb's cooking was this good. "Do you know your name?" She asked hesitantly, feeling the mans eyes on her. She wasn't sure if he had a head injury or just didn't want to speak but if he was dealing with amnesia, her work may be cut out for her there.

It was snowing too much to drive out to a hospital right now...

"...Billy." He mumbled quietly, cutting Jess from her thoughts.

"Well Billy," he liked the way she said his name with her accent, "it's nice to meet you. My name is Jess."

"Jess." Billy repeated, mimicking her accent to the best of her ability. Jess seemed somewhat amused by it, giving him a light smile.

"You're very fond of voices, aren't you?" Billy shrugged, sipping on the cocoa and finally taking his eyes off her. "What other voices can you do?"

Billy's head snapped up harshly, staring Jess down. Usually people were annoyed by Billy doing voices, never asked him to do more. He was too loud, too annoying, too- "Tonight, one of these three contestants will become champion, and win a 1975 automobile, $10,000 in cash, or $25,000 in cash. And now, let's meet the star of Jeopardy!, Art Fleming!" Billy lowered the octave of his voice, repeating the lines he'd heard from the TV a few nights ago.

Jess laughed and Billy felt himself freeze. "Wow, okay. So you can do a lot of voices then." Her smile was infectious and Billy could feel himself smiling. He nodded shyly, drinking from the mug again. "Well, I'm sure Barb will get a kick out of that too." Blinking at the name, Billy hummed in thought. Barb was the girl staying behind who wanted to visit her mother. Skiing, he recalled. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" Billy glanced up at Jess, staring her down.

"...No." He said softly, chewing at the skin on his fingers anxiously. Jess didn't seem surprised but frowned slightly.

"Well, I suppose you can sleep on the couch. I'll give a note to the girls still here that you're downstairs so they don't freak out." Billy nodded as Jess took the empty dishes from him, leaving him to chew thoughtfully on the candy cane. "I'll grab you some blankets and pillows, wait here!" Jess smiled before hurrying upstairs, socked feet padding on the carpeted stairs.

The spare closet at the end of the hall by the attic usually had extra blankets and pillows inside for emergencies. When she opened the small closet, Jess busied herself by grabbing a thick, wool blanket and a plain white pillow and used her hip to shut the door. She paused when she noticed the attic door was open and rolled her eyes, reaching up to shut it. Really, Barb and Phyll should've shut it after getting decorations!

Lord knows the draft up there would give them all dreadful colds.

Jess quietly shut off the upstairs lights on her way back down, almost relieved to see Billy had made himself at home on the couch, staring blankly at the fire until he heard the girl approach him.

Billy watched her cautiously, biting the candy cane and sucking it to a sharp point. Grinning to himself, he started laughing quietly. How had he gotten himself into this- this mess?! Biting down on the candy cane to hold it in his mouth freed up his hands to pull anxiously at his curly hair.

Jess set the blankets and pillows down cautiously beside her before looking him over. "Do you want a shower or anything? I'm not sure how many spare clothes I have but, if you want to get clean, I can-"

A knock at the door made Billy shriek, like he'd been stabbed.

Jess froze, yelping as well when her guest shrieked, covering his ears with his hands. That... was odd, but she tried to push it down. "It's alright Billy, probably just late-night carolers or something," she tried to reassure him calmly as Billy peered at her nervously. "I'll go check, it's alright." Jess stood from the couch and made her way to the window and peeled back the curtains, frowning at the figure of a single man standing there.

When she looked back over at the couch, Billy wasn't anywhere to be seen. As she looked around frantically, Peter pounded again on the door, begging to be let in. Jess sighed, more annoyed than anything. So first Peter wanted to wait and now he was suddenly interested in what she had to say? Honestly, sometimes it was like he loved that piano more than her.

First, she needed to find where Billy ran off to. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess spotted movement in the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. "It's alright Billy, it's just my boyfriend Peter..."

Poking his head out into the entryway of the hall, he simply stared at her. Those big green eyes once again made her feel unsettled except for the fact he didn't seem... dangerous? He was weird for sure but the girl didn't think he was that dangerous. After all, she was in college for psychology. She'd recognize anything hostile in him.

Peter's incessant knocking was grating on her nerves. "One moment Billy," she sighed before turning on her heel and marching to the front door. After a bit of a jiggle of the tricky handle, it opened.

"Jess! Leaving me to freeze out there? After I came all this way?" Peter pouted dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and pushing past Jess into the sorority house.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think you'd be coming. You said you were getting rest, tomorrow's important to you."

"Well, you piqued my interest," Peter explained with an insincere smile. "Besides, I can't sleep if something's on your mind. What's going on?" Slowly, Peter's eyes shifted to behind Jess and he looked alarmed. "Who's THIS?"

Jess looked over her shoulder at Billy, who stood in the entryway to the kitchen with a candy cane stuffed in his mouth, the point aimed at Peter. If looks could kill, her boyfriend would be ash at her feet. "That's Billy," Jess smiled, "he's from the party earlier."

"So... why's he downstairs with you alone?" Peter gave a concerned look to Jess. "Jess, sweetie, is he bothering you? Just say the word and I'll-"

"Pig bitch..." Billy muttered, voice slurred by the candy cane. Jess felt herself freeze. That voice. She had thought it familiar at first but that phrase... only one person she knew said that. The Moaner. The horrible, awful Moaner on the phone who was now in the house. Had been in the house the whole time. Oh my god he was in the house and she fed him and offered him to spend the night?!

Jess felt close to fainting but she held it together.

"What did you say?" Peter snapped at Billy, glaring him down.

"Rotten pig bitch!" Billy shrieked in a high pitched at the other man before retreating back into the kitchen, a soft shattering noise of glass made Jess flinch slightly.

Now she had a choice to make: she could tell Peter about the phone calls, tell him about the Moaner, about how for the past few weeks he had been calling the house and disturbing her and her sisters. Or. Or she could tell him about the baby, brush off the Moaner's - Billy's - antics and tell him what he came to hear about.

Steadying herself, Jess moved to sit on the couch. If she said something about Billy, Peter may try to pick a fight him, a fight she was uncertain he'd win. Or call the cops. And lord knows what would happen if Billy found out she sold him out. She wasn't sure how strong he was but he was nearly the same size as her boyfriend. Besides, there was something about him that confused Jess. Billy was just a walking contradiction.

There was simply no way the Moaner who screamed profanities was the same man who was too anxious to meet her eyes. Right?

Jess didn't like her odds.

"I'm pregnant," is what she settled on saying. Peter's eyes went wide. His slowly growing grin was not at all what she'd expected.

"Jess that's wonderful!"

"I don't want it Peter," Jess sighed. She'd been afraid of this reaction, quietly hoping he'd be as opposed to having it as she was. "I want to get an abortion."

Peter blinked at her like she'd grown two heads. "What?"

"I don't want it. I'm not going to keep it." She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest to mask her trembling.

Peter was quiet as she spoke, sitting beside her on the couch. "Jess. Listen to me very carefully. You are not going to abort that baby."

Jess turned to him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! We'll get married and you'll keep the baby. It'll be perfect!" He smiled at her but all Jess felt was nausea.

"Peter, I don't want that. I have things I want to do that a baby will prevent me from doing. I don't want to play housewife for you with a baby I don't want." She stood up, forcefully pulling her wrist from him when he grabbed her. "Let go-!"

"No, listen to me!" Peter practically snarled, voice oozing with malice. "You don't get to decide-"

"SHUT UP!" A voice shrieked before a glass cup struck Peter in the eye, breaking into shards that scratched his cheek as they fell. Jess's eyes snapped over to Billy, hand clenching a sharpened candy cane and glaring daggers at Peter.

As her boyfriend recoiled, Jess stepped in front of him. "Billy! It's- it's alright! He's not going-"

Billy shrieked, voice higher than usual, gripping his hair with the hand not holding the candy cane. "NASTY, DIRTY PIG BITCH!" He snapped stumbling backwards until he hit a wall. He crumpled with a sob and pointed the sharpened candy cane at Peter with tears streaming down his face.

Jess was... confused, to say the least. She glanced at Peter, who held his face in shock, and then to Billy who had an arm wrapped around himself and was whispering and mumbling frantically, though she was able to make out the name "Agnes" in the whispers.

"Jess, who the hell is this guy?!" Peter roared, Jess flinched slightly.

She really, truly, did not know.

"I'm having a baby!" Constance Lenz grinned at her boyfriend. The two had been struggling to have a child but finally, finally, it'd worked.. The twelve year old boy who Constance had locked in the attic after her husband tragically "died of a heart attack."

But Billy knew. He'd seen her kill his dad. And now his mom was having another child.

And Agnes had been precious. Billy had been enamored with her immediately, sometimes creeping down from his attic room to see her asleep in his crib. He'd mastered sneaking around the house now, stealing food and water when everyone was asleep. And he'd see Agnes.

Then, Christmas morning, when Agnes was five years old, Billy made an appearance.

She'd never met him before, not really. He'd watch her sleep - green eyes boring holes into the toddler as she'd slept. He felt insanely protective of her, wanting her to have a good childhood and living vicariously through that. He'd watched his mom hold her and rock with her in a rocking chair, watched them make sugar cookies together...

And it was like he was completely forgotten. Completely stripped of personhood. Now he was just a memory locked away in the closet.

So here he was. Staring down his five year old sister as she played with her toys by the Christmas tree. Mommy and daddy had gone into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. The stove was currently burning the side of daddy's face as mommy bled out on the floor - the both of them with various candy canes lodged in their necks and stained bright red.

The blood still dripped from the puncture wounds. Billy had gotten good at sharpening the sticks down to points.

Agnes just looked up at him. Of course she didn't recognize him. She didn't know him but he knew her.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly, lifting the five year old up into his arms. Agnes clung to her doll and didn't protest when Billy sat in the rocking chair, rocking his little sister the way he'd seen his mother do.

She was five. She didn't have a strong concept of danger yet. The blood staining Billy's hands didn't bother her.

Billy stared ahead at nothing, just repeating the lullaby over and over. Tears fell silently down his cheeks. He felt covered in dirt and blood and he clung to his baby sister like a lifeline.

The police didn't have a difficult time finding the killer. The killer who was sat by the Christmas tree with Agnes Lenz in his lap, babbling incoherent nonsense. "Agnes," he whispered to the slumbering baby as the officers drew their guns on him, "don't tell them what we did, Agnes."

As if a toddler had any hand in what happened.

...

"Billy?" Jess's voice was louder then the memories. Memories of Agnes sobbing. Her and Billy being separated. The trial that had ended when signs of neglect had been littered on Billy's body. Bruises, malnourishment, just a ratty and dirty seventeen-year-old boy who lost control.

He'd been let go. Regular therapist visits had been required. But Billy had run away, went north to Canada. Where he was now.

"Billy?" Jess again. Billy finally looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. She looked worried, perched on her knees as she reached for his face, brushing hair away. "What's wrong?"

"Agnes?" He choked out, feeling bile rise.

"Who's Agnes?" She asked softly. Her nasty boyfriend stood behind her, glaring at him, but Billy ignored him.

Billy bit his tongue as he hummed to himself. "Little baby bumpin'..." He cooed, staring blankly at his lap.

"He's insane, Jess." Peter spat with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just call the cops and they'll take him back to whatever asylum he came from. Lock him up and throw away the key."

"No!" Billy shrieked, more tears falling. "No! No! No!" He lunged at Peter, grabbing at him. The two scuffled, Peter yelling at Jess to call the police.

The poor girl stands there, freeze taking over her entire body.

Then Barb and Phyllis come downstairs dressed in their bedclothes. Barb opens her mouth to ask what was going on just as Billy tackled Peter to the ground, screaming and hitting him.

Jess ran over, grabbing Billy around his chest and dragging him off her boyfriend, reassuring him that things were okay. God, what a world she was in where The Moaner was sobbing in her arms as he tried to beat the shit out of her boyfriend for whatever reason.

She sunk to the floor, holding Billy, who scratched desperately at her arms and shrieked.

This was going to be a long night...

[obxthornton]

Chapter 3

WC: 2482

When I told Ashton the worst part of my week was getting put in a project with Luke, I expected him to agree with me. Not throw a sleepover.

All 5 of us were lying in Ashton's living room, in complete awkward silence, It had been months since we had all 5 hung out together. Utter bullshit that I was over here with 3 boys and my ex, while my best friends were having their own sleepover at Kiaras. When Ashton invited me to sleep over I thought it was just going to be me and him. Maybe Michael at one point.

But here I was, arms crossed as I glared at Luke who sat on the other end of the couch, mimicking my expression.

"Guys." Michael Said, "It's getting weird."

"Shut it, Clifford," Luke said not breaking my gaze, like it was some intense staring contest.

"Brilliant idea Ash," Calum said sarcastically laying his back down on the floor.

"Gigi said they were working together!" Ashton argued.

I took my gaze away from Luke to glare at Ashton, the real criminal here, "I said we were working on a project together! Which he is no help with by the way." 

Luke scoffed, "You don't like my handwriting! How am I supposed to help if I can't write anything?"

"Maybe if you actually fucking agreed with me on something, we wouldn't have to write so much." I shot back at him.

"Oh yeah, like it's such a crime for me to disagree with you." He rolled his eyes at me causing me to kick his leg hard with my foot.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, Hemmings," I said narrowing my eyes at him. He knew how much I hated when he rolled his eyes at me.

"Guys stop," Ashton said.

"Oh no you do not need to be upset with us when you put us here Irwin," I said glaring at the boy.

"Those questions are easy guys... I mean how can you not at least agree on a few of them? Go and stop? Pirates and ninjas?" Calum said sitting back up. He now seemed interested in the conversation.

"We're two totally different people," I said earning a nod from Luke. 

"How the hell did y'all date?" Michael asked making Luke scoff. "Lots of alcohol mate." This earned him another kick to the leg. "Stop that!" Luke yelled at me hitting my leg with his foot back.

"Asshole," I mumbled.

"Okay! I give up!" Ashton yelled raising his hands in surrender and standing up. "You too are too fucking childish to even respect each other."

"I never will respect Luke," I said simply said.  Luke's face softened lightly almost in regret before it went back to a glare.

"I don't respect someone who doesn't respect me." He said.

"What the hell even happened to you two?" Calum asked.

Crazy how that one question can change our whole mood. Luke chewed on his fingernails anxiously and I pulled my feet up on the couch, wrapping an arm around my knees. "Nothing," I said barely above a whisper.

"No no... I'll tell em," Luke said looking over at me. For once in a while, the look wasn't laced with a single ounce of resentment.

"You don't have to." I mumbled, "It's over and there's no point in making them think differently of you when they weren't even there." 

"Luke, what the hell did you do?" Ashton asked glaring at his friend.

I knew the second that it happened Luke regretted it. I knew that our breakup would have been more of a "break" if it wasn't for my song getting stolen. If it wasn't for the fight after I confronted him.

"You know jazzy?." Luke asked closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the couch.

"Jazzy like Jasmine Hodge? Hottest girl in all of Australia?" Michael asked.  I wanted to roll my eyes at that comment. But somehow it made Luke's case for him better.

Luke, however, winced at the words. "Jasmine Hodge yeah."

"What does Jasmine Hodge have to do with this story?" Calum asked.

"Everything." I sighed. This earned a guilty glance from Luke.

"We started playing truth or dare." Luke said, "And I chose dare."

I honestly didn't want to hear the story anymore. I didn't want to relive that moment at all, I could tell neither did Luke.

"Kiss the prettiest girl in the room," Luke said, the words rolling over his tongue like ice cold water. He seemed to scoff at his own self as he rubbed his mouth. Silence fell over the group as the boys stared at Luke Like he was Insane. "So I kissed Her. I kissed Jasmine Hodge." 

I closed my eyes at the words.

"Dude," Calum muttered.

It wasn't even the fact that I wasn't the prettiest girl in the room. It just had to be the girl at our school that everyone wanted to have. The girl every guy would leave their girlfriend for. He was my boyfriend of 4 years And he kissed her right infront of me.

"What the fuck Luke," Ashton said ruffly.

"I don't have an excuse that I haven't said to Geo before, so I'm not going to try to save myself now," Luke said swallowing hard. "Fuck." He mumbled.

"We took a break and then a month later officially broke it off," I said.

"Is that the fight we heard?" Michael asked making me stiffin and Luke open up his eyes. Just like that, our whole demeanor changed. That fight was nothing or Luke would even consider telling the boys what it was about. Even if they heard parts of it, it was no reason to go back to that day. The fight was the real reason we broke up I think. Not Jasmine, not the song, the fight.  Sure all those things started the fight but it opened up a whole new topic that made a lasting impression on how me and Luke view eachother.

"I'm going home," I told them standing up abruptly.

"Of course, right when the fight gets mentioned you leave," Luke said huffing at me, any ounce of guilt that was left on his face was replaced with the same old Luke I knew.

"I'll see you on Monday asshole," I said walking past him to grab my bag off the floor.

"Bye Calum, Bye Michael. Fuck you, Irwin." I said walking out the front door.

"Yeah walk out like always bitch!" Luke called as the door slammed.

Walk out like always bitch

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When I was 7 Ashton pushed me down the stairs and broke my arm. I hated him after that and told him I never wanted to be his friend again because I couldn't go swimming for a whole summer.

When I came home from the hospital in my cast there were wilted, old flowers on my porch. They looked as if they had been there for a few days or so, probably the time I had been at the hospital and surgery. I had recognized them as the ones from Ashton's flower bush in his front yard.

Ashton ended up getting grounded for destroying his mom's flower bush but ever since that day, whenever Ashton would "mess up' he would bring me flowers.

I guess that's why the front doorbell rang this morning.

I was still in my pajamas as it was only 10 in the morning. An iced Coffee in hand as I hid behind the wall not wanting for the unknown salesman to see me. The no soliciting sign in our neighborhood meant nothing to those guys.

"It's me Gi." A faint voice called from behind the door.

I sighed as Ash's voice came out behind the wall and walking to the door. I know I shouldn't be upset with him, he just wanted to hang out with all his friends on Friday. But it was hard not to blame him for all the re opened wounds. I should blame Hemmings, not Ash.

I unlocked the door and opened it seeing Ash stand there, a half dozen flowers in his hand as he kicked his shoe against my house. No longer were the flowers Ashton gave me from the yard but normally from the local store.

I smiled lightly as he turned to me holding them out.

"Come in," I said holding the door open alittle wider. He smiled largely as he walked inside the house and took off his shoes at the door.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a vase for the flowers and filled it up with water.

"I know you said you and Luke weren't good, but I just wanted, I Don't Know, to have my friends back," Ashton said sitting down at the kitchen table. "I should have asked you how you felt before I invited him."

I shook my head and sat the flowers to the side, "I'm sorry me and him can't get along. And I'm sorry that I took it out on you. there was no reason for me to be upset with you over wanting your friends to be friends."

Silence filled the table as we both felt guilty. Just because I couldn't stand Luke Doesn't mean I should put ash in the middle.

"You Wanna go get lunch?" He asked making me smile.

"Of course." I said standing up, "My treat."

"I'm supposed to buy you lunch, not the other way around." He said following me up to my room.

"I have band practice at 4 so gotta be back before then." Ignored his previous comment as I walked into my room and opened up my closet.

"I have it at 4 also." He said 

I grabbed some jeans and a t shirt and threw them on as Ashton lay face down on my bed. What a gentleman.

After I was dressed I walked over and pulled his head up by his hair. He sent me a smile which I returned before I dropped his head back in the pillow.

"So where are you thinking? Marcos? Snags?" I asked walking back down the stairs.

"I just want pizza," Ashton said shrugging.

"You always want pizza." Ashton and I both slipped on our shoes and walked outside to Ashton's car parked in my driveway. It was... weird seeing his car parked in my dad's spot. Not that my dad was ever home to park in it, but a car never filled the spot when He wasn't home.

"I'm thinking of that new pizza place on the corner of wintergreen." He said interrupting my thoughts, I hadn't even realized I had got in his car.

"Perfect," I said messing with the radio.

When we finally got to the restaurant I was more than starving. It was small and like Ashton said, off the corner of Wintergreen.

"Have you ever thought of, I don't know, a rebound?" Ashton asked as he sat down at a table in the far corner.

"I don't need someone to date to get over hemmings," I said rolling my eyes at Ashton. I was completely and utter over Luke and did not need a 'rebound' as Ashton called it.

"Hey I'm Liam, what can I get started for you today." 

I looked up at the waiter and smiled nervously. Liam had tattoos covering his arms in his tight black shirt. He stood there holding a pen and paper looking me up and down.

"Still don't need a rebound?" Ashton whispered to me making me stomp on his foot hard. He winced, "Just a water." 

Liam chuckled lightly and scratched it down, "and for your girlfriend?"

I laughed and shook my head, "Oh I don't have a boyfriend- I mean we aren't together. Water also please." 

He smiled and nodded at me, "Good to know. I'll have those drinks out in a second." He clicked his pen against the paper before walking back to the kitchen.

"No no, absolutely not," Ashton asked as I turned to him smiling. "Look at him!" I turned and looked at Liam who was stacking napkins on top of each other in the corner. "You haven't flirted with someone in 4 years and that's who you choose?"

"Hey! I have flirted with people in the past 4 years." I said not very convincingly.

He looked at me unamused, "other than Luke."

My face fell and I thought for a second. I snapped and pointed at him, "I went on a date with Amanda Zeno." 

Ashton's face scrunched up, "that weird girl from our science class?" 

I sighed, "Yeah she was my rebound."

He shook his head and waved his hands at me, "Well honestly I like her better than this guy."

"Here's your water," Liam said putting the waters on the table. "Know what you want to eat."

"Yeah well share a 12-inch of everything pizza," I said.

"I'll put that in right now." He said putting the paper in his back pocket.

"So Liam." Ashton said leaning in his seat towards Liam, "Where do you go to school."

He laughed and shook his head, "Oh I'm not in school. Got out of high school last year." Older and educated. Perfect.

Ashton shot me a look that said "Don't you dare."

"Do you work here full time?" I ask ignoring Ashton's glance.

"Most of the time. I'm also in a band." My smile got wider as Ashton sighed and let his head slip to the table earning a concerned glance from Liam.

"So am I." I said smiling, "I'm lead and guitar what about you?"

"Same! You should really come to see us perform sometime. We have a gig at Jordan's in a week or so." 

Ashton let out another loud groan and let his head smack down on the table again.

"No way! Us too! The 13th?" I asked.

Liam just laughed and nodded, "Small world. So you must be.... sugars?" He asked snapping his fingers. "And are you in sugars too or the 5 minutes of spring?" He asked Ashton.

"5 seconds of summer," Ashton mumbled.

"Ah sorry mate. Anyway, I guess I'll see you there. Maybe we can get dinner before?" Liam asked.

I nodded smiling at him, "it's a date."

"Great." Liam said smiling back at me, "I'll uh put in your orders."

As Liam left Ashton just lifted his head and shot me a look I knew too well. The 'you're making a terrible mistake look'.

But I didn't care. I was just smiling like an idiot as I sipped my water through the straw.

Our pizza came and went and when the check came, Liam slid the customer's receipt to me and wished me a good day.

Liam Payne 011-788-2397

I shoved the copy of the receipt into my pocket as Ashton frowned at me knowingly.

[diorchids]

LUKE CASTELLAN, GIVE IN.

cw: SWEARING, p in v, biting, obsessed!luke, BREEDING kink n more

nsfw ahead !

luke castellan fucks you slowly and quietly after you finally give in to his advances.

he follows you around camp, always flashing a toothy smile and being extra nice to you. stealing quick glances when you look away, he just thought you were so beautiful. he was infatuated with you, always thinking of what it’d be like to have you be his. he always needed you, making sure to touch your hair and take in a whiff of your perfume.

every single night, he would sit in the bathroom jerking off to the thought of you. your eyes lingering on his face made his knees practically buckle.

running his trembling finger over his puffy tip and slit, shutting his eyes to imagine your warm tongue comforting his weeping cock.

he always felt so dirty after, like he had sinned any time he thought of you. he liked the feeling of knowing he was wrong for thinking of a good friend like this, but what’s wrong with it?

one day he fidgeted quietly around the bonfire, leg bouncing constantly. all day he thought of asking a simple question.

he pays attention to your soft lips, watching the way they contort and move with every word that seeps out of them. you were too perfect for him.

“would you, though? not in a weird way.” he grabbed your attention after the bonfire caught your eye.

“what? would i what?” you snapped your head back to him, making his fingernails dig into his palms.

“a-again, not being weird, would you ever fuck me?” nervousness completely took over his voice, eyebrows slightly furrowed while he waited anxiously for your answer.

a slight grin crept onto your face. biting the inside of your cheek, tongue playing with the chewed flesh, you answer, “i would. only if you wanted to.”

you weren’t oblivious to him liking you, anybody could tell. he took you up on the offer.

his cock practically prodding at your cervix, “shh, shh.” bringing his finger to your lips to quiet your whimpers. “gotta be quiet, real quiet, babe.” he covered your mouth with his big hand, muffling your cries.

he was dazed but aware enough to not cum too quickly, “see? takin’ me so good, knew you would.” he said, in love with your fucked out state.

fingers digging into your ass to accommodate his fat cock digging deeper inside of you, slamming your cunt onto his throbbing mess of a dick.

“like that? suckin’ me in real good, babe.” the bunk squeeked with every thrust. you nod incessantly, “more, more, more. s’ good, mhm.” you drag your words out and squirm underneath the constant abuse of your bruised-up cervix.

“so — warm. gonna put my babies ‘n you,” he grunts in your ear each time your nails dig into his hips, “grippin' me like a vice lettin’ me fuck you like this."

"all yours, p-put babies ‘n me," your pretty moans egg him on, his fuel to keep fucking you so perfectly.

he shifts for more comfort, cock moving along the side of your velvety walls, making you groan animalistically. "i mean," the sound of his panting getting louder as he kisses you harshly. "been waitin' for this, pretty thing."

he's different now, less gentle, but more passionate. he's been waiting for the right moment to ask, letting you two become closer by the day.

"cummin', gonna cum, luke." you run your fingers through his damp hair and push yourself farther onto him. his tongue roams your mouth and leaves your lips puffy and wet, "go ahead, cum for me." he thrusts mercilessly, coaxing the juice right out of you.

you thrash and moan around him as your juices basically spray out of your abused cunt. your body gets all limp, legs weakening and trembling. he smiles and kisses the corners of your mouth, he loves your fucked out state, assuring him he did a great job.

he doesn't stop his thrusts, your juices serving as a lubricant for him to fuck you like a real slut. he's gonna make this count.

he slams into you while he delivers sloppy kisses all over your face, tasting some of your salty tears in the process.

"f-fuck, puttin' my babies in you -- love you s' much, doll." his special nickname stands out in this sentence. he knows you're pretty, so he had to fuck his babies deep inside of you.

his warm load coats your walls, it dripping down your cunt and pooling onto the sheets. your moans can't be any louder as he fucks his cum into you one more time before replacing it with his long finger.

you buck your hips into his hand, tears still falling and legs still trembling. you really can't form a sentence now.

"so pretty, did so well, doll," he smiles from above you, cold chain sitting on your chest.

[lesbiancharliedalton]

i was there last night though watching that when we were at the fucking memorial scene i realized i had been sooo anxiously chewing up my fingernails AND my lips LMFAOOOOOOO and now my lips are FUCKED. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME AKJFAKJDS I WAS LIKE WAIT I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE IN LIKE A LEGIT DIRE STATE LIKE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN

[knifeintomynoir]

Nervous Energy

Sometimes you’re too overwhelmed by those unfinished tasks on your to-do list that it fills you up with those unwanted tics and long forgotten bodily anxiety cues.

That, coupled with the inability to get over your own perfectionism, renders you unable to finish menial tasks. Moreover, you feel the lack of energy to do basic chores.

In my case, a notable dreaded chore is filling empty water bottles.

So ultimately the lists keep piling on, you keep procrastinating, and it keeps overwhelming your mind, and before you know it,

Its almost midnight and you’ve chewed through your fingernails.

Breaking the cycle with a sudden spurt of energy and productivity is on the cards, I predict.

Anxiously yours,

Knifeintomynoir

[cursedvessels]

Shimi sucks in xyr cheeks quietly at her words, nibbles anxiously at the skin on the inside of xyr cheek with xyr back molars. If they're going to ask you to kill one person, you know more will follow. That was true, but xe wasn't sure if that was necessarily such a bad thing. What made it bad? Didn't humans kill, too? All the time. And not always bad humans...Xe'd seen things in film, the military ads, the sheer existence of the death penalty that told xem that humans didn't think all murder was bad. Some killing was necessity, surely Leo could understand that...Then again, xe wasn't sure xe even fully understood it xemselves.

There were a lot of thoughts and considerations running through eir brain at what seemed like a thousand miles an hour. Her prying questions only seem to serve to confuse em more, too. Does he really need to die? If eir family--eir tribe was telling em that he did, then surely he did...Right? But then, what would happen if e didn't kill the man? Why was it so important? Why em?

A long silence stretches out between them after Leo finishes speaking. They're chewing roughly at the inside of their cheek, eyes pinned to the ground. Fingernails pick anxiously at the skin around eir fingertips. It was, ultimately, their decision. She was right about that much...

"Would you think less of me if I did it?" A beat. Xe swallows back xyr nerves and lets xyr eyes lift to meet hers again. There's a desperation in those purple hues, searching her face like her expression would hold all the answers... "What if my failure to do so changes the course of your world's future? Changes history? What if it creates a domino effect that hinders the progression of your species?" Something that harms her..? "Am I to ignore that for the sake of one man?"

“They might.” Eyes widen slightly for emphasis as she looks at em. “If they’re going to ask you to kill one person, you know more will follow.”

As e comes to join on her on the couch, she twists herself to face em with her knees pulled in. It felt a little surreal to be discussing killing someone with Shimi. If that was eir nature – eir duty as a jinn, who was she to interfere with that?

“I can’t make the decision for you, but…” A little tap to her knee as she watches him. “…does he really need to die, or is this just a test for you?” And if it is, what would happen if they failed? “Do you want to be like the rest of your tribe, Sami? Or do you want something different for your life?”

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Comfort | Jimmy Donaldson 

Requested? By an anon!!! Finally!!!

Warnings? A lil sadness

Summary: After getting bad news, Jimmy does his best to cheer you up.

Word Count: 1,087

“Jimmy!!” you scream at the top of your lungs. 

You rush downstairs, whipping around trying to find your boyfriend on the expansive first floor of his house, and run towards the living room when you spot him lying back on the couch. He sits up just as you enter the room, a concerned look flooding his features. 

“Baby?” he asks, leaning forward like he’s about to get up but instead, your body crashes into his, your laptop shoved into his hands. 

“Click on it,” you tell him, leaning back and bringing a manicured fingernail to your lips. You chew on the acrylic nervously, watching as Jimmy’s eyes scan the email you had placed in front of him. 

“Is this…” he trails off and when his eyes meet yours you nod, fidgeting slightly from his gaze. 

“Baby, you gotta open it,” he tells you trying to hand your laptop back but you don’t budge. 

“Jimmy if I open it and it’s not what I want, I will start crying and flailing and causing a scene and break my laptop and I can’t handle rejection well you know I can’t so,” you trail off and your boyfriend pulls your laptop back to him. 

You had been applying to graduate school for months, picking as many North Carolina schools as you could in hopes of further pursuing your career. Your top choice? University of North Carolina Chapel Hill. 

Ironically, it was the place where you and Jimmy first met. Both on a field trip to different colleges in the state, you had literally run into him. The two of you chatted for a bit, exchanging snapchat’s before being pulled away by your separate schools. Ultimately, the two of you would become best friends and then more very quickly. 

For college, you had gone to Clemson University, a long line of family had gone there as well and truly you did love the college. Jimmy would visit every weekend and you’d come up when you could. However, now that you were headed to graduate school you wanted to be closer to home. 

You had done well in college, B’s and A’s marked most of your semesters, and dean's list followed right along. You figured you would get into UNC Chapel Hill with ease and be able to enjoy the best of both worlds at home. Still, you were too nervous to open the email that decided your fate. 

“Whatever happens, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, squeezing your knee before moving to open the email. 

You bounce anxiously, watching Jimmy’s expression just barely flicker as he reads through the message. He finally looks at you, not saying anything but simply handing your laptop back to you. Your heart sinks, knowing nothing good was going to come from the quiet. You take the computer, finally building the courage to read through the email. 

“Though the committee therefore determined we are not able to offer you admission…” 

Your eyes blur instantly, unable to continue reading. Jimmy slides the laptop out of your hands, carefully placing it on the coffee table in front of you. He pulls your body fully into his, your legs wrapped around his waist, arms tucked against his chest as he pulls you in till your head falls onto his shoulder. 

You ugly cry into Jimmy’s shoulder shocked that you had been rejected from your top school. You didn’t know for certain that you would get in, but you had unfortunately high hopes. Your confidence was at a complete bust and at this point, you didn’t think you had any chance of getting into a single school. You were starting to wonder how you got into Clemson at all. 

“I suck,” you whimper out and Jimmy shakes his head. 

“None of that,” he tells you, pulling back to look into your eyes. 

“You are the smartest girl I know,” he starts, reaching a hand up to run it delicately over your cheek.  “That school is dumb for not accepting you. You could apply to Yale and they would take you in a heartbeat.” 

You giggle, sniffling just barely as you wipe away a stray tear from your eye. Jimmy reaches both hands up, wiping away each tear that falls and letting you cry until your sobs have slowed. 

“Hey,” he says, pulling your chin so you look at him. 

“You know you can get into any school you want. It doesn’t have to be Chapel Hill. You could go back to Clemson, take a gap year, go to one of your other choices, this isn’t the only way.” 

“How do you always know what to say?” you ask, leaning your head onto his chest.

“Lucky guess,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“No seriously,” you say. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re the best.” 

Jimmy holds you tight, pulling you into him as he reaches to turn on your favorite show. He cuddles you, pressing kisses to your head and running loving hands up and down your back until you drift to sleep. 

When you wake up in the morning, you forget what happened for a minute until it floods over you relentlessly. You sigh, pushing yourself farther back into the mattress and thinking about how you really didn’t want to move for the rest of the day. 

You roll onto your side, expecting Jimmy’s sleeping figure next to you but come up empty. Just as you sit up and grab your phone, the door swings open and Jimmy steps in with a sheepish look on his face. 

“Did I wake you?” he asks nervously. 

“No no,” you reassure him. 

“I brought food,” he says, holding up a drink in one hand and a bag of food from your favorite restaurant in the other. 

You make grabby hands until Jimmy sits in front of you, legs crossed and bumping against yours as he pulls the food out and separates it. 

“Thank you,” you say, grabbing the final piece of food and leaning in to peck his lips. 

“I figured you’d wake up sad so I wanted to get you something to make you feel better.” 

You pout at the man before you, the one that has stolen your heart and refuses to give it back. The one who knows you through and through. The one that was thoughtful enough to make sure you woke up in a decent mood. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you,” he says, squeezing your knee and kissing your cheek before devouring the food he bought.