#like the lead up of Jimmy coming out of his mouth and throat and Curly’s socket being empty

[dykedvonte]

It’s just now hitting me that when Jimmy leaves the mouth of post crash Curly’s head in that bizzaro hallucination sequence it is symbolic of him as the parasitic tongue eating louse needing to leave the host after it has died.

The head is missing Curly’s eye likely representing that blind spot Curly had for Jimmy along with the last bit of Curly that Jimmy could feed off of and impose himself through is truly gone now, a realization that likely is another reason Jimmy broke down so quickly after the feast.

He no longer could hide beside the perception of Curly and now all his words and actions, at least in that moment, were all his own with no way else to spin the blame. He tried to feed his host itself, cause feeding off of him worked for Jimmy not understanding or admitting he’s eaten too much himself.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 11 (The color of lead)

Jimmy x Male!reader

"I think when people show you who they are through actions, you have to believe em."

Jimmy refuses to look at you while you speak, opting instead to look forwards at the wall. His back leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, sitting as his legs splayed out. You doubt he had anything to say.

"The problem was...I was too busy listening to you," you sighed. Your hand finally relaxes, and a loud clang echoes through the hallways. Walking over, you turn and slump against the wall, sliding down to sit besides Jimmy. "So I wasn't seeing clearly."

Your hand trembles as you bring it to your face, nails digging into your skin.

"She has no reason to lie," you whispered shakily.

You lurch forwards, feeling burning in your chest as nausea hits you like an asteroid. "Anya..." you groan, your free hand gripping your shirt to pull it away from your chest as you feel it tightening. "I'm so fucking sorry... I should've protected you."

Raking your hand across your face, you focus on the pain as apologies continue to spill from your lips. It's what's stopping you from tearing apart at the seams. You want to make him hurt, to make him feel what you feel right now.

But it didn't matter.

Not anymore.

Your mouth waters as you try to calm your breathing and stop yourself from puking, but it barely helps. Your steady breathing quickly deteriorates to quick and shallow ones as every place he's touched you begins to burn.

Those kisses you remembered so fondly open up like wounds, festering with an itch that makes you wanna scratch your skin bloody. A sob tears through your throat before you compose yourself. You wipe at your face as you turn to Jimmy, expecting him to finally speak.

But he doesn't.

He couldn't.

Not with that hole in his forehead.

You lean your head against his shoulder, staring at the handgun you dropped earlier. Even if you wanted to, you only had the one bullet.

It wouldn't be long before the others come to investigate the gunshot. You didn't really know how they'd react, but you're certain Curly would forgive you...eventually. He was just like you, a big fucking pushover. At least with Jimmy gone he'd listen to you.

You feel as Jimmy finally falls over, his cold body lying limply on the colder floor. You reach out to touch him only to stop a few inches away. Retracting your hand, you let your head fall back against the wall. As you stare at the ceiling, numb to the sound of footsteps, you let out a long sigh.

"What do I do now?"

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

[echoingkarma]

CW: Overdose, death, murder, SA references etc. It's Mouthwashing

Anya doesn't quite know what's happening. She remembers the way the pills felt in her fingers, and then in her throat. She remembers the hard swallow, trying not to gag, and the tears.

And then she remembers floating. Seeing herself, still on the floor, blood staining her face and dripping down to tint her uniform a deep crimson. She remembers seeing Curly, hearing the faintest of whimpers and turning to follow his gaze past her form and out the door.

She'd watched the axe swing alongside him.

Anya covers her mouth and gasps. There's a trail of blood leading out of the room, and she reluctantly follows it, staring down at Daisuke's body as he lays there. Swansea drapes something over his head and stands, and she watches his expression change and change again, countless emotions flying past.

Jimmy stalks out of the room and she instinctively steps out of his way, although he ignores her entirely, walking straight through her arm as she ducks to the side and holds her breath.

Anya doesn't want to follow him. She doesn't want to know his intentions, realising slowly what's happening as Swansea picks up the axe again and Curly groans and twists on his bed.

She looks, then. She sees Jimmy opening the case, setting the code scanner down to replace it with the gun she'd hidden. She watches as he checks it's loaded and slowly turns to Swansea, something wild in his expression as though he's not in the room at all.

There's a fight she shies away from, unable to help, unable to process anything as, ultimately, Swansea loses and is tied to a chair by the dinner table. Jimmy levels the gun at him, not content in slowly letting Swansea bleed out in the same way he'd been willing to let Daisuke.

She listens to Swansea's final speech, and the gunshot that ends it all. Her body is picked up and she shudders as the lot of them are moved to the table. Jimmy places Curly on it, removing part of his leg and forcing it down his throat, and she wants to be sick.

And then the entire ship seems to lurch, and she gasps for air as the lights flicker on and off around her.

When she sits up, she's in the medical room. Curly shakes her shoulder, and she blinks up at him, mouth dropping open as she fights to process how he's standing in front of her again, clean and handsome and not at all bloodied, with a polite look of concern on his face.

"You fell asleep at the desk, Anya? How hard are you studying?" he asks with a polite chuckle, voice low and quiet. It must be late.

Her brain and emotions fight a war she isn't ready for, and Anya feels herself tear up. She goes to wipe it away, and it feels like her entire body shudders and jolts two paces to the left as the tiredness and aches settle back in.

Her stomach feels weird.

She remembers this day. It was soon after Jimmy...

Anya bites her tongue.

She'd told Curly, then. It was the first time she'd admitted it, half asleep, exhausted, and scared out of her mind. He'd come into the medical room after she'd worked herself into a panic and fallen asleep sometime after, body too worn to keep going.

Now, she looks at him, and he looks as kind and welcoming as ever. And she wonders how much of that is real and how much of it he's crafted.

Curly was a good man, but he wasn't a great one. He had his own fears to contend with, and they got in the way of things, she'd realised somewhere along the line. She remembers going to get the gun, then. Taking matters into her own hands.

There's nothing to stop her doing that now.

"Curly... You know the medical cabinet by the bay windows? I need to check what supplies we have in there for one of these..." and she holds up a form about something or other, tucking it away before he can actually read it. "Can I borrow the code scanner and go check? I'll bring it straight back."

"Shouldn't you go sleep?" Curly asks, sitting on the corner of the desk. He looks like he's going to reach out to her, but when Anya flinches he stops and seems to truly look at her for a moment before his gaze passes over her and away to the wall.

He was good at pretending not to notice the obvious.

"I promise I will after I get this done. I just... Want to make sure we really have everything, just in case."

Curly nods to himself, not one to take much convincing. He considers it for a few moments and then passes the scanner to her, holding the index finger of his other hand to his mouth.

"Don't tell anyone," he mutters, tone lightheartedly secretive. "Especially Jimmy. I just know he'd kick up a fuss if he found out I let someone else borrow this when he hasn't gotten to yet."

Anya smiles and wraps her fingers securely around the scanner.

"I won't. Promise."

And she stands, eyes the lock on the medical room, and leaves. She's almost glad she hadn't locked the door that night.

It takes a few days to build the nerve for it all, but she watches Jimmy's decline, and this time she actually sees it. She tells Swansea, too, one day in the cockpit.

He's quiet, almost contemplative as he listens to her, and she watches him ball his hands into fists before he tucks them away out of her sight.

When she reaches the conclusion she's come to, the new ending she's going to build, trying not to wince at him when her eyes trace over the spaces she expects to find bullet holes, Swansea just nods.

"It's your choice," is what he settles on ultimately. "Ain't ever had much liking for the two of them. Just don't do it in front of the kid."

Anya nods, and all in a rush, she steps forward and throws her arms around his neck. Swansea gives little more protest than a small groan before he pats her twice on the back, keeping his hands high and his touch gentle.

"I'm on your side girl. If anything comes of this, I'll be with you," he mumbles, frowning through his words as though he himself isn't quite sure of it, although Anya knows the look in his eyes.

He's set his mind on something. Nothing can deter Swansea now.

It's the next day, and she wonders about trying to tell Curly again, but she sits on the sofa and stares up at that one dead pixel and puts her hand in her pocket.

This is it.

She sees Jimmy go into the cockpit, and she follows behind him a little after. He turns when she enters, frowning as if he's reminding her he doesn't think she belongs here.

Anya smiles.

She thinks maybe she hasn't in a while. Not properly, and god, never really at this monster of a man in front of her.

His worst moments made him.

She takes the gun and levels it at his forehead, and hears Curly call from down the corridor. There's a scuffle, and she knows Swansea is trying to keep him away.

Anya locks the door.

She doesn't really have any final words for Jimmy, watching his confidence rot away under the threat she points at him so resolutely. There's no changing the outcome. Only one of them will be leaving this room alive.

She aims close to his temple, where his own shot had landed last time.

Anya doesn't try to reason with Curly, but she does explain. Her voice is level as she talks through the door, and he tries once to explain it all away as being a nightmare she shouldn't have acted on, he would've taken responsibility, he would've dealt with it.

She scoffs, and she hears Curly go still on the other side of the door.

"But you never have," she says. And then, "I told you."

And so she tells him.

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, smut, masturbation

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 16 Part 18

Part 17

We got back to Liam's a couple of hours later. I felt exhausted by the time we got back. Finding the right shoes had been a nightmare. I have wide feet and struggled to find something I didn't feel like I was spilling out of.

In a surreal moment, I had found myself debating on whether I should get the Blahnik's or Louboutin's. The prices were unreal, and considering the most expensive shoes I had before those were my Dr Marten's Made in England 1460s, I was out of my depth.

This shop assistant in the shoe department was amazing. He said to go for the Louboutin's because "every woman should have at least one pair in her collection." He made me laugh and was helpful, so despite my misgivings on spending even more on the shoes than the dress, I got them.

The bag had been an easy purchase after that. I got a silver glitter Jimmie Choo clutch. It was half the shoes' price and felt like a bargain.

I hung my dress up, put my shoes and bag in Liam's dressing room and went downstairs to eat lunch with Liam.

"Thank you so much for today. I feel a bit better about the whole thing now that I know what I'm going to wear. One less thing to worry about," I said after we had eaten and packed up. I put my arms around Liam's neck and kissed him.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You looked so beautiful in that dress." He kissed me back. "Do you want me to get Ryan to organise an alteration?"

I scoffed, "No, he's probably got enough to do taking care of your shit." I winked. "I can do that tomorrow. I'll also get Jen to do my hair and makeup."

"Riza's wife?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, she does hair and makeup for weddings and formals, so she knows what she's doing."

"Tell her to bring Riza when she comes here, and I can meet them both."

"I'm getting ready here?"

"Yeah, I thought you would. Otherwise, you'll have to get from your place to here all dressed up. And you'll have Perrin with you."

He had a point. "Ok, so next week I'm staying at your place from Thursday until Sunday? Then going to David's and what? Will you stay at mine on Sunday night? Then you come back here on Monday?" Oh, this was complicated.

"Yeah," Liam said like it was no big deal. When you live half your life out of a suitcase, things like that aren't a big deal. Liam looked at his watch. "When do you have to leave?"

"I've got to be at Dave's in a few hours."

"That's just enough time."

"For what?" I asked.

The only warning I got was Liam's bloody twitchy lip. My eyes went wide, and he hoisted over his shoulder again. "For me to have my way with you."

He ran up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom with me giggling at his feat of strength and fitness. I was let down gently on my feet.

I expected Liam to rush me, but he didn't. He brushed my hair from my face as he looked at me with a gentle smile. He seemed so sweet and open that I couldn't help but smile back. I held his hand to my cheek, relishing its warmth, then kissed his palm.

Liam expelled a breath with a short laugh, and his smile grew larger. "I got you another present," he said. "I was going to give it to you on Thursday, but," he rubbed my earlobe, "I can't wait."

"You're very impatient."

Liam nodded. "Wait here." He went to his dressing room and returned with a small jewellery box. Real small. Ring sized small.

I took a step back. I felt cold, sick and my guts churned. Surely, he wasn't that stupid.

Liam looked at me, confused. "Lana, are you ok? You've gone white." I didn't look at him. All I could look at was that little black box. I shook my head.

Liam followed my gaze and must have finally realised why I was looking so sick because he chuckled and said, "it's not what it looks like, Lana." I looked at him, and his eyes twinkled in amusement.

I felt the colour return to my face and covered my face in my hands. "Thank God." I felt a little sheepish.

Still grinning, Liam pulled his hands away from my face and said, "one day, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it will be. Today, however, it's earrings." He opened the box, and inside were two perfect white pearls below a black onyx and diamond setting. They were beautiful. "I know you were joking when you said you needed matching earrings." He shrugged, "I couldn't help myself."

"You got these today? When?"

"I have a confession." Liam's smile was mischievous. "I didn't have to buy a shirt."

I shook my head at Liam, grinning, "you cheeky bastard." I got on my toes and kissed Liam on the cheek. "Thank-you. They are beautiful."

"Will you wear them now?" I nodded and started to take my earrings out. "Let me," Liam said.

Sweeping my hair away from my ear, Liam took my small gold hoops out and put his gift in my ears. He smiled a brilliant smile, revealing just a hint of his teeth. "Perfect," he said, leaning down to kiss me all too briefly. "Go look in the mirror, tell me what you think."

I looked in the mirror in the dressing room, and they were perfect. I played with the earrings. They had such a beautiful yet simple elegance to the design. I felt silly wearing them in my jeans and Joy Division t-shirt.

Going back to Liam, I hugged him again. "Thank-you." I looked into his eyes, so blue and open, and I felt my own tearing up. "You've made me feel special today."

I don't know why I cried. I just knew I felt a warmth in my body, my stomach quivered, and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I was confused by my feelings. They made me ache, they made me scared, but I also felt happy and safe.

Liam cupped my face with his hands. "Lana, you make me feel that way every day." Using his thumbs, he wiped my tears away.

My next words took us both by surprise. "Make love to me, please?" I didn't mean to say it. The words just fell out as I was swept up in the moment. But it was what I wanted. I wanted to feel love from him, have him hold me again like he had yesterday morning, have him break through my defences, help me tear them down. But more important than what I wanted was what I wanted to give. I wanted to hold him, kiss and caress him, show him how I felt about him.

Liam's face took on a series of changes, moving rapidly from one to another. First, his eyes widened, then he smiled, then his eyes hooded. Finally, he nodded and licked his lips. He leaned down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Tenderly, he kissed me, each kiss feathery and light. The ache between my legs was sudden and intense. I kissed him back, matching his mood.

I held Liams head while I got on my toes and kissed his neck. He let out a short groan as I trailed my kisses to his throat. He threw his head back, exposing his whole neck. His hand went to my head, holding me to him. I kissed under his jaw, and his stubble felt sharp on my lips and tongue. I moved down his throat, over his Adam's apple and into the shallow hollow at the base of his neck. Liam ran his fingers through my hair as I went.

I put my hands under his shirt and lifted it, pulling it off with Liam's help. His bare chest made my breath catch, and I reached out to touch him, pausing just short as I had the first night I met him. I smiled at the memory and looked at Liam as I let my fingers sink into his furry chest, his curly hair enveloping them as they did. For a moment, I just let myself feel his warmth through my fingers.

Sliding my arms around his waist, I kissed Liam's shoulder. I felt Liam's hands on my hips, but he let me kiss at his chest as I liked, not hindering me at all, not hurrying me, letting me take my time, allowing me to take control. I travelled across his chest with my hands, mouth and tongue, heat spreading throughout my body as I went. Liam's breath was shallow and rapid as I kissed him. I savoured his smell, texture and taste, hoping to hold onto this moment until I saw him again.

Wanting to feel Liam's skin against my own, I took my shirt and bra off. I embraced Liam as he slid his arms around me, his hands feeling their way up my back. I put a hand to his head and lead his lips to mine. I kissed him slowly, leisurely, enjoying his soft lips while I licked and sucked.

I brought my hips close to Liam's, and we both gasped as we touched.

"Lana," Liam pleaded, rolling his hips into mine, his movements slow and deliberate. "Please, Lana. I need you."

Kissing Liam again, I reached for his pants, undoing his belt. He grabbed for mine, and we undressed each other. Our kisses continued, neither of us wanting to break away. Liam kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants. I tried to take mine off, but bloody skinny jeans and Doc's are not easy to kick off.

Liam chuckled when he saw my difficulties. My face warmed. He kissed me as he put his hands under my bottom and lifted me, carrying me the few steps to his bed and sat me on the edge. He got down on his knees and undid my laces, and took my boots and socks off. He pulled my pants and underwear off. To complete the replay of our first night, he held my ankles in his hands before he ran his fingers up my legs, making my skin break out in gooseflesh and my spine shiver.

Smiling at my response, Liam covered his body with mine, and I wrapped my legs around him. Slipping an arm under my waist, he lifted me off the bed and moved me up until my head lay on the pillows. Liam held his weight above me, his powerful arms out outstretched next to my head. He looked so beautiful above me, muscles taut, skin lightly tanned, his face sincere and genuine.

Liam let his body rest on mine, his arms sliding around my shoulders. He let some of his weight onto me, asking, "I'm not too heavy, am I?" I shook my head and nuzzled into his shoulder, sliding my hands under his arms to pull him closer.

Liam made a slight noise of discomfort and rearranged himself before holding me again. I moved my hips and felt myself effortlessly slide against him. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his sex rub against my folds and my point of pleasure. Flares of heat came with each passing, and my mouth sought him, needing his lips, his tongue like I needed air. He kissed me back, and I felt the same need from him, the same desire, the same hunger.

Moving his hips, Liam positioned himself to enter me. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes searching for confirmation. I nodded, and he watched my face as he slowly entered me, stretching me, filling me.

It felt like I was whole for the first time in years.

Holding himself still, Liam asked, "are you ok?". Not trusting my voice, I nodded. It didn't help, and the tears came anyway. Liam went to pull out, but I held him with my legs, locking my ankles together.

"Please, don't." My voice was a whisper. Putting a hand to his cheek, I kissed him, my lips firm and my tongue needy. He kissed me back a moment but then stopped and looked at me again.

"But you're crying." He said.

"I'm happy, you idiot," I said softly, smiling at him through my tears.

Liam let out a short laugh. He kissed me again and said, "me too, Lana." He held me tight against him.

We moved with each other, our bodies rocking slowly together. We sometimes kissed, we sometimes just closed our eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Mostly we looked at each other, small smiles on our lips.

"I'm close, Lana," Liam whispered to me.

I smiled at him and nodded. His gentle thrusts became harder now, and I looked into his eyes, watching his expressions change until he called my name, and I felt him release into me.

He let his head fall into the crook of my neck, his deep breaths tickling me. I stroked his hair and caressed his back. We stayed like that, holding each other. It seemed neither of us wanted this moment to end.

I felt Liam's whole weight fall on me as I heard soft snores start in my ear. I chuckled to myself, the poor guy was all tuckered out. I looked over at the bedside clock. I had a bit more time before having to leave, so I stayed holding him until his breaths where long and he had fallen deep into sleep.

I waited until the last possible second before I wriggled out from under Liam and went to have a quick shower. Liam had let me out from under him in his sleep and rolled over. I didn't want to wake him, so I showered upstairs instead of in his ensuite.

I dressed quietly, got my stuff together, went over to Liam, and kissed him on his forehead. He had hummed and tried to grab hold of me in his sleep, but I stepped away, and he relaxed back into sleep.

On the way out, I patted Cole and said goodbye. Cole, being a gentleman, walked me to the garage.

Perrin was happy to see me when I got to Dave's. He dawdled over to me and gave me some licks. It seemed like the kids had worn him out.

The kids weren't tired, though, and begged me to play on the trampoline with them. I rolled my eyes and said to Perrin, "I feel your pain."

Dave, the smart-arse, said to the kids, "I think your Aunty Lana had a big weekend, guys." Smirking, he continued, "she's probably had a lot of exercise."

"You're a dickhead." I said back to him.

The kids giggled their heads off, laughing that "Aunty Lany said a bad word!" I made my eyes go wide and smacked myself on the hand. They laughed and went to play, pulling Perrin along with him.

I said hi to Lucy, who was grinning like a crazy woman but trying hard not to. I laughed at her, blushing furiously. "Stop it," I told her. She just shook her head.

"Come on! Why didn't you tell us? Is he as nice in real life as he seems? Oh God, is he as hot? What's he like?" Lucy gushed.

"Oi," Dave said to her. "Ease up." Lucy just laughed and brushed him off.

"Yeah, he is as nice, really sweet. Funny, exciting and yes, very hot." We giggled.

"Awww," Lucy sighed. "Lana, I'm happy for you. I didn't even know you were dating again."

"Well, yeah, I only started a few months ago. Liam's the only one I had any real interest in."

"How'd you meet him?" Lucy asked. Dave nodded, also wanting to know.

I told them about the Will/Liam thing. They didn't seem to think it was as big a deal as I had thought, but I guess they weren't the ones who went through it. I told them a bit about what happened when we meet, how we had spent the last two weekends together. I left out all the gory details. I also told them about the plan for this week, the premiere, and asking Liam if he wanted to spend Easter Sunday with us.

Lucy squealed and jumped up and down. Dave rolled his eyes at her and agreed it would be good to meet him.

"You know Mum will be there, right?" Dave said.

"Yeah, I know." I scoffed. "Maybe Liam will be the guy to meet her expectations finally."

Dave laughed at that, "Yeah, well, he's got money, so she should be happy about that. He's not a CEO, though, so you still might be in trouble." He was probably right.

My phone rang then, and it was Liam. I must have had a massive smile on my face because Lucy made an "ooooh" noise at me. I hushed her and went outside.

"Hey," I said, my voice was already breathy.

"Hi, Sweetheart," Liam sounded a bit groggy.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Hmm, yes. Sorry. You should have woken me up. I didn't get to say goodbye." He sounded like he was pouting.

"Yeah, I know. But you just looked so sweet laying there, snoring like a chainsaw."

"I do not snore like a chainsaw." He paused, "do I?"

I laughed, "No. You do snore, but it's pretty soft."

He laughed. Then he asked, "are you at your brother's house?"

"Yeah."

"I will let you get back to it then. Call me later tonight?"

"Yeah, I will." I paused, building up the courage to say what I wanted to say, but Liam beat me to it.

"Thank you, Lana."

"For what?"

"For forgiving my bullshit and for pushing you. For letting me get close to you. For letting me be with you. For trying to fit into my world when I know it scares you. For being you. For everything."

For once, I didn't feel like I had to make a joke or change the subject. But I also didn't know what to say. "Thank-you." It was all I had.

"Call me tonight, Sweetheart?" Liam asked again.

I agreed, then hung up.

After dinner, Perrin and I went home. I didn't feel like staying later. The kids were disappointed, but I was tired. I knew it would be a big week, and I wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.

I called Riza on the way home, and we talked a bit about the weekend. She told me a bit about her work and her arsehole boss. I asked her if I could speak to Jen for a minute.

"Sure, but why?"

"Well," I said dramatically. "I'm going to a premiere on Thursday evening, and I need someone to do my hair and make-up."

"Jen, get over here!" Riza yelled, and her voice was so loud through my car speakers that Perrin barked.

"Christ, Riz."

She laughed and said, sorry. Before she handed me to Jen, she said, "Thanks Lana, she will be so happy."

"Why will I be happy?" Jen asked. I told her, and she was quiet a minute. "Really, Lana?"

"Yeah, who else would I get to do it?"

"Can I put it on Instagram? Like a picture of you two all ready?"

I knew she would ask that. She did it for most of her clients. "Yeah, but don't mention anything about it before then. Just after I'm ready, you can put a picture up. I don't know if Liam will want to be mentioned or have a picture, but I'm happy for you to ask him."

"Oh, Lana, thank you! This could boost my business."

"I know, that's why I'm ok with it. I mean, there's going to be photos out there of me anyway, so I hope it will help you get some more work."

Jen and I talked about what I was wearing and how I wanted my hair. I told her I had no idea, so she got all excited and said she knew exactly what to do. Before I hung up, I gave Jen the address and time and told her Liam asked if Riza could come because he wanted to meet her.

"Wow, Lana. You guys are serious, huh?"

"Yeah, Jen, I think we are." We hung up not long after that.

Later that night, I called Liam, and I told him I'd sorted Jen to come over and told Dave he would come for Easter.

He seemed pleased, and we talked a bit about Riza and Jen before I told Liam I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about being at school tomorrow and seeing the parents. Then I started thinking about Thursday and what Myra and the others would think of me. What it would be like to do that walk down the red carpet. I know a lot of the press will just want photos of Liam, so I'll have to stand there looking like an idiot while he poses. But worse will be when I have to stand with him. I could just imagine pictures of us, Liam looking dashing and me looking like a deer in headlights.

I started Googling how to pose on the red carpeting even got out of bed and tried a few before feeling like a total dag and getting back into bed. I wanted to back out. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't believe I had said yes to it. But I remembered Liam's face when I said I would go, and I knew that's why I had said yes.

I thought about how sweet Liam had been to me all day, how beautiful he had made me feel,  how he had tried to make the whole thing easier, how he had kissed me and held me. How he had whispered my name as we made love.

I felt the heat between my legs grow. I tossed and turned a bit, trying to make it go away. I felt hot, so I took my pyjamas off. I tossed and turned some more. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't.

I went to my draw and got out my rabbit-style vibrator. I touched myself, and I was ready for it. I closed my eyes as I slipped it inside. I thought about Liam as I did. He was thicker than my slim vibrator but just as long. I positioned its ear against my clit and put it to the setting and speed I liked.

I held it there. I thought of Liam's gravelly voice in my ear and could almost feel his breath on my neck. I let my free hand wander over my body, remembering watching as Liam touched me. I thought of how he looked at me sometimes with a small smile, his eyes dancing with amusement as his lip twitched.

As I got closer to the edge, I thought about earlier that day, the way he held me, how gentle and tender he was. I remembered how it felt as I kissed his chest and his hairs tickled my nose. I remembered his smell, earthy and masculine, like the bush after it rained. I fell over the edge when I remembered how he had called my name as he orgasmed, my own rippling through me in waves as his voice rang in my ears.

Not long after that, I finally fell asleep.

Part 18

[let-me-write-shit]

Like We Used To: 1

A/N : Okay, so this is my first story after taking an almost ten year hiatus. Bare with me while I get the hang of things. Feel free to message me with input. Hope you enjoy so far. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHAPTER ONE

This day could have gone a lot worse. Granted, it’s only 11 AM. All week the weather forecast called for rainstorms, but so far there was not a single cloud in the sky. In fact, it’s warmer than it should be for a late Friday, September morning. ‘Lucky,’ Elizabeth thought, straightening out her long, blush dress in the mirror. Rain doesn’t dry well on silk. 

She looked at her three friends, Celeste, Daisy, and Heather, in the reflection of the mirror as they put on their bridesmaids dresses, and smiled. She always knew this day would come, and leading up to it felt like an eternity. But now that it’s here she felt like time had slipped away from her.  Elizabeth had been best friends with Kate Barnes since they were twelve years old, and met Lewis, Matt, and Celeste two years later. It was painfully obvious that Kate and Lewis loved each other, yet it still took them a whole two years to start officially dating. They were pros at taking it slow. Now, nearly twelve years later, the two were finally getting married. 

Elizabeth admired her best friends’ relationship with each other. There was never any doubt or uncertainty between them. Lewis was it for her; always was. They were perfect for each other. And the couple’s ability to hold onto friendships with ease seemed like a super power. Half of the wedding party and guests were grade school friends. Okay, Kate’s sister, Heather, doesn’t count. Elizabeth recalled old memories of long nights spent with the (almost) newlyweds, Celeste, Jimmy, Matt, and Harry. 

Her heart skipped a beat, almost as if she scared herself. She hadn’t meant to remind herself of Harry Styles. They met him at the same time as the others, but he had long since left their friend group. He was famous now, after all. Elizabeth would occasionally find herself thinking of Harry. It was hard not to when you heard him on the radio or saw him on the internet at least twice a week. Most of their teenage years were spent together before graduation when his fame really kicked off. Still, she found herself wondering if he even remembered that she had existed. They lost touch pretty quickly, which always struck a nerve with Elizabeth. How can you go from seeing someone almost daily, to no contact at all, so easily? The last few months of high school felt surreal. Lewis was the only one whom Harry seldom kept in contact with, and even that began to dwindle. Losing a major part of your friend group so abruptly almost felt like a family member had died; it was just off. At least, that is, until their group had met Daisy, Edward, and Owen in college. 

The seven friends considered themselves family. Their college friends were aware of the ‘Lost Boy’, as they liked to refer to Harry as. Seeing their old pictures together amused the bunch. But if they were being honest, everyone made it a point to not mention Harry when reveling in old times. It was apparent amongst the group that Elizabeth still bore a sort of resentment towards their old famous friend for the way he left. Understandably. However, there was some speculation of a relationship between Elizabeth and the Lost Boy that teetered over the line of ‘more than friends’. Of course there was friendly flirting amongst the friends, but what horny teenager didn’t?

“Need help with that?” Heather whispered, slipping Elizabeth’s diamond bracelet out of her fingers and clasping it around her wrist.

“Thanks,” Elizabeth breathed, snapping out of it and turning, motioning towards the room, “Can you believe it? It’s finally happening.”

Heather nodded, “I know. Seems like yesterday you, Celeste, and Kate were stealing my tampons and asking me advice about boys. Now you’re all grown up and my baby sister is getting married. When did that happen?”

“I must have been sleeping,” a small hiccup escaped as she tried to hold back her emotions.

Heather squeezed Elizabeth’s arm and gave an understanding smile before saying, “I just got word from the boys that the house is all ready for our arrival tonight. So once the guests leave we’ll tidy up and meet Kate, Lewis, and the boys there.”

“Perfect.”

Leave it to Kate and Lewis to make a big event into an even bigger event; they decided to show their appreciation to the wedding party by throwing a weekend long celebration of their nuptials by renting out a ten bedroom manor in the countryside close to the venue so they can all party together before the newlyweds leave on their honeymoon on Monday. 

“Okay, ladies!” Mrs. Barnes, Kate’s mother, sang. “Are we ready to see the bride in her dress?”

The room filled with various forms of yelps as Heather, Elizabeth, Celeste, and Daisy gathered together. Joyce, Heather’s five year old daughter, put her basket of flowers down and ran over to her grandmother, tugging at her dress and asking. “Is Aunt Kate coming in now?” 

The photographer got into position. When the crystal doorknob started turning the camera shutter started and the girls gasped and awed when Kate glided into the room. Her off-the-shoulder satin gown hugged her small figure perfectly while her blonde hair curled into a loose bun, with little strands of hair framing her face. She spun for them, smiling and laughing. Elizabeth bounced on the heels of her feet, clasping her hands together and bringing them to her mouth, taking everything in as Kate hugged everyone.

“Awe, Lizzy!” Kate pouted through her smile, wiping a stray tear from Elizabeth’s cheek. Only her grade school friends called her Lizzy. “Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your mascara.”

Elizabeth managed to chuckle through a sniffle and hugged her best friend, “You look beautiful, love.”

Kate squeezed back and breathed “Thank you.” After a minute the two pulled apart and Kate looked Elizabeth up and down with a smirk, “and you look absolutely stunning! If I wasn’t a taken woman I’d ravish you up!” Kate flicked the low hanging cowl in the neckline of Elizabeth’s silk, blush pink, figure forming dress. Even Elizabeth had to admit, this dress was quite sexy.

Elizabeth snorted as Celeste, Daisy, and Heather danced over with extra glasses of mimosas and called for last minute touch-ups before they headed downstairs to the limos that waited to take them to the wedding venue.

The venue was breathtaking, and luckily for the bride, could be held outside, in the back gardens of an old manor. When the limo pulled up the soft sound of violins could be heard as guests finished getting to their seats and the wedding planner got on the walky-talky to inform of their arrival and to have the men make their way down the aisle.

“You ready?” Elizabeth squeezed Kate’s hand as they all made their way in through the manor. The top of the guests’ heads were barely visible from where they stood as they were seated so far down the lawn in the garden. 

Kate looked at Elizabeth, nervously, and took a deep breath, “No turning back now, eh, Lizzy?”

Elizabeth grinned and pecked Kate’s cheek before Kate’s dad joined them and took his daughter into his arms. The tune of the violins changed signaling the start of the processional and the wedding planner motions for Daisy to start making her way out. Elizabeth’s nerves grew as Celeste followed shortly after.

She tousled her mousy brown loose curls once more, gripped on tightly to her bouquet with her clammy hands, and took a deep breath as the wedding planner motioned her forward. As soon as Elizabeth stepped outside onto the cobblestone she heard the shutter from the cameras and forced a smile, looking all the way down the lawn at the rows of guests. She spotted a few people that she knew and loosened up. Elizabeth felt the crunch below her heels as the cobblestone turned to a white gravel. Lewis wrung his fingers together, anxiously, and tugged at his navy blue suit. She couldn’t help but smile wider, remembering that her two best friends were getting married to each other. When Elizabeth and Lewis caught eyes she winked at him and nodded, reassuringly, which seemed to make him ease up a bit. Jimmy, or JJ they liked to call him, Lewis’ best man, seemed to notice the exchange and patted Lewis on the back before grinning at Elizabeth.

She looked amongst the guests as she slowly made her way up the aisle, smiling at people she knew and whispering ‘hey’ as she passed. She looked to her right, a few rows up, noticing one of Kate’s cousins, when a gleam from a ring caught her eye. The owner was spinning the one of many rings around his finger, almost nervously, but when she looked up at his face there was no sign of nerves. In fact, he seemed to be quite delighted. He dressed in mainly black, which seemed odd for the occasion, but he somehow managed to make it look lively with his curly brown hair and soft green eyes. They caught eyes with each other. The left side of his lips curled upwards into a lopsided grin and he blinked, nodding at her in recognition, and, was that…...eagerness?

Elizabeth felt her throat tense up and she was almost certain that her expression was anything but appealing as her attention shot forward, avoiding his gaze. Harry Styles was here. Why the hell didn’t anyone warn her?

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[specialagentlokitty]

Spencer x reader - Look alike

I've had this idea in my mind for a few days: Spencer Reid dating a fellow BAU profiler, but then he cheats on her (though Spencer would never). Then reader finds out, at the same time she realizes shes pregnant. And when she tries to tell Spencer, he tells her they are through. So reader accepts a job offer from NCIS and has the baby (doesn't tell Spencer). Then they get a case they have to work with the BAU, which is the first time Spencer sees reader again after she left the BAU. - Anon

A/N: Spencer wouldn’t cheat so I went with an argument ❤️

Tears burning your eyes, you slammed the door to Spencer’s apartment closed as ran down the stairs, running down the street without a second thought.

For the last two hours you two had been arguing about him not opening up and talking about his feelings and how he kept shutting you out, but he’d tell JJ everything.

You loved her, but you were meant to be his girlfriend and you wishes he would talk to you.

With a heavy sigh, you stopped a cab and headed back to your place, simply throwing yourself onto the couch as you cried for a bit an hour, sniffling and sitting up when your email tone went.

Groaning, you sat up and snatched your phone from the table, you opened up your emails, then started to read and froze, heart beating wildly in your chest.

From, Leon Vance

Subject: Job offer

Hello (Y/N),

I’d like to introduce myself as the director for NCIS, I’ve heard many good things about you from not only the director of the FBI but from others as well.

I have reached out to your until leader and unit chief, both have agreed this could be an excellent opportunity.

I am in need of someone with your skills to join my best team, lead by Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Should you be interested or have any questions please do not hesitate to get in touch, we can help you moving and getting you a place in the city should you accept.

Thank you for your time

Director Leon Vance

Tapping the table a few times, you rested your hand on your stomach and nodded your head to yourself.

“It’s time for a new start...” you whispered.

You went ahead and accepted the offer, asking Hotch and Erin to keep it a secret from everyone, you left while they were all on a case.

Just over 3 years later, you wore a big grin on your face as you held the little boy in your arms while you walked through the office.

“Aw guys! (Y/N) brought Zeek in!” Abby gushed rushing over.

Laughing, you handed Zeek over to your best friend and shook your head as you walked over to Gibbs who offered you a small smile.

Zeek looked so much like his father, with his scruffy curly brown hair and bright brown eyes.

“He’s really growing.”

“He is, thanks for helping me raise him, all of you.”

Gibbs, McGee, Tony, Ziva, Abby, Ducky and Jimmy all smiled at you before they went to show he boy some love.

Sitting at Gibbs desk, you laughed quietly and begun to scroll through your phone as you waited, only lifting your gaze when someone cleared their throat.

“Leon.” Gibbs said.

“Gibbs, this is the BAU, they’re here to help you with your next case.”

Standing up, you padded around them and glanced at each person, eyes lingering on a certain scruffy haired Doctor before movin on.

“(Y/N)?” JJ asked in disbelief.

“Hi...” you smiled awkwardly.

Instantly Garcia crushed you in a hug followed by everyone else but Spencer and Hotch. While Hotch shook your hand, Spencer gawked at you.

“Right, little Zeek can come with me, with all of you working on this case it shouldn’t take long.”

You all nodded and instantly jumped into work, and just like Vance said it didn’t take long, a few days and it was solved, now you were all lounging around again, but you were early waiting for vance was coming in with Zeek after watching him while you worked on the case.

“Can we talk?” Spencer asked quietly.

“Fine, but we do it here.” You grumbled.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I know I should have opened up to you, just like you had with me, but I was scared you were going to leave me if you found out about everything...”

Sighing you rolled your eyes and shook your head at him.

“For a genius you really are stupid Spencer.”

Standing up, you walked over and kissed his cheek.

“I wouldn’t do that, I’m sorry I left without telling you anything.”

Everyone watched silently, Spencer opened his mouth but closed it again when Vance cleared his throat, spinning around you grinned, running over you swept Zeek up and kissed his head.

“I missed you baby.” You said gently.

“Missed mama too!” Zeek giggled.

Smiling, you mouthed a thank you to Vance, and turned to Spencer carefully walking over, you took the time to see how they really did look alike.

“Spence... this is Zeek... your Uhm.. your son...”

There was a pin drop silence and Spencer glanced between you both with disbelief in his eyes.

“He’s.. he’s mine...?”

Nodding, you held Zeek out for Spencer to take.

Though he was unsure at first, Spencer took Zeek and a big smile took over his face as he begun to ramble about genetics and such. The sight made you smile, maybe things would work out afterall

[sweet-lil-psycho]

Tupperware Party - Jimmy Darling Oneshot - AHS

Summary : The Tupperware parties in Jupiter, Florida are unlike any other town. The special guest isn't well liked, but he sure knows how to put a smile on their faces...for a price. But even he deserves warmth and kindness like everyone else. (Based on a request by @slightlyvicked )

Word Count : 1325

Authors Note : Planning to write a part 2 to this which will be nsfw. Part 2 will be linked when it is posted. Pm me if you want to be tagged in part 2. (Also I can't add a 'read more' because I'm posting this by phone since my computer is currently not set up. Will fix it asap.)

No one would suspect what goes on in the quiet suburban streets of small towns. Behind the white picket fences and closed doors. All small towns had their secrets, and Jupiter, Florida was no exception.

Being aware of this, you were still caught by surprise when you found yourself being dragged to a Tupperware party.

Samantha had practically begged you to come since she didn't want to show up alone and you had begrudgingly agreed. You assumed that it would be a boring event, considering your disinterest in Tupperware. Having no idea that at a Tupperware party, Tupperware was the furthest thing from anyones mind.

Upon arrival, you discovered that a Tupperware party was not at all what it seemed. The small, plastic containers were a front for a more indecent affair. Though, admittedly, you found yourself far more interested now than you had been when Tupperware was the focus of the event.

Down the hallway of the unsuspecting little suburban home was a young man waiting in the spare bedroom. According to the gossiping women, he was a traveller who had come into town from the campgrounds of the freakshow.

"Deformed by the devil himself." one woman said

The more you listened, the more your interest turned to disgust as you heard all the women speaking such terrible things about the person they were paying to pleasure them.

"If my husband ever found out that that freak had touched me, he would cut of his hands!" Another woman exclaimed dramatically

By the time it was your turn to disappear down the hallway, you were absolutely fed up with listening to such cruel things. The voice faded away and as you closed the door behind you, they were just barely audible.

"Another newbie, hey? Word really does spread fast in these small towns." A charming voice spoke aloud, though you had no doubt he was speaking to himself.

Casting your eyes upon him for the first time, you were entirely speechless. The curtains were drawn, but the warm light of the ceiling fixture illuminated the handsome figure who was leaning against the wall.

He had curly hair which looked golden in the amber light. His dark eyes were fixed upon you and they made your insides squirm. A ghost of a smile hung upon his lips, which was framed by cute, round cheeks.

His arms were crossed over his chest, hiding the mutated appendages that the women had gossiped about. His shirt was faded and well-worn, mostly unbuttoned to reveal the white undershirt underneath.

He was a picture of male beauty. Looking like the kind of boy you meet at church or a farmers market and he takes you on picnics and brings you wildflowers. The kind of boy who comes to dinner with your parents and shakes your fathers hand. The kind of boy who caresses your cheek and kisses you softly under the stars. The kind of boy who...

You bit your lip to stop whatever exclaimation would otherwise have slipped out at the thoughts you were beginning to have. Averting your eyes to the decorative hanging on the far wall.

"Nervous, are we, doll?" He asked, walking closer, "No need to be shy. Just lie down on the bed."

He unfolded his arms and your eyes flickered over his hands. The very hands which brought women so much pleasure, and yet seperated him from the rest of common society.

Beyond the room, one of the woman spoke especially loudly. Saying that the young man was nothing more than a freak and he was lucky that they had found a use for him.

In front of you, the young man grimaced. His hand tightening into something that resembled a fist and then loosening with composure.

"How can you bare to hear them say such terrible things?" You asked him suddenly, hardly believing that had somehow had the courage to ask

He seemed stunned that you had spoken to him at first, but he wasn't shy in answering

"I've been hearing it my whole life. People treat us like we aren't human just because we are different. Only difference here is that at least I'm getting paid." He answered honestly

"...That's terrible," You said softly, at a loss for words, "Of course you're human."

In a moment of boldness, you stepped forward and placed your hands over his. He immediately tensed, but relaxed when you offered him a small smile.

"I'm Y/N, by the way" you introduced

"Jimmy...Jimmy Darling." He offered his own name back

"Jimmy Darling..." The name rolled around your mouth sweetly, feeling good to say aloud, "It is nice to meet you."

He was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes glancing down at your hands over his own, and then back into your face

"You know..." he started quietly, "You're the first woman here to call me by my name."

His words invoked a deep sadness within you. Something almost like pity weighed your chest, but you would not mention it. After all, no one liked to be pitied.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to call you by it often." You said,

His attention was drawn again to your hands, which were still over his. Your thumb absently caressing his skin.

"Jimmy..." you hummed the quietly, causing him to look up again at you with his dark eyes.

You brought a hand up and placed it delicately on his cheek. Worrying for a moment that he might draw back from you, but he didn't.

"Jimmy..." you whispered again, unable to finish whatever sentace was halfway assembled in your mind

He didn't seem to mind though. The gentle whisper of his name seemed to wash over him and touch something deep within him.

He leaned ever so gently into your touch, craving it like a cat craves affection after being forgotten outside for a winters night.

You lead him over to the bed and he startled for a moment. The dreamy look dissipating from his eyes. He coughed to clear his throat glancing away for a moment

"Lie back on the bed and I'll take care of the rest." he said in the same charming voice he had spoken in when you first arrived

It was impersonal and rehearsed. Probably something he said to all the women who came into this back room.

For a moment you were confused, but then realized your movement toward the bed had reminded him what he and you were in this room for in the first place.

"Would you lie with me?" You asked him, "Jimmy?"

Once again you caught him off guard and he stared at you for a moment in astoundment. The wheels of thought churning in his mind as he considered his answer carefully.

While you waited, you sat on the plush mattress. It dipped underneath your weight and you tapped the spot beside you, beckoning him to join you.

After a moment longer of hesitation, he joined you. Kicking his shoes off and letting the mattress dip underneath his newly added weight. The movement thrust you closer to him and you laughed softly, assuring him that it was okay.

Once you were both situated on the bed, you beckoned him into you. Just as the previous step, this took some convincing, but he eventually gave in. The result was a very nervous Jimmy curled into your side with his hand delicately resting on your stomach

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asked

"Absolutely. Now came here, sweetie" you hummed, cuddling closer into him

You couldn't convice yourself that this was just for him. It was too perfect. Jimmy's warm body pressed against your dress, the rough fabric of his denim jeans resting against your bare legs.

You wished that you were somewhere else. Anywhere but that small guest bedroom where a dozen women waited impatiently for their own time with Jimmy. You wanted him all to yourself.

[thattvspumpsguy-blog]

Chris and Denny Part 1

           “Mommy, do we have to visit Uncle Jimmy?” Christopher asks, pouting. His voice drops to a whisper. “He scares me.” The sun beats down hot on the empty parking lot. Christopher’s mother leans against her red Gremlin. She smokes and looks up at the prison building where her brother is kept. James is the black sheep, which is saying something in a family like hers. The square, gray prison is the kind of place that you don’t want to bring your child to. The yard is surrounded by a tall fence and thick barbed wire. The only color in the prison is the orange of jumpsuits. Sometimes she really pities her kid. He comes from a family of coke heads, pot heads and boozehounds. Hell, she had a kid at sixteen.

        She exhales a long, thin trail of smoke into the cloudless, West Virginia sky. Christopher watches it as it spirals upward into the blue, spreads and dissipates. She puts her cigarette out on the heel of her red pumps. “Yep, we have to.” Confidentially, she doesn’t want to visit her brother, either. She lowers her sunglasses over her eyes and advances toward the prison. Christopher stands by the car, clutching his white, blue-shirted bear. She turns to him. “You coming?” He shakes his head no. She puts her hand on her hips, raises her sunglasses to her forehead and snaps her fingers. “Christopher Michael Morgan. You come here this instant.” He sighs and walks to her side. He drags his teddy bear on the ground and sticks his thumb in his mouth. She pulls it out. “Don’t do that! I can’t afford braces.” They walk, hand in tiny hand, across the searing, endless black top.

        When they get to the front gate they are admitted in by guards in grey jumpsuits. They glare at Christopher as he walks past. Clearly, they know his uncle. When Christopher glares right back, his mother cannot help but smile. Chris is so strong. Smart, too. All of his teachers tell her so. She wishes she could afford to send him to a better school. They walk through all sorts of security procedures until they reach the general cells. A lump forms in Christopher’s mother’s throat. This is the part she dreads the most. She holds his hand tighter. She pushes open the heavy metal door that leads from the air-conditioned lobby to the cells. As she hears it lock behind her, the overwhelming heat hits her in waves. The cells are stacked fifty high and a million wide. As they start across the walkway, the catcalls begin.

        “Hello Gorgeous!”

        “What you doing in a place like this honey?”

        “You want some? I got some, right here!”

        Some of the more disgusting filth aim their calls at Christopher.

        “Hey kid, want some candy?”

        “You want to see something cool?”

        “Son, come on over here so I can see that bear of yours.”

        Christopher’s mother’s fear dissolves into anger. These men, the slime of the earth, are shouting at her son. She picks up to a run. These men are pimps and thieves; child rapists and murderers. In her opinion, they are worse than her brother. Though as soon as she thinks it, she knows it is a lie. The calls get louder and louder as they pass more and more cells. They get more disgusting and lewd as well. More calls are screamed at Chris. Finally, they get to the thick doors of maximum security. She swings open the door and exhales, not realizing that she had been holding her breath. Cool air conditioning blasts through and steams as it hits the congested summer air. She passes through the door and forces a smile. She smiles down at Christopher only to see that he is crying. “Christopher, honey, are you alright?”

        “Mommy, I don’t want to see those men again. We’ve gotta pass ‘em when we leave and I don’t wanna!” He starts to bawl. Christopher’s mother chokes back her own tears and picks him up, even though he is seven. She hugs him tightly and wishes that she could make it all go away. She wishes she could take away all his pain and suffering. She pets his curly blonde hair and rubs his bony back.

“Be strong Chris. We’ve only gotta do it once more and then we can leave.” He swings his bear up and clutches it close to his chest. She walks up to the door of her brother’s cell. “Christopher, I gotta set you down now, they have to check us, okay?” Christopher nods. A guard checks them and, after taking Chris’ bear, slowly opens the door. Christopher gulps. His mother gulps. Jimmy smiles.

“Hello Chrissie.” He whispers. “How are things?”

Christopher hides behind his mother’s legs. “Jimmy. How are things with you? How’s prison? Makes it hard to kill anyone, doesn’t it?” She longs to pull out a cigarette and light it.

Jimmy grins, “Your resentment is delightful, sister dearest. I am doing well. The prison, though staffed by incompetents, is well. And as for killing people, well,” He bends down and grins at Christopher. “I just haven’t found anyone worth killing.” Christopher squeals and clutches his mother’s legs. Almost as a footnote, he adds, “How’s Denny?”

“Fine. Little bastard’s just fine. Your wife is a saint to that bastard.”

“Yeah? That’s good.” He bends over. “How’ve you been, Chrissie?” He smiles at Chris in that way that only Jimmy can. Chris grabs his mother’s legs tighter.

“Jimmy, you asshole! He’s gonna have nightmares now! You know that? He had just started sleeping through the night last month and he’s seven. Seven! You know that they laugh at him in school? Kids make fun of him because of his crazy uncle. Earlier this year Chris came home with a black eye. I asked the teacher to help and you know what she said? ‘Kids will be kids.’ That’s what she said, word for word. ‘Kids will be kids.’ I could see the contempt in her eyes. She may as well have said ‘That’s what he gets for having a crazy uncle.’ No one sticks up for him there. No one looks out for him! And that’s to say nothing of your kid, getting broken bones from kids on the playground. You know it happens to me? A few days ago at work, a customer asked for a different waitress. When I asked her why she said ‘I just don’t want you influencing my children.’ As though I could influence her fucking children!” Her fingers twitch for a cigarette and her fists clench and unclench.

“That could just be how you dress.” Jimmy mutters, looking at her low cut top and tight jeans.

“Shut the fuck up Jimmy!” She shouts, tears blurring her vision. “Just shut up!” She wipes off her nose and stops crying. There is a pause where it feels as though the weight of the world is on her shoulders. “You know I applied for a scholarship? For Chris. I wanted some more money, so I could afford to send him to a good school. I sent out applications to all the schools in the area. The next day I got letters back saying that they denied my request. They made up some bullshit stories about academic ineligibility and one fucker even said that I made too much money. You’re the real reason that he can’t get into a good school. You’re the real reason he gets bullied. You are the goddamn reason that my seven year old son wets the bed!”

Jimmy stands up from his stool in his cell. Christopher and his mother instinctively step back. “Sis, do you see this?” He grabs his beard. “It wasn’t here last time, was it? I’m not allowed to shave anymore. I killed a guard with a plastic razor and now I have a beard. Look at the floor, sis.” She looks down; the floor of his cell is covered in stains of every color. “I gave a concussion to a guard using a tray. They didn’t like that. They throw my meals on the floor of my cage. I have to literally lick up water off of the floor to survive.” He points to the stool. “This is the only piece of furniture in my cage and even that is bolted to the floor. They take it away when you’re not here. They treat me like an animal. They put me in their tightest cell because they’re scared of me. I’ve killed hundreds of people and you’re mad at me because your kid wets the bed?” Christopher’s mother steps back. She is scared; Christopher sees it and becomes enraged.

Christopher walks up to the glass in front of his mother. “Leave her alone.” His voice is cold and hard as a child’s can be. With his southern drawl, it sounds like he is playing Clint Eastwood.

Jimmy puts his hands to the glass and crouches to his nephew’s level. “What did you say to me?” Christopher stays silent. “What the fuck did you say to me, you little brat?”

“I said leave my mom ALONE!” Christopher punctuates his sentence with a punch to the glass. Jimmy falls back. His eyes go wide for a minute, but suddenly he starts laughing. He laughs and laughs until tears stream down his face.

“What’s so funny?” Chris’ mother snarls.

“Sis, you’re raising a little Jimmy! Hoo-boy!” Jimmy is holding his sides now. “Ha-HA! Don’t that beat all! You got a little psycho on your hands! He’ll grow up to be a peach! Lil’ Jimmy! Mini-me!” His laughter is high and infectious. Christopher grins, but immediately stops when he realizes that he doesn’t get the joke. His mother grabs his arm and drags him out of the cell.

“You’re sick Jimmy!” There are tears in her eyes as she spits at him and runs from the cell. He continues laughing and his laughter fills the whole cell block, the whole prison until she gets in her red Gremlin and drives away.