her name was magil, and she called herself lil, but everyone knew her as nancy
I AM BACK FROM AMERICA.
I'm incredibly jetlagged and a bit of a mess mentally but I HAVE THE INTERNET BACK. *clings* To celebrate, and because I feel like I haven't posted a fic in forever, here's seventeen unfinished stories I have on my computer. Seventeen. You guys, that's ridiculous. Some of these I'll never finish, but hopefully I'll get some posted soon.
The ratings vary but go up pretty high, just a warning. And like...some of these ideas are really freakin' weird. Just another warning.
You know what's weirder, though? Being inspired by Rocky Raccoon to write Nick Jonas/Caleb Followill/Lily Aldridge (that'd be Caleb's girlfriend) COWBOY AU. Where Caleb is the sheriff and Nick is this handsome mysterious young man who just rides into town and takes Caleb's girl. And there are fights and alcohol and tough barmaid!Lily and repressed gay feelings and eventual threesomes. BISEXUAL COWBOYS!!!
...MY BRAIN IS BROKEN. I feel like in the near future, people are gonna be talking about me and say stuff like "Yeah, she used to be pretty sane and write decent fic, but then she discovered Kings of Leon and COMPLETELY LOST IT." I'm sorry, you guys.
But anyway.
KINGS OF LEON AND DISNEY
A Nathan/Caleb fic which is probably going to take me a year to complete, and also probably be like four parts. It's ridiculously in-depth and I'm devoting SO MUCH THOUGHT to it. This bit's after they've had sex for the first time, Caleb's 18 and Nathan is 21.
Nathan strokes feverishly at the deep, purplish marks on his brother's hips as though he can erase them with the pads of his thumbs. Caleb's breathing is harsh and ragged like it's being torn painfully from his lungs. The sweat coating Nathan's body quickly turns cold as Caleb draws off him, collapsing on the bed like all the bones are gone from his body. He looks ruined. He crawls into a sitting position, winces hard.
Nathan's body is frozen stiff. "Are-" he says, and his voice sounds foreign to his own ears. "Are you okay?"
Caleb's glassy-eyed and staring. The skin of his chest is flushed a raw red and streaked with sweat and Nathan can see the heavy pounding of his heart beneath the surface. His lower lip is plump and scabbing where his teeth tore the skin. Naked, his come a wet whitish mess smeared over his stomach, he's looking at his brother like a man who just found Jesus.
"I'm good," he rasps, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crumbles the dry blood at his lip. "I'm so fucking good, Nate."
His hair is plastered to his forehead and Nathan reaches out, smoothes it aside without even thinking. The backs of his knuckles brush Caleb's temple, bare shoulder, and the tenderness of the gesture makes him feel suddenly ill when Caleb curls into the touch like some force is pulling him ever closer.
Without warning, then, Caleb lunges for the door. Down the hall Nathan can hear him retching into the toilet bowl, and he imagines his wrecked body hunched over the porcelain and heaving up. He stares blankly at the bed, sees that the sheets are wet where Caleb was sitting, and his body feels almost numb from the shock of it all.
Ha. I wrote this while I was in the US, and never got any further with it, but I really want to. It's Jared/Demi (as in Followill and Lovato), and it's gonna be angry!sex eventually but I got distracted by a) the cuteness of them living together, and b) the cuteness of Demi and Caleb snarking at each other IDEK.
She slams the door behind her, yells that she's home over the din of Crystal Castles playing at ear-splitting volume. She yells again, throat aching already from all the talking she's had to do today, and the music quietens just a little at the same time as the dogs come racing down the hall, Bella and Chopper pawing at her knees and barking. She heads into the living room where about ten people are gathered, lounging on the sofas with beers and bongs.
Jared stands by the speakers and just kind of raises his eyebrows at her in greeting, tilts his bottle towards her. Caleb, girlfriend draped across his lap, tilts his head back and grins. "Home from school?"
"Day of promotion," Demi retorts. "Six interviews. Asshole," she adds, flicking him on the forehead.
"Oh, my mistake," he drawls sarcastically, reaching for a bottle from the coffee table. "Would the hard-working Disney star care for a beer?"
Demi lets her handbag slide onto the floor, takes the beer and the bottle opener Lily offers, and goes over to Jared.
"Hey," he says, takes a swig of his beer.
"Hey?" she echoes, cracks open her own.
He raises his eyebrows at her again, moody. "Hey," he says again, pointedly.
She dumps the bottle opener on the glass lid of the record player with a clatter, then lifts herself up, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him, open-mouthed and hard, ignoring the wolf-whistles from his friends like they're in the fucking ninth grade. And she's supposed to be the immature one.
This is probably going to be posted pretty soon. Jessie Baylin/Lily Aldridge. Yeah, that's...Nathan's fiancée and Caleb's girlfriend. I LIKE WRITING PRETTY GIRLS KISSING. And it's sort of going to be Nathan and Caleb's weird relationship from the girls' perspective, too.
"Tired of being Auntie Jessie?" she calls out from her spot in the shade, laying on a rickety sun lounger in her blue-and-white striped bikini, one of Caleb's plaid shirts over her shoulders.
"I'm not even an aunt to those guys," Jessie says, looking back behind her at the kids playing in the creek. "What am I, like, a soon-to-be second cousin in law?"
"At least you're a soon-to-be," tuts Lily. Tries to make it sound flippant and fails. Fusses with the towel spread out beneath her.
"Oh, come on," sighs Jessie, a beat too late. She pulls her hair back from her face; the light catches her damp blonde waves glintingly as she pulls an elastic tie from her wrist with her teeth.
"What?" Lily laughs, like it's no big deal. She sits up straighter to pull the towel down where it's folded, and Caleb's shirt falls from her shoulders. "He's never gonna propose."
Joe/Nick running away fic which I'm going to co-write with expastic!
Nick's quiet as he heads calmly for the bathroom, grabs both of their toothbrushes from the holder, gathers up some other stuff from around the sink. Joe watches, standing in the middle of the hotel room, as Nick thrusts everything into the correct suitcases.
"I want to go," he says, voice steady and quiet.
Joe looks at him.
"I want," says Nick again, takes a deep breath, "to go."
And Joe nods, once, quick and sharp. He goes to Nick, cups his face with trembling hands as Nick's eyes fix on his, unwavering.
"Are you sure?"
Nick doesn't have to reply, the look in his eyes says it all. Joe's fingers slide up, back, through Nick's curls, and he brings Nick's face forwards, their foreheads touching.
Joe/Nick, didn't really know where this one was going.
"I don't want to talk," Nick says, his voice hoarse from singing as he pulls away and flops down on his bed.
He doesn't want to talk because he wants to be able to handle this, doesn't want it to get him down, and if he starts talking-even just to Joe-about how tired he's feeling and how difficult things are getting, the diabetes will win. It's not the most well-formed feeling, but he's thirteen and scared and just trying to do the very best he can, for himself and for everybody else around him. It's what he's been taught to do.
"That's okay," says Joe, shutting the door and then standing there beside the bed, arms crossed over his skinny bare chest.
"You don't need to hear that I'm okay?" Nick replies, a little wryly through his own exhaustion, rolling over onto his side to look at his brother.
"No," Joe rolls his eyes, standing there a moment longer before decisively coming forward, settling down beside Nick on the bed and pulling him close.
Nick would resist, tell Joe to go back to his own room, because as much as he understands that Joe's just being protective, he doesn't like how smothering his older brother's been lately. But he's so tired he can hardly move or speak and so he just lets Joe curl around him and nuzzle into his shoulder.
Nick's already starting to drift off to sleep when Joe whispers, "No, I need to feel that you are," so quiet, breath hot against his ear.
You probably don't wanna know what this is. *sigh* thepodsquad and I are writing Disney kids/Kings of Leon orgy!fic. It's Joe/Nick/Demi/Selena/Nathan/Caleb/Jared. At this point, Joe's stoned, and Selena's just thrown her drink on Demi.
Jared watches with his eyes kind of popping out of their sockets as the older Jonas starts scrabbling with Lovato's buttons, his fingers kind of fidgeting uselessly with them and crumpling the wet fabric. He feels like this is the point where most people, normal people, would be screeching the brakes, saying maybe it's time these kids got back to their own hotel rooms and tucked in for a good night's sleep. But like-they're undressing each other, and Jared kind of can't take his eyes off them.
"Woah, Disney kids," he hears himself say, but they don't even react.
Joe's got the shirt undone now and he's pulling it off her, and he's doing it like-well, like he's never pulled a girl's shirt off before. And Jared realises then that he probably hasn't, and man, he's nineteen years old, it's fucking tragic. Joe reaches behind Lovato's back, clumsily fumbling with her bra, and shit, it'd almost be cute if it weren't so fucking ridiculous. Lovato doesn't seem to be putting up a fight anymore, just giggling at Joe's incompetance. Her tanned skin is still kind of wet, slick with Selena's drink, smooth and shining, the thin fabric of her stripey bra clinging to her tits.
The Jonas is blushing a little, color high in his cheeks, and Gomez pulls back from his little brother, crawling over to Demi kind of huffy and impatient as she snaps the clasp, so fast she might even have beaten Jared's record. And, well. That just makes him wonder if the best friends buy the same underwear or if Selena's actually practised at undressing girls.
"Lovatooo," Jared drawls, tilting his beer to the girl before taking a swig, "nice tits."
It's kind of the only thing going through his head right now so it seems fair to say it. Selena's scrunching the bra into a ball and tossing it over her shoulder and she glances at him when he speaks.
"Yeah," she says, a slight smirk on her lips, "I know."
Demi/Selena...it's going to be some kind of light bondage thing with Selena taking charge. IF I EVER GET AROUND TO IT.
Neither of them backing down, and both of them too exhausted to discuss it much further, they end up sleeping totally naked. It's more comfortable, it turns out, and it's fun in the morning when Selena rolls over and curls herself up against the body in bed beside her, wrapping her arms around Demi and finding her fingers touching warm and soft bare skin. Waking slowly, she smiles, remembering the night before, and presses a kiss to Demi's neck, her thumb brushing gently against a nipple.
When Selena's Mom-out late last night but very much back now-knocks on the door, it gets a little less comfortable, and they have to throw their pajamas on at lightning speed in order to cover their tracks.
Luckily the morning goes without suspicion, despite the two of them pulling on each other's tank-tops in their hurry.
"It'd be easier if next time you just do what I say," Demi says, choosing to keep Selena's top on as she pulls on her own sweatpants.
Her tone is definitely just teasing but Selena doesn't respond. She thinks she might have a plan.
SKINS
This was going to be Effy/Emily/Katie, but literally this is all I've got.
Effy raises her eyebrows, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Fucked up," she says around the smoke she breathes out.
Katie's instantly defensive, of course, snapping, "Please. Like you're such a saint." She crosses her arms. "It's not like I'm going to fucking knock her up, is it? We're just fooling around, we've been doing it for ages."
Tony/Effy/Freddie, for the kink meme probably?
"So you've kissed her, yeah?" Tony asks, those bright blue eyes on him again. Freddie's starting to feel a bit tipsy-no, drunk-as the room blurs a little around the edges and all he can focus on is Tony's face.
"Y-yeah," he says.
"Just the once, though, yeah?"
Freddie starts to wonder just how much Effy's told him. "Yeah," he says again.
"Can't judge much from a first kiss, can you?" Tony says conversationally, ever casual, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "There's always all that build-up. Expectation, anticipation. People make such a big deal out of it but in my opinion, the second kiss is always better. Right, Eff?"
She just shrugs, one-shouldered, passive.
"Why don't you find out?" Tony asks.
Effy teaching Emily how to go down on girls, again for the kink meme.
Emily's not sure why it occurred to her in the first place to go to Effy with this problem, it's just-well, they've all had a few too many strong cocktails at this party, and then the two of them have ended up together in some guy's Mum's bedroom, and it just seems like a good idea. It's been nagging at her brain for weeks now anyway and actually, who better to ask for advice than Effy, someone Emily assumes has had quite a lot of sex in her lifetime.
So she stammers her way through her worries, trying to ignore the way she blushes hotly and the way Effy's lips curl in amusement as Emily explains how she's only done it two and a half times and it always goes okay but really, she has no clue what she's doing. And then Effy nods, casually uncrossing her legs, and says "Do you make her come?"
Oh my god, this is the Cook/Freddie that got epically long and then just STOPPED OUT OF NOWHERE. Which I'm so mad about. I really, really want to finish this one but I've just drifted away from Skins lately.
His face is still throbbing painfully. Freddie doesn't answer. He glances round to look at him, and then before he knows what's happening he's being pushed down onto the ground, Freddie straddling him, a hot heavy weight at his hips. He's half-wrestling him, clutching at his shoulders and his waist, fingers briefly grabbing at his throat. Cook can tell he's on something-has always been able to tell when Freddie's on something, interpret the extra twitches and shudders of his body, and he knows this time it's a hallucinogen, acid or shrooms, maybe.
He doesn't fight back, just lies there, feeling the crunch and shift of the leaves beneath him, waiting for the injury, his whole body thrumming with impatience. Freddie's lips are pressed tightly together, his eyes fierce, his fingers grabbing and snatching but never doing any harm.
"Would you fucking hit me, you-"
His words are cut off by Freddie's lips being smashed against his own, open and dry, panting into his mouth. It's hard and sudden and painful, feeling like a bruise, and he can taste his own blood and something foul on Freddie's breath. Freddie goes still, a dead weight, and then grips Cook's shoulders so tightly it hurts like hell and thrusts his tongue into his mouth. Cook's whole body tenses and jerks and Freddie snaps back and hauls himself off him. Cook only catches a glimpse of his face-lit eerily grey by the moonlight, a smear of Cook's blood and his own spit across his left cheek-and then he's vanishing, his silhouette merging with those of the surrounding trees as Cook lies stunned and sore in the mud.
NARNIA RPF
The next part of the Will/Skandar/Anna fic! The basic idea is that it's Skandar, Georgie and Ben's leaving party for Dawn Treader. And TILDA BEING AWESOME.
"You don't want to say goodbye to these people," says Tilda quietly, calmly. "You want to say goodbye to Will, and to Anna, and that's okay."
Skandar looks down at his lap because her eyes are too intense, and he looks at her long pale hands holding his. They slip away and he watches as she gently strokes Anna's cheek, then Will's, and he watches them smile embarrassedly and colour a little.
"If you want to go, I'll cover for you."
Skandar's heart sort of swells and he feels stupid.
"We can't just ditch everyone," says Will, and Skandar hears the way he hesitates on the 'everyone', clearly only really thinking of Georgie.
It's always the four of them, even with Ben now it's always been okay for them to break off from him because he's older and newer. But Georgie-well, they can't just leave her, all three of them vanishing with no explanation.
Tilda smiles again. She tilts her head. "If you're worried about the little one, I think she'll be okay," she says.
They all crane their necks to peer around the corner, and, through the crowd, they can see Georgie sitting at the side. For a moment it looks like she's alone but then they see Will Poulter standing up, offering her his hand as a song starts up-one Skandar knows Georgie loves. He watches as Georgie bursts out laughing and gets to her feet, taking his hand, and he spins her around as they make their way into the middle of the crowd.
"They've been attached at the hip ever since they were introduced," Tilda says with a wicked grin.
HA. UM. This'd be the Lulu/Soumaya/Daisy, Narnia cast sisters!fic for thisissirius.
"It's not like it's all the time, right?" she says, remembering the topic of conversation suddenly. Daisy shakes her head and Soumaya takes a cigarette. "I mean, it's almost never, really, but sometimes there's just those times when everyone's talking about her and it's like," she pauses, sticking the cigarette between her lips and rummaging for her lighter, "shut up, you know?"
She finds the lighter and flicks it with her thumb, sparking the end of her cigarette and then holding it out to Soumaya. Soumaya leans forward, cigarette held inexpertly between her lips, and Lulu lights it for her.
"I know what you mean," says Daisy, "it's always about them, isn't it? And, like you say, it's kind of selfish to feel that way but...it's just how it is." She sighs. "I can't remember the last time someone asked me or Ben how our studies are going or anything, it's all about Will and what he's planning to do now that he's done with Narnia."
"Right?" Lulu exclaims. She makes a noise of frustration, kicking at the grass. "My Mum acts like my music's such a silly thing to be spending my time on, when she always supported Anna's acting. Ugh. It's so unfair."
"Your music?" asks Soumaya, giving her a sideways glance as she takes a drag of her cigarette.
"Yeah, I sing, play the guitar, it's not a big thing," Lulu says, feeling a bit embarrassed at the way Soumaya's looking at her so intently. "I haven't done any gigs or anything. I have a Myspace page..." she trails off.
"That's really cool," Soumaya grins. "You write your own songs?" Lulu nods. "I'd love to hear one some time."
"Shut up," Lulu rolls her eyes.
"I mean it!"
"Oh yeah, are you going to ask Daisy how her studies are going and mean that, too?" Lulu teases. She stops abruptly, wanting to change the subject. "How about here?" she asks, gesturing to the patch of grass around them.
This SEEMS like simple, cute, Georgie/Will P. established relationship fic. And it kind of is, only it's set like 10 years in the future and it's a follow-on from that orgy fic I wrote. Which I may never finish, because it's too hard to make believable. But...this bit is really cute and it makes me want to write GENUINE Georgie/Will P.
"I am like, the sweatiest thing that ever sweated," says Georgie, making a face. "I'm taking a bath." Will grins as she yanks off the shirt and heads towards the bathroom. "With a book. And candles. And maybe even that rose-scented bubble bath your Mum gave me for Christmas."
"Wow," grins Will. "That's a pretty serious bath."
"Uh huh," Georgie nods, leaning against the bathroom door, her body naked, thin and gangly-pale skin, small breasts, long legs. "I will be in here for at least forty-five minutes."
"Forty-five minutes? I could make a whole fry-up in forty-five minutes," Will grins.
"Don't kid yourself, Poulter," Georgie smirks back at him, "it takes you at least an hour to do a fry-up. And that's only assuming you don't break eggs all over the kitchen floor or explode the baked beans in the microwave."
Will laughs, and leans in, kissing her long and slow. "Right you are, Henley," he murmurs against her lips.
"Actually," she grins, "that rose stuff is disgusting. Will your Mum be horribly offended if I chuck it out?"
Will pulls back, shaking his head. "Not at all," he says. "She hasn't used a single page of that notepaper you gave her two years ago."
Georgie scowls and he kisses her again, on her pouting lips. He goes back to the bedroom, still smiling to himself. "I'll make the bacon extra crispy!" he calls as she shuts the bathroom door.
"You'd better!" she yells back.
Started writing this at Christmas, never got anywhere with it, probably never will! Just Will/Skandar fluff.
"Can I just remind you," says Skandar, as Will belts out Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer at a volume loud enough to wake the dead, "that it's not actually Christmas yet?"
"They never let poor Rudolph," Will replies, grinning and cheerful and very, very out-of-tune, "join in any reindeer games..."
"Also," Skandar continues, raising his voice above the din as Will continues singing, "we both still live with our parents, until you get off your arse and move to London, so I don't know where you're planning on having this party-"
"RUDOLPH WITH YOUR NOSE SO BRIGHT," Will practically bellows, drowning out the rest of Skandar's sentence, "WON'T YOU GUIDE MY SLEIGH TONIGHT?"
Skandar crosses his arms and sighs, deciding to wait it out. An old woman on the other side of the road shoots them both a rather alarmed look, and Skandar smiles and waves at her apologetically. This only causes her to become more worried about their sanity, and she hurries off out of sight.
"Will," Skandar says loudly, as Will starts listing reindeer names, which Skandar's pretty sure aren't even in the song. "You're scaring old ladies, stop."
"Prancer," Will sing-songs.
"Plonker," Skandar mutters.
Anna/Soumaya. Was also going to involve Skandar/Lulu and then eventually Skandar/Anna, because they were fucking each other's sisters to distract themselves from their feelings for each other. OR SOMETHING.
Soumaya's similarities to her brother are really quite hard to ignore. Even when she's got her head between your legs. Her dark eyes glint wickedly up at Anna from between her thighs and Anna bites her lip. Hard.
"Oh dear," she says to herself, clutching at a handful of Soumaya's hair and arching her back. "Oh-oh dear."
Soumaya stops.
"Interesting word choice," she says wryly, which would maybe be okay, if she didn't quirk her eyebrow like that at the end of the sentence. Tingles go through Anna's entire body. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes," says Anna weakly, still holding onto Soumaya's head, her fingers tangled in dark, shiny waves. "Yes. Please."
Soumaya grins, that cheeky, mischievous, I-know-just-what-you-want grin, and goes back to what she was doing, and Jesus fuck, she's good at it. Anna squirms on the Keynes' sofa.
I HATE THAT I CANNOT FORM THIS INTO A FIC. It's Ben-in-Twilight!fic, possibly Will/Skandar, and it is so much fun to write, but it has absolutely no structure.
"Thank you, William," says Ben, suddenly swooping over in his cape.
He's taken to calling Will 'William' lately, as a way to deal with the Will Poulter confusion, but that's not the only unusual thing about his sentence. He delivers it in a sort of low, hissing tone, and in some accent that doesn't sound like anything any of them have ever heard before. He settles on the arm of the sofa next to Will P., and takes a large, exaggerated gulp of his wine, wiping the red stain from his lips.
Will P. shuffles closer to Georgie, eyeing Ben worriedly.
"Good move, boy," Ben croaks like he has a bad throat infection. "If I touch you..." he continues, making odd flourishing gestures with one of his hands, "I can hear every thought you've ever had."
Will seems transfixed. "Wow," he says, "that's so good. You're going to be so good."
"Shut up, Will," says Skandar. "Anyway, what were you saying about that play, Anna?"
"I am a member of the Volturi," Ben exclaims suddenly, putting emphasis on random syllables for no apparent reason, "I am the leader!"
"Ben," says Georgie conversationally, "are you wearing make-up?"
"Yeah, a little bit," Ben says, instantly falling out of character and returning to his usual voice as he brushes at his chalk-white cheek with his fingers. "Does it make my skin look onion-like?"
"Onion-like?" Anna echoes.
"Aro's skin is described as looking like that of an onion," Will explains, sounding like some sort of Guide to Twilight, and embarrassing everybody else to an extent previously unknown.
"But they'll do the make-up for you on the film, Ben," Georgie says. "You haven't gone out and bought red contact lenses or anything, have you?"
"Maybe," says Ben mysteriously. "Maybe not. Maybe I'm just waiting for the opportune time to put them in."
There's a brief silence, and Ben glances around, sipping his wine again as everyone continues to look at him somewhat expectantly.
"The play, Anna," Skandar prompts desperately, "you said you got a part in a play."
I'm incredibly jetlagged and a bit of a mess mentally but I HAVE THE INTERNET BACK. *clings* To celebrate, and because I feel like I haven't posted a fic in forever, here's seventeen unfinished stories I have on my computer. Seventeen. You guys, that's ridiculous. Some of these I'll never finish, but hopefully I'll get some posted soon.
The ratings vary but go up pretty high, just a warning. And like...some of these ideas are really freakin' weird. Just another warning.
You know what's weirder, though? Being inspired by Rocky Raccoon to write Nick Jonas/Caleb Followill/Lily Aldridge (that'd be Caleb's girlfriend) COWBOY AU. Where Caleb is the sheriff and Nick is this handsome mysterious young man who just rides into town and takes Caleb's girl. And there are fights and alcohol and tough barmaid!Lily and repressed gay feelings and eventual threesomes. BISEXUAL COWBOYS!!!
...MY BRAIN IS BROKEN. I feel like in the near future, people are gonna be talking about me and say stuff like "Yeah, she used to be pretty sane and write decent fic, but then she discovered Kings of Leon and COMPLETELY LOST IT." I'm sorry, you guys.
But anyway.
KINGS OF LEON AND DISNEY
A Nathan/Caleb fic which is probably going to take me a year to complete, and also probably be like four parts. It's ridiculously in-depth and I'm devoting SO MUCH THOUGHT to it. This bit's after they've had sex for the first time, Caleb's 18 and Nathan is 21.
Nathan strokes feverishly at the deep, purplish marks on his brother's hips as though he can erase them with the pads of his thumbs. Caleb's breathing is harsh and ragged like it's being torn painfully from his lungs. The sweat coating Nathan's body quickly turns cold as Caleb draws off him, collapsing on the bed like all the bones are gone from his body. He looks ruined. He crawls into a sitting position, winces hard.
Nathan's body is frozen stiff. "Are-" he says, and his voice sounds foreign to his own ears. "Are you okay?"
Caleb's glassy-eyed and staring. The skin of his chest is flushed a raw red and streaked with sweat and Nathan can see the heavy pounding of his heart beneath the surface. His lower lip is plump and scabbing where his teeth tore the skin. Naked, his come a wet whitish mess smeared over his stomach, he's looking at his brother like a man who just found Jesus.
"I'm good," he rasps, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crumbles the dry blood at his lip. "I'm so fucking good, Nate."
His hair is plastered to his forehead and Nathan reaches out, smoothes it aside without even thinking. The backs of his knuckles brush Caleb's temple, bare shoulder, and the tenderness of the gesture makes him feel suddenly ill when Caleb curls into the touch like some force is pulling him ever closer.
Without warning, then, Caleb lunges for the door. Down the hall Nathan can hear him retching into the toilet bowl, and he imagines his wrecked body hunched over the porcelain and heaving up. He stares blankly at the bed, sees that the sheets are wet where Caleb was sitting, and his body feels almost numb from the shock of it all.
Ha. I wrote this while I was in the US, and never got any further with it, but I really want to. It's Jared/Demi (as in Followill and Lovato), and it's gonna be angry!sex eventually but I got distracted by a) the cuteness of them living together, and b) the cuteness of Demi and Caleb snarking at each other IDEK.
She slams the door behind her, yells that she's home over the din of Crystal Castles playing at ear-splitting volume. She yells again, throat aching already from all the talking she's had to do today, and the music quietens just a little at the same time as the dogs come racing down the hall, Bella and Chopper pawing at her knees and barking. She heads into the living room where about ten people are gathered, lounging on the sofas with beers and bongs.
Jared stands by the speakers and just kind of raises his eyebrows at her in greeting, tilts his bottle towards her. Caleb, girlfriend draped across his lap, tilts his head back and grins. "Home from school?"
"Day of promotion," Demi retorts. "Six interviews. Asshole," she adds, flicking him on the forehead.
"Oh, my mistake," he drawls sarcastically, reaching for a bottle from the coffee table. "Would the hard-working Disney star care for a beer?"
Demi lets her handbag slide onto the floor, takes the beer and the bottle opener Lily offers, and goes over to Jared.
"Hey," he says, takes a swig of his beer.
"Hey?" she echoes, cracks open her own.
He raises his eyebrows at her again, moody. "Hey," he says again, pointedly.
She dumps the bottle opener on the glass lid of the record player with a clatter, then lifts herself up, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him, open-mouthed and hard, ignoring the wolf-whistles from his friends like they're in the fucking ninth grade. And she's supposed to be the immature one.
This is probably going to be posted pretty soon. Jessie Baylin/Lily Aldridge. Yeah, that's...Nathan's fiancée and Caleb's girlfriend. I LIKE WRITING PRETTY GIRLS KISSING. And it's sort of going to be Nathan and Caleb's weird relationship from the girls' perspective, too.
"Tired of being Auntie Jessie?" she calls out from her spot in the shade, laying on a rickety sun lounger in her blue-and-white striped bikini, one of Caleb's plaid shirts over her shoulders.
"I'm not even an aunt to those guys," Jessie says, looking back behind her at the kids playing in the creek. "What am I, like, a soon-to-be second cousin in law?"
"At least you're a soon-to-be," tuts Lily. Tries to make it sound flippant and fails. Fusses with the towel spread out beneath her.
"Oh, come on," sighs Jessie, a beat too late. She pulls her hair back from her face; the light catches her damp blonde waves glintingly as she pulls an elastic tie from her wrist with her teeth.
"What?" Lily laughs, like it's no big deal. She sits up straighter to pull the towel down where it's folded, and Caleb's shirt falls from her shoulders. "He's never gonna propose."
Joe/Nick running away fic which I'm going to co-write with expastic!
Nick's quiet as he heads calmly for the bathroom, grabs both of their toothbrushes from the holder, gathers up some other stuff from around the sink. Joe watches, standing in the middle of the hotel room, as Nick thrusts everything into the correct suitcases.
"I want to go," he says, voice steady and quiet.
Joe looks at him.
"I want," says Nick again, takes a deep breath, "to go."
And Joe nods, once, quick and sharp. He goes to Nick, cups his face with trembling hands as Nick's eyes fix on his, unwavering.
"Are you sure?"
Nick doesn't have to reply, the look in his eyes says it all. Joe's fingers slide up, back, through Nick's curls, and he brings Nick's face forwards, their foreheads touching.
Joe/Nick, didn't really know where this one was going.
"I don't want to talk," Nick says, his voice hoarse from singing as he pulls away and flops down on his bed.
He doesn't want to talk because he wants to be able to handle this, doesn't want it to get him down, and if he starts talking-even just to Joe-about how tired he's feeling and how difficult things are getting, the diabetes will win. It's not the most well-formed feeling, but he's thirteen and scared and just trying to do the very best he can, for himself and for everybody else around him. It's what he's been taught to do.
"That's okay," says Joe, shutting the door and then standing there beside the bed, arms crossed over his skinny bare chest.
"You don't need to hear that I'm okay?" Nick replies, a little wryly through his own exhaustion, rolling over onto his side to look at his brother.
"No," Joe rolls his eyes, standing there a moment longer before decisively coming forward, settling down beside Nick on the bed and pulling him close.
Nick would resist, tell Joe to go back to his own room, because as much as he understands that Joe's just being protective, he doesn't like how smothering his older brother's been lately. But he's so tired he can hardly move or speak and so he just lets Joe curl around him and nuzzle into his shoulder.
Nick's already starting to drift off to sleep when Joe whispers, "No, I need to feel that you are," so quiet, breath hot against his ear.
You probably don't wanna know what this is. *sigh* thepodsquad and I are writing Disney kids/Kings of Leon orgy!fic. It's Joe/Nick/Demi/Selena/Nathan/Caleb/Jared. At this point, Joe's stoned, and Selena's just thrown her drink on Demi.
Jared watches with his eyes kind of popping out of their sockets as the older Jonas starts scrabbling with Lovato's buttons, his fingers kind of fidgeting uselessly with them and crumpling the wet fabric. He feels like this is the point where most people, normal people, would be screeching the brakes, saying maybe it's time these kids got back to their own hotel rooms and tucked in for a good night's sleep. But like-they're undressing each other, and Jared kind of can't take his eyes off them.
"Woah, Disney kids," he hears himself say, but they don't even react.
Joe's got the shirt undone now and he's pulling it off her, and he's doing it like-well, like he's never pulled a girl's shirt off before. And Jared realises then that he probably hasn't, and man, he's nineteen years old, it's fucking tragic. Joe reaches behind Lovato's back, clumsily fumbling with her bra, and shit, it'd almost be cute if it weren't so fucking ridiculous. Lovato doesn't seem to be putting up a fight anymore, just giggling at Joe's incompetance. Her tanned skin is still kind of wet, slick with Selena's drink, smooth and shining, the thin fabric of her stripey bra clinging to her tits.
The Jonas is blushing a little, color high in his cheeks, and Gomez pulls back from his little brother, crawling over to Demi kind of huffy and impatient as she snaps the clasp, so fast she might even have beaten Jared's record. And, well. That just makes him wonder if the best friends buy the same underwear or if Selena's actually practised at undressing girls.
"Lovatooo," Jared drawls, tilting his beer to the girl before taking a swig, "nice tits."
It's kind of the only thing going through his head right now so it seems fair to say it. Selena's scrunching the bra into a ball and tossing it over her shoulder and she glances at him when he speaks.
"Yeah," she says, a slight smirk on her lips, "I know."
Demi/Selena...it's going to be some kind of light bondage thing with Selena taking charge. IF I EVER GET AROUND TO IT.
Neither of them backing down, and both of them too exhausted to discuss it much further, they end up sleeping totally naked. It's more comfortable, it turns out, and it's fun in the morning when Selena rolls over and curls herself up against the body in bed beside her, wrapping her arms around Demi and finding her fingers touching warm and soft bare skin. Waking slowly, she smiles, remembering the night before, and presses a kiss to Demi's neck, her thumb brushing gently against a nipple.
When Selena's Mom-out late last night but very much back now-knocks on the door, it gets a little less comfortable, and they have to throw their pajamas on at lightning speed in order to cover their tracks.
Luckily the morning goes without suspicion, despite the two of them pulling on each other's tank-tops in their hurry.
"It'd be easier if next time you just do what I say," Demi says, choosing to keep Selena's top on as she pulls on her own sweatpants.
Her tone is definitely just teasing but Selena doesn't respond. She thinks she might have a plan.
SKINS
This was going to be Effy/Emily/Katie, but literally this is all I've got.
Effy raises her eyebrows, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Fucked up," she says around the smoke she breathes out.
Katie's instantly defensive, of course, snapping, "Please. Like you're such a saint." She crosses her arms. "It's not like I'm going to fucking knock her up, is it? We're just fooling around, we've been doing it for ages."
Tony/Effy/Freddie, for the kink meme probably?
"So you've kissed her, yeah?" Tony asks, those bright blue eyes on him again. Freddie's starting to feel a bit tipsy-no, drunk-as the room blurs a little around the edges and all he can focus on is Tony's face.
"Y-yeah," he says.
"Just the once, though, yeah?"
Freddie starts to wonder just how much Effy's told him. "Yeah," he says again.
"Can't judge much from a first kiss, can you?" Tony says conversationally, ever casual, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "There's always all that build-up. Expectation, anticipation. People make such a big deal out of it but in my opinion, the second kiss is always better. Right, Eff?"
She just shrugs, one-shouldered, passive.
"Why don't you find out?" Tony asks.
Effy teaching Emily how to go down on girls, again for the kink meme.
Emily's not sure why it occurred to her in the first place to go to Effy with this problem, it's just-well, they've all had a few too many strong cocktails at this party, and then the two of them have ended up together in some guy's Mum's bedroom, and it just seems like a good idea. It's been nagging at her brain for weeks now anyway and actually, who better to ask for advice than Effy, someone Emily assumes has had quite a lot of sex in her lifetime.
So she stammers her way through her worries, trying to ignore the way she blushes hotly and the way Effy's lips curl in amusement as Emily explains how she's only done it two and a half times and it always goes okay but really, she has no clue what she's doing. And then Effy nods, casually uncrossing her legs, and says "Do you make her come?"
Oh my god, this is the Cook/Freddie that got epically long and then just STOPPED OUT OF NOWHERE. Which I'm so mad about. I really, really want to finish this one but I've just drifted away from Skins lately.
His face is still throbbing painfully. Freddie doesn't answer. He glances round to look at him, and then before he knows what's happening he's being pushed down onto the ground, Freddie straddling him, a hot heavy weight at his hips. He's half-wrestling him, clutching at his shoulders and his waist, fingers briefly grabbing at his throat. Cook can tell he's on something-has always been able to tell when Freddie's on something, interpret the extra twitches and shudders of his body, and he knows this time it's a hallucinogen, acid or shrooms, maybe.
He doesn't fight back, just lies there, feeling the crunch and shift of the leaves beneath him, waiting for the injury, his whole body thrumming with impatience. Freddie's lips are pressed tightly together, his eyes fierce, his fingers grabbing and snatching but never doing any harm.
"Would you fucking hit me, you-"
His words are cut off by Freddie's lips being smashed against his own, open and dry, panting into his mouth. It's hard and sudden and painful, feeling like a bruise, and he can taste his own blood and something foul on Freddie's breath. Freddie goes still, a dead weight, and then grips Cook's shoulders so tightly it hurts like hell and thrusts his tongue into his mouth. Cook's whole body tenses and jerks and Freddie snaps back and hauls himself off him. Cook only catches a glimpse of his face-lit eerily grey by the moonlight, a smear of Cook's blood and his own spit across his left cheek-and then he's vanishing, his silhouette merging with those of the surrounding trees as Cook lies stunned and sore in the mud.
NARNIA RPF
The next part of the Will/Skandar/Anna fic! The basic idea is that it's Skandar, Georgie and Ben's leaving party for Dawn Treader. And TILDA BEING AWESOME.
"You don't want to say goodbye to these people," says Tilda quietly, calmly. "You want to say goodbye to Will, and to Anna, and that's okay."
Skandar looks down at his lap because her eyes are too intense, and he looks at her long pale hands holding his. They slip away and he watches as she gently strokes Anna's cheek, then Will's, and he watches them smile embarrassedly and colour a little.
"If you want to go, I'll cover for you."
Skandar's heart sort of swells and he feels stupid.
"We can't just ditch everyone," says Will, and Skandar hears the way he hesitates on the 'everyone', clearly only really thinking of Georgie.
It's always the four of them, even with Ben now it's always been okay for them to break off from him because he's older and newer. But Georgie-well, they can't just leave her, all three of them vanishing with no explanation.
Tilda smiles again. She tilts her head. "If you're worried about the little one, I think she'll be okay," she says.
They all crane their necks to peer around the corner, and, through the crowd, they can see Georgie sitting at the side. For a moment it looks like she's alone but then they see Will Poulter standing up, offering her his hand as a song starts up-one Skandar knows Georgie loves. He watches as Georgie bursts out laughing and gets to her feet, taking his hand, and he spins her around as they make their way into the middle of the crowd.
"They've been attached at the hip ever since they were introduced," Tilda says with a wicked grin.
HA. UM. This'd be the Lulu/Soumaya/Daisy, Narnia cast sisters!fic for thisissirius.
"It's not like it's all the time, right?" she says, remembering the topic of conversation suddenly. Daisy shakes her head and Soumaya takes a cigarette. "I mean, it's almost never, really, but sometimes there's just those times when everyone's talking about her and it's like," she pauses, sticking the cigarette between her lips and rummaging for her lighter, "shut up, you know?"
She finds the lighter and flicks it with her thumb, sparking the end of her cigarette and then holding it out to Soumaya. Soumaya leans forward, cigarette held inexpertly between her lips, and Lulu lights it for her.
"I know what you mean," says Daisy, "it's always about them, isn't it? And, like you say, it's kind of selfish to feel that way but...it's just how it is." She sighs. "I can't remember the last time someone asked me or Ben how our studies are going or anything, it's all about Will and what he's planning to do now that he's done with Narnia."
"Right?" Lulu exclaims. She makes a noise of frustration, kicking at the grass. "My Mum acts like my music's such a silly thing to be spending my time on, when she always supported Anna's acting. Ugh. It's so unfair."
"Your music?" asks Soumaya, giving her a sideways glance as she takes a drag of her cigarette.
"Yeah, I sing, play the guitar, it's not a big thing," Lulu says, feeling a bit embarrassed at the way Soumaya's looking at her so intently. "I haven't done any gigs or anything. I have a Myspace page..." she trails off.
"That's really cool," Soumaya grins. "You write your own songs?" Lulu nods. "I'd love to hear one some time."
"Shut up," Lulu rolls her eyes.
"I mean it!"
"Oh yeah, are you going to ask Daisy how her studies are going and mean that, too?" Lulu teases. She stops abruptly, wanting to change the subject. "How about here?" she asks, gesturing to the patch of grass around them.
This SEEMS like simple, cute, Georgie/Will P. established relationship fic. And it kind of is, only it's set like 10 years in the future and it's a follow-on from that orgy fic I wrote. Which I may never finish, because it's too hard to make believable. But...this bit is really cute and it makes me want to write GENUINE Georgie/Will P.
"I am like, the sweatiest thing that ever sweated," says Georgie, making a face. "I'm taking a bath." Will grins as she yanks off the shirt and heads towards the bathroom. "With a book. And candles. And maybe even that rose-scented bubble bath your Mum gave me for Christmas."
"Wow," grins Will. "That's a pretty serious bath."
"Uh huh," Georgie nods, leaning against the bathroom door, her body naked, thin and gangly-pale skin, small breasts, long legs. "I will be in here for at least forty-five minutes."
"Forty-five minutes? I could make a whole fry-up in forty-five minutes," Will grins.
"Don't kid yourself, Poulter," Georgie smirks back at him, "it takes you at least an hour to do a fry-up. And that's only assuming you don't break eggs all over the kitchen floor or explode the baked beans in the microwave."
Will laughs, and leans in, kissing her long and slow. "Right you are, Henley," he murmurs against her lips.
"Actually," she grins, "that rose stuff is disgusting. Will your Mum be horribly offended if I chuck it out?"
Will pulls back, shaking his head. "Not at all," he says. "She hasn't used a single page of that notepaper you gave her two years ago."
Georgie scowls and he kisses her again, on her pouting lips. He goes back to the bedroom, still smiling to himself. "I'll make the bacon extra crispy!" he calls as she shuts the bathroom door.
"You'd better!" she yells back.
Started writing this at Christmas, never got anywhere with it, probably never will! Just Will/Skandar fluff.
"Can I just remind you," says Skandar, as Will belts out Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer at a volume loud enough to wake the dead, "that it's not actually Christmas yet?"
"They never let poor Rudolph," Will replies, grinning and cheerful and very, very out-of-tune, "join in any reindeer games..."
"Also," Skandar continues, raising his voice above the din as Will continues singing, "we both still live with our parents, until you get off your arse and move to London, so I don't know where you're planning on having this party-"
"RUDOLPH WITH YOUR NOSE SO BRIGHT," Will practically bellows, drowning out the rest of Skandar's sentence, "WON'T YOU GUIDE MY SLEIGH TONIGHT?"
Skandar crosses his arms and sighs, deciding to wait it out. An old woman on the other side of the road shoots them both a rather alarmed look, and Skandar smiles and waves at her apologetically. This only causes her to become more worried about their sanity, and she hurries off out of sight.
"Will," Skandar says loudly, as Will starts listing reindeer names, which Skandar's pretty sure aren't even in the song. "You're scaring old ladies, stop."
"Prancer," Will sing-songs.
"Plonker," Skandar mutters.
Anna/Soumaya. Was also going to involve Skandar/Lulu and then eventually Skandar/Anna, because they were fucking each other's sisters to distract themselves from their feelings for each other. OR SOMETHING.
Soumaya's similarities to her brother are really quite hard to ignore. Even when she's got her head between your legs. Her dark eyes glint wickedly up at Anna from between her thighs and Anna bites her lip. Hard.
"Oh dear," she says to herself, clutching at a handful of Soumaya's hair and arching her back. "Oh-oh dear."
Soumaya stops.
"Interesting word choice," she says wryly, which would maybe be okay, if she didn't quirk her eyebrow like that at the end of the sentence. Tingles go through Anna's entire body. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes," says Anna weakly, still holding onto Soumaya's head, her fingers tangled in dark, shiny waves. "Yes. Please."
Soumaya grins, that cheeky, mischievous, I-know-just-what-you-want grin, and goes back to what she was doing, and Jesus fuck, she's good at it. Anna squirms on the Keynes' sofa.
I HATE THAT I CANNOT FORM THIS INTO A FIC. It's Ben-in-Twilight!fic, possibly Will/Skandar, and it is so much fun to write, but it has absolutely no structure.
"Thank you, William," says Ben, suddenly swooping over in his cape.
He's taken to calling Will 'William' lately, as a way to deal with the Will Poulter confusion, but that's not the only unusual thing about his sentence. He delivers it in a sort of low, hissing tone, and in some accent that doesn't sound like anything any of them have ever heard before. He settles on the arm of the sofa next to Will P., and takes a large, exaggerated gulp of his wine, wiping the red stain from his lips.
Will P. shuffles closer to Georgie, eyeing Ben worriedly.
"Good move, boy," Ben croaks like he has a bad throat infection. "If I touch you..." he continues, making odd flourishing gestures with one of his hands, "I can hear every thought you've ever had."
Will seems transfixed. "Wow," he says, "that's so good. You're going to be so good."
"Shut up, Will," says Skandar. "Anyway, what were you saying about that play, Anna?"
"I am a member of the Volturi," Ben exclaims suddenly, putting emphasis on random syllables for no apparent reason, "I am the leader!"
"Ben," says Georgie conversationally, "are you wearing make-up?"
"Yeah, a little bit," Ben says, instantly falling out of character and returning to his usual voice as he brushes at his chalk-white cheek with his fingers. "Does it make my skin look onion-like?"
"Onion-like?" Anna echoes.
"Aro's skin is described as looking like that of an onion," Will explains, sounding like some sort of Guide to Twilight, and embarrassing everybody else to an extent previously unknown.
"But they'll do the make-up for you on the film, Ben," Georgie says. "You haven't gone out and bought red contact lenses or anything, have you?"
"Maybe," says Ben mysteriously. "Maybe not. Maybe I'm just waiting for the opportune time to put them in."
There's a brief silence, and Ben glances around, sipping his wine again as everyone continues to look at him somewhat expectantly.
"The play, Anna," Skandar prompts desperately, "you said you got a part in a play."