Molasses.
NC-17. 2,519 words. Skins.
Katie/JJ. Canon pairings also mentioned. Vague spoilers for JJ's episode.

Moar Skins!kink meme! I'm on a roll, holy shit. Prompt was JJ/Katie - JJ gets locked on, and I was seriously not going to write this, and then, 2000 words later, here we are.

( The music’s heavy in JJ’s ears now, and he can hardly hear, think, feel anything other than Katie’s soft fingers and her breath down his neck. She stinks of vodka mixers and cheap perfume, and JJ’s leaning into her before he even notices. )

A Little Less Conversation.
NC-17. 1,340 words. Skins.
Freddie/Cook.

Another response to the skins!kink meme. Prompt was: cook/freddie - blowjob, angry, gagging. All of that, minus the gagging, because I suck.

( It’s not the first time it’s happened, not the second or even the third. Cook’s never felt in words, can’t say what he feels, and that’s another thing that hasn’t changed. Cook has to touch to feel connected, has to love, give, take, just feel, and it’s always this, always Freddie’s hesitation, resentment and Cook’s blind trust, want, love. )

You Know You're No Good.
NC-17. 1,508 words. Skins.
Freddie/Katie, implied Freddie/Effy.

For the anonkink meme. Prompt was: freddie/katie - first time, he's thinking about effy.

( “I won’t be pissed off if you call me something else,” her voice is soft, her body pliant and warm in his lap, and the if you call me Effy goes unspoken, even if it’s all Freddie can hear in his ears, head, heart<. )

Blackbird.
3,181 words. Gen. Implied Cash/Singer, Ian/Marshall. PG.
Written for The Cab fic exchange.

The hours following the van incident.

( The first thing he hears is the yelling. )

Messy.
1,835 words of fail. NC-17. PWP. Vanessa Hudgens/Ashley Tisdale.

I'm so ashamed of this, lol.

( There were always promises in crystal wineglasses, loyalties that still get thrown around with the dirty napkins. Her relationships won’t ever be any different. )

Don't Ever.
Spencer/Ryan. PG. 2,887 words. Unbeta'd.

Pre-Panic!days. They're 13 and 14 respectively. I don't know where this came from, I wrote it over about three hours whilst drinking too much coffee and doing an aerobics tape with my sister. You'd think it'd be a happier fic *facepalms*

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You Be the Alcohol, I’ll Be the Hangover

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You Be the Alcohol, I’ll Be the Hangover
12,394 words. Cash/Singer. NC-17.

A/N: Massive thanks to dawn_afterglow and starsstillfall for the once over. :) Also, download soundtrack here.

( Christine grins, and maybe it’s not entirely nice. “Right, so like, did you really make out with Cash the other night?” )

Keep The Lights Off.
1,886 words. The Cab. Gen - pre-GSF.
For dawn_afterglow . Happy early birthday? eheh.

( “This is so gay,” Johnson says, but he’s climbing over as well, slower and quieter than Ian and Cash, and he gets around to curl into Marshall’s side. )

( “Out,” Jo says again. “It shall be a bi-quarterly event entitled our ‘I don’t care that we’re totally fucked night’ and shall involve alcohol, weed and music that isn’t ours.” )