#eghh

[holydayaria]

i wrote an entire coyle drabble then scrapped it in favor for something else but heres a snippet under the cut. of something that will never be.

“No need to be ‘fraid, honey. Just a regular wellness check.”

He parades himself around your home, shoes thumping against wooden floors, and based on the way he’s breathing, you think he’s pleasuring himself too. At the very least, groping himself through his pants. 

You listen to him descend the halls, opening cupboards and doors. He’s been talking to himself, some of it directed at you, searching for you through your house. You’d seen the police cruiser pull up to your empty driveway and nestle in as if he lived here. You’d seen him get out the cruiser, sunglasses blocking his leering gaze and a lit cigarette between his teeth. He’d seen you, too. Undressed you with his eyes even through your window and watched you duck down and pray he hadn’t.

No time (or sense) to bolt through the backdoor, you’d shoved yourself under the bed, a hand clamped over your mouth. Even if your husband came home right this second, what could he do? For fuck's sake, he worked in accounting. In the best-case scenario where this rogue cop doesn’t shoot him, it’s still your husband’s word against a respected officer.

and then this disjointed piece at the end that wasn't properly connected to anything else BUUUUT I didn't want to ignore it.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?”

Coyle’s head snaps to the locked bedroom door, tensing up over you and clamping his hand over your mouth, nearly pressing your nostrils shut in the process. The voice calls out again, and you think you hear something like a briefcase being set down in the hallway. Relief sparks inside you, which is quickly washed away with overwhelming despair. Your husband, who in recent weeks you’d begun to suspect was more fond of Officer Coyle than he was of you, has come home. Coyle’s smile falters only slightly, then returns just as wide as he’s come to the same realization that you have. 

“Don’t you worry, honey. I’ll go talk to ‘im for you, get this all…sorted out.” Coyle’s voice is hushed, and he leans down to press a perverted kiss to your cheek, sniffing your hair in an almost exaggerated way. You choke on a sob; it’s muffled behind Coyle’s hand, and he looks down at you the way a little girl looks at a brand new Barbie. He kisses your cheek again, licking at your tears. “Gonna make it all better.” He breathes heavily, pushing himself against you.

[nocternalrandomness]

Starling Aviation's Boeing 727 private VIP transport starting to climb out of Bournemouth Airport

[vikcacao]

chat can yall start yapping about THR to me in my inbox ? i wanna write for it but im not in the headspace rn

i will give everyone a little kiss on the forehead and promise a very gay chapter to those who yap to me 🙏🙏

[velvetwyrme]

Hi!! Wow!!! There are a lot of you! (or it feels that way to me at least!) Thank you all for sticking around while I totter about doing my silly little things. It means a lot to me!!

I don’t like talking about/revealing my follower count so… I won’t! But I feel like Numbers require Celebration? What do people do for follower milestones?? Is there anything you guys want me to do? IDK I HAVEN'T DONE THIS BEFORE.

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

Got admitted on tuition at both places I applied to

[errantgoat]

Ugh my gaming laptop doesn't start up. Great, amazing 10/10

[tendollarsfound]

I cannot believe this mediocre vine comp took me at least an hour to make ;-;

Kudos to people who are good at making them

this really sucks

[killawayfanboys]

Kylo Ren: *mocking the ship* Weeee wooo weeee woooo!

Hux: *unaffected* I don't think the ship talks in random noises Ren.

Ren: *turns to Hux angrily* Weee Wooo!

Welcome to the mind of a sick and medicated soul at 1 in the morning