#nowrots

[manuscr1pt]

"This is weird, even for you. What are you doing?"

there’s something to be said about the way Oliver’s mind works. he sees a dead animal, his initial thought isn’t to ignore it- it’s to take it into his arms and hold onto it until the stench becomes too much to bear. it’s definitely a bizarre sight to behold; he’s currently sat on the ground ( snow soaking through his clothes ) with a dead cat curled up in his arms. to be fair, the cat wasn’t dead when he picked her up. she was barely alive and there was no time to get her to the veterinarian because she passed away in Oliver’s arms only moments later, but dammit, he wasn’t going to let her die alone. at least in those last moments she knew she was loved.

he hadn’t expected anyone to find him here. he was quite content on just staying by himself with this poor dead cat for the remainder of time, but he’s interrupted as the question rings in his ears, his eyes opening as reality dawns on him. he slowly lifts his head to look at Jordan, refusing to let go of the cat in his arms. “i-i didn’t want her to b-be alone,” he says as his way of explaining his current predicament. this is what happens when he leaves his house on his own; he somehow stumbles across a dying cat in the middle of the road and stops to give it some love before it dies. he wasn’t going to just leave her there. it just didn’t seem fair to him, to just leave the poor cat alone in the snow, when its life was already so hard, why make death miserable, too ?? Oliver wasn’t about to do that to her. she was going to go home with him. maybe he’d find a taxidermist and have her stuffed- that way in death, she will be loved.

@nowrots

[tiedstill]

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ @nowrots

she's so tired. she's tired of running, tired of fighting for her life only to turn around and walk right into another killer. her plan for her life fell apart when she was nineteen, and she doesn't think she ever really got back on her feet—just stayed stagnant, surviving but never living. when she first moved here, when she first met jordan, she'd thought maybe she was finally getting somewhere.

it's laughable, really, how naive that seems now.

"i don't know what you want me to say," she says. "you're not a good person, jordan. i can't—that's not something i can pretend i don't know. but—" alex runs an exasperated hand through her hair "—you. i don't know." she hates what he's done; but if he really revolted her, how could she stand to be near him? how could she find comfort in his touch? "you frighten me, sometimes. but i'm not... you don't disgust me." she swallows the shame of that statement, the familiar burning guilt of you couldn't stand adam after what he did, but you can stand him? you killed adam, but you'll let jordan live? "there. is that what you needed to hear?"

[erotiik0s]

@nowrots sent :: m/m 5d from this meme for jin :) | nsft gif prompts

Loneliness was a strange bedfellow that made people do ill-advised things. Jin had only been in Virginia for a few weeks at his new job, yet the sting of isolation had already worked it’s way deep into his spirit. When the opportunity arose to jump into a torrid workplace affair with a colleague from another department he jumped at it, even if it was a bad idea.

As he had left the office that night, his car following Jordan’s as inconspicuously as possible, he thought about turning back. He knew it would be seen as strange if not wrong to lust after a man more than a decade his senior, to meet in his office for a quick hit of pleasure, and then willingly follow him home for more.

None of his that mattered now. It was too late to take any of it back, here in the dark privacy of Jordan’s living room. The pair had made quick work of each other, clothes strewn about the floor, bodies intertwined as quickly as they could manage with a bottle of lube and the willpower of dogs in heat. Jin groaned at the sensation of being pried open, his body penetrated deep by Jordan. It made his toes twitch and his heart thump heavy in his chest. He panted as he pushed and pulled, hips gyrating against his lover almost mindlessly. The hair on the back of his neck stood up; his aching erection throbbed.

“I changed my mind,” he muttered, movements slowing, “just wait…”

With a whimper Jin stroked his fingers through dark hair with one hand, eyes taking in the curves and edges of his lover’s form. Jordan was surprisingly strong, with firm muscles in his arms and chest that held Jin upright as he focused on stopping his motions and pulling his hips up and off of Jordan’s arousal.

“Take the condom off, please…,” he said as he cupped Jordan’s face in his hands, Jin’s gaze lost in his partner’s eyes, “It’s not enough. I need to feel all of you inside me.”

[tiedstill]

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ @nowrots

it's almost funny, the way trauma lives in the body. it's been years since anybody yelled at her, but the volume of jordan's voice spikes and his tone goes sharp and he's in her face and she—panics. her palm connects with his cheek in the breath after he finishes his sentence, and the sound echoes in the now-quiet room. she doesn't even register that she moved at all until she feels the sting in her fingers and sees the red mark on his cheek.

alex flinches away as if she's the one who got hit, raising her arms protectively in front of her face. "shit—sorry!" god, do you have any self-preservation instinct? it doesn't matter that he asked; there's no telling what he'll do now. the whole thing could have been a sick joke, just looking for an excuse to hurt her back, and now she's played right into it. "i'm sorry, jordan, i didn't mean to."

[tiedstill]

can you sit up for me ? @nowrots

her eyes are screwed shut against the splitting pain in her head, the ache so strong she almost doesn't hear his voice. what happened? she doesn't remember how she ended up on the ground; it's hard to think of anything past the pounding behind her eyes. there's a hand on her shoulder, she realizes, and she's disoriented enough that she doesn't know who it belongs to—she flinches away from the touch. "who—" she pushes herself into a sitting position, though the world spins even with her eyes still closed. "i don't... did i faint?"

[bodyhorrorsa]

don't make assumptions . perry!!

☆ meme asks: accepting !

          Touchy, hmm? Perry grins, the upturned curve of his lips is mischevious, nonconfrontational. He even holds his hands up as a sign of peace.      ❛❛   Yeah, you know what they say about assumptions...   ❜❜     He tilts his head and smiles- though it doesn't meet his eyes. Everyone is a suspect, no matter how unassuming and harmless they may seem... It doesn't mean he suspects Jordan of the murders in the area  —  that Jordan is the Virginia Ripper  —  but it's too early to rule him out.      ❛❛   Still, humor me.   ❜❜     The agent continues, sitting across from the other man, eyes studying him closely, scrutinizingly... Even if he fronts a friendly face.

[signedsoul]

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞@nowrots

"you're so full of shit, jordan." dani's voice is cold, her expression is stone, but her eyes blaze as she glares at him. "a selective truth? seriously? fuck off." it's not even the fact that he lied; if anything, it's a relief to know that he's just as terrible as she is. she steps closer, pressing her hands against his chest and giving him a little shove. "god, you can't even admit it to yourself, can you?" she laughs. "i guess that's the difference between you and me. you're a fucking coward."