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“Look at me.” Alastor ordered, and the smallest hint of a smile pulled at his lips when Vincent’s reaction was immediate. His eyes narrowed, dark with amusement behind his glasses and his hand moved up Vincent's chest to grab his half-undone tie. He gave it a small tug, eyes never leaving Vincent's - that seemed to have glazed over with tears or something else, Alastor didn't care. He shifted his knee to press almost too harshly against Vincent's straining cock
“You're going to finish. Quickly.” The words came out hushed but stern, like Alastor was scolding him. “There is a dead body around that corner and I don't feel like getting caught because you-” He hissed and he tugged at Vincent's tie, almost undoing it, eyes sharp behind his glasses, “-couldn’t behave if your own life depended on it.”
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07 Dec 2025
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“Now, the million dollar questions…Who is this killer, assuming it’s someone other than The New Orleans Huntsman? Is he or she still in Louisiana? Have they already fled? Are they sneaking past us right now, under all of our very noses?”
Vincent, unable to help it, turned up the radio, (again). He loved to hear people talk about himself, especially if they had such a lovely tone. He hadn’t caught the host's name, maybe he’d-
“They could be anyone of us. Killer, if you’re listening…”
The voice continued, uncaring of his inner thoughts. He held his breath, almost worried the smooth tongue would slip away forever lest he gave it his full focus.
“Then make yourself known.”
With how the voice had just asked Vincent so prettily?
Oh, he would.
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Vincent has gone down to Louisiana, needing to continue rising through the ranks of stardom across television. But then he ends up meeting Alastor, a local Radio Star with a bad attitude that Vincent would love to fix.
Too bad Alastor liked being difficult.
Oh, and they’re both serial killers, but neither of them know it yet. Who would have thought?
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30 Nov 2025
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Tom Blake survived the accident and was discharged from the War. After the War is over, he continues to send Will Schofield letters, none of which he replies to. He tries to make peace with that fact.
Until, he receives a letter from him in the mail.Bookmarked by isitnifty
02 Nov 2025
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Eugene is sick and freezing, luckily Pugsley can help with that
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22 Sep 2025
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“Eugene” Pugsley said, and Eugene twisted his head away, somehow unable to lie to him while looking in his eyes. It wasn't like it was easy to talk about this shit. No one's ever really pressed Eugene to talk about his issues until Pugsley.
He felt cold fingers brush across his face and could barely process it when his face was gently turned back to face Pugsley. Now he really was red. Eugene danced around, looking him in the eyes, wanting to avoid the fact that he was freaking out over his best friend holding his face in his hand.
“Can you look at me? Please”
Eugene's face burned. His eyes slowly lifted up, and when he met the other boys, he could see that they were full of nothing but concern. No pity. Eugene tried to look down again, shame burning in his mind. Pugsley's hand stopped that thought before he could even fully act on it.
“What's wrong? Min kjære, talk to me.”
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- Part 4 of Wednesday bullshit
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20 Sep 2025