irne
Fandoms
- Interpol (Band) (19)
- Suede (Band) (6)
- The X-Files (1)
- The World's End (2013) (1)
- Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) (1)
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Pauline would spend forever looking at this asshole who knows exactly what she's doing.
Their eyes meet. Carly bites her lip, smiling with the corner of her mouth. Thank God it's time for Daniel's backing vocals.
Pauline loves to see the translucent sweat stains on Carly's shirt. Carly's not wearing a bra, and the straps of her gun holster accentuate her breasts like there isn't enough wet cloth…
A slow drop rolls down her thigh under her trousers, and Pauline hopes it's just sweat.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,544
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Hits:
- 90
-
Tags
Summary
“You know, it feels like when some hot stuff comes to mind, you know it didn't just come to you only and…” Paul takes a drag when Carly hands him the butt, then frowns, but doesn't continue, preferring to put it out in the ashtray. Daniel completes everything himself and this is not surprising. If he remembers it tomorrow, he will most likely scold himself, but he is unlikely to remember.
“I know that feeling,” the whiskey feels too cold for him, and ice was a stupid idea.
-
Tags
Summary
“Getting drunk is cheaper than renting a whore.”
“You're not very customer-oriented, baby,” there’s a hint of sarcasm behind his affectionate tone. “Don’t you know the first rule of the service industry? The customer’s desire is the law.”
“That's sophistry," Carlos says lazily. “You can't go to a bar and ask for porridge. Whores don't sell oranges anymore.”
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,962
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 7
- Hits:
- 79
-
Tags
Summary
He refuses to believe it. But something tells him that he should believe it.
“Oh, so you drink tap water now?” Dengler grins, and in this kitchen, she seems more than appropriate, even with some stupid notebook. Norman sits down at the table and pretends to be absorbed in looking at his rings.
“Why wouldn't I drink tap water?”
“You don't remember anything at all?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to remember?” Paul wanted to say it harshly, but it sounds desperate. He buries his face in his hands, hoping faintly that this is just a dream. “You're surprised at first that I remember you at all, and now you want me to remember some unreal things?”
Series
- Part 3 of The Dump.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,062
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 3
- Hits:
- 41
-
Tags
Summary
“I have every reason to believe that when you go to bed sober, you can't sleep for at least a couple of hours because you're thinking, thinking, thinking,” Dengler wipes the lipstick from the neck of the bottle with her finger, “It would be nice without that, wouldn't it?”
“I have a better idea, without totalitarian mind control,” Paul chuckles, “I just try not to go to bed sober or alone.”
“You're getting rid of the symptom, not treating the disease.”
“I don't trust psychotherapy. And I don't dream about dystopias.”
“Why dystopia? Maybe this could be heaven.”
Series
- Part 2 of The Dump.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,386
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 1
- Hits:
- 31
Recent series
-
- Words:
- 11,030
- Works:
- 3