EmzSwigglez

 Title: Member of the Crowd Pairing: KickTheStickz Author: EmzSwigglez Genre: Smut Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Mysterious PJ, under-age drinking, mention of drug use Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Chris/PJ! There's something in my gut that tells me tonight will be a fabulous night indeed. No, being greeted at the door by an under-dressed 14 year old girl asking me to hold her hair back while she vomited may not have been the greatest welcome; a party is an onion, and the deeper you delve the juicier it gets. Not that I would recommend eating a raw onion. That was a horrific metaphor. With vomit sprinkled up my jeans, I fight my way through g

Dan was panting for breath next to me, his eyes clamped shut. I was fighting for breath myself, my lungs vibrating and blood racing. In the distance the low rumble of a Henry Vacuum Cleaner could be heard, along with the squeeeak-clack of rubber flipflops on marble. Dan's eyes slid open and he examined me - from his easy laugh, I presumed that I looked totally worn out. Which I was. I realised where we were suddenly - we were pressed firmly against lockers, the dials and air vents digging into our backs, our arms. We were in a school hallway, of course, it seems obvious - but that did not stop my stomach from plummeting 7 storeys. Yes, the lo

 Title: A Wet Dream from Mint Green Pairing: Phan Author: EmzSwigglez Genre: Smut Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Aggressive Phil :o, accidentally based in Manchester apartment Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil! "I can't fucking believe you, you little shit!" Phil bellowed into Dan's face, causing him to begin moving backwards, "I can't fucking BELIEVE you would do this to me!" Dan's mouth swung open and closed before he could stutter out a weak, "but Phil - it's not like I wanted you to be fired -" Cutting him off, Phil quickly slammed him against the wall and gripped harshly at his shoulders. "Phil, Dan.. we've just gotten back our report

 Title: Hold On Pairing: Phan Author: EmzSwigglez Genre: Angst? I dunno it's just sad um Rating: Everyone Warnings: Illness, kinda short Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil! "Sometimes," he gulped, "things just don't work out." My legs gave way and I found myself kneeling at his bedside. The chill of the tiled floor was seeping into my knees and travelling up my spine, but I needed to be near him. "D-Dan... please..." "Phil, stop." a lone tear escaped the corner of his eye, "Don't you fucking let yourself break." Dan's heart monitor beeped softly in the background, a constant reminder, an overly repeated slap to the face. And oh god,

 Title: Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned Pairing: Phan Author: EmzSwigglez Genre: Smut / AU Rating: NC-17 (i.e. my specialty) Warnings: Priest!Phil, things religious people shouldn't be up to oops Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil! "Thank you, Lord, for your presence at this service. Thank you for your cleansing Words and helpful guidance," Father Philip calls out, spreading his arms out widely, his vestment seemingly giving him wings, "Forgive us, Father, of all of our sins and iniquities. Remould us, Lord; mould us as you would have us be. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen." A chorus of Amens echo around the spacious church, some e

Dear reader, I can't fully recall how it all started. All I can think about is the way Phil's eyes lingered on me a bit too long- not in a nice way either. A kind of look that made your bones crackle and your lungs freeze. It was almost as if a waxy cover was attempting to alter the way Phil's loving, caring blue eyes looked- and the wax was succeeding, making them look dull and lifeless. Phil didn't look at me very often now. He would mostly look behind me as he pummelled his fists into my chest, squeeze his eyelids shut as he winded me over and over. Recently his inability to look at me really changed the way I live. I'm forced to sleep,

I woke with a start, jumping at the weight that fell onto my shoulder. My mind immediately thought it was my dad, angry at how I'd always be a disappointment, never be what he wanted. But - upon seeing Dan - I realised I was still in school. A smile tugged at my lips, only just being fought off by the sudden awkwardness I felt once I remembered Dan was topless. My hand was shaking a little as I gently nudged Dan until he was slouching forward, over his jean-clad legs, before forcing my tired legs to carry my body over to a dusty window. 307's art haven was even more breath-taking when the early morning sun was sparkling off of glass jars fi

"I'll have my usual, love," a regular asks, winking one of his belt-hole sized eyes at me. I think he's a plumber. "Got'cha, sugar," I coo back, making sure that when I turn around to get a new pack of sweeteners down I reach for the top shelf. A strip of slightly cooler air hits my lower back, telling me that my shirt definitely lifted. Whilst busying myself preparing his black coffee, 3 sweeteners, I think to myself whether making myself out to be a bit of a whore to people that tip is - well - wrong.. "Thank you, love," he says in response to his drink being placed before him. £3 in coins is placed in my palm, and an extra £2 coin is dropp

Opening tired eyes to a room filled with sunlight is never a fun time. I cursed under my breath and attempted to block the sound of my alarm out with my cover, pulling it over my head and groaning into the fabric. Despite my best efforts, the horribly upbeat sound of 'Party in the USA' still reached my ears, even if it was slightly muffled. Finally accepting my fate, I yanked the cover off of my face and allowed the light to sting my eyes, forcing myself to adjust. My hand shot out to grab my phone, feeling and jumping around on my bedside cabinet before actually getting a firm grip on it. I moved it over, clicked a button to turn my alar