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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY for ODDA Magazine.

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Billy's Exes :: Accepting

Oh.. She hits a nerve.

It's there in the hard set of his jaw, the narrowing of his eyes but he manages to keep the anger from his tone when he speaks. She didn't deserve his ire just yet. It's been an innocent enough question. How could she know she'd trip into a landmine? That Billy Russo, Billy the Beau, had only had two real relationships and both had ended terribly? But that one.. Had admittedly ended prematurely and so suddenly it's still a festering wound. One that would never heal. "..Charlotte.. Her name was Charlotte Marie Gray. First relationship, first girlfriend, first person who treated me like more than a pretty accessory. Don't know if I believed in love before her. Really thought it was a load of bullshit." He pauses, letting the words settle before he continues. "High school sweetheart, puppy love, whatever you want to call it? I knew she was my end? I was gonna marry that girl and have that picture perfect life." There's a long pause now and his expressions caught between heartbreak and sweetness. As if the memories of the girl he speaks about can't solely be good or bad. Like the girl herself, his memories of her are a mixture of all the sweetest of moments and the bitterest of tears. "She died before we got close. Plane crush.. They never found even a single piece of the plane.." His words trail off as he stares over her head, as if something's caught his attention, something that only he could see. "None of that matters now, right?"

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She's not acid nor alkaline Caught between black and white Not quite either day or night She's perfectly misaligned I'm caught up in her design And how it connects to mine I see in a different light The objects of my desire Ooh, let's talk about chemistry 'Cause I'm dying to melt through To the heart of her molecules 'Til the particles part like holy water If anything, she's an undiscovered element Either born in hell or heaven-sent But either way I'm into it

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I'm insane Well, I can feel it in my bones Coursing through my veins When did I become so cold? For goodness' sakes Where is my self control? If home is where my heart is Then my heart has lost all hope

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J. So this is where you rest your head these days? It's cute! Reminds me of that one motel we stayed at in Poughkeepsie, with the avocado green curtains. The webcam hidden in the bookshelf is a nice touch too, I left you a little something on it. Took something for my troubles too, of course. Hope you don't miss it! ; ) xoxo ฅ^._.^ฅ

Love Letters :: Accepting

His brain might be scrambled, there might be holes in his memories but.. There's only two people could find him whenever they wanted and one of them didn't sign off notes with a cute cat emoji. Sighing as he moves to where one of his camera's were hidden, he takes it out so he could see for himself the silly powderpuff girl that had found his safe house.

What greets him makes him laugh, his head shaking before he slides the camera back into place and goes to figure out what she took. It doesn't take him long. Knife 57 was missing and in it's place was a box of Sweetarts.

Really.. He'd have rather panties. But he's smiling still as he goes about his day.

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✸ (from Charlotte)

Less Cringy NSFW/Intimacy Starters { X } :: Accepting ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours

There’s few things more awkward than sharing close living quarters with a bunch of Marines in the middle of the desert. It’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s sandy and it smells like all of the above. Yet Billy had found at least one thing that was definitely more awkward. 

Dealing with the aftermath of a steamy sex dream.

The dream was good, very good and featured his favorite temptation. Charlotte Gray was everything a guy could ask for. She’s smart, funny, quick witted and beautiful. But the dream, shallow as it was, mostly centered around her beauty.  A halo of silky hair, that was a different color every other week and velvety skin that wrapped around swells and curves that made many men and women drool. 

All of it was his and had been since they first met all those years ago. 

He’s a world away and she still managed to drive him crazy, even if it’s only a dream. Though the photos and video calls help nothing. She’s always going out of her way to tease him with the naughtiest things she could think up. It’s been a few days since they last spoke but no doubt his brain was still processing the lastest bout of sinful outfits. 

They didn’t even usually discuss anything dirty or off color when she called, there wasn’t any time and it was frowned upon from the higher ups. But they couldn’t control what she worn and Charlotte didn’t exactly like following the rules. Which he was grateful for after a really hard week and that barely there nun costume. A weakness she exploited for her own personal gain. 

Gave him something else to hold over the heads of his fellow marines. His girlfriend was the best and she didn’t have a fear in the world. She especially didn’t care if someone walked by and saw her. Which was a usual complaint from other girlfriends and wives if their men asked for a little wiggle or something a tad more scandalous

He rarely told Charlotte.. But god he did love her. 

He would barely remember the dream when he wakes, as he’s rudely snapped out of sleep by a pillow to the face and a grumpy Frank barking to keep it down. But for the days that followed he’d have to endure high pitched moaning and grown men with their backs facing him as they pretend to make out with someone. Oh, Charlotte. Ooooh, Charlotte. Became the familiar the chorus whenever they weren’t busy and sometimes even when they were.

Still..

Somehow it was worth it.