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J/H 4-15: Tornado Prom

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SHOW TITLE   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   It’s January – not that you would know it from the weather. No snow on the ground, the leaves on the bushes look alive, and JACKIE, FEZ, DONNA, ERIC, and HYDE, gathered around the Vista Cruiser, don’t even have jackets on.   KELSO comes running through the garage to join them, dressed in athletic wear – including short shorts.   KELSO: Hey, guys. It is literally a million degrees out. I’m wearing shorts in January! Have you ever seen prettier legs on a fella?   He holds one out to show it off.   KELSO (cont’d): It’s too bad they’ll be covered up when I’m struttin’ my stuff as the Snow King at the Snow Prom tomorrow. Me, Snow King. Doesn’t it kick ass? That campaign writing my name all over the place really paid off.   ERIC: Kelso, you peed in the snow.   KELSO: In cursive! It was awesome.   JACKIE: I can’t believe you were chosen as Snow King and I wasn’t chosen to be Snow Queen.   ERIC: Oh, you mean, the funniest thing ever?   The others chuckle as Jackie sneers.   JACKIE: Guys, this is serious. I used to be a rich, popular girl. But now that my dad’s cut me off, I’m not rich, and apparently, I’m also not popular. I’m nothing! (to Donna) Donna, how do you live like this?   DONNA: Well, maybe you should spend less time worrying about being popular and more time being a good person.   JACKIE: Donna, everyone knows that the way to tell if you’re a good person is when everyone likes you. And you know everyone likes you when you win titles like Snow Queen.   She turns her nose up and walks away, Kelso in tow. The remaining gang move in closer together.   DONNA: Hey, you know what? We should all go to Snow Prom together, in one car. All of us hanging out, laughing, driving – woo-hoo! Good times.   ERIC: You need a ride, don’t you?   DONNA: I so do. Pick me up at the radio station.   She walks off, and the guys shrug.   HYDE: All right. We’ll all go together.   ERIC: Whoa, whoa. Hyde, you’re going to a school dance? You’re gonna stink bomb the teacher’s lounge, aren’t you? I want in!   HYDE: No, man, kid stuff. See, during the dance, I’m going to throw a party in Coach Ferguson’s office. I’m bringing my best stuff.   FEZ: A party with your best stuff? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?   HYDE: You know it.   FEZ: Oh, boy, you have a pinata?   He gets giddy. Eric and Hyde shake their heads.   CUT TO:   INT. SCHOOL - EVENING   The next night – Snow Prom. At the end of a lightly-decorated hallway, some kids catch a breather from the dance. Fez and BIG RHONDA chat with one group, while Jackie and Kelso – with crown, fur-trimmed flowing robe, and scepter – chat up another. Hyde and Eric stand apart near the center of the hall.   ERIC: It’s weird. I feel like I’m forgetting something. I’ve got my watch, my wallet, my who-am-I-kidding condom...   HYDE: Yeah, sounds like you got everything, except for a tall redhead.   ERIC: Yeah. What man doesn’t love a tall red – oh, my God, Donna! I forgot Donna!   He leaves behind a snickering Hyde as he races for the exit.

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. SCHOOL - EVENING   Moments later. “Take a Chance on Me” by ABBA blares through the halls. Kelso is now on parade, strutting up and down the halls, showing off his regalia. Jackie and Hyde watch from a few feet back, Jackie incensed and Hyde bored.   A hand claps onto Hyde’s shoulder. He turns around to see COACH FERGUSON, dance chaperone, with a terrible suit and an ugly frown.   FERGUSON: Mr. Hyde? In school after hours? What, are you trying to establish an alibi?   Hyde straightens himself up and grins.   HYDE: Coach Ferguson. Shouldn’t you be on the football field, teaching boys to play with balls?   Coach Ferguson puts a warning finger in Hyde’s face.   FERGUSON: Don’t push my buttons, wiseacre.   He waves his clipboard in Hyde’s face before slinking off. He narrowly avoids a collision with Kelso, who is attempting spin tricks with his scepter, to partial success.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) How could I not make Snow Queen when Michael made Snow King? There had to be a mistake. It was fixed. Steven, what should I do?   HYDE: Who cares? Jackie, popularity contests like that are pointless. I mean, look at Kelso. All being Snow King means is that he’s running around in a stupid hat and robe.   JACKIE: Exactly! I mean, am I not pretty enough? Am I not cool enough? What did I need to do?   HYDE: (pretends to think) All right, I got something. While Coach Ferguson’s walking the floor, you can help me fumigate his office.   Jackie crosses her arms and tries to look upset, but soon shrugs and follows behind Hyde as he slips down the hall.   Kelso marches in place for the benefit of a modest crowd, pumping his scepter up and down. A TEACHER, another chaperone, enters from the gym and crosses to Kelso.   TEACHER: I have a serious announcement. A tornado warning has just been issued. I’m told it’s code red. I don’t know the codes, but that sounds serious. (to Kelso) Michael, as Snow King, I need you to help spread the word. Get everybody into the gym.   He hurries off. Kelso grins, punches the air; he’s excited for the responsibility. He stands up tall and sweeps his arms across the room for attention.   KELSO: All right, everyone! Everyone, follow me!   He marches confidently to the nearest door, throws it open... and reveals a sports closet full of different sorts of balls that all come tumbling out.   KELSO (cont’d): Remain calm, people! These are just sports balls! Everyone grab a ball!   He passes his scepter to the nearest kid and starts gathering balls.   CUT TO:   EXT. ROAD – NIGHT   The faint light of evening, a blanket of clouds over the sky. Eric is behind the wheel of the Vista Cruiser. He pops an eight-track tape in and begins to head-bang to “Ridin’ the Storm Out” by REO Speedwagon.   ERIC: All right.   He keeps on jamming, not noticing at all the TORNADO that touches down behind him and moves across the road.   Even over the music, Eric does hear the howling of the wind, but by the time he flips the tape off and looks behind him, the tornado has passed. Shrugging, he turns the tape back on and keeps rocking out, just in time for the tornado to move behind his car again.   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - EVENING   For once, the adults have the basement to themselves. RED sits in Hyde’s usual chair, BOB and JOANNE share the couch, and KITTY hurries down the stairs with a snack tray full of sandwiches.   KITTY: Now, I’m just so worried about Eric. A tornado in January?   RED: Yeah, life’s full of surprises. Like these two, showing up ‘cause they don’t have a basement.   He glares at Bob and Joanne, even as they take sandwiches from Kitty’s tray and Kitty joins them on the couch.   RED (cont’d): Surprise.   JOANNE: Gee, Red, you seem grouchy. Surprise.   KITTY: Red, if Eric gets caught in a tornado, he’ll get blown to Canada. He’s very light.   RED: Kitty, the gym is the town’s bomb shelter. He’ll be fine. I just hope he’s not crying. Everybody knows he’s my kid.   KITTY: Okay, you’re right. Eric’s fine. Let’s just talk about something else. (laughs)   Everyone considers an appropriate topic.   BOB: Ooh! You know, Joanne taught me a lot about lady orgasms. They’ve been around longer than I thought.   Red glares at Bob, and Joanne and Kitty share a look.   KITTY: (beat) Okay, so talking’s bad. I know, charades!   Bob and Joanne seem agreeable, but Red stands and heads for the stairs.   RED: No, thanks.   JOANNE: What are you, chicken?   RED: (beat) Did you just call me chicken?   Joanne just gives him a challenging look.   RED (cont’d): That’s it. Move the couch, Kitty. She’s going down.   He rubs his hands together as the others hop off the couch.   CUT TO:   INT. FERGUSON’S OFFICE – NIGHT   Evening’s given way to night by now; if not for the light of the hall coming in through the glass, the office would be black. Appropriately for a coach’s office, sports equipment takes up more space than papers or books.   The door silently opens. Hyde and Jackie make their way inside. Hyde passes a bobby pin back to Jackie, who replaces it in her hair. She shuts the door behind them; Hyde immediately goes to the desk, sits down, and props his feet up.   HYDE: Oh, yeah.   Jackie pulls up a chair beside him. Hyde takes out his lighter and flicks it on.   The door swings open again. Coach Ferguson hits the lights as he enters.   FERGUSON: Busted, hophead.   Jackie jumps to her feet and moves behind Hyde’s chair; Hyde remains where he is, only acknowledging the coach’s arrival by shutting his lighter.   BUMPER   INT. STAIRWELL – NIGHT   Make-out stairwell – the designated spot for the couples of the Snow Prom to fool around. The lights are even off. From top to bottom, the staircase is full, with Fez and Rhonda smooching near the base of the stairs.   The door opens. Kelso enters and hits the lights.   KELSO: People of the make-out stairwell, this is your Snow King speaking.   FEZ: Boo! Hit the lights, fool!   No one else speaks up, or even looks up from their making out.   KELSO: No, there’s a tornado. Everyone, go to the gym. The Snow King has spoken!   Still no urgency; people start throwing things at Kelso, who steps back into the hall.   KELSO (cont’d): All right, that’s gross. Who threw the retainer?   He doesn’t wait for an answer but exits. No one else even moves from their position on the stairs. Rhonda, at least, seems worried. She pulls Fez into an embrace.   RHONDA: Oh, my God, Fez! A tornado? This changes everything! This could be our last night here on Earth!   FEZ: Oh, no. I’m going to die a virgin.   Rhonda pulls back from their hug, holds him at arms’ length.   RHONDA: Not if I have anything to say about it.   FEZ: You can talk all you want, but there’s a tornado coming!   RHONDA: Fez, I mean, let’s do it.   FEZ: (beat) It? (Rhonda nods) “It” it? (She nods again) All right!   He jumps to his feet, makes it halfway under the staircase, then doubles back to grab Rhonda’s hand.   FEZ (cont’d): I’m going to need you.   He grabs his jacket in the other hand, and they hurry off.   CUT TO:   INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT   An almost-empty control room. Donna, dressed for the dance, sits at the desk. She jumps to her feet as Eric enters.   DONNA: Eric, you’re here!   ERIC: Donna, look, I’m sorry I’m late, and I really did want to pick you up before the dance, so it’s no big deal, really.   DONNA: No big deal? It’s a huge deal. I was in the back, filing records, and suddenly everyone was gone, and I was stuck here alone. And you risked the tornado for me.   She gives him a big hug.   ERIC: (beat) Tornado? What tornado... could stop me from helping you? (beat) So, tell me, um, is the tornado, like, um... (voice breaking) Like, out there?   DONNA: Yeah. They say it’s a biggie.   ERIC: (voice breaking) Oh.   DONNA: Eric, are you okay?   ERIC: (Beat) Sure. Uh, it’s just that now that I know you’re okay... I can finally start worrying about me.   He starts to fidget with his suit.   ERIC (cont’d): And, see, the thing about me is...   The lights cut out. The control room goes black.   ERIC (cont’d): (whimpering) I don’t wanna die!   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. RADIO STATION - NIGHT   It’s no longer completely black; a few candles have been found. They’re set out on the table as Donna and Eric sit across from one another.   ERIC: So, what to do? Let’s see... there’s you, there’s me, candlelight... You know, back in the old days, we would have -   DONNA: We’re not doing that.   ERIC: Uh-huh, yeah, yeah. So quick to dismiss the thing you once ached for.   DONNA: You mean cheese sticks?   ERIC: If you want to call it that, sure.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT   Charades under way. Hyde’s chair has been pushed back to make space. Red’s moved to the lawn chair. Bob and Joanne are still on the couch, Joanne now with pen and pencil handy and Bob with a timer. Kitty is up, shaking her hips around wildly.   RED: (guessing) Er, uh... gyrating. Uh, twisting. Uh... hips! You make me feel like hips!   Kitty is too incredulous to go on. Not that it matters:   BOB: Hah! Time! (indicates Joanne) We win.   KITTY: (to Red) I was dancing! “You Make Me Feel Like Hips?”   RED: (beat) It could have been a song.   JOANNE: Is it hard to lose, Red? ‘Cause you make it look so easy.   Red just gives her a dirty look.   BUMPER   INT. FERGUSON’S OFFICE – NIGHT   Everyone is on their feet. Hyde and Jackie stand on one side of the desk while Coach Ferguson leans over the other.   FERGUSON:  You two are in big trouble.   HYDE: This calls for a suspension. I need a vacation.   JACKIE: No, I cannot get suspended. Losing Snow Queen was bad enough, but if I get suspended, I won’t even get a “most likely to” caption in the yearbook!   FERGUSON: Zip it, missy. You’re lucky I don’t paddle you.   Jackie takes a step back, and Hyde moves between her and the coach.   HYDE: Hey. If we’re talking that kind of punishment, I’m happy to help dish it out.   He chuckles, Ferguson scowls, and Jackie slaps Hyde in the arm.   Kelso enters, still in full regalia.   KELSO: A tornado’s coming. It’s code red.   All of Coach Ferguson’s bluster vanishes. He clutches at his tie, seems to shrink down.   FERGUSON: A tornado? Deadly spirals of wind really freak me out.   HYDE: All right, Coach Girlie. Calm down.   FERGUSON: I can’t die yet! There’s so much I haven’t experienced!   HYDE: (grinning) I bet I know one thing you haven’t experienced.   CUT TO:   THE CIRCLE. Coach Ferguson has become much more chill about the situation. “Feels like the First Time” by Foreigner plays on his record player.   FERGUSON: Tornadoes get a bad rap, man. It’s not like The Wizard of Oz. I mean, where are the midgets? I bet I could bench, like, ten midgets.   Pan to Hyde, rifling through a box.   HYDE: (to Ferguson) Hey, look at all the stuff you confiscated. (holds up switchblade) Mine. (holds up air horn) Mine. (holds up sexy calendar) Ooh-la-la, mine now.   Pan to Jackie, who’s taken a squirt gun from the box.   JACKIE: Why am I not Snow Queen? For the last two weeks, I was nice to everybody. Well, maybe not the A.V. Club, but I mean, come on!   Pan to Kelso.   KELSO: Jackie, you can’t just be nice for two weeks. You have to be nice all the time. Or very handsome. Oh, my banana nose! (takes from the box, puts it on) Oh, I thought this was gone forever. Ha, it’s still funny!   Pan to Ferguson.   FERGUSON: (chuckles) Hey, Hyde, when this is all over, you think we’ll still be friends?   Pan to Hyde.   HYDE: Well, my head says no, but my heart says no. So, no. (to Jackie & Kelso) I wonder what Donna and Forman are doing right now?   CUT TO:   INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT   ANOTHER CIRCLE. “Still the One” by Orleans fills the station. Donna’s got the giggles.   DONNA: This is the best tornado ever.   Pan to Eric.   ERIC: I know! And who better to be stuck here with than America’s most beloved rock band - ladies and gentlemen, Aerosmith!   Pan to a cardboard cutout of Steven Tyler. Eric reaches over to shake it.   ERIC (v.o.): (doing Tyler) Hey, as rock legends, we’ve had some pretty good times. But it doesn’t get any better than this. Hello, Wisconsin!   Pan to a cardboard cutout of Joe Perry.   ERIC (v.o.): Yeah, I dig this joint too. Hello, Wisconsin.   Pan to Donna.   DONNA: (to Eric) That was your Aerosmith? You’re bad at that. Steven Tyler is way cooler, and Joe Perry is so dreamy. God, you’re bad at that!   Pan to Eric.   ERIC: What? That was dead-on! Right, guys?   Pan to Tyler’s cutout, which now boasts a working mouth.   TYLER (Eric’s v.o.): I bought it.   Pan to Perry’s cutout, also with a mouth.   PERRY (Eric’s v.o.): You, uh, really think I’m dreamy?   It winks.   Pan to a dumbfounded Donna.   DONNA: Whoa. The station manager’s stuff is way better than ours.   Pan to Eric.   ERIC: Hey, I wonder what Hyde and the gang are doing right now?   CUT TO:   INT. FERGUSON’S OFFICE – NIGHT   The Circle is still going strong. Jackie is using her squirt gun to squirt water into her mouth.   JACKIE: You know, I wish tornadoes did work like The Wizard of Oz. I could ride this one out to see the Wizard, and maybe then I’d understand what’s going on.   She looks up, and we fade to:   EXT. YELLOW BRICK ROAD – DAY   FANTASY SEQUENCE. The Yellow Brick Road in the Land of Oz, just different enough from the movie to dodge a lawsuit. Jackie, as Dorothy, walks down the road and through the field of poppies, with a stuffed unicorn tucked under her arm as TOTO.   Kelso, as the Scarecrow, staggers out from the fields.   KELSO: Jackie, why’d you make me the Scarecrow? He needs a brain.   JACKIE: No, no. I made you the Scarecrow... because you love chasing birds.   KELSO: (beat) I do love chasing birds.   JACKIE: Okay!   They link arms and continue down the road, until they’re stopped by Hyde as the Tin Man.   HYDE: Is this some kind of joke? ‘Cause I’m not laughing. (looks Kelso over) Kelso’s the Scarecrow? (laughs)   Jackie links arms with him, and the three of them continue down the road until they’re stopped by Fez as the Cowardly Lion.   FEZ: Look, guys! I’m a bear.   JACKIE: Fez, you’re the Cowardly Lion.   FEZ: But I want to be a bear.   KELSO: At least you got a brain.   HYDE: This sucks.   JACKIE: Oh, will everyone just shut up? You can be whatever you want when it’s your trip.   FEZ: (under his breath) I want to be a bear.   He joins the link, and they continue up the road until they’re stopped by Donna as the Wicked Witch of the West.   DONNA: Jackie, what the hell?   Eric, as a flying monkey, hops out of the fields and laughs at Donna.   ERIC: She totally made you a witch. That’s so awesome!   DONNA: She made you a flying monkey.   ERIC: What?   He stands up straight, looks himself over.   ERIC (cont’d): Oh, crap.   DONNA: (points at Jackie) Let’s kick her ass!   ERIC: Yeah!   The Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion all break the link and turn on Jackie. Screaming, she runs down the road, the others in pursuit.   CUT TO:   INT. THRONE ROOM – DAY   Jackie has reached the Wizard’s lair in the Emerald City, alone. The giant, floating green head of Red as the Wizard is before her, while Kitty, as Glinda the Good, stands next to her.   RED: (to Jackie) Is this because I’m bald? That hurts.   KITTY: Oh, relax, Red, it isn’t just because you’re bald. It’s also because you’re grouchy. (laughs, turns to Jackie) And thank you, dear, I’m flattered.   She indicates her dress. Jackie looks up at Red.   JACKIE: Mr. Wizard, I’m confused. I lost Snow Queen, and I don’t understand why.   RED: Who cares?   The gang, still in their Oz personas, enter.   HYDE: (to Jackie) Told ya.   RED: (to Jackie) You have a roof over your head, an American flag flying over your yard, and your crook father has the greasiest palms in the whole damn town. You need some dumb high school title like I need a kick in the ass.   Kitty glances nervously at Red, then puts a hand on Jackie’s shoulder.   KITTY: And you also have friends who love you no matter what, and that’s so much more important than winning a silly popularity contest. And besides, honey, it’s not like you don’t have another shot at it. You’re only a sophomore! (laughs)   JACKIE: You’re right, Miss Glinda! I will have another shot! And now I have a whole year to campaign!   RED: (to the gang) She didn’t take in a word I said.   DONNA: Yeah, that happens a lot.   Those words echo as Jackie gives Kitty a hug, and we cut to:   INT. FERGUSON’S OFFICE – NIGHT   Back to reality. Jackie’s head bobs, her mouth in a contented grin.   Pan to Kelso, still in banana nose, staring at Jackie.   Pan to Coach Ferguson, jaw slack, staring at Jackie.   Pan to Hyde, snickering and nodding approvingly at Jackie.   HYDE: Congratulations, Jackie. You may not have won Snow Queen, but with that vivid and mildly insulting hallucination, you just took the title “Queen Mary Jane.”   He offers his hand, and Jackie’s reaches over to give him a high-five.   BUMPER   INT. STAIRWELL – NIGHT   Another stairwell. Fez and Rhonda, still looking for a spot to do it, come onto the mid-landing.   FEZ: Ah, our own private stairwell. (to Rhonda) This is exactly how I pictured losing my virginity. Except it was on a bed of flowers and there were two of you.   He begins unbuttoning his shirt, and Rhonda slips off her corsage. They don’t get too far, however, before the teacher comes down the stairs behind them.   TEACHER: Tornado passed through, is heading to Illinois. Kiss my ass, Chicago!   He heads right back up the stairs.   Fez keeps undressing, pulling his shirt off once it’s fully opened, but Rhonda staggers down the stairs.   RHONDA: Oh, my God! We’re safe. Sex just doesn’t seem important anymore!   Fez hurries after her.   FEZ: I... I disagree. And – and here’s why -   RHONDA: Let’s go celebrate with everyone!   She snorts, heads down the stairs, and exits the stairwell. Fez throws his head to the sky.   FEZ: Oh, you can make a tornado, but you can’t let me do it? Oh, you are not a just God!   CUT TO:   INT. FERGUSON’S OFFICE - NIGHT   Post-Circle. Hyde has his feet up on the desk, Coach Ferguson is still lit, Kelso packs the contraband box back up, and Jackie is asleep.   The teacher opens the door, sticks his head in.   TEACHER: Tornado’s passed us over. All clear.   Ferguson rises, follows him out.   Kelso stands, hands the box to Hyde, who takes a permanent marker from it.   HYDE: Well, I lived my dream. Let’s go.   KELSO: Wait. We can’t just leave Jackie here like that.   HYDE: You’re right.   He bends over and draws a unibrow onto her forehead.   HYDE (cont’d): Okay, we’re good.   He and Kelso grin and head out.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT   The game’s changed. Red is back in Hyde’s chair, and the others share the couch, as Monopoly is laid out on the coffee table. Red shakes the dice in his hand.   RED: Okay. No six. No six. And... (rolls) Six!   Joanne and Bob both start to laugh. Joanne even moves the Forman’s piece for them.   BOB: (to Red) Park Place. Pay up.   He doesn’t even wait for Red, just snatches the money from their stack.   KITTY: (to Red) I told you we shouldn’t spend all our money on Marvin Gardens.   RED: Oh, and Baltic Avenue was such a help.   KITTY: I bought that with my beauty contest winnings!   JOANNE: Poor Red, losing again. While we have this large housing development that I like to call Joanne Land. Where’s Red Land?   She mimes searching for Red Land as Bob chuckles.   RED:  I’ll tell you where it is. It’s right up your -   KITTY: Wait, wait, wait.   She shushes everyone and gestures to the TV. Bob turns the volume up.   REPORTER (v.o.): This just in. The National Weather Service has canceled the tornado warning. And updating our top story, a local teen is in critical condition...   Bob and Joanne both breathe sighs of relief. Red and Kitty look to one another. Red quickly folds up the board game, and he and Kitty both stand.   KITTY: Oh, game over. Call it a tie.   BOB: A tie? We had all the money.   RED: So? We had the get-out-of-jail-free card. And you can’t put a price on freedom.   He heads up the stairs.   KITTY: (to Bob & Joanne) Night-night.   She follows after Red as Bob and Joanne shake their heads.   BUMPER   INT. RADIO STATION - NIGHT   The power is back on. Donna moves through the control room, extinguishing candles, while Eric sits on the table.   DONNA: This was fun. We haven’t just hung out in, like, forever. Plus, you’re, like, my hero. Most guys would not risk a tornado for an ex-girlfriend.   ERIC: Yeah.   He and Donna both chuckle.   Eric stands, crosses over to Donna. He pulls her in close and kisses her. After a moment’s hesitation, she returns the kiss.   They break apart.   DONNA: Wow.   ERIC: Yeah, well, I just wanted to kiss you... before you found out that I went to the dance, forgot you, and I didn’t know about the tornado. Okay, this was swell.   He walks away toward the door. Donna follows, jaw hanging.   DONNA: Wait, wait, wait. So, you forgot me?   ERIC: (beat) Okay, you’re mad.   DONNA: (beat) Actually, no. I mean, if we were still dating, I’d be super pissed. But we’re not, so it’s kind of funny.   ERIC: You know what? Let me buy you a burger.   Donna gathers her purse.   DONNA: I can’t believe you totally snaked a kiss under false pretenses.   ERIC: Yeah, I’m a little proud of that, yeah.   He gathers his coat, and off they go.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. SCHOOL - NIGHT   The dance is back underway. Hyde, Kelso, Jackie, Fez, and Rhonda all stand together in a circle, chatting. TWO GIRLS come up behind Jackie and tap her on the shoulder.   GIRL 1: Hey, Jackie, we heard you were part of the party that crashed Coach F’s office? Nice.   Jackie turns around, smiles at them. Their eyes flick up to her marker unibrow, and they walk away laughing.   Jackie turns back to the group.   JACKIE: People have been doing that all night. I think I’m a shoo-in for next year!   Beaming, she heads into the bathroom.   Hyde takes a step apart from the group to look them over.   HYDE: We all ready?   Kelso’s barely choking down a laugh.   KELSO: Yeah.   Jackie’s scream pierces through the bathroom door. The gang take off down the hallway, Kelso leading the way with his scepter held high.   END.

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Tag Game

tagged by: @ddaenggtan whom I love and is one half of two spider-man’s pointing at each other

:: nickname(s): B, BayB, Sherbert (Based on my real name this is risky), Bob (Because my phone autocorrects BB to Bob and so my best friend and I call each other that).

:: bias: In BTS, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook (Because I am a whore)

:: blood type: I genuinely do not know, I think A+ .....

:: favourite food: Tofu and rice from a very specific Chinese place near my undergrad school OR from Sticky Rice, Asparagus, Pasta of any type, Tofurky sandwich

:: birthday: March 11, 1997

:: zodiac: Pisces Sun, Aries Moon, Sagittarius Rising

:: pronouns: she/her

:: hair length: OKAY right now it is SO LONG I’ve had short hair since I started senior year of High School, and now, 6 years later, my hair is an inch or 2 past my shoulders (I think I should cut it)

:: height: i am 5′3″ and one time I said “tall people should always be afraid” as I stood on a stool because BEING THAT HIGH UP IS SCARY 

:: a crush: I have a new crush every room I walk into I am hopeless also what ever happened to Alex the regular that I blushed around why did he stop coming to my Starbucks Alex I miss you

:: what do you like about yourself: I like my style and my confidence. I took me a really long time to feel good about myself, but I feel like I’m finally as confident as everyone always thought I was. I like my creativity and how empathetic I am. 

:: left or right handed: I am right handed but live in fear that I was supposed to be left handed based on my mom’s haunted memory of taking the marker out of my left hand as a child and putting it into my right and immediately regretting it.

:: list of 3 favourite colours: CURRENTLY: pastel pink, neon green, and pastel purple

:: (right now) eating: nothing, but I have a Mediterranean grain bowl from Panera in front of me  for later so I could use their wifi

:: (right now) drinking: Starbucks venti iced coffee with soy, light ice, and 3 pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup.

:: i’m about to: start planning for Spring semester which starts tomorrow! 

:: listening to: my Korean music playlist, which is named 음악, because Google translate told me that’s how you write music in Korean, if it’s wrong please tell me I don’t want to be embarrassed. It’s my most listened to playlist and more specifically I am listening to Tell Me What To Do by SHINee

:: kids: Does my cat count? I call her my baby and her name is Mochi. Or is this like do I want to have them? Yes, I have wanted to be a mom since I was very little, but that’s also maybe because of child hood trauma that we do not have time to unpack, anyways I always pictured myself as a mom but like not as a wife? So kids even if I’m a single mom. 

:: get married: LMAO according to the above I am not like that invested in it, but also I am down to get married one day. I’m genuinely happy alone and I don’t actively seek out romantic relationships BUT ALSO I WANT TO BE LOVED DAMN IT. Idk one day but no time soon.

:: recent phone call: My mom because she face timed me and I could tell it was a butt dial and I was right. 

:: (have u ever) dated someone twice: No. I am the type of person that is done when I’m done and my mind isn’t going to be changed. Also I never liked anyone I dated that much OOP.

:: been cheated on: Probably, like they swore to the end that they didn’t, but he immediately started dating the girl (my best friend) that I swore he was cheating on me with SO LIKE EMOTIONALLY YES.

:: kissed someone and regretted it: Literally one of my boyfriends, and yet even after regretting the kiss I DATED HIM WHAT THE HELL

:: lost someone special: Yes. No way to make this entertaining or funny sorry.

:: been depressed: We are thicc into the effects of seasonal affective disorder SO YES (I’m sorry that effects my work on this blog and is proof that being depressed TM does not make you a better artist I CANT DO SHIT RIGHT NOW)

:: been drunk and thrown up: OKAY so yes, the first time was my freshman year of college and I WAS WASTED, and then not again until MY SENIOR YEAR where I would be LEGALLY ALLOWED TO DRINK. I learned the hard way that when I am out and my friend says WHO WANTS TO DO SHOTS if my immediate answer is yes, it should be no, because I never want to take a shot unless I am already too drunk. 

:: had glasses or contacts: I have both! I’ve had glasses since the first grade and I got contacts in the 7th grade, which I prefer because I like seeing in my peripheral.

:: had sex on the first date: well as a Virgin TM, no

:: broken someone’s heart: Yes, and I am not sorry OOP

:: turned someone down: Yes, and it is always awkward I hate it

:: cried when someone died: Yes, every time

:: fallen for a friend: Yes, refer back to I have a new crush every room I enter 

:: (in the last year have you) made a new friend: YES, I moved to a whole new state and made friends on this here website

:: laughed until u cried: Yes and its one of my favorite emotions

:: met someone who changed u: I think everyone we truly get to know and meet changes us in some way.

:: found out who your true friends were: Yes and that shit hurted

:: found out someone was talking about you: Probably, I am pretty oblivious to things like that, so I could genuinely never realize. 

:: lips or eyes: Eyes I guess. I’ve never thought about it but I guess I think more about eyes than lips when it comes to a person. 

:: hugs or kisses: Kisses are great but HUGS hit DIFFERENT. You can kiss random people and it means nothing except hey you’re hot, but THE THOUGHT of the person I love hugging me tight EUPHORIC

:: romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous romantic gestures

:: hookup or relationship: Relationship, even though like to think I’m a bad bitch that can’t be locked down, I also need to be comfortable with a person before I can be intimate.

:: first best friend: from birth until the beginning of high school, growing apart from her was worse than any break-up I’ve ever had and I still think about how my mom held me in the car while I cried about the end of our friendship. 

:: surgery: nope

:: sports i joined: I did Softball and basketball until high school, played JV volleyball for one year in the 8th grade, and then after that I was a Cheerleader.

:: do u believe in yourself: Sometimes. Recently when Fall semester ended I thought I did really poorly on my final papers, but when I presented in both classes people were really impressed. I had even started to wonder if trying to get my PhD was unrealistic. I think it was the reminder I needed that I am smart and strong and I can do most things if I set my mind to them, so I’m dedicated to believing in myself in 2020.

:: miracles: I don’t know. Maybe. I hate to take a strong stance and say no, but I’ve also never seen one. 

:: love at first sight: I believe in like at first sight, but not love. Love is a verb and requires work. Love is so much more than just seeing someone, it involves looking into their soul and saying I recognize the light in you and I love it. 

:: heaven: I was raised religious but idk man. It’s crazy because of how strongly I felt about this 6 years ago.

:: do u have any pets: My parents have a dog that I lived with until 6 months ago and I have a cat. I want another cat uwu.

:: do u want to change your name: No, I love my name. But my alias on here, I think about changing it all the time.

:: what did u do for your last birthday: I went out with my friends, and did really cute makeup, and was really feeling myself. 

:: what time did u wake up today: I got to sleep in since I had the day off, so 10:00 am.

:: what were u doing last night at midnight: Sleeping my dude, I passed out at like 10:00 pm

:: something i can’t wait for: my whole life I’ve been waiting to live the life I want to live, and I know this is a sad thing to say, but I still feel that way. It’s hard to change my mentality, but I’m very future focused. 

:: last time u saw your mum: AHHH recently! My parents came up last week and I got to see them for the first time since November, and my mom cried WHEN SHE WALKED INTO MY APARTMENT 

:: what is one thing u wish u could change about your life: I wish I could finally make a solid group of friends where I currently live, but I am very nervous about it and I don’t put myself out there ooof I also would like to stop procrastinating the things I want to do like my YouTube channel and I want to stop being depressed and I want to go to NYC more often

I’d like to tag…. @strawbxxymilk @honiboyyoon @helpitskpop @sketchguk 

[jamesbucksiclebarnes]

Rating: Mature: Language, threats of violence.

Chapter List: [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7] | [8] | [9] | [10] | [11] | [12] | [13] | [14] | [15] | [16] | [17] | [18] | [19]

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SERIES SUMMARY:

"Not human. She was not human. They all knew it. Could almost feel it, but couldn't make sense of it. That was why they were afraid. Not because of what she used to be Before. But because of what she was now."

Having found herself serving as the right-hand to the Governor for too long, Synnove le Jacques does her best to make things right with the people of the Prison. Stuck beside her partner in crime, her irritatingly obnoxious and hideously problematic best friend, Merle, she does her best to fight back against the monster she has let the Governor become.

CHAPTER TITLE: The Path to Dead Man’s Farm.

It was worse than we’d thought.

As we drove along the interstate, watching the fields go by in a sepia blur, it became quite obvious that we were going to need more people to get this job done. Daryl rose ahead, a good few metres in front of Michonne, Glenn, and I in our little sedan. At our backs, Tyreese and his sister, Sasha, drove the truck a handful of car lengths behind. As our little convey grew closer to the turn off that lead down to the first farmhouse, we couldn’t help but notice the biters shuffling through the fields. They began to group together the further along we drove, forming denser packs, almost multiplying in numbers with each passing mile.

By the time the turn off came into view, we knew it was going to be next to impossible to make it down that damn dirt road.

Daryl pulled off to the side, rolling to a stop and lifting his hand to indicate we do the same. Michonne brought the car to a stop beside him and I rolled down my window, opening my mouth to speak but finding myself only able to grimace as the truck behind us came to a halt. The squeak of the breaks was loud enough to draw the attention of a few dozen biters within the fields to our right. Thankfully, as they stumbled toward us, the barbed wire fence made short work of stopping them.

“There’s gotta be more than two-hundred of ‘em,” Daryl remarked, gesturing with one hand toward the dirt road just in view over the slight hill before us.

“Well, I got thirty bullets,” I remarked with a soft grin. “So, I’ll just have to take out six or so for every shot. That’ll be a piece of cake, right?”

Daryl snorted but shook his head, anyway, just in case I was being serious. “Ain’t no way we’re cutting a path for the cars.”

I straightened in my seat in order to peer across Daryl, to the dirt road. Even from this distance, I could see the bobbing heads of biters, so numerous they all but shrouded the horizon with their numbers. A frown formed on my face as I turned to look at Michonne.

“Way I see it, we have two choices. Glenn and Sasha drive while the four of us cut down as many as we can,” I said. “Or, we go home.” And I use way too much magic to grow the crops and likely end up putting my moronic ass in a coma or something equally irritatingly stupid.

Michonne pursed her lips in thought, looking across me at Daryl and lifting a questioning brow. Glenn leant forwards, putting his head in the space between the two front seats and looking at us all in turn.

“Why do I have to drive?” he asked.

“You want the honest answer to that?” I responded, turning in my seat to look at him with a bemused grin. “Maggie would kill us if anything happened to you. Also, it would disappoint Hershel, which is somehow more terrifying a prospect than Maggie’s rage.”

Glenn snorted.

“Hershel will be disappointed if we push on when we know we shouldn’t,” Michonne said plainly, sinking back into her seat.

Behind us, Tyreese climbed out of the truck bed and made his way over to us, coming to a stop beside Daryl’s bike.

“What’s the game plan?” he asked, leaning down in order to peer through my open window at the rest of us.

I glanced at Michonne and Glenn before turning back to the other two with a shrug. “Fuck knows, mate.”

“We could take the truck through, run ‘em down?” Tyreese suggested.

I shook my head the same time Daryl said, “Nah.”

“It might work for a solid minute or two, but sooner or later, you’ll get bogged in corpses,” I said with a grimace. “Which, believe me, will not be pretty.”

Tyreese’s face scrunched into a cringe as he shook his head. “Yeah, maybe not.”

“We could lead them away?” Glenn suggested, giving me and Michonne a hopeful smile.

“Could work,” I responded. “How’d you go about it?”

Glenn glanced down at the sedan’s console, brows furrowing as he reached out a hand to play with one of the buttons on the dusty radio. “We could turn on the music? Lure them down?”

“If you’re comfortable with two-hundred undead groupies following you and your music along, sure,” I remarked with a chuckle.

Glenn frowned, leaning forward a fraction further to look up at Tyreese. “Does the radio work in the truck?”

“Yes,” I answered before Tyreese even had a chance to think on it. When I received a handful of confused looks, I glanced out the window at Daryl with a bemused chuckle. “Merle and I used to take it out on runs. We’d fight over the music.” My gaze slid back across to Tyreese as I gestured with my hand toward the truck itself. “There should be a couple of good ole tapes in the centre consol. Do not touch the ones that have an “M” written on them, unless you want your ears to bleed.”

Daryl snorted at that, which made me smile.

“Alright, I’ll get Sasha to drive to the opening of the road,” Tyreese began with a serious nod. “Once she’s cleared some of them out, the four of us will head down there and cut down what we can.”

“Four? What about me?” Glenn asked with a frown.

“You drive behind us,” I said, looking up at Tyreese to make sure that was where his head had been, too. “Watch our backs and give us an easy out if things get too much.”

Tyreese nodded, a smile slowly stretching across his face. “Exactly.”

We grinned at one another for a moment and I felt myself beginning to wonder if he was starting to believe I wasn’t quite as unnerving as he’d originally thought. The thought made my chest warm slightly. It was nice to think, even just for a moment, that maybe not everyone on the council agreed with Claire.

Daryl kicked the stand on his bike out and slid off the seat, walking around it to stand by my window as Tyreese strode down to the trunk in order to inform his sister of our plans. His eyes were narrowed slightly in the stream of sunlight that cast a hollow shadow across his face as he peered into the car.

“You sure ‘bout this?” he asked us.

I gave a confident nod, as did Michonne. Glenn seemed a little put out, but he lifted his head in response anyway. Daryl’s boots shuffled against the asphalt as he shifted his weight, taking a deep breath and blowing it out through his nose in a sigh.

“Why, you scared, Little Dixon?” I asked, grinning cheekily up at him.

He cocked a thin brow and scoffed. “Like hell.”  

The sound of a slamming door behind us made him straighten, turning to look back as Tyreese made his way toward the car with a fire axe gripped tightly in both of his meaty hands. Daryl pulled his crossbow from his shoulder and stepped back to allow me space to exit the vehicle.

Michonne got out with me, stepping to the back to collect her blade as Glenn crawled through the centre to find his place in the driver’s seat.

“We set?” Tyreese asked, looking between us all as I unsheathed the two knives on my belt.

Michonne secured the strap of her sheath over his shoulders and nodded.

“Keen as a bean,” I remarked, skilfully spinning the two knives in my hands.

Tyreese looked down at them with a small frown before glancing down the road, waving a hand at his sister. Her head was barely visible above the dashboard of the truck as it rumbled to a start.

I looked down at my hands as I spun the knives, pursing my lips in thought. Often, I’d find myself wondering exactly what level of skill I should really be displaying in front of the others. After all, there was no one currently left alive that knew the truth of my previous profession. And I kind of wanted to keep it that way. Which meant, keeping a lid on the extent of my murderous abilities. However, could I truly hold myself back when doing so could potentially put Daryl or Michonne at risk?

These were the kinds of questions that kept me up at night.

As the truck peeled out from its position behind the sedan, Sasha wound down the window and hit play on the radio. Clear as day, loud enough to rattle the windows, the sound of Celine Dion’s voice cut through the silent air like a blade through a biters skull.

Instantly, everyone turned to look at me with a cocked brow. Even Daryl.

I pointed at him. “Don’t you look at me. That’s your brothers.”

His brows rose. “Bullshit.”

“Cross my heart.” My grin widened as Daryl’s look of confusion morphed into an amused smile.

“Bullshit,” he echoed, though more out of surprise than accusation.

“Never would have guessed,” Michonne remarked with an equally amused grin.

“He was a man of many mysteries,” I remarked, chuckling under my breath as I watched Sasha pull the truck over to the opening of the turn off.  

The biters along the road began to shuffle down toward her, kicking up a cloud of dirt as they moved in uncoordinated unison toward the loud sounds coming from the truck. We waited until Sasha had begun to pull away, leading a long line of undead behind her, before we began to move forward.

By the time we got there, Sasha was already almost half a mile down the road, a trail of biters following along to the sounds of Celine Dion’s voice. Glenn rolled to a stop at the opening of the road as Daryl lifted his crossbow and shot an arrow clear through the closest biter’s face. I began to march my way down the dirt path, twirling my knives until I came close enough to strike. Quick as a snake, I thrust my arm out, clearing the two biters on either side of me in one smooth motion. Before they had even hit the ground, I stepped forward, slashing upwards with one hand and slicing a biter’s face near in half before twisting around it to stab another pair through their eye sockets.

Michonne slashed along behind me, followed by Tyreese as he grunted and swung his axe down on biter after biter. Daryl remained a few paces back for the first few before shouldering the crossbow and using both his bowie knife and one of the loose arrows he’d pulled from a biter to clear the way.

Glenn remained at a safe distance, rolling the car along with us as we made slow progress up the dirt road.

The biters out in the fields had begun to shuffle their way over toward the road, too, catching themselves on the barbed wire fence like a group of flies attracted to honey. Though, the more of them that came, the less stable the fence became. I kept half an eye on the wooden posts holding the wire together as I cut my way through biter after biter, noting the way the ground behind the post began to move as the wood was pushed forwards.

We were far enough down the dirt road that the farmhouse was clear in view, barely half a mile away. All we needed to do was reach it before those fences gave way.

#

Luck, as it turned out, was not on our side.

We’d barely made it another ten or so feet down the dirt road before I heard the tell-tale sound of splintering wood. It was slight enough that I knew I was the only one that heard it, barely loud enough to catch my attention over the gargling biters and Tyreese, Michonne, and Daryl’s grunts of effort as they sliced and diced their way down the path.

I stabbed and slashed at the two biters between me and Daryl faster than what was likely humanly possible, reaching out to catch his arm. Before he could even turn to face me, I began yanking him backward, toward the car.

“Ty! Michonne! The car! Now!”

None of them argued. My tone of voice left no room for disagreement.

As we moved toward the car, I waved at Glen to move aside. He put the car in park and slid between the two seats, pushing open the door for Michonne and Ty to climb in beside him. I let go of Daryl only long enough for him to make a move toward the passenger’s side whilst I dove into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut on a biter’s outstretched hand. The thing fell into my lap but I paid it no mind as I shoved the car back into gear.

The sound of cracking wood echoed through the air outside, loud enough now that the others could hear it, even through the closed windows. It started behind us. Biters began to surge forward as the wooden posts gave way beneath their weight, trampling over the fallen barbed wire in their path as they went. A morbidly amusing thought came to mind as I watched the fence give way in the rear-view mirror, post after post. It was like a damn Mexican wave of undead, surging onto the dirt road.

I slammed my foot down on the gas, propelling us forward and into the gathered crowd of biters beyond. Bodies crashed against the bonnet of the car as we sped forwards, smashing into the windscreen, spreading spiderwebs across the glass and decorating them with leaking viscera. It got so bad that I could barely see through the layer of blood and gore, which wasn’t great, considering I was speeding forwards at sixty miles an hour down a short dirt road.

Thankfully, I was the one behind the wheel. My keen eyes and lightning fast reflexes enabled me to react at a rate far superior than the average human.

All it took was a glimpse, slight thought it was, to know where I was and what I needed to do. Without warning, I jerked the wheel to the side. The car slid out, drifting sideways down the last stretch of road, knocking back biter after biter until our speed was reduced to almost nothing.

We skid to a stop merely two feet away from the staircase that lead up to the farmhouse’s entrance. Daryl pushed his door open, lifting his crossbow and taking a blind shot at the biter hovering outside before pushing past it and leaping up the first stair.

Michonne, Glenn, and Ty slid out of the back, following Daryl up the staircase. Biters trailed behind them, too busy on their tail to notice that the door to the car had been left open and I was still inside.

There were too many of them for me to even attempt to get through, so I waited until I heard the front door slam open and then shut before I made my move.

I leant back in my seat and kicked out at the cracks in the windshield, shattering the glass with enough force to pop out the window’s frame. Cautiously, I climbed through and onto the bonnet. The metal was slick with blood. My boots barely had enough grip to counter it, though it thankfully made it a lot more difficult for the biters to climb up alongside me.

They noticed my presence instantly, turning away from the front door of the farmhouse and all but throwing themselves down the staircase toward me. From the road, more and more of them flooded forwards, crashing into the side of the car with enough force to rock it from side to side.

I almost lost my balance as I stepped toward the house, looking up at the overhanging eave that kept the porch shielded from the midday sun.

“Syn! Let me go! She’s still out there! Syn!”

I heard Daryl’s voice screaming from inside the farmhouse and swallowed back against my rising trepidation. The car was rocking violently now, as if I were standing atop a boat in the midst of an ocean storm.

Without thinking about how difficult a jump like this would have been for any regular person, I leapt, reaching my hands out to grip onto the eave’s guttering. Using my body’s momentum, I swung back, simultaneously using my grip to pull myself up and onto the overhanging roof. I scrambled up onto the tiles, cautious not to disrupt them from their placing as I climbed onto my feet.

I could hear rapid footfalls from inside, growing louder and louder until Daryl’s panicked face appeared through the glass of the second story window before me. He reached down and unlatched it, pulling half of the frame up as I made my way up the slight slant of the roof toward him.  

Once I was close enough, he stepped back to give me enough room to slide inside.

Michonne, Glenn and Ty appeared in the doorway of what appeared to be a teenage girl’s bedroom, their expressions of relief matched only by their exhausted laughs.

“Thought you were a goner for a second there,” Glenn remarked, stepping further in the room in order to slap a hand against my shoulder.

I snorted a laugh. “Ye of little faith.”

Tyreese, leaning against the doorframe, cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to ruin the moment, here, but, uh… Now what?”

I pursed my lips as I turned in place to look back out the window I had climbed in through, taking in the ocean of biters that had rolled in from the fields. They had begun to surround the house, almost mindlessly, as if they were propelled by little more than the very basic need for movement.

“Good question.”

[downeyhoe]

At first you thought he was cute, marching around the office like he owns the place — even though he technically does — without a care in the world. Confidence is a very admirable quality that he has no shortage of. His short greying hair and and clean shaven chin, distinguished eyes, and the glasses perched on his nose. All traits you find intolerably sexy.

But then it’s an every day occurrence, mainly because he’s always riding the highs of his success and it’s starting to grate on your nerves because now it feels like he thinks he’s superior to every other litigator in the building, which to be fair, he kind of is, but that doesn’t mean he has to act like he is.

The thing is, although he’s insatiably attractive and smart and witty and the best damn lawyer you’ve ever met, he’s still smug and snarky and it pisses you the fuck off. So you decide to do something about it even though he’s technically your boss and nearly two decades older than you. It’s not something you dwell on.

You still haven’t decided what you want to do to take him down a few notches when he calls you into his office one night after a successful case won. You were second chair and deserve just as much credit as he does and you’re determined to get your fair share of the glory. All the congratulations had been directed at him all fucking day.

There are a few straggling paralegals wandering about, though they’re grabbing their coats and heading for the exit.

You knock on his open door and peak your head inside, “You rang?” You ask with just a touch of irritation.

“Come in. Shut the door,” he tells you, not looking up from the file in his lap. His feet are propped onto his desk and his charcoal tie is loose, the top button of his lavender shirt undone.

It’s absolutely maddening how attractive he looks.

You do as you’re told and move across the room to stand in front of his desk, waiting. He finally looks at you for a long, steady moment and his eyes make your skin itch, like he’s surveying you. Appraising you and you’re worth as a lawyer.

“You did a good job today. We wouldn’t have won if you hadn’t gotten the undoctored phone records.”

You’re surprised by his praise. You haven’t seen him pay very many compliments because most of the less experienced attorneys could barely pass the BAR let alone competently handle their cases.

You blink a few times, but otherwise remain silent.

With a laugh, he lets his feet fall off the corner of the desk as he tosses the file onto it, “This is usually where you say thank you or something of that nature.”

Finally regaining some semblance of coherency, you nod, “Thank you, Mr. Paul.”

The sound of his name seems to make his eyes darken and he leans back in his chair. You imagine yourself climbing into his lap and riding him until he’s begging you to let him come. Your fingers in his hair and his lips on your neck.

“You’re here late.”

His voice brings you out of your entirely too inappropriate fantasy and you nod, “Getting a head start on the next case.”

“Already? Jesus, you’re relentless.”

“I don’t have the luxury of being complacent,” you scoff.

There’s that smug grin again. You want more than anything to wipe it off his face, “Are you saying I do?”

“No..” You lie.

“Hm…”

Does he have to be so insufferable? Does he have to smile like that? The mischievous twinkle in his eyes is all too telling and you’re just about done with his superiority complex.

Marching toward him, your take a vindictive kind of pleasure at the startled look on his face when you spin his chair around and stand between his parted legs.

“I’m so sick of you treating me like I’m some incompetent little twit.”

The surprise is gone and that smile is back. God he’s infuriating.

“I’m not your little bimbo secretary with half a brain cell. I’m three times the lawyer any of these other vapid people are and it would be great if you stopped acting like you’re the only one who can win a case around here.”

When he doesn’t stop smiling up at you, you’ve had enough and with a shocking amount of grace you straddle him in his chair and prop yourself over him, lips crushing against his in a forceful kiss. It’s all distraction though and soon his tie pulled from around his neck and placed around his wrists behind his back instead, keeping him adequately restrained.

Standing from his lap, it’s your turn to smile at him in the smug way he always does. His eyes are wide and dark and begging you to do something. For once he doesn’t have a snappy remark on his silver tongue.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Paul?”

He tugs at the firm knot around his wrists and narrows his eyes at you.

You’re done with talking at the moment because the way his legs are spread and the growing bulge in his very finely tailored pants is starting to catch your attention. Slowly sinking to your knees, you place your hands on his and work them up thighs and back down again. Each time you move them up, you get just a little bit closer until your thumbs graze the now hard as a rock erection in his pants.

His eyes watch you keenly, all trace of smugness and superiority vanished.

If you had any rational thoughts in your head you’d stop now and demand a raise and maybe to be made partner but the fact of the matter is that despite his infuriating condescending nature he’s still the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And you’re nearly shaking at the thought of him filling you up.

So you don’t stop. You reach for his belt teasingly, unbuckling it at a glacial speed. Then you abandon the belt just before you get it fully unbuckled and move instead to unbutton his shirt. It’s a good choice because the taut muscles hidden beneath are a sight to behold. You run your fingers down his chest in a feather light touch, skimming them over his abs and letting your thumb circle his navel.

He tosses his head back when your fingers dip under the wasitline of the boxer briefs that peak out just a touch from the top of his pants.  It’s quick though. Can’t give him too much at once. He lifts his head again and glares at you when you continue torturing him with light touches across his skin.

Leaning up, you place a kiss in the middle of his chest, your daring eyes right on him. From there you kiss a trail to his left peck, gingerly nibbling on his nipple. You do the same to the right and you can feel his breath speeding up. Repeating the process until you’ve had your fill, you move up to suck on his throat, applying your teeth again and not leaving until you’re sure there will be bruising.

Again, you move down, stopping at his chest again but not for long. You finally go lower and lower, tongue tracing and you reach his bellybutton. You nip once and he jumps a little in the chair. In all your time paying special attention to his chest, you’ve undone his belt fully and even gotten the zipper and button of his pants out of the way before he notices.

Then your hand presses firmly to his straining cock and he gasps, “Shit…”

It’s the first word out of his mouth since you tied his hands behind his back and it makes you grin at him with a sinister amount of pleasure. You massage him firmly, a stark contrast to the feather light touches from earlier, and feel the shape and size of him through the cotton material.

Your mouth is watering at the thought of fucking him in his desk chair while his hands are bound and the image is enough to have you pulling his cock out to finally release him from his cloth prison.

His eyes are blurry and unfocused as you begin stroking him from root to tip, his girth and length making your anticipation grow. So maybe he does have a reason to be cocky.

Your thumb brushes his tip and he hisses, hips bucking forward and you just smile at him. Teasing him is your new favorite game.

“What are you thinking about, Mr. Paul?”

He grits his teeth and works his jaw.

“Getting you back for this. Bending you over my desk –– or maybe Stacy’s desk since you think she’s a twit –– and fucking you until you’re begging me to let you come,” he growls lowly.

You grip him tightly and watch his pupils dilate.

It’s a pleasing thought. Way too pleasing.

With a pace that’s even slower than before, you lean forward, your amused smile betraying your intentions. Before he can comprehend what you’re doing, your lips close around his leaking tip and you suck, making him toss his head back with a breathless groan.

You decide that even you’ve had enough with the teasing because you can feel how wet your panties are and if you don’t have him soon, you might just explode from the tension. So with a different kind of torture, you set an unforgiving pace as you bob your head up and down his length, taking him as far as you can until he hits the back of your throat and then some when his hips thrust upward. You smile around his cock and squeeze the base of him while your lips and tongue and even your teeth work against him.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he pants, chest heaving, “I need to fuck you. Please ––“

His begging is cut off with a gasp when you slip him out of your mouth and rise from the floor with a grin. Your blouse and skirt are gone in an instant, followed by your bra and panties. You enjoy the predatory look on his face as you straddle his lap and let your slick heat brush against his waiting length. His head bows forward to take your breast between his lips and he applies his tongue and teeth on you in ways that you’ve never felt before. You’re half tempted to until him to see what he can do with his hands, but you decide that that’s for another time.

Without warning, his hips come up and yours join them as you sink onto him and you’re both gasping and freezing as he finally breeches you. He fills you up more than anyone else ever has. You don’t even have dildos that meet these requirements.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moans into your chest, placing wet kisses from one breast to the other and then up your neck. You tighten your walls around him experimentally and he juts his hips up against you with a deep grunt.

It has the desired effect, you think, because soon you’re working your hips up and down his length and gripping his shoulders for stability. He’s breathing into your skin and doing his best to meet you thrust for thrust, but with his hands behind his back and his pants and boxers still tangled around his thighs, there’s not much he can do, sadly.

“Just like that,” he breathes and looks up at you. You notice that his glasses are askew and with a devious smirk, you pluck them from his face and settle them onto your nose without your movements faltering in the slightest.

He gapes at you in shock as you continue to bounce along his length and the building orgasm deep within your core is the only thing stopping you from teasing him just a bit more. You push a hand through his hair, tip his head back and press your lips together in a desperate, not too practiced kiss. His tongue is hot on yours and you chase his back between his parted lips.

It’s when you feel his arms around your waist that you realize where things went wrong. Your synchronized thrusting and rustling had loosened the tie around his wrists until it fell away, relinquishing your carefully controlled power over him.

Without much grace, he stands from the chair with your legs around his waist and pushes off a pile of papers from his desk and onto the floor, dumping you onto it. He resumes thrusting into you, but this time much more effectively, and with the sudden change in position as well as the unreached depths he’s just discovered, you’re crashing over the abyss of your climax with startling velocity and intensity.

He’s right there with you, tossing his head back and continuing to buck his hips wildly between your legs as you feel the heat of his release fill you. You both collapse into a heap on his desk once the final waves of your orgasms fade away and he breathes heavily into your neck.

“Holy shit,” he groans, placing wet kisses along your neck and down your shoulder.

His stubble tickles you and you snicker quietly, squirming away from him until he lifts his head. His smile is soft this time, far less smug and condescending.

Mission accomplished.

[signutai]

20 and Muffler + Darkness Blade bc that's !! Cute !! Or 76 with WonZon bc that's also cute !! Whichever you want just bls one of'em !!!

[twistedrunes]

Shirts: Alfie

This is the fifth of the short stories I am writing based on the prompt above.

Arthur

Tommy

Michael

John

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15493077

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and language (NSFW)

“What’s up, pup?” The familiar rumble of Alfie Solomons rich voice fills your ear. Even over the phone, you can picture the quirked eyebrow he gave you when he spoke. You groan at his insistence at using the nickname he’d given you when you were both children when Alfie was best mates with your older brother. The older brother you had adored. The older brother you followed around everywhere, like a pup. Thirteen-year-old Alfie and your brother had found this wildly amusing. Alfie still did apparently.

“Hello to you too, Mr Dull-ole-man” You quip back. An insult, which as eleven-year-old you had found amazingly witty and cutting. To be fair, you hadn’t improved on it in the years since.

Alfie chuckles, “Fuck, if that’s isn’t getting truer by the day.” He laments his moniker.

“Something I can help you with Alfie?” You ask lightly ignoring his melancholy. “I’ve got an appointment in fifteen minutes.”

“Right. Yeah.” Alfie clears his throat. You roll your eyes at his discomfort with any reference to your work. “You free on the 20th? Blind Children’s Charity Dinner.” His voice now all business. Your occupation, a source of friction between you for a long time.

“Hold on.” You say flicking your diary to the date in question. “Yeah, that’s fine. You’ll send a car?”

“Yeah, me or Ollie ’ll come get ya. Seven o’clock alright?”

“Perfect.” You respond hesitating, mostly to cause Alfie some discomfort, before continuing “You want the whole night?” You tease.

“Eh, eh.” A noise, a mixture of a laugh and discomfort warms your ear. You can hear the static as Alfie’s fingers work the hair on his chin scratching it against the mouthpiece, picturing the glint in his eye and the cheeky grin on his face. “Yeah, all night.” He pauses briefly to allow you to respond; you stay quiet. “Been a while since we’ve seen each other ain’t it?”

“Too long.” You reply fondly.

                                          —————————–

On the surface, the pair of you had a business relationship. You provided Alfie with a companion to attend functions with, someone, pleasant to look at, who could make easy conversation and be witty and delightful on cue. Someone, so he wasn’t alone and at risk of being paired off with any available young Jewish woman within spitting distance. Someone, no one would even consider him having any kind of relationship with, beyond the services people assumed he was paying for. This assumption meaning you would never be considered as a potential target for his enemies. In truth, it was more complicated.

For starters, you never charged Alfie. He’d tried to pay you the first time when he’d picked you up on the side of the road, and you’d ended up in bed together. The combination of grief and familiarity driving you into each other’s arms. 

Back long before you had an established escort business. Back just after the war when you turned tricks on the side of the road to keep food in your belly and a roof over your head. The sharp slap across his face had made it abundantly clear how you had felt about the stack of notes on the bedside when you woke the next morning.

It hadn’t been an accident that he’d found you. He and James had been more than friends, but partners who were working their way up, or down depending on your point of view, the criminal underworld of London. He’d come looking when he came home from France. Knowing you were alone, and that James had been killed not even six months into the war. He had felt compelled to look after his best mates little sister.

He’d tried to employ you in the bakery more than once. Tried to marry you once too. But you’d always been willful and didn’t want to be dependent on anyone. Especially someone like Alfie who in building his empire seemed to be in permanent danger of getting dead. You had looked after yourself during the long years while the war dragged on and the hungry six months after when hardly anyone was willing to pay for sex. When the euphoria that the war was over seemed created a rampant desire in men and women alike causing them all to disregard any notion of how ‘nice’ people behaved.

                                         —————————– 

On the nineteenth, you are not surprised when a package is delivered to your house. Alfie always sent you clothes to wear when you escorted him. Often jewellery and other accessories as well. Not surprised but still excited, you hurry it to the kitchen table before ripping off the brown paper. You sigh happily as you pull the beautiful gown from the box. As always far more demure than anything you would typically wear, but it was still stunning. Deep burgundy satin embroidered with what must have been thousands of beads and sequins, it was high necked, full length with capped sleeves. Beautiful but still appropriate enough to wear in front of Alfie’s conservative acquaintances. A row of jewel-like buttons ran down the back, from the top of the neck to the bottom of the bodice. You made a mental note to allow more time for dressing; such fiddly fastenings were going to take time.

Gifts of friendship Alfie called them. The dresses, jewellery, perfumes and other trinkets he brought you when you escorted him. You had pointed out to him on more than one occasion that the gifts far exceeded what you would charge for an evening or even overnight. 

The first gift of friendship had arrived the day after you had slapped him for trying to pay you. A basket of bread and an assortment of fruit, vegetables and meat along with milk and cheese. Apparently impossible to get, unless it seemed you were Alfie Solomons. A gift that had been delivered weekly for the three months following. A gift you weren't too proud to admit had kept the wolves from the door and you from starving to death. Over the years as starvation became less of a risk and Alfie’s empire grew the gifts became less practical and more lavish.

                                         —————————– 

“So you coming back to mine?” Alfie asks as he holds open the car door.

“I booked out the night for you as we agreed.” You tease.

“Well thank you, sweetie. Very kind of you that is. I know how in demand you are.” He teases back.

You slide over and tuck yourself under his arm as he starts the car, enjoying the familiar comfort of his touch. “I’ll always make time for you Alfie.”

Alfie smiles at you, dropping a kiss on your forehead, before pulling you more tightly against him. “Thanks for coming tonight. It wasn’t too boring was it?” He asks.

“No, I mean I could listen to Mrs March talk about moral decay for hours.” You say with an exaggerated groan and eye roll, as you slip your shoes off, tucking your feet up under you.

You choose not to tell him about the snide comments directed at yourself and him whenever he was out of earshot. It had taken all of your strength not to punch the two-faced women happy enough to take Alfie’s considerable donations but still not willing to see him as anything beyond a murderous gangster. You had never known the supposedly violent and unstable man Alfie was rumoured to be. With you, he had only ever been kind and gentle. Pup the closest thing to an unkind word ever to pass his lips. You weren’t stupid you knew the rumours and probably more were true, but you knew he was much more.

Alfie chuckles “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that pup. But business innit.”

“Such interesting things she told me,” You say your voice light, your hand brushing against his chest.

“Mm, like what?” Alfie replies cautiously, wondering where this was going.

“Well, did you know Alf, that cars are a leading cause of corruption in today’s society?”

Alfie snorts “And how’s that then?”

“Well all these fancy young men with their flashy cars, go out and pick up ladies of the night.” You grin, slipping your hand along the inside of Alfie’s thigh and up to his crotch, palming over the firmness already there. “Sometimes they even have sex with them in their cars.” You look up at him, eyes wide in mock shock.

“Is that so?” Alfie muses, his fingers caressing your hip.

“Yep.” You say popping the fastenings on his pants and guiding him free of his boxers. “Mm.” You hum in satisfaction at how quickly he hardens in your hand as you fondle him.

“Careful, love. Don’t want us crashing into a tree do ya?” Alfie’s says his voice heavy.

You reposition yourself and flick your tongue over the head of his cock.

“Sweetie, please.” Alfie sighs, his fingers pulling the combs holding your hair in place free, causing your hair to tumble around your face.

“Okay.” You say, moving as if to stop, but instead, you open your mouth and take him completely.

Alfie’s hips buck with a cry of “Fuck!” His hand plunging into your hair, fingers curling, pulling the silken tresses into his palm.

You swallow. Alfie tugs at your hair in a half-hearted attempt at getting you to stop. You simply allow him to pull you up, you hollow your cheeks, before teasing your tongue over the tip. Eliciting a low growl from somewhere in Alfie’s chest, which continues as you slide back down his length.  

From this angle you can’t take him completely, so you wrap your hand around him, caressing the parts of him you can’t take in your mouth. You bob your head, sucking and slurping happily. Alfie’s hand continues working in your hair, alternating between caressing your neck with his fingertips and gently pulling your hair. An action guaranteed to make you moan. In your periphery, you can see his hand on the steering wheel, knuckles white with the effort of concentration. You begin to bob faster, creating more suction with your mouth as you do so. Your hand slides down, fingertips caressing his balls. You feel them tighten and Alfie’s back start to arch. You stop. “Wait.” You instruct.

“No,” Alfie says firmly, pulling the car over to the verge and breaking hard. You nearly slide off the seat, but Alfie catches you. Holding you under your arms as he pulls you into his lap, with your back to his chest. He reefs your skirt up, his hands fly to your hips, expecting to find underwear to remove; finding nothing, he groans a string of curses and praises. His hand slides between your legs. You’re already wanting, his fingers finding your wetness easily. He eagerly spreads you, your head dropping back as he finds your clit.

Using the steering wheel for support you lift yourself, resting your shins on the seat, parallel with Alfie’s thighs for leverage. Alfie’s fingers explore you again before he rubs himself against you. Sighing as he glides over you easily. You lower yourself slightly as he presses against your entrance. You both grunt as he pushes into you. You moan happily as you rock your hips feeling him open you. Both of you stay still for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

Alfie’s arm wraps under your arm, fingers grazing your throat, holding you against him as he thrusts up into you, setting a steady rhythm. You lean back against him, shivering as his beard scratches against your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips caress the skin above the high collar of the dress. You arch your back as his hands come to your breasts, engulfing them. He mutters slightly at their constriction in the dress but hums in pleasure as your nipples harden against his palms, straining against the fabric. 

Your hand rises to the back of his neck, fingers grabbing handfuls of hair. You can feel the pressure building in you, hips lifting in your own rhythm. Alfie adjusts, matching you, his hand sliding down your front to between your legs. The coolness of the metal on his fingers and wrist shock you as he begins rubbing your clit in time with your thrusts. Your nails dig into the back of his neck as you peak. You fall forward as you crash through your orgasm, hands gripping the steering wheel. Alfie’s hands grab your hips as he thrusts into you, your tightening walls pulling his own orgasm from him.

Alfie holds you back against his chest kissing your cheek “Been too fucking long.” He says as he lifts you off him. You moan a little as he slides out of you. He settles you back on the seat, and you shuffle to pull your dress back down. Alfie watches, chewing on his bottom lip. “You been a bit hard up love?” He asks as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Can’t afford knickers.” He teases.

You turn to face him, hand cupping his cheek and smoothing his beard “Figured they’d just slow things down.”

Alfie’s eyes sparkle as he tucks himself away, giving only a little nod that he had heard you. He starts the car and pulls back onto the road, his arm holding you against him for the duration of the trip home.

                                         —————————– 

“For fuck’s sake!” Alfie cries fingers fumbling with the delicate buttons on the back of your dress.

You can’t help but laugh seeing the frustration on his face in the mirror in front of you. “Well, you chose it.”

“A fucking mistake an’ all. It’s not a fucking dress, is it? Fucking chastity belt it is. Should come with a fucking warning; the man with the woman wearing this dress will die of fucking blue balls before he can fucking get it off ‘er.” He rants.

You laugh harder, you hand reaching up behind you to find only four of the buttons undone. “We managed without taking it off before.” You say turning and running your hand over his naked chest. Your lips finding his collarbone.

“Yeah well, that’s all fucking good in the fucking car. But now I need those beautiful tits of yours out so I can give ‘em the attention they deserve right?” He turns you, attempting the next button again. You’re still laughing, so the button slips through his fingers. “And you can stop laughing an’ all” he grunts. You attempt to turn around again “Fucking stand still.” He roars, grabbing your waist and lifting you from the floor, propelling you to the bed. He tosses you onto the mattress face down. He climbs on top of you, straddling your hips holding you in place. He continues struggling with the buttons for another minute. Before, with a roar of frustration, he grabs the two sides ripping them apart. Buttons fly around the room like machine gun fire, pinging off all the surfaces and scuttling across the timber floor.

“Alfie!” You cry into the mattress.

“Well, that’s, that then.” He says standing again and flipping you onto your back before peeling the fabric down your torso to your waist, slipping it down over your hips. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of your bare chest, skimming his fingers over you. Before returning his attention to his nemesis, grabbing handfuls of the skirt, he whips it down your legs and tosses the entire thing in the corner. He nods in satisfaction pushing his pants and boxers to his ankles. “Now that’s fucking better innit?” He says rubbing his cock as his eyes run over you wolfishly.

“Alfie!” You say crossly, sitting up, hands behind you for support. “You’ve destroyed that dress. How the hell will I get home tomorrow? I’ll be fucking arrested!”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that love,” he says fingers running along your jaw as he trails off, skimming his fingers down your neck to your chest, pushing you gently back against the mattress. He positions himself above you, kissing you tenderly, his mouth working along your jaw, down your neck, continuing over your chest before sucking your nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You cry as the sensation travels through you like a bolt of lightning.

You feel Alfie smile against you, his hand kneading one breast while his mouth works the other. He swaps over after a minute, his beard reddening your chest as he continues. Your fingers work into his hair and scratch at his back as he continues. “Alfie,” you moan reaching for his cock.

“Wait,” He grunts, removing his mouth only long enough to issue the instruction. But he changes position slightly and trails his hand between your thighs. Your back arches, wantonly forcing his hand in contact with you. He keeps his hand obstinately still. Your hand rests over his, guiding his fingers where you want them. Alfie lifts his head, meeting your eye. “Sorry, love I’m no good with buttons.” He says, smirking and eyes flashing as he presses his palm to the mattress between your legs.

Your head rolls back as you groan. “Bastard.” You grumble with a laugh. You press against his muscled forearm searching for stimulation. Alfie moves his arm just enough so it’s not touching you, smirking as he returns his attention to your breasts. Your nipples are bullets, each nip, flick or squeeze travelling directly between your legs. Need drives your hand between your legs, quickly falling into a familiar rhythm.

Feeling your arm bumping against him as you play with yourself, Alfie lifts his face from your chest watching you. His hand still caressing your breasts and nipples. “That’s a fucking sight for sore eyes that is.” He says, tongue skating over his lips as he watches you. “You tell me when you’re close love, right?” he says brushing the hair from your face.

It doesn’t take long. “Alfie,” You moan feeling yourself racing towards your release.

Alfie kneels between your legs, pulling your ass up his thighs and guiding himself into you. Unintelligible words flowing from your mouth as he fills you. His hands return to your breasts twisting the nipples as he thrusts and you rub at yourself desperately. A final tweak is all it takes and you cum, screaming Alfie’s name. Alfie’s thrusts increase as he fucks you through your orgasm. Not stopping as you go limp, his hands leaving marks on your hips as he searches for his own release. Knowing what he needs you take your breasts in your own hands, kneading them and tugging at the nipples. Alfie grunts in appreciation. You cum again as he does.

Exhausted and spent you lay together, hands caressing each other until sleep takes you.

                                         —————————– 

You hiss as the rough fabric of Alfie’s shirt grates over your nipple. Still raw from last night the stimulation skating the razor-thin line between pleasure and pain. You can feel the heat growing between your legs.  

“Sweetie?” You hear Alfie padding down the hall, the soft sound of his feet meaning he’s not wearing any shoes. “Have you seen me,” You look over your shoulder as he reaches the doorway “shirt.” He finishes, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his bare chest, trousers hanging loosely on his hips. As he takes the sight of you in, he cocks his eyebrow, and a broad smile becomes visible through his beard. 

“Well, I had nothing else, you ruined my dress!” you say indignantly turning back to the tea preparations.

You hear Alfie grunt behind you, then his soft footsteps as he crosses the room to you. “Wasn’t complaining love.” He says, nuzzling your hair from your neck before placing a gentle kiss where your neck meets your shoulder. “Probably the best that shirt’s ever looked.” He comments, his hands tugging the hem up, before slipping his hands under the fabric and over the soft skin of your stomach.

You turn your head, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Well, I gotta say I prefer you without it.” You tease.

Alfie presses his teeth lightly against your neck, another smile causing you to shiver as his beard tickles the sensitive skin of your neck. Alfie’s arms wrap around you comfortingly. He breathes deeply. “But now you smell like me.” He sighs.

“I like it.” You say resting your cheek against his head.

“It’s not doing much for me, love. I can tell ya. I know what I smell like, and I much prefer your delectable scent. Think we best do something about it.”

“Yeah, like what?” You retort.

“Only thing we can do.” He says scooping you up “Wash it off.” He says striding down the hall towards the stairs.

 In the bathroom he sets you down and turns on the shower, running his hand through the stream of water testing it and adjusting it until he is happy with the temperature. Returning his attention to you, he whips the shirt over your head and guides you under the water. Before settling himself on the edge of the bath watching you.

“What are you doing Alf?” You ask.

“Watching.” He says happily, eyes travelling down your body and up again.

“Really?” you ask eyebrows raised. “Cause I’m not keen to wash the smell of you off. So if you want it gone you’re gonna have to do it yourself, right.”

“Really?” Alfie says with a shrug, standing and dropping his pants, his cock bouncing happily as he takes the few steps to the shower. “That’s the way it is. Innit. Want something done properly gotta do it yourself.” He says, hands resting on your waist as he pushes you back under the water. He follows before pulling you to him, holding you as the water cascades over you both.

You rest your forehead against his chest, your hands rubbing over his back and shoulders appreciatively. Alfie’s hand comes to your cheek, tilting your head so he can kiss you. He’s gentle at first, before using his lips to part yours and sliding his tongue between them. Your fingers grip his shoulders as you push yourself against him. His cock hot against your stomach as your bodies glide against each other.

Alfie pulls back. “Hair first.” He says guiding you out from under the water as he pours shampoo into his hand, spreading it onto your hair and working it into a lather. His strong fingers massage your scalp and rake through your hair. Your hand rises to the tiles for support. Tipping your head back, he tilts the shower head to rinse your hair. Once finished Alfie’s hands slide down your arms, as he kisses across your shoulders, his fingers entwining with yours. “God, you’re delicious.” He sighs happily before picking up the conditioner. He repeats the process, mouth finding your neck and shoulders as he washes the residue away.

Turning you run your fingers through Alfie’s beard. “Your turn.” You say.

Alfie smirks, stepping back out of the water and dropping to his knees “So you can reach.” He says. You nod and pour shampoo into your palm, smoothing it over his hair. Alfie’s hands grab your ass, kneading the flesh as he pulls you closer. Reaching behind you, he grabs the bar of soap and begins lathering your lower back and ass. You continue working his hair, massaging his scalp, your fingers working down onto his neck and shoulders. Alfie groans appreciatively against your stomach, sucking the skin. You press your hand to his shoulder to steady yourself. Alfie’s hands slide down your legs, the soap making your skin slick.

Lifting Alfie’s chin, you reach above you to direct the shower head, brushing your hands over his hair to rinse it. Water pools where his chest meets your hips. He leans back allowing the water to flow down rinsing you. You lean forward as Alfie rinses the backs of your legs and ass free of suds. Alfie’s mouth works its way from one hip to the other while you condition his hair, again massaging his scalp, neck and shoulders.

Finished with his hair, you try to guide him up. Alfie shakes his head, wiping his hand over his mouth causing a small cascade of water to fall from his beard. He pushes you back against the wall, before lifting your leg and hanging it over his shoulder. He smiles at the sight before him, before he kisses his way up your thigh. He rubs a soapy hand over you, careful not to get soap anywhere he shouldn’t. After rinsing you off, he pauses for only a moment to catch your eye, before swiping his tongue over your sex. Your fingers instantly clutch at the hair at the back of his head. Alfie chuckles against you “Clean enough to eat off.” He sniggers earning himself a clip over the ear.

Nodding contritely, he runs his tongue along your slit. You rake your fingers over his shoulder, sucking your breath between your teeth. Alfie licks again, parting you slightly, your clit is already throbbing before he even touches it. “Say you don’t do buttons Alfie and you’ll have a horrible accident.” You warn him breathlessly.

Alfie laughs “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” He says eyes dancing. You glare at him. Alfie’s thumb caresses your hip. “Don’t worry love; I’ll redeem myself. I promise.” He says plunging his tongue into you, circling your clit as he sucks it between his plump, warm lips.

“Fuck.” You gasp, eyes closing as your hips rock against Alfie’s mouth. Your eyes fly open as a finger penetrates you, your hand squeaking over the tiles. Your mind seems unable to focus on anything other than the sensations between your legs as Alfie works you slowly, finger curling. “Alfie.” You pant.

“Mm,” He hums against you.

“Fuck!” You cry again, fingers clawing at his neck and shoulders as Alfie inserts another finger into you, this time pressing the pads of his fingers firmly against your spot. You start to slide down the wall. Alfie’s free hand pinning your hip to the wall without breaking his rhythm. “Fuck!” You scream as the waves of pleasure break over you. Your cries echoing around the hard surfaces.

Alfie guides your thigh from his shoulder, body pressing against yours for support as he kisses you. The taste of yourself on his tongue sending another shudder through you. “You okay sweetie?” Alfie asks, hand skimming over your breast, the roughness of his palm causing you to shudder again. Your hands fly to his shoulders for support. Alfie pulls you back under the water the two of you holding each other as the warm water flows over you.

Recovering, you run your fingers through his beard “Better clean you up.” You offer, meeting his gaze “Soap or Shampoo?”

“Shampoo love, then conditioner or it’ll go all prickly yeah. Not nice apparently.” He says with a playful wink.

You work from his cheeks down his neck, before carefully working a lather on his chin and around his mouth to his moustache. Alfie rinses himself before you use the conditioner. He rinses again and kisses you. You soap up his chest, fingers tracing the tattoos and scars littering his skin as they are revealed to you as the suds wash away. Slipping behind him, you repeat the process on his back, kissing across his shoulders and down his spine, fingers finding and tracing each mark on his skin. You remember back when you first slept together, before the war, when only a few tattoos marked his skin, and there were considerably fewer scars. Alfie reaches behind him, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you back in front of him. You trace the scar along his jaw, watching him, wondering how it was the whole world saw him so differently to how you did. 

Alfie’s hand comes to your jaw, his thumb playing over your lips before parting them. He presses his lips to yours, taking them hungrily.

Sliding out of his grasp, you drop to your knees, soap in hand. You hold his eye while you lather his legs, reaching around him and giving his ass a little squeeze as you soap him up. Your hands roam his thighs enjoying the feel of his muscles, before gently caressing his balls and shaft. You stop, smirking as you kiss his stomach and rinse him down. Alfie groans as you cup your breasts gliding them along his length. Alfie’s hand slaps against the tiles. “Fuck sweetie; you’ll be wearing pearls if you do that again.” You repeat the process and as promised Alfie’s hips buck as he cums on your chest. “Sorry, love.” He says as he regathers himself. “Ya just too fuckin’ beautiful.”

You lean back against the tiles, so the water doesn’t wash you clean. Spreading his cum over your breasts before scooping some up on your finger and licking it off. Alfie groans again and pulls you back to him. He rubs the soap over your chest, paying careful attention to your breasts and throat. As he rinses you down, you both notice the water becoming cooler.

Alfie turns the taps off and grabs a towel, wrapping you up in one and wrapping another around his waist. He sits you on the edge of the bath and towels your hair. Finishing with your hair, he kisses your neck. “Don’t know about you, love, but I could do with a little lie-down. Whad’ya say?”

                                         —————————– 

Hours later, you rollover half asleep aware that Alfie’s presence is missing from the bed. Bleary-eyed you notice him sitting on a chair next to the dresser. Bare-chested with burgundy fabric piled in his lap, a pile of glittering buttons on in front of him and needle and thread in hand. His glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he works. A constant string of curses falling from his lips as he wrangles the fabric and buttons. A tiny giggle escapes you.

Turning towards the noise, Alfie drops his chin regarding you over the top of his glasses, “What’s so funny?” He asks dryly.

“Oh, nothing just the big tough gangster doing his needlework.” You chuckle.

“See that’s the thing innit love. No-one will ever fuckin’ believe ya. Will they?”

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Gillyflower

naruto couples event - day 1

prompt: favorite canon pairing // how they met

pairing: ino x sai

genre: romance // humor

word count: 1,821

summary: “First of all, a rat? Really, Sai?”

author’s note: I don’t really have a favorite canon pairing, so this is my first time writing anything for Sai x Ino. That being said this could potentially be OOC and borderline crack, but I hope you enjoy it either way!

“Mom?”

Ino looked up from the flower arrangement in front of her, blond hair bouncing with the sudden movement.

She glanced towards at the opposite end of the countertop where Inojin sat on a stool, sketchbook open in front of him, fingers dancing across the page in smooth, smudging strokes.

Sai bought him a new medium for his art, colored pastels, and her son had been inseparable from them since the beginning of the week.

“Yeah, hun? What is it?”

It was silent immediately following her question.

In that short pause, Inojin finished a part of his sketch. When the task was complete, he regarded his work with an inquisitive tilt of his head and a critical light in those pale blue eyes. Finding his art to his liking, Inojin gave a short, curt bob of his head and closed the sketchbook.

Ino fought down the smile that threatened to curl on her lips. It had become a pastime of hers to watch her son work. There was something about the concentration that marred his brow and the scrunch of his nose while he drew that Ino found adorable.

Though if she told her son that, he would turn beet red and say that she was embarrassing him.

Must be an artist thing.

When Inojin finally spoke again, he turned to regard her but seemed to hesitate once their gazes locked.

He blinked once, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it with an audible click of his teeth. Ino arched a brow in his direction, watching him struggle to piece together his thoughts before he felt brave enough to try again.

“How did you and dad meet?” He blurted out the question quickly, catching Ino off guard.

The inquiry was so out of left field, the blond couldn’t help but giggle; a quick bubble of laughter that crawled its way up her throat, filling the silence of the room.

“Where did that come from?” Ino asked, turning back to the bouquet in front of her.

Nibley, she plucked a white lily from the pile of loose buds which resided on the counter. Placing the flower in the center of the vase, she organized some of the smaller blooms around it, framing it as a centerpiece.

When she was finished, Ino stepped away, moseying down to the opposite end of the counter where Inojin sat. She crossed her arms in front of her, leaning down so that her elbows were resting on the table.

Inojin eyed her sheepishly for a moment. “Well…with the new Ina-Shika-Cho training coming up, I thought it might be best for Chocho, Shikadai, and I to learn about previous members…that includes you and their parents.”

Ino smiled at his response, all pearly whites, while pride nestled warmly in her chest.

“You shouldn’t be uncomfortable to ask,” Ino stated softly. “I’m glad you’re that invested in your training, though I’m not sure what your father has to do with it.”

“I want to learn new skills, different jutsus. If I know enough about you and dad, I can gauge what abilities I can bring to Ina-Shika-Cho.”

At that moment, Sai chose to make his appearance.

He came out of the back room, carrying a large terracotta flower pot. He smiled at them briefly before crossing the threshold of the store to deposit the potted fern by one of the front windows.

“I met your father when he was assigned to you Aunt Sakura’s team,” Ino chirped, eyeing the subject of their conversation blithely. “I have to admit I was a little jealous at first. Forehead had a knack for getting ‘lookers’ on her team. First your Uncle Sasuke, then your father.”

Inojin scrunched up his nose at the mention of his ‘indirect’ uncle.

He turned on his stool to regard his father then, watching as Sai shifted the potted plant on an angle that would give it the most access to the incoming sunlight.

“Dad, what did you think of think of mom when you first met her?”

Sai, who was regarding the fern like it was going to be the next subject in one of his paintings, turned his head to give them both his attention.

Before the dark-haired male could respond to his son’s question, Ino sighed dreamily from her perch behind the counter.

“You can bet your mom knocked him off his feet,” She stated confidently, drawing the attention of both men. “Your father called me beautiful the first time I met him. I might have even taken his breath away,” she hummed with a wink.

“You can thank the Hag for that,” Sai said, walking over to join the two of them. He stood next to where his son sat, eyeing his wife appreciatively.

“Her and Dic-…Naruto,” He quickly amended seeing the older blonde’s sudden glare. “Due to my previous lack of understanding emotions, I would say the first thing that came to my head. When they told me that I was insulting people, I began to say the opposite of what came to my head, hence me calling your mother beautiful.”

It was eerily silent in the flower shop following the Sai’s clarification. Inojin flicked his gaze between his parents shyly.

Sai, all smiles, seemed indifferent to the implications his explanation held.

Ino, stared at her husband incredulously, brows high on her forehead, and her lips parted in shock.

“…WHAT?!” She screeched.

-o-

A little while later, Inojin eyed his father’s frazzled appearance before looking towards the front door that his mother just left out of.

“Are you going to go after her, dad?”

Sai huffed slightly, shoulders slumping marginally with the movement.

“Your mother is a…complicated individual, Inojin. She’ll be back…I think.”

-o-

Ino stomped down the street, keeping her head held high and nose in the air.

After expertly throwing her son’s sketchbook at her husband’s head, the blond had fled the scene to stew over the knowledge she had just been graced with.

Was she carrying on a little excessively? Yes.

Did she particularly care? No.

She didn’t make it very far, about two blocks, before the first flower arrived.

A small snake cut off the path she was trudging along. Its lithe body slithering between her ankles, wrapping around her left calf.

Halting her movements so that she wouldn’t stumble, Ino regarded the piece of art with pursed lips.

The blonde bent down, holding out her hand, allowing the snake to wrap its body around her wrist. Straightening, azure eyes observed the small ink creature in her hand, taking in the unique design drawn into its skin.

Though created in Sai’s typical style, the snake had a flower etched into its body.

The black and white snake had a rose blooming on the back of its head, the leaves and stem running down the length of its onyx scales.

“A rose, huh?” Ino inquired, looking at the reptile with a tilt of her head.

The little creature mirrored her movement, patiently waiting to see if it achieved the goal it was created to do.

“Tell him to try again,” Ino deadpanned, removing the small animal from her wrist and depositing it back on the ground.

-o-

The second flower came when she was having tea with Sakura.

While marching around Konoha with no a real destination in mind, Ino ended up at her best friend’s apartment. It took a little convincing, and some psychical dragging, but the blonde got Sakura to join her for a much-needed vent session.

“Can you believe him Forehead?!” Ino groused, flailing her arms to emphasize her statement. “I thought that he was seriously into me!”

Sakura gave Ino a pointed look over the rim of her cup of tea, saying nothing as she took a sip of the caffeinated beverage. After replacing her glass on the table, Sakura leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms.

“You know you’re acting like a child, right?” The pinkette inquired with a quirk of her brow.

The blonde grumbled under her breath, taking a sip of her own steaming tea. Ino knew that her best friend was correct, but her pride stopped her from voicing that thought out loud. 

“After all this time together, you really want to get into an argument with him over something that happened, what, fourteen years ago?”

“It’s our first impressions, Forehead!” Ino exclaimed. “When I look back on meeting Sai, I think about how taken back I was with his looks. He looks back and thinks about almost calling me ugly like he does when he looks at you! What am I going to tell my grandchildren!?”

“Hey!” Sakura started her reprimand but was promptly cut off by the sudden appearance of a pudgy, black rat that scurried onto their table.  

It sat on its haunches in front of Ino, two black and white jasmine flowers tightly clasped between its teeth.

“Your husband is as subtle as a freight train,” Sakura said, eyeing the ink creature warily.

Ino chose to ignore the rosette’s comment, blue eyes scrutinizing the flowers that the rat held in his mouth.

“First of all, a rat? Really, Sai?” Ino questioned, flicking one of the petals with a manicured finger. “Nobility and elegance, huh? Still not good enough. Scurry on home and let him know.”

“You’re hopeless, you know that right? You’re just picking a fight with him because you want to see what extent he’ll go to apologize.”

Ino took a small sip of her beverage before she responded, “Shut it Forehead and drink your tea.”

-o-

Ino found the third flower waiting for her on the countertop of the flower shop.

The bud was drawn once again in Sai’s traditional style, though what really caught her attention was the myriad of color it was painted with.

The white petals were speckled with varying shades of pinks and purples, meshing together for a gradient that reminded her of a sunset in the middle of a Konoha summer.

“A Gillyflower?” Ino asked softly, picking up the blossom and twirling it between her fingers. “Lasting beauty and happy life…I think I like the sound of that.”

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against her back, slender arms wrapping around her waist, holding her close to a broad chest.

“I had Inojin color it. He seemed to be getting better at blending.”

Sai’s comment was in a nonchalant tone, but Ino knew better. There was a hint of pride in his voice that was easily distinguished.

It was quiet for a minute, Ino continuing to spin the flower between her fingers and Sai was content with merely having his wife in his arms.

“Are you done being mad now?” He asked after a few more silent moments.

Ino turned her head, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.

“For now,” she smartly replied. “But we really need to work on your approach to apologizing. Really, Sai? A rat?” 

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Wow this stupid book I'm writing is having some actual conflict and not just characters being emo???? Shocking, I know.

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Chapter 32 

    Caterina’s pencil was rough against the paper. She enjoyed it when the paper she drew on had grit to it, it made it easier for her to smudge the graphite for more defined shading. She was drawing birds again; an eagle this time.

    The door to the cabin swung open, shocking Caterina, causing her pencil to scratch against her work in progress. “Shit! Could you not fucking knock?! I’m-.”

    She trailed off when she turned around and saw Jackie grunting and groaning while dragging Blackwing’s unconscious body in. “Jackie! What the hell happened?!”

    Jackie’s short raven hair was roughed up, but enough was out of her face for Caterina to see the confusion, shock, and fear in her eyes. “Caterina, you need to heal her!”

    “Wait, what happened?”

    “We don’t have time to explain! You need to heal her! Now!”

    She lifted her sister up onto the table in the middle of the cabin with ease. Her hand brushed away the hair from Blackwing’s face, making the bruises and cuts and blood more visible to Caterina. “You have to heal her, Caterina,” she pleaded, “heal my sister, heal our family.”

    “You know my magic is weak, Jackie. Without a soul partner- without one near me- my magic is weak. I can’t use it in large amounts, I can’t completely heal her, you know that.”

    “Then don’t!” Her green eyes were beginning to wet. “Just heal her enough so she doesn’t die! Don’t let her become just another body, just another tattoo on your face.”

    Caterina knew was she was referencing, the dots she’d tattooed at the edges under her eyes. Two under her left, one under her right. Each represented something. The left was the people she lost, the right the lives she’d taken. She never wanted to add another to the left. “Move.”

    She almost thought she saw a grin form on Jackie’s face when she pushed her away to get closer to the table. Caterina turned off her emotions, not wanting them to get in the way of her magic. She gripped Blackwing’s delicate hand tightly as she crouched at the edge of the table. The contact allowed for the magic to pulse through her skin. An almost inaudible whimper of pain came out of Blackwing. Caterina gave her a comforting hush, only letting that small bit of emotion seep through.

    She could barely feel the magic leaving her body at first, but once the amount she was using raised her body began to ache. She worked to her limit, maybe even going about it. The more time passed and the more magic she used the more her body hurt. It started in her hands then went up to her arms and her head. The pain was excruciating but she went on until she believed the Crow stable.

As the grip Caterina had on Blackwing’s hand loosened Blackwing’s grip on Caterina’s hand tightened. It made Caterina’s head perk up, ignoring her pain altogether. “Blackwing!” both the magic user and Jackie shouted.

The Crow sat up on the table, still visibly shaken up by the previous events. “I’m sorry,” she cried, rocking on the table in the fetal position. “I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to kill him. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Caterina turned to face the girl’s sister. “What does she mean?”

Jackie was clearly relieved by her sister’s now stable condition, but was still alert. “I just assumed the blood she was covered in was her’s, but I guess there’s a possibility it could’ve been someone else’s.”

She went back the the other Crow, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Blackwing, do you think you could tell me what happened?”

The girl turned to face her, her chocolate eyes flooded with tears. “I was minding my own business when this man came and attacked me. I managed to get away…”

“Is that when you- when you killed him?”

“No! No no no. I managed to get away, but I heard him attacking another person and I couldn’t let him hurt her.”

“You killed him to save someone else?”

She nodded.

“That’s an incredibly noble and brave thing to do, Blackwing; risk your life in order to save another. I would have never done something like that, I would’ve let them deal with it themselves. You have a heart bigger than everyone’s in the entire court of Novak. Be proud of that heart.”

* * *

    Jackie had fallen asleep on the couch as usual. She had always been a light sleeper so she shot right up when she heard the floorboard creaking. It was Blackwing still limping from the previous events in the day. “Jackie,” she whispered, crouching down to level with her sister, “Jackie.”

    “What?”

    “Caterina’s crying again.”

    Without hesitation, Jackie ran to the magic user’s room and threw open the door. Looking back at her was a pair of black eyes, red from tears. A few sniffles came from her nose until Jackie said, in all her bluntness, “Let it out.”

    There was a small pause before she cried, “We almost lost Blackwing and it just made me think of all the people I’ve lost. I’ve lost too many people and I’m sick of it- sick of it! When Silvertongue abandoned us I tried to convince myself it didn’t, but it did, it did affect me. No amount of mental repetition of, ‘Silvertongue is doing what’s making her happy. Deal with it,’ will ever change that effect. I didn’t want to lose SIlvertongue and I don’t want to lose you or Blackwing.

    “And I don’t want to say- I don’t want to force you two to stay, and I don’t want to guilt you into staying, but it hurt. It hurts when some of the few people who you care about leave you in the dust. It hurts more than a knife to the stomach, because at least you saw that coming.

    “Silvertongue hurt in a different way than my mom or Victor hurt. Those two didn’t choose to leave me, Silvertongue did.”

    Out of nowhere Blackwing came limply running into the room and squeezed Caterina tightly in her arms. The magic user seemed confused at first, but returned the affection soon after. Jackie swore she had heard her sister whisper, “We’d never leave you, Caterina. We love you,” into her hair.

    Jackie walked over to the edge of the bed and joined in on the hug going on between Blackwing and Caterina. “We love you,” she echoed from her sister.

 Chapter 33

    The three of them hadn’t met together in a few weeks. They hadn’t felt it necessary as they had all gone off and done their own thing. “Did you hear about Amber Lynn?” Crispin asked.

    “Crispin,” Thomas cut in, “we’re not here to gossip.”

    “What happened to her?” Gideon’s attention was peaked. He hissed when his head shot up too quickly and put the icepack back onto it to aid his sudden headache.

    “Guys! We have to focus.”

    “They found her bloody and battered out east.”

    “They what?!”

    “Yeah, someone beat the shit out of her-”

    “Guys! Focus!”

    “- and they found the body of the dude who did it next to her. It was Vladimir. Crazy shit, right?”

    Gideon practically fell out of his seat in anger. He didn’t care about the pain anymore, he cared about the condition of his friend a million times more. “Where is she now?”

    Thomas sat in his seat, frustrated at the situation. “Please, we need to focus.”

    “In some nursing room in the Ranez manor.”

    “Crispin, quit fueling him.”

    “I’m sorry Thomas,” Gideon said, “I have to go see her.” Before running outside, he sifted through a pile of papers next to him, grabbed a few of them, and threw them at Thomas. “There are your files.”

* * *

    He slammed his fist against the door, desperately trying to get someone’s attention, ignoring the ringing pain that still lingered in his head. He knew March and Lorelei wouldn’t be in the house, they’d be at the heads of the high families meeting. But he knew someone else would be there. “Why hello there Gideon.” The door opened and Gideon met with the woman’s one hazel eye and one blue one. Her mismatched irises were immediately recognizable as Saturday Ranez. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

    “Let me see her, Saturday.”

    A laugh came off her pink lips and pushed her long brown bangs out of her face. Her choice in hairstyle always confused the true tailor inside of Gideon. She kept her bangs long, a little more than breast length, but kept the rest in a choppy bob. “Why should I?”

    “Saturday, just let me see her.”

    Saturday held out her hand, as if she was waiting for him to put something in it.

    “You have to be kidding me! You’re a Ranez, you don’t need my money.”

    “It really would be a shame if Serephina found out that you were visiting Amber Lynn. Doesn’t she hate it when you go out and see people- especially Amber Lynn- without her permission?”

    “Please Saturday,” he was practically begging her at this point, “don’t tell Sere. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

    Saturday’s only reply was to point to her still open hand. Gideon groaned but dug into his back pocket and threw six gold coins into her palm. She moved out of the doorway and said, “Second room to the left, third story,” before he charged up the stairs.

* * *

    Amber Lynn knew she had heard her sister talking to someone downstairs, but she couldn’t entirely make out who it was. It couldn’t be their parents since they were at a meeting, but the nurses left a few hours ago so it couldn’t have been them either. She swore it was Gideon, but she told herself it was just her mind hearing what it wanted to.

    She couldn’t get up and go look for herself, the nurses told her to stay in bed for the next few weeks in order to heal properly. Amber Lynn hated it. She wanted to go out to parties with her friends, even if she’d be miserable, it was better than being locked up in this room.

    The door suddenly shot open and Amber Lynn’s face lit up when she saw Gideon’s sky blue eyes. “Gideon!”

    He crouched down next to the bed, concern shown all across his face. “Amber Lynn,” he said, stroking her blond hair, “are you okay?”

    “I guess.”

    “What happened? Who did this to you?”

    “I really don’t want to talk about it, I’m sorry.”

    “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.”

    Amber Lynn began to zone out, not hearing the rest of what Gideon was saying. She simply got lost in watching him talk. He was so beautiful. Why did no one ever appreciate his beauty the way it should be? She loved him so much.

    Next thing she knew she was kissing him. When they were young, she had kissed him before. It felt so good to have his lips on her’s again. She prayed to the gods it could stay like this forever.

 * * *

    Gideon didn’t know how to react when Amber Lynn started kissing him. He never held any romantic feelings towards her and he assumed she didn’t have any for him either. Turns out he was wrong.

    He had to pull away he couldn’t stay in this kiss anymore. When he did, he saw the dread in her eyes. He felt sort of bad when he saw her expression, but he would much rather let her know his feelings than lead her on. “Amber Lynn, I’m sorry.”

    “Please just leave.”

    “I hope you know I still love you-”

    “Leave.”

    “- as a friend.”

    “Leave Gideon!”

    His heart sank to the floor. He had come to comfort her, he had never intended for any of this to happen, he desperately wanted to reach out and hug her, but he had to do what she wanted. “I’m sorry,” Gideon whispered before getting up and exciting the room.

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Raville sat in the mud outside of the farm. It had rained the night before and it was perfect for digging zir hands in.

In the distance the village children could be heard playing with the dogs that roamed the streets freely and the calls of market sellers to prospective customers, but the young elf boy was content with the song of birds and the company of cows. Not that the other children included zem in their games:l Even the adults avoided Raville as if they knew the person ze would grow up to be, and they did indeed know - everyone did.

Raville sunk zir tanned fingers deep into the dirt and moulded it into a ball as large as zir fist. Ze closed zir eyes and waited for the world around zem to stop. Ze held the mud ball at arms length and began changing the words to a spell ze had been practicing all week. Magic had always come naturally to Raville, unlike most ze knew. Ze wasn’t allowed to practise in the house, especially not near zir younger brother out of fears Raville would corrupt him before he was ready. In fact, Raville was rarely permitted to be in the company of others at all.

The mud began to levitate a few centimetres above zir shaking hand. Slowly, artistically, Raville whispered the words to the spell. The mud bobbed up and down and gradually, it began to change shape. Raville’s eyes lit up, ze straightened zir back and chanted zir next words with confidence. The mud yielded to zir power and moulded itself into the shape of a rose. Raville chanted faster and faster, although zir haste caused the form to collapse on itself. The mud fell with a warm splat into zir palm. Raville composed zemself, and began the spell again, keeping the rhythm steady and zir mind focus. Again the mud grew into the shape of rose.

Raville breathed heavily as ze moved to the next part of the incantation. Ze gripped zir shaking arm with zir other hand. The words flowed out of zir mouth and ze felt the energy around zem shift and pass through zir being. The mud rose began to glow. It floated higher above Raville’s hand. Suddenly, green leaves sprouted from the mud stalk, which in turn became green with life, and red petals bloomed from the top. The flower swayed freely in the breeze, looking as if it had just been picked.

Raville took another breath and narrowed zir focus further. Ze turned zir palm to face the rose, fingers to the sky. Ze channeled the energy around zir and closed zir eyes. Ze snapped zir fingers shut.

The rose fell to the mud with a soft thud. Raville held it up to the sky and grinned with pride as sunlight filtered through red glass. Ze gripped it in zir hand and ran straight home to show off zir creation.

Zir mother was in the kitchen when ze arrived. “Oh Raville, you’re back, could you help with the chores now.” She thrust a bucket in zir arms before even looking at zem. When she did take a look, there was no mistaking the displeasure. “Why are you so filthy!? Go now and clean yourself you dirty child.”

Raville placed the bucket down. “But mother, look! Look what I’ve made!” Ze held out the glass rose, that still carried the shimmer of magic around it, zir face beaming.

Zir mother stopped in her tracks. “Foolish boy,” She snatched the rose from zem. “Ricar! Can you come in here for a Moment?”

Raville’s father came into the kitchen. “What is it you need, dearest?” He grumbled.

Raville’s mother presented him the rose. “Look what our son made for us today.”

Raville’s father plucked it from her hands. “Made it you say? And I suppose the glassmaker taught him to blow glass into such complex shapes in just one short morning? Tell me boy, have you been secretly apprenticing as a glass blower?”

“ No…”

“No? You didn’t make it then? Did you steal it? I don’t imagine you are on such good terms with anyone for them to just give you such a beautiful piece.” His father twirled the glass between his fingers, cracking it.

Raville struggled to find zir words. Zir shuffled around looking at zir feet. “N-no. I-I did make it, honest. I made it f-from… From the mud.”

Raville’s father snapped the stalk of the the rose and pointed the broken end at Raville. “A liar and a thief! Look how our son ended up, Drianna, a liar and a thief.”

“ I am not a liar!” Raville failed to keep back zir tears now. “I made it… With magic.

Zer father stepped towards zem, “Magic?” He crushed the rose in his hand.

Raville looked zir father fiercly in the eyes and nodded.

Ricar sliced into Raville’s cheek with the broken rose stalk. The blood fell as red as the shards of glass at his feet. “You best go and clean yourself. Now!” Ricar grabbed Raville by the shirt and threw him out into the street, slamming the door behind him.

Raville wiped zir tears away, the blood from zir cut staining the sleeve of zir shirt. A new scar, ze thought, to add to the many ze had already acquired in short life.

Ze gathered zemself and marched back to zir mud patch. When ze returned, Raville found a royal guard talking to a villager, who pointed towards zem as ze approached.

“Are you young Raville?” The guard asked when Raville had reached them.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Excellent, if you would please come with me. Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble.”

The guard lead him to the centre of the village where a red haired woman was waiting by a fountain. She immediately stood when she saw them and dashed over to shake Raville’s hand.

“Is this him?” She said to the guard, to which he replied in the affirmative.

Raville stepped back. “You’re the Lady Celestia, aren’t you?”

Celestia laughed. “Why yes, I am, and you are Raville, I believe!”

“How-”

“Oh how I know who you are is not important, all you need to know is that I am here to take you to live in the Great City, with me.”

“But w-“

"The reason why isn’t important either. I’ll tell you all you need to know when we get to the temple. Now, I feel it is only polite we tell your parents.” Celestia began marching down the street.

Raville did not move. Tears streaked zir muddied and bloodied face. “I don’t… I don’t think they’d care.” Ze touched the cut in zir cheek.

Celestia stopped in her tracks. “I understand. Well we best be off then and get you cleaned up.” She lead Raville to the carriage that had pulled up by the fountain and hoisted zem up. “Are you ready to begin your new life in Garavant?”

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COASTAL PIGS

Coastal pigs are Jeff Kainz (JK), Scott Terry (ST) and Leigh Newton (LN). They just released their fantastic album, Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing, at House of TARG and we got to pick their brains about their history in the scene, their prolific writing approach, and ideal tour-mates (both local and not!). Read on and give the record a spin!

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Latest Release: Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing (LP, Sep 2017)

Upcoming shows: Stay tuned!

SA: How did Coastal Pigs start, and when did you start playing together? JK: Version 1 existed from June – Dec 2014, me, Scott, Tom Werbowetski (drums) and Paul Stevens (bass gtr). We all lived in Quebec, centred around La Peche. I hadn’t played music for 12 years, this was a good re-introduction, then I moved to Ottawa, followed by this version of Coastal Pigs ending and followed later in 2015, by Scott moving back to Ottawa. By March 2016, I was better prepared to again, try and start a group. It had to be a three piece and wanting to keep playing with Scott, I asked if he would be willing to play bass guitar instead of 6 string. Like the good punk kid he is, he swore and kicked at me, and with a smile said, sure. Leigh, I would see him every so often and would bring up the idea of playing together, which he liked, along with the dormant name. I eventually got to a place where I felt ready and arranged a rehearsal, and it felt right, it felt great, Version 2 began. Having Leigh on board is something special, he keeps Scott and me in line, our attitudes fresh and is musically so smart, it pushes us all. Without Scott and Leigh, this wouldn’t exist.

SA: What bands or musicians would you say are the biggest influences on your sound? LN: I've been trying to take a really different approach to the drums in this band than just about any other I've played in before.  Trying to keeps things really simple, let the song speak for itself without punctuating every little shift in the music with a drum fill or whatever. Influences with regards to that approach would be Joy Division, Public Image, early Cure, Killing Joke, Sonic Youth, Spacemen 3... ST: limp biz........kidding: FAITH NO MORE, KILLING JOKE, SMITHS, MORISSEY, BAD BRAINS, BLACK FLAG. JK: As a kid, I watched The Lawrence Welk Show every week, and that made me want to play the accordion, and I got one, so, that got me into music when I was 6. It wasn’t necessarily about the music, it was the style, the entertainment with a smile. But it seemed like behind all those smiles, there was tension, mischief, secrets & mystery of other lives. I liked that. Smile, have fun, be professional, everything is fine…  I eventually began to play guitar and the first Clash album was a big influence. It sounded bad, in a great way, an honest way, in a way that made it seem attainable to a novice. From there, Keith Levene (PIL), Robin Guthrie (Cocteau Twins), Eric Johnson (Archers of Loaf) and Sterling Morrison.

SA: Thus far in the band's career, what has been your biggest accomplishment? LN: Being featured in Brooklyn Vegan and mentioned on CBC Radio are both pretty neat but honestly, for me it's our high rate of productivity - lots of quality songs in a very short amount of time. I love that. ST: WE WROTE AND RECORDED OVER 30 SONGS IN A YEAR. JK: I would also say our productivity, which isn’t obvious from an outsiders view. Personally, it’s important and really shows off the talent, patience and resilience in Leigh and Scott. And it’s very nice being mentioned in the media, press when that happens. Friends being positive and supportive feels good.

SA: On the other hand, what is the biggest challenge you have faced, and how have you dealt with it? LN: The usual - trying to fool people into giving a crap about the band. ST:  THIS INTERVIEW....PREFER NOT TO SAY JK: The internal option of not doing it, not rehearsing, it’s an easy option, but, I’m still drawn to standing in a small room, with friends, turning the amps up loud and destroying my hearing for a few days. It’s an energy, it’s fun, and playing with Leigh and Scott is great motivation to keep producing and not caring too much about what my ears have to say. Playing shows, recording, sending out digital copies of an album, that’s all easy stuff.

SA: How do you guys approach the song-writing process? JK: For the most part, I’ll bring finished songs or ideas to rehearsal and we then start playing, that simple, straightforward. We only rehearse once a week, sometimes, every other week, so, not a lot. We’ve become very efficient, and I’ve loosened up a lot from past ways, giving the idea over to Scott and Leigh, let them at it, let them develop the song, it’s a real confidence booster, for me. It’s bouncing ideas around, trying things out, editing out what we think might be dragging a song or passage down. Keeping the lyrics tight, melodic, not overly repetitive. We have to like it and want to play it, or else it’s forgotten about and we move on to the next bits. Scott and Leigh both write songs, music in other projects, so, the 3 of us have a solid understanding of what we want to make happen in each song of ours. We draw from both our shared and different musical tastes, so, there is a good chance that we’ll land on something good. The Process, (insert smile).

SA: You guys are veterans now: what are your thoughts on the Ottawa music scene, from your beginnings in it until now? LN: I think it's great. ST: If someone walks into the scene now and says its difficult to break in, it isn't. The folks who whine its non-inclusive are dreaming. And fuck them. Ottawa is strong, inclusive, and very open to new ideas , it always has been. anyone whining has a chip on their shoulder. No one comes to our shows, all of our friends have kids and don't give a fuck. You can't expect to be loved right off the bat, regardless of anything. We've worked hard, we've networked, we've been at shows, we've played festivals. In some cases since the 80's. You can't expect the world to be your oyster if you just storm in with a manifesto. The scene in Ottawa is good, but its fucked. Do we care? No. do others? who fucking cares. Do certain people wish they could make more money off our backs? Probably. JK: It really is great, there is something out there for all tastes. It’s cyclical, all the good, the bad, the ugly, the positives, negatives, the danger, the safety, has always been there and every so often, different elements pop through and get some exposure. I’m sure if you spoke with musicians going back to the club days of the 50s-70s, you’re going to hear a lot of the same stories and issues, maybe peppered with a few more fist fights. Find the good, there is always good out there, and there is a lot more good than bad.

SA: You guys just released "Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing", your debut full length album, at House of TARG. What's YOUR favourite song off the record, and why? LN: On a Map because I think it's got the best vocal of any of the songs on the album. ST: Landlocked, by rivers. CP bottled essence. JK: Today, it’s Cut Gums, it has a great feel and energy and a good chug to it’s rhythm. There’s no place for us to hide in it.

SA: Also on the topic of the live show, what is the band’s favourite song to play live (and why)? LN: I like Skull Fuck Summer (non-album track) because it's easy and a lot of fun. ST: Skull Fuck Summer, it’s fun and catchy and reminds me of my misspent youth, throwing dirt on cars from the side of the Sir John A. Parkway. JK: Kill the Killed, which we’ve only just started to play live. It reveals itself and keeps on revealing itself, it’s a one trick pony with 4 packs of playing cards. And for me at least, it’s a challenge to play and sing. My talent as a young, frustrated accordion player didn’t fully transfer to playing the guitar, the subtlety of picking single strings and notes mostly escapes me.

SA: Now, a question just for fun: Your three dream tour-mates (active or defunct, local or global), who would they be and why? LN: Ottawa's own Expanda Fuzz because they're awesome and playing with them is a blast; No Joy because I think they're one of the best Canadian bands going right now; and then some really shitty-but-popular band like July Talk just to ensure that we'd be playing in front of a crowd. ST: John Coltrane, the music. Bob Weir, seems like a nice guy. Greg Ginn, seems like a total douche. JK: For a tour of the western provinces, I like what Leigh chose. For a few shows around the Newport Jazz festival, 1\3 of Scott’s choices, and for me, a Maritimes tour with Andy Kaufman, ¾ of Fugazi (Guy, Brendan, Joe) and Lester Bangs (all defunct). All of the down time around sound checks would be pretty interesting and fun, something it never usually is.

SA: Lastly, what’s on the agenda for Coastal Pigs moving forward into 2018? All the best, guys! LN: The songs that ended up on the album represent about half of what we've got recorded so I imagine more releases will be on the way. Hopefully lots more shows, hopefully some out-of-towners, maybe a video. We'll see! Thanks Pierce! Always a pleasure! JK: Writing, rehearsing, more releases, album , ep, whatever works. Live shows and some out of town shows would be good. A video? Yeah, what Leigh said! Thanks Pierce!

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We have something fascinating for you in every one of these circumstances whether you favor short or "practically medium. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles Length" trim pixies or wavy hair hot or charming muddled or formal haircuts. So enough talk simply continue perusing and you'll see you've quite recently discovered your place with the best short haircuts. Truly we just remembered the best for this rundown. Good we should at last begin. There are 14 passages here all unique and each concentrating on a specific short hair style. We'll begin with some untidy hair that appears as though the current year's pattern of easy and easygoing haircuts just as the following not many years.

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Short Haircuts for African Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Truth be told most famous people offer extraordinary instances of how short hair can be fitted with certainty and extremely incredible style. Nothing says tense and trendy like short haircuts and angled temples. Jazz up this adorable fauxhawk by making your own. The Undercuts are splendidly plain dark women. Including shading will praise your dark hair as well as your skin tone. Prize yourself with another ear penetrating on your route home from the salon. There were times when we accepted that short haircuts didn't offer us much opportunity and decent variety. Stylish Short Hairstyles for Black Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Today we're intrigued that flexible short hairdos can be striking styles particularly for African American ladies whose hair is normally thick and thick. A few young ladies begin blossoming with short hairdos while longer hair makes them conventional. 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Stylish Short Haircuts for African American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Simultaneously in the event that you trust you have something to stow away you ought to be increasingly careful about picking the correct short hair style. On the off chance that your face shape isn't as immaculate as you'd like you can even fix it with a short haircut. Round appearances will profit by voluminous hairdos on top and diminished edges. Conversely rectangular faces work very well in waves and require long eruptions of volume on unpolished cuts or slanting sides. Hottest Short Hairstyles for Black Women for 2020 Dark hair can't the most effortless to deal with as it tends to be both a gift and an agony for style. This turns out to be significantly progressively obvious in the shorter locks. Anyway there are a lot of short hair for dark ladies and we will show them the best. Great Short Hairstyles for Black Women Investigate the cutest cool hair styles particularly for dark ladies who incline toward short haircuts particularly ones that will normally help their locks. I couldn't care less what short hair resembles the adage nowadays. Everybody from big names to ladies appears to exchange long bolts for short plants where we encounter reg and we love it. Beautiful African American Short Haircuts Simply take a gander at these celeb-affirmed short haircuts for dark ladies who equalization style and capacity. These short dos permit you to grasp your characteristic surface keep cool in the hotter months ahead and shave valuable minutes off your morning schedule. Win. What's more on the grounds that your hair is short doesn't mean there are anything but a Million Ways to wear it. Short hairdos for African American ladies we're fixated on here. The most exemplary short haircuts for dark ladies incorporate a mix of unmistakable surface and articulation shading. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles These dark wavy layers were prodded and brushed forward blasting into mahogany impacts for a smooth hairdo that didn't require length or twists to be female and voguish. Numerous ladies don't discover short hair excessively ladylike and it's a long way from reality. In case you're one of them we're certain you'll alter your perspective after this article and long for an item as quickly as time permits. Here are 50 short haircuts for dark ladies that are simply intriguing. Short haircuts for dark ladies are likewise amazing and flexible. "I couldn't care less about short hair. Best Short Hairstyles for African American Women Have you heard that catchphrase. It is by all accounts a most loved adage of ladies with short hair. Each lady including well known famous people exchange their long hair for short yields and we completely love it. How about we investigate these strikingly short hairdos for dark ladies that give style and equalization. Short Hairstyles for Black Women to Steal Everyone Grasp the normal surface of your hair. This will keep it cool during the hotter months. In particular it can spare you additional time in your morning schedule. Regardless of whether you have short hair there are a Million Ways to style it. Today dark ladies are getting fixated on this beautiful haircut. Sassy Short Haircuts for African American Women Short hair is an extraordinary method to communicate your own style and mentality. Short hairdos are restricted in assorted variety and opportunity. In case you're exhausted with your long hair change to short hairdos to stick out. On the off chance that you are searching for a beautiful short haircut at that point here is an assortment of short hairdos that are simply moving for you. In the early years short hairs were just worn by men however these days short haircuts can make you look hotter and extremely female. Normally every lady currently sets out to wear a jawline length or a short sway haircut. Best Short Hairstyles for Black Women (March 2020) You can settle on the ideal decision whether your hair is wavy and brimming with common surface or you wear a short hair style that is smooth and straight. You should simply locate the ideal style for you. From lovely pixie trims and ultra-short plants to strong sways and little afro styles short hair has a bigger number of choices than you may might suspect. Here are the best haircuts for dark ladies that will establish a long term connection. Dark ladies look incredible with short hair. Obviously they look incredible with medium and long hair too yet short haircuts are something else. Short Hairstyles for Black Women with Trending Images They are imaginative which is the thing that we love about them there are many fascinating short hair that will give your hair another look. What's more think about what we found the best ones and assembled them here. Meet more than 50 of 56 dark ladies with completely awesome short hair being we don't know which one to pick yet we can surely ensure you'll discover something fascinating here. We gave a valiant effort. African American Hairstyles For Short Hair Uplifting news. it's not just about twists. We realize that twists were incredibly mainstream among dark ladies a couple of years prior yet we accept they weren't the main choice for a dark lady in the late 2010s. There are many idiosyncratic inventive boss you need and female in the event that you need short hair styles so disregard "exemplary" styles here you'll discover something extremely present day and in vogue. We have something fascinating for you in every one of these circumstances whether you favor short or "practically medium. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles Length" trim pixies or wavy hair hot or charming muddled or formal haircuts. So enough talk simply continue perusing and you'll see you've quite recently discovered your place with the best short haircuts. Truly we just remembered the best for this rundown. Good we should at last begin. There are 14 passages here all unique and each concentrating on a specific short hair style. We'll begin with some untidy hair that appears as though the current year's. Pattern of easy and easygoing haircuts just as the following not many years.

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Short Haircuts for African American Women - 25+ - https://shorthaircutsmodels.com/short-haircuts-for-african-american-women/ - Short Haircuts for African American Women, At the point when you take a gander. At the dark women hairdos you can perceive how upscale they are. Furthermore that is for the most part since they lean toward smooth short hairdos. They state short haircuts for dark ladies are cutting-edge as they go with. Style as well as with the character of these women who look huge and rich in. Brown and dark hair that is trimmed short to the best size ever. Regularly short hairdos look best when they remain normal. Short Haircuts for African American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Yet with regards to truly easy routes. You can't change their style frequently and you needn't bother with an expert haircut. FYI the most recent styles and patterns make it conceivable to truly go. To boundless style alternatives for dark ladies with short hair. The dark lady's hair has an uncommon surface such a large number. Of lengths and styles sometimes fall short for them. For short hair fixing you can finish the ideal regular hair. Surface regardless of what look you are not choosing to pick or keep up. Short Haircuts for American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, For the characteristic young lady with a TWA tiny afro you have the choice to take out a low blur contort or simply brush it into the exemplary fro. Short meshes for the normally easygoing change lady may wear warm press twists or rock cornrows. What's more you can brandish a pixie trim bounce fingerwave for the lady who has a relaxer in her hair. the choices are perpetual. They can run from Bob's style and the additional smaller than expected buzz searching for the haircut that will best match the character. Short Haircuts for African Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Truth be told most famous people offer extraordinary instances of how short hair can be fitted with certainty and extremely incredible style. Nothing says tense and trendy like short haircuts and angled temples. Jazz up this adorable fauxhawk by making your own. The Undercuts are splendidly plain dark women. Including shading will praise your dark hair as well as your skin tone. Prize yourself with another ear penetrating on your route home from the salon. There were times when we accepted that short haircuts didn't offer us much opportunity and decent variety. Stylish Short Hairstyles for Black Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Today we're intrigued that flexible short hairdos can be striking styles particularly for African American ladies whose hair is normally thick and thick. A few young ladies begin blossoming with short hairdos while longer hair makes them conventional. In the event that you haven't discovered your ideal short hairdo yet or in case you're searching for new minor departure from how to style your short hair for the coming party here are a lot of motivations in the photos to look sleek. Best Short Hairstyles for Black Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, An excellent short hairdo begins from the correct decision of short hair style that is best for you by and by. Remember that short hair styles will in general feature the state of your face and your facial highlights particularly the eyes. So it would not be suitable to guarantee that short haircuts are proper for everybody. Be that as it may on the off chance that you can flaunt a delightful sound skin and oval face you will be a goddess with truly any short haircut beginning with the amazingly short pixie in a jawline length sway. Stylish Short Haircuts for African American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Simultaneously in the event that you trust you have something to stow away you ought to be increasingly careful about picking the correct short hair style. On the off chance that your face shape isn't as immaculate as you'd like you can even fix it with a short haircut. Round appearances will profit by voluminous hairdos on top and diminished edges. Conversely rectangular faces work very well in waves and require long eruptions of volume on unpolished cuts or slanting sides. Hottest Short Hairstyles for Black Women for 2020 Dark hair can't the most effortless to deal with as it tends to be both a gift and an agony for style. This turns out to be significantly progressively obvious in the shorter locks. Anyway there are a lot of short hair for dark ladies and we will show them the best. Great Short Hairstyles for Black Women Investigate the cutest cool hair styles particularly for dark ladies who incline toward short haircuts particularly ones that will normally help their locks. I couldn't care less what short hair resembles the adage nowadays. Everybody from big names to ladies appears to exchange long bolts for short plants where we encounter reg and we love it. Beautiful African American Short Haircuts Simply take a gander at these celeb-affirmed short haircuts for dark ladies who equalization style and capacity. These short dos permit you to grasp your characteristic surface keep cool in the hotter months ahead and shave valuable minutes off your morning schedule. Win. What's more on the grounds that your hair is short doesn't mean there are anything but a Million Ways to wear it. Short hairdos for African American ladies we're fixated on here. The most exemplary short haircuts for dark ladies incorporate a mix of unmistakable surface and articulation shading. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles These dark wavy layers were prodded and brushed forward blasting into mahogany impacts for a smooth hairdo that didn't require length or twists to be female and voguish. Numerous ladies don't discover short hair excessively ladylike and it's a long way from reality. In case you're one of them we're certain you'll alter your perspective after this article and long for an item as quickly as time permits. Here are 50 short haircuts for dark ladies that are simply intriguing. Short haircuts for dark ladies are likewise amazing and flexible. "I couldn't care less about short hair. Best Short Hairstyles for African American Women Have you heard that catchphrase. It is by all accounts a most loved adage of ladies with short hair. Each lady including well known famous people exchange their long hair for short yields and we completely love it. How about we investigate these strikingly short hairdos for dark ladies that give style and equalization. Short Hairstyles for Black Women to Steal Everyone Grasp the normal surface of your hair. This will keep it cool during the hotter months. In particular it can spare you additional time in your morning schedule. Regardless of whether you have short hair there are a Million Ways to style it. Today dark ladies are getting fixated on this beautiful haircut. Sassy Short Haircuts for African American Women Short hair is an extraordinary method to communicate your own style and mentality. Short hairdos are restricted in assorted variety and opportunity. In case you're exhausted with your long hair change to short hairdos to stick out. On the off chance that you are searching for a beautiful short haircut at that point here is an assortment of short hairdos that are simply moving for you. In the early years short hairs were just worn by men however these days short haircuts can make you look hotter and extremely female. Normally every lady currently sets out to wear a jawline length or a short sway haircut. Best Short Hairstyles for Black Women (March 2020) You can settle on the ideal decision whether your hair is wavy and brimming with common surface or you wear a short hair style that is smooth and straight. You should simply locate the ideal style for you. From lovely pixie trims and ultra-short plants to strong sways and little afro styles short hair has a bigger number of choices than you may might suspect. Here are the best haircuts for dark ladies that will establish a long term connection. Dark ladies look incredible with short hair. Obviously they look incredible with medium and long hair too yet short haircuts are something else. Short Hairstyles for Black Women with Trending Images They are imaginative which is the thing that we love about them there are many fascinating short hair that will give your hair another look. What's more think about what we found the best ones and assembled them here. Meet more than 50 of 56 dark ladies with completely awesome short hair being we don't know which one to pick yet we can surely ensure you'll discover something fascinating here. We gave a valiant effort. African American Hairstyles For Short Hair Uplifting news. it's not just about twists. We realize that twists were incredibly mainstream among dark ladies a couple of years prior yet we accept they weren't the main choice for a dark lady in the late 2010s. There are many idiosyncratic inventive boss you need and female in the event that you need short hair styles so disregard "exemplary" styles here you'll discover something extremely present day and in vogue. We have something fascinating for you in every one of these circumstances whether you favor short or "practically medium. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles Length" trim pixies or wavy hair hot or charming muddled or formal haircuts. So enough talk simply continue perusing and you'll see you've quite recently discovered your place with the best short haircuts. Truly we just remembered the best for this rundown. Good we should at last begin. There are 14 passages here all unique and each concentrating on a specific short hair style. We'll begin with some untidy hair that appears as though the current year's. Pattern of easy and easygoing haircuts just as the following not many years.

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Short Haircuts for African American Women - 25+ - https://shorthaircutsmodels.com/short-haircuts-for-african-american-women/ - Short Haircuts for African American Women, At the point when you take a gander. At the dark women hairdos you can perceive how upscale they are. Furthermore that is for the most part since they lean toward smooth short hairdos. They state short haircuts for dark ladies are cutting-edge as they go with. Style as well as with the character of these women who look huge and rich in. Brown and dark hair that is trimmed short to the best size ever. Regularly short hairdos look best when they remain normal. Short Haircuts for African American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Yet with regards to truly easy routes. You can't change their style frequently and you needn't bother with an expert haircut. FYI the most recent styles and patterns make it conceivable to truly go. To boundless style alternatives for dark ladies with short hair. The dark lady's hair has an uncommon surface such a large number. Of lengths and styles sometimes fall short for them. For short hair fixing you can finish the ideal regular hair. Surface regardless of what look you are not choosing to pick or keep up. Short Haircuts for American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, For the characteristic young lady with a TWA tiny afro you have the choice to take out a low blur contort or simply brush it into the exemplary fro. Short meshes for the normally easygoing change lady may wear warm press twists or rock cornrows. What's more you can brandish a pixie trim bounce fingerwave for the lady who has a relaxer in her hair. the choices are perpetual. They can run from Bob's style and the additional smaller than expected buzz searching for the haircut that will best match the character. Short Haircuts for African Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Truth be told most famous people offer extraordinary instances of how short hair can be fitted with certainty and extremely incredible style. Nothing says tense and trendy like short haircuts and angled temples. Jazz up this adorable fauxhawk by making your own. The Undercuts are splendidly plain dark women. Including shading will praise your dark hair as well as your skin tone. Prize yourself with another ear penetrating on your route home from the salon. There were times when we accepted that short haircuts didn't offer us much opportunity and decent variety. Stylish Short Hairstyles for Black Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Today we're intrigued that flexible short hairdos can be striking styles particularly for African American ladies whose hair is normally thick and thick. A few young ladies begin blossoming with short hairdos while longer hair makes them conventional. In the event that you haven't discovered your ideal short hairdo yet or in case you're searching for new minor departure from how to style your short hair for the coming party here are a lot of motivations in the photos to look sleek. Best Short Hairstyles for Black Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, An excellent short hairdo begins from the correct decision of short hair style that is best for you by and by. Remember that short hair styles will in general feature the state of your face and your facial highlights particularly the eyes. So it would not be suitable to guarantee that short haircuts are proper for everybody. Be that as it may on the off chance that you can flaunt a delightful sound skin and oval face you will be a goddess with truly any short haircut beginning with the amazingly short pixie in a jawline length sway. Stylish Short Haircuts for African American Women Short Haircuts for African American Women, Simultaneously in the event that you trust you have something to stow away you ought to be increasingly careful about picking the correct short hair style. On the off chance that your face shape isn't as immaculate as you'd like you can even fix it with a short haircut. Round appearances will profit by voluminous hairdos on top and diminished edges. Conversely rectangular faces work very well in waves and require long eruptions of volume on unpolished cuts or slanting sides. Hottest Short Hairstyles for Black Women for 2020 Dark hair can't the most effortless to deal with as it tends to be both a gift and an agony for style. This turns out to be significantly progressively obvious in the shorter locks. Anyway there are a lot of short hair for dark ladies and we will show them the best. Great Short Hairstyles for Black Women Investigate the cutest cool hair styles particularly for dark ladies who incline toward short haircuts particularly ones that will normally help their locks. I couldn't care less what short hair resembles the adage nowadays. Everybody from big names to ladies appears to exchange long bolts for short plants where we encounter reg and we love it. Beautiful African American Short Haircuts Simply take a gander at these celeb-affirmed short haircuts for dark ladies who equalization style and capacity. These short dos permit you to grasp your characteristic surface keep cool in the hotter months ahead and shave valuable minutes off your morning schedule. Win. What's more on the grounds that your hair is short doesn't mean there are anything but a Million Ways to wear it. Short hairdos for African American ladies we're fixated on here. The most exemplary short haircuts for dark ladies incorporate a mix of unmistakable surface and articulation shading. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles These dark wavy layers were prodded and brushed forward blasting into mahogany impacts for a smooth hairdo that didn't require length or twists to be female and voguish. Numerous ladies don't discover short hair excessively ladylike and it's a long way from reality. In case you're one of them we're certain you'll alter your perspective after this article and long for an item as quickly as time permits. Here are 50 short haircuts for dark ladies that are simply intriguing. Short haircuts for dark ladies are likewise amazing and flexible. "I couldn't care less about short hair. Best Short Hairstyles for African American Women Have you heard that catchphrase. It is by all accounts a most loved adage of ladies with short hair. Each lady including well known famous people exchange their long hair for short yields and we completely love it. How about we investigate these strikingly short hairdos for dark ladies that give style and equalization. Short Hairstyles for Black Women to Steal Everyone Grasp the normal surface of your hair. This will keep it cool during the hotter months. In particular it can spare you additional time in your morning schedule. Regardless of whether you have short hair there are a Million Ways to style it. Today dark ladies are getting fixated on this beautiful haircut. Sassy Short Haircuts for African American Women Short hair is an extraordinary method to communicate your own style and mentality. Short hairdos are restricted in assorted variety and opportunity. In case you're exhausted with your long hair change to short hairdos to stick out. On the off chance that you are searching for a beautiful short haircut at that point here is an assortment of short hairdos that are simply moving for you. In the early years short hairs were just worn by men however these days short haircuts can make you look hotter and extremely female. Normally every lady currently sets out to wear a jawline length or a short sway haircut. Best Short Hairstyles for Black Women (March 2020) You can settle on the ideal decision whether your hair is wavy and brimming with common surface or you wear a short hair style that is smooth and straight. You should simply locate the ideal style for you. From lovely pixie trims and ultra-short plants to strong sways and little afro styles short hair has a bigger number of choices than you may might suspect. Here are the best haircuts for dark ladies that will establish a long term connection. Dark ladies look incredible with short hair. Obviously they look incredible with medium and long hair too yet short haircuts are something else. Short Hairstyles for Black Women with Trending Images They are imaginative which is the thing that we love about them there are many fascinating short hair that will give your hair another look. What's more think about what we found the best ones and assembled them here. Meet more than 50 of 56 dark ladies with completely awesome short hair being we don't know which one to pick yet we can surely ensure you'll discover something fascinating here. We gave a valiant effort. African American Hairstyles For Short Hair Uplifting news. it's not just about twists. We realize that twists were incredibly mainstream among dark ladies a couple of years prior yet we accept they weren't the main choice for a dark lady in the late 2010s. There are many idiosyncratic inventive boss you need and female in the event that you need short hair styles so disregard "exemplary" styles here you'll discover something extremely present day and in vogue. We have something fascinating for you in every one of these circumstances whether you favor short or "practically medium. Most Captivating African American Short Hairstyles Length" trim pixies or wavy hair hot or charming muddled or formal haircuts. So enough talk simply continue perusing and you'll see you've quite recently discovered your place with the best short haircuts. Truly we just remembered the best for this rundown. Good we should at last begin. There are 14 passages here all unique and each concentrating on a specific short hair style. We'll begin with some untidy hair that appears as though the current year's. Pattern of easy and easygoing haircuts just as the following not many years.