#curly bill teaches

[curlysgirl0202]

CURLY BILL WANTS TO SHOW YOU HOW TO SHOOT! HEAD CANNON STORY:

Curly Bill is a sharp shooter. He can hit rabbits running (which he stops when he finds out how much you love the little creatures), he can shoot a cigar when it's hanging out of someone's mouth and he can fire his pistols and blow the flames off candles. In short, the guy is great with his guns and can twirl them with ease.

Although you hate guns, he desperately wants to show you how to use one. Not only because it's one of his favorite things, but it is a chance to dazzle you with his remarkable skills and to teach you something since he always seems to be learning from you! So, one day while the two of you are walking through a secluded area outside the cowboy camp, admiring a blanket of wildflowers that decorate the ground and you're shaded by the large Palo Verde trees that frame the vast Arizona landscape, Curly decides it's time to show you.

While slowly walking, you suddenly see a large rattle snake; it's coiled up and ready to strike you! Of course, Curly Bill seizes the opportunity to come to your rescue so he can impress you. He has dealt with these desert creatures before. He pulls his six shooter and the legless beast is scattered and although the noise almost split your eardrums, you can't help but be very appreciative of his gallantry.

You hug him and he is instantly filled with pride and feels similar to a knight who just slayed the dragon for you.

"You alright," he asks, running his fingers through your hair. You smile and nod while he caresses your face.

"You sure are pretty," he says, taking his hat off and wiping his brow.

"Thank you. Just for you," you answer, your voice trembling.

He beams with pride, flashing his signature smile.

"Let me show you how to shoot," he says.

You shake your head.

"Come on," he answers, his voice just above a whisper. He hands you his pistol and is taken aback by how sweet you look, holding the old rustler's gun.

"Ok...What do I do?"

He chuckles and says, "well, fire it." Then he winks at you. You accidentally point it towards him and his eyes grow wide with concern. "No, pretty!" He puts his hands up.

"Fire at them trees over yonder."

You fire the gun and the bullet goes straight to the ground. He laughs and claps.

"I can't do it like you can." You say shyly. He feels proud and excited.

"Keep trying. Five more shots." You empty his pistol without hitting anything but the ground.

"Three cheers for YN!"

You give him a kiss on the cheek and despite his hot blooded tendencies, he can feel his face grow red from blushing.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Hi sincere question! What are careers in which I can specifically work with and help trans people?

I'm looking into becoming a gender therapist, but I'd love to know about any other careers to help trans people? Like I love doing hair specifically for trans women because they always get so happy about it, and I love when young trans people who are figuring themselves out talk to me about it and ask advice pertaining to transitioning or similar things. And once a young nonbinary kid hugged me because they had never met an adult they/them before. And that's the shit I love. Can I do that as a career?

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 2

Dick and Tim have the most inside jokes,Jason ignores them and Damian is but jealous. But the two bonded a lot before the arrival/return of the other two.

Jason takes his little brothers to Diner’s at 2 am. Alfred would rather he do it during regular hours,but then he remembers they’re nighttime activities and is just happy he’s not trying to shoot them.

Talia before having Damian loved seeing a young Dick Grayson as Robin.He was so full of cheer and it warmed Talia’s heart, she hoped to have a son as bright as him. (She did he’s just a little shy)

Cass doesn’t have her drivers license and prefers to be passenger princess.

Duke has naturally curly hair but cuts most of the time for easier management.

Jason can mimic voices the best. He can do a pretty decent Bruce Wayne impression and it has made Bruce ask his children multiple times if he sounds like that. Alfred gets a chuckle out of it too.

The Robins most definitely play pricks on JL members who annoy their Dad, that’s there job. Hal goes to pay his bills and all his passwords have been changed, Oliver is getting dressed for a party and all his clothes are pink.

Bruce is a big baby when he’s sick. He cannot find for hisself and his family take turns caring for him. Jason makes him soup, Tim gives him medicine, Damian and Duke make him rest, The girls block him from working on cases files and Alfred makes sure he has plenty of fluids. And if that fails they call in the big guns. Diana.

Speaking of Wonder Woman, she visits the Manor every Sunday and her and Damian feed and pet his animals.

Tim,Jason and Dick all have ��R” tattoos. Dick promised Damian he could get on when he turns 18, and they let Damian sketch it too.

Dick’s is on his right hip, Jason’s is on his left wrist, and Tim’s is on his right ankle.

Stephanie and Selina are tied for the most ear piercings.

Jason is the only former Robin who can drive stick currently. Dick hasn’t done it in years but probably could after a few lessons, Tim never learned, Damian can but prefers not to. Jason is currently teaching Duke and Steph and had regretted it ever since.

Alfred enjoys making lunches for everyone still. Some days he gets to make everyone lunch. He first makes Damian(PB&J with crust cut off, and cut into triangles) and Duke’s(Ham and cheese toasted sandwich with pickles slices) school lunches.

Bruce usually leaves for the office before breakfast so when Tim eventually comes downstairs Alfred will have his breakfast Togo and both their lunches. (Usually for B it’s a BLT with turkey bacon and cheese. And Tim’s is Tuna and Swiss on whole grain bread.)

Dick on Tuesdays and Friday’s, sometimes Sundays spends the night the prior at the Manor. He’s usually the only home so Alfred can make whatever he wants for lunch. He’s top two favorite lunches are Janija one of the only dishes Alfred can make that tastes similar to how Dick’s Mom prepared it. And Bangers and Mash. When he first arrived he say Alfred eating this and wanted to try it. He always requests this dish,but only if he can eat it with Alfred.

Jason likes either Club subs or a simple pasta with fresh spinach and a cream sauce.

Depending on the day Alfred will drop off lunch to the Clocktower for Barbara and the girls. Sometimes the other birds are in town and he always knows when to make extra. Most of the times me it’s wrapped sandwiches a mix of cold cuts and vegetarian options. Barbara always get turkey with cheddar, Steph gets chicken salad on a croissant bread and Cass gets ham and cheese pinwheels.

He even makes weekly meals and drops them off for the Titans and Young Justice. Seeing as most of them cannot cook. He packs extra knowing their speedsters on each time. Looking at you Wally and Bart. They’re all just grateful they don’t have to eat Pizza or Big Belly Burger for a few nights. Dick enjoys when Alfred visits and so does Kory. Tim and his friends are over the moon to have Alfred visit them too, and Bart even makes request for his next meal.

The league even gets random lunch. They return from training and find fresh out meals at the sits. Batman just shrugs but Superman and Wonder Woman make him call Alfred so he can be thanked.

Sunday’s are days that’s it mandatory for everyone to come for dinner. Once a Month several members are the League are expected to come for dinner and everyone better be on their best behavior.No wants an angry butler, so everyone always attends.

Jason and Duke are the only people allowed to help with preparing food, Dick isn’t allowed because he sampled everything to the point he’s eaten half of the dish. Tim and Damian are assigned to setting the table. And Bruce must stay either in the living room or dinning room if Alfred even hears the grandfather clock tick he’s going to skin a bat.

Cass enjoys getting ingredients from the fridge and pantry for them. And Stephanie is on Bruce Watch, if he moves she sprays him with water like a misbehaving kitten.

Most the the time Barbara is greeting the guests and depending on is Stephanie is needed to help bring the food out Barbara will have Bruce greet everyone with her. She especially makes him greet Green Arrow and Green Lantern.

Sometimes Alfred asks other to bring dishes for a potluck.Clark will usually bring Jon,Lois and Conner with him and he’ll bring pies. Diana always bring Donna. Usually they bring wines and vegetables.Ollie and Dinah usually are late but the bring brownies and cobbler, Roy and Lian bring meatballs, Hal brings beer and he’s makes a mean Mac and cheese on his smoker, Barry and Iris bring sodas, Arthur provides fresh fish, and J’onn brings a tasty and beautiful charcuterie board.

It’s a blast and all the kids have fun too with their friends and Alfred swears he sees Bruce double over laughing at Hal and Barry fighting for the last brownie.

All in all the butler that would take on the entire League of Doom himself enjoys making food for his family and spending with them too.

[ramennoodlezzzao3]

My Ponyboy Headcannons

He’s really good singing. He doesn’t do it often or in front of people, but he’s really good at it.

He likes horror books but Darry doesn’t let him read them because he thinks they play into his nightmares 

His favorite color is purple 

His favorite soda isn’t Pepsi, it’s actually Dr. Pepper or Cola

Charlie Woods (from TWTTIN) actually knows Ponyboy very well, and would sometimes lets him bake rolls or serve tables at his bar before he died.

He has very curly hair and he’s very insecure about it. He greases it back before his brothers or the gang wake up so nobody sees it.

He has multiple scars on his arms from tripping, but they are very faint

He has so many freckles that, if you look at him from a specific angle, it looks like he has a tan.

He wears glasses

He LOVES physical touch, hugging people or wrestling make him very happy

He’s ticklish on the back of his knees but nowhere else.

He wears socks to sleep and everyone thinks he’s weird.

He got a secret job to help pay the bills.

He can either skateboard or bike 

He really likes listening to music, but not the kind that the gang blasts from the radio

Someone outside of the gang taught him how to drive when he was really young (11 or 12) but Steve and Sodapop seemed really excited at the idea of teaching him so he pretended not to know how to make them happy

He doesn’t want to go to college, but decides to go anyway because Darry and Sodapop want him to.

He has tons of school friends and sometimes hangs out with them outside of school

He loves sweet and salty food

He got bullied a lot in middle school and gets bullied high school but never told anyone

He can’t fight as well as Dally, but he’s braver and more loyal than anyone else.

He’s always hated his hair color, almost as much as his eye color.

He’s a clean freak and probably has OCD (if he and Sodapop didn’t share a room, Sodapops room would be a mess)

He has ADHD but it’s less severe, that’s why he always has his head in the clouds

He has panic attacks all the time

He loves putting a smile on peoples faces

He draws as if Da Vinci’s soul has possessed his body 

He extremely photogenic to the point it’s actually terrifying 

He’s HIGHLY allergic to dust mites or mold

He doesn’t get sick that often, but when he does, it’s bad

He hangs pictures of the gang and his friends on the wall of his room

He can do a perfect handstand

He’s really small for his age

He has a softer version of Georgie Cooper Jr.’s voice

He buys small gifts and leaves them at his gangs doorsteps or mailboxes without a note so he can get the genuine reaction to the gift instead of the faked one.

He likes driving at night with the windows down and radio on

He’s more of a cat person than a dog person

His mom nicknamed him after something like: Daisy, Strawberry, Bambi, Colt, or anything else along those lines

Every single bad note that he’s ever gotten thrown or passed to him in class he’s kept in a folder so that he can light them on fire when he graduates

He wears tons of jewelry 

He grew up with the mindset of “Johnny is the baby, not you” so if he and Johnny got jumped or hurt together, he always made sure to focus more on Johnny than himself

He’s has tons of awards for track, spelling bee’s, art contests and more hidden in his closet

He has a diary 

He gets jealous when he sees other people get picked up from school by their parents or older siblings

He can change his personality depending on who he’s hanging out with

He will constantly apologize to teachers for “Wasting their time” he if he accidentally turns in an assignment a few hours late

He’s never gotten detention before

[pumpkinsy0]

2000's AU where Curly did what my older brother and his dip shit friends did: participate in the Jackass MTV competition where they had to send in their best prank/fail video for a chance to be on an episode.

Tim comes home one day is pouring himself a cup of coffee and he hears Curly scream upstairs "My Name is Curly Shepard and this is my Jackass entry video!" followed by a very loud and very painful sound of Curly falling down the stairs in a failed attempt to slide down them on a toboggan sled, flying forward and breaking his nose.

Tim waits 30 minutes before taking Curly to the hospital to teach him a lesson. Curly not being picked hurt worse.

he heard that thud and nearly cried, not bc curly was hurt but bc he knew that hospital bill was gonna put him closer into the grave and even thats not cheap

he thought that injury would surely get him on but him not being picked is probably for the best, bc years later he will NEVER escape that video and neither will tim or angela😭

tims just surprised curly didnt go down the roof in a shopping cart if anything else

[azures-bazar]

Gang members (Arthur, Sadie, Charles and Mary Beth) reacting to their fem S/O who is Turkish. How they react to her language, culture, beautiful olive skin and brown curly hair, golden honey eyes and teaching them about her culture (food, music, arts, belly dance, etc) and she shares her culture and language with the rest of the gang aswell! Also how they would defend her if anyone was ever racist towards her! 🥹❤️✨🥰

Headcanon - Turkish Beauty - Female!Reader

Hey there sweetie ! Thank you again for your request ! + Javier ! 💖

I'm sooooo sorry if it took me so long ! As you know, my life now mostly consists in my job lol (and in the family I'm currently building).

This headcanon was hard to write since I know very little about Turkish Culture in general. At least I tried, any corrections are welcomed !

I tried making it as accurate as possible (but ended up creating a rather weird mixture between Turkey and Ottoman Empire, since it's supposed to be 1899 lol). If anything is offensive towards the Turkish culture, just let me know and I'll either edit my mistakes or completely delete the headcanon !

Request : Female!Reader

Characters : Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Charles Smith, Mary-Beth Gaskill + Javier Escuella

Relationship : Romantic, settled

Lines : About 9 per character

A/N : The Reader is Agnostic !

Arthur Morgan : 

Let’s be honest : Arthur doesn’t know much about what is outside America (and perhaps Tahiti). When you tell them you’re Turkish, he is a little confused. "Wait up, ain’t Turkey a large bird ?" is the very first genuine question he asks when you talk about your country. After you explain him a few basics, he profusely apologises for his mistake, telling you his just a "dumb cowpoke", which he isn’t. He’s just clumsy.

You wear a nazar as a necklace. Arthur is curious, often asking you about the meaning of this beautiful eye-shaped pendant, staring at its dark blue, white, light blue and black colours. When you explain its use, Arthur is even more curious, asking you if he can have one for himself. "Maybe a nazar can be a lucky charm for me too, so the Pinkertons won’t ever find us !". 

On some occasions, you can be heard talking to yourself in Turkish, either when you think out loud or when you’re a little pissed with folks like Micah or Bill. Arthur doesn’t show it, but he’s thrilled when he hears you talk in Turkish, finding it beautiful. As he often says, he can barely speak English, but he still tries his best to learn a few words while listening to you !

Believe it or not, but Arthur knows how to count up to ten in Turkish. He made this surprise to you while the two of you were in his tent after a long day on guard duty. "Hey, listen to that, bir, iki, üç, dört…". You were so amazed by it, listening to his raspy voice and heavy Southern accent when he tried his best not to mess up ! When you asked him how he learnt how to count in Turkish, he just told you he has his own "sources".

Yes, he indeed went through your belongings to snatch a book written in Turkish. Still, how he managed to translate Turkish words into English is an absolute mystery even Arthur himself can’t really explain. He isn’t as dumb as he believes he is, him trying his best to learn a few words in your language is a proof of his hidden intelligence. 

At some point, you tried your best teaching Arthur to say a few basic sentences, such as "benim adım Arthur". Your favourite Van der Linde boy struggled a lot, but was indeed thrilled to make you even a little happy. Arthur is not as fast as John when it comes to learn things, but he is definitely devoted to whatever he does. And your proud gaze is absolutely worth any single grammar mistake (which might also be heard as a potential ancient invocation due to his mispronunciation) he would make. 

In case you’re being harassed by anyone, Arthur is very quick to jump in and defend you from all these folks causing you harm. Since it’s the United States in 1899, many folks are just blatantly racist. If you’re a few feet away from him, he will proceed walking towards you and wrap his arm around your shoulders. "Get away from my girl, I doubt ya wanna have a hole in your head, partner." is what he often says to calm things down. If it doesn’t, the situation ends up in a fist fight which often results in the two of you having to run away because Arthur "unexpectedly broke someone’s skull". 

Arthur is absolutely in love with your looks. Each time the sun shines on your face while you’re both around camp, he will proceed caressing your olive skin. And when your golden eyes meet his, he nearly faints due to your exquisite beauty. Your eye color is so unique that he can’t avoid blushing a little whenever you’re looking at him. A few pages of his journal are dedicated to you, as well as some drawings. He loves describing your golden eyes in his journal, comparing them to the sun. You are the light of his life, literally speaking. 

Each night, Arthur runs his fingers through your thick brown curls, slightly brushing them away from your beautiful face. You’re one of the most beautiful women he had the opportunity to meet, and your natural beauty made him fall in love with you on the day Dutch had brought you to camp. But don’t worry ! You’re so beautiful that he falls in love with you every day, even if he’s too proud to say it.

Sadie Adler : 

For some reason, Sadie somewhat knows more about the world’s geography than the rest of the gang. She can’t forcibly place countries on a map, wherever they are republics, kingdoms or empires, but can actually tell that there is a huge continent across the Atlantic Ocean. So, when you tell her you’re from beyond the ocean, Sadie is indeed quite curious ! 

Sadie loves listening to you when you’re talking about your culture. She just sits there with starry eyes, gazing at you whenever you talk about its traditions. She is indeed fascinated by it, it feels so mystical compared with the life the Van der Linde gang is currently living. Having you tell stories about your country or about your culture and beliefs is certainly much better than Dutch’s speeches about freedom and MONEY.

She is pretty much your personal bodyguard whenever you’re alone. She knows you know how to fight, but she just loves you so much… and even ends up wanting to know more about Turkish fighting techniques. "How do folks fight in your country ? Like us ? Or do they still use swords ?". Her question seems pretty innocent for a woman who went through so much, but you don’t mind. 

You eventually end up telling Sadie about the Ottoman Slap, which is one of the Ottoman martial arts. "I wanna try it, I wanna try it !" is the very first thing an excited Sadie tells you when you explain her that it implies using her hands. You don’t even have time to explain anything to her that she is already on her way to give Micah an absolutely massive slap.

Sadie loves being around you when you do to town, and is quite protective towards you for a variety of reasons she can’t even explain. So, when she hears a few folks criticise your looks, your skin or your clothes, if not even your origins, she is quick to get into a violent fight and, quite often, wins it. Sadie even tries doing the exact same Ottoman Slap you told her about, but is likely to take out her guns to finish a fight if the situation goes worse. 

You two have fun altering Mr. Pearson’s stew with a few ingredients which match the Turkish recipes you have collected in one of your books upon traveling to the United States. Sadie loves the Tavok Sote, which is a Turkish chicken stew, and is even willing to chop vegetables for you, something she wouldn’t have done for anyone else. She just wants to spend all her free time with you, even if, as she says… she "ain’t gonna chop vegetables for a living". 

Sometimes, when she is on guard duty, Sadie will just slightly turn her head and look at your for a few seconds, analysing your beauty. Your black hair is often beautifully tied in a braid, your nazar bracelet hangs on your wrist, your colourful dresses make you look divine. She loves you, and if you pass by her while she is on guard duty, she will gently stroke your chin. "Here’s my beautiful balım." she would say before dropping a kiss on your lips.

At some point, after you told Sadie about belly dance, she is excited to learn it from you ! The very first time she tries it, she laughs as the feeling it gives her. She is not used to it, but absolutely loves it ! You like seeing her so happy to try new things, and can’t deny you did not expect her to enjoy belly-dancing this much ! She isn’t really good yet, but she really tries her best to impress you ! 

Sadie tries really, REALLY hard to learn a few words in Turkish. She already knows how to say some sweet words, like "balım" or "güzelim", and… a little set of swearwords. In fact, whenever you swear in Turkish, you can hear Sadie repeat the word after you, even if you told her you would rather want her not to say any swearwords in a foreign language. 

Charles Smith : 

Charles is well aware about the countries surrounding the United States, such as Mexico and Canada, and knows a little about Europe due to him listening to Herr Strauss. He is very respectful towards you and asks a few questions he repeated to himself a few times. Charles doesn’t talk much, and each word he says are filled with a wisdom a very few 28 year olds have. Needless to say that, compared with John who is just two years younger and eager to ask foolish questions, Charles just thinks twice before saying anything.

Charles is, again, the quiet type, except when he is drunk or around Javier and Arthur at the saloon. And he is even more quiet whenever you’re talking about your culture by the fire. He just gazes at you with starry eyes, interested and fascinated by your country's customs and traditions. Charles doesn’t interrupt you, he doesn’t want to spoil your stories with his questions. He will have all the time he needs to ask them after you will finish. 

If he is on guard duty with you, there is a huge chance that Charles will likely end up asking you some details about your country. "What do Turkish people eat ? How do they fight ? How do they talk to each other ?". He is curious, and just wants to be around you, and only around you, to ask his questions. Even if he only answers with a soft smile whenever you answer him, he is so thrilled to learn new things. 

The simple presence of Charles near you is quick to make people shut their mouths whenever they want to insult you. Charles, being himself a man of colour, as the son of a Native American woman and an African American man, knows what it feels like to be downgraded due to the colour of his skin, especially in 1899. If he sees anyone offend you, he will just stand before you and calmly tell people of. "Please, leave this lady alone.". If it doesn’t work, after a few good punches, he will take you to someplace safe, apologising for all the mess he is not even the responsible of. 

When he has the opportunity to rest, which is often rare since he is one of Dutch’s strongest men, Charles just enjoys gazing at you. He loves the way you look, the way your beautiful hair flows around you whenever you make even a subtle movement. But what Charles loves the most about you is your voice, and how beautiful it sounds whenever you speak to yourself in Turkish. 

Charles doesn’t speak much, but he secretly mumbles each word you say in Turkish, and sometimes asks you what you just said means. He then proceeds repeating the same word once again. "Did I say it right ?" is the question he asks you the most whenever he tries talking to you in Turkish. He does his best, and it's a beautiful thing to watch. His smile in the end is worth it ! 

Like many folks, Charles is not indifferent to your golden eyes. Whenever you’re close to him, even if it’s already clear that the two of you are in a very stable relationship, his heart beats faster and his eyes twitch a little, he even blushes and stutters at times ! You, Y/N, are the only person who can make Charles Smith loose his words whenever he is around you ! Charles even commented your eyes more than once. "So your parents put all the gold of the world in these eyes of yours.". That’s quite a compliment ! 

You managed to bring up a Hookah with you, and a lot of gang members often ask you if they can use it. Charles was very curious to try it at first, especially knowing that you can sometimes combine the effects of tobacco with other plants. You made him try a mixture of regular tobacco with vanilla flowers, and Charles surprisingly loved it. "Damn. I like it. I like it !". It was probably the very first time you saw Charles so happy ! 

Charles loves laying next to you whenever people are already asleep or far enough from him, his head either on your thigh or on your shoulder. He knows that you will naturally start singing. You can’t resist singing a few beautiful Turkish songs you know, especially with Charles being so close to you. "It’s beautiful, breathtaking." he often tells you between two songs. 

Mary-Beth Gaskill : 

Mary-Beth is quite aware of where Turkey is located, having red so many books about everything, and not only romance books as Ms. Grimshaw often says. She is thrilled to meet anyone who is not from the United States or from America in general, apart from Herr Strauss, indeed. But a woman like you is more interesting than an old loanshark ! 

You tried making a lentil soup based on what Mr. Pearson had in stock, and it made Miss Gaskill happy. "It’s peculiar and so different from Pearson’s stew ! How did you manage to do it ?" she asked. Mary-Beth barely knows how to cook, but is interested by your Turkish cookbook you brought with you upon being inducted into the gang. 

Sometimes, Mary-Beth daydreams while listening to your stories about your country. She just pictures so many people wearing bright colours, women doing bellydances while men are trained to fight. Mary-Beth is quite a romantic and re-interprets your stories inside her head, but genuinely likes asking questions about your culture. "What does a Turkish marriage look like ?". You try your best to answer, making Mary-Beth’s eyes get filled with stars. 

When the two of you are in town, you often get a side-look from passerby because of your origins. Mary-Beth is eager to fight for you, quickly taking your defence if someone tells you something inappropriate. Even if she knows how to fight, the two of you most likely end up in trouble if many folks try attacking you. But Mary-Beth is courageous enough to defend you, telling people off and throwing a few more or less impactful punches if needed. You two can’t even count the number of times you ended up at the Sheriff’s Office after a fight, having Dutch, Hosea or Arthur bring you back to camp. But a good fight was worth saving your honour. 

Even if you told her about henna and its use on very specific occasions, Mary-Beth is eager to try some on herself, on Tilly or on Karen, and even on Arthur who just grumbles when he sees her drawing figures on his wrists when he’s around camp. She doesn’t care about the fact that henna figures she made on herself is a temporary tattoo, she just loves it so much and is very skilled !

Mary-Beth loves reading, and it’s no secret for anyone. So when she genuinely asks you if she can borrow one of your books and read some pages out loud, you can’t say no. You just love listening to her when she tries her best to read some Turkish words properly with her sweet voice and adorable accent, and she loves the way you look at her and how proud you are whenever she tries either reading something out loud, or talking in your language. 

She likes asking you if she can borrow your dresses. Her favourite is a traditional Turkish gown you brought from your country, white and red coloured, with a matching headscarf. Mary-Beth loves it and often likes putting it on whenever she knows you will be around camp. She respectfully wears it and twirls around with it, thrilled to wear something as beautiful as a traditional Turkish gown. She sometimes digs into your jewerly, but you don't mind much.

When you told Mary-Beth about belly dancing, she was eager to give it a try ! Despite she did not know much about this dance or about the moves, looking a little uncomfortable while trying her best, she just gave you a rather nice performance, which was both funny and adorable. You fell for her as much as she fell for you. Between two moves, she even got to stroke your olive skin while blushing, which made you love her even more than ever !

She loves brushing your hair. It’s so thick and beautiful, she loves running her fingers through it, or combing it to create the most perfect hairstyles which could fit you on a daily basis. Mary-Beth loves you enough to compliment you anytime she tries something new on you. After all, you’re so beautiful ! So, mesmerising ! She keeps reminding this to you almost three or for times a day ! And this even in bed…

Javier Escuella : 

Javier is definitely smart enough to say that Turkey is a part of the Ottoman Empire as of 1899. He is genuinely curious about everything, and loves asking you so many questions that you sometimes end up struggling to find a correct answer. "What are your people doing when they’re angry ? How tall is the Ottoman Empire ? Are all Turkish women as beautiful as you are ? What music do they play ? Do they believe in god ?". Many questions, too many. 

You don’t know how he managed to do this, but Javier has, very soon after you were inducted into the gang, tried talking to you in Turkish. Since he already speaks English and Spanish, he is willing to learn another language, just for you ! Javier tries his best, he really does. He even repeats the words after you whenever you correct him, and often compliments your language. "Ah, Turkish language is quite beautiful, mi amor ! Hard, but wonderful !". 

Privately, between two trees, while the rest of the gang was having fun by the fire, you showed Javier how you belly danced. He is absolutely not familiar to it, but spends his time gazing at your moves, at the way you shake your hips, the way you twirl at times. He loves it, and even ends up asking you if men can try doing it too ! He is genuinely interested, which is a pleasure to see ! 

Javier is often lost into his deepest thoughts when looking at you. Your golden eyes make him loose every word, even his most romantic ballads can’t express how smitten he is to you. He often tried singing about it, playing his guitar by the campfire, but nothing can describe the "hermosa chica de ojos dorados." that crossed his and the rest of the gang’s path. 

Whenever you’re out, Javier doesn’t let go of you, not even for a second. Sometimes the two of you get side-looks from people seeing two non-white people just enjoying their day in 1899. Javier doesn’t usually jump into fights and tries his best to tell people off. However, sometimes, random folks don’t cooperate, and it ends up in a brutal fistfight. "You won’t ever insult my girl again, puto !" Javier usually says when his opponent is either unconscious, or dead. He won’t let anyone insult you. Never ! 

When you joined the gang, you had a few belongings coming from your country, among which a few musical instruments such as an Oud, a Kaval and a Sipsi. Javier taught himself to use the Oud, pretty proud of himself whenever a nice melody was coming out of it. "It’s as easy as playing a guitar, but the sound is so beautiful !" he always says whenever he plays it… when you don’t play it yourself. 

Sometimes, when you’re the one playing some Oud, you like singing a few ballads from your country. Javier loves listening to you, often getting distracted if he is on guard duty. Your voice is so beautiful, so mesmerising ! Enough for him to loose the track of time whenever he listens to you. He usually doesn't understand your songs, but genuinely loves them ! 

At some point, only to make you a rather nice surprise after you went back from a robbery with Dutch and Micah, Javier decided to sing a personal song just for you, playing the Oud, while Uncle played the Sipsi, and Lenny used a barrel as a drum to add some rhythm. Javier just wanted to make you happy, especially after a robbery with your absolute friend Micah Bell. "Look ! Look Y/N !" he had told you, so excited. The song was in Spanish, played with two Turkish instruments and a barrel as a drum, but it was awesome ! 

Sometimes, late at night, when the two of you are nearly asleep, Javier usually tries his best to mumble you some sweet words in Turkish, running his hand through your black curls while gazing at you with a loving smile. He just loves making you happy, and knows how excited you are whenever he tries speaking your language. "Seni seviyorum, mi chiquita.". A rather peculiar mixture between Spanish and Turkish, but very sweet !

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drew a Goldilocks!

I hope that when his hair grows back Mabel teaches him the Curly Triangle Method for hair care

Look at him! He's beautiful! And deeply irritated to exist in his current state, as he should be!

I had a long weekend, didn't register fast enough that "curly triangle method" was a joke on "curly girl method," and googled curly triangle method to see if it was some luckily-named similar curly hair care technique I hadn't heard about yet; and got a bunch of search results like,

Google, you fool. Triangle hair is exactly what he wants. (Really funny to discover that his IDEAL hair style is actually IRL called triangle hair and is considered a "problem."

Given his disconcertingly vast knowledge of human culture, Bill probably knows—theoretically—how to make curly hair look "good" and "healthy" by human standards. (It would not be surprising if he had some hand in "wouldn't it be really funny to market shampoos designed for straight hair to people with curly hair to make their hair worse and make them need more shampoo?") Unfortunately... hair care requires hair touching. So he's probably gonna settle on a modified curly girl method: "feign incompetence until the nearby curly girl says 'I can't take it, sit down and let me comb that out.'"

[6lostgirl6]

Okay bestie. Me again. Could you please do a Bill and Ted one for me. Where the reader moves in next door to Bill and one day while him and Ted are practicing, they hear someone just shredding on guitar and they figure out it’s coming from next door and they knock and reader answers the door and Bill is just like “Woah” and he’s smitten. Maybe they eventually ask reader to help teach them how to play properly??

THANKS!!🖤🖤🖤

I hope you enjoy this one! <3

Smitten

Bill S Preston Esquire x Reader

TW: none

It was another day of practice and Bill and Ted felt like they weren’t getting any closer to being the best band that ever lived according to Rufus. The notes didn’t sound right, their riffs could have been better. Essentially, their self-esteem was at an all time low. 

Bill sighed before sitting down, his guitar resting on his lap. “Ted, my most excellent friend, this completely blows.”

Ted continued standing there, looking down before leaning against the table, “I knew we should have gotten an Eddie Van Halen.” He muttered to himself. 

Bill glanced up at him, a furrow in his brow. “That was my idea, Ted.”

Ted stared at him for a second, his brain needing a second to buffer in order to comprehend what Bill was insinuating. “Oh yeah!” He said, smiling now that he understood. 

Bill looked at his guitar, touching the strings, “My friend, maybe we need-”

Suddenly, the silence was broken from the heavy shredding of a guitar that could be heard in the distance. Bill and Ted stopped as they continued to listen to the most bodacious sound that they ever heard. After listening for a minute, they realized it was the cover of one of Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits. 

Ted quickly placed down his guitar and while Bill stood up just as swiftly. What they were hearing was the most amazing sound they ever heard and they needed to know the excellent musician responsible for the epic sound. Therefore, there will be more hope for their band to get this person recruited. 

Bill opened his garage and walked outside. “That’s coming from next door!”

Bill knew that he had people move in next door, however he never saw anybody leave, therefore, he had no idea what he would be expecting. 

Ted stopped next to him before smiling, “Let’s check it out dude! We got a band member to catch!” Bill smiled as the two of them rushed off towards the new neighbor's house. 

_________

You were in your basement, standing with your guitar hooked into the amplifier as you played some notes. It was another day of practice and you were excited to continue playing where you left off from before the time you moved into San Dimas. Due to having to help move a multitude of heavy boxes and decorate the new house with your parents, you didn’t have time to practice. Finally after a few weeks of nonstop cleaning and decorating, your parents gave you some money to buy a new guitar since you lost your old one during the move. 

You smiled, finishing off your solo on your guitar before sitting down to write the notes in your journal where you keep your other songs. “This is gonna to be sick.” After you finished writing, you placed the pencil down and stood back up. Fixing your guitar pick, you were about to continue playing before you heard the doorbell ring. 

“Mom! Can you get that?” You yelled, staring upward towards the ceiling as you waited for her reply. After a second, you tried calling her again. However, after another few seconds of waiting, you sighed before getting up and putting your guitar down. 

“Nevermind!” You quickly walked up the stairs and headed towards the front door. Without checking the peephole, you opened the door and looked outside. 

There stood two good-looking boys. The taller one had black hair that almost reached his collarbone with a bright smile while the other one was shorter with short curly blonde hair. However, unlike his friend, he seemed to only stare at you. 

When you opened the door, Bill felt speechless. His throat seemingly filled with glue that refused to let the words that were rushing through his mind come through. You were extremely attractive, wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt. His heart felt like it grew three sizes and threatened to burst through his chest.

You could feel your face grow a little warm before giving a sheepish smile, “Can I help you?” You asked, looking between them. 

“Woah…” Bill could only respond.

Ted quickly elbowed his friend which knocked him out of his dazed expression. Bill realized what he said before his face completely flushed and he refused to look at you in case he fainted from nerves. “Hi, I’m Ted! This is Bill!” He motioned towards Bill which made you smile more now that you had names to the faces. 

“We were practicing for our band when we heard the most awesome riffs! We wanted to check it out!” 

Bill was extremely attractive, you felt a little embarrassed that he was able to hear you play. However, meeting people that were interested in music as much as you made you feel more at ease. You hoped you would be able to spend more time with him and his friend. 

You chuckled, leaning against the door. Such an action made Bill swallow, finding it extremely hot. “Yeah, that was me. Sorry,. I was just practicing as well! I hope I wasn’t ruining your practice!” 

Bill looked at you, completely interested. “Not at all! It was extremely excellent!” He shuffled a little before scratching the back of his neck. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N)! I’m glad to meet fellow musicians in our neighborhood!” You said, looking between the two of them before looking towards Bill. 

Bill glanced at Ted before turning to you, “Do you think you could join us? We’re in a band and think you would be most excellent to be another member! If…you want to.” He started to feel a little shy, hoping that you wouldn’t turn down his offer. 

Ted smiled wide, “That’s a great idea, dude! What do you say?” He turned towards you, the smile never leaving his face. 

You smiled happily. After playing alone for a while, you missed having a band since leaving your friends and band members for San Dimas. 

“Sure! I would love to!” You said, glancing inside, “Let me grab my stuff and we can head out!” With that, you went inside and closed the door, leaving Bill and Ted waiting for you outside. 

Bill turned away, staring down the street with a slight worried look on his face. After a few seconds, Ted finally noticed before asking. “You okay, dude?”

Bill took a second to reply, “Dude…I think I’m in love.”

[txmbstone]

Thank you for your writing!!

Can you do Ringo and Curly Bill first date with reader?🙏

ahh of course! this would have been out sooner but the holidays got the better of me lol

Curly Bill Brocius

This man is excited

He’ll go on for days leading up to the date all the ideas he wants to do with you

It takes Ike nearly bashing in his skull for him to settle down and really think

While he’s the life of the party, he wants something for just the two of you. He can get very possessive when he wants, and he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance, especially when it comes to his future relationship with you

So he opts for a picnic out in the country. He picks a few small things up from a shop and maybe a bottle of whiskey (or wine, if you prefer) and takes you for a trail ride

The whole way he’s pointing out the animals you two encounter, and tells you the time he mistook a Gila Monster for a Longnose snake and nearly got bit. He’ll point out the kinds of flowers that grow best in the spring after the thaw, and which plants heal sunburns best.

When you arrive, you see that he’s taken you to a small little spring tucked away in the mountains, where the both of you listen to the water and get to know one another better

Johnny Ringo

He chooses quieter locations, but knows with his reputation it’d be best for your peace of mind to be out in the open

He takes you a quiet little restaurant on the edge of town, just far enough out not to have Cowboys hounding the both of you constantly, but close enough you feel like he isn’t going to just up and have his way with you (as if he would ever do that, his mother would rise from her grave and beat him with a wooden spoon)

Dinner’s a teasing affair. While he’s with the Cowboys, Johnny’s usually reserved and quiet, never speaking unless spoken to. But with you? On your own? The man’s an absolute tease. He’ll pick tables that are just a little too short and will playfully grab fistfuls of your clothing and run it between his fingers just to watch you struggle to keep your composure. He’ll teach you phrases in Latin and sport the biggest grin when he translates the naughty sentence and watch your face burn bright red. It’s all in good fun, though. If he notices you aren’t comfortable with it, he stops

After dinner he’ll take you on a walk, and the two of you will point out the constellations you see

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I just saw your recent post, and you said you wish people would request other characters, especially fem characters, so it’s my time to shine🤩. I would like to request a NSFW fic with "Kleo" from COD; she’s an operator. I don’t have any specific ideas for the plot, so you can go crazy! I really wish people would write for her more.

Kleo x fem! Reader NSFW

Tags: p with a little bit of plot, mild angst with lots of fluff, making out, miss girl is unable to keep her hands to herself, fingering and oral (both reader receiving) and breastplay

Dear Gods I need this woman I need her I NEED HER TO CALL ME HER LITTLE PRINCESS AND RUIN ME WOOF WOOF GRRRR BARK WO-

I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Your home felt emptier without her, no matter how many pictures of you together decorated the walls or how much exorbitant furniture filled every room. Dancing makes you feel just a little less alone, or maybe that’s just the shadowy figure watching your performance?

It was always quite lonely without Kleo around. Of course, she’d warned you about this multiple times before getting into a serious relationship with you, but you hadn’t thought much about it back then.

It didn’t make you think less of her, not at all! But you just wish she’d be here a bit more. Of course, when she did get time off, it would almost always be a few days at least, which you always made sure to keep free.

But it had been two months. No visits, no calls, no texts. Just a monthly check, making sure you didn’t have to bear the burden of bills alone.

You were scared to check your mail now. Every time a call came in, you were scared this would be the one. Some of your older neighbors had talked about it once they found out about Kleos job, warning you of the heartbreak that came with it.

,We’re sorry miss, but unfortunately Kleo…‘

No. You couldn’t bear to think about it. By now you should know not to underestimate your girlfriend like that. Still, you needed something to drown those thoughts out.

Where most would’ve reached for alcohol or drugs, you reached for an old, beat up and sticker covered iPod. Kleo had gifted it to you on your first birthday together, you still have it after all these years.

Memories of her teaching you how to put music on that damn thing made you giggle as you connected it to the speakers in the living room. They were massive and yet another gift of hers. This one she gave you because ,she felt like it‘.

Everything just reminded you of her. Even the music.

You played a song you danced to together at one of her many family gatherings. It was slow, and now that you’re actually listening to the lyrics, also a bit sad. How ironic.

Yet you found yourself getting lost in it. Closings your eyes and rhythmically spinning to the music, magically avoiding every piece of furniture that could stand in your way. You had the steps memorized, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, back and forth and back and forth.

You could almost see her dark, curly hair bouncing with every step or how her bright green eyes attentively followed your every move.

Around halfway through the song, tears started to form in your eyes.

Around the end, when the orchestra was dying down and the vocals repeated, until they slowly melted away along the rest of the melody, a pair of arms wrapped around you. Ones your knew all too well.

„Amazing performance, κούκλα“

„I thought you were dead.“

Kleo wrapped her arms around you, her abnormally tall stature leading to your head falling into her neck. She kissed your temple.

„But I’m not. Let’s dance a bit, yeah?“ It was an order more than a question, her hands weaving into yours while spinning you around to face her.

Had she not looked so exhausted, you would’ve likely forced her to talk about what happened. But those bags under her eyes and the fresh scars on her Face told you all you needed to know: ‚I physically can’t talk about it right now.‘

Along with the next song, you both swayed and span, bumping into significantly more furniture than you did on your solo performance. It made you both giggle every time.

Not many words were exchanged during the whole ordeal, not even when her hands dipped to your hips and lower back. Kleo tended to get a bit… touchy whenever she returned from missions.

It was nice. To have her warmth back after all this time had finally stopped your racing brain and intrusive thoughts. You were the first to stop dancing, choosing to embrace her instead. The laugh she let out at that made her chest rumble, and yours with it.

It didn’t catch you off guard when her hands moved to your ass, slowly massaging the soft flesh between her calloused fingers.

„God I missed this.“ She let out a dramatic sigh and let herself fall onto the couch, taking you down with her.

„So you do only love me for my ass! How superficial of you! And here I thought you liked me for my charming personality…“

„Shut up and kiss me you goofball.“

You did just that and gods… did it feel right. That missing piece was finally back. Your house finally felt like home again.

Her lips were just as soft as you’d remembered. She must’ve taken your complaints to heart last time she came back with cracked lips and actually continued to use the chapstick you always had to replaced for her.

She licked at yours lips. „Cherry?“, she asked. „A bit cliché, don’t you think?“

„I know it’s your favorite so shut up.“

To hear her laugh again, so unbothered and loud as always made your stomach fuzzy, or maybe that could’ve also been her hands on your thighs.

Kleos strength always shocked you, especially when she flipped you over without any type of warning. Her arms trapped your head beneath hers.

„Hey there gorgeous!“

„Do that again and I just might die of a heart attack.“

„Oww nwooo, want mwe two kwiss it betta?“ She mocked you, but you didn’t have the strength in you to send a snide remark back. The look she was giving you told you that one, you should shut up, and two, that you either back out now or get fucked so hard you can’t walk even after she returns from her next mission.

You weren’t a pussy, so you smashed your lips into hers. Immediately, she returned the kiss with just as much force. Kleo pried your lips apart with her tounge and you gladly let her in.

Just as you really started to get into it, she pulled away. A string of saliva connected you together for a second more, until it broke.

Her hands reached down to your shirt, carefully unbuttoning it.

„No bra? What a nice surprise.“

„Wasn’t really much of a point in wearing one if there isn’t anyone around to protect them from.“

„How rude. I always treat you boobs with utmost respect.“

Your mention of how she tended to do the exact opposite was cut short by a breathy sigh. Her lips connected to your nipple and suddenly you realized that sexual gratification of any kind other than this would take another eternity to achieve.

Once she sucked on your nipples, it would be impossible to get her off. You were almost convinced she thought that milk would come out of them if she tried hard enough.

Despite your complaints, she was damn good at playing with your breasts. Harshly biting, then softly licking over your tender flesh. Neither of you could ever get enough of it.

Soft moans left your mouth as her tounge rediscovered your chest. You had been deprived of this sensation for so long, it made it feel all the more intense. Your hands could never even hope to compare to the gentle way she licked around your areola, only to then aggressively attacked your nipple with sucks and bites. The other was always treated just as well with her hand, massaged and fondled with in ways that had you seeing stars.

It hadn’t been that long, yet you were already melted into the cushions below you, unable to let out anything other than „I love you“s and garbled versions of her name. Kleo could come from the look on your face alone, begging her for more as she slowly let go of your breasts.

„Let’s move to the bed, yeah? Makes for easier cleanup.“

The wet blanket of a human that was you got picked up by her strong arms. She carried you upstairs and gently dropped you onto the bed without breaking as much as a drop of sweat.

Almost teasingly slow, Kleo removed all your clothes down to your panties, only pausing briefly when she realized they were one of her pairs. A smirk made it’s way to her face as she, even slower than before, removed the last bit of cloth on you.

„I’d say you missed me.“

„You really think I’d miss you?“

„Would be a bit weird of you to soil my underwear if you didn’t atleast somewhat like me.“

Even if you had a response to that, your need for some kind of physical attention was absolutely killing you. You grabbed one of her hands and put them on your body, signaling to her that she should shut up and get on with it. But alas, she was still a tease to the core.

„Be a good girl and tell me how much you missed me.“ Lord knows you would’ve smacked that grin off her if you could, but you had long melted into her unmoving hand. Left with no choice, you followed her orders.

„I thought of you every day.“ Kleo smirked and started massaging your hips.

„Sometimes, I would wear some of your clothes.“ Her hands moved down lower.

„I had to hug your pillow to sleep well.“ Ever so gently, she was prying apart your thighs.

„I tried, but no matter how big or expensive the toy, I couldn’t get off without you.“ That seemed to do it for her.

Large, calloused hands massaged your thighs, as she moved to be in between them. Her eyes were all over your body, as if studying a map.

„You poor thing“, she cooed. „Didn’t have an orgasm for a whole two months?“ Although her tone was teasing, she truly did feel bad. A whole two months would be absolute torture for her.

„I came to the thought of you squirming under me almost every night. God you made my fingers cramp up so much.“ Her voice was dropping lower and her giggles seemed almost sensual as she moved her head towards your pussy.

„My poor princess, I’ll make it up to you, alright? Just be good and let me hear your pretty little noises.“

Her mouth was on you before you could think and gods did it feel good. Her tongue gently licked at your clit, speed growing with fervor at every moan that slipped past your lips. The unholy slurping noises Kleo made would’ve made you giggle under different circumstances, but your brain had ceased all thoughts.

Occasionally, she would give your clit a break to stuff her tongue into your hole, licking your juices up as if her life depended on it. Every time she pulled out to catch her breath, praises of how good and how loud you were being left her, only to then immediately return to your body to keep those noises going.

Being depraved of touch for so long, you were already close to the edge, but then she added her fingers to fully concentrate her efforts onto sucking your clit.

Her fingers were rough, but your wetness more than made up for it. Effortlessly, she moved them in and out, a loud squelching sound coming with every thrust of her thick fingers into you.

Teeth were on your clit, biting down the tiniest bit, her tongue then immediately following after, gently caressing the small bundle until the only words you could form were „Kleo“ and „more“.

She thrived in your pleasure, looking almost as fucked out as you must’ve. Her eyes were dark and her face sweaty. Still, her relentless pace continued, finally giving you what you had craved for so long.

Your thighs clenched around her head as you felt your orgasm coming, and it made her pace even more brutal than before, fingering you at what should be impossible speeds while sucking on your clit much harder than before.

As it all got too much, you finally let go. Cumming on her eager tongue, she licked every last bit of your essence she could get out of you until you were wiggling away from her.

Kleo held eye contact with you as she licked her fingers clean, a lewd moan leaving both of you.

„Princess, why don’t you come back here? We got another 60 days to make up for.“

[curlysgirl0202]

HEAD CANNON STORY: How Curly Bill Would Try to Impress You...

The King of the Cowboys, Curly Bill Brocious loves attention. It's no secret he does things just to get attention. Usually, he's doing something that gains negative responses, but it doesn't matter to him as long as he is getting the recognition he craves. When he and his boys aren't busting up the town with their six shooters, they're probably getting drunk at a saloon. Curly Bill relishes in the looks and stares he gets from townsfolk and tips his hat, knowing he is fiercely feared... He likes knowing he can evoke that type of emotion in others...He is also a guy that most people like; drinks are usually on him and he's known for paying for everyone's dinner when he's in a restaurant. Curly Bill and his gang of cowboys love to have fun and when they're done drinking it up, they head to the parlor of fallen angels so they can get some lady comfort and a taste of home sweet home!

Curly Bill sees you talking with deputy Breckenridge and asks the agent to introduce him to you. Curly Bill likes you right away, you smile sweetly and have the most beautiful face he's ever seen. Curly Bill doesn't have to do anything to impress the ladies of the night because he's paying for their affection and he knows when they laugh at his jokes, they're doing it to get more cash out of him. For the most part, he's fine with it...But the challenge of a real conquest is something he's not likely to walk away from...

So what would Curly Bill to impress you?

*He would exert his strength over his cowboys by beating them at arm wrestling, showing you that's he's the strongest. He may also lift something heavy right in front of you to further demonstrate his braun.

*If Curly finds out you had a bad day, he'd want to be the first man to bring you flowers and attempt to dazzle you by helping you solve your problem.

*The King of the Cowboys " would ensure you knew that he was the king because he's the bravest and most daring. He may talk about a time when he barely got out of a deadly scrape and he'll make sure you hear it or at least hear about it.

*When another man tries flirting with you and you're clearly uncomfortable, not to worry... Curly Bill will be right there, standing up for you so he can impress you with his authoritarian personality.

*Is there a shop owner that won't extend your credit or you are short paying for your groceries? Curly Bill will not only pay your bill, he will let the shopkeeper know you're credit is always good there!

*If his rowdy cowboys are nearby and being obnoxious, not to fear... Curly's got your back...He will admonish his gang and let them know in a stern voice that "It ain't right for a lady!" And of course he would love of you smile at him with adoration and appreciation.

*If you're walking down the street by yourself, Curly Bill will walk with you and ensure nobody gives you any trouble and he will impress you further by always making sure you feel safe!

*He'll look to impress you further by asking Ringo to teach him a few Shakespearean quotes or memorize a short sonnet...Curly isn't the smartest guy around so memorizing an entire sonnet may not happen...Or he may want to look like he's reading a book when you're nearby so he can impress you by showing you he also likes to read! Even though he really doesn't...

*The Cowboy King is a sharp shooter and he would love a chance to impress you with his iron skills! He may toss a coin in the air and shoot a hole right through it just for you! Or he'll shoot the cigar right out of the mouth of a sap head who tried to flirt with you earlier. He'll feel mighty important knowing he's impressing you and protecting you all at once.

*He knows what a clean and beautiful woman you are and he'll want to impress you by always looking and smelling his best! Curly spends most of his time with surly dudes who don't bathe regularly and wear the same socks and underwear for days...Or weeks! They're cowboys...But he will have his clothes laundered and will take a hot bath and change his socks before seeing you. He wants you to know he cares and wants you to want him too!

*Curly may take you to an expensive restaurant and order for you...Even if he really doesn't know how. He'll do his best anyway! He will probably have your favorite white wine chilling on the table when you arrive just to further impress you.

*If you're having a special day or a recent promotion at work, Curly Bill will get his boys together and shout, "Three cheers for Y/N!" He may even pick you up and swing you around.

*He will give you compliments...He's no Shakespeare, but he'll say things like:

"Your eyes are lovely!"

"Your smile is brighter than the stars!"

"Everytime I see you, you're more pretty!"

"Look boys! An angel fell from heaven!"

*Curly Bill likes the theater so he'll probably take you to a show and impress you by paying for balcony seats complete with champagne, gourmet cheeses and fresh fruit. He'll even be washed and clean shaven just for you! He'll be on his best behavior too; no firing pistols into the air when you're around since it right for a lady like yourself to be around that!

When it comes to impressing you, Curly Bill wants to show you how strong, brave and daring he is. He will also want to show you his softer side and his protective side. He may not shower you with meaningless gifts or empty praises. He is the boss and he's a tough guy and he wants you to not only know that, but also give him the attention, respect and admiration he so desperately craves.... Especially from a beautiful and kind woman like you!

[erineverly]

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

“You know, this might take a while longer than expected. I’m already falling behind and we’ve barely even started,” the curly-haired teenager protests with a sheepish smile, pale blue eyes glancing up at her ever-patient teacher and best friend — B.ill B.ailey. His strawberry-tinged bangs and emerald hues capturing her attention, inviting her gaze to linger on his handsome features, distracting her from the task at hand. These piano lessons were originally her idea, an excuse for them to spend more time together without raising much suspicion, but the song choice, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, is entirely on Bill. He claims it’s easy, the simplest of The King’s songs, but for Erin it’s just another distraction, really, as now she can’t help but wonder if… Well, there can’t be any hidden meaning to it, right? She gently shakes her head, pushing these thoughts away in an attempt to refocus. “You say that we start with a D major chord,” she speaks slowly, as if unsure if she’s repeating the very thing he’s just mentioned correctly, “but I don’t even know what that is. You’ll have to show me.”  

They’re seated in the pool of spring sunshine by the closed window in her mother’s living room. The past few days have been rather gloomy with heavy rainfalls and grim clouds, and so Erin’s thankful that there’s any sunshine at all, and by keeping the window shut and wrapping herself in a thick woolen sweater, she’s managed to create the illusion that it’s warming her. The room’s not particularly spacious, with a good deal of space taken up by the grand piano and a good deal more by a large, leather sofa and two recliners, but at least it’s cozy. Unlike any room at Billy’s house. It’s dominated by earthy color schemes, big, leafy plants and two mushroom-shaped lamps (her mother’s favorite), even the patterned wallpaper only serves to sprinkle a bit of charm to the place. Though, maybe it’s just the effect this boy has on her — everything seems more beautiful and magical when he’s around. “So… a D,” she lets him press her thumb against one of the white keys, her other fingers following, brushing against the instrument and creating a small symphony of not-so-sweet sounds, “F sharp and A?” She furrows her dark brows and lets out a shy giggle, embarrassed by her evident inability to repeat the seemingly simple combination. “Sounds less harsh when you do it.” Her hand slips from underneath his, her fingers finding their way on top of his, the butterflies in her belly dancing. “Do it again,” she asks sweetly, struggling to refrain from looking into these gorgeous eyes of his and losing herself.

Whenever Billy’s larger hand touches her smaller one, gently spreading her ring-clad fingers and guiding them to the right keys, a shiver runs up her spine and her face flushes a deep red. She could have asked her father to teach her. She could have asked her mother to find her a professional music teacher, not a delinquent from round the block, but again… She doesn’t care about learning quite as much as she cares about spending time with the Bailey kid. Standing at the kitchen threshold, watching the two with a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon in hand, Venetia’s figured as much herself — after all, her daughter’s seventeen and so maybe she should be happy that she’s finally developed a serious crush, but God does she wish Erin’s affections were directed toward someone else… That sweet boy who lives just down the street and always wants to hang out with her, whose father’s a high-ranking police officer. Or that dark-haired kid who’s a straight A student and plans on becoming a lawyer one day. Or that boy from California, her best friend’s son who’s a bit strange and surely smokes pot occasionally, but at least doesn’t have a criminal record. She shakes her head, telling herself teenage crushes come and go, and goes back to pouring batter into cupcake tins. “Kids, you better start wrapping things up! The first batch’s almost ready!” 

[icemankazansky]

Tag Game: Get to Know Me

Thanks for the tag, @brendaonao3! (Note for people who tag me in tag games: I love to be tagged in tag games, even though my typical response time suggests otherwise.)

Name: Carly

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: Maverick sun, Iceman rising Sagittarius sun, Leo rising, Pisces moon

Number of siblings (+ any fun facts): One of each, both younger. They look like each other, but I don't look like them at all. (Oddly, my sister and I both look like our mother, but in different ways.) When my sister and I were little, my mom used to have to tell people that yes, we had the same father. (Bc people think it's fine to ask stuff like that? Also I have very curly hair, and it's a recessive trait that one person in every generation on my mom's side gets, but people are so weird about natural curls, and every new hair dresser I see asks, "Who did you get them from?" and a disturbing number of them have made jokes about my mother's infidelity and my questionable parentage when I inform them no, neither of my parents have curls. Who raised y'all?)

Number of pets & their names: Currently, I myself only have one animal, my dog, Elio. But 1. I am actively looking for another dog, 2. My family has a ton of dogs, and 3. We all volunteer for dog rescues (Yes, plural. My sister actually started her own 503c NPO rescue a couple years ago bc her own, like, extra credit financing of homeless dog medical bills was going to bankrupt her, so she had to start a charity so people could donate. She specializes in senior and special needs dogs, but works with local city and county animal control agencies so she gets a lot of breeder and hoarder surrenders, and subsequently ends up with, for example, 18 purebred Bernese Mountain Dog puppies several times a year.) The point is, there's, like, a whole lot of dogs in here.

Fandoms: They are legion. Mostly active in Top Gun rn. Again. Still. Still again.

Favorite song: They too are legion, but include Fiona Apple - I Know, Fleetwood Mac - Silver Springs, Hozier - From Eden, Lake Street Dive - Good Kisser, Bad Company - Bad Company, Natalie Merchant - My Skin. Lately, I'm listening to the following a very normal amount: Tracy Chapman - You're the One (it is Icemav af BTW check it out)

Favorite author: Fiction: Neil Gaiman. Nonfiction: Mary Roach.

Favorite fic type: I like established relationships, true love and people just enjoying each other, and happy endings.

Favorite holiday: Ugh I hate this. Um, New Years Eve.

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc)?: I already told you I have a dog. Nope.

Hobbies: Dogs, writing, art of various kinds (mostly drawing, some painting, and I am always trying new things like building a tufted headboard, teaching myself to sew, or making custom funko pops), gif making, Val Kilmer.

Fun facts about you: I've never had a cavity. I ran over myself with my own car. I can't figure out if I have 12 tattoos or 13. I can French and Dutch braid my own hair. My favorite perfume is Chance by Chanel, but I also wear Daisy by Marc Jacobs if I want something lighter.

[always-andromeda]

oh, my 'modern!au bill and frank raising a daughter together' emotional support daydream, we're really in it now 🥲

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhhhhh...so I've never thought of this concept before but it made me so happy that I had to attach some of my headcanons onto it, I am so sorry, anon. but also, thank you, anon.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: complete fluff! nothing else I can think of!

❥ Having a kid is 100% Frank's idea at first. He drops little hints about it to Bill for weeks. It's a slow Saturday afternoon where they're watching a movie together when Frank says, "Today's the kind of day where I wish it wasn't so quiet in this house."

❥ And honestly, Bill interprets that as Frank wanting a dog. Which makes sense. Frank complains fairly often about little creatures getting into his fruits and vegetables in the garden and a dog could be perfect for taking care of that problem.

❥ So he'd surprise Frank with a puppy and says that he's young enough that they could train him.

❥ And Frank is quiet. He's excited, of course, and immediately falls in love with the little guy. How could he not?

❥ Bill notices that he's a little off and asks, "Aren't you happy?"

❥ "Of course I am. I just– I thought that we could talk about having a different kind of small thing to take care of..."

❥ Bill's eyes go wide as soon as he realizes what Frank is implying. Needless to say it takes a lot of convincing.

❥ At the end of the day, what really tips the scales of Bill's opinions is Frank gently telling him, "Listen, I know you think that you and I can take on the world all on our own. But we don't have to. I want a family with you. You and I have so much love to give. We deserve to be able to give it to someone."

❥ Veronica is about five years old when Bill and Frank adopt her.

❥ She's a quiet little girl with curly dark hair, hazel eyes, and freckles that are speckled over her tan skin. And as quiet as she is, Frank really helps her get out of her shell.

❥ He gets really good at braiding her hair, especially when he learns that those are often some of the best moments to really bond with her. He's one of the only reasons why her hair stays looking put together in the slightest.

❥ Bill has a harder time connecting with her. Where Frank isn't afraid to get on her level and really get hands on, Bill is utterly clueless.

❥ He connects with her more through music. He pulls out his old record player and cycles through the collection of records he got from his mother. Because of him, Veronica grows up on Linda Ronstadt, Joni Mitchell, Dolly Parton, Bonnie Raitt, and so much more.

❥ Before too long, both Bill and Frank really come to see her for the ray of glittering sunshine that she is.

❥ In their own ways, they do their damndest to make sure Ronnie's childhood is as stable as possible.

❥ For example, Frank is adamant that they never fight in front of her; he never wants to give her the impression that they're angry at each other or at her. He also wants her to go to a normal school and be involved in normal activities even though Bill sees all of those things as more trouble than what they're worth.

❥ As soon as Ronnie is old enough, Bill wants to sign her up for self defense classes. What good will chucking a ball or playing an instrument do in a life or death situation?

❥ So her activities during the day alternate between various martial arts classes and dance (dance was Frank's idea; just so she has a little bit of the arts in her life). 

❥ She regularly bounces around the house trying to teach her dads how to do whatever new fight or dance move she's learned in class. Frank loves that she wants to involve them. Bill, on the other hand, is on the brink of pulling a goddamn muscle but he smiles through the pain anyway because his participation makes his daughter happy.

❥ Frank is a complete soccer dad. He's at all the PTA meetings, volunteers for all the school fundraisers, and is donating supplies for the school all the time. He's the one who has their whole schedule memorized.

❥ Even though she's not related to either of them by blood, Bill is at ease when he notices that Ronnie has taken on Frank's sense of joy for life. And Frank has a good chuckle whenever she gets all grumbly and stubborn like his husband does. 

❥ Their house isn't perfect and there's definitely growing pains between all three of them, but they're happy. They're happy knowing that they'll all love each other for a long, long time.

[indiekidsau]

Flashback: The New Teacher

Hey everyone! This chapter is a bit different than the other ones, as we're going back in time. We're going back to how Mr. Prince aka Snatcher got the job!

I debated if I wanted to make this separate or not. It took a while to think, and putting it in as the next chapter in this fanfic is perfect.

Also gonna introduce two new characters because it’s fun and this series will introduce characters from time to time.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!

I hope you enjoy it!

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Lucas Prince sighed as he sat outside the principal's office waiting to be called for the interview. Things have been rough for him for the past two years. His younger twin brother has gone missing, his fiancée who he promised to have a perfect life together with became a cruel heartless witch, and now has suffered a curse which he thinks came from her. During those times he finished school, but becoming a full-time lawyer was too much for him mentally, so he had to look for a job to pay the bills.

Being a teacher was second on his list of careers, but he wondered if having a law degree would help him get hired. If not well there was being a barista or working at an aquarium.

He heard the door open thinking it was time for his interview. He turned to see a young girl around his age with curly brown hair, a light blue knitted top, dark pants, and shoes. “Oh hi there,” she said, giving a small wave.

“Hi. Are you here to interview me?” Lucas asked.

The lady giggled. “No, I was just turning in some paperwork,” She explained. “Principal Afton will be with you in a minute.”

“Okay,” Lucas replied. The girl decided to sit next to Lucas and talk with him to keep him company. Lucas was surprised but kept his cool.

“So got a name?” She asked. “I’m Audrey.”

“Lucas Prince.” He introduced himself. He held his hand out for Audrey to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” Audrey replied, shaking his hand. Lucas smiled and slightly blushed holding Audrey's hand. The two quickly let go and sat in silence for a bit.

There was something about Audrey that made Lucas’s heart skip a beat, maybe two. “So, how long have you been working here?” He asked.

“It’s gonna be one year when the new school year starts,” Audrey replied.

“Wow!” Lucas chuckled.

“I know,” Audrey exclaimed. “My dad was the one who got me this job.”

Lucas smiled. “That’s nice of him.” He said.

“Yeah.” She replied.

Soon the door opened and Lucas looked up in fear seeing the principal, William Afton. “Lucas Prince. You're up.” He said.

Lucas chuckled nervously as he got up. “Well, that’s my cue.” He said.

“Hey, you got this,” Audrey replied, giving a playful punch to Lucas’s arm. Lucas chuckled and rubbed his arm as he walked into the office. “Good luck if you get the job!”

“Thank you!” Lucas yelled back.

Once in the office, the atmosphere changed for Lucas. He sat there nervously as William looked through his resume. At times the principal will glance through the paper and look at the young man.

“So you have the credentials to work as a teacher, but…” William paused. Lucas gulped knowing that wasn’t a good sign. “You don’t have a teaching degree, only a law degree. So why do you want to work here?”

“Just for a change of pace. I did take an education course for my last two years of college.” Lucas explained.

“Anything else?” William asked.

“I can handle any kid, good or bad. I can be a good role model. Plus I know most subjects, you name it; English, History-“ 

“Stop!” William cut Lucas off causing him to clamp his mouth shut. “I heard enough,” He said. “I’m sorry, but you're too overqualified for this job.” William then pushed Lucas’s resume back to him.

The latter sighed and grabbed his papers and was ready to leave, but then a loud voice yelled out. “Overqualified?” A male voice shouted.

Soon, an older man came barging in with a smile on his face. William sighed and shook his head seeing the vice principal. Lucas stood there confused and shocked at the man who just came in.

The man had black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black vest over a yellow shirt and a red tie, along with dark brown pants and black shoes.

“Oh come on Willie, no one is overqualified for this job!” He beamed. “You, what’s your name?” He asked, pointing at Lucas.

“L-Lucas Prince.” He stuttered.

“Well, Lulu! I’m Joey Drew, the vice principal for this school!” Joey beamed, shaking Lucas’s hand. Lucas frowned being called Lulu.

“Just call me Lucas,”  Lucas replied.

Joey then ignored Lucas’s request. “Well let me see your resume.”

Lucas then handed Joey the resume as he then read through it one more time. Joey smiled and showed it to William who groaned in response. “Willie! I think we found our newest teacher!” He announced.

“Joey!” William growled as his hand slid down his face. “You always do this. You get some random schmuck that doesn’t have any qualifications to work at this school!”

“I know. I know.” Joey replied. “But this guy truly got the qualifications for being a teacher.” Lucas smiled hearing those words from the vice principal. “Give him a chance, Willie.”

William opened his mouth but quickly closed it as an idea came to his head. “Alright. I’ll give him a chance.” He said. 

Lucas smiled. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He beamed.

“To see if you're up to the task. I’ll give you my son’s homeroom class and history.” William explained,

“Isn’t your son’s homeroom considered one of the worst?” Joey asked. William nodded.

“How bad is it?” Lucas asked.

William didn’t reply and soon took out a giant stack of papers that almost went to Joey’s height. Lucas's eyes widened and saw most of these papers are the kids' behaviors and events that caused many teachers to leave. “If you're lucky, you're the 13th teacher I hired for them,” William mentioned.

Lucas smiled knowing the principal was challenging him. “You can count on me, Mr. Afton. I’ll show you I’m nothing like the other teachers.” He boasted. As he said that his eyes illuminated a golden hue for a moment.

[punkstarlet]

Fallen Stone: The Archangels

The next day

Shilo opened a small locker, reaching in and pulling something out. In her hands, she held a neat set of mail. As it turned out, Shilo was inside a mailroom for workers like Shilo and Trixie. She had just finished grading her students' work and was about to head home for the weekend.

She went over her mail, groaning as she saw nothing but bills that needed to be paid and junk mail for charity and donations. She tossed the junk mail in a recycling box and headed out the mailroom with her bills.

Shilo left the school grounds, heading down the street to her place. She was exhausted from grading and an extended weekday of teaching. She was looking forward to a weekend of catching up with her reading and setting up a date for her and Michael; she just hoped he wasn't too busy from his duties as Heaven ambassador and working alongside the archangels.

While still in her thoughts, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. It caught her attention, turning around and finding no one but herself alone. She let out a shrug, continuing her way.

Another tap on the shoulder, and she whirls fast to catch the suspect. But she couldn't find a single being in her presence. She growled, annoyed. "If this is a prank, it's not very funny." 

"No pranks." A voice answered from above. 

She gasped, turning around and looking up. Floating upside down before her is an angel with soft skin, freckles on his cheeks, and light golden curly hair. He has a pale teal star on his forehead. His eyes are light teal, with a lighter teal halo over his head, and he is wearing a short robe of white and gold, teal pants, and golden sandals with wings on them. In truth, he could be mistaken for Hermes, the Greek god of messenger, if it wasn't for the six pairs of wings behind him in white and pale teal. And he was smiling down on her with a grin. 

"Gabriel. You know how I feel about you sneaking up on me." Shilo told him, placing a hand on her hip while glaring at him.

"Oh, come on, snowflake." Gabriel grinned. "Nothing wrong with having a little fun." His wings flapped, levitating him upside down. 

"Fun? Is that what you call it?" Shilo asked him. "I'm not buying it." 

Gabriel pouted. "You are no fun." 

She only rolled her eyes, clearly not being fooled. Gabriel does have a knack for pulling pranks on her and his brothers. She has gotten so used to it that she knows best to be wise around him. "You didn't come here to poke fun at me, did you?" She questioned him. 

"Aw..you don't trust me?" Gabriel asked, giving her the puppy eyes he knew would captivate her. Only she raised an eyebrow, with her arms crossed against her breasts. 

"fine.." He groaned, seeing his fun had been spoiled. "I liked you better when you were crushing on Lucifer." He turned his body around, pulling him right side up, and landed on the ground, facing her. He cleared his throat. "The archangels required your presence in the court of heaven." He informed her with a severe tone. 

"Why?" she asked him. 

"I can't say," he responded. "But I can promise you you are not in trouble," he added. 

"Well, that's good news." She huffed out. "Thank you, Gabriel." She thanked him. 

"Anytime, snowflake!!" His grin returned. His wings spread open, and he took off into the sky. 

Shilo has her bills teleported to her place so she can deal with them later. She spread her wings, flew in the sky, and headed to the angelic court building. 

~*~

She landed by the entrance with grace. She walked inside, finding angels were busy with their work, making appointments, and taking calls. She approached the front desk, where an angel with two wings, blue hair in a bun, and dressed in white with a silver halo on top.  

"Ah! Shilo!" The angel Belle welcomed her with a smile. "Welcome! How can I help you?"

"Gabriel sent me his message," Shilo replied.

Belle nodded, knowing what she meant. "Oh! Right. He told me that." She responded. She took out a clipboard with a quill. "I just need you to sign here, and I'll let the archangels know you arrived." 

Shilo signed her name on the clipboard. She could feel a smile on Belle's face and responded with a smile.

Then she headed to the waiting room, sat in an empty chair, crossed her leg over the other leg, and waited patiently for her name to be called. She watched several angels waiting like she was, most likely having an appointment with the seraphim angels. Shilo leaned against the chair and crossed her arms.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a pale white angel with short white hair, a black halo over her hair, yellow eyes, black and white wings, and dressed in a short gray dress, white gloves, white boots, and black stockings. Her eyes widened in surprise and anxiety, and she recognized this angel.

"Oh no.." She whispered. She quickly grabs a magazine on a table by her side, opens it, and covers her face to avoid being spotted. She folds her wings back, trying to have that angel's sight off.

But sadly, the angel was approaching her. She stopped an inch from her, with her hands behind her back and glaring down at her with a cold glance. "Afternoon, Ms. Winterstone." She greeted her with a cold voice.

Shilo lowered the magazine, revealing a much colder glance than the angel before her. "Lute." She glared at her with an icy voice. It's much more icy than Lute.

Lute leans down, face to face. "I'm surprised to see you here. Shouldn't you teach little brats of Heaven's history in your school?" She asked.

Shilo put the magazine on the table, not taking her eyes off Lute's. "I was taking a good break until I got a requirement from my boyfriend," she replied, showing no weakness. Lute has a certain aura that Shilo was never fond of; she has hated her since she arrived in Heaven years ago.

"Probably to tell you you should be doing your job." Lute snarled.

Shilo stands up, glaring up at her. "I am doing my job, Lute!! Unlike you, I enjoy my job! I got a good pay! A good home! And a good love, too!" She shouted. "What about you!? What is it that you do that you work for a living?!!" She questioned her.

Lute remains still as a firm statue. "I'm a soldier for Michael." She answered an answer that didn't seem right.

"Funny." Shilo has her arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at her. "Cause he never told me he used to have soldiers back then in his time as heaven's former knight." She pointed it out. She had never, once in her life, ever heard about Michael having soldiers before.

"Perhaps he knew you were a nosy little rebel," Lute claimed.

That made Shilo mad. A third eye opened on her breasts, with crystal eyelashes and two pairs of eyes on her halo. "Hey! I was naive!! I was a fool too in love!!" She yelled at Lute, and a patch of frost formed between them. "So don't you dare tell me like you knew me!! I know better than you do, back when you were just a mortal!" she added.

Before Lute could argue back, Belle called out. "Shilo Winterstone. The archangels will see you now."

She glared at Lute, hinting that they were far from over. She left the waiting room and entered through the open door, waiting for her. The door slammed shut, making an echo that flinched her. Shilo straightened herself, dusted off her outfit, and perceived ahead.

She enters the courtroom, where six archangels sit in their respective places. 

In the middle, Michael. His outfit changed to a suit of blue and white and a long trail coat. By his side are Uriel and Raphael. Raphael wears a blouse, a green vest, brown pants and black shoes. Gabriel is with them, sitting by Raphael and another angel with a golden tan, long golden wavy hair, light green eyes, a light pink star on their forehead, and a pale pink halo over their head. They are dressed in an open pink blouse, revealing their chest, white jeans, and white shoes. Their wings are white and pink in six. Jophiel is their name. By Uriel’s side is another angel; his skin is gray-white, and he has dark brown hair, grayish teal eyes, a gray star on his forehead, and a gray halo over his head. He wears a black hooded robe over his dark teal suit, and behind him are his six wings in dark teal and white. He is Azrael.

All stare at her, keeping their eyes on her. She stands in the middle, hands behind her back, and her wings fold back.

“Afternoon. You require me?” Shilo asked.

Raphael nodded. “Yes. You are correct.” He answered. 

“Glad you can make time for us,” Uriel exclaimed.

She smiled softly. “Well, you have been training me since I was made.” She explained. “Made me who I am today. I always made time for you.”

Jophiel grinned, placing their chins on their hands. “You are such a sweet little blue star.”

Shilo smiles at their comment. She composes herself, remembering what she was called for. “So? What do you wish to talk to me about?” She questioned them. “Gabriel told me I am not in any trouble.” 

Michael huffed, cuffed his hands together, and leaned forward. “Emily came to us and told us your aura was... sad," he explained. He was staring at Shilo intensely. “Like she feels that you were unhappy about something.” He added.

Shilo let out a groan. She realized her former student had gone to the Archangels out of concern. She knew her so well, but she should have taught her about respecting others’s privacy issues. “I didn’t want her to be so worried.” She responded. “It’s my issues that are mine to deal with. It’s not her business to get involved.” She added.

“But she was your student,” Azrael spoke, quiet and raspy. “You know she always looks up to you about all the events you’ve been through.”

Gabriel nodded, agreeing with him. “And she was only concerned about you. And... we are concerned as well.” He implored. “We all care about you and have wanted to help you since Lucifer’s banishment with Lilith.”

Hearing the name ‘Lilith,’ Shilo felt a rush of rage and vengeance in her. She still hated her for taking Lucifer from her, and even after eons, her vengeful feelings towards Lilith have not been quelled. Her rage made her release the frost that started to cover the floor, and snow fell out of nowhere, making the room cold. She was snarling, and her eyes were farrowed.

“Ah! Shilo Winterstone!!” Uriel shouted.

She snapped out of her mind, blinking. She took a deep breath, calming down as the frost melted and the snow disappeared. She frowned at the six, ashamed of herself for acting like this.

“Sorry... I forgot how angry you get around... her.” Gabriel apologized. He had nearly forgotten Shilo gets angry when someone mentions Lilith.

“It’s fine.” Shilo sighed, head bowed down. “Sorry..”

Uriel raised an eyebrow. “Is this about our talk yesterday?” She asked her.

Shilo grew silent and did not answer him, confirming his question. Her mind was still on her desire to leave heaven and perform her miracles on earth. 

Michael glared dangerously at Shilo as she bowed her head down. They were so close to keeping her bound to heaven’s ways, to blocking her curious nature. But her duties as a virtue still hold on to her like a snake coiling tightly on its prey. He placed his hands down before letting out a sigh. “Angel… Earth is filled with nothing but death and corruption. You are still innocent and still full of life.” Michael reasoned with her. “If you go down there and see the bad in humankind, you would lose sight of what God gave you.”

Shilo raises her head, staring at the six. “But I’m not naive; I’m wiser now and won’t be easily misled again.” She told them, a pleading look in her eyes. “All I wish for is one day on earth; see what happened there. I promise to return.” She cuffed her hands together, almost begging them.

“The answer is still no.” Raphael sternly told her. “Your place is in heaven, with us and the heavenborns.” He added.

Shilo lowers her hands, feeling like all her dreams are gone with one harsh word. She frowned sadly. “Right…” She bowed her head, looking down, and her wings lowered in sadness.

Michael sighed, standing up from his seat. “I think that’s it for today.” He proclaimed. He is putting an end to their meeting.

The other five nodded, all flying away and out of the courtroom. All that is still in is Shilo and Michael.

He approached her, stood before her, and frowned. It hurt him to see her so crushed and lacking in motivation. He placed a hand on her chin, tilting her head up, and made her look at him. “Angel,” he began.

Shilo just moved her head away from his glance. “I know. I am selfish thinking about leaving.” She sadly lamented.

“No, no. Don’t say that about yourself.” Michael shook his head, then pulled her into a hug. “We are trying to protect you, to help you have a better life.” He proclaimed, having her stare at him. “When you fell apart, it was painful to see you so vulnerable and helpless. To see you losing sight of yourself.”

She sighed softly, staring into his eyes. “I would have been so empty without you.” She responded. It was true in her mind; she would be so lost without him.

Michael nodded back, smiling down at her. “I would have, too, my angel.” He leaned down and kissed Shilo on the lips. She kissed him back. He pulled away, placing a hand to stroke her cheek softly.

“Young child with dreams. Dreaming each dream on your own.” Michael sings to her. He slowly lowers his hand, staring into her eyes. “When children play. Seems like you end up alone.”

He took both her hands, holding them up. “Papa says he‘d love to be with you if he had the time.” He sings, opening his wings wide. “You turn on the only friend you can find. There in your mind.”

He flew up the ceiling, and she followed. “Shilo when I was young. I used to call your name.” He continued singing to her. “When no one else would come. Shilo, you always came. And we’d play.”

The two floated in the air, circling as their wings held them up. “Young girl with fire. Something said she understood.” Michael leans close to her and places his hand behind her hair. “I wanted to fly. She made me feel like I could.” 

The two started dancing together, with her hands on his shoulder and his hands placed on her waist. “Held my hand out, and I let her take me. Blind as a child.” He put a kiss on her forehead. “All I saw was the way she made me smile. She made me smile.” 

He used his arms to pull her close to him till her breasts were pressed against his chest. “Shilo, when I was young. I used to call your name.” He placed his forehead against hers. “When no one else would come. Shilo, you always came. And you’d stay.”

He then released his arms around her, letting her go. He watched Shilo fly higher to the ceiling. She raised her hand, and a small cloud appeared. Soon, snow fell down softly. He smiled at how much Shilo had been improving herself with her powers. 

“Had a dream, and it filled me with wonder. She had other plans.” Michael sings as he watches her create snow clouds with gentle snow. “Got to go, and I know that you’ll understand. I understand.”

He frowned as the snow started falling on him. A wave of guilt enters his mind. “Shilo, when I was young. I used to call your name.” He floated back down on the floor. “When no one else would come. Shilo, you always came. Come today.”

In the ceiling, Shilo was smiling at the snow she had created. She was so proud of her work that her smile softened a bit. Too bad the mortals won’t get to see her miracles.

“Shilo," Michel called to her. She looked down to see Michael already on the floor. The snow faded away, along with the clouds. She floated back down, landing by him.

Michael huffed. “I must go back to work.” He told her. “Take care of yourself, my little angel.”

“Will you be available for our date tomorrow?” Shilo asked.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call you to let you know.” He added. He smiles softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Shilo smiled back. She kissed him on the lips, which kissed her back. Then she pulled away and left the courtroom, leaving Michael alone.

After a while, someone appears from the shadows, hands behind her back. “Does she know?” Michael sighed, hearing Lute’s voice from behind. He turned around, facing her as he mirrored her position and put his hands behind his.

“No,” Michael answered. “I am ordered to make sure she stays in the dark, even if it means lying to her.” His voice softens. 

“You’ve grown soft.” Lute hissed. 

“Said you, you’ve grown hard from all that extermination,” Michael responded snarkily. He shot her a harsh glare. “We can’t allow any more sinners, and keeping Lilith away only dims overpopulation.” He approaches her, staring down at her. “Keep the extermination going for another year.” He ordered her. 

“Yes, Sir Michael.” Lute nodded, understanding his orders. She left the courtroom. 

Michael turns his focus to an empty floor; it doesn’t seem much, but he can hear the memories of Lilith’s voice echoing inside his head and seeing the blood on the floor. He glared, hateful. “You’re wrong, you temptress. Hell will fall, along with you and your sinners.” He spoke harshly, almost like talking to a ghost from long ago.