#henry deaver

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I need Bill skarsgård x reader asap please someone make fanfic of him I swear to god,He's so fine. I need more fanfics of this man in real life and his characters that he plays like I'm begging 😭 😩 😫 🙏

[ilovetheideaofu]

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[treehyd]

bill skarsgard is one of those actors that when an edit of him pops up i get jumpscared. yeah yeah hes beautiful..still get jumpscared. SQUINT MF!! DAYUM

[hiddlelecki]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!🎄 It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t crank out a quick Castle Rock painting to end the night eh? I haven’t done one in over a year, so I needed my last piece of this year to be just that.

[cocaineskarsgard]

RAHHHH ROMAN GODREY EDIT

[sweetbillwriting]

A Thousand Leaves

The Eyes of A Son - Part 6

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, violence, death, blood and diseases, age difference, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Eric Kiehl was a man of reason even if his wife was far from it. While she believed in the most spiritual teachings he didn't really believe anything of it. Religion had beautiful stories but nothing more than that. He was sure of it.

He knew his wife Bea was fascinated by the young man they had let move in with them. Tha tall, skinny boy had been through a lot but she made him to something more. Everything she thought was special with him was something spiritual, otherworldly. Eric had also liked the boy, something in him made him think about their son, Isaiah. Their son had died tragically in a boat accident and had left the family and their home empty. It was strange meeting Henry. He didn't look like Isaiah but both he and his wife recognized the warmth and eyes full of love from their son. Attributes they had never seen in their daughter.

But things had changed. He could still see his son in Henry sometimes but he could also see something else. It was strange seeing Bea and her female friends around him, giggling like school girls. He had even seen them touch him. First he believed they took advantage of him. Used the fact that Henry was weak mentally to be able to touch a young handsome man but then he saw it. Henry's smirk. His hands caress the women's waists. Even his wife's. His daughter was the same and showed a side of herself he didn't like. She was jealous and controlling. And he had heard them. Having sex. He had heard Henry having sex with other women too. He didn't even know who they were. Henry invited them into their home when it was dark and slept with the women in his son's old bed. His wife didn't believe him and continued to care for him like he was a wounded puppy. One day he finally got her to agree to help Henry to find something of his own.

They were about to tell it to the boy, make him understand he must learn to take care of himself but something stopped those plans. Henry's wounds, the wounds his wife called stigmata, started to bleed and didn't stop. Just like Jesus'. Bea was sure it was stigmata. The man was a saint.

Henry had asked for him to drive him to the hospital. Of course he did and when he looked back at Henry he could see his son again. Henry felt like Isaiah at that moment and he would care for him like he was him.

×××

Irma and Bea sat and watched Henry sleep. The doctors thought he had some unusual form of hemophilia and would try every possible treatment for it. But it was much they didn't want to tell Bea and Irma, they noticed. Of course, Henry was a grown up and there were things they couldn't just tell them without his consent. Irma looked at the doctor curiously. They stood outside the room's window and talked with serious faces. But one of them also laughed and dragged a hand over his face. Irma didn't want anything more than to hear what they talked about.

She heard her mom crying next to her. She didn't look at her. She was a bit tired of her mother's big feelings especially when Henry was her boyfriend and she didn't cry as much as her mother. It was silly, she acted like he was her son.

In the waiting room sat Eric but he wasn't alone. Five women sat in the waiting room. Two of them he recognized as his wife's friends, another he recognized as his colleagues' daughter. He didn't think so much about it until he heard the women say Henry's name. Over and over. They were all there for Henry. Married women and girls that hadn't even celebrated their twentieth birthday.

Eric thought back on Henry in the car. The eyes from their son. He was special, the women probably just felt it too. He thought about his son and Henry. How Henry would stay with them. He sat looking out the window when several people started to scream. He looked around confused and then looked down at the floor. Like an army they came from nowhere. They came from all directions. Crickets and cockroaches.

×××

The hospital staff moved the patients to other sections of the hospital and forced the visitors to leave. Family Kiehl heard people talk about how the insects must have lived in the walls and Irma thought the same. They had lived in the walls and maybe a small earthquake or something made them come out. But her mother had another theory.

"Don't you understand? It's Henry! The stigmata and now this? It's like Moses in Egypt!"

Irma didn't know what her mother talked about. They sat in the couch group in the house of the Kiehl couple, all three of them.

"So what? Is he Moses?" Asked Irma uninterested. Her mother had started to go too far in her thoughts. She sounded like a lunatic.

"He is the savior. He has come back. Judgement Day is near."

Irma gave her mother a look of mocking.

"I didn't know you were like, christian? I thought you were all for nature and stuff."

Her mother nodded with big eyes. She looked out in the air.

"But Henry has shown me the truth."

Irma didn't know how she should answer her mother and sat quietly. She thought back on Kevin's story. Maybe there was some truth to it. It actually seemed like Henry had saved all those women from their awful husbands.

Eric sat quietly, he just listened in the beginning but then shut off. He knew more than the women in his family. He had seen other sides of Henry. He once again thought back on the moment in the car. His son's eyes. But then he remembered something else, something he hadn't taken in at that moment. Henry in the rearview mirror. It wasn't his son's eyes. Henry's eyes were black as night and seemed to swallow the light around him. It was just a second. A second he hadn't thought about, like his brain didn't see it as anything important. It was strange how his brain had made it feel like something ordinary when he now realized he had seen the real Henry. The evil inside of him.

×××

Irma answered the phone at her parents house three days later. She often answered their phone because of old habits, it didn't feel like it was so long ago she had lived there.

It was Henry's doctor saying that he would be able to go home. The bleeding had stopped for now from the treatment and Henry had more energy. The news made Irma perk up and she thanked the doctor several times. She hadn't noticed her father stopping on the way to the kitchen to listen to her phone call in the hallway. He tried to understand what made his daughter so happy and thought about Henry. It felt like that was the only thing that could make the women in his family so happy nowadays.

"What was that all about?" He asked curiously. Irma gave him a surprised look and then looked around worriedly.

"Ehh… It was my job? They have heard I was here when they couldn't reach me at home."

Eric nodded a little but it felt like his daughter lied.

"And they gave me a new job," she said and faked a big smile but after having thought of Henry the smile became a real one.

"Oh, that's good, honey. But the article about Henry…?"

"Oh, yeah we will see."

Irma didn't want to write it anymore. He was a wounded man. A wounded man she loved.

She started to put on her outerwear and her father continued to look at her.

"Where are you going now?"

"Home. I need to prepare for the job."

Irma still smiled because she would go to the hospital. She would have Henry all by herself now. He was hers and her parents had started to forget that.

Henry sat on the bed when she came into the room. He wore his own clothes and smiled at her.

"Hey Irma," he said sweetly. His hands were still in bandages but now there were no bloodstains on it.

"Hey baby," she said back and with confidence she walked up to him and gave him a kiss. He looked at her surprised but then smiled.

"Again," he said with a low voice and laid his hands on her waist. Irma looked down at his big hands, it felt good having them there. She wanted his hands all over her. She gave him one more kiss but this time he deepend it, made her separate her lips so their tongues could say hello to each other. Irma giggled. Finally she got to be close to him again. There, her mother or young stupid girls couldn’t destroy their happiness. She straddled his lap and that made him lean back on his elbows.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He whispered.

Irma looked at him with big eyes. She could see they were completely black but right then and there it felt like it was a normal thing. It was nothing to react to.

"I don't want anything more…"

He looked down at his crotch and it made Irma do the same. With another guy she wouldn't be that girl that unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans but with Henry it felt like she would starve if she didn't. She didn't think about that they were in a hospital, with the blinds open. Anyone could see them.

She looked at his cock like it was a masterpiece. It was beautiful, so beautiful she sighed in wonder.

"Honey?" Said Henry and Irma looked up at him with all her senses pointed at him.

"I think you should ride me… And then I can give you a gift."

Irma nodded and took off all her clothes. Henry laid on the bed, looking at her with the black eyes and smirked by seeing her naked skin.

"That's a good example…" he whispered to himself with the same smirk.

Irma straddled his lap again and when she guided his cock to her opening he laughed.

"I will give you the best gift… My offspring."

×××

Irma looked at the man next to her in the passenger seat with a warm smile. She still saw that wounded man but also something more. She couldn't describe what it was. Maybe it was light? Or the opposite? It was something more she couldn't put her finger on but he was gorgeous, mesmerizing and sexy. She loved him. She even worshiped him even if that word didn't come up in her head when she looked at him. But she did.

"Can we go home to your parents? I just want to eat well and sleep…" he said sweetly. Irma really wanted to take him home to hers but she couldn't say no to him.

"Of course, baby…" she said with a smile and dragged her hand over his smooth neck. Henry smiled. She still saw the black eyes but still didn't react to it. It was just a part of him now.

×××

Eric came home to an empty home after having done some grocery shopping. It was nice to get some time alone and try to think about something else than Henry, the cockroaches and crickets. He knew Bea had her new age meeting and Irma had her job. He thought about stretching out the couch with a beer and maybe put on a video. He had bought some cheap ones in the video store. While putting the groceries in the fridge he heard it. A giggle. It didn't sound like either his wife or daughter so he furrowed his brows in confusement. When he heard it again he took one of the knives in the knife stand and armed himself. There was a woman in his home even if it was just him there.

"Hello? Who's there?" He shouted while spinning the knife in his hand nervously.

He didn't give an answer but instead heard a woman moan. It sounded like another woman he hadn't heard before. It must be Henry, once again he had taken an unknown woman to their home. But Henry didn't have a key. It was confusing but he still was sure it was Henry and that got confirmed when he heard Henry laugh.

"Eric? Your fucking pussy! Don't you dare to come in?" He shouted. Eric swallowed hard. He didn't like the insult and with a beating heart he walked into the living room where he had heard them.

Henry sat on the couch, completely naked and smirked with black eyes. Around him were all the women from Bea's new age group. Two of them took turns to jerk him off while a third sat between his legs with a lowered head. Eric didn't even want to think about what she was doing down there, so down low while Henry's feet were up on the coffee table.

"What the fuck…?" Eric said, dropping the knife from all the overwhelming feelings.

"Bea! Your husband is home!" Shouted Henry and let a fourth woman kiss his neck. Eric looked around confused until Bea came out from the bedroom as naked as all the others.

"I'm sorry Eric… But he is… The One," she said with a low voice. Eric just shook his head and was close to tears.

"What fucking is this?" He said. His voice broke by the tears in his throat.

"It's called an orgy. You should leave us alone if you don't want to see me fuck you wife just like I fucked your daughter."

Eric felt the tears stream down his cheeks and ran out from the living room, through the hallway and out on the porch. He cried loudly with such heavy chest pains it felt like a heart attack. He sat down on the stairs and tried to calm himself down. He breathed deeply for a long time, he couldn't even say for how long he sat there.

"Dad?" Are you okay?” He heard his daughter ask and he looked up. Irma stood in front of him and just behind her stood Henry. Both of them looked worriedly at him with big eyes. Eric looked at Henry in confusion at first but then the anger pushed in his chest and took over his body.

"You fucking little shit!!" He screamed and attacked Henry so violently Henry fell down on the ground. Eric gave him kick after kick in the head while screaming loudly.

"Dad! Stop! Stop!" Screamed Irma and tried to make her dad stop kicking Henry that laid curled up on the pavement.

He didn't stop until two of their neighbors took a hold of him. Eric cried violently and looked down at Henry who was completely bloody in his face. Almost all of their neighbors stood outside and looked at them, looking at Eric lose his mind. They saw how a man of reason became a monster.

Eric looked down at Henry who coughed blood while Irma sat with his head in her lap and cried.

"What is happening here?!" Screamed someone behind Eric. He recognized that voice all too well. He turned around and met his wife's eyes. She had both clothes and outerwear on and a new haircut. She shook her head and looked at him like she was terrified.

"How could you..?" She said and looked down at Henry. She also sat down next to Henry.

"Call an ambulance!" Said Bea and looked at her neighbors. "And the police," she said harshly and looked at her husband. Eric cried heavy tears. He didn't understand at all what was happening. Had he lost his mind?

Henry looked up at him with big eyes. His son's eyes but then smirked. His multicolored eyes got darker and darker and were soon so black they seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Please take him away from me…" he sobbed while looking at the women of Eric's family. His eyes were still black but the women didn't react to it.

"Of course. We will never ever let him into our life again," said Bea comforting and looked at her husband coldly even if he screamed of sadness.

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It wasn't hard for Eric to be released from the cops. He knew them all and none of them had seen what happened. But there was also one more thing. The police chief looked at him examining when he told them about Henry. The things that felt all too unbelievable he left out but he told them how he had made sexual approaches to both his daughter and wife and was on almost every woman close to them. The deputy next to the chief smirked amused but the older police looked at Eric with a serious expression.

"Can you leave us alone a bit?" He said to the deputy who answered with a confused look but walked out from the interrogation room.

"I've seen him. Outside of high school. Talking with the older students… The female students. I've always got bad vibes. He feels like the perverted type. And… One of the girls who I've seen him with is pregnant now. Her mother is on her way to move to run from the gossiping but her husband seems to want to stay here…" said the police with a low voice. He maybe shouldn't talk like that but it was just gossip, something Eric Kiehl could have heard somewhere else.

Eric nodded and let his thoughts go wild. The women he had taken home were maybe young girls. There was something really wrong with Henry.

"Can you check him up a bit? Like… See what you can find about the kidnapping?"

The police laughed.

"I don't even believe he got kidnapped. He just had gay sex and locked himself up."

"Why would he do that?"

"Who the fuck knows. I heard some things…"

Eric looked at him with big eyes and the police shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing I can tell you but it's fucked up shit."

When Eric got released he sat down at a bench close to the police office. He hadn't anywhere to go and didn't have energy to try to talk with his family. Henry had completely manipulated them. He really needed to find out more about the kid. Even the police chief thought the guy was creepy.

The town looked as sleepy as it always had done, there weren't many people out in the cold November weather but it had spread another coldness in the town Eric hadn't noticed and more and more young women realized they were pregnant…

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[kn0xxtoaster]

I feel like they would get along

[existingtm]

So I just finished episode 4 of Castle Rock

I knew vaguely what would happen at the end but I didn't know why or exactly how until now

Man

[presumablystrange]

[stevesharrlngtons]

bill skarsgard characters

(2020-2021)

stories.

the kid

when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart

you get far more than you bargained for after agreeing to visit a long lost mysterious inmate at shawshank prisoner

mickey

just a little downhill 

after a hard day of work, mickey comes home to a very unwelcome and unexpected guest: his little brother

-discontinued.

[sillypenguinwitch]

isaac's books in heartstopper s2

episode 1:

Tillie Walden: I Love This Part

Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé: Ace of Spades

episode 2:

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay

Oscar Wilde: The Importance of Being Earnest

episode 3:

Ocean Vuong: Night Sky with Exit Wounds (the one he is carrying under his arm, I'm assuming that's his and not for the display?)

has read: Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi: Bisexual, Pansexual, Fluid, and Nonbinary Youth

Emily Henry: Book Lovers

episode 4:

Victor Hugo: Les Misérables

Antoine De Saint-Exupéry: The Little Prince

Kate Chopin: The Awakening

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay (again)

episode 5:

Albert Camus: The Outsider

episode 6:

Martin Handford: Where's Wally? The Great Picture Hunt

Meredith Russo: Birthday

Jules Verne: Around the World in Eighty Days

Sara Pennypacker: Pax Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, Sophie Mas: How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are ? ? ? Damian Dibben: The Color Storm Alice Oseman: Loveless Susan Stokes-Chapman: Pandora Katy Hessel: The Story of Art Without Men ? Evelyn Waugh: Rossetti Arthur Conan Doyle: The Hound of the Baskervilles A.O. Scott: Better Living Through Criticism ?: Then We Came to an End (?) Ruth Millington: Muse Dr. Jaqui Lewis: Fierce Love Charlotte Van Den Broek: Bold Ventures - Thirteen Tales of Architectural Tragedy ?

Richard Siken: Crush

episode 7:

Garrard Conley: Boy Erased

George Matthew Johnson: All Boys Aren't Blue

Samra Habib: We Have Always Been Here

episode 8:

Akemi Dawn Bowman: Summer Bird Blue

Angela Chen: Ace

bonus:

Truham school library pride display (seen in ep. 3 and 8):

top to bottom, left to right: Angela Chen: Ace Andrew Holleran: The Kingdom of Sand Mary Jean Chan and Andrew McMillan: 100 Queer Poems Scott Stuart: My Shadow Is Pink Lotte Jeffs: My Magic Family Tucker Shaw: When You Call My Name Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi - Pansexual, Fluid, Nonbinary and Fluid Youth Alok Vaid-Menon: Beyond the Gender Binary George M. Johnson: All Boys Aren’t Blue Mason Deaver: I Wish You All the Best Alex Gino: George Melissa

on top of shelves (left to right): Kevin Van Whye: Nate Plus One Xixi Tian: This Place is Still Beautiful Becky Albertalli: Leah on the Offbeat Mya-Rose Craig: Birdgirl Bernardine Evaristo: Girl, Woman, Other Connie Glynn: Princess Ever After Saundra Mitchell: The Prom

Charlie's choice at Shakespeare and Co (ep. 6): Allan Hollinghurst: The Swimming Pool Library

That's it for now.

Sorry about the ones i couldn't identify and sorry if i missed any! Might try and do some of the ones in Isaac's room later but that'll take a minute

[broadcastarchive-umd]

#PBS Stage on Screen was a PBS series that presented American theatrical productions. A total of six episodes were produced between 2000 and 2003. The second program was "Twilight: Los Angeles," a one-woman play by actor/playwright Anna Deavere Smith.

Her play told the story of the Rodney King incident from multiple perspectives. Among the dozens of characters she portrayed were (clockwise from upper left) scholar Cornel West; Rodney King's aunt, Angela King; Henry "Keith" Watson, so-assailant of Reginald Denny; and former liquor store owner Mrs. Young-Soon Han.

Photos: Adger W. Cowans

[sweetbillwriting]

A Thousand Leaves

Part 4 - Mama's Boy

Description: A local news reporter wants to know everything about the young man that has been found imprisoned in a basement. While she searches for answers, her relationship with the young man becomes more and more complicated.

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town with several smaller villages surrounding it.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, age difference, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: Henry Deaver is back! I noticed I changed the perspective in the middle of this story, and I'm sorry for that and I hope it doesn't affect the experience too much. It's a good idea to read the earlier chapters again before this because it is names and other things that can be hard to understand without the background.

"Where are they??" Irma said to her father angrily. She didn't think she could be so angry at him and especially not because of such a thing.

Eric Kiehl gave her a strange look and crossed his arms. They stood in her parents' hallway but it was only one of them who was mad.

"They are at one of her friends' houses. It's your mother we're talking about, honey."

Irma looked at him in annoyance. He didn't understand a thing. How would he, he was a man.

"Which friend? What are they doing there?"

"Sharon, they are cutting his hair, I think."

Her dad shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He couldn't believe his daughter was this controlling and did not even trust her own mother.

Irma clenched her jaw before she ran out the door. It was just a ten minute walk to Sharon’s and she felt like she nearly ran there. She knew what an impact Henry had on women, even some men and she wanted to protect him from middle aged women. She was also worried her mother had a bigger interest in Henry than she had pretended to but Irma wasn't comfortable really thinking about that. It would mean her mother thought about cheating against her father. Sharon lived in a big house similar to her parents. Irma didn't have time to calm down, to collect herself and knocked hard on the door. She felt it took ages for someone to open and when someone did it was her own mother.

"Oh thank God you're here!" She said it in panic and dragged her daughter into the hallway.

"Has something happened? Is he okay?" Irma said in just as much panic and looked around the house. She could hear several women talking from the living room but they were not happy, it sounded more like they were fighting.

"What's happening?" Said Irma confused while listening.

"They're fighting. About Henry!" Whisper Bea. "Take him away! I thought he would like being in our New Age meeting. Instead they started to ask him the most Inappropriate questions."

"Like what??"

"Susan even made him show his… Penis in the bathroom for her! I think she even touched it!"

Irma just stood and looked at her mother in disbelief. Her mother and her friends were calm new age women, talking about tarot and star signs but seemed to have gone crazy from meeting Henry.

"Where is he now?" Irma was calmer now but not because she felt calmness, more that she was scared that Henry felt awful. He had been abused before.

"He is with Edie in the backyard. He has it better there."

Edie was Sharon's teenage daughter. She was a bit boring and virginal and wanted to be a doctor. Irma had many times tried to talk with her but she was both shy and without social competence. Henry probably was safe with her. Irma walked through the house carefully, hoping to not get caught, instead she caught Henry on the porch. Maybe her mother's friend had been on him but it was obvious it was he that leaned into Edie, with his fingers in her hair and kissed those untouched lips.

Irma just stood and looked at them where they sat on the porch steps with her heart in her throat. Henry kissed Edie again, leaned his head to the side and let the tip of his tongue drag over her lower lip. His other hand played with her short plaid skirt.

"Henry?" Irma said his name with a low voice. She was close to tears but instead of getting an answer he bit his lip when Edie moaned. He worked his lips down Edie's neck while his hand dived in under her skirt. Edie just moaned, leaned her head back and bit her lip. She was beautiful. Really beautiful and looked so erotic. Irma had never thought she was anything special before but now it was painfully obvious why Henry had chosen to be close to the teenager.

"Henry!" Irma almost screamed with a voice full of hurt feelings. Henry looked up at Irma fast with big innocent eyes. He didn't watch her with shame, more like he didn't understand her anger.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked with his smooth voice. His hand was still under Edie's skirt.

"Don't use those… 'Little boy eyes' towards me! Come! Now!" She said determined but tears had broken free from her eyes.

Both Henry and Edie looked at her confused then at each other. Edie took his hand in her's, dragged her hand up the back of his hand and took a vise grip around his wrist. Henry looked at her with big eyes, like he was in love.

"Henry! She's a fucking teenager! She is seventeen years old!"

"I'm nineteen actually." Edie's voice was much harder than her usual shy voice.

"Who the fuck cares! Henry is my boyfriend!"

It wasn't like they had decided that but he was more or less her boyfriend.

"Am I?" Henry said confused while playing with Edie's hand.

"Just come now!" Irma stomped her foot and it finally made Henry stand up.

She took his hand forcefully and dragged him away from the porch, through the house. It felt like she had a fire in her heart, burning of rage and jealousy.

She continued to drag him home but slowed down when she realized Henry followed her without force.

"Have I done something wrong?" He whispered. He looked at her with those big multicolored eyes and blinked slowly. He really looked like a confused boy. Irma stopped and looked up at him while he played with the edge of his dark blue sweater. He swallowed dryly when he saw Irma's hurt look.

"I thought… I thought we were a thing," she said and lowered her eyes.

"A thing?"

"Yes."

Henry stood quiet and looked at her up and down.

"What do you mean with 'a thing'?"

Irma raised her head and looked at him. She drowned in his eyes and sighed. He really was confused. He didn't get it.

"What you did with Edie… With me… You should just do that with one person."

"Why? It's really nice… Why not… With more people?"

Irma didn't know how to answer his question. He didn't seem to have that sort of romantic feelings for her so why would she tell him about her own? She shouldn't even have those feelings, she should write an article about him.

Irma continued to walk in silence with Henry one step behind her.

"Why can't I kiss a teenager?"

Irma bit her lip and closed her eyes. She didn't want to talk about this with him but she had chosen to take care of him.

"Because you're too old. You're an adult, she's still a child."

"I thought we didn't know my age?"

Irma sighed in anger and continued to walk. She was tired of him. Maybe he didn't understand but it was still awful behavior.

×××

While Henry was reading in one of the armchairs in the living room, Irma sat with Bea, her mother, in the kitchen. They both sat quietly, stunned by everything that had happened. The awful questions to Henry, the fighting, the abuse but then also his cozy meeting with Edie.

"He was probably in some sort of shock, the poor thing. He is such a beautiful man with an amazing aura and gets awful treatment because of it," said Bea and shook her head. Irma knew it wasn't that easy. It was obvious Henry was a sexual person, maybe even liking to degrade and manipulate people but he didn't seem to have any knowledge about boundaries. He was a confused, traumatized man but probably with a background very different from the person her mother could see.

"Was he hard?" When Susan… abused him?"

Bea swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. It was obvious she didn't want to answer.

"He was, wasn't he? Maybe he actually even wanted it?" Irma shook her head of distaste. "He wanted it, right? You also saw it, his other face."

"He's just confused. He doesn't know what he wants. It happens to many abuse victims. They don't feel like they own their own body."

Bea laid her hand on her chest like she felt pain for him. Irma just looked at the backyard, the orange and brown leaves lying on the ground. Maybe she was the one in the wrong here. Henry was such an innocent creature, probably just taking after the person, or people who had abused him. He didn't know better.

She heard Henry's dragging footsteps coming into the kitchen. His eyes were big, glassy and he looked like he was in panic.

"What is it, honey?” Asked Bea worriedly and stood up. She blocked Irma's view of him and they talked with low voices. Irma wondered what it was all about and wanted to ask but didn't want to make him more upset. Henry turned and walked out the kitchen and Bea looked at her daughter with a sad look.

"He had fallen asleep and urinated himself. Because of his nightmares… It’s happened a few times before. You must see that he is a victim in this?" Said Irma's mother, upset before walking out from the kitchen, to Henry in the bathroom.

×××

Irma decided to stay for dinner that day, not really because she wanted to be with her parents but because she really wanted to show Henry how sorry she was. She had acted like he was any other guy even if he was far from it. He had probably lived in a cage for years, gotten abused and lost his memory because of the trauma. Who knows how he had been placed in that cage, maybe that was one more traumatic reason. She couldn't think of him as a regular guy because he didn't even know how to be one. She sat and looked at him while he ate. In the beginning he had just eaten white bread, now he ate a pasta salad. His stomach was still sensitive and acted up if he ate too much fat or spices. He ate carefully and slowly with a low gaze. Bea gave her daughter a disappointed look and shook her head. She knew Henry didn't eat that carefully anymore and blamed her daughter for making him uncomfortable.

Irma cleared her throat and tried to find Henry's eyes but it was so hard she gave up.

"Henry? I'm sorry I… Got mad at you. I know it can't be easy for you to know how to act."

Irma thought back on the memory of him on Halloween.

"I was just the person they wanted me to be."

Had he done the same to her? Played a role as the sexy guy because that was what she wanted? Maybe it was a thing he had been taught in the cage. She looked at his brown hair that was shorter and his big hands that weren't at all as skinny as when he was in the institution. Irma made a sob and looked down at her plate. Her mother had really cared for him and she was so occupied trying to sleep with him, seize him to really care for him. Irma looked at her mother with tears running down her cheeks.

"And I'm sorry mom… I know you want his best."

Henry looked up at the two women and then at the man of the house. Eric smiled pleased, especially when Bea first looked at Henry then smiled at their daughter. She took her hand in her's and squeezed it.

"It's okay, honey."

Irma looked at Henry who watched her but didn't smile.

"You can be with Edie if you like. It's none of my business." The word pained in her mouth especially when Henry smiled a little and looked down at his salad.

"Thank you," he said with a low voice and fixed his hair.

They sat silently for a while in the dining room. There wasn't an empty chair anymore and Irma looked at the man who had filled it. He was a part of the family now and maybe she should see him more as a brother.

"Would it be okay if I stay over? It would feel so empty going back to my apartment," she said and looked at her father. He licked his lips and looked at her mother instead. It usually was her father who decided in their home but it seemed like it had changed. Irma looked at her mother who looked bothered.

"I think Henry needs some rest… It has been an eventful day."

Irma looked shocked at her mother and furrowed her brows. She was their child, not Henry. Wasn't she always welcomed?

Irma made a sound of offense and looked at Henry sitting at her brother's chair. Her brother Isaiah had been the favorite child when he was alive, ambitious and liked by everyone, it seemed like her parents had a new golden child and it wasn't even their own.

"It's okay… But… but can I have the bed?" Said Henry carefully to her. Bea watched her daughter worriedly then Henry.

"Of course honey, she can't kick you out of your bed. You need it because of your back."

Irma didn't know if she should laugh or cry. The situation was bizarre and she thought about just going home but she needed to take back her family. If she would go home he would become even more of the child.

×××

Irma got to sleep in the guestroom. The bed in that room was the smaller one she had had when she was ten, the one in her room was Isaiah's old one that she had inherited after he had passed away. The bed Henry slept in now. The small bed wasn't comfortable at all so maybe it was also that, that made her walk into her room in the middle of the night after a toilet visit. She hadn't meant to go to Henry, it was probably just an old habit that made her walk into the bigger room.

Henry laid on his back in the bed. He was snoring lightly but it wasn't what Irma's attention was on, it was his body. It had changed drastically since the last time she saw it undressed. He layed in just a pair of bright red boxers that enhanced his bulge. He had lean muscles in every body part and she could see them move when he changed position. She wondered if he had worked out or where the muscles had come from. She walked closer and looked at the abs and muscular chest. Her mother hadn't said a thing about him working out. His hand moved but Irma didn't think about that until it took a hold of her hand and he laid it on his abs. She looked up at his face in surprise and he smiled at her.

"It looked like you wanted to touch…" He said softly and stretched out so she could see his body even better.

"Have you… you... Ehh.. Like have you worked out?" She said embarrassed and let her fingers drag over his stomach, down to the elastic of his boxers.

Henry smiled and shook his head.

"I'm just this way."

Irma looked down at his body again and giggled a little. He was too perfect. She dragged her palm over his body to feel everything better, chest, stomach, v-line but also down over his bulge. She continued her movement over his boxers when she got a reaction and Henry dragged them down when he was fully hard to show off his impressive size. Perfect. Just perfect.

Henry sat up on the edge, leaned back on his hands and gave her a smirk. Irma wouldn't be able to say why she knew, but in that moment she knew what he wanted. Slowly she took off her clothes and let him watch intensely, then she crawled up in the bed and took her position on all fours. She couldn't see Henry anymore, just felt his movements on the mattress. He crawled up behind her, on his knees and stood there a long time without touching her. Maybe he touched himself. Maybe he just enjoyed seeing her position with her butt in the air. Irma just waited patiently but hoped he would penetrate her soon. He did after a while but after having spanked her five times. He didn't make a sound about it, just did it like it was the most natural thing. Irma giggled in surprise but just waited for his cock. When he pushed into her she was so wet he slipped in with ease but still she could feel every vein, every twitch.

×××

The house was old but we'll maintained but the house's natural sounds they couldn't do much about. When it was windy the sound became worse so that night Irma woke up from the house stretching and banging. She looked around confused but remembered her embrace with Henry. She could feel his cum all over her back but also how sore she was on the inside, her ass and her hair roots that he had pulled on hard but Henry was gone from the bed. The house made a loud bang but that wasn't everything she heard, she could also hear voices. Whispering voices, close but still a bit away from her. She turned towards the door and her eyes met a dim light from the doorway. It took a while for her eyes to get used to the light but when she did she could clearly see Henry, dressed in only his boxers and her mother in a robe. They stood close together and her mother laughed. Even if it was dark could Irma see how her eyes twinkled while watching Henry, how her eyes shifted between his face and his body. Henry wore an innocent smile and took her mother's hand in his. Irma couldn't hear what they talked about but she doubted she wanted to hear it. Once again it didn't seem like her mother thought of Henry as a son at all.

×××

It was obvious something was weird with Henry. Not just what has happened to him but it was something else. Irma had her article to write and she knew it could be an interesting article, nothing anyone had expected. The only thing that had stopped her from digging was her feelings for Henry. Henry, with multicolored eyes and a velvet voice. She still had feelings for him, maybe more than ever but she also had more questions than she had ever had.

The next day she left Henry to her mother's care and took her parents' car to the town Luna had lived in. The town of The New Church of The Glorious Light. She left her sunny town, in orange and red and went to the gray corner a few hours away. The trees there had already lost all their leaves and the houses didn't look like they had gotten love in a long time. Irma didn't know where to start and parked her car by the church. Or could you even say it was a church? It had lost most of its roof and it seemed like birds and bats had moved into it. Irma couldn't see a person, it looked like the whole town was abandoned. She sighed to herself and dragged her hand over her soft suede jacket. She must start somewhere, she thought to herself and looked at the biggest house on the street. It was much bigger than the rest and had two cars by the garage. She would start there, ask them about Henry Deaver, the church musician and hope that they weren't new in town. She looked at the sign by a dead bush while she walked up the driveway.

Kevin, Esther & Ewe

The Munro Family

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Castle Rock (2018-2019)+ female directors

1x8 Past Perfect (2018)

1x9 Henry Deaver (2018)

1x10 Romans (2018)

2x3 Ties that Bind (2019)

2x5 The Laughing Place (2019)

2x10 Clean (2019)

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do you have a spotify? do you have any favorite playlists based on emilio or any of your other favorite characters like sam winchester cesare borgia or jude from a little life?

oH YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE!!!!!

i have made soooo many playlists for my favs!!! here are the ones you requested :3

the sparrow (instrumental score playlist) [tracklist]

emilio sandoz

the sparrow (general playlist)

sofia mendes

gina/emilio

sam winchester

the borgias (mostly cesare/lucrezia tho)

a little life (but mostly jude <3)

plus a few more that i'm really fond of <3

lottie matthews

millions knives (from trigun stampede)

henry deaver (from castle rock)

the locked tomb

laura palmer

if you listen to any of these, please let me know and tell me what you think!! :D <3

also if you look at this directly on my blog, because of the way my theme is, it looks like none of these are links, but i promise u they are.

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MY 2023 BOOK LIST!

January

Neighborhood Girls by Jessie Ann Foley

The Feeling of Falling in Love by Mason Deaver

The Twelfth Grade Night by Molly Horton Booth, Stephanie Kate Strohm, and Jamie Green (graphic novel)

If You Change Your Mind by Robby Weber

Spells For Lost Things by Jenna Evans Welch

Love and Gelato by Jenna Evans Welch

Blaine For the Win by Robbie Couch

She’s Too Pretty To Burn by Wendy Heard

Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman

January Favorite: Spells For Lost Things by Jenna Evans Welch

February

Like Other Girls by Britta Lundin

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green (reread)

Home Field Advantage by Dahlia Adler (reread)

Trouble Girls by Julia Lynn Rubin

Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan (reread)

Tweet Cute by Emma Lord

When You Get the Chance by Emma Lord

This Is Not a Love Scene by S. C. Megale

Again, but Better by Christine Riccio

Better Together by Christine Riccio

The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons

Under One Roof by Ali Hazelwood

February Favorite: Again, but Better by Christine Riccio

March

Stuck With You by Ali Hazelwood

The Best Laid Plans by Cameron Lund

Exactly Where You Need to Be by Amelia Diane Coombes

Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli (reread)

Together, Apart by Various Authors (short stories)

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie

Out of the Blue by Jason June

Below Zero by Ali Hazelwood

In the Event of Love by Courtney Kae

Heartbreakers and Fakers by Cameron Lund

If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo

See You Yesterday by Rachel Lynn Solomon

March Favorite: See You Yesterday by Rachel Lynn Solomon

April

Love on the Brain by Ali Hazelwood

Planning Perfect by Haley Neil

Love and Luck by Jenna Evans Welch

Noteworthy by Riley Redgate

Afterglow by Phil Stamper

Right Where I Left You by Julian Winters

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker (graphic novel)

Goodbye, Perfect by Sara Barnard

As You Wish by Chelsea Sedoti 

     April Favorite: Noteworthy by Riley Redgate

May

I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman (reread)

Solitaire by Alice Oseman (reread)

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (reread)

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (reread)

Here the Whole Time by Vitor Martins

This is Our Place by Vitor Martins

Confessions of an Alleged Good Girl by Joya Goffney

Dear Evan Hansen by Steven Levensen

Happy Place by Emily Henry

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan

May Favorite: Dear Evan Hansen by Steven Levensen

June

Divergent by Veronica Roth (reread)

Insurgent by Veronica Roth (reread)

Allegiant by Veronica Roth (reread)

If I See You Again Tomorrow by Robbie Couch

The Maze Runner by James Dashner (reread)

The Scorch Trials by James Dashner (reread)

June Favorite: If I See You Again Tomorrow by Robbie Couch

July

The Death Cure by James Dashner (reread)

The Fever Code by James Dashner (reread)

May the Best Man Win by ZR Ellor

Jay’s Gay Agenda by Jason June 

July Favorite: Jay’s Gay Agenda by Jason June

August

Vampires, Hearts & Other Dead Things by Margie Fuston

The Long Run by James Acker

Love & Olives by Jenna Evans Welch

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman (reread)

Five Feet Apart by Mikki Daughtry, Rachael Lippincott, and Tobias Iaconis (reread)

Give Me a Sign by Anna Sortino

The Lucky List Rachael Lippincott (reread)

She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick (reread)

Indestructible Object by Mary McCoy

If You Still Recognize Me by Cynthia So

Remind Me to Hate You Later by Lizzy Mason

August Favorite: Give Me a Sign by Anna Sortino

September

Fat Chance, Charlie Vega by Crystal Maldonado

The Girl Least Likely by Katy Loutzenhiser

Faith: Greater Heights by Julie Murphy

Love Letters for Joy by Melissa See

Northranger by Rey Terciero and Bre Indigo (graphic novel)

All This Time by Mikki Daughtry and Rachael Lippincott (reread)

Loveless by Alice Oseman (reread) 

Coming Up For Air by Nicole B. Tyndall

Study Break by Various Authors (Collection of Short Stories)

September Favorite: Love Letters for Joy by Melissa See

October

The Night In Question by Kathleen Glasgow & Liz Lawson

I’d Rather Burn Than Bloom by Shannon C.F. Rogers

Running by Natalia Sylvester

The Kate in Between by Claire Swinarski

10 Truths and a Dare by Ashley Elston

Julieta and the Romeos by Maria E. Andreu

The Meaning of Birds by Jaye Robin Brown

All Signs Point to Yes by Various Authors (Collection of Short Stories)

October Favorite: Julieta and the Romeos by Maria E. Andreu

November

Lose You to Find Me by Erik J. Brown

Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan

Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler

Just Visiting by Dahlia Adler

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins (reread)

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (reread)

Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh by Rachael Lippincott

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (reread)

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (reread)

November Favorite: Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler

December

How To Excavate a Heart by Jake Maia Arlow

Look on the Bright Side by Lily Williams and Karen Schneemann (graphic novel)

Breathe and Count Back from Ten by Natalia Sylvester

Surprisingly Sarah by Terri Libenson (Graphic Novel)

Sincerely, Confusingly, Yours by Hailey Gonzales

December Favorite: How to Excavate a Heart by Jake Maia Arlow

2023 Book Total: 104

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i hope you all know that sharing this with you means a lot to me. this is who i am in a list. my book taste, the number of books i read, the authors i like. this is a part of me, and you are getting it. happy 2024