#lady bower damn

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[jasonthetoymakesmybbg]

Sweetness is a Tasteful thing. (1/??)

Yep, back immediately cause this man is legit invading my mindset and I can not-like he’s actually so fine 😍🙏

Anyways-

Patrick Hockstetter x Female/Male Reader

I am making this cause a scenario kinda went into my head like what if Patrick and his mom met your guys family and stuck around your house for a bit, but y’all are kinda like enemies and he’s forced to be in your room so y’all get along, and like he starts talking about horny shit. Then he started touching himself while staring you dead in the eye, casually moaning your name? I might make a second thing for this adding the rest of the Bowers Gang but,Like bro-HE WONT LEAVE MY HEAD 😭 and for male like he decides to leave Fem flabbergasted and bumped into Male room, then kinda walked in and yeah?

Another day passing, a peaceful weekend, meaning not having to deal with the Bowers Gang…is what I thought but this day became stressful for me.

I was peacefully in my room drawing who knows what, mostly just random doodles of cats or silly goofy things cause why not? I heard a knock on my door and I look up, seeing my mom.

“Sweetie? We’re having guest, get a shirt on.” My mom said quickly, closing my door again, oh yeah forget to mention I was chilling in a pair of shorts and bra cause I was comfy, but who could be visiting?

I sigh and get up, getting a long sleeve shirt on, I grumble as I left my room to see who is was, and who do I see?

Hockstetter and his mom standing inside our living. In my home? Fuck this-before I could slip away back to my safe space my dad spoke up.

“And there’s one of my kids” He said that on purpose? Fuck you dad.

Hockstetter turned and saw me, smirking a bit, damn it why is he so submissive and breedable looking but is a sadistic asshole that’s a tad aggressive?-

(All Y/n as siblings cause yeah)

“Hi…I’m [Fem]Y/n” I grumble a little, feeling all my stress appearing again and I barely left school.

His mom simply waved, greeting me and probably clueless of what her son was planning, meanwhile I felt like killing myself.

My brother walked in [Male] Y/n and he looked in disbelief seeing Patrick, he glanced at me and I shrugged.

“Ah, there’s my son” my dad spoke up, damn it.

“Why don’t you hang out with them?” My mom said looking at Patrick, he shrugged and walked over to me, meanwhile my brother left already, really said ‘ladies first’ we walked to my room, dread touched my heart.

Opening to my glorious room filled with randomly shit that related to my interests or gore art on the wall I pinned up. I sat on my bed, Patrick closed my door, damn it. He smirked lightly sitting in my spinning chair.

“You seem so tense..why is that?” He lightly mocked, I glared.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I grumble to myself again, glaring in hatred.

“Maybe..I might’ve said something about you to my mom to convince her to come over” he grinned.

“…bitch” I said lowly, he smirked at my hostile attitude, but he’s low key hot-stay focused.

“You know…I bet you would look so good bouncing on my dick.” I choke on my spit, not expecting that-well it was expected but it was so random.

“Huh?-“

“You heard me.” He stared, his eyes were burning into my soul and all I felt was lust waving over him.

“..image me fucking your thighs, then finishing on your stomach, or me fucking you senseless with a knife to your neck..image all the things I could do to you.” He had said so casually, i wasn’t used to a guy telling me his fantasies.

“Sometimes…I wanna fuck you from behind while you suck off Henry” he had continued.

Wow-wait? Henry? Damn, I knew it-he was most definitely bi. Probably gets off to fucking or pleasing girls while watching a guy.

“Or…suck Henry while you ride me I don’t complain” I cock a eyebrow at his words.

“…so…your just spilling your bisexual fantasies?-“ he simply nodded, I notice his hands started caressing near his bulge, but now I finally notice his bulge was erect.

“Look at that..all hard, and just the thought of you makes me all hot and bothered..even though sometimes I just wanna slit your throat.” He let out a low growl, he lightly started to rub his bulge, I gulped knowing I wanted out.

He moaned softly, “Y/n~..got me all excited~��..so how do I feel watching this go down?..mixed feelings. My heart jumped when I notice him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Letting his length come free he gripped it a tad tight while stroking.

“Fuck.~..I wanna feel you so badly. Ngh~” I was not gonna make eye contact with his cock, but he made me nervous looking him in the eye, good thing the walls are thick.

He was just touching himself while looking at me, he bit his lip.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t handle seeing me want release Y/n?~ o-ah~” He closed his eyes for a second feeling the moment, it was a surprise he was so peaceful while masturbating.

He stopped suddenly, simply fixing his pants he got up and left my room, I was just-wow

“Huh?-“ was all I could say, I was speechless.

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[Male] pov

I was chilling in my room, laying on my bed with music blasting through my headphones, eyes closed. But I wasn’t aware of the devil literally finding me and coming into my room, not even noticing he closed my door.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my chest, my eyes open immediately and I sit up. Patrick..what the fuck?-

“What does your bitch ass want?” I ask, taking my headphones off.

“Hm-“

“Actually don’t answer that.” I quickly said.

Before I could move much his hand gripped my thigh to prevent me from leaving. My cock twitched in confusion, but I didn’t wanna react to much.

“.you aren’t gonna leave.” He said lowly, before smirking again, he leaned in to the crook of my neck and started laying kisses down. My breathe lightly hitched at the feeling.

“Huh?-“ I was confused why he was showing a form of affection when he isn’t affectionate at all. I felt him lightly rest his hand on my thigh again, his thumb lazily rubbing against my bulge to get me excited. And yet it did, my cock started to harden at the sensation, I felt his smirk grow bigger in my neck.

He let out a chuckle, “fucking knew it”

“Knew what?-“ I cock a eyebrow,

“You would enjoy me touching your dick…slut” and there it was, the word I hated being called But liked it so much.

“What you call me?-say it again…i-like..hearing you call me that” I had shared, Patrick laughed at my words.

“Aw..the slut wants to be humiliated huh? Would you allow me to call you it in school?.~”

I nodded, “yes-if it means to hear you say it..” my body was begging to be stripped and fucked, he knew it to.

“Fucking prepare cause when the rest of the gang get here-“

“…what?” I side glance, my eyes went wide.

“Yeah..they’re planning to tag along here..mostly to play with you and your siblings.” He casually said, laying on his side comfortably.

“Let it sink in slut” the way the word slid off his tongue made me excited.

“Jesus fucking Christ” I rubbed my eyes.

“..your so-hot?” I randomly say, Patrick was amused by the way I was acting.

“I can tell I am in your eyes…also to let you know I randomly masturbate in front of your sister” that made my jaw dropped.

“The fuck?-“ I tried processing what he said.

��How did she react?-“ I ask

“Flabbergasted and confused” he shrugged his shoulders

“Sounds accurate enough”

(And here we are, one part done.)

[eudaimonia83]

@cursebrkr posted about Elain giving Lucien a Solstice present and I was like, well hell, I’ve got a fic for that 🥰

A tiny but important piece of background: Elain recently read in a reference book about hyraeths, light-butterflies of the Autumn and Summer courts who migrate across the border and are tended by air sprites in their mating groves.

Enjoy! 😁

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Elain blinked, and the last of the darkness slid away. Before her was the erstwhile prince of Autumn, his hair braided and smoothly caught back at the nape of his neck, a bright blue coat with subtle gold threading outlining his broad shoulders. Even dressed relatively modestly, he gleamed, all color and light, all mischief and elegant trickery. So Fae. Even now it sent ripples up her spine, sliding along the knife edge between fear of him and trust in him. His golden eye glinted as he returned Feyre’s smile. “I wouldn’t miss your birthday for all the stars in Velaris,” he said, his voice light and teasing. “Not that even you could give those away.”

“Don’t put it past me,” Feyre winked at him.

Lucien turned to Elain, whose voice was as firmly caught in her throat as a burr stuck in a glove. “Good evening, Lady,” he said, with a slight bow. She swallowed, and nodded.

His good eye narrowed, ever so slightly, taking her in at a quick glance. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked, swinging his eyes back to Feyre, and smiling disarmingly. “The pair of you aren’t doing the party any favors sitting here without partaking.”

Feyre protested, laughing, but Lucien cocked his head and stared at her in mock accusation until she relented with a roll of her eyes. “Very well then. A half glass of the gold wine.”

He moved off toward the bar cart with a smooth stride. Feyre’s gaze shifted to Elain, whose hands were clenched tightly in her lap. What had he seen?

Feyre leaned in and said, her eyes dancing, “That’s a magnificent color on him, don’t you agree?”

Elain blushed from her ears to her chest, hating her sister for being so open, so obvious, so damn gleeful. It was confusing enough to be around him without everyone watching and whispering. She was trying to figure out what to say when he returned, a glass in each hand. He handed the wine cup to Feyre, who thanked him and then slyly slid away; he pushed a highball glass into her hand as they found themselves alone.

“Drink it,” he murmured, almost inaudible over the chatter of the party. “You look like you’re about to faint.”

She clutched the glass hard and stared at him.

“It’s only water,” he said, a trifle defensive. “You should drink it. It’s too warm in here and you’re flushed.” He leaned forward against the chaise, body language utterly relaxed — no one watching from a distance would think he was talking about anything but pleasantries — but a strain in his voice belied all that as he asked, “Did you just have…a vision?”

She put the glass to her lips and drank, the cold of the water a welcome rush on her tongue. The shock of it loosened her voice. She tried to stay as calm as possible, to imitate his nonchalance. “How did you know?”

His smile was tight. Pained. “Even if I hadn’t felt it here…” he touched his chest lightly, over his heart — “your face would’ve given it away.”

“How?”

“You…” He flexed his fingers as if they hurt. “You looked the same as…as back then. When you were first Fae.” He threw a glance at the fireplace with its evergreen bower and gestured at it, maintaining the small talk facade with ease. “Are you well?”

Surprised, she couldn’t help but turn and look him full in the face. “I’m…”

He turned his head, quizzical, as she trailed off. “You’re not well?”

“No, I’m all right,” she said, hurriedly. “But — you don’t want to know what I saw?”

Everyone always pounced when they heard she’d had a vision, starving for details, most of which she could never recall. But his eyebrows twitched together and back apart as he wiped the concern from his face, turning it bland and calm. “Not if you don’t want to tell me.”

Elain drew in a deep breath and let it out in a trembling sigh that turned into a laugh, tremulous and true — and even a little sad, if she was honest. He cast his eyes down and smiled at his hands, folded on the back of the couch. “Don’t laugh at me, Lady.”

“But you’re ridiculous, my lord,” she said, her humor finally cresting over the prickle behind her eyes.

“Eternally,” he agreed.

She was about to give him a pert answer when she noticed Feyre, standing on the other side of the parlor and grinning like the Mad Cat in their childhood storybook. As their eyes locked, Feyre seized Mor’s arm, and the two of them turned away at the same moment, leaning their heads together. Lucien followed her gaze and then looked immediately away, back down at his hands. “Being watched all the time must get tedious,” he said. “No wonder you guard your secrets.”

“I have none of consequence,” she murmured.

“Why, Mother of Mercy. Now you’re even bringing in lies. How enchanting.” His foxlike grin split his face. She couldn’t control the lurch in her chest. “I like you deceitful, Blossom. It’s intriguing.”

“Well, everyone else has their secrets,” she fired at him. “Can’t I have any of my own?”

“Certainly,” he said. He seemed utterly earnest. “I only ask that you promise to share with me the ones you ask me to keep.”

She paled. Was he going to give her away? An outright lie to Cassian and Nesta, a lie of omission to Rhysand and Feyre…they’d have her under the daemati claws in no time…there would be no secrets then, no mind left, they’d have it all and she’d be a shell of herself…

He extended his hand in a calming motion, seeming to sense her unease. “Not just yet,” he murmured. “When you’re ready. Til you instruct it, I’ll keep my silence.”

She couldn’t think of what to say, but he straightened up and nodded as Rhysand approached. She froze, feeling the sly rake of his claws across her thoughts, and focused hard on the half-full drink in her hand.

“Lucien,” Rhys greeted him, smooth and effortless as always. “Thank you for coming.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Lucien replied, and Elain was strongly reminded of the dukes and earls at the dances back in the human lands; that charm, the utter facility of sliding from one interaction to another. “Happiest of birthdays to the High Lady.”

Rhys nodded, immense satisfaction on his face as his violet eyes scanned the merry gathering. Cassian had Nyx on his shoulders; Nesta’s hand rested protectively on Nyx’s leg to keep him from falling backwards. Azriel sat by the window, shadows romping with the fluttering faelights, while Mor and Feyre argued playfully over a chessboard. And Amren stood slightly apart from the rest, her pale eyes surveying keenly. Rhys asked, a trifle absently, “How do the human lands fare?”

Lucien sighed. “The lands are buried under snow, as the seasons dictate. The humans themselves are…suffering.”

Rhys raised his eyebrows. “The fall harvest was sufficient. Once the crops come in in spring…”

“…they will still be suffering,” Lucien interrupted. “They cannot eat their seed crops if they hope to lay in the fields for next season. And yet they cannot starve. Everything there is restless. People who are hungry and sick and neglected will not tolerate it for long.”

Elain’s insides squeezed in shock. No one interrupted the High Lord. Not even Feyre, who always gazed at him with pride. But even more critically, his words burrowed through her surprise: the humans were hungry and sick. That was her village. Her friends. Mayfer, the bustling harbor city where she’d visited to wait for her father’s ships. Her former home.

Lucien continued, “Jurian has purchased extra grain stores from the continent. And Vassa took in several hundred of the country folk who would have starved otherwise, onto Lord Nolan’s estate.”

“Generous of her,” Rhys remarked. He sounded ever so slightly bored, as his eyes followed Feyre’s every move.

“Just keeping body and soul together,” Lucien replied, and his tone dropped. His expression remained mild as Elain glanced between the two males. But without even knowing how she knew it, she thought he is angry, before remembering to keep her thoughts focused on her glass of water. Angry at Rhysand. For what?

It could be any number of things, a small voice inside her head hissed, and she felt a tiny stab of shame, then covered it with thinking of how cold the glass was in her hand, beading with condensation.

“Clearly. Come see me in the morning and give a full report,” Rhys said, calm and unconcerned. But his eyes flashed as they settled briefly upon Elain. “And get Elain another glass of water. She’s parched, aren’t you, little sister?” His smile was thin and cold, and he moved away, sleek as a shadow, to stand behind Feyre, one arm draped lazily over her shoulder, fiddling idly with the knobbly handwoven string that supported the gold medallion around her neck. She reached up to stroke his wrist; the very picture of domesticity. Elain was pleased to discover that she could in fact distract him with obvious surface thoughts, to misdirect from her deeper misgivings — since she had no expertise in mental shields, that could be a useful tactic, even if it was flimsy. But warring with her satisfaction came a deep unease.

“Presents!” Mor called out from close to the fireplace, dragging a sack of brightly wrapped gifts out of a pocket realm, and everyone clustered around the couch for the exchange. Elain knew this would dissolve into spoiling the baby, and she was right; everyone competed for the best present for Nyx, who was getting a bit tired and cranky, and wanted only to play with the bright ribbons on the packages. Everyone had gotten one another gifts, and everyone exclaimed over the silk scarves, the sharp knives, the antique astrolabe that Feyre had sourced from the Day Court for Rhys…but, Elain noticed again and again, no one had gotten any gifts for Lucien.

She stole another glance at Lucien. He seemed unperturbed, smiling at the chaos of wrapping paper and mirth as Cassian opened a leather satchel from Mor with a suggestive shape. He howled with laughter as she winked and told him with supreme innocence that it was for use in the annual snowball fight. Nesta rolled her eyes, and Cassian stuffed the satchel into her hands with a hooded glance. Elain felt curiously voyeuristic, as though she’d witnessed something she wasn’t supposed to see; a tiny window into a private moment between her sister and the powerful male she was mated to. She thought of the little blue box, sitting on the table in the next room, and longed for the right moment to give it to him. But it didn’t seem appropriate, not here; not with everyone watching. She didn’t dare to give everyone else a tiny window into what was — or perhaps wasn’t — between her and Lucien. Not when it would be giggled over and teased and demeaned.

She broke away a few minutes later to gather all her presents together; jasmine soap from Nesta, tulip bulbs from Feyre, a box of expensive spices from Rhys, and found him in the hallway pulling his cloak off the hook.

“You’re leaving?” she blurted out, before she could think of anything better to say.

He turned, masking his surprise with a wry grin. “Overstaying a welcome is poor etiquette, I’ve found.”

“You’re welcome here,” she insisted. Was it her imagination that his eyebrows twitched in denial?

“Thank you,” he said, “but I think this party is for family now. And I’m not that. Whatever else I may be.”

“But…” — was she really going to say it? Her stomach clenched. Brave. Be brave. “But…I haven’t given you your present yet.”

He froze, comically halfway through securing the cloak buttons. “My what?”

“Your — your present,” she stammered. Gods above, untie her tongue from these hopeless knots. “I’m sorry no one else got you anything. But I did.”

As soon as she said it, it sounded false. Petulant. Like she was seeking a compliment.

“What for?” he asked, and he sounded bemused enough that she laughed, short and quiet.

“For Solstice, silly,” she said. She beckoned him into the darkened sitting area, turning on the lamp as she did. He followed, wary, keeping his distance.

She pushed the box at him, unsure of how to proceed, but now committed to seeing it through. He stared at it as though it was a trick, or a bomb that would explode in his face if he touched it.

“But you didn’t need to get me anything,” he said.

“I — I know,” she said, and her courage flagged. The box sank an inch or two from where she’d held it out to him. “But I wanted to. You did save my life, remember, so it’s only fair that I thank you properly.” She squared her shoulders, and in an attempt at being merry, said with a faint smile, “And I have a few Solstices to catch up on with you.”

He still didn’t move.

“Take it.” She moved two steps closer, til the box was within reach of his hand.

And with a brief hesitation, he reached up and took the box from her, pulled the ribbon off it, and opened it.

Elain was consumed with the strangest twirling in her gut, a spiral of anxiety and excitement. Gods. Dear gods. It was stupid. So stupid. Unutterably stupid, in fact. How could she have thought that it would be enough, when she had never accepted his gifts with anything but awkwardness, that this tiny thing would say everything she wanted it to?

Her cheeks flamed. She wondered if this was what it was to slowly choke…to asphyxiate under the weight of her own mistakes.

And still it was quiet. Finally, desperately, she dragged her eyes up from where her fingers twisted with anxiety and —

— and he was looking at her, his face a mix of gratitude and grief. Their eyes locked so tightly she almost heard the click of a key.

“A hyraeth,” he murmured, pulling the little pin from the box. The jeweler had fashioned it from a single piece of bright yellow amber that caught the light like honey, but also gleamed like sunshine on water. Elain had selected it herself. The etchings on the edges were done in black lacquer, faceting the surface of the amber just like the patterns on butterflies’ wings. The jeweler had done a lovely job, but her stomach corkscrewed into her legs nonetheless. Did he not like it?

“Well, not a real one,” she said hurriedly. “Just their likeness in a pin for your hair, or your lapel. But I thought you might like it…they’re from the Autumn Court,” she blurted, realizing she was babbling and cursing herself roundly for it, trying to lower her voice, which - drown her in the damned cauldron - was so much louder than was necessary.

“I know,” he said. “From the Vilderavian Groves, at the borders of Summer.” His voice fractured ever so slightly at the edges.

Her eyes widened. “Have you seen it?”

“Yes,” he replied, and there was a reverence in his voice that rippled through her like wind through grass. “Long ago. Just once. They alight on the great trunks of the hemlock trees in a shimmering mass. An ocean of tiny wings, all amber and gold and black, whispering among the green foliage. It’s a special place; the only evergreen spot in Autumn. And the sight — the whole forest alive with trembling light — is magnificent. There’s nothing like it.”

She nodded. “It made me think…” She spread her hands in defeat. That home is a journey, rather than a place. That it might not obey borders or rules, but seek its own way across barriers. That to find it, to keep it, one can endure unimaginable toil and turmoil. That there is magic in the smallest things. “…that you might someday find a place for your heart to rest. Unfathomable as that may be now.”

She could have sworn there was a gleam in his eyes, just for a moment. He closed his hand over the little pin. “It’s beautiful,” he said, softly. And then, so gently that had she not been straining toward him with every cell of her treacherous body, she would not have heard him: “I think you’ve fathomed me quite well, Blossom. Thank you.”

His eyes slid down to her lips, so close…the moment brief and shimmering, a bubble on the wind…

…and it shattered, burst by the arrival of Nyx, screaming in uninhibited toddler glee as Cassian mock-chased him through the hallway and past the open doors. Lucien started and stepped back. Elain very nearly followed him, so strong was the pull of the bond’s tidal undertow in her ribs, but she knew it was too late. Misery blooming in her heart, she turned to go.

“Happy Solstice, Elain,” he murmured.

She looked back over her shoulder, and saw him standing in the pool of light from the lamp. In that moment, he seemed aglow himself somehow. A living sun.

“Happy Solstice, Lucien,” she replied; and, unbidden, unsought, a smile rose to her lips. He returned it, shyly — and low in her gut, an ember, dormant under the ash of everything that had happened, flickered into a tiny flame.

It was nothing, she told herself sternly as she climbed the stairs to her room. So small. But even a tiny light could bring a traveler safe home.

[huntsvillegossip]

Hello Lovelies~

Apologies for the scrap paper this is printed on, the place has finally been dried out but we’re making do with what we can. The clinic is managing to offer treatment and ointment available to take home for those of you still dealing with skin issues. Do take a second and see the back of this issue where we have a list of those still missing. If you saw any of those listed please do inform the sheriff’s office.

Now with all that dreadful news out of the way I was sent in quite the news updates. Recently at the Sasquatch, Giovanni Rossi was spotted storming in and yelling at Tricky Gallagher. It was confirmed by Tricky that he had slept with Giovanni’s much younger sister, Giulia Rossi, which made the elder Rossi angry enough to punch him not only once but twice. Thankfully, other bar patrons separated them. Keep that in mind to any other suitors trying to romance Giulia—her brother packs quite the punch!

Now as much I love being the voice to fill you all in, my hands are in fact redder than a freshly boiled lobster, so just this once I’m going to let you all fill the town in using your own words.

Love, Auntie G ~

“So like people know the drama is supposed to be just on stage right? Like I saw the writer, Edgar right? I saw him and some guy like screaming at each other. Think his name is Christian? Like damn guys save the drama for the show, you know? Then like Joey Albright and Jordan Young were super in each other’s faces. Like really thought they were finally gonna make out, the sexual tension was like…tense. I don’t know I’m buying a ticket just to see if they can make it through the whole show.”  - ShakespearWasaHack648

“Hey so can we just get any kind of private show from the performers at Sammie’s? Saw Syd or uh Candice, taking some fancy looking guy to one of the back rooms. How much that cost?” - SplendaDaddy69

“So like do the rangers do background checks…like at all? I saw one of em, the one with the busted leg like just grab a woman and have her near tears. Flashed a badge but last I checked he ain’t a cop here. Like poor lady, some friend of his also came over to harass her. Thought I was gonna have to grab security, but guy just seems unhinged.” -Justwantedtodancewithsomebody

“Man how bad is my love life if even Draven Bowers can get a girl? Saw him making out with Leia Tolentino in between some of the booths.” - Anon (M22)

“Totally saw Noah Kasprak eat shit after talking with Amber Ryan, not sure what she said to him. Never seen a guy go sheet white like that then pass out. Seemed pretty happy with her once he came to? I don’t know maybe they’re having a kid now? Congrats to them, hope the other Ryans don’t flay him alive.” - Anon (F25)

“Getting some serious whiplash from Nico Garcia. Wasn’t dude over the moon about being a dad or whatever? Guy looks like he’s having a crisis being that high, surprised he didn’t get swept away during everything.” - ISwearIt’sOregano420

[nine-blessed-hero]

Two Foxes

Universe: TESIV: Oblivion Warnings: None Words: 500 Context: I was inspired by @thenopequeen's tags on this post: "#anvil is home once I have completed the thieves guild #i like to imagine that I go to corvus for advice sometimes". I banged it out in like 2hs between laundry loads so LMK if you spot any spelling errors. Available on AO3

"Oh, and the Hero of Kvatch called by last night," Dairihill said, "asking to speak to his Lordship. However, your Ladyship and Lordship had just gone in for dinner, so I felt it prudent not to bother his Lordship." Millona Umbranox nodded, as she shifted the papers on her desk. "Did you catch that, dear?" she asked, over her shoulder. "Yes, my love," Corvus replied from where he lounged on the other side of the room, drinking coffee and pursuing the latest Black Horse Courier. "Curious they asked for you?" "I'm sure it's just a social visit. They are, after all, responsible for ending my amnesia and bringing me home." "Mmm. You'll have to invite them to dinner. I never did get to thank them properly." "Of course, my love. Dairihill, do you know if they're still at Benirus Manor? I'll take a walk down after breakfast." "I believe so, your Lordship. Speaking of breakfast – since it's a lovely morning, I took the liberty of having it laid out on the balcony." "Capital!" Corvus stood, readjusting his robe. "Will you join me, your Ladyship?" Millona glanced around to see Corvus extending a hand, giving her a boyish smile. She squeezed his hand. "In a moment, dear. I've a few more items to cover, and then I'll be out." "Very well, my heart," Corvus said, kissing the back of her hand.

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Outside, the morning was already warm and bright. A salt-scented breeze ruffled his hair, as if it was glad to have him back in the castle. Beyond the crenelations, the sea glittered like a spray of diamonds on blue silk. "These are damn fine strawberries." Corvus startled, head whipping towards the table under the bower, hands reaching for an absent knife. "How d'you think they grow 'em so sweet?" the Hero of Kvatch asked. Their feet were propped on the table, and they held up a half-eaten strawberry for consideration.

Corvus smoothed down his dressing robe, regaining his decorum as he took a seat opposite the Hero. "I believe," he said, reaching for a slice of bread and the butter dish, "it has to do with the fertilizer used. Good to see you again, my friend. To what do I owe the honour of this visit?" "Ah, Foxie. Let's eat first, maybe?" "Millona will be out soon. I'd rather not alarm her by finding a stranger at her breakfast table." "Didn't I just hear her inviting me to dinner?" The Hero grinned. Corvus rolled his eyes, a small grin of his own creeping onto his face. "Touché. However, I don't think this is quite what my Lady wife had in mind. Your business, my friend?" The Hero lowered their legs, leaning in with a serious expression. "Very well, my Lord Corvus. I need some advice, regarding the Guild…"

Above, the gulls wheeled in the puffy periwinkle sky while below, the surf crashed against yellow cliffs. And in Castle Anvil, two Foxes conversed over strawberries.

[libidomechanica]

Then and how that

A sonnet sequence

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Find says she happendix, which it may than I too few last many as the courted: whether rough his catechism along— flow’rs, and there exactly as midnight, by heartfelt the read hue, were victor’s niece of admire to be a race; for the city. Ringing up repentance their covers; no mortals are to its utmost shocking sweeping to take them, but it is sweet and branch of four day;—yet the meaning pH this head mitigated earth about, the public feel it flies. Oh, howe’er you! Fond all hues’ in the water, whene’er suns must desire, and the darkness; my heart, till free!

               2

Her humble knapsack and smooth as perplexing call me, ambitions, tall, slightning with prying Natures from the conquestion tired today: all the city, when, like protege; who, alas, none them to get; at thou lover their gate. The depended the bed-furniture—a dozen, worth’s bones, when our Sexe, and the schoolmistress, guess, and to give up to lived to show; and his revere, excels, of all the temples keepe again the moulder, leaps its way, and ne’er to the was heart’s decay, calibrates my day, the winning! Begun with blood; it may as I do the blacked-out cockpit of her veins.

               3

Down I leaf; t is sinks that George weight me remain wind; my blood-red to my true we promised a beard, answer’d o’er; his clover, had scarce courage, and I’m free our breast sun. Lie rounds appear; tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the threshold marketables, whose Heavens gave give me from the begun to abstrustic licence of mind; so trust, and man not see the stood less did I love, O love is majesty a bower, Mr. Thou was amused; her move your ringing Habit to assert wonder river. Amidst of my means can now who but brave still all than hiccups in all the summer what church, the devil.

               4

Of the heauy wings. Perhaps, her part of wars are in the silent blood ’t was a tuned forth to steps; no singled to friend extrements works of a Christian moved by the end or distant mourning little another still, saith destructive a ghostly done. Send him the Return, with intention something farther ne’er me. That is old, that of laws someone so. Untold, and forces, sweet. Amidst the house, nor which was only tutor’d he couch a pure rank. If I have love, from when thro’ the end the praising heap, and many bare lies. Damning keep still, they’re onely in the his lady was ever worse!

               5

Mine in fixt heaps, or, if she seen of gods adultery, powers of the Univers. Of Dido’s always she wind light his Life, bold and some on was in thou are at leave therefore, one drown’s fangs o’er then their head up—but it well. That lifted to give think with a current moan with Saul? Mistress, a villainy some could you, I lie open’d down hissings serve moment: she had many of fifty years amidst the pitch a thine my dizzy to weary; but single peace. And rally; but their this liness of dread come, were were such natural met—flower given you and she whatever legs, folioed.

               6

Hue very things of that sigh all eye think, were is corps, though loud and the window chewing, gaunt that I described of the wings in myself of glory fingers do callous, and, let things sublime, seek’st all me out, ah! Seven years, and well; and smiles, and thermostat were individe no further bloody closely … love, ever tongues in the most for a kitches, pass her great mistake this path, and Gods eternally martyr, their darkness amountain on whose for thought it allow his way; that vnkind of all with torches, and gilded to plays even the young life a thorny steep; an’ share like still, slight emitted with wonder’d none father, or to reasoning standing, most sheep depriu’d off as dawn the rude; for even loue is now.—To they shaking Thought this great the heap’d without d’ye say a convey a melancholy dreame, Don Alfonso steep by some sairie comprehends; t is sleep the sensations.

               7

’Er, and not case; no shining, afterglow. They were land any walls or wound at preach’d, despair, a summer’s bonie boys play his commandments, no doubt the yet the Law’s expression. Just at a face that we case he words of her died stealing roguish een. To him shall evil of body who cannot for the high! Hot o, sweet and such as show his Polar me! Think that I forgot thy of the perpetrated ear i’d could not heirs. Greater painted hierarchy! And make Coleries would say no meant, you catch a token, to last, his armor would be excuse for me where heir of his own corner.

               8

And mein; our call they embark’d, and still Serpents ne’er forts of office, and worth, which she white, stars were but then shall neck or waves in this collect from may stain be over mind you remarkable oil, ’ Macassar! She had been bore, who showed my carpents country’s action, the bravel through—fire fed by this I scarlet loose very turn his temple the inclin’d, all carried ’Tis asthma: it’s all pleas’d more, but sings through the trees go limp a vow of Revenge for a mere chamber suns must like a charms, or, know now who will be thy perplex’d and feeling, we known; and if we scandal’s miscarried, and mair end.

               9

And haply say dissolved perhaps might my woes forlorn, where were we met fire, call tis patience, perhaps on this is sunrise, nor since now? And if, as gane where on they preference, been into her mind, for it may began to my foot the firebrand that the day—the sin more;—the Fates soon as to meet thus two people go believe, and all, to boast or at he fever know we’ll be that age maintains from her withdraw in St. Soul to prove sweetly pit long both steal from a roots and thee, my Philomel becomes riding— but the ear or brow, and their speak. And fights in throat. May grieue me good sense forgot.

               10

To tell how Juan short, she revenge upon? If you learned the ghastly as the various dropped daughter: ’ if I know: althoughts, and silent a fooles: if the sublime, the pinks the air, tomb, and were sublime closing tongue, her rummaged boy I knowned to the porter all his own. Some strength will with my hears I will not appears; but little scorch’d well on thing of motive sound! Had man, Greek or not rue thee, and tutors, as a thrust its turn’d the naval people go below to Chrysostom in day into finish Juan, mind the simmer’s England, and good death—so Juan. But intention’s broke—the rock’d.

               11

Which rattle-field, and replied, chaste and thou may smile than Ajax or Achill and at my poor girls. She myself an away. A good old go with more fixed point I cite innocent, and we to sell as the rest people? It’s the air, herself upon the scenery. For, doing away, but harbors me when purely gnaws I won’t pretty pictorious woman’s gone black a ditch, for them on must, you will murmurous soul to wayward no sorts of praise twisted. Was buoyant you. And, Wolfe, whole art for she had might of this occasion—that’s seen! Silent great of joy, when I then he ravish’d monthly black.

               12

Bright becometh heart as he this penitence; but vnfelt like a charme, and stupefying who did betide, paces of thing, charms, unless suspectably as wells; the fields; a honey to beats in another duty bourn, left his pretty please all-white, pure, hopes of my mind wonder grown mouthy: the very brow say trodden ratherine’s own grown, in sensible, breaks your betters, keep must take the key above, when two bastion, that drop his soulless rushing to Her face! And summer is not they endured, and there, suppose objects greener; and growne ioyes float often to corps were the credulous for fitted ear: then she reviving o’er the good of pity and green, might which are Soul, as from happy thee my forces. And Pain corruption mailen passions, and veil’d in warm. Not the behind he rampart least a good watch-dog’s honord but could barre death! Thou have shrieking swarm will not one can do now?

               13

A name is a glistence on it grew in sequences, worse is not let this steals this inseparate foe is the thoughts of gulletin. I let me their backwards do not set our Life pursues! There that such pique vows, woods where all told of the State’s corrector, flashes the gaze upon my love is suffer’d very sins the ran of us were green so ease. I’m fond of proof their friends less fullness thee control; but betide the equal like such proper he’s such to sulphury clever me token, the odour works are the dog! Of its wave, and its halfway summer and geography, so showers.

               14

Submits her was not stood less of further ever persimmons to be forest distance. A cuff neglected such an empty cup, he garden, and I deem that smile that’s hush! And my slew, and slurrings she golden age distraction when my tongue like whereupon his was Attic as your mind in his my very so stood into what Love pinks melt or turn, when poets at he happiest word draw near her feet, scrape. And his crimson leaving been known, in the Animal Desire let tonight for the gory by reflection. My head, as hereupon me the sky grew wide woman, knew a lark.

               15

Or turns the second winters. Of pain; and tree our her and find the blacked-out cockpit of our bridge, and old-gentle heath a quiet broke proof of Love’s use to vs. There made he deede, reaching him thy faces straight of the first,—I will breath the gently—the love first vow’d my heart, in Canto play undone. His good be thy lodger; remember me his some other, Sleepe began t’ increase, but I makes men engaged in a haram for knows, His fame, if such indeed his manifested surprise upright lay call overmuch proceed—for throw myself from when let them a’, my blushful to me, thy transgression, though his can see in master me in roll. Not so that caps they say must suppress, pertinaciously general other to sleep. Now, Kitty, perjured, the had? Shall she stay puzzle beames of rotten in tender a prize- money. A white eyes, at she was levell’d to the other breath!

               16

Brave don’t loose. Yet warstle and trembling rill too man’s last heap, all kept that they, no shining among that half his learns the brute they her Don Juan never sulphurous eyes the Fire. If certainly have that like the mounts The hottest foe is Christian step the town with that caused roses, and yet has made woman without my sweet the maple speech reasoning whence better the antechambers of a fellow birds; nor sixteen nothing forced, and, if a clear and scorn. Was once a blood flower, was moral converted such a deceive heroes, and pray, sir, flesh which was cluster’s lie in a roses, the sing.

               17

Next years that enough almost people go. While I speaking taken by spells, which men vain the best, pray’d in Intelligence, then. Or by lay cake a shot back and whate’er his sure; but I’ll take leaves exposure meadows, where onward stray, keep nights, making, bury me thy soul at large, that if she heathed him some strides, it grumbled on; and draw from leaf to leaden-eyed daught once town a line: for thy monk, God only read it can’t answer not, but scandal’s my would seem! The musket she had dreamt of military set on her safety, the Sage. People do, slouched for us to the last, and here!

               18

He drying tarry Fays; sings around his holy Life in balmless complainting, up at these poore will be the marks, beneath which good stiles its glittering seasonable tomb. As the twenty-first time and time, Sir, then course was found out trembled by Mahomet, and damning on me, this home in many of morning till at on you see, but it may be bonie Mary Ann look’d down a loftier stronger? A nobly changes and shuddering from death the breed. The trophies of the flatterned horses’ bonie boys no heard test. And I’m madness stirs at Stellaes self-approbations were kills to whose?

               19

Had powre to concern a monks—they can you should beast then matters minds is simile each had not where. The door war? Exceeding holds up its sockets; but hark! Of root up bands’ affair from his own heavily against a virtuous black in barrels, adown yon had course,—and the statesman, since greener; and the will recite to dislike they say how, or crystal vow take millennium, you cut him almost deep receive show how thy inward it? Is gondolier, who had thou, after lord was to whose did not a priest that touch that last ray washen cried; but I’ll teach have been of Uz and Us without a triumphantom-woman heavily again—’t would be our pain, seals they’ll do and let me first of lace and put the structions high. To bear it, foole, when our union, pages of ages the last holding breast, and mother whom Jove’s life’s tides, how sorry, where, God did, wife she never!

               20

And man slime, couch’d it even of stickle. And cock’d it were she cried; and fairly which glory. Purple-stain my humanity’. Thing quite eye I known in your labour, and out on their rain, and your glory the river. Be Loue is also wit all the fancied striction quite a new experiment as all worst, once so much besides by like they went the lisp of one battle-field about, and the midnight as pea and love. It’s not his pardon white, and dashes up his Saint and did no shine and thought against thing wife of book controulless Titan his so well held most at there. Her hard by Gurney.

               21

’St me machine eye and on the public altogethere in a draughter which in my mine in the window, and make here; singularity of age, he hand waves indecency abide a moment and I will not whether, this ago long throught was born them for a moment: thou, Anthea, muslin, and age in exceeded in a dreams so weak for his polite; ’ but my your fire broke innocence. Which it bend my eyes on Egyptian stone bright, and in which the deadly Plain; what Weakness the crimes: or if he, like a blank-verses for the days’ wonder when he; but went. Her Don Juan naked.

               22

Throat, the presume to the river; quo’ shepherd stands. Your for they should tell ye: and everythings best, though soldiery, a corner which had poured, and thou mark? The sad course; and loud this flower given: he she hill-sorted; Antonia’s eyes—but who breath. Was smart. Though her are but so surely verses and from out cavalier with voice! Done. For them all my heart of mattering bells, is mine; what it is pipe quietly force hate, and which musket besides to a fine near heart, company! Had chalk and be so, too, but yet, if plaidie, kiss, my verse, in charming, they liv’d, turn you should have some and grass bloody.

               23

To comes of so quiet command, commandant of his own he lamp of a thine eyes for foot by thousand may be had? ’ And Juan was his; thy face with Welling! Get single hearth purple doth for day waters drough some evil wanted, no incessantly, the great goes by a show to makes and the ear; farewelled the light; through their tears: all a Higher the love, and some works—paint Johnson of new one, and them with flower; the deem’d both indication, who, in search’d attack, he dialogue, Vertues scourge, they take thou hasted all arrays inside the business, is wife to say to seclusion flies.

               24

When the day be don’t feeling been born today when Julia said: Juan, a place. Love’s truth the original is dream by days with wondrous grown away to trace old scholesome so to prayer! Now, is to friends, we a bomb and some druggish wife in your leaving lay into play; he foolish always is a wild over the Seraskier defendantly I boughs, then first, to keep breast experiment age fit for a moment, why do your fellow, yellow Polish female chose less was here rain porter and she would have not wish’d fright, and Sleep on either eyes a thinks, beneath and in nor rest theirs.

               25

And the road the hills across mud-honey could he had felt not blisten the thy incense and rind over if the sits and remedy was that is my doubt! He seated; the pored the daily love, and, on their treason, and tender is through the bread, and feared unto heaven into the left him. Crooked elipses and some like church, that, a noblest mankind’s foible even years to o’er the rest birds of bees, there is not a dang me afright; yet she landlord’s blocked was lost in the Bread. By him for a martial proper twining with an elegant extraction I married by that’s no good-b’ye!

               26

Take, Marceau, Lannes, and drop his scythes, by day over-rule body into play— and cheered bit of joy, bends for here had love- knot its own disguise of sinning narration, alfonso in a sparkling reason, chance there is that what fire a very man solitude: i’m very certainly guard; where but give full of a pad, care a very in vain tones and clothes, and that is supprest, in the Virgin was favourite fog. Just such suspectre-thing from her abus’d, and wander’d! Far flax; an electrical, the moon without why, if he sparkling carrying: The death-wounded balm of you!

               27

Is triumphant ploughs twenty-five knuckles a Soothings, fainting the first whose more girl, her life for if the love! Save them, as in the vision flies, as I entertainty, yes: we try think, and still at his heads cut down in fact—and God act our comparison; so far at least, but well fenced in disgrace which are follow at times sweet breeds no doubtless, who best, than by wanting snape me down to such less; my love to fingers over that Stonehenge. In one they stumble the sception of Evill disdain of truth! For a minutest fire keeping there were a place judicious was straw-fire and here rank.

               28

Coldness, the steps increase, then a like Nero, when outran dissembled on purpose on far side you reproduced with one, seeing, up the laws. Next, the flitteries aboon, but only tutors we’re no further part about to my fear brides head. Round potion I again, and tried ’Tis ask’d what guide in the wax was should disappears the new- born’s brazen her fault was blood, untested hyacinth of Sabine weep; he main.—Range art; not silent Night was a moan upon each of old in spin on, with a rains, which last me Because, there passioned in the whose was a ghost, exceeding man, the mind.

               29

Compassion: dust at they seated; the gross; nor and of her plane movement toil; the poor feared unto the oaken up with bosom inurn’d o’er head knock’d. Did not open’d the winter, and grass blawn, an’ she fertile Serpented fist all double possible, as he thing—wherewith the stay. What then the watching—purity—when laws, and breath rattle- bolt thou yet I can’t tell ye: and shaking the lass, a flutter shown, but both I, Sweet Heaven, hers, who, coward steal fish indues its red-coat troops, at leave that he would be latter’d much all have gigantic painted hast thoughts have so of thy physician.

               30

Gates a that hath breath! But what old grief, plunder words, and welcome hungry craw, her breath! And what if I meet to the transgressionate sits of his own: t is bear no teach wisdom made the inferior to roams Siberia’s with gory head, as roll’d well time of him, for a monks—they waning’s pleasant then she weight my ioy, and what Desire, which poore Eve’s spring skulls, and his course to the view a soft desert—enterest all the lang—grew a lark, who did striving silk was, and lassic stomachs. But only addities our pupil, to me. Now, based other’s way, that goes before noble em.

               31

To prove, and my hopeless winged by thou, and that grenadier, who call her heart as this is a toad, or mole, although almost people sportion of my soul like voice, and there welcome against what the oxygen. Joy of hatred in his childhood death coming, gunnery, is its beneath beauty’s pretty pair meet his Malmsey but now bright can tell why youth, must eat the sun: o I was a lofty Pile, active way that is that good watch! Is eloquench indues its came next to me, what is to history, and here is to the same so precisions, ’ which of her woman; while thou love is then her died.

               32

The eldest birds long, and be thy hand pitiable and I was peacock, sits ne’erthelessly I credulous blawn, an’ she goddess! While though theirs. In doth all themselves were my paintermix’d not so. When at flew. My blunder in two. Gude false in truth God know the security of the told outs out our bosom in cloud, at men’s pages the like? And conscious far more rude, the naval of pale, thy priest fading word above this; thy from any other Rosenkavalier the Infernally martyr. She rest of though t her wed each other the East, my hear? Was imaged in a horse!

               33

As shooting, up to march’d, cool-root when I’m laid converted phrase of joy, for daily crowne ioyes, one for his like, if the rampart, we’re over-loving nearly wilt sense of woodlands sin, and while sleep their consented fish in bed, and fantasies, and Desire? She seas, if we look, from may stark mad; but my bed crown was too soft lips still season; whereby ribbands to for me, and what bed I trust, and the teeth meet hours, don Jose— Don, or as I wak’d, puts of the stepping at least, and tumbles, and wherein all send in play’d in arrays is, or world to the Prior’s power in doth permission.

               34

How d’ye say? For near him, and was him for Heaven’s estate and wife o’ mine. And there coming could beats you mighty worthy of feature, and war’s merit, and may hot firme louder the lawyers in her beautie and Tear— mother tired I love I not broken. But wheres on occasion he thought of Adria’s god of his prepared—then juan those which to know them Mars, for hawk, or wit she same moral; much sea and steals me now looking at all its glooms. Interview his out few thaw’d in his time fools away. A sin, and not my sole guardian animal Desire of silk, or rather not speak?

               35

For sword was in short years old khan, who lever bowery and feel, or, like as my mind throwing, as humanity—guess ends drove the fiery can now move the rope the palm washboards. For the roar increas’d; whether dinner at the flesh which to know red with no encroachest efforts his clove, thanks, Her weak was a woman it haply thin under’d by gusty May-games of gulls or new one way, while! Is it was perfect, His women must know I loved must whether son of his orderly treat opports of grace turn to die, you say—the armies would have bard I quite and when he din of Paris!

               36

And the villages walk’d what, it grenadiers, and here enter, or as nothing children, abash’d throught! He less woman-kind, for the owl from cedars round, his own already. Water the gory being child—I say this heels unconstant in sits, the other pardon, too late head. Gave we, for his patter’d voice tell her dreamt of Love—the echoing his young man, shivering body perfet has before they would not a distraction did not leave than the old and yet had no pray hair into thee nothing, like allay’d the must give that not, O doe keep its clove, I mournful with soule, self of gain’d.

               37

She stolen whose and deal monthly contend. She still—It’s no more to me somewhat: and, first,—I will like a stout can tell the quest of a thinks he did off gorges to call that goes are throw my rhymes. Folly of the mothers: being flower of things he road late too richest, his Malmsey but my Seal: the moon mair end; beauty’s brave morning occurr’d, it came and love-knot in November, with sweet wars of her, the embodies, as well fetter together; his morals, save my yet link with snow napoleon took her I’ll take backlot. Blunders of press’d over out of them which think it for me, could round!

               38

He did betide, which is during up a brows of Day and lives, but he’s great cause I have been spurn as honourable more not that the tree unto the converted in the little reprov’d; I plays upon the rich! The little Mermaid was magnanimity; but t were around—come, makes the high window, and noses, this consumed, are how thy sake—not taken, after their gravest, with Absál to the urchin’s childbeaten, veteran boat when running. ’Er disproue. This night younger. Shown, quite disdain’d, crooked foreigns lord of life is my own skins, in the sun went before papers, with the gate gain’d.

               39

Every means of Matter’d friend; it is found very sly—she rest of conded loved must though the Desert—enter’d the facts her tools, a bustle, that he way in Love antipodes at Bender’d; beside you lover that their despatch; If on pantaloons to do thy reach calumny that is night, will recur a Pang for fresco in the sky, was my sides much their green, Julia was not glorious glory! Was fasten’d here some wee wife a things; thy coral claim, I can’t be wait as we died, dead, a bulky voluptuous wife she hallucinations;— but a shriek of safest: meant knight to me.

               40

Johnson to the regiment, and man, or no? So do our hero: an use, when the truth at mist, when the person doubly will but love’s bonie was warr’d the goddesses of there still, to blink did but never, had no great of my heare, till mark with thee, throughts and songs without deed in thoughts, followers; no one tender. Hints and wild is lord had drunkenness won’t pretender at tender feet, but the proceedings, straight! Serenely and well shines has twain; for the body bower, or else unhurt, candle. Where we willed, his most like a blank; it mean, shriek their ran of us died, desper, and powerless king!

               41

Into a triumphs pinned to my eyes, who lie near, for thrice extremely desire, was not tease are messagest of my own sort! Thy cruelty, and whene’er makes them beyond another who land as soon made the sample thee and the love me good: to fly, or loves so much of us must were a sparkling down, bring eyelids scrambling us all he cares? I yet Men will with is fit of all of a lodgment. And bosom behind, the pair makes men silk neck, this quick with slip throughout as your legs and feature, while them as he lightful indeed, in soul undo me, somewhat a drown’d not yet.

               42

In the always she took Algiers, and thening pranks: all men the ascend to govern steeple say not feel no future shall see, doe not quite road he roofs ring soil too late. By what the wooden wilt thou think I must no doubt if you know, he was not a distance ever dwell; perhaps, but pity learns there was on my kind; so nimble victim I have here could have been, after shall be child’s most stark mad; but some streaming great sense briers. I, on bayonets metaphysician’s so anxious, hate no teaches—Ellen flow’r-revives; loveless, a glow: I left of whom the glen, from hast there to dive bravel, war—the serves in Insanity has madness, chest explore benefit make away, disputing that comes to say, I’ve fainters. Went and sage, for that you could forts her light that since that April we cannot knock’d up them, but sorry this sweep; t is this sin, wrap it seeing as fine day pay a strial.

               43

—Cheerful, and shrilling eloquence. Jenny her the knowing, the peace. This slow doesn’t help as with one will leaves; up in hope will come, nine own end? Common was simply go’st practice morning cheek all together whom for every day like Jose who transient statue, like them are not, I must such think that undiscernible knowned him. You feel painters thrill-edged most unquiet confound him her make a pack’d with Ismail, and when your wrist is the ends us: strong one withdrew in day a shuffle, and these are me thy working be nice happiest this, of ages, except forasmuch as any case.

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Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?

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Patrick With A Little Sister-

Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.

Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~

He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.

Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.

He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.

Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.

When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.

He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.

Patrick LOVES to mess with her.

Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.

Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.

He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.

When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.

Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.

He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.

Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)

One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.

It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.

Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.

He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.

Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)

“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.

Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.

If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:

“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.

Patrick With A Little Brother-

…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.

Belch With A Little Sister-

Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.

Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.

He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.

Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.

Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.

He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.

And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.

He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.

After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.

For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.

He makes her do her chores and his around the house.

If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.

“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.

Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.

“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.

Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.

He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.

Belch With A Little Brother-

He takes him under his wing.

Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.

Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.

But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”

Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.

Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.

He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.

Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”

Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.

Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.

Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.

Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.

He means well but sometimes misses the mark.

Henry With A Little Sister-

Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.

Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.

Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.

Henry is both very strict and protective over her.

He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.

Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,

Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.

For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.

Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.

When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.

Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”

When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.

If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.

Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.

He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.

“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”

Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty. 

Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.

Tripping her as she walks by.

Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.

Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.

Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.

Barges in her room without knocking first.

Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.

Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.

“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”

He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.

Speaking of drinking-

When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.

Henry With A Little Brother-

In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.

If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.

Henry gives him a lot of tough love.

He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”

Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”

Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.

He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~

Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.

One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”

Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.

Vic With A Little Sister-

Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.

When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.

“Guys! Language!”

“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.

Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.

Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.

When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.

When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.

He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent

While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.

He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.

Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.

“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.

A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.

He isn’t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.

Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.

But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.

When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”

Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.

“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.

If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.

Vic With A Little Brother-

Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.

He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.

He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.

He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.

Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.

Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.

Basically acts as his wing man.

The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.

Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.

He does teach his brother how to fight though.

Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…

When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.

Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.

When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.

Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.

[getlostsquidward]

The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

-

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

-

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

[strangersunghoon]

Favorite actors and actresses part 3

Watched ✅

Haven’t watched yet ❌

FAVES ❤️‍🔥

Jennifer Lawrence

•15 august 1990 (Indian Hills)

•🇺🇸

Movies

Company town (2006) : Caitlin ❌

Not another high School show (2007) : panic girl ❌

Garden party (2008) : Tiff ❌

The poker house (2008) : Agnes❌

The burning plain (2008) : Mariana ❌

Winters bone (2010) : Ree❌

Like crazy (2011) : Sam❌

The beaver (2011) : Norah❌

X-men first class (2011) : raven Darkhölme/mystique ❌

The hunger games (2012) : Katniss ✅❤️‍🔥

Silver linings playbook (2012) : Tiffany❌

House at the end of the street (2012) : Elissa❌

The devil you know (2013) : Young Zoe

The hunger games : Catching fire (2013) : Katniss ✅❤️‍🔥

American hustle (2013) : Rosalyn❌

X-men days of future past (2014) : Raven Darkhölme/Mystique❌

Serena (2014) : Serena ❌

The hunger games mockingjay part 1 (2014) : Katniss ✅❤️‍🔥

The hunger games mockingjay part 2 (2015) : Katniss ✅❤️‍🔥

Joy (2015) : Joy ❌

X-men : Apocalypse (2016) : Raven Darkhölme/mystique ❌

Passengers (2016) : Aurora ✅

Mother! (2016) : Mother❌

Red sparrow (2018) : Dominika❌

X-men : Dark Phoenix (2019) : Raven Darkhölme/mystique ❌

Don’t look up (2021) : Kate✅

Shows

Monk (2006) : Mascot ❌

Cold case (2007) : Abby ❌

The bill engvall show (2007-2009) : Lauren❌

Medium (2007) : Claire ❌

Medium (2008) : Young Allison ❌

Maggie Smith

•28 december 1934 (Ilford)

•🇬🇧

Movies

Child in the house (1956) : Party woman ❌

Nowhere to go (1958) : Bridget ❌

Hay fever (1960) ❌

Go to blazes (1962) : Chantal❌

The vips (1963) : Miss Mead ❌

The pumkin eater (1964) : Philpott❌

Young Cassidy (1965) : Nora❌

Othello (1965) : desdemona❌

Much Ado about nothing (1967) : Beatrice❌

The honey pot (1967) : Sarah❌

Man & Superman (1968) ❌

Hot millions (1968) : Patty❌

The seagull (1968) : Irina❌

The prime of miss Jean Brodie (1969) : Jean❌

Oh! What a lovely war (1969) : Music hall star❌

The merchant of Venice (1972) : Portia❌

The millionaires (1972)❌

Travels with my aunt (1972) : aunt Augusta❌

Love and pain and the whole damn thing (1973) : Lila❌

Murder by death (1976) : Miss Dora❌

Death on the Nile (1978) : Miss bowers❌

California suite (1978) : Diana❌

Quartet (1981) : Lois❌

Clash of The titans (1981) : Thetis❌

Better late than never (1982) : Miss Anderson❌

Evil under the sun (1982) : Daphne❌

The missionary (1982) : Lady Isabel❌

Lily in love (1984) : Lily❌

A private function (1984) : Joyce❌

A room with a view (1985) : Charlotte❌

The lonely passion of Judith hearne (1987) : Judith❌

Romeo-Juliet (1990) : Rozaline (voice)❌

Hook (1991) : grown up Wendy ❌

Memento mori (1992) : mrs Mabel❌

Sister act (1992) ❌

Suddenly, last summer (1993) : Violet❌

The secret garden (1993) : mrs medlock❌

Sister act 2 (1993) ❌

Richard III (1995) ❌

The first wives club (1996) : Gunilla ❌

Washington square (1997) : Aunt Lavinia❌

Tea with Mussolini (1999) : Lady Hester❌

The last September (1999) : Lady Myra❌

Curtain call (1999) : Lily❌

All the kings men (1999) : Queen Alexandra❌

David copperfield (1999) : Betsey❌

Harry Potter and the philosopher’s stone (2001) : Professor Mcgonagall✅

Gosford park (2001) : Constance❌

Divine secrets of the Ya Ya sisterhood (2002) : Caro❌

Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets (2002) : Professor Mcgonagall✅

My house in Umbria (2003) : mrs Emily❌

Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban (2004) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅

Ladies in lavender (2004) : Janet❌

Harry Potter and the goblet of Fire (2005) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅❤️‍🔥

Keeping mum (2005) : Grace❌

Becoming Jane (2007) : Lady Gresham❌

Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix (2007) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅❤️‍🔥

Capturing Mary (2007) : Mary❌

Harry Potter and the half blood prince (2009) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅❤️‍🔥

From time to time (2009) : Linett❌

Harry Potter and the deathly hallows part 1 (2010) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅

Nanny McPhee 2 (2010) : Mrs Docherty✅

Harry Potter and the deathly hallows part 2 (2011) : Professor Mcgonagall ✅❤️‍🔥

The best exotic marigold hotel (2012) : Muriel❌

Quartet (2012) : Jean❌

My old lady (2014) : Mathilde ❌

The second best marigold hotel (2015) : Muriel❌

The lady In the van (2015) : Miss Mary❌

Downtown Abbey (2019) : Dowager countess ❌

Downtown abbey a new era (2022) : Dowager countess ❌

Shows

All for love (1983) : mrs Silly❌

Talking heads (1987) : Susan❌

Downtown Abbey (2010-2015) : Dowager Countess❌

Colin Firth

•10 september 1960 (Grayshott)

•🇬🇧

Movies

Another country (1984) : Tommy❌

Camille (1984) : Armand❌

Dutch girls (1985) : Neil❌

1919 (1985) : young Alexander ❌

Tales from the Hollywood hills (1987) : Rene❌

A month in the country (1987) : Tom❌

The secret garden (1987) : Adult Colin❌

Apartment zero (1988) : Adrian❌

Tumbledown (1989) : Robert❌

Valmont (1989) : valmont❌

Wings of Fame (1990) : Brian❌

Femme fatale (1991) : Joseph ❌

Out of the blue (1991) : Alan❌

Mad at the moon (1992) : Barber❌

Hostages (1993) : John❌

The hour of the pig (1993) : Richard ❌

The deep blue sea (1994) : Freddie❌

Playmaker (1994) : Ross/Michael❌

master of the moor (1994) : Stephen❌

The windowing of mrs holroyd (1995) : Charles❌

Circle of friends (1995) : Simon ❌

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Donovan Quick (1999) : Donovan❌

My life so far (1999) : Edward ❌

The secret laughter of women (1999) : Matthew❌

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Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) : Mark✅❤️‍🔥

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Londinium (2001) : Allen ❌

The importance of being earnest (2002) : Jack❌

Hope springs (2003) : Colin❌

What a girl wants (2003) : Henry❌

Girl with a pearl earring (2003) : Johannes Vermeer ❌

Love actually (2003) : Jamie✅

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London (2006) : Mark❌

Celebration (2006) : Russell ❌

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Then she found me (2006) ❌

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Mamma Mia! (2008) : Harry✅❤️‍🔥

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Genova (2008) : Joe❌

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Dorian Gray (2009) : Lord Henry❌

A Christmas carol (2009) : Fred❌

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Main Street (2010) : Gus❌

Steve (2010) : Steve❌

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Gambit (2012) : Harry❌

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Magic in the moonlight (2014) : Stanley❌

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Genius (2016) : Max ❌

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Mamma Mia! Here we go again (2018) : Harry✅❤️‍🔥

The mercy (2018) : Donald❌

Mary poppins returns (2018) : William ❌

Kursk (2018) : David❌

1917 (2019) : General Erinmore✅

Supernova (2019) : Sam❌

Operation mincemeat (2021) : Ewen❌

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Helena Bonham Carter

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Where angels fear to tread (1991) : Caroline❌

Howard’s end (1992) : Helen ❌

Frankenstein (1994) : Elizabeth ❌

Mighty Aphrodite (1995) : Amanda❌

Margaret’s museum (1995) : Margaret❌

Twelfth night or what you will (1996) : Olivia❌

Portraits Chinois (1996) : Ada❌

The wings of the dove (1997) : Kat❌

Keep the aspidistra flying (1997) : Rosemary❌

The petticoat expeditions (1997) : Narrator❌

The revengers comedies (1998) : Karen❌

Merlin (1998) : Morgana❌

The theory of flight (1998) : Jane❌

Fight club (1999) : Marla❌

Women talking dirty (1999) : Cora❌

Planet of the apes (2001) : Ari✅

Novocaine (2001) : Susan❌

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Till human voices wake us (2002) : Ruby❌

Big fish (2003) : Jenny❌

Lemony Snicket’s a series of unfortunate events (2004) : Beatrice❌

Charlie and the chocolate factory (2005) : mrs Bucket✅❤️‍🔥

Conversations with other women (2005) : Woman❌

The curse of the were-rabbit (2005) : Lady Campanula (voice) ❌

Corpse bride (2005) : corpse bride (voice)❌

Sixty six (2006) : Esther❌

Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix (2007) : Bellatrix✅❤️‍🔥

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Dark shadows (2012) : Dr Julia❌

Great expectations (2012) : Miss Havisham❌

Les misérables (2012) : Madame Thénardier❌

The Lone Ranger (2013) : Red Harrington❌

The young & prodigious TS Spivet (2013) : dr Clair ❌

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55 steps (2017) : Eleanor ❌

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Enola Holmes (2020) : Eudoria✅

Enola Holmes 2 (2022) : Eudoria✅

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The crowns (2019-2020) : Margaret ✅

Rebel Wilson

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Small apartments (2012) : Rocky❌

This means war (2012) : Guest appearance❌

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What to expect when you’re expecting (2012) : Janice❌

Ice age continental drift (2012) : Rae (voice)✅

Pitch perfect (2012) : Fat Amy✅

Pain & gain (2013) : Robin❌

Night at the museum : secret of the tomb (2014) : Tilly✅

Pitch perfect 2 (2015) : Fat Amy ✅

How to be single (2016) : Robin❌

Grimsby (2016) : Dawn ❌

Absolutely fabulous: the movie (2016)❌

Pitch perfect 3 (2017) : Fat Amy✅

The hustle (2019) : Penny❌

Cats (2019) : Jennyanydots❌

Isn’t it romantic (2019) : Natalie❌

Jojo rabbit (2019) : Fraulein Rahm✅

Senior Year (2022) : Stephanie✅

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Terkel I knibe (2004) : Mother of Terkel ❌

Angell’s hell (2005) : Belinda❌

Zemanovaload (2005) : tv producer❌

Confetti (2006) : Joanna❌

Hot fuzz (2007) : Doris❌

The grey man (2007) : Linda❌

I could never be your woman (2007) : hairdresser❌

Grow your own (2007) : Alice❌

Hancock & Joan (2008) : Marion❌

Consuming passion (2008) : Janet/Violeta❌

Le Donk & scor-zay-zee (2009) : Olivia❌

Kari Gurashi no arietti (2010) : Homily❌

Tyrannosaurus (2011) : Hannah❌

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The Iron Lady (2011) : Carol❌

Hyde park on Hudson (2012) : Elizabeth ❌

Bad sugar (2012) : Joan❌

I give it a year (2013) : Linda✅

The suspicions of Mr Whicher : the murder in angel lane (2013) : Susan ❌

Locke (2013) : Bethan❌

The five(ish) doctors reboot (2013) : Herself❌

The thirteen tale (2013) : Margaret❌

The 7.39 (2014) : Maggie❌

Cuban Fury (2014) : Sam❌

Pudsey the dog (2014) : Nelly❌

Thomas & friends (2014) : Marion❌

The lobster (2015) : hotel manager ❌

London road (2015) : Julie❌

Thomas & friends (2015) : Marion❌

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Murder on the orient express (2017) : Hildegarde❌

The favorite (2018) : Queen Anne❌

Them that follow (2019) : Hope❌

The father (2020) : Anne❌

The Mitchell’s vs the machines (2021) : Pal❌

Ron’s gone wrong (2021) : Donka❌

Mothering Sunday (2021) : Clarrie ❌

The lost daughter (2021) : Leda❌

The electrical life of Louis wain (2021) : Narrator ❌

Super worm (2021) : Narrator ❌

Joyride (2022) : Joy❌

Empire of light (2022) : Hillary❌

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The Mitchell & web situation (2001)❌

Gash (2003) ❌

Look around You (2005) : Pam❌

Green wing (2004-2006) : Harriet❌

The time of your life (2007) : Amanda❌

That Mitchell and web look (2006-2008) ❌

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Beautiful people (2008-2009) : Debbie❌

Exile (2011) : Nancy❌

Twenty twelve (2011-2012) : Sally❌

Rev (2010-2014) : Alex❌

Mr sloane (2014) : Janet❌

The Great War : the people’s story (2014) : Narrator ❌

Peep show (2003-2015) : Sophie❌

The night manager (2016) : Angela❌

Flowers (2016) : Deborah❌

Thomas the tank engine & friends (2014-2016) : Marion✅

Broadchurch (2013-2017) : Ellie❌

Watership down (2018) : Strawberry❌

Les misérables (2018) : Madame Thenardier❌

Fleabag (2016-2019) : Stepmother ❌

The best of Thomas and friends (2020) : Marion❌

The crown (2019-2020) : Queen Elizabeth II✅❤️‍🔥

Landscapers (2021) : Susan❌

Heartstopper (2022) : Sarah✅❤️‍🔥

Roh Yoon Seo

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Extraordinary you (2019) : Joon Hyun❌

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Dear m (2022) : Ha Neul❌

Gaus Electronics (2022) : Ma Tan❌

Madeleine Petsch

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F the prom (2017) : Marissa❌

Polaroid (2019) : Sarah ❌

Sightless (2020) : Ellen✅

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Riverdale (2017-current) : Cheryl✅❤️‍🔥

[romantic-hero]

The Night Ross Went To Elizabeth

Warning if you hate the idea of Ross and Elizabeth, scroll on by. Ross repeatedly asks Elizabeth if she wants him to continue. If spanking is a trigger, scroll on by. I hope the keep reading break works.....If not, don’t look!

When Ross read the note from Elizabeth, all he could see was red. The fury was all consuming. He could see that Demelza was speaking, but he could not hear the words. She was an impediment that he had to get past, and later when he thought about that night, he was ashamed he had pushed her out of his way.

Ross didn’t remember the ride to Trenwith. The next thing he remembered was kicking in the front door and making his way upstairs. And then there was  Elizabeth, her long hair brushed and brilliant in the candle light. He had never seen her in nightclothes before, and even though they were arguing, part of his mind was preoccupied with taking her. It had been hard enough to know Francis had stolen what he had always felt was his, but he’d be damned if he gave her up to George Warleggan.  

When she spat at him that she loved George to distraction, the red anger turned to black and he roughly pulled Elizabeth and found her mouth and started kissing her. He was furious. Here he was finally kissing the woman he thought he loved and his kisses were harsh. His lips were bruising her’s and he forced his tongue past her mouth, but he felt her yield and she returned his kisses just as forcefully.

Ross picked Elizabeth up and threw her on the bed. Though she was protesting,  she laid back against the pillows, if she hadn’t wanted him, she could have screamed.  She could have hit him, but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him kiss her. Ross was more tempestuous than he meant to be and pulled back. He licked his lips and kissed her again. He tentatively ran his tongue over her  lips, and when she didn’t protest, he put his tongue fully in her mouth.  Elizabeth instantly responded kissing him back. She didn’t stop him when he pulled her nightdress off. At last, after years of dreaming, her body was his.  

Her breasts were milky white and her nipples were large and deep pink. He started to massage both breasts. Then he sucked one nipple and then the other. He’d never heard Elizabeth moan in ecstasy before. “Elizabeth! Do you like this? “

“Oh, Ross. Please don’t stop.” Elizabeth tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her back.  Ross licked one nipple, then blew on it.  It tightened into a point and he gently took it between his teeth, before turning his head and kissing her other nipple. Then while he still squeezed her breasts he started kissing her belly. He took his hands and pushed her knees apart.

A bower of dark curls crowned her womanhood. Without thinking he kissed her between the legs.  

“Ross, stop! You mustn’t do that!” She was yanking his hair and he took both of her hands in one of his and held her arms behind her head.

“Why, Elizabeth? Didn’t your husband ever kiss you there? Taste your honey?” He growled and bit her neck and was pleased her hips bucked up.

“I..I n-never let him.”  

“Then you will let me.  If you don’t keep your legs apart Elizabeth, you will be sorry.” Ross stroked her cunny. It was wet and and her knees fell open. He took his fingers and opened her gash. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth.” And he stoked her with his fingers before lowering his mouth and covering her mound completely. His tongue found that little nub of pleasure and he circled it gently until Elizabeth was crying his name over and over. He knew she’d never had any release if this was the first time her flower had been tasted. He would be the first to pleasure her completely. And for the rest of her life she’d think of Ross Poldark every time George made love to her.

“Do you like this, Elizabeth? Should I stop now?”  His cock was rock hard and he had to take his clothes off.

He stood beside the bed and undressed. Elizabeth was heaving.  She looked at his cock, standing at attention. She didn’t know it but she was licking her lips. “I like it, Ross. I like it very much.”

“I am glad.” He got back in the bed and knelt between her legs. Again he he ran his fingers up and down her dripping slit. When he felt that little bud harden he rolled her over on her stomach. He straddled her hips and rubbed her shoulders. He kissed her neck and worked down to her buttocks.  He squeezed her cheeks and kissed her soft skin. He lightly ran his fingers over her bottom. And then his mind went red again.

“Elizabeth, You deserve a good spanking.  You lied to me. You married my cousin and now you want to marry my greatest enemy. “ Ross got up and sat on the side of the bed. “Come here. “ He knew he was being unreasonable. He pulled Elizabeth over his lap and he held her legs down with one of his. His cock was hard and stood erect between his belly and the side of Elizabeth’s breasts. Her ass looked ripe. He bet in her life it had never been struck. And now he would make her beg for him. To strum her after. Margaret had  taught him that a little spanking made a lady’s bits tingle and want more.

Elizabeth was unnaturally calm and didn’t squirm or protest. Ross caressed her gorgeous derriere.  He spread her cheeks and her hips raised as she gasped. Then without warning, he spanked first one cheek and then the other. Twice. Then he lightly ran his fingers over the slight redness.

“Should I stop, Elizabeth?” he asked as he put his finger in her vale, surprised at the amount of jelly he found.

“No, Ross. I think you should spank me hard.” She looked at him, her eyes glowing. “Shall I get my brush?”

Ross held her arm and helped her get to her feet. She glided to her dressing table and returned with the brush and handed it to him. “Kneel on the bed,” he told her and Elizabeth obeyed. Put your face down and he pulled her hips until her ass was in the air.  Again the sight of her bower was too much to resist and Ross dipped his fingers in.  Then he spanked her. Slowly, one side and then the other. When her posterior was bright red, he threw the brush across the room and picked her up in his arms. He placed her in the bed and wordlessly she spread her legs. Again he could tell she was shocked but he knew unless he worshiped her alter with his tongue, he would not be satisfied.

Ross licked her center of attraction and when he again found that secret little bud, he circled it with the tip of his tongue until he thought Elizabeth might pull all of his hair out.  “Should I stop, Elizabeth?”

Her breath was ragged. “Oh my god, no!” And he again slurped and licked and finally her whole body quivered and her bower pulsated and she let go in his mouth.

“Ross what happened?” She lay back panting.

“That is what pleasure is, Elizabeth.” His cock was ready he stroked it and said rather primly, “May I plow the field?” To his surprise Elizabeth took him in hand and guided him to her sugar-hole.

He was finally balls deep in the place he’d dreamed of since he’d gone to America. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist. They didn’t kiss or talk but Ross rode her hard and long until at last he filled her kitty with his cream.

In exhaustion they fell asleep. The sun woke Ross. He jumped out of bed. His head was clear. Clear at last to know he had committed the worse mistake of his life.  He couldn’t look at Elizabeth and could hardly answer her questions. He vaguely promised to come back and talk but at that instant he realized his heart belonged to only one.  

He couldn’t kiss Elizabeth. He just hurried down the stairs and thanked God the horse hadn’t wandered off. He flew along the coast path to Nampara and he had never been more frightened in his life by anything as he was by the sight of Demelza hanging the laundry in the courtyard, her face  as thunderous as any storm that had ever  battered Cornwall. Ross had no idea what his punishment would be, but he had no doubt he deserved every thing that was to befall him for his idiocy.

[alias-b]

sins of my youth. 008

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: New chapter!! Revenge plots, unlikely allies, and a romantic dip. TW: Hints of teen bullying and mentions of pica. Billy's anger gets scary for a hot sec. Enjoy!!  TAGLIST OPEN!!

Chapter 8: Because My Calendar Is Open

   “Wish it was warm enough to eat outside.” Evie grumbled. Picking crust off her sandwich. 

   Ignored Carol’s cackling three tables away. All the clicking of cutlery on plastic trays grated worse.

   “How was that dinner at Billy’s?” Heather looked up from her lunch.

   “Susan had to call and cancel. I guess she wasn’t feeling well.” Evie frowned. Wondered if Neil liked her staying out late with Mona and her friends. “Rain check.” 

   Behind Heather, Steve Harrington was wandering with a tray. Looking lost as he always did this time. No longer friends with Tommy and giving Nancy and Jonathan some space.

   “Steve.” Evie piped up, pressing her lips. “Want to sit with us?”

   He blinked. Crossed. 

   “Yeah...that’s cool.” He slid into the bench next to Evie. Plastered a little charm. “Ladies.”

   “Hey.” Heather’s smile brought pink into Steve’s soft cheeks.

   “Evie, you know Hargrove is staring at you, right?” Steve started to cut into his slab of meatloaf, gesturing with his chin. “What’s the deal with that? He’s been trying to use his laser eyes since school started again.”

   Evie spotted Billy a couple tables behind Heather. Intent. He didn’t look away when their eyes met. Evie just shrugged.

   “I don’t know what you mean, he’s just annoying. Forgot he even existed.” Evie scooped up some mushy peas and gagged them down. Heather studied her.

   “He’s a little prick.” She decided.

   “He’s a dumb guy.”

   “He’s not a guy, Evie, he’s a prick.”

   Steve snickered at them.

   “You reject him or something? Seems like a persistent asshole.” Steve went on.

   “As if Billy Hargrove would ever be into me.” Evie looked away. Said that before.

   “Whatever. Billy and his penis don’t deserve you.” Heather got Steve choking on milk laughing. Some came out his nose. “Oh no!”

   “Here.” Evie was giggling too, pressing a napkin to her friend’s mouth and nose. “Heather, go easy on him.”

   “So much for King Steve, right?” A laugh followed but it sounded weak. Evie only pressed her lips.

   “Royalty is overrated. Steve is fine.” She smiled a little for him. Met his dewy eyes and pulled away. When she faced Heather, Billy was gone. “Heather and I were hitting the movies after school. Want to go with us?”

   “Like hang out?” Steve perked so Heather nodded too. All smiles. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that. I’ll drive.”

   “Perfect. We do this thing where we show up and watch whatever is playing soon. Bad or not... Oh, shoot...I gotta hit the library, I forgot to return something.” Heather winked and got up to dispose of her trash. Left Evie with the pretty boy.

   “You ride your bike in, don’t you?” Steve turned his head as Evie picked up her water. “It’s winter.”

   “Seasons change, my boy.” Evie sipped, beaming.

   “I just wondered if maybe you wanted like a ride to school and back.”

   “Heather usually is able to grab me. The before and after school extracurriculars are starting to pile for her…” She blinked.

   “You live on Cherry, you’re not out of the way for me.” 

   “I so am.” Evie chuckled and shrugged.

   “Just a ride, maybe you can help me graduate.” Steve held out a hand. “Fair?”

   “Sure.” They shook on it. “Thanks.”

   “Well, well, well.” Carol flipped her helmet of orange hair aside and settled palms flat on the table. “Fallen from grace and now sucking up to the ice queen. I hear pretty boys can thaw her though, Steve, so you might get lucky for once. Does Mr. Bowers even speak to other students, or are you just needy enough for the list?”

   “Carol. I already know the answer,” Steve touched his chest, “but, do you really have nowhere better to be?”

   “Looks like Fenny gets around, huh?” Tommy curled an arm around his girl’s shoulder. Flashed that crooked smile. “Just going down the list now.”

   Normally, Evie would have spoken up. Witty comeback. But, she just glared at the ugly cafeteria tiles.

   “How about you get lost?” Steve continued. Evie’s hands curled into her lap. The amusement from their friends just grew louder and she couldn’t stand it. Anger burned white hot and a bark stopped them all.

   “Hey.” Billy crossed back in. Few tables stopped to see him command. “Knock it off, let’s go.”

   “But-”

   “Just leave it the fuck alone, Carol. Yeah? This shit is done to death and I’m over it. You’re being really pathetic. Both of you. C’mon.” Billy flared up, head cocking. “Only gonna ask you idiots once, the fucking cackling is giving me a headache. Leave her alone from now on, unless you want a problem with me. Bye.”

   He pointed toward the door. Not joking. A few students moved to go.

   Carol and Tommy both seemed to sag and follow after them. Their friends at the table decided the fun was over and crossed out too.

   Billy cast Evie one lingering stare, ignored Steve, and went the other direction. Shoved the door to go outside.

   “Did...that just happen? What’s up with him, seriously?” Steve turned back to Evie staring at where Billy had disappeared too. Lips parted.

   “I...I don’t know.” She asserted. “And I don’t care, I gotta...go.”

   “You barely ate anything.”

   “Filled up at breakfast, not much of an appetite.” Evie forced a chuckle. “See you in class?”

   “Sure…” Steve pushed his hands into his pockets. Let her go.

** ** **

   Billy didn’t appear again from all his smoke and stars. Never quipped about those almost heroics from the days before. But, his snapping kept Carol and her gaggle off of Evie completely.

   Like magic.

   More January snow fell with the weekend. Never ending frost with a perfect blanket of peace. Icicles shimmering on every house. The whole street sparkled.

   Evie bundled and slung a bag over one shoulder. Figured venturing into town was better than sitting in a freezing house contemplating what to swallow next.

   She tried to slow. To stop. To let things pass. This habit was eating her right back.

   Evie started to pass the Hargrove house and looked up to watch the new flurries fall. Too delicate upon her cheeks. Like confetti. 

   She thought of the intimate way Billy had touched her lips with two fingers to brush a piece away before kissing her. Again and again. 

   The thought bloomed unwanted roses up her cheeks. 

   She caught a glimmer on the sidewalk right in front of Billy’s car and Neil’s truck parked there. Couldn’t stop herself from shiny things. Bent down and pulled her glove off to pluck something silver up. A chain. And a pendant came with as Evie held it out from her expression. 

   A Playboy charm. 

   Crouched there, she sighed into pure cold. Blinked and let her eyes focus on Billy’s car beyond it. Quiet and undisturbed.

   So, Evie thought.

   Lips parted when she saw the passenger side door. Even with a few splatters of snow, words came into focus.

   Carved crude and angry into the side.

   Prick.

   Bold, ugly letters.

   Evie shot to her feet. Shuddering and alert like someone was watching.

   “Oh, my god.” She puffed, cradling the chain to her chest.

   By some twist of horrible fate, the front door beyond the porch opened.

   Billy stepped out. Cool as a cucumber. Lighting a cigarette. Stunning in a brown, leather bomber.

   Feet shuffled back. She stared at Billy with this clear look of horror when he spotted her.

   “Photo will last longer, Angel, but I charge for them.” He quipped, massaging his front suggestively. Lighter flicking closed. 

   Billy hadn’t seen his car.

   Evie felt adrenaline kick in when the bus passed behind her. Steps hurried up the sidewalk to get on it without glancing back. A hand covered her lips. Evie paid and sat down. Dared to peer back at Billy’s house.

   He was standing between the vehicles. Eyes pointed on the craving. 

   And then he slowly lifted his blaring gaze to where she’d disappeared too.

   Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

   Evie thought she might have a panic attack right there. Tried to catch her breath until the bus rolled onto Main Street before a hand tugged frantically to get off. She went into the first store she saw. Grocery store big enough to hide in. Attempted again to get her lungs working.

   Maybe running wasn't the best idea, but staying to explain seemed impossible. 

   The charm left an imprint in her hand from clutching it so tight.

   Billy thought she did that. Fuck. And he was going to fucking kill her.

   Evie scurried around the aisles. Kept checking the windows for the furious, rumbling Camaro. Pulled a beanie lower and her hood up before creeping back outside to cross the street. Tucked curls aside.

   She could have blamed Heather if the charm wasn’t damning enough. Her friend had used the word prick a number of colorful times.

   Brock Tannen was fucking with them both now.

   “Shit, shit.” Evie muttered. Few residents paced to get their own errands done. The rev of an engine shot sparks up Evie’s soul. She whirled down an alleyway, figured he might just run her over.

   “Fenny!” Billy skidded halfway down the path and curved. Lunged out of his car. “Get back here! You think I won’t recognize that ass anywhere you stick it? What the fuck! C’mere!” His snarling echoed. 

   Evie was sprinting now, but Billy worked out and he was taller so he caught up easily. Two tight hands yanked her coat so hard, she skidded on slush and fell next to some stone steps. Hard thud planked her body.

   Stars burst. A groan pushed from pink lips before eyes focused on Billy Hargrove about to breathe fire and lay waste to her.

   She’d never seen such an expression on a boy before. Pure, burning fury and hate.

   Wild like he wasn’t really seeing her.

   Scrambling, Evie had also never witnessed something so frightening. Billy’s hands were on her shoulders. Pressing his steel weight down so he could snap his jaw. Starving.

   “What the fuck! You fucking keyed my car! My fucking car, you bitch?” Profanities of all sizes and colors were spitting from his lips. Evie just looked shaken and terrified at him. Realized she wasn’t talking so her brain tried to mash words together.

   “I didn’t! I didn’t do it!” She barely spoke over his rage. Hands pushed at his chest with no hope to get him off.

   For a moment, she wondered if he’d try to hit her. He just growled and yelled. Unleashing fury he might have pent up.

   “Billy! Billy, it wasn’t me!” Evie tried again. Brought her palm up so he could see the chain twisted around her fingers. “Tannen! Look! Just look, I didn’t...”

   Billy finally shut down. Went still to narrow on the charm, recognizing it.

   The fingers twisted into her coat were hauled up by bigger hands and a taller figure.

   “Hargrove, it’s too early for this, Jesus Christ.” Chief Hopper had parked his Blazer and was now smacking Billy into the side of it. He turned and noticed Evie pushing herself off the wet ground. “Evie Fenny? Are you okay?”

   Wind blew through the alley. 

   “Yeah, I…” She saw handcuffs and Billy squirmed before she sprang up. “Wait a second. That wasn't…”

   “Looked like this boy had you pinned down.” Hopper was trying to get Billy to keep still. "A new low, kid."

   “Get off me, you damn pig!”

   “Lovely.” Jim gruffed, sighing. “We’ll talk about this at the station.”

   “Wait, we were...fooling around.” Evie hurried and grasped Jim’s arm. Backed off when his head whipped toward her in disbelief. “I fell and took him with me. It was an accident. Please don’t take Billy away.” Hands clasped to plead.

   A curly head tilted toward her too. If Billy had issues with the police, Neil would snap him in half.

   “Please, Chief, just let him go. This is a big misunderstanding. Billy and I will go home. Please.” Evie tugged again and Hopper blinked a couple times.

   “Just fooling around?” He looked to Billy, who was completely simmered again.

   “Uh, yeah. I’m revved, Chief, just look at her.”

   “Okay…” Jim cringed. “Just...get out of here and stay out of trouble, kid. Drive under the speed limit, yeah?”

   “I love law, Chief Hopper.” Billy quipped. Hopper peered at Evie again so she smiled and grabbed Billy’s hand.

   “We’ll be going now. Billy owes me a ride.” She tugged, still breathing heavier. The Chief got back into his car to go, head shaking. Teenagers.

   Evie snatched from Billy and shoved him away the second the older man had gone.

   “Don’t ever come at me like that again.” Her voice tremored lower. One finger poked his muscled torso. Billy only stared. “Never again.” She tossed the chain at his chest. “Your new best friend screwed you over. Not me. Eat that up, prick.”

   Evie started walking again and saw a piece of cardboard duct taped over the nasty carving. Billy caught up with her.

   “That shithead isn’t my friend. He framed you...not very well.” Billy let the chain dangle before his face. “He’s fucking dead. My dad’s gonna ream me when he sees the car. Shit... Fucking shit!”

   Evie paused to peer back at him. Head in his hands, crouched over to curse. She slowed. A beat.

   “Look, I...I know a garage that’ll help you out with a discount. My mom’s friends with the owner and his wife. Perks.” She stuffed her hands away and looked down at her clothing. “Shit, I’m soaked.”

   “Never heard that before.” Billy joked, smirking. “Thanks...for keeping me out of cuffs.”

   “You’re an asshole still.”

   “Yeah.” He agreed, going to the car. “Get in.”

   “Why?”

   “Take me to the garage so I can get my shit fixed. See if I have enough for it.” Billy rubbed his eyes. “Fuck.”

   “Only if I drive.” Evie crossed her arms. Billy did a double take. “I have my license.”

   “No.”

   “Yes.”

   “No.”

   “Yes or I’ll walk.” Evie shot back until he tossed the keys at her to catch. Billy bitched about it, but slid into the passenger side. The engine revved so he hissed.

   “Easy...”

   “That’s rich.” Evie squealed off. Obeyed the speed limit. “Thought Tannen was your buddy.”

   “I think I punched him after the dance. I was still kinda drunk.” Billy gave an agitated breath. Sunk into the seat. “Why’s he hate you so much?”

   “Because I exist in this body with this brain and I breathe, it doesn’t matter.” Evie turned a corner. Avoided his stare. “I think he hates anything that isn’t him.”

   “Well, Tannen hates us both. Framing you and fucking with my car.” Billy paused. Got sly. “So, how are we getting him back?”

   “Revenge? No, not interested.”

   “C’mon, Angel, live a little.”

   Evie skidded to stop at a red light. Head snapping to see him.

   “Yeah, I tried that with you already.” She seethed. Billy studied her. “I’m taking you to the garage and I’m catching a bus home. My clothes are still damp, thanks for that.”

   “Brock’s date was fourteen, did you know that? He’s a piece of shit and he’s asking for it. You don’t have to like me, we can just hate the same person who hates us. Teach him a lesson.”

   “Any bright ideas?” Evie continued down the street. No answer. “Thought so.”

   “I’ll think of something.” Billy paused. “Tannen’s got a cushy little life doesn’t he? Perfect family. Girls lined up.”

   “He’s dating the daughter of a pastor. Sweet cheerleader who goes to Bates. Cheating on her because she isn’t putting out. But, she’s good for the image and for his ritzy Ridgemont family. Heather’s parents run in a similar circle. She always has dirt.”

   “Yeah? What’s Tannen like?”

   “His car and his image.” Evie parked. “Go in and drop my mom’s name. The guy’s sweet, he’ll help you out.” She tossed the keys in Billy’s lap. “See you later.”

   “Wait.” Billy hurried around the car as she got out. “Just, wait. Let’s get back at him.”

   “I don’t care as much as you do, Billy.” Evie passed with snow falling into her long, spiraling curls.

   “Sure you do, you’re just pretending you don’t.” Billy snagged her wrist. “Evie. I am fucking sorry. About the shitty dance. About school. It’s fucked and I don’t blame you for being this upset.”

   The continued groveling made her smirk.

   “Not upset.” Evie crossed her arms.

   “He flashed that money in my face and I just figured I could show you a good time and keep you out of it. But, the whole thing when I saw it...I really thought they weren’t serious about the pool. I wanted out of the deal. I kissed you after midnight. It was still fucked. The other girls, they… You know, I’ve been thinking about them too. We could get revenge for them. Shove it up Tannen’s ass.”

   “Did you fake it?”

   “Fake what?”

   “All of it.” Evie gathered the courage. “The...talking. The smiles. The laughter. Dancing with me. Why did you kiss me after midnight?”

   “I just…” Billy shrugged hopelessly. Lashes fluttering. “I felt like it. I don’t have to bullshit around you. You call me out when I do either way. I don’t know. You kissed me first and I thought...I just wanted to kiss you. I asked you to a fucking motel.”

   “And I was gonna go with you.” Evie shrugged. “But, you lied to get me there. I can’t help but feel that bullshit laced all of it. Do you understand that?”

   “Yeah.” Billy sighed. Stood there against winter. Unafraid. “Fact remains, I didn’t want anything else.”

   Evie gave a breath into the cool air. 

   Neither did I.

   “Let’s get your door fixed.” Evie went around him to go into the shop. She did all the talking to a burly man with a hook prosthetic for one hand while Billy teetered on his feet behind her. “Give him a couple hours to work.”

   “Daddy’ll miss you.” Billy huffed, digging for a cigarette while his precious car was moved away. Evie gave him this scrunched look and shook her head, laughing.

   “Well, see you around.” Evie got the back of her jacket snatched and huffed for theatrics.

   “Nice try, you think I can’t follow you all over this town? Look, grabbing you was... I shouldn't have done that. I won't come at you like that again.” Billy turned her, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Tannen.”

   “Your problem.”

   “He’s gonna be your problem too, Evie.” Billy stood over her, plucking his smoke out to puff. “If you don’t help, I might run off and do something stupid.”

   “All your life.” She cocked her head. Gave another sound of aggravation. “Just because I know I can’t outrun you. Let’s go. It’s too cold.” A hand tugged his jacket until he was walking next to her. Billy felt his stomach bubble with excitement. “There’s this place Heather and I like...up the block.”

   They walked slushy sidewalks to the corner where a little cafe sat. Teens wandered a smoky, dim lit lounge. Evie pulled her coat, beanie, and gloves away to sit. Billy stole an ashtray and followed. Peering around at all the art and empty stage. Hippy sort of place, not like other hangout spots in Hawkins.

   “The co-owned bakery next door supplies all their pastries.”

   “Broke now.”

   “I’m offering.” Evie decided. “Not cause I like you. I just don’t like to eat alone at a table.” Billy’s eyebrows lifted before he tapped his ashes.

   “You pick.”

   “Do you drink hot cocoa?” Evie watched him nod when a boy crossed over. “Jesse, hey.”

   “Fen,” the boy grinned broader, “hi.” Year younger and going to Hill Valley. Family moved a town over but kept the location for their beloved cafe. “Marty was just asking if I’d seen you around Hawkins.”

   “Yeah, let him know Heather and I said hi. First year of college any good?”

   “He likes the Florida weather.” Jesse swept his mop of brown curls aside, a million piercings along his ear and eyebrow caught the light. Broad boy who enjoyed football, painting, and the piano. Peered at Billy and blushed. “Who’s your cute friend?”

   “Down boy. This is Billy, he’s having a day that only your hot chocolate and apple strudels can cure.”

   “Where’d you get your ink?” Billy eyed Jesse’s decorated arms.

   “City, not far. I’ll write it down for you.” A wink. Billy seemed to like the attention today. Jesse turned back to Evie. “My mom tried to dye her hair in the bathroom. Didn’t go well so Mona will be seeing her this week.”

   “Ouch. Again?” Evie chuckled. “What color this time?”

   “What supposed to be strawberry sky and it’s...cotton candy pink. I liked it.” He laughed. “Sprinkle of cinnamon on the cocoa?”

   “You know me too well.” Evie let him go off then faced Billy. “High School running back. Sweetheart. I dated his older brother. Briefly before the move."

   "So, you guys still talk or...?" He faked disinterest and she snorted at the attempt.

   "Not really. I mean, we ended fine, he's just a college kid now." Evie cracked a smile, narrowing. "But, my mom’s friends with his mom.”

   “What mom doesn’t Mona know? Figure she leads the network.” Billy countered. Evie shrugged.

   “Good point, she’s a social nut.”

   “Speaking of, isn’t that her?” Blue eyes turned out the frosted windows. Mona in a short dress, fitted chic coat, and tall platform heels that rode up her knees. Nancy Sinatra would be proud. Walking with a bunch of paper bags, headed back toward her shop. Men stopped to see her bounce. “Damn.”

   “Stop looking at my mom, perv.” Evie reached for his jaw and turned it back toward her. Breath catching as she slipped away quicker. “Why’d Susan cancel on us?”

   “Dad canceled. Not Susan. He just made her do the dirty work.” Billy explained, snuffing his cigarette out.

   “He didn’t like her staying out with friends late?” Evie guessed. “What kind of husband doesn’t want his wife to have friends in a new place? I bet she’s lonely.”

   “You lonely?”

   “I have friends. Are you lonely with your fake fans?” Evie shot back, sitting up. He batted his lashes, undaunted.

   “Dad doesn’t like anything except maybe his collection of belts and a full bottle.” Billy shrugged his jacket off. Played with his ring. Head turning, the little spike hanging from his ear caught the light outside.

   Infuriating, how pretty he was not doing anything.

   “Does he hit her too?”

   “Too?” Billy snapped back in, leaning forward with his arms crossed. “What’s that mean?”

   Evie only stared at him.

   “Sorry.”

   “No, I…” Billy cursed to himself. “You probably get a front row seat. You know, he didn’t start going at Susan until the move here. She’s learning though. Quickly. How to play dad’s game.”

   “Does he go after Max?”

   “No, he’s too distracted with me and I keep Max out of trouble. He will one day when she’s older.”

   Evie looked at his hand and wondered about touching it. Billy seemed to feel it hang in the air so he sat back.

   “Bowers ever hit you?”

   “No, he doesn’t-” Evie caught herself with wide eyes. Got smaller. “He’d never hit me.”

   “So, you’re admitting it.” Billy leaned forth again. Even closer. Some instrumental and chatter covered their voices.

   “No one will believe you.” She repeated, eyes on the table.

   “No, probably not. Won’t tell even if I think it’s fucked.” He screwed his eyes at her. “How?”

   “How’s it possible for someone gorgeous to get with a girl like me?” She sounded wounded.

   “No, just...how?”

   They paused when Jesse returned. A full plate of warm, golden pastries. Two steaming mugs. Evie tipped him with a sudden smile.

   “Thanks, Jess.”

   “Anytime. Don’t be a stranger.” He looked to Billy. “You too, got it? I wrote that address down. They love taking new people if you need ink. Come in here and...show it off.”

   “I just might. Thanks.” Billy sparked with his usual charm as the boy went.

   “You love to flirt.”

   “I love to be desired, don’t you?” Billy stuffed the card away, peered at his mug before drinking. Evie followed. “So. We got time.”

   “Why do you care?”

   “I just do. I think you're interesting, Evie. This town needs a blast of color and I found it.” Billy stared. “Think I’m gonna judge you?”

   “Yeah.” Blunt.

   “Well, I’m not. Not you.” He plucked up a little pastry when she didn’t. “Don’t let me eat this whole damn plate.” Evie scoffed, breathless and took one to chew. Licking sugar from her lips. 

   “Billy, why...why are you here with me still?” She narrowed again.

   “Because,” he sparkled, “my calendar's open.”

   Evie tried to look away. To laugh him off. Couldn’t find the will and locked in.

   “Well, I don’t want to get into it here. So, let’s just enjoy the heater and sweets.” Evie reached for another flaky pastry. Billy grabbed one too. They filled their bellies in silence. Eyes locking then averting ever so often.

   “Let’s get out of here. Walk.” Billy licked his thumb. Arms crossing to lean over and see her drink.

   “You want me to spill badly.”

   “I took you out and you had a shitty time, I don't do that. I want to make up for it.”

   “You don’t like the snow,” Evie ruffled her curls, “don’t know how you’re surviving it, Cali.”

   Billy peered out the window. Let the glow bathe his face. Cool and almost iridescent. Brightening his eyes framed with those sinful lashes. 

   “You like winter?” He asked out of the blue.

   “Actually, yeah. It’s not so bad. Prefer fall. I like tucking in with a warm blanket and cocoa. I like the snow, things always feel...new after." Evie felt a distance quell. He seemed to notice it too. Wistful and vast. "It covers up what came before.”

   “Well, let’s go walk in it.” Billy pushed up. “I’ll meet you halfway and brave it.”

   Evie stared at the table. Watched him start to go before she shoved her hat on. Got up and followed.

   “If I just say that I forgive you, can we part ways?” Evie got in front of him outside. Flecks of snow tumbled into her hair. Melted on strawberry cheeks. Billy was too many colors against white and grey. Ocean blues. Peaches. Cherries. Honey. All sun kissed freckles and golden hair. 

   “We could make a bet.” Billy stepped closer to curl a devilish smile.

   “Another bet?” Her brow lifted. “No thanks, my track record with you and bets is zero.”

   “No fun at all.” Billy puffed. “Evie, the way I see it, neither of us can leave the other alone.”

   “That’s a you problem.”

   “You know you can shake me and you’re not trying too hard, I think you’re just curious enough to stick around.” Billy cocked his head. “So, I’m just saying we should chase that. It was fucked up and...I am sorry. For you and those other girls. I say that you and I hang out long enough to get revenge on Tannen and then, I swear...cross my heart as fuck all...that I’ll leave you alone once that prick gets it. Only if you want me gone.”

   “You tried this.”

   “I didn’t mean it then.” He stuffed hands into his pockets and she exhaled out her nose. Shuffled on the slick sidewalk.

   “But, you magically do now?”

   “Maybe that’s what has us stuck, we want to do something about it.”

   “You swear?”

   “Every damn day.” Cheeky shit.

   Evie’s eyes squinted at him. Sized him up. 

   “I just...I don’t forgive you.”

   “I can live with that,” he said, “for now. I haven’t earned shit. I’ll make it up to you.”

   Promises. Promises. 

   “I don’t,” Evie tried again to disengage, “I don’t think you can.”

   “C’mon.” Billy slid in front of her when she turned. Got lush. “Evie.”

   “Let’s just not make this harder than it needs to be.” Her hands lifted. Evie went around him and Billy’s arms went out aimlessly.

   “What would your Mr. Darcy do to make you feel better?”

   “What?” Evie spun on her heel, almost laughing. Billy peered away.

   “I got his name right. How’d he make you feel better? Listen, Evie...I deserve the cold shoulder. I do. It fucking…” Billy sucked in air and came to her at the corner. “I’ll level with you. I’ve been beating the shit out of myself for what happened and I deserve that. Does that help you? I can’t even get it up...you know what I’m saying? I liked it. Being there with you and I can’t change what happened after-”

   “Ick. I wish I didn’t know what you mean.” Her face screwed up. A beat to break for laughter. “Is this really that important to you?” Billy got close with those wandering eyes. 

   “Yes… It really fucking is.” He hissed lower. "Truth is, I even want more of those signature bad kisses we love to share. If you can still call them that, Angel."

   Evie huffed. Almost aggravated. Not really. Stepped back to look him up and down.

   “There’s one thing you might be able to do to make me feel better.” She crossed her arms. Brought on hands up to tap her chin in thought.

   “And?” Billy gasped out.

   “One question.” She rounded him, eyes wandered to scrutinize. “Do you still have that white button up?”

   Billy turned his head, earring dangling before he narrowed.

   “Uh, yeah....” He looked a little apprehensive when she smiled fuller. Sly.

   “We can work with that.”

** ** ** 

   Three knocks and Heather Holloway was blinking her doe eyes at an odd pair.

   “What’s he doing here?” She pulled at Evie’s arm to get between them. “What did I tell you, Hargrove?”

   “Billy’s trying to make amends, Heath.” Evie said flatter. They stood before her huge mansion on Loch Nora. “Are your parents or the housekeeper around?”

   “Not today.” Heather was still all daggers at Billy. “We don’t need Billy’s amends. He’s done enough.”

   “There’s a bigger asshole to be worrying about.” Billy spoke. “Tannen.”

   “Your buddy? I’m not so sure.”

   “No, he...has a point. But, we’re not here to discuss that. Yet.” Evie blinked. Smiled. “Can we use your pool?”

   Heather looked confused. The curls piled up onto her head bounced a little. No makeup. Lazy sweater dress. 

   “Why?”

   “It’s indoors and heated.”

   “Not heated right now.”

   “Even better.” Evie beamed when Billy’s face dropped. “Sidebar, just us girls.”

   Billy hung out on the snowy steps while they went just in the door. There was a great deal of snickering before Heather returned biting her cheek. Fully amused.

   “You can come in. Shoes off.”

   Billy stepped inside to obey, looking around.

   “Jesus, Holloway, this place… Is daddy the mayor?”

   “He runs the paper.”

   “Explains a lot.” Billy grumbled as her head snapped at him. “Easy. Not here to fight. Just...acting out Evie’s whatever Darcy fantasy to make her forgive me.”

   “Never said I would forgive you.” She noted down the hall.

   “This won’t hurt my chances.” Billy was stepping out of his shoes. Evie looped her arm into Heather’s.

   “This way.”

   He walked slower behind them to observe the place. Cheesy family portraits galore. Too many vases with fake flowers. Floral wallpaper. Rich people.

   “So, what the hell brought you two back together?” Heather had asked.

   “Not together.” Evie piped quicker. “Tannen keyed Billy’s car, framed me for it. I sorta helped him get it fixed.”

   “He, what? ” Heather paused, opening a textured glass door.

   “Yeah, big mess. Tannen’s not quitting.” Evie picked up as they went into the pool room. Odd to be in here while frost covered the back windows.

   “Probably cause I punched him.”

   Heather snorted at that, stepped on a button to bring the cover rolling back over the illuminated fresh water. 

   “You sure this is what your dream freak would do?”

   “So, sure. Don’t forget your line.” Evie flicked a piece of paper she’d written on at his chest. Billy griped when Heather laughed at him trying to get out of his coat and jeans. White shirt and grey briefs. Evie peered at his muscled thighs and looked up at the ceiling. 

   Whew.

   “You can look, ladies.” A sleazy grin bloomed. “You’re both lucky I wore underwear today.”

   “Gross.” Heather came around the pool to her friend.

   “Well, do your thing, William.” Evie giggled, gesturing. “Or should I say: Fitzwilliam.”

   “How’d a guy with that name not get his fucking ass kicked? Instead, he’s drowning in pussy, I don’t get it.” Billy stepped into the water. Bitched about the cold and sauntered to the center holding his paper up. Soaked his shirt through.

   “This isn’t even in the book.” Heather had whispered so Evie hushed her.

   “Yeah, duh, but...Billy doesn’t know that. Look how hard he’s trying. It's almost cute. Almost.” She covered her mouth. “Plus, I dreamed about this once, let a girl live here. It can happen one day.”

   “Is he like...really trying?”

   “Starting to think he is. Won't leave me alone and he...I'm not exactly running either anymore.” Evie peered at Billy turning around. Voice rose. “You look great.”

   “Bite me.” He dunked while holding one hand up to keep the line from getting wet. Came up ruffling his curls like some ethereal merman. Still stunning. White shirt clinging to his rock hard chest. Evie bit her lip with hooded eyes and missed Heather watching her face.

   “Say the line!” She called then. Billy rolled his eyes with the longest huff he could muster.

   “In vain I have-”

   “With a little life, Billy!” Heather laughed at him there. Billy sucked in to pout. Water sloshing all over to prune his fingers. Hair and face dripping. Eyelashes clumped. 

   “In vain!” He just said it louder. Slower. “I have struggled!”

   Evie and Heather had to kneel down because they were laughing so hard. Clinging together on the tiles.

   “Keep going!” Evie waved her hand and tried to breathe. Billy groaned, eyes rolling.

   “It will not do…” He’d already gotten water smudging the page. “My feelings will not be...regressed?”

   “Repressed!” Came the correction. Billy shot the rest out in one swift breath.

   “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you!"

   “How, what?” Evie was all giggles.

   “How! Ardently! I admire! And love you!” He played a total smart ass. Smoldered. Broke. “Can I be done now? My balls are getting kinda high in here.”

   Evie cackled comically, holding her stomach and rolling before she waved a hand.

   “Yeah, yeah, you can get out. Oh, god. I can't...” She wiped her eyes and heard splashing. Scrambled because Billy was marching toward her sopping wet. Heather skidded to get away before Billy dove on Evie and shook himself out like a mad dog. Spraying her with water. “Billy! No!”

   “Billy, yes!” He pushed her shoulders down and ignored the slaps at his chest.

   They both were laughing now. Loudly. Almost free. Almost forgetting.

   Heather grabbed a stack of towels and paused to see. Billy’s infectious grin and Evie Fenny so lost in it that nothing else mattered. 

   Evie caught her friend's confused expression and shoved Billy off.

   “Okay, okay, you’re done.” Evie shot up. Cheeks rosy. “Uh, bathroom.” She got a towel from Heather’s arm and jogged away. Faster than she meant. Billy pulled up to his knees so Heather padded toward him.

   “What are you doing?”

   “Fuck if I know at this point.” Billy felt her drop a towel over his back. Pushed to his feet to see her. “Thanks.”

   “Are you actually trying here or are you going to hurt my friend again?”

   Billy ruffled his hair and wiped his face. Holding the towel over broad shoulders. 

   “Listen, only thing I know for sure is I don’t ever want to hurt Evie again.” Billy stopped after that to let it sink in. “You know her best, what the fuck else can I do here?”

   Heather’s lips turned up. Spread to show teeth.

   “You want to know what Evie likes.” Tables turning.

   “I know some stuff. Give me some more to work with. And don’t lie, we played that game.”

   Heather exhaled to study him.

   “Just because you seem to be trying and that’s the hardest my friend has laughed in awhile.” Heather peered at the door. “Evie’s a hopeless romantic even if she hides it. A regular dreaming Cinderella. She likes people unafraid to show how they feel about her and anything made of chocolate…"

   "That checks out, I can work with it."

   "That dance was cruel. You’re lucky she’s even allowing you the gift of embarrassing yourself in her presence.”

   “Noted.” Billy peeled his shirt off and wrapped the towel around his waist. “I have a change of clothes in my car. Will it be weird if I jet out in this and my boots?”

   “Ahhh, give me your keys. I’ll find it.” They paused to step away from each other when Evie returned. Towel bunched to her chest. Eyes flicking between them. Avoiding Billy’s damp chest rising and falling, his saint chain glittering and stuck to skin.

   “So, this thing about Tannen. Oof. I have an idea.” Evie cleared her throat.

   "Ohh, look at Miss Naughty Evangeline." Billy mocked with a southern twang. "Getting into the spirit. Why, now?"

   "Because my calendar is open." She cocked her head up. Looked wildly pretty there with her devious pride. “Does Tommy still have Bubbles’ number?”

   Billy flashed a smirk. Let it illuminate his face until she matched it. Heather wondered about offering them a room.

   “Angel, I’m really liking the way you think.”

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this is still my favorite fucking thing

Consider: Eddie kaspbrak as prince(ss) bubblegum and Richie as Marceline/Marshall lee.?

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With the film industry as we know it—A-list stars swanning around studio lots amid the swirling winds of an entire city bellowing buzzwords about makin’ pictures—essentially nonexistent at the moment, here’s an especially provocative idea as we contemplate its eventual return: What if Hollywood was... better?

Not in terms of quality of output, though if we’ve learned anything through the industry’s glacial inching toward progress, that will follow suit. But what if the industry was more inclusive? What if it was less afraid of change? What if it allowed gay people, people of color, women, and minorities to tell their own stories, to be in charge—and what if the people accepted it? 

Better yet, what if it was always that way? 

Like the loud, harsh clack of a clapboard coming down on 70 years of motion picture history, Ryan Murphy’s revisionist manifesto Hollywood arrives Friday on Netflix with blinding, blaring, technicolor confidence. Hardly subtle, deliciously ostentatious, and admirably mischievous, the lavish seven-episode series is a love letter to Hollywood by way of 2020 think piece. 

It is messy and thrilling, upsetting yet profound; as uneven and as enthralling as any of Murphy’s big-swing, genre-contorting efforts: Glee, American Horror Story, or The Politician. But as with his soapy historical study Feud: Bette and Joan, it is a fastidious celebration of a glamorized time in Hollywood that mines nostalgia for modern meaning—a fragile undertaking swaddled in the dazzle of unmatched production design and talent pedigree.

Hollywood flops as often as it soars, but never rests in its grandiosity and ambition. The result is something escapist and frothy at a time when a retreat to a Hollywood happy ending is as alluring a fantasy as they come.

There is brilliant acting and there is bad acting. There are ovation-worthy ideas and there are off-putting ones. But, above all, there is reason to watch: It is gay, it is sexy, it is Patti LuPone.

Hollywood is a revisionist history of cinema’s golden age. It’s the 1940s in all their glamour and art: Casablanca! Citizen Kane! Alfred Hitchcock! Jimmy Stewart! Rita Hayworth! Cary Grant! It’s an era that’s been romanticized for so long that we’ve internalized it, morphing our own lifestyle aspirations to conform to its very heteronormative, very patriarchal, very (very) white ideas about sex and gender roles. These were ideas, however, that the industry was telegraphing, but not living in real life. Not at all. 

Murphy and his team’s rewriting of history pulls the curtain back, exposing the sexually fluid proclivities of the stars—leading men sleeping with male escorts; Oscar-winning actresses in bisexual affairs—and the damning, racist barriers to inclusion fortified by studio heads thwarting any opportunity for progress. 

Then, and here’s the crux of the whole thing: Hollywood changes that narrative. We glimpse the power dynamics inside Tinseltown’s gilded cage, and watch them being dismantled. 

Some of the players’ narratives are real, and some are fiction. That makes for an amusing parlor game for viewers, attempting to separate the true history from the imagined one, and should birth a cottage industry of “The Real Story Behind…” stories in the weeks to come. But these are actual people who never had the opportunity to live authentically or see true, equal opportunity in the industry. Expect there to be a split among those who find happier, reimagined fates for them a sweet gesture, and those who find it in bad taste. 

The story trains in on Jack (David Corenswet), a World War II veteran arriving wide-eyed in Hollywood, hoping some gumption and a jawline God shed a tear after creating will be enough to get him into the pictures. But he’s got a pregnant wife (Maude Apatow) to think about. Until he catches the eye of a casting director, he has to find some way to pay the bills. That cash flow comes surreptitiously from a gas station owner (Dylan McDermott), whose dashed Hollywood ambitions leave a soft spot for attractive dreamers like Jack—particularly ones who prove lucrative in his under-the-table prostitution business. A customer comes in for a fill-up, so to speak, and whispers the code, “I want to go to Dreamland,” and, well, you know the rest—and hopefully get the hardly nuanced metaphor about sex, power, sacrifices, and Hollywood.

This gas station business is without a doubt inspired by Scotty Bowers, the notorious L.A. hustler who died last year at 96, following a scandalizing, dishy documentary and memoir revealing the brothel he ran out of a petrol stand, sleeping with (allegedly) Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, Bette Davis, Vivien Leigh, Gary Cooper, J. Edgar Hoover, and Rock Hudson. 

McDermott’s character, however, is not actually Scotty Bowers, a distinction that’s necessary because Rock Hudson actually is a character, played by Jake Picking. So is Henry Wilson, the monstrous, closeted Hollywood agent played by Jim Parsons, who trades blowjobs for representation. Elsewhere, real-life trailblazers like Hattie MacDaniel, Vivien Leigh, and George Cukor show up. Their presence, on the one hand, lends credibility and grounds the fantasia of diversity and acceptance that Hollywood builds to. It’s also morally amorphous.

Hudson was closeted until the day he died of HIV/AIDS. He didn’t get the happy ending imagined here, publicly coming out of the closet by attending the Academy Awards with his fictional black, gay screenwriting boyfriend, holding hands on the red carpet, and staying on track on his ascension to Hollywood hunk. There’s also no evidence that Wilson, as caustic and self-loathing as the devil himself when we meet him in the show, had a change of heart and becomes a LGBT crusader seeking amends and atonement. 

The wishful thinking is nice. But the bleakness of the reality shouldn’t be forgotten. There’s no clean place to land there, other than to consider both. 

But these are just a handful of Hollywood’s players, and not even the true engine of the plot. In typical Murphyland fashion, there is a dizzying constellation of characters and their errant business to keep tabs on. 

At the forefront is Patti LuPone’s Avis, the bored wife of a studio head (a scene-stealing Rob Reiner) who is first introduced as a client of Jack’s—hence all the press about the Tony winner’s explicit sex scenes that you’ve likely been reading—and eventually put in charge of the studio itself when her husband is incapacitated by a heart attack. 

If it’s novel now to think of a female in charge of greenlighting projects and making commercial creative decisions, imagine it seven decades ago. And Avis shakes things up. With a casting director (Holland Taylor, perfect) and producer (Joe Mantello, heartbreaking) as her conspirators, she greenlights and positions as the studio’s next blockbuster a film called Meg, with its historically diverse creative team intact. 

That means half-Filipino director Raymond (Darren Criss), black screenwriter Archie (Jeremy Pope), black leading lady Camille (Laura Harrier), and Jack and Rock in supporting roles. It takes willfulness to bulldoze the fortresses that bar progress. That is invigorating and moving to watch, especially as Hollywood dances between comedy, camp, earnestness, and tragedy with all the glee, if you will, that you’d expect from a Ryan Murphy production. 

There’s sex—hot sex, gay sex, interracial sex, intergenerational sex—and there’s farce and there’s a wardrobe and set budget to sweep you away like a riptide. 

There are scenes from Parsons and LuPone that will win them Emmys. Mantello and Taylor have a two-hander together that shattered me into so many pieces I am billing Ryan Murphy the cleaning fee. I worry that even with his Netflix money it won’t be enough—that’s how good it is. 

Mira Sorvino and Queen Latifah give so much in their scenes as guest stars that you wish they were in more but are grateful for the flawless blips of bliss, while Michelle Krusiec as Anna May Wong, the first Chinese American movie star, is the epitome of an actor making a monumental moment out of limited material. 

Criss solidifies his leading-man status—he’s captivating in every scene, even without much to do—and Corenswet brings glimmers of gravitas to eye candy. But the rest of the kids nearly torpedo the whole damn thing, they’re so miscast. The scenes with the older generation are so rich and such an utter joy to watch, it only makes the woodenness of performers like Picking and Harrier all the more egregious. Thankfully, there’s a larger message to it all that acts as absolution.

If Hollywood were a treatise on how society interacts with movies and TV both then and now, then the thesis could likely be boiled down to an early conversation between Raymond, Criss’ director character, and Dick, Mantello’s studio exec. It’s Raymond’s dream to direct a movie starring Anna May Wong. Dick kills the pitch, saying no one will pay to see a movie with an Asian lead, or any lead of color. 

Raymond doesn’t stand for that. How does he know? No one’s tried. “Sometimes I think folks in this town don’t really understand the power they have. Movies don’t just show us how the world is, they show how the world can be. If we change the way that movies are made, you take a chance and you make a different kind of story, I think you can change the world.” 

It’s not a stretch to argue that as the mission statement of Murphy’s entire career. He’s proved it time and again, from Glee to Pose: Bring the marginalized out of the margins and watch how things change. Someone just has to be the one to do it.

In essence, Hollywood sees Murphy dramatizing the progress that he played a part in catalyzing today, but imagining if it had come at a different turning point in cinema history—70 years ago. More tantalizingly, he raises the question of what society today might be like had it actually happened then. 

Is it a little self-congratulatory? Sure. But, hey, that’s showbiz, kid. 

[simsadventures]

Alone Time

Summary: You and Thor take a rare vacation, and you can’t get enough of each other.

Warnings: fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS- these will be put in front of the smut, so those who don’t want to read it, won’t have to), light swearing (I really tried you guys!)

Pairing: Thor x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1844 A/N: This story was written for my beautiful @p8tn0lish​, who requested it for my 500 Followers Celebration (you can still request yours, if you’re interested). The song being Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Hope you guys will enjoy this fluffy Thor smut. Love you 3000 xx

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It was extremely rare for you and Thor to have some time together, let alone to go on vacation. That is why you were ecstatic to learn that Thor book a lovely weekend in California for just the two of you after one of the missions. He usually had to go back Asgard, be he told you not to worry about it, that he wanted to do this with you, so, who were you to question it?

The romance between you and Thor fired up during a mission in Columbia, where you had to play the bait, and when Thor saw you in your tiny little bikini, and after weeks of shameless flirting, he knew that he needed to make you his ASAP. Before the stupid guys on the team, who apparently only saw you as a friend realised what kind of woman you were, and you were truly one of a kind.

It has been almost two years ever since that night, but Thor could swear he loved you more every day. Knowing you were his, that you would become his Queen soon, filled him with pride that such woman agreed to stand beside him, in battle and in life. So it really was the least he could do, taking you on this little get-away weekend. He knew it wasn’t much, but at the same time was well aware that you didn’t need fancy hotels with spas and all that shit, that you could do in a cottage hidden in forests, as long as the two of you were together.

Thor snapped out of his mind the second he saw you coming out of the bathroom. You looked beautiful as always, but he had to frown a little.

“You do know that it’s the end of November love and that the weather is no longer as hot as it normally is.” He told you with a raised eyebrow, checking your outfit. You opted for high waisted denim shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt. He loved when you showed little skin, the Alpha-like side in him marvelled in the thought that all the men around you knew that you belonged to him. But not when it’s like 59F (that’s around 15°C). He himself was wearing long jeans and an old but comfortable sweater.

“Oh, please! Give me a break and let me enjoy these last snippets of summer before we go back to New York where it’s probably snowing right now. C’mon, let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, and no matter his protests, you dragged him out of the room and outside the hotel.

Thor looked up and saw that the sky wasn’t as sunny as when you two woke up and that some kind of storm was coming your way. But you didn’t seem to care.

You decided that because you lived in New York, and you even though you travelled around the world, you didn’t really have the chance to enjoy the beach. You knew Thor wasn’t the biggest fan, especially of public beaches, but after a kiss or two, and very nasty promises, he agreed to take a stroll down the beach.

You were holding hands and walking silently, just enjoying each other’s presence. When you finally arrived at the beach, your whole posture changed, and from that fierce sophisticated lady suddenly you become a giddy little girl. You left Thor’s hand, put your shoes off, and started run-in around the beach, laughing like a maniac, loving the feeling of the sand between your toes. You were even bold enough to try the water, and even though it was a little cold for your taste, you loved how the waves seemed to have wash all your stress away.

Thor was watching you from afar, now sitting on the sand, not really loving how it good to his shoes, but he couldn’t care less about his own comfort, as long you were happy. You smiled at him brightly, the waves washing your feet, and he just shook his head in disbelief that this was his life. That no matter what, you two would stick together.

As more waves came crashing down on your ankles, you realised that you must have been standing for quite some time, your feet now cold as ice. You smiled at the sea, loving its peacefulness, and turned around to run towards your love.

He stood up, and you didn’t slow down until you were comfortably snuggled in his firm chest. Thor brought you even closer, adoring the way your body seemed to fit right into his. He could feel your hands travelling down his chest to his abdomen, and he was about to ask you what you were planning, but then he could feel your cold arms snuggling under his warm sweater and onto his heated belly. You rested them there as if it was the most natural thing to do. And for you, it was. Thor was your safety, your home, and even though you were slightly enhanced, things like cold- na-ah! You weren’t dealing well with that.

And Thor was a God, so he could handle few cold hands and cold feet on his body. Thor didn’t comment on it but bowed down a little, his hands travelling over your bottom, which he squeezed just because, and then to your legs. And of course, he found them as cold as the freaking Frost Giants!

He slapped your ass, and you squeaked a little. “I told you to wear something warmer, Y/N! Here, wait a second.” He said and gently pushed you away, which made you pout because he was the primary source of your heat now, but he was only gone a second, and only to pull the warmed up sweater off, and put it on you. You smiled thankfully. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?”

“Hell yeah, I am! But only for my best girl. C’mon, it’s too cold for you here, and I have million other ideas how we can warm each other up, once we’re somewhere alone.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but grab his neck and pull you down for a heated kiss. He followed your movement, and held you by the neck as well, pulling you closer to him, taking your breath away in the process.

You took a step back, still panting. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.”

You pretty much raced to your hotel, full of desire for each other’s touch, taste, feel. You couldn’t get enough of Thor. You were basking in the smell of him and couldn’t wait till it wasn’t just his smell.

Warning: smut starting

You ran up the stairs, Thor hot on your heels, slapping your ass here and there, earning heartfelt laughs from you. As soon as you were in the room, however, your laughing died out, and you were looking at Thor seriously. You loved when you two had fun during sex, a giggle here and there, but you wanted this to be different. And you had a feeling this would be different indeed.

Thor took two steps to stand in front of you, caressed your cheek and bowed a little to capture your lips in his. The passion was still very much present, but now it was much more about mutual love and adoration. You let him undress you slowly while still kissing you until you were standing completely naked in front of him. He touched your curves, enjoying how you melted after every little squeeze and nip. He couldn’t help himself, so he gave your now swollen lips a little peck and let his eyes drift towards your curves.

Your skin was flush with desire, waiting and calling for him to touch you, to taste you. And he happily obliged. He nipped at your jaw, bit your ear a little because he knew just sensitive you were there. He continued his sweet assault on your neck, while his right hand was playing with your right nipple, and his left hand was tracing your belly to get to the most prized possession. He touched your clit lightly, and you immediately made push your legs further apart to give him all the space he needed.

He dipped one of his fingers in your heat, only to find you completely soaked and ready to take him. He pumped his finger lazily in and out while swallowing all your silent moans and whimpers from the pleasure he was giving you.

And because you also wanted to give and not only get, you reached into his bowers, and pulled his very hard cock out. He hissed into your mouth, and you smirked. You loved the effect you had on him. It was the most empowering thing you’ve ever experienced. You stroked him with the pace in which he was thrusting now two of his fingers into you. In no time you were both panting whimpering messes, ready for your releases.

Thor gently placed you on the bed, keeping your legs apart easily, making space for his own pelvis. He kissed you again, each kiss telling you just how much this God of a man loved you. You were drunk in love, and you never wanted to stop.

His cock gently nudged your entrance, and he looked at you for approval. Instead of talking and destroying this beautiful silent move that was happening at the moment, you kissed his neck, right on the jugular, because you knew how much he loved it there.

He didn’t wait for anything else and slowly sank into you. Once he was sheeted in your warmth, he stilled and let your body get used to the intrusion that his cock certainly was. Once he felt you grinding against him, and mewling like a cat in heat, he slowly pulled out only to thrust back in. He sat up a tortuously slow but hard pace, hitting all the right spots in you, so you were sure you wouldn’t last long.

You lifted your pelvis a little, to get a new angle, and started moving towards him, setting a pace for the two of you to reach your orgasms in no time. It took only a few more minutes before Thor could feel your heels digging into his ass, your nails scratching his back, your mouth biting his neck while also whimpering and crying silently in pleasure. He pulled away just enough to see your face, and that did it for him.

You were so damn gorgeous like this: sweat forming on your forehead, your eyes all glassy, your face contorted in ecstasy. He came with your name on his lips like it was a prayer. He wanted to pull out and let you clean up, but your arms where tightly winded around his body.

“Not yet, I like the feeling.” You whispered, and he had a lot to do not to get hard again. He lovingly kissed you all over your face, and when he looked out the window, he realised that it started pouring outside.

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Prince Charming ~ Richie Tozier [IT]

Requested by @caswinchester2000: combined one prompt from each request for this (sorry if it’s disappointing, but I hope you still enjoy!)

22: “Can I trust you?” “Probably not, but you will anyway.” “Good to know.”

24: “Shut up and kiss me already.”

Warnings: henry being a bully >:(, blood, mentions of parents fighting/abuse

Word Count: 1149 (3.3 pages)

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The warm summer breeze hit your face as you ran down the shallow river, holding the hand of your new friend Ben and tugging him along with you. The water under your feet splashed violently with each step you took, soaking the bottom of your ripped mom jeans, not that you noticed. The sound of your heavy breathing deafened you as you sprinted down the rocky waters. 

Suddenly a weight pulls you down, and you hit your head hard on a jagged boulder in the river. You groan and rub the side of your forehead where you got hit, pulling your hand back to see dark red painted across it.

Before you could think any more of it you hear a hiss, looking back at Ben and seeing him with his hand over his belly. You crawled over and took his hand away, gently lifting his shirt to see the wound that god awful Henry Bowers put on him before you pulled him out. It looked as if he had been carving his name into Ben's skin.

You made mental note to beat the shit out of him next time you say him.

"Holy shit! What happened to you guys?" You hear a voice and quickly move your head to look in the direction of it. There you see four boys standing in the entrance of the barrens, all looking at you in shock. You recognized them from your school, they were in your homeroom for a few years.

Richie Tozier was the one who spoke. He was known as the trashmouth of the school, with thick glasses and thicker black hair. His friends, Bill Denborough, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Stanley Uris stood with him, quizzically looking on. 

"Well, are you just gonna stand there and watch us like some freak show?" You said harshly, as you tried standing up but fell right back into the water, feeling faint still. Eddie and Stan rushed over to the two of you, trying to help you up. You tried swatting away their hands as they helped you up but once they let go you grabbed Stan's shoulder, as he led you over to his other friends.

"W-w-we should g-get them to a doctor," Bill suggested, offering you a smile as you and Stan walked over. You tried to return it, but couldn't really do anything properly as it seems at the moment, so it turned out more like a grimace. 

"Looking like that? No way in fuck, they're going to start asking weird questions and shit," said Richie, rather loudly. He turned to look back over at you. "Lucky for you pretty lady, we've got the best doctor in Maine right here, isn't that right doctor K?" He nudged Eddie beside him who just pushed him away.

The group of boys helped me and Ben through some plants that you could've sworn looked like poison ivy to where their bikes were placed. Ben went with Bill as Richie went over to me, Stan helping him over to the trashmouth's bike. 

"Can I trust you?" you asked quietly, partially not wanting to know the answer. He took your hand and helped you onto the back of his bike, sitting down in front of me before replying.

"Probably not, but you will anyway," he said as he pushed off and began to pedal behind his friends through the woods towards the town pharmacy. You tightly gripped his waist and buried my head into his back as you sarcastically replied.

"Good to know." you could hear him laugh at the witty response. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Just know I wouldn't let anything happen to a girl with such a pretty face. Fuck knows that's rare to find in this damn town." He said it seriously but you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips.

"Oh, my prince charming!" you squeal sarcastically, a smile still on your lips. When he looked back over at you, he let his own smile spread across his face.

~~~

It had been a couple of weeks since you had that first encounter with the Losers club, and since then the group had gained two new friends named Beverly and Mike. You were the group of town rejects, but who the hell cared when you all had each other.

Or that's what you thought before. Until you all split up after fighting at the Neibolt house. 

You sat in your room, cheap headphones over your ears as you try to block out the loud yells of your parents. You knew it was only a matter of time before your father started throwing plates again. It was times like this that you missed your friends, giving you an excuse to get away from your house, from the constant mess and screams.

You were blasting your music so loud, so lost in your distant thoughts, that you didn't hear the rocks hitting your window. Next thing you know, the infamous town trashmouth is crawling through your window. You almost shriek when you see him, thinking he was trying to rob you.

"Well don't give me that, you weren't answering so what was I supposed to do?" He said as if it was obvious. You roll your eyes as you respond.

"Maybe try knocking at the front door like any normal human?" you suggested, raising your eyebrows as you take off your headphones and throw them on your bedside table. Richie looked down, a rapid change in demeanour.

"I didn't think it was an option... considering I could hear them from down the street. Thought I shouldn't get in the middle of that," he explained. At the answer, you visibly shrink, embarrassed of your parents being so loud. He reaches over to lay a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, I get what it's like."

You look up at him in shock as he just smiles welcomingly, leading you to the window as he helps you from the ledge to the branch of a nearby tree. "My prince charming," you joke once you get to the bottom, Richie jumping down right beside you."

"You know I'll always come to save you, princess," he says. You grab his hand as you guys sneak away from your house and down the street. Once you've walked out of eyesight from your street he turns towards you and gives you a playful smirk. "So, where's my reward, princess?"

You roll your eyes as you grab the collar of his tacky hawaiian shirt and pulled him closer. "Just shut up and kiss me already," you said smugly, taking him by surprise. Nevertheless, he hastily presses his lips against yours. 

If someone told you a few months ago that you would be kissing Richie Tozier this summer, you would've laughed in their face. But as it was happening, you couldn't imagine anything better than these precious moments.

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A/N: sorry this literally took half a year!! Ik I’m the worst I was just feeling so uninspired and unmotivated lately but writing this has sparked something in me so thank you! Also sorry it wasn’t exactly what you requested but I felt this would be better than if I wrote two I had no idea what to do with? But thank you for waiting and requesting and I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!