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[prnanayarquah]

Patricia ‘Miss Pat’ Chin Receives Lifetime Achievement Award From Reggae Genealogy

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Patricia ‘Miss Pat’ Chin Receives Lifetime Achievement Award From Reggae Genealogy

VP Records Matriarch, Patricia ‘Miss Pat’ Chin, received a Lifetime Achievement Award from Florida based, Reggae Genealogy.  Patricia ‘Miss Pat’ Chin shared the honor with fellow recipients Marcia Griffiths and Rita Marley.  The women were recognized for their indelible contributions to the impact of the island’s music on the world.

The inaugural Reggae Genealogy music festival and concert celebrated reggae music’s rich history and cultural impact.  Attended by more than 1,400 attendees at Broward Mall this past weekend, notable figures, community leaders and music enthusiasts sparked important conversations about the relevance of Jamaican music to the world’s musical landscape.

The celebration continues beyond the main event, as VP Records’ “Reggae Music Journey” showcases a captivating array of images and stylized graphics. Photographer Ajamu Myrie and graphic artist Maria Papaefstathiou have significantly contributed to this collection, currently on display in the museum’s cultural exhibit. Additionally, David I. Muir’s “Reggae Reel” fine art show spotlights some of the genre’s most legendary figures, enriching the museum’s Reggae Month offerings with iconic names from reggae and dancehall music.

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Photo Credit: RJ Reed

[brody75]

On the Run (1988)

[bunches-of-lilacs]

just had the realization that...most people probably do not actively...want to have...the physical features of a dog

[piscessunnie]

Dark & Red: Carla Bruni, Ines Sastre, Patricia Hartmann & Leticia Herrera photographed by Walter Chin for Vogue Italia, Oct 1992

[mirandapriestlyswife]

Mirandy headcanons

Andrea has drunkenly sung “She’s Always a Woman” to Miranda more than once

Neither of them know how to cook anything more complicated than a box of pasta but Mirandas an amazing baker

Miranda usually falls asleep with her glasses on and Andy always takes them off for her

They both would totally go on dates to broadway shows together all the time

They definitely let Patricia sleep in the bed with them

Miranda bakes Andys birthday cake every year and in return Andy makes sure to order the exact cake Miranda wants from her favorite baker (last time she tried to bake she set off the fire alarms)

Miranda cuts Andys bangs for her because without her Andrea forgets to cut them

Andrea rests her chin on Mirandas head any chance she gets

Andrea sits with Miranda at her desk when Miranda works late on the book

They would definitely own a cat together

[your-nanas-house]

Christmas together

◇ Pairing: Patricia 'Kitten' Braden X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, angst, prostitution, Christmas dinner, acting/roleplay, friends to lovers, kisses, description of female clothes

◇ Summary: Kitten finds herself stuck spending the Christmas with a "stranger".

◇ Note: Another fantastic collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989 and another fic of the new "event" 'From love to Love'.

This night was particularly cold, even for these areas. Walking nearly blindly in the dark streets, Kitten had to wrap herself tightly in her jacket that.. wasn't particularly adapted to such weather.. both jacket and Kitten. 

Hugging herself, she walked bravely, hoping that no disgusting man would stop her on her path, as the night was long as it is. 

The wind was so strong that her curly brown hair was blowing in every direction, and there was no use in trying to fix them. Every few seconds they would keep flying into her eyes anyway. 

Lost in her thoughts, Kitten looked only at the sidewalk, trying not to trip on the uneven curb as she heard loud whistling, making her turn around. 

”Hey, love! I'm afraid you need to fucking move, that's my zone!” a tall, blonde woman yelled from the other side of the street. Her too high red heels looked almost silly as she stood there, wearing fur and clumsily fixed makeup that… clearly went through something that night already. Rolling her eyes, Kitten huffed with annoyance under her breath as she turned to face her again.

”With your cheap looks, you should move one street further and stand right next to the Dollar Tree!” She replied in her unbothered tone, keeping her chin up despite the tiredness that she felt. The only response she got was a high pitched gasp which she clearly ignored, turning back on her tracks heading home. 

Not even a couple of minutes later a rich, clearly expensive car slowed down a couple of metres away from the woman, putting the car into reverse to go back and stop exactly next to her before lowering the car window.

Kitten didn't look right away, opting for the safer decision and keep walking— but then a female voice caught her attention. “Hi honey, uhm…” it sounded sweet and carrying but still a bit insecure as if she didn't know what to do exactly “Are you looking for… uh.. a ride by any chance?” The pretty woman asked, biting her bottom lip, awkwardly.

Kitten remained still on the sidewalk, her body frozen as her baby blue eyes stared intently at the stranger in confusion. Her mind was running wild as her body acted on its own, her slender hand opening the car door to see if it was a joke or if it was a serious offer, before climbing in. The warmth of the expensive car hugging her cold body in a lovely way, the comfortable seat nearly rocking her in a peaceful state of mind… not really thinking about the consequences of getting in a car with a stranger, again, Kitten eased into comfort of the warm vehicle with a sigh. 

Neither of them spoke up, incomprehensible awkwardness lingering in the air, as the engine purred smoothly under the hood of the car. 

Kitten’s eyes were a little heavy after a whole day of running around and spending a few hours outside in the cold weather, so accidental zoning out wasn't surprising. 

As soon as she woke up from the trance, she realised that the stranger was entering the property, wheels of the car scratching against the decorative rocks scattered on the driveway. 

Patricia's brows furrowed in confusion before she spoke up. 

”Um… why are we here?” She asked in a confused whisper, making Y/n glanced at the woman, not sure what to say at such a question. 

”I thought that well… it would be comfortable to maybe.. drink something before getting on with.. uh.. the ride, y’know?” she proposed timidly, not sure how to word it. 

That was the very first time for Y/n to… use the services of a prostitute, so she didn't know if the awkwardness was a normal thing or not. 

Tea before the ride, Kitten thought, oblivious to the time that the other woman used. A gentle smile appeared on her face as she nodded, getting out of the car. A warm drink sounded pretty good to her.

Y/n locked the car with her automatic key before heading to the house, gesturing to Kitten to follow her. 

As soon as the door shut behind Kitten’s back, she felt a little weird standing in a stranger's house.. almost in the middle of the night. Only now did she realise how actually dangerous the situation could be if the pretty woman she met turns out to be some sort of a… psychopath. She looked so innocent and caring though.

The beautiful woman offered to take her coat, hanging it at the front door before giving her slippers so that Kitten wouldn’t have walked barefoot on the cold floor of the house. As they both headed to a part of the penthouse, the lady leading and Kitten following, she spoke up first, glancing back to meet her baby blue eyes “Y/n!.. I-I’m Y/n” she giggled awkwardly, embarrassed to have scared her for a moment when she nearly screamed her name in her face 

“Kitten” Patricia replied with a tiny smile, noticing how awkward the situation was for her as well. Sighing, Y/n she tucked her hair behind her ear. 

“I’m sorry… it’s my first time, dear. I really have no idea how to approach this situation… herbal tea or just tea?” she explained, looking back at her when the question left her mouth. 

”Uhm.. Just tea.” Kitten replied, following Y/n to the kitchen before chuckling as she hugged herself lightly, to gain some more confidence. ”I.. I understand, for me it's unusual too.. to get a lift and.. meet someone that late at night, and now.. standing in your house to drink tea.” She chuckled, in her gentle voice, choosing her words carefully so as to not offend the woman of the house. 

Y/n smiled lightly, a soft look crossing her beautiful eyes,

“I’m sorry” she simply said as she prepared the tea “We can make things go a bit faster, if you want. I really don’t want to make you feel so uncomfortable” the shorter girl replied, biting her bottom lip nervously as she now poured the warm drink in a sophisticated cup “Sugar, darling?” she asked, offering her the cup while pushing the sugar closer. The… weird wording caught Patricia's attention quickly, especially combined with the awkwardness that Y/n felt. The weird feeling filled her head as she thought that something wasn't quite right. Watching Y/n she raised her brows, wheels in her head turning. 

After a moment she took the cup carefully, glancing at her to see if she was drinking it as well, before finally bringing up to her lipstick painted lips and taking a testing sip… a tender hum escaping her mouth when the warmth of the tea filled her body, making her wiggle softly and happily.

Y/n smiled at that, placing her empty cup back down on the marble table, before heading into another room 

“If you’re hungry you can take whatever you want from the fridge!” she informed Kitten, leaving her alone for a couple of minutes before appearing in the doorway again.

Her y/e/c eyes watched her silhouette around amazed, the cup still in her hand and no more cookies in the tiny dish she had left. She sure was hungry, the gorgeous lady thought, attempting to gather her courage and finally do something to cut the awkwardness. 

“Would you like something else to drink or eat or… should we just skip it and go on our.. Ride?” she asked with a sensual voice, the awkwardness and cringe she was feeling was still present, but she tried to hide it by dropping her silky robe onto the floor… revealing that way the red set of lingerie.

The silence took over the room as soon as the piece of clothing fell, Kitten’s eyes were wide as she stared, completely and utterly shocked. Looking like a lost puppy at the beautiful body of the stranger without saying a word, she just gasped, not understanding the turn of events that just took place.

”Uhm… What?” Kitten asked, blinking a couple times, keeping her gaze at Y/n’s eyes. The young woman’s body language started to shift, becoming more insecure just like her voice 

“Y-You… First the payment and then the “fun” or how does it work?” she whispered hesitantly with a worried expression, her eyes staring at Kitten, watching how her expression changed slowly as if she had just realised something

“Payment?” She gasped, her voice an octave higher than usual as her eyes widened and jaw fell slack, her lips parted. ”I’m.. I'm not a prostitute!” Patricia quickly explained, clearly offended. Her face softening when Y/n’s eyes started to fill up with tears of embarrassment, as she quickly put the robe back on with an ashamed look 

“I-I’m really sorry, I thought… fuck, I’m so stupid. You were so pretty and in that zone of the city. I shouldn’t have listened to Amanda” she kept rambling, feeling sorry and ashamed of her actions. 

“Hey, hey.. Don’t cry, sweetheart. You aren’t the first one that thought that” Patricia quickly explained, getting carefully up to move closer to her. ”It’s alright.” She spoke gently, wanting to calm Y/n down as she looked in her eyes. ”It was a misunderstanding, okay? I'll just… just leave now, and we'll act like it never happened.” She whispered with a weak smile, trying her best to comfort the pretty woman she met. Y/n sniffled, wiping her face with her hands as she shook her head.

”No.. no.. I'm sorry, just… don't go, please?” She asked, eyes still watery. ”We.. we don't have to do anything, I'm just… I'm really lonely so maybe I could pay you to just.. just spend Christmas here, with me?” Her voice was hopeful, Kitten could sense the hint of embarrassment in it, but Y/n didn't back off from her question. 

Patricia thought for a moment, thinking of how.. unusual that whole situation was with a chuckle. 

It's not like she had actual plans, right? With nobody at home, no friend around, she would spend Christmas fully on her own. Probably laying in bed and eating take out food. 

Shaking her head, she lifted Y/n’s chin with one finger, making her look Kitten in the eyes.

”You won't pay me, and I will stay, okay, darling?” Patricia offered, looking in Y/n’s eyes in a comforting way “You sure?” she asked softly, her voice cracking as a pout appeared on her face “I’m sure, darling” Kitten nodded, earning a bigger pout from her “Thank you… But let me spoil you then, yes? We can order something to eat, or I.. can cook for you! I also have pyjamas and more comfortable clothes, you can choose whatever you like, yes? Pretty please” she quickly asked, holding Kitten’s bigger hands in her smaller ones, squeezing tenderly while waiting patiently for a reply. Interrupting her quickly as soon as she tried to reject the offer “I said pleasee, Kitten, I would feel even more guilty then” the beautiful woman explained, dragging her quickly to another room, revealing her a big walk-in wardrobe “Anything” she reminded her before heading quickly to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

Anything, Patricia kept repeating in her head as her wide eyes looked around the huge room, it was impressive, and expensive looking. Beautiful decor and exclusivity of it was something that she never got to witness before. Such a variety of clothes.. all organised. There were furry ones, silky, lacy, cotton… heels, low shoes.. Bags, accessories for hair and jewellery. It looked like heaven, a pink cosy heaven just for her.

Her hand wandered, brushing against all the different fabrics before she finally decided what to wear— which was matching baby pink underwear, a silky gown with a lacy upper part which showed off the natural curves of her chest which was covered by a lacy top. A robe finished her outfit, covering a bit the short fabric of the gown, allowing it to be seen a bit due to the see-through pink fabric; a line of fluffy fur kept stroking her freckled skin very gently, leaving a nice sensation all over. 

Kitten looked at herself in the mirror, purring satisfied as she saw the pretty sight. She felt.. beautiful.

With a grin on her face she headed towards the kitchen where Y/n stood by the counter, cooking meals for them both. 

”Maybe.. we should get some decorations?” She suggested gently, making the other woman jump, startled as she was unaware of Kitten’s presence. 

”Uhm.. sure. I'm sorry, I thought I'd spend it all alone so… I didn't bother to get any.” She explained, stirring food in the pot before her gaze fell on her guest. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as she saw the breathtaking woman in the pink clothes. She looked… amazing, and the bright colours highlighted her.. devilishly blue eyes, making the whole look even more stunning. 

”You look… wonderful.” She breathed out with a smile, causing Kitten’s cheeks to turn red as she giggled, biting softly into her purple nail polished nails before replying 

“Thank you! You have so many clothes.. Hope I choose the right things” she quickly added, feeling a bit nervous now. 

“There wasn’t a right one, honey, you could have chosen whatever you wanted.” Y/n chuckled softly in reply, a hand on her hip as her eyes still studied in approval “I mean it, you look stunning… you can keep them” she informed Patricia before turning her focus back to the food.

With a soft blush on her cheeks Kitten thanked her, starting to help her set all the decorations that were in a box next to the bare tree, while Y/n prepared the table of the living room and searched for a Christmas movie before adding more pillows on the sofa.

As both finished to prepare the things for their lovely evening together, the dinner began. 

Both of them remained seated together on the large sofa, their arms brushing together in a comfortable way as they ate, surrounded by Christmas lights… the romantic movie on Y/n’s big, flat screen only kept adding to the nice atmosphere, as they both chatted and exchanged their dreams, overdramatically sighing and giggling.

The volume wasn’t that high so they could easily chat together, making small talk while looking at each other every now and then.. their bodies moving closer as the time passed.

“It’s been a very lovely evening” Kitten started as midnight struck, her eyes looking back at Y/n who nodded lightly, standing a couple inches away, and glancing down at her lipstick painted lips. They looked so pretty and.. delicious, Y/n couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like, and if Kitten was a good kisser.

“Yeah.. It was” she replied quietly, her hand moving slowly to Kitten’s cheek to stroke the delicate freckled skin with her thumb.

Patricia was surprised with Y/n’s bold move, and her eyes shifted, meeting Y/n’s y/e/c ones, daring to move from there down to her lips. 

Almost like in a trance, the shorter woman grazed her thumb over Kitten's full bottom lip, the urge to taste them even stronger now. 

The other woman seemed as frozen as Y/n, looking deep into her eyes. Seeing the.. need, the hunger and warm feeling, sweet feeling spilled in her stomach, making Kitten smile. As they look at each other, their gazes were almost identical, reflecting the.. rare and beautiful feelings. Y/n seemed to have more patience, as Kitten’s have quickly ran thin, causing her to lean down and connect their lips in a soft kiss. The other woman seemed delighted, the lack of responsibility to make the first move made her relax.

Y/n’s eyes shut, hands moving on the other woman's cheeks as she kissed her back, the warmth of their bodies seemed to be.. perfect. It wasn't rushed or brutal, but it didn't lack passion and lust either. Suddenly the light from the TV turned off, making the atmosphere quite more romantic, but startling them both as they jumped, parting. 

Y/n breathed deeply, looking at the now black screen with a giggle before looking back at Kitten, who seemed to be watching her with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you, Miss Kitten” The beautiful woman whispered before brushing her lips against Patricia’s, leading her to finally crack in a laugh that contaged hers as well. 

Her hands moved again to her face, holding her still to place a loving kiss against her lips 

“Was this scenario a romantic but crazy one enough for you, Love? Are we allowed now to finally start our relationship.. You Pretty woman?” Y/n hummed, dropping completely the whole act she’s been keeping up, just so that Kitten could be satisfied with the possible plot of their relationship. 

If there was something she loved most about her former childhood friend was how unique she was. Her dreamy personality and giggling over romantic scenarios and books was one of the things that Y/n loved in her the most.

Long moment of silence followed the last line of the little scenario that Kitten wanted to play off… or rather her attempt to create a bit of suspense, she broke it with her soft voice.

“Hmmm… I guess so” Patricia replied, pretending to think about it in a dramatic way, her head tilted to the side as her slender finger tapped her chin.. a grin appearing on her face as soon as she finally met Y/n’s gaze, who was leaning in for another kiss.

“I guess I’m your girlfriend now, bug” she confirmed with a giggle through the attack of pecks she was under after digging her fingers in her hips and causing her to squeak.

Taglist:

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[sailing-through-hawkins]

✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧

"What if - ooh, what about Patricia?"

Robin rolls her eyes, picking at the grass by her ankles. She's tempted to throw some at Steve but she doesn't really wanna see the blades phase through him right now, even if he'll play up his outrage to distract her.

He's been doing that a lot lately. Trying to distract her from the fact that he's - that -

"Okay, okay, hear me out - Chrissy Cunningham."

"The cheerleader?" Robin wrinkles her nose. "Steve."

"It could happen!" Steve says defensively,  sticking his tongue out when Robin gives him her most 'seriously?' face she can muster. "Don't judge a book by its cover, or whatever."

"You're literally meant to do that, that's what the cover's for!"

"Well then, why do people even say that?!"

"I don't know!"

"Is it always like this with you two?" The grouchiest voice cuts through them and Steve spins around in place, floating up even higher so he can stare down at Eddie.

Robin just snorts. "Pretty much."

"Don't be too jealous, Munson," Steve coos, turning himself upside down with a wide grin. "You'll find your soulmate at some point, probably."

"Oh wow, probably," Eddie grouses, and Robin has to bite back a laugh when Steve, still upside down, floats behind him with a silly face stretching out...the scar on his chin. "I am ever so gracious for your faith, oh Generous King."

"This guy's a riot," Steve laughs, poking a finger through Eddie's shoulder and making him jump in place. "Bobbie, can we keep him?"

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I'll end up being the one taking care of him if we do."

"I'm right fucking here," Eddie glares at the both of them, which is just prime material to get them snickering. "Whatever, did it work or not?"

And with that, the laughs cut off.

Robin remembers.

Steve's dead.

"Hey," The ghost of Steve floats over to her, sitting down beside her on the grass. "It's okay -"

"It didn't -" Robin chokes out, avoiding Eddie's eye, staring down at the dirt that she's plucked bare of green. "It didn't. They couldn't see."

The air is silent.

"Probably for the best," comes a sigh and Robin feels rage boil through her blood.

"What the hell?" She glares up at Eddie, who holds his hand up in surrender.

"Look, I know you're both desperate to get your little 'Party' up to speed but like...I mean, just look at him." Eddie waves to all of Steve's ghost, who looks more and more affronted with every word Eddie says. "Do you really think it's a good idea for actual children who watched him die to see him again in the exact same get-up? With the same wounds?"

Robin pauses but Steve just glares harder. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to go shopping at Ghosts-R-Us and pick a whole new outfit! What, you think I want to be stuck in this uniform? In the shorts?"

Eddie's face goes red and Robin distantly thinks 'serves you right' as the echo of "watched him die" cycles through her brain. "Well I - I don't know, you're a fucking ghost, you should have ghostly powers or something!"

"Have you ever met a ghost before?!"

"Have you?"

"Stop," Robin chokes out and she immediately gets the chills as Steve waves a hand through her shoulder. "Just stop."

She can't feel him, because he's gone. He's gone. He's gone -

"I'm right here, Rob," Steve's voice murmurs to her and she sobs. "I'm always with you, promise."

"I'm so sorry," she cries, burying her face in her hands and curling up, grief pulling down at her heart. "I'm so sorry, Steve -"

"Shh, it's okay, birdie," he says and she almost feels the warmth he should have. "It's not your fault, it's okay."

"I thought - I just - if we tell everyone, maybe they'll know what - how to - I'm sorry -"

"Wasn't your fault, Bucks," Eddie says gruffly, sitting down next to her roughly. "Just what happens sometimes. That kinda shit...'s out of our control."

She sniffles, burying her hand deeper into her own skin, hoping it'll suffocate the tears out of her, or maybe make her pass out so she doesn't have to think about all of it for a bit, or scratch away the endless void of pain inside her chest -

"Birdie, hey, look at me."

She doesn't.

"Robin."

She can't.

"Please?"

With another choked out sob, she looks up to see Steve Harrington, smiling at her like he never left. Like she didn't leave him.

"No matter what happened, or what happens," he says softly, nearly see-through fingers trying to brush her hair out of her face. Maybe she should get bangs. "I'm always with you, Robs. Not even until death do us part. Platonic soulmates for the rest of time."

She wails and shoves her face into his shoulder, not even caring if she passes through him. A hand pats her back, probably Eddie's, and she sobs louder because why did he get to see Steve? Why did she force him to know? Why couldn't they just be happy?

"Woah, how the hell -"

Robin blinks.

She's sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He's patting her back.

She quickly moves back and stares, Steve's own surprised face staring back, no bruises or scars or Scoops uniform in sight.

"What -"

And in a snap, his face turns back to battered and the warm red sweater he was wearing just a second ago turns back into the bright blue sailor shirt. His hair loses its fluff and goes back to that sad, wiry, bloodied mop.

He changed.

"So you do have ghost powers!" Eddie says triumphantly, as Steve sputters.

"I guess?!" He looks down at his hands, reaching out to touch Robin's fingers, but all she feels is the cold. "How did - why did it stop?"

With one last sniffle, she cups the air around his fingers and looks up at the both of them, her Steve and their spontaneously adopted Eddie (in retrospect, maybe they are weirdo magnets? Better think about that later). She says, with as much determination as she can muster, "This isn't over. We're getting you back."

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (6)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6

You giggle into the kiss as her hands tickle at your sides. The way her plush lips fit yours so well seemed like more than chance. You dismount from her lap, giving her space to cool down, but don’t yet separate the entanglement of limbs.

Kitten looks at you and sighs, “You’re a beautiful young lady, (Y/N).”

Despite the previous events, you blush and look away, “Not as beautiful as you.”

She touches your cheek gently, making you look back into her beautiful blue gaze. “Don’t be like that… let me compliment you.”

You feel a warmth in your heart as she praises you, continually whispering just as sweet compliments. Her fingers make their way to your chin, and you open your mouth slightly. Her thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and you dart your tongue out to taste.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

Your lips wrap around the tip of her thumb, and she pushes in. A slight moan erupts from your throat, and she smiles gently. Kitten watches as you suck her thumb with a passion reminiscent of you going down on her. She continues to cradle your jaw with the rest of her hand, and finds herself getting lost in the feeling.

Not before long, she releases it with a pop, and quickly replaces it with her tongue. You suck on it with the same intensity as before, if not more. She makes her way on top of you to deepen the kiss, and scratches down your sides, causing you to whine loudly.

“Good girl.”

You relish in the praise, “Am I getting my surprise soon, love?”

She smiles rather mischievously, “Patience is a virtue, (Y/N).”

Kitten begins to kiss your face gently, covering every inch in the tint of her remaining lipstick. It tickles, and your smile widens even more. You feel her grind down on your lap, and you both share a moan. Her thighs feel amazing on yours, so plush and soft. She continues her kissing down to your neck, nipping every now and then.

Her fingers stroke your hair, and you practically mewl at the sweet attention she gives you. Not before long, you feel a familiar hardness grow on top of you.

Almost on cue, she moves up to whisper in your ear, “Would you like me to fuck you, pretty (Y/N)?”

Your eyes flutter closed, “God, please, Kitten. I’ve been hoping for that all night.”

“Lord, you’re brash,” she smirks as she starts to make her way between your legs again, “Not that I mind, but I may have to clean that mouth of yours…”

You moan quietly at the implications, “Don’t even think about prepping me, I’m practically dripping, love.”

“You think I can’t tell? I’ll help you find new sheets tomorrow,” she spreads your knees apart slowly.

‘Tomorrow?’ you think, ‘She wants to stay with me, even tomorrow…’

You’re knocked from your thoughts when a finger slides up your slit.

“Ready for me, doll?” Kitten kneels in front of you, her pretty length just inches away from where you need it to be.

“Please, I need you.”

She begins to lube herself on your wetness, the teasing seemed unending. Moving forward, her tip enters you slowly. This could be the only thing she does, and you would be beyond content. Thankfully, she pushes in further, more than you expected, until her hips are flush with your thighs.

“Oh, fuck me…” your head lolls back, and you let out a long moan.

“You’re so warm and tight, (Y/N),” Kitten’s eyes are shut, allowing her to feel every sensation you provide her.

She stays still inside you for only a little longer, just so you can adjust to her size. Once you urge her with impatient movements, she pulls out and back in just as fast. Your eyes shoot open, a whimper being pulled from you. You find her watching your expression, and the pleasure only doubles.

“Good girl, taking me so well,” her thrusts start to build a rhythm, “Does it feel good?”

Nodding, you move one of her hands to your breast, needing more stimulation, “It feels so good, Kitten, you’re so good!”

She grabs it, and begins to tease at your nipple, “So desperate, I love it.”

You nod again, feeling lost in the increasing speed and deepness of her movements. If this was heaven, you wouldn’t be surprised. Feeling her skin stick to yours, her sweat dripping onto your stomach, her groans and whines like music to your ears…

She twists your nipple very suddenly, and your back arches into it. Kitten smiles, delighted by your reaction. Wanting more, she sneaks the same hand to your clit, and rubs little circles around it.

“Kitten…” your brain turns to mush as she plays with you.

“Yes, love? Feeling close?” Her words were confident, but her voice wavered as she stuttered in her thrusts. She was close, just like you.

You nod enthusiastically, feeling your hips grind back on her subconsciously, “I’m so close!”

She moves her hand from your clit to ghost around your neck, and applies a very gentle pressure. It was enough to have you mewling. Kitten’s eyes fill with a devious glimmer, and she presses harder.

“Pretty little girl… come for me,” she watches as you squirm and quickly move your hand to rub at your clit. If she wanted you to come, you were gonna give her a show. You feel lightheaded, but her thrusts keep bringing you back down to Earth. You rub and rub, and watch her mouth fall open as she watches you.

You feel her so deep inside you, and you have no choice but to let go. Her thrusts are relentless as you see stars, and it only strengthens the orgasm. Your eyes open, not realizing they were closed, as you hear Kitten whimpering.

“Come, baby, please come in me…” you practically beg her, and her head rolls back.

Her whimpers turn into full blown moans as she thrusts desperately into you. You feel her twitch, and the warm feeling of her release is evident. She releases your neck from her grip, and collapses on top of you. Her breath is ragged, and her body sticky, but you feel so enraptured.

As both of your breathing calms, you let out a noise of contentment, “That was the best sex I have ever had in all my years of living, Miss Kitten.”

She giggles, and turns her head away from your body to breathe, “I have to agree, dear (Y/N). I can’t remember the last time I was, well… on top.”

“It certainly did not show, love.”

Kitten moves up to look into your eyes, and you both smile sleepily. You move to kiss her, and she pulls you even closer by the hair.

“I should probably pull out, huh?” She smiles coyly, and does so. You groan as she moves, but she shushes you sweetly, “I’ll grab a towel, don’t worry.”

You watch her naked form skip to your bathroom and wet a cloth with water to clean you up. As she does so, your sensitive body twitches uncontrollably.

“Ah, be gentle!”

She grins unabashedly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have rubbed so hard, hm?”

You fall silent, having been stood corrected. Kitten hands you the cloth, as well as a glass of water she grabbed, and you gently wash her as well.

Both being clean, calmed down, and hydrated, the two of you climb into your bed.

“Is this okay?” You look at Kitten.

“Of course, your bed is quite lush.”

“That isn’t what I meant, dear.”

She turns to her side to face you properly, “Then what did you mean, silly?”

“All of this, what we did,” you pause, “I don’t think I want this to be a fling. I know it isn’t exactly romantic, but…”

“Hush, doll,” she puts a finger to your lips, “I don’t want it to be like that either. I’d like to get to know you a bit better and… maybe we can see what happens?”

Her eyes looked uncertain, something you had never seen before in all of her confident swagger.

“I’d love that, Kitten. Thank you so much, I just can’t believe…!”

She moves forward suddenly to kiss you on the lips, seeming to have a knack for cutting you off mid-sentence.

You separate, smiling, “Let’s rest, lover. I’ll make us breakfast in the morrow, yeah?”

She nods, “Good night, Miss (Y/N).”

You kiss her again, softly, “Good night, Miss Kitten."

[darlingsfandom]

More than friends .

TW: angst! p in v, swearing, oral! cum swallowing .

It was early , too early for you at least when the sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up. A small grumble left your lips as you dragged your body down the hall and towards the door.

“Hi!” The voice on the other side sounded cheerful. You squinted at the sun light before your eyes adjusted to it.

“Kitten? Let me guess you forgot your key again?” You spoke sleepily.

“I did.” She stepped inside the shared apartment and took off her coat. You watched her for a second before making your way back into bed and snuggled up in your blankets. Just as you got comfortable Kitten knocked on your bedroom door and let herself in. She had changed into some more comfortable looking clothes and made her way into your bed.

“What’s wrong with your own bed ?” Your words made her bottom lip pout.

“You’re not in it.” She moved closer to you and wrapped her arm around your waist while laying her chin on your shoulder. You sighed before pushing back against her to be as close as possible. You had nothing against kitten, you adored her but it frustrated you when she go off on a date because she’d always come crying to you when it didn’t go well. It’s not that you didn’t care, in fact you cared too much! Kitten was your best friend for the last seven years. You two moved into the apartment as soon as you could, you watched her get her heart broken one too many times and it frustrated you because you know she can do better than what she’d pick!

“You’re the best.” She mumbled into your ear.

“Kitten…” you took her arm off you so you could turn to face her. Your finger tips trailed along her cheekbone while looking into your eyes.

“Oh I don’t like when you say my name like that. Usually means I’m getting a lecture.”

“Well sometimes you need one! But no this isn’t a lecture.”

The both of you laid in your bed looking in each others eyes.

“Patricia … “

“Oh this is bad you never call me by my name!”

“Will you stop it ?” You sighed softly before sitting up on your elbows. She did the same and looked at you with concern. “Listen okay? This isn’t easy for me to say because I’m either going to look like a giant ass or maybe this won’t be so bad? But here it is… I’m tired of seeing you get hurt. You don’t deserve it . I’ve watched you grow into the beautiful person you are and it kills me that you’re just going out and taking what you can get. You can do so much better Kitten!”

She blinked rapidly before placing her hand on her chest. Kittens eyes grew wet, big and innocent as she listened to your words. She knew you were right.

“What you’re looking for , none of those partners gave it to you. They just took and took from you until you were a shadow of yourself. My sweet kitten…” you leaned in until you were nose to nose. Her breath hitched her throat as your hand cradled her cheek. “I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve wanted you, needed you! But we’re so opposite and best friends and I didn’t want to ruin what we have… fuck… I love you.” You pulled away slowly but before you could kitten grabbed your face and pulled you back.

“You love me?” She questioned as her lips twisted into a smile, the same smile you’ve missed you since she started dating.

“I… well yeah! How could I not? Do you know how many times I wanted to ask you out? I was scared because all the people we were seeing were big party people or older men or… basically not me!” Kitten pulled you close as possible before smashing her lips into yours making you whine. Her lips moved against yours slowly as her fingers moved up into your hair. You went to pull away to breathe but kitten refused to let you go.

“Kitten…” you whimpered as she finally let go so you could breathe.

“I was hoping you’d say something soon!”

“Wait! Did you know?” Your eyes went huge as you sat up straight. She followed in the same movement. Kitten pushed your hair out of your face.

“Well at first no, but over the last few months when you started to get more… hmm jealous ? About any date I had I was picking up on something! But what sold me was last week when I came home early and you were sleeping or so I thought when I came to check on you…” kitten looked at you biting her lip as her hand squeezed your thigh. “You were touching yourself to me.”

Your face turned bright red. She wasn’t wrong. You had touched yourself to her many times but you’d never tell her. She caught you though.

“No need to be shy about it.” Her fingers trailed over your inner thighs. “Hearing you whimper for my cock… so pretty!” Her lips attached to your ear lobe and nibbled while her fingers played with the string on your sleep shorts. Kitten moved her hand down inside of your shorts, her lips smirked against your ear when she felt that you had no panties on. “Fuck! Tell me… did you touch yourself last night.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when her fingers slowly rubbed over your folds. “I.. yes.”

“Did you think about me?” Her voice dripped with sultry while she moved her finger up just a little to find your clit and drew little circles on it while looking into your eyes.

“Fuck! Kitten, I did!” You whimpered.

“You sound so pretty when you whimper for me.”

Kitten pulled her finger away and licked it clean before she threw back the blanket, crawled closer to you, pulled down your shorts and bit her lip as she admired your pretty pussy. Her fingers stroked at your folds slowly before she leaned in giving your warm thick thighs soft kisses even leaving a few bite marks on them. Kitten smiled against your skin until she was face to face with your pussy. Her tongue slowly lapped at you. Her warm wet tongue was a new feeling to you and it felt so good. Your fingers tangled into her blonde curls while she licked at you delicately.

“Oh! Kitten, that feels so good!” You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue on you. She ate you out slowly enjoying every second of how she could taste you. Her hands spread your legs wider so she could dip her tongue deeper into you. The tip of her nose nudged against your clit as she swirled her tongue inside of your pussy making your knees buckled around her head.

“Yes kitten! Just like that!” Your chest was caving in harder with each passing breath. Kitten giggled against your pussy hearing how needy you were for her. She gave one more long slow lick before kissing your clit. When she pulled away her lips glistened with your juices which she licked off with her tongue, smirking at your taste. You whined at the loss of her tongue.

“Oh don’t worry honey, I’m giving you what you’ve wanted.” Kitten slapped your thighs and giggled at your whine. She stood up straight and pulled off your panties exposing her cock to you for the first time.

“Kitten!” You gasped at seeing her for the first time. You’ve always known but never cared. Kittens personality , her kindness , everything about her drew you into her. She crawled back on to the bed, grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. She smirked down to see how your nipples were piercing through your shirt.

“You’re so cute.” She mumbled against your lips as she kissed you softly. Her lips moved against yours making sure to lick at your lips so her tongue could mix with yours. Her tongue tasted of your pussy and while she frenched you, she took one of her hands down between your legs to make sure they were spread enough . She wrapped her hand around her cock and slowly slid into you making you gasp! Kitten slid her tongue further into your mouth as she pushed the head of her cock into your tight hole.

“Fuck! You’re so tight! It’s like you were saving yourself for me!” She groaned out until her cock was fully inside of you. “Such a nice little pussy.” Her words struck you at your core making you flutter around her cock.

“I… kitten, please fuck me.” Your voice sounded so desperate and your pleading eyes matched.

“What a needy little girl you are!” She sat up on her knees while giving you a smirk. “Barely even fucked you and you’re already so cockdrunk!” She angled your hips upwards and started thrusting into you. You reached forward to grab her arms but she wouldn’t let you. Kitten pinned your hands down to your sides as she leaned over top of you while thrusting her cock faster in you.

“Feels so good!” You cried out.

“Yeah! You look so pretty getting fucked.” Kitten squeezed your hips making sure to dig her nails into your flesh as she pounded your pussy. You were a whimpering mess below her making her feel so powerful . She loved how easily submissive you were for her . Kitten looked down at your flushed body with desire while keeping her thrusting at a fast pace. Her thumb reached between your bodies and circled your clit.

“Oh my god! You’re gonna make me cum!” Your voice was in a cry as your thighs started to shake.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?? Hmm going to drench my cock?? Do it sweetie!” Her thrusts got slower but harder. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm hit you hard

“OH FUCK!” You gripped at her hands as your pleasure rolled out. Kitten smirked down at you until she realized it wasn’t just an orgasm

“OH GOD! YOURE SQUIRTING!” She smiled to her self as she watched the creamy substance soak her cock and the sheets. “Good girl!” She praised you as she pulled out her cock and started pumping her cock at the sight of you all fucked out with surrounded by your delicious mess.

“Kitten … need to… taste you!” You whimpered. Kitten couldn’t deny you. How could she? She moved up and put the head of her cock against your puffy lips.

“That’s a good girl! Yeah, suck my cock.” She watched in amazement at how you sucked the head gently while giving her the most innocent eyes she had ever seen.

“Not going to last!” Her mouth hung open as her hand pushed your head further down her cock. “Good fucking girl!” Her thighs shook as her hand stayed pressed against your head. You looked up at her as her cum shot down your throat. She whined loudly before slowly pulling out her cock and smiled up at her when you showed her how empty your mouth was.

“You swallowed all of that?” She asked amused. You nodded your head. Kitten smiled at you before leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. Her hand stroked your back as you laid on the bed. Kitten pulled away and walked into your master bathroom.

“What are you doing?” You yelled out.

“Starting us a shower !” She leaned against the door frame.

“You want me to shower with you?” You stood up slowly on wobbly legs

“Well I’d hope my girlfriend would want a nice warm shower .” She walked back over to you and wrapped her arms around you tightly.

“Girlfriend ? Like as in a couple?” Kitten giggled at your question before poking your nose.

“Yes my girlfriend , my beautiful girlfriend .” She kissed you gently before helping you into the shower because she did a number on you.

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The One With Whiskey Eyes || 24 || Motherly or Lovingly, You're Mine

Words: 3000+

Warnings: None

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Iris hummed happily as she took a bite of the carefully prepared lasagna. Luke smiled from his place across the table, watching as she took her first bite before even starting on his. When he’d first pulled off the foil covered the dish, he hadn’t known what he was looking at—all he could see was red sauce. The word ‘meatloaf’ had been on the tip of his tongue before Iris peeked around his shoulder and chirped ‘oh! I haven’t had lasagna in forever!’, offering to help him set things while he put it in the oven.

Glad to have dodged the moment of embarrassment, he gladly handed the plates and utensils to Iris.

“So I’m assuming Patricia does most of the cooking?” She cut her section of lasagna carefully, trying to keep the layers from separating as she ate.

Luke hummed for a moment in consideration. “I wouldn’t say the most. A few of the others love to cook, like how Felicia is with her make-up and Barry is with his sketches. Don’t tell them, but I’d say-” he stopped just shy of speaking the name, knowing that he and Iris hadn’t met yet and didn’t know if he should say it.

The small woman seemed to understand the reason for his pause and smiled in assurance. “You can say names. I already know Jade and Hedwig, haven’t met them yet. They may be soulmates I’ve yet to meet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t bring them up. Just gives me something to know about them in advance.” She took another bite as Luke sighed in relief.

“Heinrich,” he finished. “I’d say Heinrich cooks the best. Honestly, he should be the one on grocery detail; the guy uses most of the food anyway.”

Iris smiled as she listened to him, loving how he spoke of the other alters affectionately. Like family. “What’s your favourite dish?” she inquired. “I mean overall, not just cooked by Heinrich.” Saying the name made her tongue feel thick, as it did whenever she said the name of someone she was yet to meet. Originally, she wasn’t sure if she should speak with one of her soulmates about another, but so long as they didn’t mind bringing them up she would be happy to continue the conversation.

Luke sat back as he chewed, looking off to the side wall as he pondered. “That’s a hard one.”

She knew it, too. Whenever someone asked her what he favourite thing was—book, movie, pastime—she always had trouble answering. “How about….what dish are you craving lately?”

The look that came to his face was almost dreamy, and Iris knew he was playing it up for her. “Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo.” Iris made a soft sound of agreement, remembering the last time she had made some for herself when she’d had a day off and a fresh batch of groceries. “Yours?”

“Can’t say a favourite, but I’ve been craving a pulled-pork sandwich,” she admitted, getting a surprised look from Luke. Clearly that wasn’t what he had been expecting. The look made her giggle, covering the bite of food she had just eaten. Once she finished chewing, she elaborated, “I had one at the little deli restaurant some years back called Sweet Meats. They ended up moving to a new location, bit too far for a cab ride, so I haven’t had it in a while. But their sandwiches were to die for. It’s not often I get takeout, but they were definitely one I went for quite often.”

Luke stopped eating as she spoke, leaning his chin on his fist as he smiled at her. “We’ll have to make a day of it sometime. Go up for sandwiches, find something to do while we’re there. That way it’s not a waste of a ride just for something to eat.”

Flushing with happiness, Iris nodded in agreement and busied herself with another bite.

“Even if she doesn’t cook as often as I thought, Patricia makes excellent lasagna.”

Luke flashed another brilliant smile. “I’ll be sure to tell her!”

The small conversations continued as they finished off their plates, Iris immediately declining a second. She had eaten more in one sitting than she normally would in an entire day. The sleep lull had returned to her eyes, however, and Luke immediately refused her offer to wash their dishes in favour of soaking them in the waiting sink.

The original plan was for Iris to head home that night. However, as she grew sleepier with food in her belly the thought of her walking home made him feel sick with worry. It was such a short distance he knew she would refuse to take a taxi, so the compromise came to allow her the chance to sleep over again. Iris had become accustomed to the routine after the several nights she had stayed following the incident at the store.

An open invitation from Felicia gave her a place to sleep, her meagre toiletries still in the bathroom for her use. Barry had an early start the next day for work, and Iris had a later shift that would have her closing the store the next day. It was already nearing midnight by the time Luke walked Iris to Felicia’s room, now wearing a set of her own pajamas that had been left behind.

Iris approached him first, wrapping him in a tight hug as she leaned her cheek in against his pectoral. “Thank you, Luke. It was a wonderful date.”

“We’ll have to do it again soon,” he responded, the smile he wore apparent in his voice.

Returning her tight embrace, cheek resting on the crown of her head, Luke didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to be selfish and keep her with him for as long as he could. But they both had work and he would get an earful from Barry if he did not get to sleep at a decent time. His next exhale came out like a sigh, Iris letting out an answering one before she started to draw back from him.

“I’ll message you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed with a smile, before she gently cradled his jaw in her small hands, lifting onto her tiptoes and pressing the ghost of a kiss against his cheek. Her lips lingered, spreading their warmth, and drew back too soon for Luke’s liking.

Her cheeks were flushed a warm pink as she retracted her hands. “Sleep well.”

Catching her chin between his fingers before she could flee, Luke returned her kiss with one of his own, high on her cheekbone and closer to the sensitive skin at her ear. “You too, Sweet.” He swore he could feel the heat from her blush warming her skin, making him grin with the knowledge that he had been the one to put it there.

She slipped into Felicia’s brightly coloured room, shyly casting him one more smile before the door was closed between them.

Neither were able to keep the smile off of their lips as they tucked themselves in for the night, wishing it had not had to end.

Iris had been so tired from the day, she did not dream or wake again until a weight suddenly landed on her legs, one of which had been curled up on top of the blankets to expose her sock-covered foot to the air. Jerking in surprise at the sudden contact, she tried to sit up, but a weight caught around her waist and pinned her in place. An instant of panic seized her heart before she looked down at the familiar shaved head of her soulmates’ body, but which soulmate was perched atop her was an answer she did not have.

Her erratic heartbeat steadily calmed as she leaned to prop herself up on her elbows.

She had only opened her mouth to speak, still unsure what words would come out, before her soulmate rolled abruptly, looking down at her feet. Rendered silent from the sudden and erratic movements, she watched as he moved until his feet were next to hers, revealing they were wearing nearly identical blue socks, hers of a slightly fuzzier quality.

“Look, look! We have matching socks!”

The familiar, and often confusing, words brought a smile to her face as she looked from her small feet to his larger ones. The lisp in his words hinted that she might be speaking with the one named Hedwig, but she didn’t want to make any assumptions and instead wiggled her foot to tap her toes against his.

“Look at that, we’re soulmates and we match,” she responded sweetly, sleep thickening her voice just slightly.

The smile he turned on her was one of pure childish happiness. It warmed her heart to see and, even as tired as she was, she could not help but to return it. Similar to how he must have arrived in the room, he pounced again; bouncing up beside her, Iris threw her hand out to stop herself from tipping off the bed. The antics of her newest soulmate set her off in a fit of giggles. Once she was sure she was not going to overbalance off of the bed, she rolled to face him. He was wearing a tracksuit—black with white and blue accents—and his blue socks.

“I’m Hedwig.” Inches separated them, the light from the hall allowing her the chance to see his face in the otherwise dark room. He looked at her so excitedly, like she had hung the moon. It made her feel so special just from that look alone.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Hedwig. I’m Iris.”

He made a soft scoffing sound, more of a laugh really, and ducked his head briefly before he looked to her eyes again. “I know that, silly!”

Patiently, Iris smiled back. “I’m sure you do,” she assured. “It’s just polite when someone introduces themselves to return the favor.”

Hedwig made an ‘oh’ face as he nodded along. “I also have red socks,” he blurted out suddenly. Iris blinked before she nodded.

“I don’t think I have any red pairs. I’ll have to buy some.”

“Yes!” Then he made a face that Iris knew well; he was trying to repress a yawn.

“It’s awfully early to be awake.” Shifted slightly, Iris laid her head down on the pillow. “Aren’t you tired?” While stopping herself from falling off of the bed, she’d glanced at Felicia’s alarm clock and caught the time that glared 4:12 in bright red. It was too early, even for Barry to have to wake up for work.

Hedwig shook his head rapidly, making an ‘uh-uh’ sound.

She wasn’t sure how old Hedwig was, but she did know that telling a child to go to sleep was often the wrong choice and could be met with resistance. “I’m sleepy,” she said instead, hoping he would give in and go back to sleep as well if he knew she wanted to. “I’m not usually awake this early.”

Even in the minimal light provided, she could tell when he started to pout.

When she had originally caught the hints that one of her soulmates was going to be a child, she had been worried that there might be trouble distinguishing him or her from the adults that made up her other soulmates. However, the comfort came to her just as easily as it had when meeting Patricia and Felicia, embracing the knowledge that some of her soulmates were going to be women. Having so many soulmates, she was sure quite a few were going to be platonic but she honestly could not say whether all of the female ones would fall into that category of not.

Soulmates were not always romantic. They were meant for each other simply because that is what someone needed in their life. A mother or father figure, a child, or a dear friend. Soulmates were whatever someone needed to complete themselves.

Hedwig was still so new to her, and already she could feel the unmistakeable urge to hold him close and protect him from everything the world would use to hurt him. Being a child in a man’s body, she was sure there were times he and the others were ridiculed simply for not understanding.

That protective feeling must have been lacking with her mother and father.

“Would you like to stay here with me? A few more hours of sleep will be good for both of us.” His pout lifted, becoming a shy grin before he nodded his head. Opening her arms, Iris let him shuffle closer and come to rest with his head on her chest. He must have been able to hear her heartbeat with his ear resting over her breast. Wrapping him in her embrace—the broadness of his shoulders making her adjust her hold just slightly—she gently rubbed on hand up and down his back as the other came to cradle the back of his neck.

God, he was like a living furnace. The heat that bled from his body would easily keep her warm.

She could tell when Hedwig drifted to sleep, the soft snores were the dead giveaway, as he cuddled in closer and tucked his hands up near her stomach to keep them warm. She continued to lightly stroke her hand up and down his back, listening to his light snoring and taking in the warm breath that seeped through her clothes to her sternum. Gradually, she lessened her soft stroking until her hand was simply resting on his back

Knowing that Barry had to be awake for six-thirty, the sleep she fell into was a light one. Sometimes she dozed more deeply, but even the faintest shift from Hedwig would wake her again. Occasionally she would crane her head back to see the time, but the hours passed slow until the time Barry’s alarm would have sounded.

It was when she was in one of her dozing states that the body she held suddenly jerked, pulling away. It startled her back into consciousness as well, her eyes wide and her hands lifting to allow her soulmate the chance to move back.

Not Hedwig, then.

With a quick glance down at what they were wearing, her soulmate groaned suddenly and dropped back onto the bed with a hand clapped over their eyes. Iris remained lying in silence, trying to gauge if this was someone she had met before or if this was a new soulmate. “Hedwig,” he mumbled. “I’m so sorry, Iris.” Ah, someone she knew.

“Barry, it’s okay. I found him very endearing.” Propping herself up on an elbow, she offered a smile even as Barry groaned again. Reached out, she slipped her fingers under his palm and drew his hand back from his face. “What’s wrong?” This could not have been because he had snuck in while she was sleeping. He was a child and judging by the lisp he was still too young to think anything more of sleeping beside her than simply sleeping beside her.

There was a twisted feeling in her stomach that she came to realize was not hers. It made her realize just how strong the connect between her and her soulmates was becoming; this was the first time she had felt something from them.

Barry’s lips pursed, like he was fighting the urge to lash out for something. He refused to meet her eyes for a moment, but she waited patiently—still holding his hand in hers—and he finally shifted his focus to her. “He’s nine,” he started. However, as long as Iris waited, nothing else followed the abrupt declaration.

“So?”

“So?” he repeated as his face coloured with surprise. “He’s nine! I share this body with a child.”

His discomfort became clear in an instant and Iris felt her heart clench for him. Was this something he’d been worrying about for long? Was it a concern shared by the other soulmates?

“Barry,” she started carefully, shifted closer and wrapping an arm around his torso so he had no chance to move away from her. “I have twenty-three soulmates. You all share one body. Some are women, some are men, and apparently there’s at least one nine-year-old mixed in. Having Hedwig as one of the others in this body doesn’t change my view of you any more than Felicia or Patricia. You’re all unique to me. I look at you and I don’t see Hedwig or anyone else. Just you.”

He still looked hesitant, but he at least turned his head to look at her.

Smiling with reassurance, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his paled lips. “Have you been worrying about this, all this time?”

Barry’s silence was her answer. Her response was to lean over him and kiss him again, lingering this time. He softened under her lips. One of his hands remained in hers, the other lifted to cradle the back of her head. This kiss was different than the one shared under the falling snow. It was not as tentative, like a careful first step into water to test the temperature. This was assurance, proof of feelings for someone that words lack the ability to convey.

His lips were softer than she had been expecting. Parting from him for a moment, she shifted to catch his bottom lip between hers and let the tip of her tongue tease the soft skin gently. The sharp intake of breath told her that her boldness paid off, followed by the increased pressure on the back of her head pulling her closer.

Only when air became necessary did she finally pull back; Barry’s grip loosened until she had no trouble putting the slight amount of distance between them.

“You’re all here with me, Barry. But I don’t look at you and see them as well. I promise. I don’t care what anyone else says, you’re each your own person.”

If she saw his eyes glisten with tears, she didn’t say a word. “Thank you, Iris. Fate couldn’t have given us a better soulmate.”

Her weight leaned onto him again, lips seeking his, when an alarm clock down the hall sounded and shattered the quiet between them. Iris jumped slightly at the sudden sound, then burst into soft laughter at the sour look that briefly coloured Barry’s face.

“Time for work, hun.” Sighing, his head dropped back down onto the pillow.

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Tagged by @devirnis @alyxmastershipper @butchdiaz @buckactuallys and @rewritetheending for WIP Wednesday! Wow hi everybody. Morgan you said you wanted some distant yearning from ER nurse Eddie, so here’s the time Buck comes in with the pulmonary embolism. Eddie’s only seen him one other time and already he’s feeling feelings… Tagging other people up top since this is long enough for a read more: @shortsighted-owl @eowon @burins @anxieteandbiscuits @thewolvesof1998 if you have anything to share!

Eddie's on the intake team this time, and he recognizes the birthmark. He’s not in uniform, but it’s the firefighter with the crush injury, he’s sure of it. There’s blood dribbled down his chin, staining his shirt, drying on his hands. He’s been intubated. When the paramedic passes Eddie the bag there’s a split second where he wants to refuse, where his ears go a little fuzzy, but he takes it and counts out the pumps of air. If he’s going to breathe for this man he’s going to do it steadily, he’s going to do it well. Sound comes back.

“- experienced a crush injury five months ago,” an older man in civilian clothes is saying. “His left leg. He was-“ the man blinks down at the firefighter, swallowing like the words are stuck. He’s got blood on him, too, Eddie notices.

“The fire truck bombing,” Eddie says. “We treated him, it’ll be in the charts.”

The man nods. “He was just talking. He was doing well.” There’s a look in his eyes that turns Eddie’s stomach, makes him think of Christopher. He can’t imagine watching his kid go through something like this. Or - he has imagined, he dreams it, Christopher and Shanon choking to death side by side, Christopher alone with his body all broken, dead on arrival, alive long enough to ask Eddie why he didn’t save him.

“We’ll take care of him,” Jones assures him. Chief resident, good guy. Maybe too good a guy, pouring his heart into everyone who comes through the doors. The heart is not an endless reserve, Eddie thinks.

The man just nods again, eyes on the firefighter as they wheel him through the doors.

They head to room four, the one with the uneven tile by the sink that every staff member here has learned to dance over. There’s the usual chaos. Eddie keeps the firefighter breathing as his shirt is cut open, as Jones listens for and finds a collapsed lung. He stands there, counting, squeezing, as Patricia hands over the supplies for a needle aspiration. With the pressure relieved the firefighter’s chest rises and falls more evenly.

“Alright, let's see if he breathes on his own.”

Jones comes up to the head of the bed to take out the tube, and again Eddie feels that moment of refusal. If the tube goes in, Jones himself had explained to him, months ago, like Eddie wasn’t already perfectly aware, it will likely never come out. It feels safer, for a second, to imagine a future where he stands here in this room manually moving air in and out of this stranger's lungs for the rest of their lives.

Eddie steps aside. The firefighter breathes on his own.

And then it’s the wait part of hurry up and wait. A suspected pulmonary embolism, they have to wait for a chest x-ray, and radiation is as backed up as it always is. Eddie thinks the general population would be surprised how much standing around there is in a dire medical emergency. He’s the last one in the room, Jones and the baby resident who’s almost been here long enough for Eddie to learn his name off to the next catastrophe. Patricia hands him the chart as she leaves, and Eddie sees four surgeries in the months since he’d held Eddie’s hand, and at the top of the page he reads a name.

He doesn’t need a babysitter, he’s hooked up to enough machines that will start screaming if something goes wrong (goes worse, anyway.) Eddie doesn’t need to be here. He in fact should probably be somewhere else, there are always other patients, he has a job to do. But… Evan Buckley is waiting for a chest x-ray. Evan Buckley almost died for the second time in a year. It makes Eddie a little nauseous to know his name. He’s a real person, laying here next to him. He has a name, and a father who’s worried about him. He’s still crusted in his own blood.

Eddie finds an alcohol wipe. If the man needs surgery, he reasons, it’s important to have a sterile field. He intends to be perfunctory, but his hands decide to be gentle. Eddie doesn’t understand the sick feeling in his gut as he carefully cleans away the evidence of the clot that tore through the m- through Buckley. A drag across his jaw and Eddie’s stomach flips, a wipe across his chest and his heart beats like he’s guilty of something. He holds his own breath as he cleans his lips.

When the job is done Eddie doesn’t know what to do with himself. Buckley looks younger with his skin fresh and pale. He knows they’re around the same age, he read the chart.

“Diaz!”

Moore, sounds like bed seven. There are no lingering glances, Eddie slinks away immediately like a cat caught somewhere it knows it shouldn’t be. The ER is busy (the ER is always busy), and he only sees Buckley again from a distance, awake this time. He’s talking to a woman with dark hair, his eyes look tired, guilty, distraught. Even at a distance they are a startling blue.

When Eddie gets home he holds Christopher very tight, and makes macaroni and dinosaur chicken nuggets for dinner, and lets him have a second bowl of ice cream they’ll definitely both regret later. They sleep in Eddie’s bed, and he resists nodding off for a long time so he can listen to his son breathing.

[dannyreviews]

Golden Age of Hollywood Actors Born Before (And Including) 1936 Still Alive

This only includes actors that had at least one credited role in a Hollywood feature film or short up to 1959.

Elisabeth Waldo (b. 1918)

Caren Marsh Doll (b. 1919)

Patricia Wright (b. 1921)

Jacqueline White (b. 1922)

Annette Warren (b. 1922)

Ray Anthony (b. 1922)

Tommy Dix (b. 1923)

Eva Marie Saint (b. 1924)

Anne Vernon (b. 1924)

Maria Riva (b. 1924)

June Lockhart (b. 1925)

Lee Grant (b. 1925)

Peggy Webber (b. 1925)

Lise Bourdin (b. 1925)

Brigitte Auber (b. 1925)

Kerima (b. 1925)

Terry Kilburn (b. 1926) 

Marilyn Erskine (b. 1926)

Bambi Linn (b. 1926)

David Frankham (b. 1926)

Tommy Morton (b. 1926)

Jill Jarmyn (b. 1926)

Marilyn Knowlden (b. 1926)

Genevieve Page (b. 1927)

Donna Martell (b. 1927)

William Smithers (b. 1927)

Peter Walker (b. 1927)

H.M. Wynant (b. 1927)

Betty Harford (b. 1927)

Cora Sue Collins (b. 1927)

Marilyn Granas (b. 1927)

Ann Blyth (b. 1928)

Nancy Olson (b. 1928)

Peggy Dow (b. 1928)

Earl Holliman (b. 1928)

Kathleen Hughes (b. 1928)

Colleen Townsend (b. 1928)

Marion Ross (b. 1928)

Gaby Rodgers (b. 1928)

Jan Shepard (b. 1928)

Walter Maslow (b. 1928)

Tom Troupe (b. 1928)

Sidney Kibrick (b. 1928)

Garry Watson (b. 1928)

Fay Chaldecott (b. 1928)

Mark Rydell (b. 1929)

Terry Moore (b. 1929)

Vera Miles (b. 1929)

Ann Robinson (b. 1929)

Liseotte Pulver (b. 1929)

James Hong (b. 1929)

Rachel Ames (b. 1929)

Olga James (b. 1929)

Michael Forest (b. 1929)

Vikki Dougan (b. 1929)

Steve Terrell (b. 1929)

Margaret Kerry (b. 1929)

James Congdon (b. 1929)

Betsy Gay (b. 1929)

Jack Betts (b. 1929)

Clint Eastwood (b. 1930)

Joanne Woodward (b. 1930)

Mara Corday (b. 1930)

Nita Talbot (b. 1930)

Taina Elg (b. 1930)

Robert Wagner (b. 1930)

John Astin (b. 1930)

Tommy Cook (b. 1930)

Mary Costa (b. 1930)

Lois Smith (b. 1930)

Will Hutchins (b. 1930)

Peggy King (b. 1930)

Lynn Hamilton (b. 1930)

Don Burnett (b. 1930)

Clark Burroughs (b. 1930)

Robert Hinkle (b. 1930)

Sheila Connolly (b. 1930)

Barbara Bestar (b. 1930)

Rita Moreno (b. 1931)

Leslie Caron (b. 1931)

Carroll Baker (b. 1931)

William Shatner (b. 1931)

Mamie Van Doren (b. 1931)

Robert Colbert (b. 1931)

Barbara Eden (b. 1931)

Angie Dickinson (b. 1931)

Claire Bloom (b. 1931)

Marianne Koch (b. 1931)

Sylvia Lewis (b. 1931)

Carmen De Lavallade (b. 1931)

Zohra Lampert (b. 1931)

Michael Dante (b. 1931)

Ann McCrea (b. 1931)

Jack Grinnage (b. 1931)

Maralou Gray (b. 1931)

Billy Mindy (b. 1931)

Sugar Dawn (b. 1931)

Joanne Arnold (b. 1931)

Joel Grey (b. 1932)

George Chakiris (b. 1932)

Felicia Farr (b. 1932)

Abbe Lane (b. 1932)

Steve Rowland (b. 1932)

Jacqueline Beer (b. 1932)

Colleen Miller (b. 1932)

Joanne Gilbert (b. 1932)

Olive Moorefield (b. 1932)

Neile Adams (b. 1932)

Jacqueline Duval (b. 1932)

Edna May Wonnacott (b. 1932)

Richard Tyler (b. 1932)

Mickey Roth (b. 1932)

Leon Tyler (b. 1932)

Peggy McIntyre (b. 1932)

Christiane Martel (b. 1932)

Elsa Cardenas (b. 1932)

Claude Bessy (b. 1932)

Kim Novak (b. 1933)

Julie Newmar (b. 1933)

Debra Paget (b. 1933)

Constance Towers (b. 1933)

Joan Collins (b. 1933)

Kathleen Nolan (b. 1933)

Brett Halsey (b. 1933)

Robert Fuller (b. 1933)

Pat Crowley (b. 1933)

Barrie Chase (b. 1933)

Jackie Joseph (b. 1933)

Geoffrey Horne (b. 1933)

Tsai Chin (b. 1933)

Lita Milan (b. 1933)

Vera Day (b. 1933)

Diana Darrin (b. 1933)

Ziva Rodann (b. 1933)

Jeanette Sterke (b. 1933)

Marti Stevens (b. 1933)

Annette Dionne (b. 1933)

Cecile Dionne (b. 1933)

Johnny Russell (b. 1933)

Patti Hale (b. 1933)

Gary Clarke (b. 1933)

Shirley MacLaine (b. 1934) 

Sophia Loren (b. 1934)

Shirley Jones (b. 1934)

Russ Tamblyn (b. 1934)

Pat Boone (b. 1934)

Audrey Dalton (b. 1934)

Claude Jarman Jr. (b. 1934)

Tina Louise (b. 1934)

Karen Sharpe (b. 1934)

Joyce Van Patten (b. 1934)

May Britt (b. 1934)

Joby Baker (b. 1934)

Jamie Farr (b. 1934)

Myrna Hansen (b. 1934)

Priscilla Morgan (b. 1934)

Aki Aeong (b. 1934)

Robert Fields (b. 1934)

Dani Crayne (b. 1934)

Donnie Dunagan (b. 1934)

Richard Hall (b. 1934)

Charles Bates (b. 1934)

Marilyn Horne (b. 1934)

Marilee Earle (b. 1934)

Rod Dana (b. 1935) 

Pippa Scott (b. 1935)

Ruta Lee (b. 1935)

Barbara Bostock (b. 1935)

Johnny Mathis (b. 1935)

Leslie Parrish (b. 1935)

Salome Jens (b. 1935)

Yvonne Lime (b. 1935)

Jean Moorehead (b. 1935)

Marco Lopez (b. 1935)

Joyce Meadows (b. 1935)

Christopher Severn (b. 1935)

Richard Nichols (b. 1935)

Carol Coombs (b. 1935)

Nino Tempo (b. 1935)

Patricia Prest (b. 1935)

Dawn Bender (b. 1935)

John Considine (b. 1935)

Jerry Farber (b. 1935)

Clyde Willson (b. 1935)

Bob Burns (b. 1935)

Susan Kohner (b. 1936)

Millie Perkins (b. 1936)

Burt Brickenhoff (b. 1936)

Mason Alan Dinehart (b. 1936)

Anna Maria Alberghetti (b. 1936)

Lisa Davis (b. 1936)

Joan O'Brien (b. 1936)

Richard Harrison (b. 1936)

Tommy Ivo (b. 1936)

John Wilder (b. 1936)

Gary Conway (b. 1936)

Michael Chapin (b. 1936)

Carol Morris (b. 1936)

Fernando Alvarado (b. 1936)

[eve-lullabye]

Where you don't want to pair up with a certain survivor

Based off IDV

(I kind of imagine the eels in there merform floating off the ground like Naiad)

You were chatting with Patricia when Kevin walked up to you.

"Hey, Doll, Sugar," he smiled flirtatuously. You were no stranger to Kevin's harmless flirting. It was his way of saying he cared about you. Of course, that didn't mean that all the girls appreciated it. "You got yourself a match comin' up, Sugar."

You were Sugar. "Oh? And who are my teammates, Kev?" You raised a brow while resting your chin on a propped hand.

"Pretty sure, 'twas Kurt, Andrew, an' Jade."

"Hold on," you straightened your back. "Jade?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kevin slid into the seat next to you.

"Well, I'm out then," you raised your hands. Patricia sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Not this again." She buried her face into her arms, slumping against the table.

"What! I don't like him. He gives me the creeps, and I find him unpredictable. Plus, who knows what kind of conniving plan he's concocting!"

Kevin drummed his fingers against his leg, "If you need, I can step in for ya, Sugar. Of course, we're makin' a switch."

"Please do," you grasped his hand with wide eyes. "I swear if the two of us were on a raft with enough rations for one, Jade would chuck me into the water."

"I'm rather offended you think lowly of me," a smooth and slimy voice called out beside you. You shrieked, turning to see Jade giving a closed-eye smile. Then he opened his eyes, and those heterochromatic eyes caught your attention. You admit it. You were a sucker for heterochromatic irises. There was something about them so beautiful, so captivating. "Shall we go?" Jade bared his sharp teeth. You looked one last time at Kevin with a desperate look. He just shrugged.

[~]

Of all the maps you hated Leo's Memory and it hated you. It always spawned you next to the hunter, and you would be out of the game in a couple of seconds. Vera had told you that you could move away from the hunter. Oh GEEZ, LIKE YOU HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE! If ONLY you know from which direction the hunter was in, you then could avoid it. The other reason for disliking this map was the fact that it was freezing.

Currently, you were hiding behind some boxes in hopes that the hunter who was not budging would move. You couldn't even look to see who or else you would be discovered. Around you shouts from your other teammates rang in your ears as they gave an update on the status. You had long ago told them that the hunter was near you. Now, your clothes were wet, your body - numb, and your patience wearing thin.

It was then you heard voices talking. One, you recognized as Jade; the other, you believed to be the hunter. Around your waist wrapped a coil of teal flesh, and you held your breath. It squeezed you tightly before two arms captured you. When you were dragged out of your hiding spot and released, you whirled around to be right in front of Jade who seemingly turned into a merman.

"Jade, what the heck?!" You brushed yourself off, taking a step back.

"I'm right here," he answered behind you. You stopped moving, slowly moving your gaze to look at the Jade-lookalike. You whipped your head to see Jade fully clothed and looking humanlike. Behind him stood Azul. You scowled suspiciously at Azul and the other Jade. "That is my twin, Floyd." Floyd smiled at you showing off those same sharp teeth that Jade had.

"I'm out of here," you threw up your hands and trudged off.

"Aaaawwwww, Shrimpy, don't you want to hang out," Floyd called out in a crooning tone.

"No! I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible before I get sick," you retorted. At the end of your sentence you sneezed. Great! You were getting sick.

"I'll see you later, brother," Jade spoke before following you. "I need to take care of my dear teammate."

"Dear my ass," you growled. Brushing off the collecting snowflakes from your hair. With long strides, the teal-haired survivor caught up to you and placed his blazer over your shoulders. You looked up in shock before looking away with pink cheeks, "Thanks." It was sweet in a way. Well, maybe that was your thinking since no one had ever done that for you.

"I expect compensation after this match," Jade smirked. You stopped in your tracks while the male continued forward. You were prepared to shove the blazer back into his arms when you thought better than to receive a lecture from Emily. Especially, since Jade would be there telling how you refused his "generosity". You sniffed the material which smelled like men's body wash and shampoo.

"Well, at least he thinks about hygiene." You heard the cipher pop.

"Smelling my clothes is unnecessary to find out if I keep my personal hygiene," Jade glanced at you with a raised brow teasing you while he decoded the gates. Caught red-handed.

[poisonedspider]

❝ me? no i don’t think i’m—i mean. yeah sometimes i think about what it’d be like to kiss guys but i’d never…come on, everyone thinks about it a little bit right? ❞ from @televisionrotsyourbrain

“Mmm, ah’m gonna go wit’ a hard no on that one.” Angel couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his features, head tilted a little. He would maybe have agreed with the guy, maybe, if that hadn’t been the exact same argument that he had with himself when he was alive. When he had first started realizing that he liked men, and would much rather kiss Bobby that sat three seats down from him in Catholic school then think about the fact that Patricia had started ‘blossoming into a woman’ or whatever the fuck his dad tried to tell him and his brother once they were teenagers.

He would have thought that everyone had been just a little gay, if not for the vile homophobia he had endured from his family. And hey, maybe they were covering it up. Maybe they did think about kissing boys, and that was why they got so up in arms. But maybe they hadn’t. Because Anthony Giordano, not once, had thought about kissing girls. There was no way everyone was a little bit gay if everyone was also not a little bit straight. Them’s were the rules.

He's leaning in towards the other, hands on his hips as he bent just slightly at the waist, raising an eyebrow. “How often yeh’ thinkin’ about kissin’ boys, exactly?” He dares to be bold, as he often has no boundaries, taking a finger and bringing it under the other’s chin to raise it slightly, only a few inches separating their faces at this point. “Maybe yeh’ should go ahead and test it out. See if yeh’ disgusted by kissin’ a guy like me, or if it makes yeh’ feel a little weak in th’ knees.”

[maloosh-baloosh64]

you'll fight a variety of strange and perplexing foes on your quest for power in Patricia Shithead and The Quest for Power™ releasing in 2025 for Gameclam(not a real qonsole) and PC(<- real one)

Moon Face II (the classic guy from the unfinished masterpiece Square Legs:Qaudrilateral Quest (RIP (REST IN Piece))

DallHead (DALIN H OAKS FROM MORMON CHUCH JUMPSCARE!!!)

The Gasman™(original character)

BataSwing (idk man)

PowerCorp™ Boomer™ (watch those wrist wrockets!)

Mr. 28 Stab Wounds (blood!!!! scary!!!!! (He's kinda cute sensitive style and woke style tho 😳))

Chin Weenchester(i love you dean (get's dragged to supper hell (kratos is there 💀))))

Who will you kill on your quest for power? will it be me? will it be super mario wielding a gun? (gario?) only one way to find out!

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Actually-Wednesday

This lovely image popped up again while I was down a tumblr rabbit hole and I remembered I’d actually already written the scene it reminded me of when @womble1 flagged it as having Estera-vibes. It’s a little way down the line plot-wise so I cut the bits that refer to the actual content of the conversation they’ve just had but I think it still works as a scene so I shall fling the words here anyway as maybe it will inspire me to get the next chronological chapter done!

Oh and the location in the story is the breakwater by the lifeboat station, in case anyone wanted to know 🤣

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The wind had picked up and the waves were beginning to splash up over the breakwater. Probably time to get back on dry land.

Estera clearly thought the same as she stood up with a purposeful air and Scott followed suit, cramming the remaining packaging into his deep coat pockets. She glanced up at him, her concern she’d ruined everything written all over her face and he raised his arms ever so slightly, an invitation she could ignore without awkwardness should she chose to. She did not so choose, and threw herself into the hug with such vigour he nearly overbalanced into the water. With minor flailing he rebalanced the both of them and rested his chin on her head as they stood there a while, tiny amongst the relentless energy of the ocean around them. The pair of gulls screeched as they wheeled and chased each other through sky overhead. Scott watched the horizon as he tried to find the right words to reassure his friend.

“I’m glad you told me. It doesn’t change anything.”

That was a lie. It changed a lot of things.

In particular it had birthed an intense new desire to seek out those responsible and systematically remove them from the face of the earth. But that wasn’t practical, even if a not insignificant part of his brain was now distracted by wondering how it could be achieved. It also wasn’t very International Rescue. He squashed the train of thought right down.

It also changed his view of Estera. He suddenly remembered sitting with John in Patricia’s office and watching him begin to finally understand some of his big brother’s experiences. He remembered the relief when he realised John didn’t think less of him, but somehow more. The last thing he’d wanted was pity… This was the same! He needed to make sure she knew… pulling back a little, he crouched slightly to look her in the eye.

“The only thing that has changed is I know a little more about you and that makes me even more impressed by your spirit and your approach to life. You’re stronger even than I realised.”

She bit her lip and smiled weakly, the drop in tension of her shoulders was noticeable. He hoped it was the same relief he still felt.

“I’m always going to think you’re great, that won’t change, ok? You don’t need to hide anything from me.”

Something undefinable flickered across her face before she dropped her head to his chest and seemed to collect herself. She pulled away and straightened her coat.

“Thank you, Scott. You are truly a good friend. You are also getting soaking wet.”

He looked down at his spray soaked coat and chuckled quietly “Seems to be a common occurrence in this town.”

“Shall we?”

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