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princess-glassred · 1 month ago

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I was listening to Mean Girls the musical last night and I got the idea for a whole semi-cannon compliant Mean Girls IT AU so here's like every single idea had for the au last night

-Alright so obviously the Bowers gang are the titular plastics, but I have decided Richie is our Cady Heron cause I think he is the loser who could have most feasibly ended up in the bowers gang had things gone bad enough for him.

-He's lived in Los Angeles his entire life and was homeschooled growing up too, so going to a shitty small town high school obviously is something he's unfamiliar with. Much like Cady his background has informed his view on social cliques and talking to people, although unlike Cady's who's back ground makes her think of things in an athropological way, Richie's childhood of playing video games, watching movies, and growing up around showbiz types makes him see everything through the lens of the media he consumes. To him, the Bowers gang are not animals, but the big bosses at the end of a video game or every stock villain character he's ever seen in a bad family movie.

-Similarly, Eddie is our Janis (but we're going for semi cannon compliant here, so he is sadly not goth 😔)

-Eddie hates Henry a lot for essentially ruining his life when they were in middle school, they were never friends but they used to ignore each other. Until Henry noticed how close Eddie was with Bill and thought it was important for everyone to know that he was a total fag before they went on a class field trip to a waterpark. There were going to be BOYS in their BATHING SUITS. Everyone had the right to know if Eddie was going to creep on them. His mom ended up forcing him to stay home anyways (which only made the rumor worse), and after Eddie started getting bullied for it Sonia pulled him out of school until high school. When he came back he had his stupid inhaler and all his allergies and he was even weirder than before so obviously he was a total freak to everyone now. Eddie has had a bone to pick with Henry ever since.

-Every other member of the losers club kind of alternates the damian role and have various damien esque traits, Bill gives Eddie rides, Stan's pretty sassy, Bev is concerned with the event planning committee, Ben is made fun of by Henry's gang a lot, and Mike offers like the only sensible advise anyone gets in this entire au.

-Richie is quickly scouted out by the Bowers gang just like Regina scouts Cady, but unlike Cady who is scouted for her beauty, the bowers gang sees Richie's potential as a bully. They're not too concerned with image (i mean look at how they dress) but they see him calling people weird nicknames, intentionally pissing people off, getting under Eddie Kaspbrak's skin and they want him in. They even take a liking to his shitty impressions, in the same way they laugh at Belch's weird habit of belching on people. They just think he seems funny so they wanna invite him to have lunch with them every day for the rest of the week.

-The plastic equivalents are Henry as Regina, Belch as Karen, and Vic as Gretchen. Patricks not really part of the clique but he is here, we will get to him in a bit.

-Belch: So if you're from hollywood, why are you ugly? Vic: omg, Belch you can't just ask people why they're ugly Belch: Well shouldn't he have had like a plastic surgeon out the womb or something???

-The "on wednesdays we wear pink" line stays the same due to Henry's pink leather jacke he wears in the book. Vic's got pink camo pants and Belch has a pink def leopard shirt.

-Richie is very resistant to sitting with the Bowers gang, he can tell they're bad news and awful people but Eddie eggs him on about it. He says he's just a little curious to know what they do all the time, but secretly he's hoping for some kind of big thing to happen that blows the group apart.

-Bev gets judged for hanging out in the boys bathroom like how Damian gets judged for hanging out in the girls bathroom

-Richie: Does anyone have anything in pink I can borrow? Bev: eugh, no. Eddie: I do.

-Richie gets a big gay crush on Connor Bowers, although he doesn't realize he's Henry's cousin until Vic asks if there's anyone at school he likes. Richie very calmly admits he likes a guy since he grew up in a big city full of gays but Vic hushes him about it since they're "friends" and doesn't want him to embarass himself. The fact the guy is Henry's cousin only makes Vic more insistant he keep it quiet, not just because it's taboo to be gay in places like Derry, but because "family members are off limits to friends".

-Connor doesn't seem interested in Richie at all, unless it's platonic Connor isn't interested. Part of it is his own choice, but another part of it is that he genuinely respects and values Henry's opinion. Sure, Henry isn't a saint or anything, but he's his big cousin and if he doesn't want him dating anyone for his own good than he'll listen.

-Still though, Richie will do just about anything for Connor's attention. Despite being a straight A student and generally very good at video games, he flubs both of these things on purpose in hopes Connor will try to teach him. Connor's hardly good at math, and he's definitely worse at street fighter than Richie, but it's worth it to act like he isn't. What's a few bad grades if it means he gets to spend a few minutes staring into Connors eyes or feel his hand wrap against the joystick at the same time as his?

-At Henry's house his dad offers them alcoholic drinks despite still being minors, and his justification is he'd rather kids drink in his house than at other peoples. Henry is kind of embarrassed by this and just tells his dad to go do something "parenty" and leave them alone for a minute.

-The burn book in this is a leather book that's much more understated looking thsn the actual mean girls burn book. Inside of it are most of the kids at school and some of the losers. Eddie is in there with the words "Sissy queer" scribbled all over the page. Henry notes that they haven't thought of anything good for Bill yet and Richie blurts out a quip Eddie made about Bill sounding like Elmer Fudd when he stutters. Richie instantly feels ashamed about repeating it and wonders if that was just one of those things Eddie was allowed to say but no one else, but it's too late and Henry wants him to write it down anyways.

-For halloween all the bowers gang members go as slasher villains and then Richie just goes as a ventriloquest dummy as a joke. All of the BG are confused as to why he's dressed so ridiculous and poor clueless Richie is just like "???? It's halloween???"

-At the party, Henry tells Connor that Richie has a huge crush on him and while Connor thinks it's "kind of cute" Henry immediately tells him off and tells him to shut it down NOW. This sends Richie into a jealous RAGE that gets him ready to commit to the Henry Bowers revenge scheme the rest of the losers are forming.

-Richie's mom has these kalteen bars that she's been using to gain back some weight after losing so much it's unhealthy, so Richie and the rest of the losers use this to mess with Henry. He tells him that he's "sooo scrawny, and weak, all i'm eating are these foreign protein bars that build muscle" and Henry demands he brings him a whole box.

-Also as part of their revenge they dye his hair white, just like book/90's Henry. Vic tries to make him feel better about the weight gain and the white hair by telling him it doesn't look all that bad, but henry just yells "Are you fucking kidding me Vic?! I look like i'm 65!".

-They also find out from making Vic completely crack and spill all of Henry's secrets that Henry cheats on his girlfriend Greta all the time with his friend Patrick Hockstetter. They hook up in the mascot costume in the gym storage closet on top of the sawdust bags, it's really weird. This is an especially rich development considering what he said about Eddie all those years ago proved to just be projection, same for his insistence connor stay single.

-Richie and the losers proceed to use this to their advantage in the most fucked up way possible, by essentially outing Henry to his cousin so Connor will feel betrayed and less likely to listen to him. After all, if Connor feels disillusioned with Henry once he finds out he's not only a big ol cheater but also just projecting, he might consider rebelling and going after Richie.

-Richie is definitely turning into Henry's mini me the longer time goes on, at first it was just talking about Henry all the time, even when Eddie wanted him to shut the fuck up, but things just continued to get worse and worse. Soon he started making fun of Henry behind his back for being fat, being an idiot, being poor, ect. Obviously Henry's said worse things, but Richie says all this mean shit about him while still pretending to he his friend, and he doesn't seem to care if making fun of Henry's weight or financial status hurts Ben or Bev in anyway.

-He can also feel himself becoming more image obsessed, the Bowers gang aren't too concerned with clothes or looks (aside from their lunchtable rules and just general beauty standard stuff) but Richie feels like he has to get more attractive just to make Henry feel worse about his hair and weight. He has to lose his glasses, and comb his hair, and wear cool punk clothes. Who cares if he looks totally unlike himself, Henry's insecure and everybody LOVES Richie, that's all that really matters.

The other losers seem to recognize his ever growing vanity, but Richie makes a lot for excuses for it. He pretends like it's just part of the bit but that completely ignores the fact he is actually kind of liking being hot and the center of attention.

-The sweatpants scene is really sad. Henry is stuffing his face, partly because he's hungry from a diet of nothing but candy bars but also because he's emotionally eating to cope with being outed and all his other problems. Vic and Belch coldly inform him that he's wearing sweatpants on a monday and he needs to go sit somewhere else. Henry all but begs for his friends to let it slide, but when Belch and Vic ask what the big deal is Henry has to shamefully admit he's too fat for any of his jeans anymore. They still don't give a shit though, and what's worse is Richie sits there and says nothing while Henry's life falls apart.

-Right after this Richie becomes aware od his state as the new leader of the Bowers gang when Vic and Belch start asking him advise on who they should pick on next

-The party scene is a total nightmare as to be expected. Maggie and Wentworth are going to be PISSED when they find out their son threw a rager. Part of this is Vic's fault for inviting everyone they knew though.

-Richie gets blasted drunk, vomits all over Connors shoes, chases him outside, then falls to the ground, when he gets back up Eddie and Bill are there and Eddie is furious.

-Bill is in the background riding Silver around in circles pretty aimlessly, every once in a while he'll tell Eddie that he needs to be home in like two minutes and if he doesn't give Eddie a ride home Sonia will probably murder him.

-Eds and Rich have a really disasterous fight.

-"oh my god Eddie, you know i couldn't invite you. I had to still pretend like I was part of the gang." "Buddy it's not pretend! You are part of the gang! You think you're so cool and powerful when really you're just an idiot who talks too much!" "You're the one who made me like this so you could use me for your middle school revenge fantasy!" "Oh my god- you know at least me and Henry Bowers KNOW we're mean. You try to act so fucking innocent like "Oohhh i'm just a widdle nerd, look at my buck teeth and silly voices. Watch me use my sense of humor to never take accountability for the stupid shit I say!"" "You know what Eddie? I'm not your fucking boyfriend, it's not my fault you're in love with me!".

-That was enough to make Bill stop moving his bike right in the middle of the street and just stare at Richie like :0

-Eddie is utterly incesned by this. He is enraged. The betrayal. The audacity. The drama.

-"God, that is just the thing with all of you Bowers goons, you think everyone is in love with you when actually everyone hates you. Like Connor Bowers for example, you drove a wedge between him and his cousin and guess what? HE STILL DOESN'T WANT YOU RICHIE. So why are you still messing with Henry, Richie? I'll tell you why, because you're an asshole! You're a fucking bully!"

-This is a rather pivotal moment for Richie, as it's clear Eddie (and all the other losers mind you) are deeply hurt by how far he's taken this, and it makes him seriously reconsider it all.

-Greta finally informs Henry that those Kalteen bars make you gain weight, but she does it in probably the worst way possible

-"Why are you eating a kalteen bar?" "Because i'm hungry Greta, what the fuck do you think?" "Man I hate those things, my mom's making me eat those to go up a cupsize." "... what?" "My dad sells them at the pharmacy, they're usually for underweight people who wanna gain a lot of weight quickly. My mom thinks it'll make me curvier." "..." "Are you okay, Henry?" "..."

-cue girly over the top scream

-Henry goes home and proceeds to write himself into the burn book with the words "Faggy cow" scribbled around a cut out picture of him with Richie.

-He makes copies of the pages and spreads them all around. Then heads right to the principles office and starts fake sobbing about being called the f slur.

-Ofc everyone goes nuts, Eddie's mad he's being called gay again, Bill's mad the burn book makes fun of his stutter, and everyone is 100% certain this is Richie, Belch, and Vic's fault.

-the whole assembly goes about the same as a movie, Henry says they don't have a clique problem, Vic says he's sorry everyone's so jealous of him for being smarter than everyone else, Henry says something homophobic about Eddie so he admits to all the horrible things he and Richie did to him. And you know... Henry gets hit by a bus. As per usual.

-The whole third act of the movie basically the same with just a few things changed, Richie and Eddie BOTH apologize for what they've said, Connor and Richie decide there's too much toxcicity there for them to date but they decide to be friends anyways, and Henry gets some therapy. Hooraaaaaay.

I now must leave you all with this image which I think is just perfect for this au given the emphasis on lunch tables:

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beep-beep-sunny · 1 year ago

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New fic just dropped!! I'm really proud of this one. If you read it, please tell me what you think!! I have a three part series planned, but it helps to think people might actually want a continuation.

(just an excerpt, the rest is only on AO3)

The Process of Forgetting

The Promise

"S-Swear it!" Stuttered a boy in a dingy flannel shirt. The other six children sitting around him looked and listened as if anything he said could be the most important thing any of them would ever hear. He held a shining shard of broken glass over his head as he stood. "Sw-swear that i-if it ever comes back, we'll come back too."

One by one, each child stood up with him. They watched, as he slowly and deeply cut across his palm with the glass, whimpering, but never stopping.

One by one he approaches the children and cuts their hands. First, a boy with wild black hair and coke bottle glasses. He cried out and shook his hand, trying to will away the pain, but snapped to attention when the next boy's hand was taken. The boy next to him was the smallest of any of the other kids in the group, and he had a broken arm. He couldn't look as his hand was slashed, but the bespectacled boy stroked his arm to comfort him, trying to ignore the pain in his own hand.

Each of the other children let him deeply open their hands without a single objection. The power that the boy held was palpable. He could suck all of the air out of the space while all of the attention snapped to him and his mission statement.

The ring of children stood, hands interlocked, as though they were a circuit or a delicately woven ring of flowers. They were covered head to toe in dirt, blood dripping all over them from the cuts on their hands, their eyes shining with adrenaline and determination. They had seen something no child should ever have to see. They did things no child should be expected to do. Their grips tightened, all together like one single breathing organism.

It went without saying. They swore. They made a blood oath to each other. To that stuttering boy they all adored. To themselves. They would be back. If It ever returned they'd be ready.

Bev: The First Gone

Beverly Marsh had experienced so much in her life. More than any young girl should ever have to. She palled around with a group of six boys that she adored, but that could never understand what she was going through, not really. There was one trauma they all shared and she was grateful she could talk to them about that, but she was hiding something from them.

The boys had their suspicions. They all loved Beverly and wanted her to be happy and healthy, and she was good at pretending, for a while. She couldn't keep up the "cool girl that doesn't need help from anyone" act for forever though. She was drowning. Every forced laugh was a fight to keep her head above water. She was beginning to sink. Better to sink than to float, she'd tell herself with a bitter laugh.

They'd noticed things, at first they were simple questions, simple observations.

One day Ben said to her, "Geez, how'd you get that bruise? It looks like it really hurts." She brushed it off as a fall from her bike.

Eddie would lecture her on proper bike safety with his silly little Sesame Street full safety pad set. He didn't even wear them once his mom stopped watching. The second Richie teased them he'd be tripping over himself to get them off. He insisted on bandaging her cuts and bruises. Once he gave them a strange look and then his eyes locked with Bev's. She held her breath because she thought this is it. But no, Eddie just patched her up without another word. It was funny because she thought if anyone would understand, it would be Eddie. His evil mom made his life hell. Though, sometimes Eddie would defend her. Say she wasn't that bad. She does these things because she loves him. I do these things because I love you Bevvy.

Richie would make tasteless jokes because of course, he was Richie. "Why does your dad care so much about what the fuck you do? Is he in love with you or something? Eddie's mom is in love with me, you know? Did'ya know that?" Then he'd snort-laugh and make kissy noises at Eddie, who sat next to him in the hammock of their secret clubhouse. All of them moved in slow motion while Bev's blood ran cold and her stomach turned. She knew that wasn't what Richie meant, yet she still felt in that moment like they could see through her skin down to her deepest darkest secrets.

She knew that if she was bent any further she'd break. Eventually there would be a joke she couldn't laugh off or a bruise she couldn't lie her way out of and the older she got, the angrier she got. Angry at herself for protecting her father, angry at her father for looking at her like no father should ever look at their daughter, for robbing her of a childhood. What the clown left for her, her father gleefully stole away. Mad at her friends for not figuring it out even when she thought it was obvious. Sometimes she'd wonder if they did know, but just thought it wasn't that big of a deal. That she was being dramatic. Mad at herself again for ever thinking something like that about her best friends, the closest thing she had to a real family.

One day, enough truly was enough. Beverly was 15-years-old and she decided she couldn't live another day as "daddy's little girl". She was going to fight and claw and bite even if it killed her, and she knew it might. She knew that her father didn't have any problem hurting her when he didn't get his way. If she had anything to say about it, her father would never have his way again.

When she was admitted to the hospital, her horrible secret was out. Her father was taken away, her aunt was called to take her in, and her boys? Well, her boys looked at her with an emotion they'd never looked at her with before, and it was one she hated on each of their faces. Pity. Like they didn't know how to act around her anymore, like she was some broken toy, and it was the worst feeling she'd ever experienced, seeing them look at her like that. And Beverly Marsh had a lifetime of shitty experiences to pull from.

Nothing was ever the same again. Beverly had a few weeks left in Derry, her aunt was staying with her long enough for them to get everything together for the move, and she knew she'd miss every last one of those boys fiercely. The grief of losing them felt like it would be enough to stop her heart, but she didn't get the goodbye she would have wanted. She wanted normalcy, but those last weeks were anything but.

Richie, her fellow goof-off smoke buddy couldn't even look her in the eye. All of them seemed afraid to touch her. Like she was made of glass. Like they were afraid now that it would somehow remind her of all the ways she never wanted to be touched, but it wasn't like that. Bev was comforted by the touch of her friends. This was a time when she needed that comfort the most.

Ben talked to her the most normally out of anyone. Though, he couldn't shake the sadness in his voice. "I'm - We're all gonna miss you like crazy." He said to her one night in the clubhouse.

A smile crept onto her face, "Oh come on, you know I'm gonna write. And call of course for the illiterate." She gets in close to whisper. "Richie."

"Really, Bev. If Richie's illiterate, what are we? He has better grades than any of us." Ben was obviously a little annoyed by this fact.

"Pretty impressive, seeing as how he's illiterate." She retorted with a wicked grin.

They both laugh together, their heads close, and it's the most normal she's felt since the day it all fell apart. The good warm feeling was stolen away when Ben seemed to notice how close they were and awkwardly moved away.

"Sorry." He said.

She released a long sigh. "It's fine. Really. I'm still the same Beverly that I always was."

Ben smiled a sad smile that told Bev all she needed to know. "Promise you'll write me?"

"Of course! I know how much you like all that old fashioned cheesy shit. You'll probably write me with a quill pen and send it via carrier pigeon."

His smile at that was genuine, if a bit shy. "Maybe I will."

"I hope you do!" She changed it, throwing herself forward and pulling him into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you too."

On the day that she moved, all of her boys came to see her off. There wasn't a dry eye between them, even Stan, who she'd never seen cry before. It might not have looked like he was crying to the untrained eye, but she could tell. They all hugged in a giant group hug that mimicked their positions in the blood soaked promise. This was a promise of sorts too. A promise that, even though they'll be apart, they're still the Losers Club.

"The Losers Club will rise again!" She shouted into the air. Sealing the promise to the universe. The boys erupted into a sea of cheers. "No one can keep me away from you boys for long. You're my family." Ben went awkward and red at that comment, and she planted a kiss on his cheek. The rest of them were a chorus of ooooos and she shook her head fondly.

She waved at them all with big exaggerated movements, her head hanging out the window.

"You better fucking call, Marsh, or I'll single handedly find you and kick your ass!" Richie shouted, then Eddie punched him in the arm. The two boys were standing a little closer than anyone else, as usual.

Bev beamed. "You couldn't keep me away if you tried, Tozier!" She kept her head out the window, hair blowing in the wind, until her boys were specs on the horizon.

Bev: The Forgetting

It started with small things. One day, her aunt would ask her to tell her stories about where she grew up, her friends, her school, and she would answer eagerly. Any chance to relive her best memories with her best boys, but very quickly things changed. Too quickly even, like a fog rolled in overnight. It wasn't long at all. The first week back, drafting a handful of letters, she started to forget their names. Just faces playing over and over again in her mind. She'd read the letters she started writing, and had no idea what she was talking about. It was like she was writing a story. She had no connection to the memories the letters described, and the letters had no addresses. Not even names, just titles, like Trashmouth and New Kid. It was weird. She'd never been much of a writer. At least, she thought she'd never been much of a writer.

She started at her new highschool and found that she blossomed. They would ask even simple questions like "Where did you grow up?" Or "Tell me about your family." She never had good answers. If people asked about her family she mentioned her aunt.

Her aunt was worried about her. Beverly would ask her things like, "What was the name of the town I grew up in?" or "What happened to my dad?" and she would just scrunch up her face and look at her with those pitying eyes that Bev hated. She couldn't stand to be pitied.

Her aunt put her in therapy a month after she moved in with her, and her therapist told her that she suffered from severe repressed memories and night terrors because of the awful trauma she experienced. The trauma she had no memory of and no one would really talk to her about. She supposed that filled in the blanks. The empty parts of Bev. Spacey Beverly Marsh. She repressed her past because of some fucking traumatic memories she couldn't even remember, so she could just deal with them.

Eventually she stopped worrying about the lost memories. She was making plenty of great new memories with her aunt and her amazing friends, but Bev couldn't help but feel like she was missing a big chunk of her heart. A space she just couldn't seem to fill no matter what she tried putting there. She still woke up screaming every once in a while. Not nearly as frequently as when she first arrived. Her therapist told her she was healing.

She was told that someday she may even get back her lost memories, but she couldn't help but sit up in her bed when she woke up from her terrifyingly real nightmares and think, are any of these things in my dreams actually memories? Her therapist told her that the clown monster that haunted her nightmares was probably some kind of metaphor for something, but the blurry faces of smiling little boys stuck with her. She always felt like she wanted to be smiling with them too.

Beverly was known to take on life like a bull by the horns. Fiery and passionate. This passion was noticed by a man named Tom Rogan. He was drawn to it like he was a moth and her red hair was a flame that he danced around. They both had an interest in design. Beverly had a talent and drive that was otherworldly. He had to have her. So he took her. All of her.

They started a clothing line together and were married.

Beverly felt strangely at home with him. Especially when he was cruel. She didn't like it. She hated it when he got like that, but it was familiar. She always told herself that it wasn't so bad. That he loved her, he just got mad sometimes. Something about him connected her to her past and she couldn't seem to let that go.

Her best friend, Kay, didn't agree. She saw Tom like a boiling pot. No matter how much it was watched, if it was left to boil, it would overflow. She was terrified of what might happen.

#tw child abuse mention #losers club #it stephen king #it 2017 #it by stephen king #fanfiction #long post #sunnywrites #the process of forgetting #ao3

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year ago

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It's Mike time baby, he needs some love

-Mike and Bill take scenic drives all the time. In the book Mike's dad would send him to different places around Derry to find or see cool or interesting things and because of that Mike found a lot of great views and he and Bill would take his truck to those spots and just read or talk or cuddle together. Mike is a very astute observer of his friends and so whenever he notices that something's bothering Bill, he whisks him away to these beautiful spots he finds.

-Bev loves to take Mike on days out. She calls them "Adventures". She loves finding new restaurants or coffee shops they've never been to or seeing indie movies she's never heard of at local theaters. Even in a clown-less universe, Mike still spent a lot of his formative years working on the farm instead of having fun so she's trying to make up for that now for him.

-Mike and Eddie take random classes all the time. They love picking up new skills. It started when Eddie got everyone CPR certified and they saw an ad for a cooking class on the way out and they're the only ones interested. Then follows knitting and gardening and dance and so on.

-Mike and Richie both took a gap year before heading to college. They didn't feel ready and so instead they went on a cross-country road trip together. Mike had seen so little in his life and he was so excited. Richie took enough polaroids to fill two albums and was in charge of the music. Mike picked all the stops and was adamant they see every dumb local attraction they could.

-Stan gets Mike incredibly invested in birdwatching as a hobby. At first Stan thought he kept offering to go with him because he's kind, but Mike eventually started getting his own gear and his own bird book, he packed them lunches, and then he found them a local group of birdwatchers for them to join. They stand out a bit as 20-somethings in a group made up of seniors, but that doesn't bother them. Stan still insists they go with just each other about half of the time though.

-One year for Mike's birthday, Ben built him a chicken coop in their backyard. He knew that Mike was happy to be in the city with his friends, but that he was definitely a bit homesick for the farm. Ben helped him hatch some chicks and raise them. They both cried tears of joy when their first chick hatched. Each of the Losers got to name one. The Loser's cook only with Mike's eggs from that day forward.

Rose everytime you grace my inbox it's absolute blessing- and to bring some love for Mike while you're at it <33 aaaaa okay okay

-Mike is so the guy to take long rides to clear his head and I'm happy to think about him including Bill on them. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they listen to music, and other times they just drive in silence with the windows rolled down and breathing in all that open space

-I read this point and the first thing that popped into my head was that 'treat yourself' meme and yes these two do that. They treat themselves to new restaurants and experiences but i can also see them being thrift shop buddies? They've definitely done the bit where you go to like goodwill and pick out silly outfits for the person you're with. They have a good time with it

-Eddie and Mike taking random classes is top tier. Yes they both know how to make pottery, knit, scrapbook and they've taken at least one intro class of a foreign language. It's just fun and sometimes they'll flip a coin to see what's the next class they're going ot.

-Speaking of scrapbooking that came in real handy with this one. Mike and Richie taking a cross country road trip aaaa. I can see Mike sitting in the passenger seat with a map and circling every little tourist trap he wants to go to and him and Richie both being genuinely excited over the littlest things, it's such a sweet image <3

-Stan and Mike birdwatching :( Mike loves animals so of course he'd actually get excited about this and the boy already loves to learn so he eat ups every fact Stan gives him about birds. And honestly these are the two losers that would hang out with a group of seniors- it's very on brand for them. Stan already dresses like an old man and all the old ladies love Mike bc he's so charming. Stan may or may not be jealous.

-Something about how Mike and Ben are already kinda seen as the 'mother hens' of the losers and then them raising actual chickens...and yes Mike has all the kisses for Ben when he sees that chicken coop and the chicks they hatch might as well be their actual children let's be honest

#aaaaa always a pleasure rose!#excited to see what you'll drop in my inbox next #thanks for the ask rose!#sam answers asks #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #poly losers club #it 2017 #it 2019 #hanbrough #hanzier #hanslon #mikverly

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sky4cherry · 2 months ago

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do you have any hcs for brill and marcia?? like how does he react with her sticking up for cherry? does he find out about marcia’s secret little crush on two-bit even though she’s with trip? what are his thoughts? i never see anything about marcia and the soc boys lol

guys don’t hunt me down and water board me but i 🧍 i fuck w marcia and trip as a couple 🧍 DON’T GET ME WRONG I LOVE MARBIT BUT I FUCK WITH TRIP AND MARCIA

okay so i think brill definitely understands why marcia jumped to cherry’s defence, given that they are literally best friends and marcia evidently is one of the most loyal people to ever exist

that being said, brill is like the number 1 victim of peer pressure

he definitely understands her perspective, but he doesn’t know what to do with the feelings he’s had since witnessing bob’s death, so he’s allowing beverly to guide him while also viewing paul as the new leader of their group

i haven’t put a lot of thought into their dynamic yet but most of how i view them consists of brill and marcia both being the one to scold chet when he does something dumb 😭

like i said in my brill hcs, he gets invited to girls night bc he’d literally start frothing at the mouth if he had to be away from bev for too long, so they do spend a considerable amount of time together!!

i think marcia’s obviously on the quieter side (unless she’s drunk or has heard the most mouthwatering gossip you’ve ever known) while brill seems to be a very positive guy (aka barton smiles a lot) so i think their dynamic would be super interesting!! they would balance eachother out super well which is why he can understand her loyalty to cherry

hypothetically if marcia was to have a crush on two-bit that brill found out about,,

he’s giving her such disgusted side eyes bc “you literally have a boyfriend but also HIM??? raise your standards but also don’t because you have a boyfriend”

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders broadway #clark brillstein my little blorbo #clark brillstein #the outsiders brill #the outsiders marcia

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cherry bomb pt 3 - glen mcreynolds x reader SMUT

everybody wants some 2016 - glen mcreynolds x reader SMUT

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes glen McReynolds, captain of the team's interest.

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As the sun rose, Glen slowly woke up. His head was sore and his throat dryer than sand. He placed his hands along the rough wood of the closet finally looking up at the line of baseball uniforms and stinky shoes. "Shit." He groaned, his bone cracking as he got up from her makeshift bed. He slowly opened the door letting the sunlight in. His eyes squinted but he carried on walking out seeing the bottles and cups covering the floor. "fuck" he muttered. The entire house was trashed. He could hear the team in the living room so he decided to follow hoping (Y/N) would be awake. "Morning boys." He grumbled collapsing on the sofa with a thud. "Is (Y/N) still asleep?" he asked not taking his head out the cushion. "As if you care." With the sound of an angry Kenny, he looked back up at his friend's face red with anger. "The fuck?" he questioned. As he got back up, he noticed everyone around him, Jake, Plummer, Finn, coma and Nesbit all had sour faces. "What happened? Is it (Y/N)?" he asked quickly hoping she was okay, and he was just panicking himself. "don't you remember what you did?" Jake asked his usual cheerful voice low. He shook his head lightly turning back towards Kenny. "How can you not remember?! You fucked another girl last night. I knew you were an asshole, but this is a whole new level for you Mac."

Glen processed the memories he had of last night, everything seemed to be there. No holes, no gaps nothing. "Now I didn't," he stated making Finn roll his eyes. "We all heard you. You had a girl screaming your name in your room with the door locked. Come on man just own up." Finn took a swig of his coffee. "I never went to bed last night." He growled. He was quickly getting angry he knew what the truth was, and he didn't like being called a liar. "I fell asleep in the fucking closet, next to your rotten shoes Coma." His teammate rolled his eyes in disgust not believing him in the slightest. "Kenny dude how could I have gotten in I didn't have the key." He turned back towards his roommate. "But I don't have the key anymore Glen. And only you knew where it was in my back pocket. It's now gone." The captain stood up with a stomp emptying all his pockets to find nothing but bottle lids and a crumpled-up joint. "I," he took a step, "don't," he took another step rage almost bubbling over. "Have it." the group held their silence as Glen marched towards the stairs begging for the door to open, but it didn't. Kenny followed close behind him finally realising the door was still locked from the inside.

"Did (Y/N) hear it?" he asked with fear threatening to escape his lips. All Kenny could do was nod his head lightly making Glen sigh almost holding back the tears. "We heard a girl moaning your name. Glen, please be honest. What happened last night."

"I told you Roper, (Y/N) went to get me a water and I tried to follow her. I fell into the closet and couldn't get back up. So, I fell asleep. I didn't go upstairs. Not once." Glen tried desperately to hold back the tears but failed to know his girl was probably at home alone crying from a broken heart. "I couldn't...I wouldn't hurt her like that." He stuttered. Kenny quickly moved his friend to the roof sitting the pair on the picnic chairs that had made their home on the homemade 'balcony.' Roper places the phone in Glen’s lap holding the cord to not get it tangled. "Call her quick." He ordered.

Bev and (Y/N) sat in her studio apartment, the low volume of her record playing the same song they danced to a month ago. She hadn't changed the record since that night and knew now she needed to but just couldn't reach her hand out to do it. couldn't or wouldn't? She didn't care anymore. "Come on (Y/N) you need to shower," Bev begged turning her friend’s shower on letting the steam out to try and tempt her with the heat. "Okay." (Y/N) muttered taking baby steps into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She slowly stripped off the clothes she wore the night and the red lingerie she had planned to gift him. She ripped it off hastily and stepped in ridding herself of that night. As (Y/N) cried on the wet tiles, Bev tidied up the apartment from their night of sorrow. She felt for her friend knowing how broken her heart felt. With a ring of the phone, Beverly sprung up quickly going to answer so (Y/N) wouldn't panic. "Hello? Beverly speaking." She answered picking up the sweet wrappers off the bed.

"Bev please it’s Glen (Y/N) there." Her eyes widened in shock from hearing his strained voice. She almost felt bad for him before snapping out of it quickly. "She not available." She spoke monotoned. "don't lie to me, Bev. Please I didn't do anything last night."

"Like hell, I'm gonna believe that Glen. Everyone heard you. Clear as day moaning with another girl who was moaning your name. explain that, Glen."

"Please Bev just-"

"Now don't bother. Be grateful I promised her I wouldn't tell her dad. don't call her don't come near her. Just leave her alone." She slammed the phone down with a bang quickly going to unplug it. the room fell silent the only sound being the business seniors muffled cries.

The phone line ended like a flat line to Glen’s heart. He held himself back from launching the machine over the roof. "Fuck!" he shouted deciding on the picnic chair instead, sending it down the ground with a crash. "I gotta fix this." He muttered, "How the fuck am I gonna fix this." He groaned. "Can I even fix this?" the tears quickly fell once again as Kenny pulled his captain up. "I don't know man but you’re gonna. We’re gonna find out who is or was in that room and we’re gonna sort this out. Okay?" the dark-haired senior nodded his head slowly calming down as his friend held him tight. "Thank you. For believing me." He muttered. Kenny smiled lightly. "If that door wasn't still locked, I wouldn't believe you."

Word spread around campus about what happened at the baseball house, and it was hard on (Y/N). The girls that were once insulting her were now laughing at her. She distanced herself from the team and the house asking her dad to put her on a different job till the situation was calmer. Her dad was the worst for igniting her anger. He begged her every day to kill Glen for what he did but ordered him to let her handle it. he hated seeing his baby girl sad because of a stupid boy. But he was a stupid boy to her. She loved him. and she didn't want to admit it to anyone. Not anymore.

She distracted herself with work and studying sitting in the canteen with Bev every meal. Beverly watching her like a hawk was annoying, but she knew the freshman meant well. She wanted to make sure her friend was eating well and not hiding from the world. "(Y/N) Come one... at least try and eat something other than chicken salad," Beverly begged to push a sandwich and a slice of apple pie towards her friend. "I'm trying Bev." She muttered not daring to look at the plate and focusing entirely on her study book. Glen watched intensely from the other side of the canteen, his once smug attitude was dead and replaced with a mess of a man. his pain only got worse as he watched her. her once dazzling eyes were now dull almost lifeless, and her skin was dull also like all the sunlight she used to radiate off her was gone.

As the rest of the baseball group sat down, he stood up. he had no control over his legs, but he knew he had to do something. He couldn't sit there and watch her break herself over his stupid actions. "(Y/N)." He spoke softly breaking the gloomy trance she had over herself. She refused to look up her (H/C) hair covered her face from him. "Please, baby. Let me explain what happened." He begged. As he sat down, she stood up shooting off like a bullet. As Bev and the team watched Glen Chase after her they felt the emotions of their two friends, like an aura clouding over them. Beverly looked towards Jake in confusion, but he shook his head, signalling her to leave them to it he turned back to his teammates each one not saying a word.

The halls were empty except for the two teens. Glen finally caught up, grabbing hold of her shaking hand like he used to do. the only difference was now she shook her hand out of his grip breaking his heart. "don't touch me." She stuttered not once missing a step towards the campus exit. "Cherry baby please." She quickly turned around shoving him away. He stared in shock as she finally looked up at him. her eyes were clouded with sorrow tear steams stained her skin. "Just stop it! you've done enough." Her voice was croaky like she hadn't drunk all day, she was defeated. And so was he. He let her go down the hall, not wanting to cause her any more pain.

The next few days were a blur for the broken couple. (Y/N) buried herself into Oz and Glen into figuring out who was the one in his room. The team had sat themselves down in the canteen once again on a miserable Friday afternoon. The rain poured down heavily on the field cancelling practice for that evening. Once again (Y/N) and Beverly sat across the canteen, their table now full of different art pieces for the party they were roped into. "I just don't get it, man." Plummer grumbled, "Why would some random guy come to a party and have sex with a girl in your room specifically? Assuming that the guy isn't called Glen because that would be too much of a coincidence, who would gain anything from breaking you two up?" the group shook their heads not being able to think of anyone outside their friend group. The couple barely entertained other people outside the baseball team. (Y/N) friends being the only ones outside the group but none of them would want to hurt (Y/N) like that. Not even the jealous girls that bad-mouthed her could conjure up a plan like that.

"Maybe we’re too friendly," Finn murmured, his eyes focusing on something coming towards them. Finn picked something out of his pocket jingling a key as the boys watched him with shock plastered on their faces. The missing room key that hadn't been seen since Glen put it in Kenny's pocket "Maybe it's one of our own. The boys found it in the other house last night" His orbs focused again as someone sat down next to them. "Afternoon Niles," Finn muttered eyeballing the rest of the group in silent agreement. He must have done something. The key to a bedroom in the wrong house. but the only one out of the entire team who lived in the other house and had a grudge against Glen and (Y/N). "Sup," Jay mumbled wolfing down his meal. "I didn't see you for most of the party Jay?" Kenny asked pretending to take an interest in the weirdo’s night. "Yeah, the man had a girl on my dick instantly." He gloated. Glen watched the group shocked plastered on his face for a split second before he attempted to mask it. his once sickly skin had turned red with rage, but he kept taking deep breaths until he could confirm their suspicions. "Hi, Glen."

The group quickly turned their attention to the voice, not recognising it. or the person it came from. A girl. A cute freshman girl dressed in a Texas college jumper and flared jeans with thin-rimmed glasses and chocolate brown skin decorated with darker freckles. "I enjoyed the other night at the party. You never called me back?" the girl's words were directed not at Glen but at Jay shocking the guys and some stared on in confusion. "I'm sorry who are you," Alex asked. "Oh, sorry I'm Paisley. Glen invited me to the party Saturday night." The girl pointed towards Jay smiling lightly but the group did not. "Glen?" Alex and Nesbit pointed towards both Glen and Jay confusing the poor girl. "Yeah, Glen." She muttered pointing towards Jay. Glen watched on, the rage bubbling up as he quickly put two and two together and sprung up. "Your fucking dead Detroit." He shouted earning the attention of everyone in the room including (Y/N). Niles quickly got out of his seat racing down the hall to not get caught by his captain. the group stayed behind in the canteen offering a seat to a very confused Paisley.

It took glen a lot of strength not to kill his teammate knowing that if Niles went to the coach covered in bruises he'd be off the team. But now he knew what happened. Now he could prove he was innocent. "Your gonna tell her what you did." He ordered slamming Jay into an empty wall hoping he harmed the transfer student. "Like hell, I will." He spat. "Oh, you’re gonna. Or I'm gonna tell coach exactly what you've been up to. I'm gonna tell her father what you did." He pointed his rough finger into his chest pushing it between his ribs in a jabbing motion. "I don't give a shit if we lose the house. I'm not losing her because of you." The group finally joined the two. Finn yanked Mac into his arms with a tight grip. "Calm down Mac." He muttered as the rest of the boys faced Niles with fury. "Calm down Mac, paisley's agreed to tell (Y/N) at the Oz party. It's all gonna work out fine." The captain sighed heavily releasing himself from Finn’s grip. "It's gonna be an okay dude." He nodded his head lightly rubbing his eyes to hide the tears threatening to fall. "I swear to go Niles. Why the fuck would you do something like this." Jake growled. "(Y/N) has been nothing but nice to us from day one." Jay rolled his eyes pushing the teammates off him as he waved his arms around like a flag. "Oh, please she's distracted. All she does is sway her hips and bat her lashes and Mac's gone like fucking road runner. It's pathetic." The captain rolled his eyes with a groan. "Seriously. You did this cause your jealous?!" he shouted. "Whatever man." as the asshole teammate walked away anger radiating off his body glen held himself back throwing Nile's books in his direction. "The boys have filled me in on what happened Glen." He heard Paisley stutter watching the poor manipulated girl cover her tears. "Believe me I had no idea." Glen pulled himself together pulling the small girl into a tight hug hoping to bring her some sort of comfort. "I'm so sorry for Niles. He won't be doing anything like this again. Especially unpunished."

"What the hell do you wear to an art party?" Nesbit groaned pulling everything out of his wardrobe in a huff. "I don't know do colour, patterns nothing boring., Finn replied trying to ignore everything other than Kenny and Glen as they spoke. "Jake said she's doing a tent for Bev, so you'll have to wait till she's finished whatever she's doing. That'll give you time to get Paisley there and time to figure out what you’re gonna say afterwards." Glen buckled his leather belt up tightly keeping his main focus on his breathing to keep himself calm. "I already know what I'm gonna say." He muttered. "And that is?" Jake asked hanging the phone up and placing it on the side. "That I love her." each boy tilted their head in surprise at the three words. Frozen in place the team held shocked grins. "Seriously?" Alex muttered. "No Alex I'm gonna tell Cherry it was all a sick prank. Of course, I'm gonna tell her I love her." Jake quickly picked up a shirt from Mac's wardrobe brushing the fabric with his hands before holding it out to the senior. "Wear green. She's going as poison ivy." He ordered handing it to his captain with a proud nod. In a normal circumstance, he would be thinking how sexy Shell look dressed as the DC villain hoping to end the night fucking her in her costume. But tonight, all he thought about was her heart, praying to God, she's take it all okay and be with him again. It was a long shot in his eyes, but he knew he would do anything to get his cherry back. "Do you love her Mac?" Dale asked placing his weights down on the ground to join the rest of the group. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't," he confessed. "Cherry had me wrapped around her fingers the moment she stepped out of that van." Smiling widely the group proudly congratulated their captain as they all started to pile into their cars ready to go. "Cherry?" Finn asked skipping the congratulations and jumping straight into his curiosity. "Why do you call her cherry? you've called her that since you started dating." Glen sighed feeling his heart murmur remembering his love for her intimate tattoo. "don't worry about it." he smirked hoping he'd be able to wrap his hand around her arousing ink.

(Y/N) and Beverly split up as soon as they entered the party, their tents being on the opposite side of the land the house surrounded. The house was probably the same size as the baseball houses, but they were completely different decoration-wise. Covered a variety of artwork that stayed up all year round. The land was the same with performers scattered everywhere. From artists, and performers to actors. Everyone had a particular talent to display tonight and tonight (Y/N) wasn't going to be one of them. Although she had fully gotten over what happened the last weekend, she had sucked it up for Bev knowing the girl had wasted an entire week helping her get over the heartbreak. (Y/N) quickly made her way to the plant-filled tent. It was decorated entirely based on the plant villain covered in vines plants and tables full of fruit and plant-decorated sweets. She didn't know what the tent was meant to be for, but she knew her task was simple enough for her to do for the next two hours. She situated herself on the green velvet chair waving lightly to the other two girls she was working with. One dressed as a cat woman, the other batswoman. The two girls grabbed hold of platters feeding (Y/N) as seductively as they could put on. The tent quickly flooded with people as the music turned on and the buffet down below was slowly being emptied. She got quite a few looks from people, some saying she looked sexy and others admiring her costume. She couldn't lie she loved the tight corset bodysuit and matching thigh tall boots. It made her feel powerful. For once.

"Okay you know the plan, right?" Glen asked making sure Paisley was still behind him as the group split off. "Find her tent, find her, explain and leave you to it." she smiled brightly doing her little mind prayer for the couple. "Thank you again for this." He muttered his eyes darting across the tent knowing the shed to be in a green one. "No thank you for the chance to explain it to her. I can't believe I got roped into something like this." The two wandered the field almost lost until they spotted the lit-up emerald tent in the corner of the land. "Ready?" she asked pulling her skirt down as she started her run towards their location. He quickly joined her making sure to keep breathing.

The drug-like feeling quickly for (Y/N) vanished as the tent door opened again. Glen slowly stepped inside. She couldn't deny he looked good, neatly groomed, in tight black trousers black dress shoes and a dark green button-up coincidentally matching her colours tonight. He stopped at the sight of her, his breath hitching as she took a cherry from the grip of the batswoman. She had one leg resting on the ground and the other leaning up the side of the velvet chair showing off the tattoo he loved so much. He slowly stepped forwards looking behind him to make sure Paisley hadn't gotten lost before continuing his track to get his girl back. (Y/N) stood her ground begging herself to ignore him and continue with what she promised shed do for Bev. "(Y/N)." He muttered getting as close as he could to her before the two other girls stood in front of her. "that's far enough civilian." The cat woman hissed keeping in character even if she knew why he was there or not. "(Y/N) Please let me talk just for a minute." He begged. She continued to ignore him as the bat woman climb on top of the chair joining her in their seductive performance. Glen ignored the two other performers focusing entirely on his cherry. "If you still don't believe me afterwards, I'll leave you alone. I'm begging you." The girl sighed heavily spitting out the cherry stone and throwing it in the bin beside her. (Y/N) quickly eyed the girl by Glen seeing her hopeful eyes glitter with the catch of the light. "Please (Y/N)" the girl stuttered as if she was begging the senior to give him a minute of her time. "I'll be back." She spoke to the two girls, they quickly changed positions to carry on the show. Glen and Paisley followed (Y/N) out of the tent getting as far as she could from the music to be able to hear him. He watched her intensely her all-matching outfit was giving him a tough time downstairs, especially the thigh tall boots and matching gloves that were decorated with ivy leaves and vines. He had to make a mental note for her to keep the costume for later use. That was if she took him back.

"What do you want Glen?" she groaned folding her arms to cover her voluptuous chest. He gulped heavily mustering the courage to get his words out. "I know it looks really bad, Cherry. Believe me, I know. But I can prove it wasn't me in the room." She rolled her (E/C) heavily before turning to the girl that stood behind Glen. "I'm guessing this is the girl." She mumbled. "(Y/N). My name is Paisley. Believe me, I'm just as pissed off as you are." The senior unfolded her arms in confusion resting her weight on her other foot. "I was the girl in the room that night. But I wasn't having sex with Glen. Well, I was but it wasn't with this Glen." (Y/N) furrowed her brows as she looked towards her ex in confusion once again. "Jay told me his name was Glen and took the bedroom key to have sex it there. He wanted to trick you into thinking Glen cheated. He tricked us both (Y/N) I promise I'm not that type of girl I would never have done anything so nasty" Her eyes switched from confusion to shock before Paisley continued the story. "I didn't find out till yesterday. That's what all the shouting was about in the canteen. I'm so sorry this happened."

Before Paisley could continue (Y/N) wrapped her gloved hands around the girl’s shoulders pulling her into a tight hug. "Are you okay?" She asked completely ignoring her own mixed emotions to comfort the poor girl who had been pulled into the rivalry between the couple and Jay. "I'm fine. I'm angrier than anything. We still don't get why he did it." the two girls let go of each other. "He probably wasn't thinking knowing Niles. Acts before he thinks the type of guy." The two laughed lightly before Paisley fixed her clothes. "I'm gonna leave you to it." she smiled. "Thank you again, Paisley," Mac spoke watching the girl join the rest of the group in their pussy patrol.

The captain turned back towards his girl waiting for her to show any sign of what she was thinking. "Where were you?" she asked, "I went looking for you and I couldn't find you anywhere." The boy sighed holding back a laugh at the memory. "I went to follow you into the kitchen but fell in the closet. I couldn't get back up, so I just fell asleep." (Y/N) giggled quietly imagining him cramped up in the tiny baseball closet. He gained some confidence, stepping towards the girl he had fallen in love with. "I'm so sorry (Y/N)." He spoke. She shook her head lightly pulling him close for comfort. "I should have let you explain what happened." He took shook his head wrapping his muscular arms around her tight. "don't dare apologise. I would have thought the same thing." His lips brushed the top of her head placing butterfly kisses down her parting. "I love you, Cherry."

Her orbs turned towards him in astonishment before smiling lightly at his tender words. "Really?" she questioned. "of course, I do." the girl's smile widened further pulling as close as she could get him. "I love you too." She stuttered tears threatening to fall for the hundredth time that week. "don't cry, baby." He spoke. Glen quickly pulled her lips into his own, sparks shooting out their bodies from the long awaiting touch of each other. Their lips moved in sync before he bit down forcing a gasp from her throat. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue to meet hers dancing for dominance. "Let's go home," she mumbled pulling herself away. "What about the tent?" he asked brushing her red-sprayed hair out her face. "I'm sure Bev will understand when she finds out what happened." He nodded his head finally deciding on spending the night with her in his home, alone. The couple quickly raced to his car driving as fast as he legally could back home.

The two lovers tumbled their way up the staircase not wanting to break away from each other as he grabbed the doorknob. Finally, the door swung open, and Glen took the opportunity to reel his arms under her picking her up and throwing her on the waterbed. The mattress jiggled making the girl forced to steady herself. "You really wanna do this?" he asked pulling her velvet boots off her feet slowly and seductively. She nodded her head pulling him close by his matching green shirt. "I planned on doing this last week." She confessed slipping her head under his jaw and kissing his neck heavily leaving purple marks where she displayed her ownership of him. He groaned loudly as he gripped her hips feeling the fake leaves attached to her body suit. "Forget about last week," he spoke going for her zip. "Focus on right now." He took the zip down her back letting her skin breathe as the fabric fell slightly. "Nothing is gonna interrupt us." He smiled allowing the fabric to completely fall onto her lap.

He pushed her lightly signalling her to move back allowing him space to finally join her on the bed. He quickly took his shirt off as he watched her move the fallen fabric alongside his shirt adding her gloves to the pile as well. His green eyes couldn't leave her chest. They were perfect like they were carved by a skilled sculptor. He could see that her nipples were erect already lightly brushing his fingers along the darker parts of her skin. "Your so fucking beautiful." He breathed quickly working his belt out his jean loops. (Y/N) smiled lightly shimming closer to his body to allow herself to touch his chest feeling along the course chest hair and muscle. Her other hand joined in pulling him closer, so their chest touched together like pieces of a puzzle. Glen pulled his jeans off leaving the two in just their underwear. "Your 100%," he asked again locking his lips with hers once again. "Yes. Please, Glen." She begged.

After his final check, Glen pushed her down, the bed shaking heavily as he moved his weight to surrounding her. He locked her body under his own trailing messy kisses from lips, neck to chest. He focused on her breathes watching her breast jump with her heartbeat. As his lips and facial hair brushed her nipple, she whimpered almost begging him to hurry up and grant her the pleasure she was hoping for last week. And he did so, locking his lips around her breast and squeezing the mound with his large hand. "Fuck." He groaned, listening to her moans of approval for what he was doing to her.

his lips trailed lower and lower meeting his hands to hook her black panties down. "I've been dreaming about being this close to you. Ever since I saw your pretty tattoo." He confessed. "it's in the perfect place to put my hand while I fuck you with my tongue." His words had her lost in lust, the feeling of wetness pooling between her folds. He did as he said he would, placing his hand on her tattoo and parting her lips with his digits. Before could fully comprehend what was happening, he quickly devoured her arousal his tongue painting circles along her sensitive bud. "Fuck, Cherry." He groaned as she pulled tightly on his dark hair holding back her moans in embarrassment. "Stop holding back. I wanna hear it all," he ordered, his tongue returning to her pussy tongue fucking her as she let out a cry in shock. "There we go." The vibrations from his voice echoed through her almost to the point she would finish. But knowing it was barely the beginning of what Glen had planned for her she held it back as much as she could.

(Y/N) quickly took control, pushing the baseball player away from what would assume was the fountain of youth with the groan that left his gaping mouth. "Get up." She whispered laying on her stomach, her ass sticking out. He quickly got up putting his weight on his knees as her dainty hands wrapped themselves around his length. Her lush lips locked on his tip swirling a mixture of precum and spit before swallowing as much of him as he could. "Holy fuck." He gasped holding back the urge to rock his hips into her mouth. He watched her work her magic, rubbing the portions she couldn't get into her mouth sticking to a speed she got the most moans out of him. She moaned giving him the same treatment he did to her making him groan. "Stop." At his words (Y/N) quickly sprung up with worried plastered on her face. "Did I do something wrong?" she stuttered making him laugh lightly Glen quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly flipping the two, so he was now laid down with her on top. "No sweet. I just didn't wanna cum in your mouth." He smiled adjusting her hips, so she was placed perfectly above the tip of his cock. Glen looked into her lust-filled eyes awaiting approval. With an eager nod, he pushed her down, groaning as he felt her body clench around him. "Holy shit." She moaned.

(Y/N) couldn't get her mind to wake up, she was in a state of bliss. But as soon as Glen started to move her body finally created a motion of pleasure between the two. The room filled with the sounds of the two-moaning mixed with their skin smacking against each other as he picked up the pace. The quickened rhythm sent her body into overdrive forcing her to hold back her orgasm until she knew glen was closer. His hands travelled up her body clutching on any sort of flesh he could, hips, thighs or breasts. Glen brought his lips to join his hands leaving mark after mark on her neck and chest. The new purple bruises formed quickly turning him on further with the idea of the team knowing to whom she belong. "You gonna cum baby?" he groaned picking up the pace. She nodded her head heavily syncing her moans with his. "Use your words Cherry or ill slow down." (Y/N)'s eyes looked down towards him as he nuzzled her neck slamming into her tight little cunt as she squeaked out, "I'm so close Glen. I wanna cum on your cock." He groaned heavily forcing his orgasm back as she let go of her own. As her pussy tightened, he carried on his pace knowing she would be a lot more sensitive now. And he was right. "Glen it's too much." She stuttered her thighs shaking against his muscular ones. With a hard groan, Glen quickly flipped her overshooting his load into her stomach with a squeak from her. "Fuck." He groaned. She smiled with a deep breath she didn't even realise she was holding watching him look down at her messed stomach like it was a piece of art. "was it worth the wait?" she asked wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Fuck yeah it was." He smiled slowly standing himself up to grab his boxers and wiping his mess from her skin. "That was the best sex I've ever had." He admitted making her smile grow. "Good." He could tell from her voice she was exhausted making him get his clean-up job done quickly and wrap her up in his arms securely. "I love you (Y/N)." He muttered resting his head in the crook of her hot neck. "I love you too Glen." He replied sending them both into a deep slumber.

The sounds of birds chirping made (Y/N) wake up the next day. her body had cooled down but the aches and pains from the events of last night were strong. As she opened her sleep-filled eyes, she took a deep breath getting the scent of the strong cologne she loved so much. She turned her attention to the hairy chest that had her trapped in a strong grip. She knew it was Glen, but she still couldn't help but smile that he was still there, and she didn't dream of the perfect make-up night. She slowly shimmied her way out of his grip quickly heading downstairs with his oversized shirt and boxers covering her body. She went to their locked cupboard going for the breakfast stash they had hidden the first few times she had stayed over. Ignoring the sounds of the teammates around her she started a cooked breakfast of eggs bacon and the amazing store-bought pancakes they almost wolfed down on a very strong edibles night.

"Well good morning miss cherry." At the sound of her special nickname, she spun around seeing Finn and Kenny smiling widely almost hugging her until they noticed her lack of proper clothes. "Morning boys." She smiled. "Before he wakes up," she spoke watching the two sit their asses down on the counter stealing a piece of bacon to share. "Thank you for looking after him this week. I know I probably should have heard him out but knowing you guys were there for him makes me feel less guilty." As she piled the breakfast onto plates offering one for the two to share, Finn and Kenny looked each other in the eye before sighing. "Fuck it." both locked their arms around the frat mother laughing hard as her head buried itself in Fin’s armpit. "We don't blame you for anything that happened as long as you two have made up. You have." She smiled widely looking down at her clothes with a wink. "We certainly did." She confirmed taking Glen’s plate to his room.

With a creak of the door, Glen sprung up hoping to see Cherry. And he did. He smiled brightly and did so wider when he saw the plate of food. "You didn't have to." He spoke gladly taking the plate as she got back under the covers. "But I did." She grumbled into the pillow trying to keep the mattress from wobbling under her weight. "Good morning." The vibrations of his voice made her smile wider. (Y/N) looked up at her lover’s bright green eyes, their once dull colour was now as bright as traffic lights full of love and an adoring gaze. "How are you feeling?" he asked brushing her still tangled hair from her shoulders to check the marks travelling down her chest. "Like I've had the best sex of my life." She giggled racking her hands through his chest hair. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Knowing he had stayed in the bed all night with her sent her body into arousal once again. She had finally found a guy that didn't abandon her late at night or treated her as an equal. and she was incredibly grateful for that.

"How do you feel about the waterbed now?" he joked making her join him in his laughter. "I don't know I might need some more convincing." Glen leaned back into her body trailing the same kiss down the same path from last night. "Well, we have plenty of time to convince you." He replied. "How long do we have?" she asked looking around for the time as he placed the now empty plate on the bedside table. Her attention turned back to him as she left his hard-on pressed against her thigh. "All our lives Cherry." He grinned pulling his body back over her own and pulling the duvet off her perfect body. "All of our lives."

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This is my Losers Club playlist and my headcannons for each song

•Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana- The Losers have this on their hideout mixtape, Richie knows every word.

•Washing Machine Heart, Mitski- Eddie listens to this on his own and thinks of Richie. Ben thinks about Bev when he hears it.

•Eddie My Love, The Chordettes- Richie listens to it and thinks of Eddie.

•Freaks, Surf Curse- The Losers put this on their hideout mixtape.

•Wannabe, Spice Girls- Richie makes the Losers sing this at karaoke night, Eddie and Bill sit and watch while the rest of them try desperately to get them to join in. Eventually Bill joins and they all accept that Eddie will never get up there.

•Bust A Move, Young MC- The Losers’ quarry Mixtape, Richie made Bev add it.

•Pumped Up Kicks, Foster The People- The Losers think about the time they beat the shit out of the Bowers Gang during the rock war when they listen to this.

•Still Into You, Paramore- Bev listens to this and jams out in her room.

•Cherry Bomb, The Runaways- Bev showed Richie this song and they both jam so hard whenever it plays. They had to fight the rest of the Losers to get this on the hideout mixtape.

•Somebody’s Watching Me, Rockwell- Bill found this and immediately showed the rest of the Losers, they all loved it but it sort of creeped Eddie out.

•Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper- Richie put this in the hideout mixtape without telling anyone and everyone loved it when it played the first time and now they all jam out when it plays.

•Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears For Fears- Bill loves this song so he made sure it got out on the quarry mixtape

•American Idiot, Green Day- Richie jams out so hard to this alone in his room.

•Mr. Brightside, The Killers- Ben listens to this alone in his room and thinks of Bev and Bill cause he’s a little jealous but won’t admit it.

•Good Old Fashion Lover Boy, Queen- Stan and Eddie listen to this together, they also put it on the quarry mixtape and the Losers all agree Richie is the Lover Boy of the group (for Eddie’s mom of course).

•Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls- Bill listens to this but will not tell anyone.

•Teenage Dirtbag, Wheatus- Richie showed this to the Losers and they all really get into it, they put it on both the quarry and hideout mixtapes.

•Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing, Set It Off- The Losers we’re listening to the radio together and heard this and though of IT.

•Don’t You (Forget About Me), Simple Minds- Ben listens to this and thinks about Bev.

•Should I Stay Or Should I Go, The Clash- The Losers have this on the quarry mixtape, no one remembers who put it on there but they all love it. They have a feeling it was Mike.

•Teenagers, My Chemical Romance- Richie showed this to the Losers and put it on the hideout mixtape.

•I’m Just A Kid, Simple Plan- Bill and Ben each listen to this on their own and when it showed up on the hideout mixtape they both got confused because neither of them put it on there. Turns out Stan heard it and thought it was good and added it.

•Where is My Mind, The Pixies- Eddie showed Richie and Richie told everyone about it.

•Best Day of My Life, American Authors- Mike listens to this and thinks about the day he became part of the Loser’s Club.

•Boy in the Bubble, Alec Benjamin- Eddie listens to this but absolutely will not tell anyone. He found it after a run in with Bowers and when he listens to it he thinks about how he will stand up to Bowers next time.

•Your New Boyfriend, Wilbur Soot- Ben listens to this and thinks about how Bev likes Bill.

•Kiwi, Harry Styles- Richie like to play this and tease Eddie that he’s having his moms baby.

•Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne- Richie plays this in the hideout.

•Basket Case, Green Day- Richie jams to this in the hideout and Mike secretly jams with him

•Cupid’s Chokehold / Breakfast in America, Gym Class Heroes- Richie also teases Eddie about his mom with this song.

•Heroes, David Bowie- The Losers have this on the quarry mixtape.

•Scotty Doesn’t Know, Lustra- Another song Richie sings about Eddie’s mom.

•Psycho Killer, The Talking Heads- The Loser’s listen to this as a hype song before they fight IT.

•My Sharona, The Knack- Bev put this on the hideout mixtape.

•Friday I’m In Love, The Cure- Eddie listens to this and thinks about Richie, Ben thinks about Bev when he hears it.

•It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me, Billy Joel- The Losers have this on the hideout mixtape, no one remembers when it was added.

•Gypsy, Fleetwood Mac- Bev and Ben added this to the quarry mixtape.

•Holding Out For A Hero, Bonnie Tyler- The Losers also have this as a hype song before the battle with IT.

•The Adults are Talking, The Strokes- Stan listens to this and shows Bill and they also listen to it when they’re at each others houses.

•Gloria, Laura Branigan- Ben put this on the hideout mixtape with no shame and the Losers all jam to it

•Come Sail Away, Styx- This showed up on the hideout mixtape and no one ever admitted they put it on there, Bill doesn’t like it at first because he thinks of Georgie but it grows on him.

•Eddie Baby, Flex Hagan & The Family- Richie listens to this and screams the lyrics.

•Mr. Jones, Counting Crows- Stan listens to this when he’s alone, he contemplated showing the losers but thought they wouldn’t like it.

•Six Different Ways, The Cure- Stan and Eddie love this song. They make sure it gets on the quarry playlist even if no one seems to like it.

•Cool Kids, Echosmith- Mike listened to this before he met the Losers, hoping to make some friends. After he joined the Loser’s Club he showed this to the group and they put it on the hideout mixtape

•Everybody Talks, Neon Trees- Richie listens to this song a lot since Stan showed it to him.

•Art Is Dead, Bo Burnham- Eddie made Richie listen to this and Richie is adamant that he doesn’t like it but he secretly listens to it all the time.

•Verbatim, Mother Mother- Richie listens to this and absolutely will not tell anyone.

•Radio Nowhere, Bruce Springsteen- Eddie is a huge Springsteen fan and makes sure this is on both the hideout and quarry mixtapes.

•Gives You Hell, The All-American Rejects- Richie listens to this and thinks of Bowers’s cousin but when he shows the Losers he tells them it’s for Bowers.

•Check Yes Juliet, We The Kings- Ben listens to this and thinks of Bev.

•Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, The Police- Bill thinks about Bev when he listens to this.

•Good Riddance, Green Day- The Losers listen to this together before they all part ways and leave Derry.

•Growin’ Up, Bruce Springsteen- Eddie being the Springsteen fan he is, showed the Losers this and told them how it reminds him of growing up with them and they all find that really amazing and put it on the quarry mixtape.

•I like Me Better, Lauv- Eddie listens to this and thinks about Richie.

•Wonderwall, Oasis- Richie likes to throw this on the hideout mix tape without telling anyone and when it plays the Losers get annoyed and take it off and Richie puts it back on every time to fuck with them.

•Stutter, Marianas Trench- Bill listens to this when he’s alone and one day Bev shows it to him and he acts like he’s never heard it before.

•Radio Gaga, Queen- Ben jams to this and put it on the quarry mixtape.

•Marry You, Bruno Mars- Richie plays this for Eddie and sings at the top of his lung while Eddie blushes hard.

•Burnin’ Up, The Jonas Brothers- Richie makes Mike Listen to this cause he thinks it’s funny to remind him of his parents but Mike absolutely hates it and does not find it funny.

•I’m Still Standing, Elton John- The Losers listen to this a lot after they beat IT the first time.

•Hooked On A Feeling, Blue Suede- The Losers jam to this at the quarry, they also love to do it at karaoke night.

•Never Gonna Give You Up, Rick Astley- Richie constantly Rick Rolls the Losers.

•Road To Nowhere, The Talking Heads- Bill rides Silver around Derry and listens to this, he shows it to Eddie and Stan and they all jam to it.

•I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself, Elton John- Stanley plays this to the Losers when he’s getting sick of their shit.

•99 Red Balloons, Nena- Another of the Losers’ hype songs

•The Story, Brandi Carlile- Eddie and Richies wedding song

He’s the link to the playlist if you want it :)

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garebearandnan · 1 year ago

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LANGUAGE GUIDE FOR LOVE ISLAND - ISLANDERS VOCABULARY (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1276992159-language-guide-for-love-island-islanders?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ArtAngel8&wp_originator=qKm00Ms6fXXWv9Jgo2Jc7umNAe%2FIP0BUkXp32uZypONFS9hDlG1jzf304GOMw0dneD%2BQlA3gqROjtQ24Ef82vFTubk8YVG5r5v0pPz%2Bo84177epuErHonXUFJvz6GoSI

I hope this DICTIONARY is HELPFUL! I've complied this dictionary from all 9 seasons of Love Island TV show (UK). I remember watching the first few seasons of UK TV series and like wtf on what the Islanders are saying! Then scouring the internet for the meaning. This basically prompted me to compile as comprehensive list as I could from so so many sources.

If there are any words to add, please don't hesitate to let me know! I am sure I will be adding more words when the 2023 UK summer season ends. Especially the sex lingo. Every summer it seems the Islanders try to come up with their own LINGO.

LANGUAGE GUIDE FOR LOVE ISLAND

The Islanders have a very specific language while on Love Island. The words and phrases used by the Islanders have specific meanings within the context of the show.

ISLANDERS VOCABULARY

AGGY. Contestants will use this word to refer to islanders that are angry, agitated, or aggravated. You could say, "She's so aggy today".

BANTER/BANTZ. The act of teasing or kidding, ‘Banter,’ is the existence of high-level rapport between two people. Banter is the hottest commodity in the villa on a show like Love Island, where fit birds and geezers are a dime a dozen. Some islanders pride themselves on their bants (jokes). This is especially popular when trying to graft on with someone.

While banter can be fun, witty chat, the islanders refer to it as the ‘playful and friendly exchange of teasing remarks.’ Islanders either have banter or they don't, and this can be the key difference between whether or not two contestants get flirty with each other and become romantically involved.

BELLEND. A derogatory word.

BELTER. Someone who is really gifted in the looks department.

BEVY/BEV. This new word has been introduced for the 2019 season. Used to describe a hot guy. If he's your boyfriend, he's your bevy, but if he's not your boyfriend, he's a bev.

BIRD. Girls are often called birds.

BISH. BOSH. BASH. Indicating the completion of a task with efficiency.

BODY POPPING: The art of dancing like Drake.

BOMBSHELL. A contestant who enters Love Island after the initial group.

BREADCRUMBING. This term is used when an Islander is talking about being lured by someone. Leading someone on, or playing mind games.

BRUV. Brother, for short, not referring to a blood relative but a friend. Typically used between male islanders.

BUDGIE-SMUGGLERS. Reference to a man's tight-fitting swimming bottoms or swimsuit.

BUNDA. Means a good bum

BUZZIN’. Happy or excited about something, extremely thrilled. (i.e., "We are completely cracking on and having a great time, and bruv, I’m honestly buzzin’. I’m proper buzzin'.")

CAPPING. Means lying. If an Islander says "no cap", that means they're not lying.

CASA AMOR. Definition (from Series 3 on): The second villa either the girls or the boys go to about halfway through every series. New people come to both villas, and it's all about whether you stay with your original person.

CHALLENGE. An official setup game the contestants play that almost never has any substantial consequences. Usually a challenge starts with them running to the little challenge area in slow motion.

CHEEKY. It means fun, brash and cute.

CHIRPSE. To flirt or chat someone up.

CHIVED. To be hacked off or peeved.

CONNECTION. A way of saying you like someone romantically in a deep and meaningful way.

COUPLE. The two-person team contestants are in. A couple shares a bed, competes in challenges as a unit, and can be up for elimination together. Love Island is won by a couple.

CRINGE. It is used to describe the peak awkwardness of a person or situation.

CWTSH. To have a cuddle

DAY DOT. Day one.

DEAD. A word used to add emphasis, such as, "That man is dead fit".

DEAD TING. The term islanders use to describe someone who isn’t attractive or good looking. Can also be used to describe something as boring or dull.

DEFFO. A shortening of the word ‘definitely’.

DICKSAND. Like quicksand, 'dicksand' is what you get caught in when you're totally obsessed with a guy and can't get him out of your head.

DMC. An abbreviation for Deep Meaningful Conversation, often necessary on Love Island whenever one feels insecure, in love, or has fallen into dicksand.

DOGHEAD. A derogatory word for an ugly person.

EXCLUSIVE. When two islanders go 'exclusive' it means that they're only dating each other but still don't have the girlfriend/boyfriend label. It's the stage before going official with each other.

EXTRA. When you take something too far and are overly dramatic about something, over-the-top. (i.e., "Why are you getting so extra about it?")

FANCY. To have a crush or be attracted to someone.

FIT. Good-looking, in ways beyond physical fitness, ‘hot’. (i.e., "That new islander is fit, bruv.")

FLAMES: Very hot.

FISHING. 'Fishing for compliments' when trying to win over your love interest.

FUCKBOY. A male who treats females like garbage. Used in a sentence: “Chris is NOT a fuckboy.”

FUMING. Super angry or really pissed off.

G. Means girlfriend.

GAFF. House (i.e., "My head's all over the gaff.")

GASSED. This means that your excited. According to Urban Dictionary, ‘gassed’ is when one is overwhelmed or cannot hold in the excitement any longer’.

GEEZER. A term of endearment used to refer to a male friend; can also be shortened as ‘geez’.

GIRL CODE. Although girl code is not exclusive to Love Island, it is a term which is regularly used by female contestants. It is used to describe a special female pact/code that should not be broken, even for an attractive man. Hoes before bros, as they say.

GRAFT/GRAFTING. Simply put, grafting means an islander is working hard at getting another islander to like them. If an islander is not putting in the work to find love in the villa, then they won't make it far on Love Island. Grafting, therefore, is essential to the show.

GROWER. In the Love Island villa, a grower refers to someone who can slowly become more confident and outgoing as the series goes on. But it can also refer to a love interest who "grows" on you.

GUTTED. When an islander is gutted, they are emotionally devastated, usually because the person they were seeing has cracked on with someone else.

HIDEAWAY. The room where the contestants are sometimes allowed to go, almost always as a couple, for the purpose of getting away from everyone else. There are still cameras in there. People can do lots of bits.

HUN. Now this one all depends on the tone of voice used when saying it. Although potentially an endearing term of friendship, it can also carry LOTS of sarcasm. After all, ‘I’m not your hun, hun’, went down as one of the best one-liners of the show in 2018 when Eyal hit back at Hayley.

ICK. Simply put, 'the ick' occurs when someone becomes creeped out by the person they're seeing, making it difficult to continue dating them.

INNIT. A word you must often say when you end your sentences, innit.

KNOBHEAD/KNOB. An insult like bellend or dickhead

LIKE. A word used to punctuate sentences. Used in a sentence: “Like, I really am into him, but, like, I’m just not sure if I’m, like, really into him. Like, we get on, but, like, do we really, like, get on? Know what I mean?”

LING. 2022 Social media users reckon it's another way of saying something's 'leng', which is to say, incredibly attractive. Used in a sentence: 'Wow, this villa is ling.'

LIPSING. A new one for 2022. Lipsing is a slang term for kissing. If an Islander says they want to lips someone, it means they want to kiss them.“Have you been lipsing him? Or was there any lipsing?” is a question you'll often hear being asked by the Islanders after dates and each morning.

LIT. A term used to describe when something is amazing.

LOYAL. Describes someone who stays true to their Love Island partnership and friendships. Reassure others that their 'head won't turn' and that they'll stay true to their partner.

MARJ. Marj is slang for mum.

MATE. How every guy will refer to every other guy in the villa.

MELT. A person who is soppy and so into someone else that it's an embarrassing flaw.

MINGING/MINGER. An unsightly, unpleasant, or smelly person or thing. It comes from the word "ming," meaning smelly.

MINT. As in ‘mint condition’, a term used to describe a person, place, or things, superb superficial appearance.

MOVING MAD. This is basically when someone starts to move out of character in the villa.

MUGGY. Like you're trying to play someone or dump them. Go behind their back, or act sneaky, disloyal.

OBVS. A shortening of the word ‘obviously’.

OG. Used to simply mean that something or someone is 'original'—meaning, the first of its kind.

Oi Oi. A way for a large group of men to greet another person they've never seen before.

PENG SORT. Very hot. (Synonyms: Fire, flames, proper fit.)

PIED/PIED OFF. The act of being dumped or ditched without warning. Reject someone. Every islander's worst nightmare is to be pied off on national telly in front of everyone from their nan to their boss. If an islander has been pied off, it means they've been unceremoniously dumped.

PRANGY. A term used for feeling anxious, paranoid, or scared—particularly at the prospect of someone new entering the Love Island villa.

PUNCHING. A shortened version of ‘punching up,’ it is the act of dating out of one's league.

RANTIN’. Engaging in a fierce debate with another islander or just having a good moan about something or someone.

RECOUPLE. One of the biggest causes of stress and constant topics of conversation revolves around ‘recoupling’. Recoupling is where the contestants find out if they will be picked by a fellow contestant or if they will be kicked off the show. The viewing public may be asked to vote on their favourite couples.

ROW. An argument or fight

SALTY. To behave unfavourably towards someone. Used it in a sentence, ‘Why are you being so salty with me?’

SALMON. A way to jump into the pool where you shake your body like a fish.

SAUCE. Your personality, character, and what makes you, well, you, or sex appeal.

SHADE. To throw shade is to make a public show of contempt for someone or something, often in a subtle or non-verbal way.

SITUATIONSHIP. Love Island is full of uncertain romances, where the boundaries are not clearly drawn. ‘Situationship’ is the perfect word to describe this kind of entanglement where there are no labels yet, but it might be assumed to be exclusive.

SLAG. A disgraceful, derogatory term akin to a slut. The Love Island villa is a place of acceptance, forward thinking, and sexual freedom, and thus, slag is one of the worst words one can utter while on the show.

SNAKE/SNAKEY. When someone’s being sneaky, deceitful, or sly behind your back Or right in your face. In the villa, someone is 'snakey' if they make romantic advances towards a coupled up islander.

SNOG. To make out, often with some heavy petting.

SORT. If you’re the right sort, consider yourself lucky. In the land of Love Island, a sort is someone that is considered to be extremely attractive, and therefore, is a compliment of the highest order. (i.e. ‘He’s a right sort’.) If you think someone is a sort they’re probably also your type on paper and you’ll want to graft them after pulling them for a chat and finding out the vibes.

SWIPE RIGHT. Derived from the Tinder function. Refers to the idea that you approve of someone based on their looks.

TING. Someone who you aren't necessarily dating, but someone to have fun with while you are single.

TOSSER. Somehow a little bit more acceptable than wanker, despite the two words having exactly the same meaning.

VIBE. Islanders recount how they're 'vibing with each other' i.e., they're each other's type on paper.

WANKER. An insult. (Synonyms: Dickhead, bellend, or knobhead).

WAVEY. Wavey is just another word to describe someone as good looking. 2019 Casa Amor has new slogans on the walls, including 'wavey', 'catch feelings' and 'buff'.

WEAPON. The use of the word doesn't relate to an illegal firearm, but more of a way of saying someone is the full package. (e.g., "I'm chatting to the new girl in the villa, she's an absolute weapon.")

WIFEY. The term the guys will use to refer to their girlfriend.

ISLANDERS CATCH PHRASES

100% MY TYPE ON PAPER. Phrase used to describe someone who possesses qualities that you initially find aesthetically or otherwise pleasing. Variation: A bit of me.

A BIT OF ME. Someone you're attracted to. The object of one’s affections. 'A bit of me' is a phrase used by Islanders to indicate interest in a fellow Islander, most often soon after a new contestant has entered the villa. Someone tends to announce "He is a bit of me" or "she's a bit of me".

A SORT. A term to describe someone a person finds physically attractive.

AT THE END OF THE DAY. A phrase meaning ‘ultimately’.

BACK YOURSELF. To ‘back yourself’ is to have self-belief or self-confidence. The boys this year seem to like saying ‘you’ve gotta back yourself’ to one another, which is basically them telling each other to believe in themselves. Cute, really.

BYE FELICIA. The term is used by people who don’t care when someone is leaving. The ‘Bye Felicia’ neon sign is aptly placed by the front door of the villa.

CAN I PULL YOU FOR A CHAT. When an islander wants to speak with someone for a private, often more serious conversation, or simply to try and ‘graft’ someone, they’ll say something like "Can I pull you for a chat?" On Love Island, we hear this phrase a lot. (i.e., "I just wanted to go for a chat and see where your head's at").

CAN’T BE ARSED. A state of uncaring, ‘couldn’t care less’; When islanders say they ‘can't be arsed,’ the truth is that they could very well be arsed.

CATCH FEELINGS. Refers to falling in love when you weren't supposed to or starting to like who you were matched with too soon.

CHEESE TOASTIE. A grilled cheese

COULD BE HAPPIER. The type of happiness that's not big enough to stop you from ending things with who you're with in order to get with someone else.

COUPLE UP. Become (or remain in) a couple with someone during a Love Island recoupling

CRACK ON. For two people to pursue each other romantically. The whole point of the show is to crack on with someone. The most compatible couples on Love Island are usually those who have cracked on really well, meaning they've developed quite a romantic relationship.

DBS AKA DO BITS SOCIETY. The Do Bits Society or DBS as it became known later, was a secret members’ club for islanders who had successfully taken part in sexual activities in the villa.

DEAD IT. Means to end something. This could be used when referring to a romance or an argument. 2023 viewers will have seen Kai recently trying to dead his feud with Olivia, although she's refusing to let drop the issue.

DECLARATIONS OF LOVE. The speeches the final four couples’ say to each other at the Love Island prom.

DEEPING IT. You’ve probably heard one or two of 2023 Islanders say ‘I’m not deeping it”. Think of the phrase ‘it’s not that deep’ and it starts to make sense. If an Islander says they’re ‘not deeping it', then they’re not thinking too deeply about something. Nah, too easy.

DIGGING ME OUT. The act of having a dig at someone. Or, if you're reading what 'digging out' means on Urban Dictionary it is MUCH ruder… Used in a sentence: "Why you digging me out forrrrrrrrrrr?

DOING BITS. To fool around in a sexual manner, more than kissing and less than the full shebang.

DOING MY HEAD IN. Somebody or something is bothering/upsetting you and/or giving you a headache.

DROP ME OUT. Essex slang for "Oh My God!" - an expression of disbelief or shock.

DUMPED FROM THE ISLAND. Get eliminated.

EARLY DAYS. It is too soon for you to be completely sure about something

EGGS IN ONE BASKET. The term refers to the act of going all-in on something. Within a Love Island context, this is when a contestant decides to give all your attention to just one other Islander.

END OF THE DAY. An expression signalling that the declarative statement that follows will be a total summation of the matter at hand. A phrase meaning 'ultimately' that shouldn't be used nearly as much as it is.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. Islanders are actually bringing back an old classic this year: 'everything happens for a reason'. This one's pretty self-explanatory, right?

FACTOR 50. Really, really, really try to woo a person.

FANNY FLUTTERS. A tingling or aching sensation that women feel when she is aroused or when they get excited. (When someone has turned you on.)

GET THE HUMP. To become annoyed, perhaps unreasonably so, about one’s current state of affairs.

GET TO KNOW. Talk to someone with an intention of sussing out potential romance. (i.e., "Yeah, I'm very interested in getting to know you. Like, very.")

GOOD CHAT. Phrase used to summarise someone's conversational ability, used like banter (i.e., "He's got good chat")

GOOD CONNECTION. A nice romantic vibe and/or dynamic.

HAVE A CUDDLE. To cuddle, usually with one islander as the big spoon and the other as the baby spoon. Since couples sleep in the same bed, islanders will wonder in the morning whether other islanders ‘had a cuddle’.

IS WHAT IT IS. Expression of defeat when something, usually a relationship, does not go the way you’d want it to, so it must be accepted even if it is undesirable. (i.e., “There's nothing you can do about it”, “It is what it is, innit”). Basically, English for ’c’est la vie.’

I’VE GOT A TEXT! What would Love Island be without this! A saying sure to put the fear in the Islanders, whoever’s been unlucky enough to hear the ping of their phone shouts this out. The common reaction to receiving a text message from the producers, shouted when done correctly, instructing them to do something. Most stick with the classic ‘I’ve got a text’ but former Islander Ovie Soko introduced the shorter and quite honestly refreshing shout of ‘message!’.

I’VE LOST MY HEAD. A way to describe how you are feeling. You've lost control of a situation, you could be a little confused and upset. (i.e., "I've lost my head since he dumped me.")

Je ne c’est quoi. Bringing a bit of European flair to the villa's lingo. If you see someone and they’re your type and you click, and they’ve got that je ne sais quoi.

KEEP HIM/HER/THEM ON THEIR TOES. Keep the relationship in a kind of guessing, fun, non-boring vibe?

KEEPING MY OPTIONS OPEN. This phrase is used when the islanders don't want to commit. If they want to see what happens in the series they will 'keep their options open'.

KICK OFF. Get rowdy through clear anger.

LAY IT ON THICK. Try reeeaaalllyyy hard to graft someone. He has no idea you fancy him; you've got to lay it on thick tonight.

MUGGED OFF. Someone who's been disrespected, deceived, or made to look like a fool for being played. (i.e., "Now I look like an absolute mug".) Being mugged off is a rite of passage on Love Island , but being labelled as muggy is deeply frowned upon. On Love Island, this is typically done by selecting a new partner with little regard for their former one. Most islanders feel mugged off when a presumed friend chats up someone they're interested in. This disloyal friend is then deemed muggy, and their reputation is thus tarnished.

MY HEADS GONE. A phrase said by someone who is struggling to think straight after catching the eye of someone else in the villa and being unsure as to which romantic interest they should couple up with.

MY HEAD’S BEEN TURNED. All of your emotional attachment and attention shifts from the person you may have liked to another, usually a newer islander. This phrase is something no happily coupled islander wants to hear.

MY HEAD IS SCRAMBLED. When Islanders say, "My head is scrambled," they mean that they're confused or not sure what to do. This is usually a result of a new bombshell entering the villa and turning their heads.

MY TYPE ON PAPER. A way of describing a person’s type. The kind of person you're usually attracted to physically. But usually followed by a ‘but’…

NOT BEING FUNNY BUT. A great way to start a sentence when you’re about to be incredibly rude about someone. (i.e., "Not being funny, but… you’re a prick.")

NOT GONNA LIE. A phrase to indicate you're not lying, often filler. (Synonym: If I'm being honest. E.g., “I…not gonna lie, I expected more from this conversation.”)

OH MY DAYS. An exclamation of shock that apparently everyone's agreed to say a lot.

OH MY GOD. A way of showing that a person is excited by something. Used in a sentence: “Oh my god! Can you believe we’re really here?”

ON JOB. 2023. This year’s lot are all about putting in the hours. The boys especially love saying they’re ‘on job’, or telling each other to ‘get on job’; this refers to putting in the hours and grafting to form stronger connections. In other words, they’ve got one job to do – get the girl or boy – so they better get to work.

PRANGING OUT. To behave erratically. (e.g., "I just feel like everyone's pranging out. I'll make some nettle tea.")

PROPER FIT. It’s often used to quantify the level of attractiveness, anger, or horniness. (i.e., "That new islander, is proper fit, bruv.")

PUT IT ON. Flirting. The phrase "put it on" is commonly heard in The Beach Hut confessions or chats between close friends. Typically, an islander will announce they need to put it on as a way of grafting and, ultimately, cracking on with them.

PUT ME IN MY PLACE. Match me in terms of dominance, and give banter back to me equally.

SHOOT YOUR SHOT. Taking the opportunity to tell someone that you are interested in them. (i.e., "You should shoot your shot with him. What's the worst that could happen?").

SQUASH IT. Similar to 'dead it', 'squash it' is normally used when the Islanders are try to end a feud or argument.

STEP ON TOES. Try to get with someone who someone else is already with or likes.

STICK IT ON. Variations: Put it On, Crack On. To graft or make a move on someone an Islander finds physically attractive, either by flirting or by attempting to kiss.

SWIPE RIGHT. Derived from the Tinder function. Refers to the idea that you approve of someone based on their looks.

THE MATH IS NOT MATHING. You may have heard the expression "the math is not mathing" being used in the villa. This means that something is not adding up or doesn't make sense.

THIS IS NOT FRIEND ISLAND. Specifically, what Love Island is not. This phrase is Love Island's version of ‘not here to make friends’.

TO BE FAIR. A common phrase meaning, "I'm about to point out something," or, "I just pointed out something."

TRUE TO MYSELF. Often found in the same sentence of ‘shooting your shot’, if you’re staying true to yourself you’re following your feelings. It should be noted that when an Islander says they have to ‘stay true to myself’ and ‘shoot my shot’, then drama is very likely to be on the way.

WAVEY. Another word to describe someone as good looking.

WE GET ON. Shortened way to say we get on together (i.e., "I get on with her/him.")

WHAT HE/SHE BRINGS TO THE VILLA. The ultimate sign of respect from other islanders. It means the other islanders actually like you and recognize that your personality adds something of value to their cohort. In recouplings and other voting scenarios among Islanders, if you ‘bring a lot to the Villa,’ your chances of staying in the Villa are higher.

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT. The go-to phrase for any islanders wanting to know where someone’s romantic interest is at.

WINDING ME UP. To wind someone up is to annoy someone, usually in a joking or teasing manner. It is often used on the show as, "I was just winding you up" or "You're winding me up."

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. To ask if somebody understands what you are talking about. But most of the time, it’s used as a way to end a sentence.

LAY IT ON THICK. Try really hard to graft someone.

OH MY DAYS. An exclamation of shock. In a moment of exasperation, a much more fun, much more charming way to basically say ‘Oh my god’.

PLAYING THE GAME. Is seen as slimy and as low as it can get. Despite the cash prize and fame at stake, one of the best parts of the show is that the contestants rarely mention the potential windfall.

PRANGING OUT. To behave erratically.

STICK IT ON HIM/HER. To make a move on someone (graft), flirt.

TAKE THE PISS/TAKING THE PISS. To rile, mock, or be a jerk to another person, joking or being serious. Can be used like, "Are you joking?" or "Are you taking the piss?"

WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT. You are asking someone, often in a slightly annoyed way, what they mean.

BEDROOM CODE- SEX LINGO

LACING UP MY BOOTS- which could mean that a guy is ready to have sex with his partner. If you hear the guys saying “1-0” it could mean that they’re talking about a sex act performed on one person and not the other.

2018 DBS (AKA DO BITS SOCIETY). The Do Bits Society or DBS as it became known later, was a secret members’ club for islanders who had successfully taken part in sexual activities in the villa.

2018 THE DRY HUMP SOCIETY. Love Island girls created a society for people who don't do bits. The codes are: Level one- ******* and chat. Level two- normal dry hump. Level three- cock-up the leg.

2020 FOOD CODE. Boys. Avocado- giving oral; Avocada - getting oral; Tomato - giving hands stuff / Tomatah - receiving hands stuff; Toast- meant the full monty aka SEX.

2021 FOOTBALL CODE. The Love Island 2021 boys decided to use football terms as a code for sex in the villa. The codes are: One nil- an act performed on only one person; Handball- Hand stuff; Header- oral/head; and Streaker on the pitch- full on nudity.

2021 NVQ LEVEL. The Love Island 2021 girls decided to use NVQ levels (aka National Vocational Qualification levels) as their code for sex in the villa. The codes are: Entry-level NVQ- a kiss; NVQ1- hand stuff; NVQ2- oral; and NVQ3- Full sex.

2022 BEAUTY SALON. The UK 2022 girls have thought of their very own beauty-themed sex code. This is in a state of opening up for business or closed- if the salon is open, a couple has engaged in sexual acts together. If it’s closed, there has been no under-the-sheets action between them. Beauty salon 2022 code consists of:

Acrylics- Possibly full-on sex.

Blow dry- Oral sex.

The phrase 'blow dry' has been used a fair few times when discussing treatments in the, ahem, salon.

Manicure- A hand-play, hand-job or fingering, depending on which person is giving the manicure. Manicure with mouth- oral.

Pedicure- Possible foot stuff? This may sound outlandish, but considering some islanders (Bobby), apparent propensity for feet it’s entirely possible.

French tips- Normally we'd only refer to our french tips when we're getting a new set of acrylics, but getting french tips in the villa means some sexy time involving your fingers.

Full set- The Islanders might think they're being subtle with their euphemisms but the meanings aren't too hard to work out. As you can imagine, getting a full set means going all the way.

Window shopping- You might've heard some of the Islanders talk about 'window shopping' before they open the salon. In other words, they mean checking out the goods and possibly getting a little bit touchy feely before they commit to a full treatment.

The 2022 boys have had their own scientific code as follows: Pipette: Penis. This can be referred to as either full or empty depending on whether certain, um, acts were completed or not. Bunsen burner: Also penis. Flask: Vagina.

2023- Football warm up. For the 2023 winter season it seems the girls have decided to go going for footie references.Tanya kicked things off (see, we can do sporty references as well) when she told the girls there had been a 'football warm-up' between herself and Shaq in January and before their night in the hideaway happened. One of the girls then asked 'are you ready to start the game' to which Tanya replied: 'I'm not ready to start the game... but I'm liking what it's looking from where I am standing - how the pitch is looking where I'm standing.'

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Counter-protesters blast ABBA at Melbourne anti-trans rally

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/counter-protesters-flock-to-melbourne-anti-trans-rally/

Counter-protesters blast ABBA at Melbourne anti-trans rally

Counter-protesters have outnumbered attendees of a Melbourne anti-trans rally, disrupting speeches by blasting ABBA and the Vengaboys over large speakers.

But Victoria Police said they were “disappointed” eggs and water balloons were thrown at speakers at the “Women Will Speak” rally on the steps of the state’s Parliament House in Melbourne on Saturday afternoon.

About 20 participants – including a Victorian MP, Bev McArthur – from the Women’s Action Group attended and addressed the rally.

The speeches at the “women’s rights” rally, streamed on WAG’s YouTube channel, were filled with hateful anti-trans misinformation.

Signs visible included “trans women are men” and “no male cheats in women’s sports”.

According to online posts, the group Trans Queer Solidarity called a “Trans Liberation” rally at the same location in response.

“Help our community drown out the hateful and regressive rhetoric,” the group wrote.

Around 150 counter-protesters outnumbered the WAG rally attendees. A human police barricade separated the two groups, including officers on horses on the street by the parliament.

Counter-protesters waved anti-fascism placards and blasting music – including ABBA and the Vengaboys – during the speeches.

Victoria Police said in a statement officers arrested a 36-year-old Brunswick woman for allegedly assaulting police.

“She has been released pending further inquiries,” a spokesperson said.

Victoria Police said counter-protesters were “throwing eggs and water balloons at the speakers involved”.

“There were no injuries reported,” the police said.

“Victoria Police is disappointed with the actions of the group and while it supports peaceful protests it has a zero-tolerance policy for violence or disruptive acts which impact the broader community.”

So much fun & love & happiness pic.twitter.com/41zJEu6Xm1

— SOS (@SOS149) August 17, 2024

Bev McArthur, Liberal Party MLC, is addressing about 20 assorted cookers, neo-Nazis and RWNJs, fear mongering about transgender people, and about the care provided by the Royal Children’s Hospital.

Utter disgrace. pic.twitter.com/uiNfxNRgta

— “Ceasefire Now” says CJ Murrumbeena (@CJMurrumbeena) August 17, 2024

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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lcofowler · 5 years ago

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thoughts on bev kingston hating you dom and caleb?

“I’m gonna start a club with them. I feel a bit famous, now. Wonder if Bev’s a real cutie, the hate’s a bit of a turn on.”

@domfm @calebmontgcmery

#hh #ft. dominic.#ft. caleb.#the bev boys............... new group.............................#anonymous

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years ago

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i can’t stop picturing a stranger things x it crossover

there are so many fucking things i’m picturing and i need you to picture it too so here.

so obviously we are going to stick with the storyline of mike wheeler and richie being twins

i’m definitely picturing a massive dnd club with mike w, will, dustin, lucas, richie, bill, stan, and eddie

richie gets threatened to be kicked out constantly bc of how fucking annoying he is while playing

max is always making fun of them for being obsessed with their “nerd game” but she’s secretly a little jealous that they have this thing together so she decides to make her own group for competitive uno playing and it’s made up of her, el, bev, mike h, ben, will, and stan

max decided that the others were too loud and annoying when playing games and enjoys pissing them off a little bit by not letting them join in

the losers club and the party always have competitions of who’s fought worse demons

these competitions are basically just arguments

also they’re only between mike w and richie

i also have this theory that pennywise and the upside-down kinda destroy each other due to richie taunting both pennywise and the mind-flayer and saying that each isn’t as scary as the either

leave it to richie to destroy hell by making fun of demons

but yeah enough of that clown fucker and the dnd villains let’s get back to our favorite kiddos

you thought steve was stressed out before? just wait until the party becomes friends with the losers club

suddenly this mf gained a shit ton more children to look after

which robin thinks is absolutely fucking hilarious

there are definitely a couple different sleepover squads that pair off from the whole big group of them but let me just say my two favorite squads: the chill squad and the chaos squad

the chill squad consists of will, bev, mike h, stan, ben, and el

the chaos squad consists of richie, mike w, bill, dustin, lucas, eddie, and max

the chill squad basically just makes food and plays games and has deep talks

the chaos squad basically plays videos games, screams at each other, and runs around the neighborhood at night

some of my other favorite squads include when the group is split up based on their crushes

aka richie, bill, mike w, bev, and max are a squad that talk about their crushes

and eddie, stan, will, ben, and el are a squad that talk about their crushes

obviously. on each other

but i digress

you know what else i love to imagine? ben expanding the clubhouse to fit the entire squad

you thought eddie and richie argued over the hammock? yeah just wait until max, lucas, and mike w join in on that shit

ben very quickly reaches into his savings account to buy a few more hammocks to attempt to reach some peace and quiet

but richie and eddie very conveniently continue to argue over one hammock, each claiming that it’s their favorite hammock

and that results in each of them begrudgingly sharing it (even though that’s what they both wanted all along)

one of my favorite duos has got to be will and stan

those two are straight up besties

and they constantly make fun of each other for the stupid stuff bill and mike w do

and they are really good for each other to talk to about their feelings and their depression and it’s really therapeutic for them

also, bev, max, and el are the power team

talk about girl power, those three are smarter than all the others combined in one

and the boys would 110% have blown themselves up at this point if it weren’t for them

ALSO

LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT HOW PISSY RICHIE GETS WHEN MAX BEATS HIM IN STREET FIGHTER

this mf will literally spend his life savings trying to prove that he’s better at it than she is

“dude, stop trying, she’s already got the new record on dig dug”

“ANYONE CAN DO THAT”

mike h and el have a game they play where they add tally marks every time mike w and richie argue with each other for being literally the same fucking person

lucas once suggested they make it a game where they take shots but after five in a half hour, the two of them decided to call it quits

speaking of lucas, he is BEYOND ecstatic to finally have someone in the group that enjoys sports

he and bill play basketball together, and he, bill, and stan play baseball together on the school team

the others always come to their games to support them but they don’t pretend to understand what was going on

i also really think dustin and bev would be great friends

like something about their energy just meshes well together and i have a feeling they’d do something like start a podcast

in conclusion. i love all of these kids so fucking much and i could talk about a stranger things x it mash up for forever

#it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it headcanons #losers club #losers club headcanons #reddie #stenbrough #byler #stranger things #st4 #stranger things headcanons #it x stranger things #mike wheeler richie tozier

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Yandere Henry Bowers (5/5)

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Bev tugged on my arm, pulling me away from the main commotion. I was entranced with her cute smile and her new hair style. I loved her.

“What did I tell you?” she giggled.

“Yeah, I know, you’re usually right,” I agreed easily. “It’s nice to wash away my worries, too. I heard some pretty terrible news this morning, so it’s nice to have a distraction.”

Bev tilted her head. “Bad news?”

“You haven’t heard? Just like that other kid, Greta’s gone missing. I know she was a bully and everything, but I can’t help feeling like —“

“It wasn’t Henry,” she instantly reassured, her hands ghosting over my shoulder. “Kids are disappearing a lot these days… He was just heartbroken. I’m sure as we speak, he’s getting over you. You don’t need to think about him anymore.”

“It’s hard not to… He really scared me.”

Bev cupped my cheeks, successfully silencing me. “Now, now, no more negativity. We’re having girl time. Plus the boys, I guess, but you see what they’re up to…”

As she drew my attention to the rest of the group, I smiled. All of the boys were eagerly wrestling each other, their laughs echoing across the lake as they were fully enveloped in their water wrestling. Our hands held tighter as we gazed at them. I couldn’t help but feel this was the perfect way to mark the transition into college life.

“Hey! You losers can’t beat me to the river,” Richie suddenly declared. It was generally aimed towards the boys, but Bev and I shared mischievous smiles and started swimming down the river. The boys shouted after us, trying desperately to catch up.

We swam quickly and gracefully - or, at least, Bev did - and we swam far enough to where the water became shallow. We were both dripping wet as we stood up. The water was at knee-length and had weighed us down when we tried to stand.

Bev and I laughed as the boys tried desperately to catch up. Eventually, of course, they did, but I noticed that somehow Ben came into second place despite previously being farthest away, followed by Eddie, Bill, Stan, and Richie in last.

“We kicked your asses,” I declared haughtily, pointing at the group.

Richie was quick to defend his pride with,” No way! You guys were way more ahead.”

“We were also the first to jump,” Bev added, stifling her giggles.

“W - well, we would’ve if you told us to,” Bill agreed, huffing in embarrassment.

Ben had a deep blush as he watched Bev, and I couldn’t help but tense. Ben was a lovely boy, so I would support Beverly is she ended up falling for him. But I knew I’d be jealous. I’d hate to see it happen. Not to mention, Bill obviously had a crush on her, too. She already had enough of a love triangle to deal with without me in the picture.

Before we could argue further, a boy suddenly came stumbling through the woods. I’d seen him at school before. He was bloody and dirty. Everyone went to the shore, utterly astounded by the boy’s appearance.

“Isn’t that Mike?” Bill asked in confusion.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” Beverly called to him.

The boy tripped on some rocks, splattering to the ground. He was too concerned about escaping… something to reply. Our questions were swiftly answered as the Bowers gang emerged from the woods. Belch was swift to grab the boys collar, pulling him to his feet, with Patrick helping him.

Henry immediately glued his gaze to me. The other three sufficiently began tormenting the poor boy, but Henry just stared.

Suddenly, Beverly stooped over and grabbed a rock. And threw it, right into Belch’s forehead.

Mike took the chance to scramble across the river. I helped him up, pulling him into a comforting hug before pushing him to the back of the group.

“Holy shit,” Richie gasped.

“Nice throw,” Stanley breathed.

“Thanks, but don’t act so surprised.”

There was a tense silence as the loser gang and Bowers gang stared each other down. I was too afraid to get involved, so I made sure to distance myself from the scene, backing into the shrubbery just enough.

“Rock war!” Richie suddenly declared.

And just like that, Richie gets pegged with a rock thrown by Belch. So, both groups engage in a vicious war. I managed to avoid the attention because both gangs were on good enough terms to let me leave me out of it. Rock after rock, hit after hit, the battle rages on.

However, I noticed that little by little, people from both sides filtered out, and soon it was only Henry left. I was horrified when Richie shouted ‘run!’ and delivered a final blow to Henry, sufficiently knocking the boy to the ground.

I let out a gasp as Bev suddenly tugged at my arm. The other boys had already ran away in hopes of getting their clothes and escaping. But I turned to her, pleading with my eyes. I had to help Henry… I knew things were hard for him.

So, wordlessly, Bev understood. She turned and ran after her friends, leaving me to myself and my passed out ex-boyfriend.

I waded across the stream to him desperately, worried sick for him. He had a gash on his forehead, but aside from that, he seemed very beat up. His dad… I left him alone to his dad.

I sighed, immediately tending to his wounds. Goddamn those friends of his. Leaving the poor guy to fend for himself. To be fair, he was once again bullying a random bystander, and was a violent man, but I couldn’t help but feel responsible for him.

I wiped a stray tear away. I tore off a piece of his tank top and dabbed it in the stream before returning. I dabbed his forehead, wiping away the blood, before applying the cloth permanently. Afterwards, I pulled his head into my lap and readjusted his hair. And so, I waited.

And waited.

…And waited.

It was hard to believe a few rocks knocked him out for such a long time, as the sun was beginning to set and I was getting cold, but I knew I had to.

I was starting to doze off, my head falling forward. But just then, I felt Henry stir. He turned his head and his hand made his way to his to head, clutching it tightly. He let out a hoarse groan, turning on his side. The rocky shore shifted underneath his weight.

I shushed and comforted him quietly as he regained his composure. The moment his eyes shot open, his gaze warmed.

“Are you really fuckin’ here…?” he muttered, baffled.

“Yes,” I exhaled reluctantly. “How do you feel?”

“Why did you wait for me?” he inquired, his voice breaking. “I fuckin’ hurt you and you’re still… here.”

“Let’s not talk about that. You’re hurt. Why did you make the dumb decision to pick on Mike?”

“I was fuckin’… pissed. He was an easy target. And I’d do it again, too, if it meant you’d be here.”

He abruptly sat and turned around, crawling so that he was on his knees, facing me. I sighed, , leaning back slightly. My nails dug into the grass behind me. “Listen, Henry… I meant every word I said. There’s no changing what happened. But I don’t want you destroying yourself because of it.”

I never thought I’d see him, Henry fucking Bowers, cry, but there he was, tears sliding down his cheeks. God, my arms ached to welcome him with a warm hug. But I couldn’t succumb. Henry frowned, wiping his tears away furiously.

“I can’t fuckin’ live without you,” he stated shakily. “You’re the bitch I’m meant to marry. You’re my fuckin’ everything. I know… I’m rough around the edges and I don’t have anything to my name, but I love you. So fuckin’ much. Why aren’t I enough for you, Y/n?”

His hands made their way to my thighs, grabbing the tightly. I gulped, heart beating rapidly in my chest. “I… I’m sorry, Hen. I really, really am. It’s not you. You deserve a girl who can truly fall in love and dedicate to you, and I just can’t. I love you, but it’s always been as a friend. Besides… I can’t date a guy who’s been… violent towards me.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you - you just wouldn’t let me talk! I was desperate, I’m still desperate!” he begged, and my heart wrenched within me. “Please, Y/n, you can’t leave me.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. It was getting darker. He was crying. I was crying. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pulling him to me. He cried into my shoulder, holding me equally tight.

I couldn’t help it. I cared too much about Henry. And nothing would ever happen with Bev.

“Let’s just… go on a date. Let’s try to fix things. Little by little. Is that okay?”

“Thank you. So fuckin’ much.”

Maybe it was an unhealthy move, but we couldn’t help it. With all the pent up emotional damage and overblown emotions, we healed each other that night in the woods, just enough.

~~~

I kicked my feet against my bedroom floor. Bev was lying on my bed on her side. She was terrified because of her father, so, I had her come over for dinner. It was the least I could do for the girl. Especially since she was always there for me, and she was strong enough to never previously need me.

“I just don’t understand why I deserved to end up with a shitty dad like him,” Bev sniffled, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.

“Nobody does. He’s the absolute worst. You deserve so, so much better.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to live. I’m just lucky I have a best friend like you.”

I almost flinched, but I should’ve known better. I was with… Henry again. The two of us were broken shells of humans that needed each other, even if I longed to be with Bev in every way. I hadn’t told Bev yet, though. I’m not sure I knew how. And it’d already been a week.

“You’re quiet,” Bev commented. She sat up and sat behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Is it Henry? You don’t need to be scared anymore.”

“Sort of. But it’s not important right now. You’re what I’m focused on.”

Bev frowned, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Her soft hair tickled me. “That’s not true. Did something happen at the lake? Did he hurt you?”

“Yes - I mean no - it’s just complicated,” I heaved.

“Honey! Someone’s calling for you,” my mom shouted from down the hallway. I took the chance to hop up and out of my room, racing downstairs. My mom was holding the phone, wearing a sweet smile, which I mimicked.

After I took the phone, she left to go to the kitchen. I muttered into the receiver,” Hello?”

“Y/n,” Henry immediately panted. “I need you.”

“Wh - what? Hen, I’m with Bev right now —“

“No. Please come over, I need help. It’s serious,” his shaky voice insisted, almost whining. “It’s serious.”

“Fine, fine, but can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“I - I can’t. It’s about Patrick disappearing, I don’t fuckin’ know. I just need your help. Please, please, please —“

“Y - yes, Henry, calm down. Have some water. I’ll be over soon, ‘kay? I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hung up, concern wracking my body. I rushed up to my room, not paying Bev any heed as I started grabbing my things. Bev grabbed me, forcing me to stop, clearly worried.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“I - It’s Henry, he needs my help,” I gasped, struggling to make her let go of me.

“Wh - what? No way, you’re not going to visit that psychopath —“

“Yes, I am, Bev,” I boomed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I took him back. I just had to. And he needs my help —“

“Why on earth did you take him back?” Bev cried, forcing me into a hug. “Are you really that desperate? Why died’t you just try things with your crush?”

“Because it’s stupid, Bev! It’s never going to happen! Henry and I need each other. And he needs me now, so just let me go to him!”

“No! At least tell me who your crush is! Please, let’s talk about this —“

“It’s you, Bev! It’s always been you,” I admitted passionately, finally shoving her away. “I’ve been in love with you since we first met and you’ve never felt that way with me! It’s fuckin’ fine, but please, just respect my decision.”

Bev’s lips trembled and her doe eyes widened in shock. “…Me?”

“Exactly. You don’t feel the same way.”

I couldn’t cry. Not over her for the millionth time. So, instead, I turned tail and went down the stairs. And out the front door.

~~~

I tripped as I hopped off my bike. Hen’s father’s police car was parked in the front. I’d never been to Henry’s house before. Sure, the gang and I occasionally dropped him off first, but I’d never been inside. It was safe to say, though, that the house radiated negativity. It seemed so decrepit. It gave me the creeps.

I wasted no time, marching up to the front door, my purse hanging loosely off my shoulder. And then I knocked.

When my hand collided with the wood, I was surprised that the door creaked open eerily. I didn’t hear anything from inside, except for a vague static noise. I pushed it open. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest.

The sight I beheld was vile. Scarring. Traumatic.

Leaning over a dusty couch was a corpse. A middle-aged man hung off the side, fairly fresh blood seeping out of his neck. It dripped into a large crimson puddle on the floor. In the side of his neck, Henry’s pocket knife was deeply lodged. I could only see the back of the man’s head, but I didn’t need to see his expression to know that he was dead.

So, understandably, I screamed.

My knees were trembling and my vision blurred. Oh my god, Henry just killed his dad. Holy fuck. I collapsed to the floor, black dots consuming my sight. My hands grasped at the wood panels. My legs hurt and a splitting headache consumed me. I was crying, but not because of the officer. Because of Henry.

He killed a guy! What the hell would he do now? He’d go to prison, oh my god —

Warm, strong arms circled around my waist. I greedily took in Henry’s form, hugging back. My tears stained his tank top. He smelled rank. He was covered in blood. But I couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

“Henry,” I sobbed,” what have you done?”

“Th - there was a clown, and I don’t know how it happened. I just… I was outside and then suddenly I just - just found myself there and he was dead,” he replied shakily. “He fuckin’ deserved it. But I don’t know what to do. What am I supposed to do, Y/n, I love you too fuckin’ much to go to fuckin’ - fuckin’ prison!”

“H - Henry.” I breathed in and out. In and out. In and out. “We… we have to hide the body. I can’t - you can’t leave me. We have to… to clean it up.”

“But what the hell will we tell everyone?” He tilted my head up, and my stomach churned fro the blood rolling down the side of his face. “I fuckin’ love you, but what the fuck can we do about this?”

I pushed him away, disgusted by the blood staining my hands. I had to calm myself. I had to… help Henry. He was my boyfriend. And his father… he deserved it. Yes, he deserved it, so Hen didn’t deserve to rot in prison. I had to help him.

“I’ve seen enough horror movies. We need to - to cut up the body into smaller parts. And we can dump it to the bottom of the lake. And - and we get rid of the car. ew throw it into the swamp and shit,” I thought aloud. “When… when people show up and ask questions, we’ll tell people that when he attacked you while drunk, he just stormed off. He abandoned you. He took important shit and… and left you. He’s gone.”

Henry nodded, wide-eyed and clearly not sane. He nodded more and ore, until I finally grabbed his cheeks to stop him. He let out a choked sob, pushing his forehead against mine. “I fuckin’ love you. Promise… you won’t fuckin’ leave me after this.”

“I promise, Hen. Let’s… let’s get to work.”

We both stumbled to our feet, holding hands tightly. Henry pulled me into the kitchen. He got a large butcher knife while I showered the kitchen for bleach, gloves, and trash bags. I was surprised that there were such materials lying around. Thank god.

We went to the corpse, both of us staring at it dejectedly. I was glad that Henry was as new to the whole ‘covering up murder’ thing as I was. For a moment, I had thought that he was involved with Greta and Patrick’s disappearance.

Henry put on his gloves and trudged over to the lifeless body. He grabbed his legs and pulled him onto the ground. Without hesitation, he took out his pocket knife and brought the butcher knife down on his throat. A disturbing crunch echoed in the room.

He repeated the action until, suddenly, he pushed it to the side, and the head completely dislodged from his neck. I wanted to throw up so badly. I was glad Henry was doing the dirty work, because we both knew I was unable to even touch that disgusting thing.

I decided to find a bucket, wash cloth, and a mop. I was grateful that for a few minutes, I didn’t need to watch Henry dismember his father’s corpse. I returned to the living room with a bucket filled with a water-clean mixture.

Henry had sufficiently dismembered his upper body. Bone marrow mixed with the blood. More blood was seeping out from the body as Henry sliced him up further. We were both silent, unable to lighten the mood - for a good reason. I stepped around him and turned off the television, which was nothing but static. I wondered how long it had been going for.

Afterwards, I soaked the crimson-stained couch with bleach. After a few minutes of hard scrubbing, I got out the various stains minus the entire floor. Henry suddenly spoke,” What the fuck do we do now?”

I paused, thinking deeply. “Uh - I - well… it was a really fucked up movie that I’m using as a reference, so… Next they rolled up the flesh into tiny meatballs. But no way in hell are we doing this. We - we should put it all in a trash bag…. I don’t know what to do about the fucking teeth, but…”

“Okay. Okay, I fuckin’ got it. Yeah,” Henry confirmed.

He was clearly disgusted at his own work. He grabbed the limbs and started plopping them into a doubled-up trash bag. I cringed at each resounding plop. While Henry did that, taking up several trash bags, I started mopping up the blood. After a few sweeps of the mop, I had to change the water.

I rinsed and repeated several times.

At least half an hour later, the living room was spotless and smelled strongly of detergent and bleach. Henry and I stood next to each other, coated in dried blood. I felt completely numb. I assumed Henry did too, from the stoic yet fearful expression he’d maintained the past hour.

Even in our filthy states, our fingers intertwined tightly. Henry gave me a reassuring squeeze. “What… what fuckin’ now?” Henry grumbled, basting his gaze to the floor.

“We need to… to Febreeze this shit,” I answered breathlessly. “And - and strip. We’re absolutely filthy. We have to get rid of the clothes. But in a… different place. You get the Febreze, I’ll start dealing with the clothes. And - and you knew him best. Get a bag of his most important shit. Stuff he’d bring with him if he abandoned - no, when he abandoned you.”

Henry nodded obediently. “Yeah. Good fuckin’ thinking. I… I love you, Y/n. Don’t fuckin’ leave me after this.”

“Stop. Stop talking about that shit. We just committed murder together,” I sighed, shaking his hand away.

I started stripping down to my underwear. Henry mimicked my actions, and once we finished, I took his clothes. Sure, there was probably a way to not get rid of the clothes, but ew. I just covered up a murder. The last thing I wanted to do was wear remnants of today.

Henry disappeared into another room. I bleached the clothes and shoved them into a trash bag. I sighed, my gaze lingering on the three trash bags that accompanied it.

Henry came back a few minutes later with a a bottle of Febreeze and bags. An idea suddenly hit me. There were dozens upon dozens of beer bottles and packs around. Henry and I seemed to share the same idea. I took some of the bottles and threw them against the television and floor. Just so then there’d be evidence of an angry white bitch storming out on his kid.

Half-naked and numb, we stood there and took a breather. “I found his fuckin’… car keys.”

“Good. Let’s load up, I guess.”

~~~

I ruffled Henry’s hair, enjoying the feeling of his bare chest against mine. I was too tired to keep my eyes open. It was cold outside, so I constantly tried to pull the man closer. He always obliged to give me more affection, one of my favorite things about him. We almost felt normal.

But we weren’t. Henry had gone batshit crazy and I helped him cover up the murder of his father. If anyone saw us now, they’d think that we were a normal teenage couple that just finished having forest sex, but we weren’t. We were cuddling after a traumatizing afternoon of burying a body in the lake we used to go to constantly for a swim.

How had my life ended up this batshit crazy? My senior year was supposed to be normal. My last high school summer was supposed to be normal. I used to be normal. But all because of the Bowers gang, Henry in particular, I dedicated myself to a toxic relationship, was dating a psycho kid that killed his dad, and I now had a body count.

It was safe to say, normal teenagers didn’t have a body count, yet here we are.

“Fuckin’ thank you,” Henry mumbled into the crook of my neck. “I don’t know what I’d ever fuckin’ do without you. You’re the bitch I’m gonna marry.”

“You haven’t even asked,” I chuckled dryly.

“Don’t need to.”

“We just graduated. Calm your tits.”

“Yeah, and we’re fuckin’ free to do whatever we want now.”

“A little.”

“You don’t sound excited,” he huffed.

“Pardon me for being traumatized,” I defended. “We just dumped your dad into the lake.”

“…Yeah. We just gotta fuckin’ move on somehow. I’m fuckin’ moving with you. We can live off campus, I’ll work fuckin’ part-time.”

“Let’s not talk about this right now. Let’s just… cuddle.”

“Okay. I fuckin’ love you.”

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