#but for Monroe it’s more like bubble bath

[wesen-grimmopedia]

The Grimm writers were so real for making a wesen whose name directly translates to “bloodbath” and then giving us the softest cardigan wearing, cello playing, vegetarian clockmaker.

#I don’t know if this was common information for anyone else #I don’t know any German #I assumed blutbad was like… wolf or something in German #nope #it’s just bloodbath #but for Monroe it’s more like bubble bath #grimm tv show #grimm series #Grimm #grimm nbc #nbc grimm #monroe #monroe grimm #eddie monroe #blutbad #wesen

[tobybestupid]

Masterlist

★ So sorry this took absolutely forever and TOO long to write!

Also, if requesting please add what gender you would like if it is for NSFW!! (Gender neutral is okay too!)

Btw! Please, do not spam like my posts! ★

Before we get into this, info for requests and such!

★ I do nsfw, angst, fluff, ECT.

★ I do NOT allow/do racism, homophobia, rape, icky bodily fluids ect.

★ I will do character x character (if you're reading this I'm doing apex legends now :3)

★ I also do Reader x Character/Band member and/or Character/band member x Reader x Character/band member!!

★ you can request any of the bands that have been mentioned here!

★ hope this makes sense!!

+ if I missed anything I'm so sorry!

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Bands I do

Guns n Roses

Mötley Crüe

KISS

Hanoi Rocks

Megadeth

Other

Apex legends - Maybe coming soon? (IT'S COMING PLS REQUEST!!)

COD mw2-mw3

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Mötley Crüe

All of them together x reader

Mötley x reader hc's

🖤Nikki Sixx🖤

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Taking care of him after tour

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

Big ol' crybaby

Doing so good

⛓️Mick Mars⛓️

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

How to take care of him after tour

Fourth of July with mötley

Please, stay

Bubble bath- with cats?

Peachy Keen

You pampering mötley

Mick Mars x Reader injury (appendix, I think)

NSFW hc's

🌜Vince Neil🌛

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

NSFW Alphabet

❤️‍🔥Tommy Lee❤️‍🔥

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

You're still beautiful

🥀Terror Twins x Reader💣

Terror Twins x Reader hc's 1

Terror twins x Reader hc's 2

Terror Twins x reader hc's 3

Terror Twins x reader hc's 4

Terror Twins x reader hc's 5

Terror Twins x reader hc's 6

Sick!Terror Twins x reader hc's

My turn

So, so good

Cuddle..sex?

Calm down, ey?

(y'all are so hungry for Terror Twins omg...)

Hanoi Rocks

🌚Razzle🌝

Late night kisses

🌺Micheal Monroe🌺

Coming soon!!

🕸️Sami Yaffa🕸️

NSFW Alphabet

Such a tease, huh?

🥀Andy McCoy🥀

Coming soon!!

KISS

💫Paul Stanley💫

Snow

🎭Gene Simmons🎭

Coming soon!

🌌Ace Frehley🌌

Coming soon!

🐾Eric Carr🐾

Coming soon!

Guns n Roses

🎩Slash🐍

Do you love me more?

They fell asleep with your kid

❤️Axl Rose💋

They fell asleep with your kid

Axl x Kurt Cobian sister!Reader hc's

NSFW Alphabet

Cold baby?

Bad day?

🎸Duff McKagan🎸

They fell asleep with your kid

🚬Izzy Stradlin🚬

Sick as a dog

Sweetheart

They fell asleep with your kid

🍿Steven Adler🍿

The, fell asleep with your kid

Paradise City

NSFW Alphabet

Megadeth

🍃Dave Mustaine🍃

Your not my baby

Tour rat

NSFW Alphabet

Call of Duty (COD)

🦴Alex Keller🦴

Coming soon!!

🖤Simon "ghost" Riley🖤

Reader with sensory issues

‼️König‼️

Dating him head cannons

🧼John "Soap" Mactavish🧼

Coming soon!!

🌜Farah Karim🌛

Coming soon!!

🥃John Price🥃

Coming soon!!

🌺Kate Laswell🌺

Coming soon!!

☠️Keegan Russ☠️

Coming soon!!

#apex legends x reader #apex legends #x reader #80s rock #mick mars #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars x reader #tommy lee x reader #axl gnr #slash guns n roses #steven gnr #izzy gnr #duff gnr #slash gnr #guns n roses #kiss band #paul stanley #gene simmons #eric carr #ace frehley #nikki sixx x reader #könig cod #cod mw3 #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish

[zappedbyzabka]

People like to gift Joanie clothes. Joanie should move in with Silver because Silver will buy her all the cutest clothes and actually have enough space for all of them and would have the time to lounge and enjoy a show of seeing Joanie wear them all...and ruin them all. Which she probably complains about but half the time doesn't actually mind. Only if someone else ruined them she would actually get pissed.

Absolutely. Joanie my tomboy princess.

(Just a quick note, I’ve been very much pondering fem Silver, who likes to be called sir and daddy by Johnny🙌 straight up making that boy her firecracker 50’s housewife and probably inviting John/Joan over to marvel at him all dressed up like a Barbie even though they can’t touch—it’s easy to tell his clothes were picked, but he doesn’t seem to hate it—and he’s even more of a spitfire than when Kreese last saw him.)

(I’m gonna say “they” for Silver because I can’t pick whether I want them as boy Silver or fem Silver.)

Silver is good at handling women, at least the ones that don’t see through their bullshit.

The problem is that they like the feisty ones. The ones that will bite but still look like Monroe attempting to seduce innocently. The ones with a backbone.

Joanie’s all those things. Exactly what they like, and then some.

Joanie can live a rough and tough life, get dirt under her shiny fingernails and get bruises the size of a crater, grit her teeth to show she can take it. She can carry men twice her size on her back. She can take care of herself physically (questionable) and do it all without a single complaint because she’s always trying to prove herself and prove that she’s not a nuisance—you don’t have to scream at her to be better; she’s doing her best. She can kick your ass and your father’s too.

But she also loves sheets as silky as her beautiful hair. She loves wearing makeup on days that she isn’t dressing like the skater boys she hung out with when her Cobras were busy, when she puts her hair up and takes off her nail polish, makes the only girly thing about her be the black thong Silver bought her hidden in her cargo pants. She loves hot bubble baths with rose petals scattered about and fancy-lit candles surrounding her like she’s a goddess worthy of an alter.

She has a room-sized closet to hold her contrasting styles. She has a tub fit to hold three people in a bathroom filled with every product she could ask for. She has a California king fitted with inky black Egyptian cotton sheets and another sateen set waiting for her when she wants a new feeling sliding on her soft skin.

Not to mention the tall beauty that sleeps on them with her, who brings her a tea in the morning with a “Good morning, pretty girl”. The one that has a masseuse nearby but insists on massaging her themself.

She went from being a lonely, poor little girl to an abused, rich girl who hardly could enjoy the money when it came at such a price, when it came with immense anxiety due to who it came from.

But she learned to manipulate quickly. She learned she had her mother’s beauty with her own unique edge to it that she could use on men and women alike. She got her dough.

Silver is similar in that way. There are a lot of things they bond over.

People bought Joanie gifts without her asking, simply to get a chance to see their own decorations on such a cute girl. Snooty, high class people with piled up secrets to share with her once she’s made them comfortable and they’ve had a little too much chardonnay.

They had no idea what a troublemaking minx she really was.

But she’s happier than ever as Silver’s girl.

Silver does expect things from her, of course they do, but nothing Joanie doesn’t enjoy. Nothing she wasn’t already craving the day she saw Terry (gender neutral name wahooooo). She doesn't always enjoy the sadism but boy can she take it.

She has to behave, to an extent. with them at the very least. Get on her knees and say “yes, sir/ma’am/master/sensei” when told to. Open her legs when large hands snake up her thighs or a tongue slithers into her, a smooth voice cooing at her.

All she needs to do is be a good girl for them. She doesn’t have to be very behaved in any other place since Silver could buy out any prison, any judge, anyone for her. Just be good for them.

Though Terry loves a pushback and it’s clear that once a brat, always a brat—because their dearest still runs her mouth quite a bit when they aren’t in the bedroom—especially on days she wears black/red/purple lingerie. On days she wants it hard.

(another trick is to spark that possessiveness in Silver and bring up Danielle/Daniel, everything she used to think about them, how she wondered what they’d feel like inside her. Bring up Kreese and their thick fingers, ask Terry if they can tell her how they felt. Maybe not necessarily because she actually wants to know, but because it always works in getting her spanked and drilled into sobs.)

Joanie knows Terry loves to give up control sometimes as well—not nearly as often as they love to make her writhe and whimper, but enough to make Joanie feel special that they would ever show that side to her.

She’ll guide them sweetly as they lap at her cunt, brush their long hair with her fingers, grind down on their beautiful face while giggling at their polite and proper way of speaking when they’re in that submissive mindset, all “I would like to [blank], ma’am” and “May I please?”

Or Joanie’ll wrap their hair around her hand and shove their face into it, order them to show it some love, kiss it . Then she’ll push them down later and lick their cock/clit until they’re dripping sweat on her and squeezing their eyes shut. It’s really fun to overstimulate them. They’re not just a sadist, but a masochist too.

Joanie’s much softer in her pink/blue/concubine gold lingerie.

a lot quicker to slink her way into Silver’s lap and allow herself to be needy.

And it isn’t just lingerie that dictates these mood shifts. She also has skirts, designer purses, dresses (summer, mini, sheath, blazer dresses, every style), and so so so much jewlery. Doesn't even cover her boyish clothes.

Terry has ruined many garments, they can always buy her something newer and even better than before.

How can they not devour their darling when they see her all prettied up and confident? or acting demure with her flower already dripping? (which Terry loves; that sweet, glassy-eyed, blushed deliciously hot shyness that Joanie falls into gets them going like crazy.)

There are a number of reasons to workout, and one of them is how easily they can rip off Joanie's clothing. (And that their riding hood likes to lounge and watch them do their entire set while drinking a beer, sometimes likes to bathe almost their entire body with her tongue like a cat before they jump in the roomy shower for even wetter action.)

Or they’ll just tear the crotch area so they can continue to enjoy the sight of her in the attire while they fuck her stupid.

On every single surface and in front of every painting.

Other times, Terry lets her keep just her jewlery on so they can hear it all jingle when they’re pounding her good, staring at the way it looks on her. They get the most fixated on Joanie’s bracelets.

It’s a true win-win.

Now all they need is to have a child and build a legacy when Joanie decides she’s ready.

(Yes I face claimed Sheryl Lee as Maddy in this specific picture as Miss Silver. I think Joanie gives off Laura vibes though—maybe I just love Sheryl.)

#Silverlaw #nsft #Fem Johnny

[tetsunabouquet]

Aomine’s Future (Headcanon)

Now, I’m not going to ignore arguably the most popular KNB husbando out there! I hope you all enjoy and forgive me for the minor sidenote at the end. -Obviously he’s going to move to the US in the future, and I think he’s going to stay there for the rest of his life and not go back to Japan once his career at the NBA is over. -But, he will definitely still be into things from back home like idol culture. -Whilst he is interested in joining the police force after his career, I don’t think he will actually go through with that as devoting his time to making people abide the rules when he seems to hate them himself wouldn’t work out for him. That’s more of a young boy’s fantasy he will grow out off. -I can, however, see him finish his auto-biography and perhaps write a book or two more, but being a writer won’t be his main job after his NBA days. -He will probably work in the athletic world for the rest of his life, he’s a basketball junkie. Whether he becomes a coach, or a sports commentator, Aomine is not giving up on basketball. Ever. -Considering he’s going to Cleveland, and according to the internet, its actually really big in the beer industry, can I see Aomine rewatching his old matches with his fridge stocked with beer? Yes. He’s definitely that kind of guy. -He might own a few lame baseball caps. -Doesn’t settle down before 30. Perhaps not even before he hits his forties. -I can see him owning a dog or two as an adult. -He certainly has his own jacuzzi and a pool. Guy’s a bath-time fan. -He’ll definitely use that bubble bath of his to impress the women he takes home. -Would prefer girls who like beer over girls who don’t. -Over time, I can see him evolving from a big boob guy to a guy who loves a big boobs + large ass combo.  -I can imagine him trying to pick up good looking dweebs for one night stands using being a Japanese athlete to his advantage. (I can even imagine him actually having tried to pull the ‘I’m hot and Japanese’ on Alex but it wouldn’t work due to the age gap). -Unless Momoi were to start pursuing him, I feel like he’ll end up with an American girl. -If he goes on the route of marrying another celeb, then he’ll end up with a Japanese-American idol. No doubt about it. This man is a huge idol fan, and one that’s actually living in the US and could even teach him more about the country would be a big bonus for him. -If he goes on the route of marrying a normal American girl, I feel like he won’t go for an Asian girl but white or black, actually. I mean, I do think Aomine would be into some of black culture and a curvy black woman, but canonically he has only expressed interest in white women like Marilyn Monroe and Alex when it comes to foreign women so either of the two are on table. He’s definitely interested into an interracial relationship (which leads me to another one who I think is pro-interracial and my side-note).

  (the only other character we know is fan of an American actress, is Midorima as he likes Elizabeth Taylor. With him going to Boston and all, yes, I can see this guy being into British white girls, and likely north-west European white girls in general. This guy definitely would prefer the traditional old world over the new world, and the countries of this area are rich, influential and most of them are innovators in the medical technology field, etc. So I can see Midorima actually developping an interest in that region of Europe and considering moving to any of these countries after his NBA days. Also, did you know the Olympic gold medalist, the Flying Dutchman, Epke Zonderland, has also studied medicine? Just imagine these two handsome athletes working at the same hospital. I feel like there would be women who’d get sick/injured on purpose, just saying).

#knb x reader #knb #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #aomine #knb x you #the usa #basketball #cleveland #kuroko's basketball

[roboticchibitan]

5. teapot you'd buy

(there are so so so many I'd buy but there's a limit to adding pictures, alas)

6. definitely cursed

(i can't tell if the very cursed baby is a real teapot or a drawing, i hope you can tell me)

7. more work than tea is worth

(crab!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

8. you have to pay me to take this hone

Image description below cut due to length.

I am absolutely fascinated by the cowboy bathtub revolver teapot. What a combo! He's got his gun in case anyone jumps him while he's in the bath. No stagecoach robbery while this man's getting clean! Also, I'm pretty sure you're not the only person who's shown me an anatomical heart teapot and been like "I want it."

The first cursed teapot reminds me of one of the bad guys from Farscape. I'm pretty sure the baby pot is not a drawing but it might be AI art, which is against the rules, but you clearly didn't send me AI art on purpose so I'm not going to give you a hard time. The last cursed teapot.... yeah that's really cursed. Very cursed. Cursed indeed. So cursed.

I like both of your "more trouble than the tea is worth" teapots. The grape vine one is pretty, though it looks like it's not meant to be used because who wants to grip that handle? And the crab one is just fun.

Ok so fun fact the lips teapot is actually a Marilyn Monroe teapot from the 70s. I've been sent it multiple times because it is, indeed, very weird and uncomfortably sexual. The M&M teapot is also making a weirdly suggestive face, so I sense a theme here. Also, that M&M's eyebrows are in the wrong place (the lid isn't lined up perfectly}.

Image description:

9 photographs of teapots.

Photograph 1: a red anatomically correct heart teapot.

Photograph 2: A teapot in the shape of a cowboy in the bathtub. The handle and spout of the teapot are molded to look like a revolver. The bathtub is too small for the cowboy to spread out in, so his knees stick out of the water. Bubbles cover his nether bits and a cowboy boot sits on the side of the tub.

Photograph 3: a teapot in the shape of a head in a helmet. The handle is a naked man who is making contact with the head at his hands and one knee, as if he is trying to push the head.

Photograph 4: a silver teapot with a silver baby doll's head and body parts sticking out of it, as if the baby is wearing the teapot as a onesie. This photo is the one that may be AI generated.

Photograph 5: a marbled teapot in the shape of someone sitting in the fetal position. The material of the teapot is flesh colored and the handle is shaped like a spine. The spout is a golden metal tube protruding from the mouth.

Photograph 6: a blue teapot with a handle and lid handle in the shape of a grape vine. Right where the hand would go, a cluster of grapes hangs down.

Photograph 7: a blue and brown teapot in the shape of a crab. The lid is very small and shaped like a fish.

Photograph 8: 1970s Marilyn Monroe teapot, which is a white teapot with a spout that has very plush lips on the end and a mole on the body of the teapot near the spout.

Photograph 9: A tea for one set in the shape of a red M&M that is making a suggestive face.

End ID.

#v rates teapots #heart teapot #cowboy bathtub teapot #cowboy teapot #bathtub teapot #head teapot #doll teapot #human teapot #grape teapot #crab teapot #marilyn monroe teapot #lips teapot #m&m teapot #queued

[findmains]

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[tiredassmage]

9, 10, 11

This is your callout post for Astor, I see, lmaoooo. All of these are things that I so solidly know about him that I really have no choice but to make him admit to it.

Also, I think that's what I should start calling this. Harass my ocs.

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Astor is a hardcore gentle love first and foremost, giving and receiving, though he sometimes needs a bit more tough love than he tends to dole out, I think, if only because he suffers from 'so selfless I burn myself from both ends for the people I care about and forget to take care of myself in the process' disease.

But yeah. He wants to make you tea. He wants to hear about your favorite book or that silly little moment you had with your friends the other day while you were out. He wants to tuck you into the couch with a warm blanket and your favorite book or show. He does, in fact, really need to be held gently and for someone to tell him it's alright and remind him that Rome (or Amaurot, maybe?) wasn't built in a day. But he also needs someone to Gibbs slap him up the backside of his head for his idiotic selflessness and remind him that bubble baths are good for the soul, you SHALL make time for one, Astor Monroe Caulfield.

And I just physically felt him shy away like a yelled at dog for using his whole name akfnlsdfnsad.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

He's married! Have you met his wife? Has he told you that Eden is amazing? That he loves her? Better yet, has he told HER recently that he loves her? Foolish lovestruck boy, I love you.

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends/family ask or do to tell the difference?

Honestly, just have Eden stare at him really hard for like two minutes and then quietly ask him, "Who's a good boy?" And if he doesn't look like he's ready to spontaneously combust on the spot, you have the wrong man. Astor has a praise kink and it's about 500 malms wider than he ever would have predicted and so, so difficult for him to actually keep a lid on now that he's been made aware of it.

Eden accidentally slipped this at the end of a fight at least once and Astor looking over at her all but instantly like :DDDDDDDDD was so, so absolutely impossible for literally everyone else to miss.

Everyone collectively decided to mercifully not mention this to his face at the time.

#ffxiv ocs #answered #ch: astor caulfield

[houseofperfecttaste]

Stiles Stilinski - Relax

YScott was the true alpha and with me being his sister I was an alpha and to be completely honest it sucked...a lot. With every villain that we faced we had everyone looking at us for the answers on how to stop it. Even though I'm happy that we beat the Ghost Riders and Garett there's still a lot of trauma that comes with it and I don't know to cope with it or all of it and it's building up. I feel like I'm gonna burst any day now.

Right now Stiles, and I were in history and the only thing that was replaying in my head was running into the library seeing Theo kill my brother and our mom running in behind me going to do CPR on him. Theo disappeared before I could kill him and I was sitting next to my brothers body. I turned my attention back to my teacher when I heard her voice and I was bouncing my knee rapidly chewing on my lip as Stiles looked at me with a worried face.

The bell rang and I gathered my things quickly running out of the room before Stiles could talk to me. I ran to my car locking it once I was inside and I closed my eyes breathing in and out slowly trying to steady my breathing. I saw Stiles get into his jeep and he followed me home since we were doing homework. We headed up to my room, him sitting on my desk chair and I laid on my stomach on my bed pulling out the math homework. The numbers and letters were getting scrambled and nothing was making sense in my head and I started getting stressed rubbing my face as Stiles kept glancing at me.

"God what's the point of learning all this? I mean when am I going to use this in the real world, it's so pointless." I exclaimed angrily slamming my math book closed throwing it aside with my homework tugging on the roots of my hair as Stiles pulled my hands away sitting next to me. I started breaking down from all the stress of finals and the whole town out for me and my friends heads. Stiles pulled me close rubbing my back kissing my head and stroking my hair.

"Talk to me baby." Stiles pulled me into his lap caressing my thighs soothingly looking into my eyes.

"I don't know how much more I can take. You becoming possessed, the Berserkers, the dead pool, the Dread Doctors, the Ghost riders, it was all so much to deal with and I don't know how to cope with everything, it's not like I can go to a therapist and say all this. And now we have the whole town trying to kill us. Everyone looks at Scott and I for answers and I feel like I always have to have one or else I let everyone down. I don't want my answer to be the reason someone we love dies. We can't afford to fuck up not now not with our lives on the line like this and it's up to Scott and I to save everyone." I sobbed out clinging onto Stiles soaking his shirt in tears.

"Y/N baby, just because you and Scott are the alphas doesn't mean you have to deal with everything by yourself. You guys are always going to have your pact to back you up. No matter what."

"On top of trying to stop Monroe and Gerard from killing all the supernatural, I have like five tests coming up, three projects, and a paper. Finals are kicking my ass and I feel like I'm drowning and I'm never going to be able to escape."

"You need a day to yourself baby, so how about no more studying or anything tonight. Tonight you're going to disconnect from the outside world and relax. Give me your phone." I placed my phone in his hand knowing he was right and he shut it off putting it in my drawer. He placed me on my bed gently before going to my bathroom turning the water on and coming out minutes later. He grabbed my hand leading me to the bathroom and Stiles had ran me a bubble bath and lit candles around the room dimming the lights. I began to slowly undress as he came back into the room with my laptop.

He put on my favorite movie as I climbed into the tub as he placed my laptop on the toilet seat cover and I leaned my head back against the tile sighing in relaxation letting my body sink further into the warm water. Stiles kissed my head and I grabbed his hand before he could walk away and he looked down at me confused.

"Will you get in with me?" I looked at him with a pleading look and he began to strip my eyes wandering all over his body looking at his v-line as he took off his sweatpants. I moved forward so he could sit behind me and he climbed in pulling me against his chest rubbing my arms.

"Thank you Stiles. This is calming me down." I looked up at him smiling as he kissed my cheek and jaw and he relaxed against the back of the tub. I rested my head on his shoulder closing my eyes as he traced circles on my stomach kissing my temple and his phone started ringing the caller ID reading 'Scott.' Stiles got up to answer the phone wrapping a towel around himself going into the other room to talk. I started picking at the skin around my nails as I worried that something was wrong and Scott needed me. Stiles came back into the room moments later putting his phone down giving me a reassuring smile.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah baby everything is okay, Scott needed help with Econ. Nothing supernatural." Stiles climbed in again behind me and once he was settled he grabbed my body wash and lufa rubbing it over my body gently. When he was done I turned around to face him, straddling his lap wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Thank you for sticking by Scott and I through everything. It means more to me than you'll ever know."

"Of course baby, I am not going anywhere. I would die before I left you." Stiles caressed my cheek as I bit my cheek looking down and he put his finger under my chin making me look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"You can't die." I whispered tears threatening to spill out of my eyes at the thought of Stiles dying. I would become a wreck if I didn't have Stiles in my life. Stiles wiped my tears away kissing all over my face.

"I'm sorry for saying that baby. Shhh it's okay." He soothed me petting my hair as I calmed myself down kissing his lips passionately. I pulled away intertwining our fingers kissing the back of his hands. I stood up stepping out of the tub with Stiles smacking my ass multiple times. I wrapped the towel around myself handing Stiles one as he also stepped out. Once I was dry I went into my room pulling out Stiles lacrosse hoodie putting it on with nike pros and fuzzy socks. I laid down on my bed a relaxing smile on my face and I pulled the covers over me watching Stiles throw on a pair of sweatpants.

"Woah McCall whatcha looking at?" Stiles joked winking at me as a blush crept up my cheeks and I covered my head with the blanket hiding my face. I heard Stiles' laugh as he kneeled on the bed pulling the blankets down. "Gotcha." Stiles started tickling my sides and I thrashed around trying to get away from his fingers. I got away from his grasp grabbing a pillow and swinging it as his head, his body falling on the bed as he raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh no you didn't."

"Oh yes I did." Stiles grabbed the pillow from my hands hitting me with it gently over and over as I laughed shielding my body with my arms. He put the pillow down laying down next to me pulling me closer placing sweet and light kisses on my neck.

"I love you Stilinski, thank you for the best relaxing day I've had in a while." I placed a kiss on his jaw snuggling into his chest my eyes fluttering closed drifting off to sleep.

[daddyissuesingreen]

If it Wasn’t for You (Liam Dunbar x Fem! Reader)

Gif creds: @jaimeelannis-blog

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, smut with no plot

Request: @theshyprincess​ Can I have two request a Liam Dunbar smut request and if you do Asher Adams smut request from all American with a biracial reader Not feeling confident and he makes her confident

Word Count: 640

A/N: Happy Thursday! The other part of this request will be coming Sunday at 12pm CST, so be on the look out for it then! This also a shorter one, but I hope you like it!

We had just successfully beat what was causing our fear and the hunters.

Monroe got away, but that was a problem for another time, but for now, we all get to go home and relax.

“Hey, Y/N, can I stay at your place tonight?” Your boyfriend, Liam, asks you.

“Yeah, of course. When we get to my place, I can run us a nice, hot bath, if you would like.” You smile at the idea of a relaxing bath. Your muscles heart.

“You have no idea how much I would love that.” He says taking your hand and walking you to your car.

“Will you drive, I am tired.” You smile sweetly at him and bat your eyelashes.

“Sure.” He laughs at your action and takes the keys from your hand and opens your door for you and closes it once your in.

Liam jogs over to the driver’s side and gets in, he looks over at you and smiles. “I’m glad we made it out alive.”

“Me too. Being dead would suck.” You laugh and take his right hand, leaving him to steer with one hand.

You arrive at your house and go straight to your bathroom to start running a bath. You of course add epsom salts, bubbles, light some candles, and play some relaxing music in the background.

“Liam! The bath is ready!” You call throughout the house. 

You decide not to wait for your boyfriend. You strip yourself of your clothes and slip into the tub. 

LIam walks in as soon as you sit down in the tub, “you couldn’t have waited 30 more seconds?” He laughs and strips himself.

You scoot forward a bit and liam slips in behind you, you lean back on his chest.

Liam puts his hands on your boobs and squeezes them,”Liam?” you ask.

“Yes?” He leans to the side a little and looks at you.

“Why are you squeezing my boobs, we are supposed to be relaxing, you giggle.

“They are like little stress balls, so for as far as relaxing goes, I am relaxing pretty well right now.” He giggles and kisses the top of your head.

“Well, if that’s how this works. I have an idea of what else could help me relax.” You says as you move away from Liam and turn around, careful not to splash any water outside of the tub.

You grab Liam’s cock under the water, surprising him, causing Liam to jump a little but then relax into your hand.

“I could relax like this too.” He moans and stands up.

Liam steps out of the tub and picks you up, carrying to your bed.

He lays you down and gets on top of you.

Lia is quick to push himself inside of you, he lets out a breathy moan and leans his head into your neck, kissing it softly.

You run your hands up and down Liam’s back, moaning. 

You bring your knees up to his waist, trying to get him closer to you.

Liam begins to thrust a little deeper and manages to hit your magic spot. 

“Fuck, Liam!” Your breath hitches as he continues to hit it.

You bite down on his shoulder causing him to moan, Liam loves it when you bite him, though he would never admit it.

“Baby.” He moans with his voice stuck in his throat.

He doesn’t need to tell you, you know. “Cum, Liam. I’ll cum with you.” 

That’s all Liam needed because with one final thrust, you felt Liam fill you up, causing you to cum too.

Liam collapses on top of you and wraps his arm around you.

“I love you Liam, thank you for not dying tonight.” You chuckle and wrap your arms around him.

“If it wasn’t for you, I might have, I love you too, Y/N.”

#liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall #teen wolf #theo raeken #theo raeken x reader #imagine #fanfic #smut

[alias-b]

sins of my youth. 015

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

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

A/N: I was excited to post this one! Billy continues to learn secrets about Evie as they grow closer. The first day back to school arrives with new challenges. TW: talk of teacher/student relationship, vomiting, pica, bullying, and some Well Earned Smut. ​ *Thanks all and chat with me about the fic if you have time!

Chapter 15: Fires Within Fires

   Billy decided he liked unwrapping these layers to Evie, despite the fucking interruptions.

   Their little game of back and forth where even grazing her skin with his fingertips felt like a prize.

   Where a glimpse of her smile's ghost sent luna moths fluttering inside the glass jar that he'd long-sealed his beating heart away into.

   He certainly couldn't tell her she'd consumed him. Syllables became harder around Evie. No amount of cooing at his mirror would save him from those painted eyes. Brushstrokes that destroyed him utterly.

   And all he could think was brush me again.

   The greatest mystery presented itself that Saturday night. 

   Mona stayed out with friends and went home with something a little more chiseled. Which meant she’d be out and go straight to the salon to play with the books. Blue was fed. The stars were bright and silent. Placed just so.

   Evie applied a red lip, bent over the vanity before it reached eleven on the dot. With her mother out, she used the front door after grasping her coat. Green bomber covered in patches. Crept over the frozen grass and pavement toward a hippy sort of van. Tan with a maroon stripe. 

   Billy crawled out his window at the sight of her along the way. Dressed. Head down as he hid near his car.

   He had to know. 

   The van was already driving off so Billy waited a bit to follow behind it. Hoped the few cars on the road would mask him if he stayed far enough away.

   He trailed after the damn thing all the way to the city. Saw it still in an alleyway and swerved to find parking elsewhere. Waited a few minutes with his eyes on the rearview mirror to see lights flicker.

   Beyond the cold buildings, a cozy nightclub illuminated. Covered in trellises with twisted metalwork roses and thorny vines. Slicked in frost. A red, ornate canopy and steel black gate lining the outside area with empty tables.

   Music vibrated within. Billy lit up a cigarette and watched the door. Eyed a bouncer chatting it up with a group outside in the cold. Smoking and shooting the shit. He readied to make his move.

   The sign read Sugar Kane’s in swirling lights. 

   Boots carefully stepped around the alley. Eyes trained on the bouncer at the end of the street corner. A thrum of piano keys echoed. Billy slipped into the door, down an immediate tunnel of high steps into another world made of pure red velvet.

   Wall to wall velour curtains and uniform lines of crystalline lights. Felt like Billy stepped into a dim, smoky dream. Busy round tables with idle chatter and even a bit of friendly gambling. A dance floor with plenty of couples. Sleek black bar and mirrors behind it.

   Taste and class and care went into this dream. 

   Billy fell into a table in the back, darkest corner. Watched the slow dancing. Heels clicked. More people drank and smoked at tables. Playing cards and speaking in hushed tones under the music.

   The music.

   As couples swayed and parted, Billy’s eyes lifted to the band. Bass, drums, and keyboard. And the singer looking like a chandelier painted red like the walls. Red like the blood boiling and pounding under his flesh.

   Slow and steady, a pure blue light bathed. Made her the center of the universe. Let her slip into a warm bubble bath birthed of the cosmos itself. Billy had to scan her again. Had to blink to make sure he was seeing this correctly.

   Sleek dress of beads like what a flapper would wear. Glossy red lips sultry into the mic. Huge lashes. Bigger curls.

   Evie.

   Her hips moved against the swell of sound. Breathing in and out with it. Stage lights framed her body. Kissed it. Made her glimmer as an ethereal creature. Not of this world.

   Billy’s jaw was on the table. 

   “This is a man's world,” she cooed, head shaking while brown eyes fluttered closed, “this is a man's world…”

   Billy’s fingers twisted into the tablecloth. Eyes trained as her voice picked up against the reverberations. Filled the air. Filled the empty spaces around Billy. He’d heard her sing, but this starlet wasn’t the delicate songbird she came off as. She owned the air. The space. The stars. The world at her feet.

   She owned everything. She wasn't sorry.

   “But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl.” Evie plucked up the mic to come forward. Smiling when hands dropped dollars into a bowl she shared with the band. Her voice grew. Boomed. Curled around throats and hearts.

   Enthralled.

   That stage was where she belonged and she wasn’t sorry about that either.

   Bathed in the echoing ruby glow from seas of crimson velvet and black silk around the room. Spotlight pulsing technicolor. Painting in blues and pinks and reds. Utterly decadent. Small chandeliers hung down to sparkle against cherry hardwood that met the vibration of a musical crescendo. 

   Evie’s dress flicked about as she moved. Tiny knit shadowy fishnets and strappy heels. Miniature white flowers woven into her free spun curls that truly made her look like an angel. A glowy star. The light caught a collared necklace she’d made with a cameo brooch and loose jewels.

   Again and again, Billy let himself be consumed. Bowed to her voice ever-growing. These untouchable notes that wrung around his soul. 

   “But it wouldn't be nothing!” Evie’s head tipped back. “Nothing!” Mic high with the greatest note that stilled the entire room as the music hushed so she could shine. Obscene and shameless and so bright. Eyes lifted from tables to see her there beckoning like the sirens of old. Evie came down to look out, settled the mic on its stand. Romanced it. “...without a woman or a girl…”

   Billy sat there and watched the set. Eyes all over Evie without her knowing. Blissfully unaware of the boy in shadows. He smoked a slow cigarette and no one from the bar bothered him. Not yet.

   Evie was five songs in before they switched it up. Let the band take on some peppier instrumental so Evie left to cross to the bar. Billy thought to flee before a huge hand touched his shoulder.

   “You look a little young to be in here. Not drinking. Where’s your ID, kid?”

   “Hey, I’m eighteen.” Billy sounded childish, snuffing a cigarette out on a clean ashtray. The bouncer glared down at him. Bodybuilder type and pretty. Tanned with styled slick hair and little strands tumbling into his brow. Blue eyes. One ear framed in silver piercings. “Just listening to the girl, she...she knows me.” 

   “Yeah, yeah, let’s go, stalker. She's working.” The bouncer cooly plucked Billy up like he was a doll. Catching the attention of the bar as they stumbled toward it.

   Evie reeled out of her conversation before Billy Hargrove was presented to her. One shoulder high into the air as a muscled hand held his arm.

   “Does this belong to you, Eve?” He began, giving Billy a jostle for good measure.

   “Oh, god.”

   Billy flashed his brightest smile. Begged to be claimed like a little, lost puppy. Poor Evie could only groan. Elbows on the sleek wood to hide her face. The woman she’d been speaking with behind the bar was already cackling. “Yes...he’s mine.”

   “Is this the boy you won’t shut up about?” Came a quip. Gravelly, feminine voice. 

   “Told you, I know her. Lemme go, Lurch.” Billy ripped himself clean from the bouncer. Fixed his jacket.

   “Marlon, baby, we got him from here.” The barkeep continued, bringing one acrylic nail to her plump lips. Dolled to the gods in a Marilyn Monroe type wig of platinum, buttercream waves that swooped to frame her face and touched her glowing shoulders. Sapphire cocktail dress cinched in and flowed to knee length. Matching heels that made her a head taller than Billy. 

   “Whatever you say, honeybunch.” Marlon gruffed and went back to go up the steps. Evie shoved at Billy and grabbed his jacket.

   “What are you doing here?” Her classic hiss.

   “I wanted to know where you snuck off to two nights a week. Just a concerned neighbor.”

   “Sometimes three when we have the stage open.” A hand adorned in a huge diamond ring extended. “Looks like James Dean and Jim Morrison had a blond baby boy. Little Eros crawled out of a Def Leppard video.”

   “Billy.” He shrugged out of Evie’s grip. Left her making that signature scrunchy face of anger she was known for. Arms crossed at him. Pride rose so he boasted. Took the bejeweled hand in both of his to kiss the knuckles smelling of jasmine. “Evie’s favorite subject.”

   “Are not.” The retort clipped.

   “Don’t tell lies, Evie dearest, they cause wrinkles.” A wink of huge false lashes followed. “Iris Lee Arden. I manage the place for the owners. Evie’s never brought us a pretty stray before.” She gave Billy’s chin an affectionate brush. Nails painted to silver claws. 

   Iris moved like a feline. A trans woman with brown skin and a full figure. Thirties. Commanding presence. Love of Marilyn Monroe with roots in the art of drag. Billy spotted a sign behind her about the specials. Chalked in different colors. A variety of musical stylings. Another sign about the shows nightly. Thursday being drag night.

   One of those open places he figured. Accepting of all colors and sexualities. Safe haven to outcasts. California had them too. Seemed more of a rarity in this area. Double the bouncers of the places back home.

   “Evie’s telling people about me, huh?” Billy leaned into the bar to play the flirt. Evie’s hand covered his mouth.

   “Ignore him. He should not be here. I’m sorry.”

   “Says you who lied about your age for the job, sugar.” Iris teased, eyes flicking to Billy. “We found out like the day after. Obviously.”

   “I was in it for the free booze.” Evie beamed a smile, hand snatching from Billy when he licked her finger. “Gross.” The pink tongue caught between his teeth before he grinned.

   “Uh. Nice try. I don’t even drink the alcohol for free, girl. And the only thing we ever give you free is a Shirley Temple.” Iris laughed again. “I’ll get two going while you lovebirds work things out.”

   “We’re not, ugh…” Evie rolled her eyes and decided to sit. Huffed for effect. “So, you got me.”

   “I always do." His dangling earring caught the light. "Not a bad place. You ever sing on Thursday?”

   “No, but I did host a couple of shows for Iris. The girls love me and I love them. They taught me plenty. Helped me. And I...learned a lot about myself too.” Evie kicked a stool out so he’d join her. Paused to see his expression. Her lips quivered. "Would it bother you if I think about girls and boys the same?"

   "Did it bother you when I flirted with that Jesse guy right in front of you? More in common, Angel. It's adding up." Billy held her eyes steady when he said that. They shared this softer beat. Simple and clean. Plenty of room to breathe. He shifted, lashes batting. "So, this place. Start from the top."

   “I was sixteen and I saw flyers so...I sorta lied about my age. No one knows. Not Heather, not even Fredrick. They found out I lied quickly. But, they liked me so we worked out some rules and I just sing a few nights with the band. Couple songs. Great guys, too. The Starlighters. They’re here almost 24/7. Marvin on bass, he drives so they pick me up on the way most days. I have to hide in back, I don’t want to get them in trouble. Cops will treat them differently cause they're not white. Always been that way.”

   Billy noticed most of the people in here, including the workers and band, were people of color easily. Many mixed like Evie.

   Opposite of Hawkins. She and Tommy H were practically the only mixed kids in their classes since his birth mother was Hispanic. Strange thing neither of them addressed in the open.

   “The club runs all sorts of music. Jazz, rock, classics, and some pop. I like the more rock and pop nights cause I can bring my guitar. Sometimes I help back up visiting bands. This place just appreciates it all. I love it here and I can sing anything they need, it's like a second home. Accepting. Good for people who get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.” She shrugged and two bubbly glasses were set down. “Thank you, Iris.”

   “Owners have more musicians coming in toward spring so hours for you will be slim. Summer should be better, they might have some more day and evening gigs.” Iris perked a smile.

   “I get it. Easier to work during the day when I turn eighteen.” Evie sipped. "The best birthday present of all is more of that stage."

   “It's happy to have you, sugar. So, tell me, Billy, have you locked this girl down?” Iris plucked up a clipboard to make some inventory notes, elbow on the bar. 

   “Hey!”

   “I’m working hard on it,” Billy winked and that was enough to silence Evie.

   “She also told me you’re the one who took care of the shithead who gave her that,” Iris tilted Evie’s face. "Boy is lucky I couldn't sink my talons into his eye sockets. Sick my guys and dolls on him." Billy barely caught the bruises under layers of color corrector and makeup. “Good boy.”

   “I do what I can.” He shrugged and played with the straw of his drink. Evie could have blamed her blush on stage lights. Instead, she stole a sip when Iris offered a fresh glass of water.

   “I’m gonna go sing.” She pushed Billy’s arm. “He’s a compulsive liar. Don't listen to him.”

   “Don’t worry, Eve, I’ll babysit the pretty boy. Make him feel right at home. It's what I do.” Another wink and Evie groaned all the way to the stage. Rejoined the band with a red smile. Sparkling. Garnered a few claps and nodded to pick up the next song. Beaming.

   She found Billy's eyes for one fleeting moment.

   "The French are glad to die for love..."

   “She’s gonna go far, that one." Iris caught his attention. "Just needs a chance is all. Someone bigger than me to give it.”

   Billy’s eyes were glued to the ruby supernova whirling and bursting before his gaze. Felt the vibrations inside his ribs. Again and again.

   “You take the stage too?”

   “Oh, yes. Never too late. Prefer to manage these days. Guide others starting out. Lots of queens and questioning tweens in the city in need of a place. I like to give them one. Outcasts who need to learn they're not alone in this big world. I've had plenty of success and now I have dreams of managing one great star.”

   “My dad would hate all this.” Billy piped up aimlessly, head shaking.

   “More of us than of him, if you believe it. Just have to speak up. Scream it out.” Iris cleaned a couple of empty glasses. “You’re pretty. You could do drag, you know?”

   “Thanks.” Billy broke to chuckle, eyes turned back at last.

   “Don’t hurt my girl either.” One long nail pointed. A talon that tapped Billy’s chin. “We’ll take you out back and smack you around a bit.”

   “Maybe I’m into that, lady.” Billy flirted back. His insufferable self. The pretense lowered. “Already hurt Evie. Trying not to do it again.”

   “You’re young. So is she. You both will fuck up, that's life. Sometimes people hurt more when they're comfortable. Just make it right.” Iris had offered, arms back in the bar to sigh. 

   “Sometimes I don’t know how to do that,” Billy blinked his gorgeous eyes, “make it right, I mean.”

   “Watch. Listen. Learn.” She cooed softer. “It’ll do you good. Be a gentleman too, offer my girl a ride home when her set is over. Short night. I assume you’re staying?”

   “Yeah…” Breathless, he marveled. “Yeah, I’m staying if she is.”

   Evie had a few more songs before the mic was turned over. Something sinking every single time she had to see it go. They split tips and she parted ways for the night. Offered the shortest hours of all the workers being so young. Schooling first, Iris always said.

   Bundled in a jacket, Evie pushed through some beads and curtains to see Billy waiting. Head cocking toward the exit.

   “You stayed.”

   “Why wouldn’t I? Drove all the way here.” He lit up a smoke outside, having not had many during the set. Music lingered behind them. Echoed along the cool winds and wet pavement. “Free show and all the Shirley Temples I could suck up. I did tip, by the way. All the pretty people I could flirt with and brag about my girl to. What a night.”

   He slung a lazy arm around Evie’s shoulders. Not looking at her. His girl. Smoke flitting out his lips and Evie lost all her thoughts. Lost the nerve to tell him he was so beautiful. That she could be his. He shifted closer to her and peered at his watch, trapping Evie into his chest.

   “Damn, it's just after two.” 

   “Couple times I stayed till four.” She lamented. “Guess I should be happy they have room at all even if it’s once a week these days. Iris is good to me, I’m loyal… What did you guys talk about?”

   “How pretty the stars are at night.” He mused, snuffing his cigarette out onto a brick wall before he paced to the car waiting. Evie slid in wordlessly, sighed when Billy got the heat on before she buckled.

   She also noticed he did it too for the first time since riding with him. 

   “Usually I’m wired after shows but I’m dead tired tonight,” she rubbed her head to moan, leaning back.

   “You had a long week.” Was all Billy said, swerving down the street to the freeway.

   This heavy silence hung in the air. Billy intent on the road. Idle glances that never matched up. Finally, he peered over and saw Evie’s head lulled aside. Fast asleep.

   A smirk crept.

   He turned some easy music on. Let her rest all the way to Hawkins and parked at his house. Turned slowly and brought his knuckles up against the apple of Evie’s cheek. He felt her shift into his touch and reeled back. Evie seized up, groaned to see him.

   “We’re back.” He whispered. Not sure why.

   “Hm, sorry. Dozed off there.” Evie felt for the handle. Also felt Billy’s eyes on her skull. She froze and blinked to see him. “You want to come inside?”

   “Easier than sneaking into my place. Dad’s a heavy sleeper, but he has Billy Fuck-Up Radar.” He laughed and she didn’t, pushing out. Evie staggered in her heels, holding herself so Billy crossed around in silence. They went up into her house. 

   “Gonna...bathroom. Wash my face off ‘n change.” She had this sleepy adorable way about that, petting Blue idly. Already tugging little clips from her curls.

   Billy came to give the cat some attention. Heard the sink running and crossed back to Evie’s room. Tucked his boots and coat aside. Sprang at attention when she came in wearing a long tee and cradling a bundle of clothing. Curls free and messy. The slightest smear of black makeup still under her eyes but the rest of the paint came off leaving her fresh-faced and glowy. 

   “Need to use it?” She gestured behind her and stepped aside, depositing her laundry properly. Blue eyes lingered before he went off. Wordless.

   Evie let out the breath she’d been holding to sit on the bed. Back taut when Billy returned so she stood awkwardly. A quick movement that made him stop. Created a standoff. Eyes held steady. Expectant. She bit her lip and clicked the light out.

   Somehow that made him feel safer to cross. Careful steps like he was approaching a skittish nymph. Stood inches away. Evie let herself cave in.

   “Can I undress you?”

   The words blurted.

   Billy didn't hesitate.

   “All yours.” He watched her too pointedly so Evie looked aside. Reached to lift his shirt until he adjusted to get out of it. She got a look finally at the nasty red and purple welts on his shoulder. Healing yellow tinge. Clouds shifting.

   Visible from the moon and streetlamps outside flitting through the blinds. A hand hovered but didn’t touch and he just went rigid there. Let her look at him. Let her see every inch. The color splashed over his shoulder like spilled paint. 

   “Can I kiss you there?”

   “Only once.” He said so she swept over. Placed her lips on the flesh that was burning hot. Pecked too light and came out to see Billy’s eyes close. They opened and she reached for his belt. Clicked to get it off before unbuttoning his pants. Billy hitched to shudder when she brushed him, easing his pants down over white briefs. 

   Slowly, Evie brought a finger to her lips. Tapped once and Billy obeyed. Claimed them without ceremony. Pushed into her body until they tangled back in bed. Adjusting so he could hover.

   Aroused into a creamy thigh, Billy rocked easily between parting legs. Nestled there and heard her moan. Drowsy kisses as her hands slipped around his back. One arm braced by her head, fingers smoothed the curls aside. 

   “Can I look?” He uttered, hand inching under her shirt. Gazes locked. A pulsing beat.

   “Yeah.” Evie let her hands fall into the mattress. Billy pushed fabric up over her chubby stomach and naked breasts. Traced her flesh without shame and she felt it all melting away. Piles of insecurities shedding to drop like little weights hanging from her heart. Brown eyes lifted elsewhere. A quiet shiver followed.

   Her chest rose and fell. Evie tried to stay alert and locked into him, but the sensation returned that sunk her down.

   “Billy," she squeaked to still him, "I-I do want you.”

   That broad hand palmed her side. 

   “If you’re unsure, Angel, it’s a no.” He shrugged. “It’s okay. You’re tired. Doesn’t hurt my pride.” Eyes lingered on her face. Evie still felt so exposed there. Billy’s thumb rubbed a hot circle into her skin. He chuckled before pecking those waiting lips with ease.

   “We could...I still want to… Do things.” Evie shuddered, swallowing to find the words. “Warm-up. Start slow. Small.”

   “Little things you dream of me doing to you.” He leaned in again to taunt. Hips pushed into hers. “Wet your panties already.”

   “Please, you leaked all...over me…” Evie lost the exact jab while he kissed up her neck. Tongue and teeth. His hand inched. Ever so slightly. She touched his knuckles, guided him higher to cup her breast. Billy moaned at that alone. Twitched like he might burst and wasted no time getting his tongue on her nipples.

   “Taste better than I dreamt, that’s for damn sure.” He ran his nose over her sternum. Tormented her other breast. Let his teeth tug once. Twice.

   Suckles until she bucked into him. Head tossed back to moan. Fingers curled into spun gold. Coaxed him onward. Billy kissed her all over. Tummy and back up again. Shifting, he moved over to straddle one leg, nudged her thighs to stay parted.

   “Wanna spread you open,” lips ghosted, “touch you.” Brush you again and again.

   Evie had his arm in her grip. Felt like two irons clinging. Slowly, she nodded, eyes huge and darting over his there in the dim light. 

   “I want to feel good again, Billy.” She gulped dry air. “Want you to make me feel good.”

   He took in her expression. Pleading and vulnerable. Unafraid to want him in the open. Fingers rolled over her hard nipple and then slipped down under flimsy fabric he wished he could tear. Contained himself just barely at the feel of her. Soaked for him. Responsive to every little beat and sigh. Pride set fire to his marrow. Two fingers pushed up into the bud, coated in arousal to stroke it.

   "Like that?" He teased slow. Her mouth opened for his tongue in response.

   Evie grasped desperately at the pillow under her head. Legs opened so he got off to curl next to her. Braced his head up with one propped elbow and offered lazy rubs. Drew it out until her thighs hitched to part wide.

   “Hear that fucking sound you make?” Billy’s lips touched her ear. “Fuck.” He whimpered like she was the hottest thing on two legs. Made her feel coveted and sexy. Desirable. Slick sounds mingled with their breathing hurried. “I could listen to it all day and get off on that alone, you know. Musical girl. I could play you all night.”

   He kept kissing her, rendering Evie unable to articulate. Wanting him in little breathy sounds.

   Fucking wanting him.

   Evie twisted, hitching a gasp as her toes curled. Thighs parting wider because Billy was some sort of fucking wizard at this. This boy couldn't be real. Eliciting perfect notes out of her. One hand gripped the pillow under her head while the other clung to his bicep now. She felt the muscles bulge white-hot and loved it. Heard Billy breathing soft in her ear, lips trailing down her jawline and collar. 

   “You’re so wet.” Billy brought his fingers up to lick them. Pushed his tongue into her mouth after. “Taste so fucking good.” Evie yelped as he slapped her thigh playfully. The words slurred into her lips. He slipped his hand back into her panties, played rougher, and felt her tense. Evie’s lips opened into his to moan. Her legs bent up and spread for him. Bucking to meet his touch that was ending her. “Shameless, Evie, I like it.”

   “You talk too much.” She had gasped, eyes rolling to shut. Breast jutting so he kissed them next.

   “I don’t think people talk enough during the act.” Billy curled back into her. Supporting himself on one arm by her head. “Nothing like seeing a pretty girl’s face when I tell her she’s gonna come so hard for me.” She felt his shaft against her side, rubbing idly to make some friction. Leaking and wet. "So very hard."

   Billy liked to play dirty, it kept his emotions at a safe distance.

   Evie caved in. 

   “More… Faster, Billy.” She clung for him. Neck exposed. Pulsing. Lips parting obscenely. "More."

   A finger pushed inside with another following. 

   “Oh, fuck.” Evie worked into his touch. Brown eyes finding his intent ones. Billy thumbed her clit in tune. Pumped a few times. Watched her chest rise and fall in shaky breaths. The shirt still bunched over her tits. Lips fell to suckle one rosy nipple then the other.

   “Too much, Angel?” Billy slipped out to resume circling the bud. He hummed, slowing to inhale deep before he granted her another taste of his lips.

   “Don’t stop, I like it.” Evie whimpered into his mouth. Caught his bottom lip in her teeth playfully. 

   “Couldn’t tell.” Billy sped up again. “Wanna see you come for me.”

   “Billy.” Evie twisted at that. Thrusting herself into him. Breasts bouncing.

   Slick, filthy sounds filled the room. The damn streetlamps glimmered around the curtains. Gave her almost no place to hide from him. Something churned in her stomach. Alert. 

   “I’m close.” She strained at last. "I'm so..."

   “I know,” he grazed their lips to murmur, “just chase it. Don’t run, Angel. That’s it. Chase it for me.” He watched her expression flutter and cloud. Loved it. Worked her relentlessly.

   Nails dug into his skin. Out of breath and bucking until her body gave a little quake. A moan followed. Drawing out with her climax. Billy rubbed her until she fell to pieces. Crying out and shuddering. All for him. Back curved to echo sweet delights. He didn’t stop until she fell limp and quivering by the force. With Evie spent, he pushed up to reach into his briefs. Slicked his shaft in her arousal. Began to pump. 

   “Lemme see you.” She slurred, turning over to tug his underwear down. God, he was beautiful. Lines cut down his hips. Trimmed gold curls. She bit her lip again and wasn’t coy for once.

   “You mind?” A suggestive eyebrow rose.

   "If I can help." She pushed up more with heavily hooded eyes. Drunken. Messy kisses trailed his abs before she licked his tip.

   “You just go for it, huh?” Billy added. Allowed her to swallow him down. “Fuck, that mouth you have, Evie.” He bucked into her throat. Tried to apologize when she made a sound that was utterly pornographic. Heavy cologne wafted up her nose. A trail of spit ran from flesh to lips as she came out. Lapping again. Sinking down so he could pump. She gripped his hips and worshipped him. "You don't...You don't have to..."

   "I like it when you feel good. You're so beautiful." Evie dipped out. Let Billy tilt her head up by the hair. Thumb slicking her swollen mouth. Billy curved to dip his tongue in. Groaned when she kept stroking. "Feels good to give pleasure. We have that in common, Billy."

   His spine arched. Muscles taut because her lips were on him again.

   "You look like a star, you know that?" Billy had to peer away. Sighing soft. Shuddering. She didn't lie about being skilled at this. Evie placed little kisses up and down. Slowed. He didn't have time to continue the praise.

   “Where do you want to cum?” She resumed stroking him. Kissed shapes around his hips sweetly. Billy tried to articulate and gasped as her teeth nipped along his skin.

   “You’re asking me? Shit...You won’t like it.” He tried to not blow it all on her face. Felt like that might be rude. Billy shuddered again. “On your tits.”

   “Hm.” Evie reclined back, let him scoot in and helped him stroke himself. Being dirty also assisted in keeping her emotions and insecurity at bay. She worked him with her slick hand. Felt him starting to lock.

   “Listen, I’m not gonna last much...longer.” He was thrusting into their palms. Leaned over her to grasp the pillows so she could finish him herself.

   “It’s okay. Just let go, Billy. It'll feel so good when you do.” Tease.

   “Fuck, Evie, fuck.” Billy looked exquisite. Vulnerable. Eyes glittering with pleasure. Whining. Lips opened to groan. She worked him until release gushed. Milky spurts right across her chest. Billy swallowed for some air, looked down at her. Messy and fucked out. Shirt bunched up with his filth all over her skin. Puffed. 

   “Don’t get mad, but I thought about that the first time I saw you.” He twisted one nipple, heard her hitch to sigh. Evie fell back with a huff.

   “Yeah, you made that obvious.” She felt Billy sweep up some release with two fingers and offer it to her lips. Sucked him clean, peering through thick lashes. Evie laced their fingers and let a slow smile pull. “I enjoy you, Billy.”

   “Yeah?” He fell next to her. Nestled in so their curls mixed. “Only took you a couple of months and an orgasm to admit it.”

   “Shut it… I want you. Not trying to countdown to it like it’s some rocketship.” She pushed over him and felt under the bed for a dirty shirt to wipe off with. “That’s all I’m saying. Foreplay is one thing. Sex always changes people. Maybe I'm...freaked about that.”

   “I enjoy you, too.” He admitted to the dark. Eyes lifting to the ceiling before she tucked herself back in between him and the wall. “We could get a motel room sometime. Make sure no one walks in for once. We'll be wide awake and go a few rounds. And I won't change on you.”

   “Hmm.” She turned to muffle into his chest. Drowsy as can be. “Sure.”

   “Really?” Didn’t expect a quick reply. “Not gonna take it back when the glow wears off?”

   “Maybe.” Evie teased, grinning into Billy’s skin. “You make me mad sometimes. Still want to go slow like this.” He chuckled with little air, chest steady until he adjusted so she could cuddle into him. Evie traced a heart into his flesh. Caught herself. “Can I have a ride Monday? I think Steve will understand… I’m just freaked out about going in.”

   A hand pushed her hair aside so they could look at each other. Billy played with lush curls. Got serious.

   “He's not gonna be there.”

   “I know.” Evie hummed with her eyes closing. Fingers in her hair lulled her further. “Sometimes I think I see him standing in dark corners. Even when I’m on stage. There’s this glimmer of him everywhere. Especially as I close my eyes.”

   Billy didn’t know what to say so he kissed her until she was breathless and distracted. They shifted around so Evie faced the wall, pulling his arm over. Thrilled him to pieces. Billy framed her body with his, lips melting into dark curls. Sweet blessings placed upon her crown. A protective barrier he hoped soothed her.

   He really hoped.

   The blankets pulled up so they twisted together. No more syllables followed until the morning birds began to sing.

** ** **

   Monday crept to swallow Evangeline whole.

   She donned a vintage plaid dress that was cinched with a belt and short. Threw her bomber over it and fashionable black tights. Knew she was dressing for Fredrick even still. Her little outfits pieced together so he could imagine taking them apart in class. Earrings caught the light as she swung her bag on and crept outside into the morning windchill. Didn’t want to keep Billy and Max waiting. 

   Just in time, they stalked out of the Hargrove house. This knowing smile crossed Max’s face when she saw Evie.

   “So, you’re hanging out with Billy again.” Came the monotone observation.

   “Back seat.” He snapped at her. Evie’s lip twitched before a little nod followed and the redhead disappeared into the back. Snapping the seat in place for Evie to take. Without ceremony, the Camaro lurched forward to go. Billy fiddling with his radio and cursing all the hick stations until he found one at Evie's quiet recommendation. 

   “Is Evie your girlfriend now?” Max was leaning between them.

   “I’ll pull over, I swear to god, Max.” He lifted his eyes with an aggravated breath, turning hard after the stoplight changed. Max snickered and Evie wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Eyes darting at the many trees they passed until they began to blur. A sea of earthy tones and pure white frost pooling. Almost looked like chaotic, muddy ocean waves. Crashing.

   Sensing the nerves, Billy’s hand found her knee. Stayed there until they got to school. Thumb smoothing.

   “See you two later.” Chipper for once in the morning, Mad Max jumped out after them and raced down the hill to meet Dustin waving across the way. Evie huffed as he looked between Billy and her then asked Max an obvious question out of earshot.

   Students moved all around them. Many pausing to glance at Evie Fenny appearing from the magical blue of Billy Hargrove's legendary Camaro. She didn't belong there. One hot orgasm wouldn't change that. Fingers curled into her bag’s strap. Nervously twisting it.

   “He’s not gonna be in there and you won’t feel better until you face it.” Billy finished his cigarette against the hood. Eyes pointed.

   “We could just skip.” Evie looked around at passing students and Billy came to her side.

   “You do know how to tempt me. C’mon.” An arm swept around her shoulders. Nearby students took more frantic notes as they got down the hill so Evie wiggled from him. Kept walking and felt sick by the time they got to her locker.

   “People are staring at us.” She faced inside and sorted books. Billy leaned next to her. Eyes flickering with this unreadable expression. 

   “I didn’t notice.”

   Evie gave him this glance like she didn’t believe him. 

   "I don't care." Came the actual sentiment.

   “I have to get to calc.” Evie dismissively shut the metal door and gasped when he kissed her. Right there in front of everyone. Billy cupping her cheeks. Making a point in his way. Cartoon confetti tumbling down. Students watched Evie stumble into the lockers. Billy Hargrove’s arm steady around her back. Pulling her into his body as if he wanted her and only her and nothing else existed.

   “Clear enough, Angel?” He pulled out. Left her breathless. Unworried and wishing it was enough to unbind her nerves. A thumb fixed her lipstick idly. “See you in English. Don’t run.” Billy swept off. Students parting to let their king by. Evie shuddered to herself and hunched to hurry in the opposite direction. Cheeks burning. 

   Brush me again.

   She didn’t learn much in her first period. Heather met her at the door and kept glancing the entire class. Carol and Tommy both skipped. That should have brought Evie some ease. Instead, she figured she might blow chunks.

   The first bell had her springing up. Not even waiting for Heather as she disappeared into crowds. Shoving a bathroom door open so she could throw up her breakfast. Two eggs arranged with wheat toast. Mona had spent the entire time prattling about some man she was seeing as if Evie were her best friend and therapist and not a soul she gave birth to.

   Evie so often wondered if her mother had wanted her. Really wanted her. This life that stilled all her starlight, electric dreams. And not treated birth as a duty because these things can happen.

   Luck was not on her side. Evie had passed Carol in there with a couple of other girls in her gaggle's orbit. Smoking and late to class. Too cool for it either way.

   Bile and food exploded into the toilet bowl. A twisted clothing pin that was stuck somewhere it shouldn't have been came up too. Evie swallowed that a good while ago. Spots of blood pricked.

   “Gross, Fenny, didn’t know you were that type.” Vicki sneered outside at the sound. Snickering followed. “Two fingers are better than one, precious. I hope you give Billy’s dick better treatment.” Footsteps followed and Evie didn’t have time to be mortified. She figured they all left and gasped. Spotted a loose bolt in the wall. 

   Evie propped her head up and fumbled to unscrew it.

   Heard voices that told her to stop. Just stop. She can stop. She can stop this at any time.

   There rust.

   It went down and Evie felt that sickly wave of calm wash. Rocked back to a distant shore and wiped her mouth on a wad of thin toilet paper. Felt disgusting. Gave her cheek a soft pat like a baby. Breathe. Breathe. Feet staggered out with her backpack to see Carol sitting on the farthest sink like it was a throne. Smoking still and far too elated.

   Shame sunk its talons into Evie like Carol watched the entire thing play out. 

   Unable to even rasp, she went to the sink and washed out her mouth. 

   “Not preggers are you?” Smoke pooled up.

   “Just sick.” Evie bit back, hands braced over the sink.

   “About the party,” Carol continued, not listening as she snuffed out her cig against the mirror's corner, “I was so drunk. Don’t take it personally.”

   “Fine.”

   “I just think it’s a fresh start today. New leaves. Right?” Carol dug around as Evie shuddered and tried to reapply her lipstick. The redhead approached. “Here.”

   A stick of bubblegum flicked out. Evie eyed it suspiciously and Carol actually smiled. Glossy lips curling before she chewed her own piece. Blew a plush pink bubble for good measure.

   It popped.

   “Nothing funny. You need to work on those trust issues. Especially if you’re gonna hang with Billy. He gets around." Her head cocked. "Don't mind Vicki, by the way, Billy sorta dropped her unexpectedly. Hm. She was hoping to take him all the way to prom and only got one taste at Lover's Lake. Poor thing.” 

   Carefully, Evie took it. Let the sweet flavor fill her rustic mouth. Didn’t mask enough.

   “Thanks…”

   “Anytime.” Carol went to the door and stopped. Lips smacked. Couldn't hold it in any longer and let the glee flow. Red hair flicked. “So how does it work, you and Bowers, is it a grade thing? Are you just easy? I’m so curious because he seems like a guy who could get anyone. Billy, too. So, why you, Evie?"

   The question that kept Evangeline up at night haunted the air. Carol grew relentless.

   "Are you a witch of some kind? Could be comparing the young and old. Gross. Maybe you work well on your knees. I’d love some tips.”

   Evie stared at the sink. Heard the bell blare signaling she was late. A deafening silence followed.

   “I don’t…” She peered at Carol crossing her arms to smile. The gum went sour. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” 

   “I don’t know if I’m grossed out or impressed, Evie,” Carol faked a look of shock, “you really suck off our teacher. I mean, how pathetic do you have to be?” A nasty, faux scoff followed. 

   "As if you weren't leaning over his desk to press your tits against his back and hiking your skirts up all the same." Evie shot up. Caught Carol off guard by matching her malice. Easily.

   Evie found herself shaking. Face hot. Eyes betraying her too well.

   “But, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone.” She spat the gum in the trash and pushed out to go. Carol followed her down the empty hallway, skipping and loving this side of Evie that poured like tar.

   “Does he at least buy you nice dinners? I bet he’s flush with cash. Buys you things in leather and lace. Does he have a preference? I think lace. You're a dainty spring flower he plucks the petals from all for himself. Right?" Carol struck Evie with an arrow at that sentiment. "Is Billy jealous? Bowers is probably into the weird shit. You must be a real pro at-” Carol hitched to squeal when Evie flared.

   Two hands plucking her up to shove her into the lockers. Breaths in sync, Evie found herself hissing. A fire built to pour and ravage. Warming them both. She leaned too close to Carol's face.

   “Just, shut up.” She trembled, teeth-baring. A silver tear fell down her cheek. Fingers warped into Carol's pink turtleneck sweater. The trapped girl actually reached up to catch it on her finger. Looked dreamily into the droplet like she was viewing a distant memory.

   “Ah, you’re actually crying. Like a little baby. You should start wearing a big red A, Fen. Bowers must love having a little baby girl around. Dress her up and down, down, down.” Carol sneered, glossy lips popping.

   She dropped the pretense as Evie held her there. Let it all flutter. Started to shatter silently. Evangeline wondered. She really wondered if what Carol Perkins saw in her that she hated so much was just herself reflected. Poor thing.

   Poor things.

   "You don't know shit about me." Evie managed. It sounded so unconvincing coming out.

   "I know all these people around here are weak. They're so fucking weak." Came the spark. "But, not us."

   Carol came in close. Added fuel to the fires. Did something peculiar and gave Evie this sickly sweet peck on the lips. Gloss and red mingled. She stole something she saw deep inside of Evie that she felt too. Got shoved back again when Evie recovered. Tongued her mouth after tasting the salt of more tears. Carol was welling now. Voice low. Starting to quiver. Evie's fingers left blushing marks on freckled skin.

   It hurt and Carol loved that it hurt.

   “It feels good, doesn’t it? Real good. Pile that pain onto someone else. This. Feels better.” Carol sniffled with budding fury. Waited for admission. She tremored and asked a question that killed them both. "What happens when we run out of silky petals, Evie, huh? What the fuck do we do then?"

   Tears shed, they didn't cleanse.

   "I d-don't know, Carol," Evie released the thoughts and mourned it deeply, "but, I think about it every single day."

   Disgust welled. Evie thought of Fredrick grabbing at her. Seething to keep their secrets locked at any cost.

   Wheels within wheels. Turning endlessly.

   Fires within fires.

   She dropped Carol and stalked off. Proud like Hester in The Scarlet Letter. Fleeting temptress with dominance and power for days like Abigail in The Crucible. Heroines and villains and virgins and whores and martyrs. None of them win.

   Women were always packaged just so. The world seemed to prefer that. All these stories Fredrick made her read and reread until she took them into her soul. Lolita who always gets the blame she never deserved because she was young and a victim and no one cares about that. Why don't they care about us? They care about how she was prepackaged by a society that never tried to save her.

   No one cares or grieves why and how women are carved from pristine marble, only that it's their fault if they tarnish and crack. Their fault if they stumble and fall. No going back.

   No going back.

   White roses painted red. They never asked first.

   Evie was a couple of steps away from the classroom when a mass of claws tore into her curls. Yanked her back so hard that her backpack fell off. 

   “Still pretending you’re better than me, bitch! Admit it!” 

   Evie cried out. Alerted nearby classes. Thought of Fredrick tearing her down the same way and whirled with her hand out on pure instinct. Smacked Carol in the mouth. Froze with huge eyes. And Carol actually smiled. Bloodied teeth and sticky lip gloss. She looked like such a girl there.

   "Alright, Fenny babe, I'll play the villain for you. Just like you wanted." Carol dove on Evie while classes began to pool out. They hit the floor and lockers rolling around. Not really landing punches or slaps. Just locked around each other shouting and tearing into clothing and loose hair. Both crying.

   “Shit!” Billy, Steve, and Tommy shoved through the jeering teens to pull them apart. Chaos rained.

   “Girl fight! Girl fight!” This school really reveled in such things every single time. 

   “We need help here! Ladies, enough!” The poor substitute in Bowers' room was not having a great first day.

   “Get off me!” Carol finally detached from Evie so Billy scooped her up under the arms. The redhead noticed Mr. Bowers wasn’t around and stopped struggling. This cruel look twisted her face. 

   “Can’t leave you alone for a second, huh?” Billy’s voice brought Evie back into the shouting as she scrambled up with his help.

   “You two! Principal!” Another teacher came between them. The useless security guard was just now jogging around the corner. Evie tore her bag up and passed Steve and Tommy. Carol was already stomping off. Something awful lighting her bones aflame. Red locks bounced and became fire.

   Ushered away through crowds, they were put into a cramped room. Seated next to each other.

   “Perkins and Fenny?” Their principal plopped into a chair with his secretary sitting in back to make notes. “I haven’t had problems with either of you.”

   Carol burst right there. Sobbed through the words.

   “It’s all Evie's fault! She slept with him and she’s just getting away with it! She gets everything! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of all this and...and I want it to stop! I just want it all to stop!” 

   “Ms. Perkins, you’re not being app-!”

   “What if I told you it was a grown man, huh! Maybe someone who works here.”

   “Liar!” Evie wretched over her chair to swat at Carol until they had to be forced apart again into separate rooms. A clock ticked. Blared in her ear and made her crazy while she waited. Tears streamed.

   Carol was about to ruin her life. Drag all this shit back to the surface.

   God, what would Mona say if she knew her daughter was an evil temptress?

   Evie got into her bag for something. Anything to make it better. Nothing small enough to swallow at the bottom so Evie just rocked. Patting her cheek again to console herself. Bubblegum lip gloss still stained her red lips. No wiping it away.

   Chief Hopper poked his head into the room ten minutes later, causing her to drop the bag and send her items everywhere.

   Hester. Abigail. Lolita. Twisting goddesses. They all pay for it somehow. The narrative always makes them pay and they never had a chance to be anything else. Can't blame them.

   Poor things. Lost to the fires within fires.

   Books and papers flew out elegantly around her feet. Scattering away as Evie burst into harsh tears.

~~~~~~~~~

Oof, sorry to end it there lads! More to come and thank you so so much for following as always. All the comments mean so much to me and I’d love to chat about the chapter!! Thanks!

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[dylangasmsforusall]

I was tagged by @faerlie-certain to post 7 sentences of a current wip.

You get 2 wips, as a treat!

Ome of my Leverage OT3 wips:

“You two tryna give me an aneurysm?” Eliot asked, cleared his throat, and asked again.

He drew one knee up and dropped the book down against his thigh, holding it open with one thumb between the pages.

And he began to read, hearing Parker shift in the tub to lean over the edge next to him.  Her head was pillowed on one curved elbow while her other hand moved to let her fingers drift through the hair at the back of his head and neck once again.

(Pov change) He (Hardison) walked through their bedroom and stood in the doorway of the bathroom, letting his eyes take in the sight of Parker lounging in a bubble bath, arm pillowed on the edge of the tub, fingers in Eliot’s hair as he read aloud from her book on the floor next to the tub.

Fuck, they were breathtaking.

Hardison was a little disappointed in himself when his presence drew their attention from their warm and comforting little bubble and they both looked up at him.  Their soft smooth smiles turned into more serious expressions at what he could only assume was his posture and face.

Tsk, that was more than seven, but its better than how i really just wanted to paste the whooole scene cuz its warm and so soft i wanna die

Nexxtt. STEREK wip.

Whenever someone needed his assistance, which was a lot more often than Stiles realized would be a thing, Stiles would help them handle their problems from his location or he’d go deal with it where they were if they couldn’t handle it themselves.  Sometimes people would be shocked when they saw him arrive for the job, not expecting some kid who looked like he was still a teenager, covered in magical tattoos and a few visible piercings.  He always had to hide a smirk or a laugh at their reactions, and then show them exactly how qualified he was to help them with their issues.

That was one of the things that Stiles’s magic inherently picked up on around his pack members; what they needed.  It decided what they were feeling, what would help them, and urged him to make teas or cook foods that would help ease their ailments.  It was a cool trick to flex, and never failed to make the pack look at him in a sort of awestruck way that almost always made Stiles internally flush.

 He looked from Derek to Stiles, then to Emma, who had ketchup all over her face. "Oh." He mumbled, snorting- Derek looked over to see the mess of his kid.  From what he could tell, Isaac  looked like he was about to get up and grab napkins, but Stiles appeared out of nowhere and had wiped off the ketchup with a napkin, causing Emma to giggle relentlessly until he was finished and walked back off to his desk, leaning over it to scribble something.

When they finally reached beacon hills, Stiles sighed and glanced at Derek. “I’d really prefer that Scott not know what happened with the Monroe pack and the pixies.” He mumbled, looking over at Derek.  “I don’t want another incident with him and killing something.” His voice was soft, sort of defeated.

Anndd tadaaahhh.

Oh wait. I have to tag. Um... my mind is still kinda asleep so whoooever wants to do this, please dooo, i wanna see all the wips

@alteridemlynch @rooftop-kisses @writerdragonfly

God i cant even remember who writes anymore help me.

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[sleepywiitchh]

athena | Αθήνα

this is a list of small devotional acts to honour and bond with athena, greek goddess of wisdom, war, battle strategy, and the arts

» read

» take up sewing, weaving, or knitting

» research something! this is actually a hobby of mine, i’ll randomly research something of interest to me. you can do podcasts (i love the killing of marilyn monroe), youtube videos, books, online articles, through anything.

» stick up for yourself and those you care about

» voice your beliefs

» ...learn proper grammar if you haven’t already lmao

» study, if you’re in school, or even if you’re not, learning is a lifelong journey

» exercise! not necessarily for appearance reasons but for your overall physical and mental health

» take a self defense class (especially if you’re female)

» can’t take a self defense class? utilize the internet and research pressure points and other overall safety tips (again, especially if you’re female)

» wake up early

» do chores, even just making your bed can make a huge difference (...i say white writing this from an unmade bed)

» pay attention in class

» pay attention to the arts, too. athena is a matron of the arts too

» write or read poetry

» use olive oil products

» incorporate cinnamon, geranium, cedar wood,  and patchouli into your life

» offer her coffee, she really likes it

» journal

» study up on history (even if it’s just listening to hamilton, i get the feeling she really likes it)

» spend time in bookstores and libraries, even if you’re not reading

» work on your self confidence

» take care of your mental health (i.e. taking pills, resting when needed, etc)

» to add on to the previous point, focus on self care! try to focus on the inside more than the outside, but let’s face it: who doesn’t love a good face mask and bubble bath

» volunteer for leadership positions (if you’re in school, student council, MUN, etc and if you’re at work, offer to supervise or organise an event)

» use crystals like amazonite, sodalite, tourmaline, tiger’s eye, and blue howlite

»  play strategy games

»  watch movies/tv with her! (i associate les mis, sherlock, brooklyn 99, and law and order as things she may like)

#athena #minerva #athena deity #athena goddess #minerva deity #minerva goddess #athena worship #minerva worship #hellenic #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheist #theoi #goddess #greek goddess #devotion #athena devotion #athena devotee #worship #witchcraft #witchblr #athena* #minerva* #sdva #small devotional acts

[jacquiesims]

Viper Canyon - Chapter Five

‘...She felt frantic and rushed, like there were a great deal of things she wished she had said to him and now there was no time for any of it.’

January 1852

Winnie entered the general store that morning, a gust of brisk air blowing in behind her as she closed the door with a solid click, smiling at the owner.

“Why, if it isn’t Miss Hawkins! How good to see you. I trust you and your family are doing well?” 

Mr. Monroe’s cheeks shone forth like two polished red beets above his snowy white beard as he shuffled forward from the back of the store, meeting Winnie in front of the till. 

“Good morning, Mr. Monroe. We’re doing very well, thank you for asking. And yourself?”

“As well as I can be with this arthritis bothering my old bones,” he replied, still smiling. “But that’s enough of that. Are you here for the job that I spoke about with your mother?” 

“As a matter of fact, I am. I came here to let you know I’d be happy to work at the store and I was very flattered you thought of me for the position.” 

He let out a great laugh from the bottom of his belly, reminding Winnie of Father Winter. She couldn’t help but smile in Mr. Monroe’s presence. He was the very personification of cheerfulness walking around on two stout legs.

“That’s wonderful to hear. Though I did want to ask you about something I heard – Viper Canyon may be small but gossip exists in every community, no matter the size – when I was in church just yesterday I heard something about you, and I wanted to know if it was true.”

Winnie was puzzled. What sort of gossip could exist about her ordinary life? Beatrice was the source of all the excitement in the family. Perhaps the rumor was about her younger sister and Mr. Monroe had gotten confused. 

“Of course. You can ask me anything, Mr. Monroe.” She tried to keep her face as warm as possible, lest her confusion confirm any false suspicions. 

“Is it true that you’re to marry Peter Langford, Joseph’s new wife’s boy?” 

She felt her heart start to beat a mile a minute. How had Mr. Monroe heard so soon? Her family had planned on keeping the engagement a secret until Peter’s eighteenth birthday in August. It was more than a few months before they’d planned on letting the news reach the townsfolk. Who had found out?

“Well…it doesn’t feel right to lie to you. Yes. Peter and I are engaged, but we won’t be married until after he’s turned eighteen and built a homestead.” 

Mr. Monroe nodded with a small sigh. “So, the rumors were true then. I congratulate you on your engagement, but unfortunately I have to rescind my offer for you to work in my store.” 

Winnie covered her mouth in shock as her jaw slacked open. “What? Why? Have I done something wrong?” She immediately began to recall the image of Mamma counting small coins on the table in the dim light of a single candle, caught when she thought her children had already gone to bed. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong, I assure you. But this position is for long-term employment, dear. I simply cannot have a married woman working behind the counter – you should be at home with your family, getting ready for your wedding, and after that you should be taking care of your husband. Not to mention that after the marriage you could be with child at a moment’s notice, and where does that leave me? High and dry with no salesgirl.” Mr. Monroe looked uncharacteristically sad. He gave Winnie a pitying look. “It would have been wonderful to have you working in the store with my son and myself. It breaks my heart to take away my offer, truly.” 

“Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?” Winnie cried, her voice cracking. “This job means to much to me and my family….” 

“No. I’m sorry, dear, but I won’t budge. It won’t do to have a bride-to-be as my salesgirl. If your sister were a bit older I’d be happy to extend the offer to her, but since not, I’m posting an advert in the newspaper today to fill the position.” 

Winnie was devastated. How could she return home and let Mamma know she had failed the family? She had longed to find a way to make herself useful in Viper Canyon, and her one opportunity to do so had been snatched from her over a marriage she still had mixed feelings about. 

In fear of shedding a tear in front of Mr. Monroe, Winnie turned to leave, only to crash straight into something solid and warm.

“Oh!” Winnie cried, rubbing her sore nose. “I’m so sorry – Elijah?” 

The formidable wall of flesh that she had crashed into was nothing other than the chest of a one Elijah McLain. He blinked at Winnie several times before clearing his throat. 

“Excuse me. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” 

She didn’t know what to say. The only other person besides herself, her family, and the family of her fiancé to know about the engagement was Elijah himself – the pieces clicked together in her mind as she stared into his green eyes. 

“If you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave. Good day, Elijah.”

As Winnie stormed down the dusty dirt road home, her mind was hot and boiling with uncharacteristic anger. Rationally, she knew that no matter what, Mr. Monroe would’ve had to let her go from the position. But there was no room for rational thought in her mind – in the heat of her frustration and embarrassment, all the blame was piled on Elijah’s head. 

There was no other explanation for how Mr. Monroe had heard about the engagement. Both families had been sworn to secrecy and Elijah was the only soul outside of either party to hear the news when Peter had slipped up in front of him the other night.

By the time Winnie had returned home, her head had been slightly cooled by the walk and the time spent in the warm sunshine. She knew it was wrong and sinful of her to hate Elijah for gossiping, but no matter how much she tried to suppress her frustration, it came boiling back up like hot water bubbling beneath a pot lid. 

With a great sigh, she entered the warmth of her family’s home, where Mamma was putting away the washing powder. 

“Why, you’re home early. I thought Mr. Monroe would’ve wanted you to start today.”

“Well…the truth is, Mamma…” Winnie wanted to dance around the subject as long as possible, but she knew deep down it wouldn’t do her any good. “Mr. Monroe changed his mind because he heard I’m to marry Peter. He said I should be at home preparing for the wedding.” 

Mamma froze for a moment. “He did? Oh, Watcher…that would be my fault, then.” 

Winnie’s head snapped up from the ground. “Your fault? But how?” 

“I was discussing the details of the wedding with Verity in church yesterday. We weren’t sure how we were dividing up the duties of preparing, and neither of us were very careful about making sure there were no prying ears around…we eventually noticed Mr. Monroe listening in on our conversation, but it was too late. We had hoped his hearing had gone enough in his old age that he wouldn’t have been able to make out our conversation, but alas, apparently it hasn’t.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Well, you’ll have to forgive me. We can find some other way to make do, I’m sure. We always have.”

“It’s all right, Mamma. We can think of other ways to get by…but my, that’s such a relief.” 

Mamma gave her daughter a curious look. “A relief how?” 

Even though Winnie wanted desperately to lie in the moment, she found that it was nearly impossible to fib to her mother. 

“I was thinking that Mr. Monroe had heard from Elijah about the wedding. I was in a terrible mood coming home from the store about it.” 

Without another word, Mamma simply smiled to herself, busying her hands with tidying the kitchen once more.

After a long day of tending to the livestock, the garden, and the rest of the chores, Winnie’s arms and legs were dreadfully sore. She had just finished washing her face in the basin upstairs, relieved to have the sweat and grime off her skin. Before she could collapse into the armchair with a good book, however, Mamma called to her as she came down the stairs.

“Winnie, be a dear and help Papa with the horse, won’t you? He’s in the barn.” 

Knowing that she would smell like horses until her next bath, Winnie sighed, taking her aching and tired limbs out the door with her to the barn.

She entered the open barn doors to find unexpected company – for the second time that day, she was surprised to see Elijah before her. 

“Oh! I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know Elijah was visiting.” 

The trail guide gave Winnie a stone-faced glance as he finished handing something off to Papa. Winnie’s father looked guilty as he tucked the item into his trouser pocket. 

“He was just stopping by about a little bit of business, that’s all.”

“All right, then…” she muttered, wondering what sort of ‘business’ Elijah would have with her father. “I’ll tend to the horses, Papa.” 

“I guess I should be on my way,” Elijah said. 

Papa gave Elijah a straight-lipped smile. “Thank you. I’ll be over in two days’ time, just like you asked.” 

Winnie looked at the two men with curiosity glimmering in her eyes. What reason did Papa have to visit Elijah’s home? Right away, her mind began to race with ideas about a clandestine agreement between them. But what had Elijah handed off to Papa as she arrived at the barn? They seemed to be anxious to keep the arrangement under wraps.

“I suppose this is farewell, then,” Elijah said to Winnie suddenly. 

She turned to face him. “Farewell? Are you going on a trip?”

“Er…in a manner of speaking. I’ve got to leave to head back east tomorrow if I’m going to make it to Independence on time to escort my next train.” 

“East…you’re going back east?” Instantly, she felt frantic and rushed, like there were a great deal of things she wished she had said to him and now there was no time for any of it.

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been hired as a trail guide again. Eventually, I know folks won’t have much need for men like me, but until then…I’ve got to make my living somehow.”

“So, you won’t be back until the fall?” 

Elijah nodded solemnly. “I’ll be back by October or November, if the conditions on the trail are fair. If not, December at the latest – but hopefully it won’t come to that.” 

“Watcher forbid you get stuck in any ill weather,” Papa said quietly. “I’ve got to run this into the safe inside. Thank you again, Elijah.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Winnie watched as her father left the barn and entered their humble house. 

Now that they were alone together, Winnie was at a loss for words. There was a terrible hurricane of mixed emotions whirling around in her brain, making her feel whiplashed. She wasn’t sure exactly how to feel now that Elijah was leaving – her frustration over losing her job, her lingering worry over the argument with Bea, the anxiety about their finances, her forthcoming wedding woes, and on top of it all now Elijah was leaving and may not return to Viper Canyon safely, if at all? It felt as though there was a great elephant on her chest. She took a strained breath, trying to calm her senses. 

“I’ve asked your father to watch after my livestock and my home while I’m gone,” he explained. “I was handing him payment when you walked in.” 

There was a small raindrop of relief on her conscience. “That’s very kind of you.” 

“I’ve asked Joseph to do it for the past few years, but…I hope it’s not rude for me to say that I knew your family needed the money more.” 

“It’s not,” Winnie replied quietly. “Not rude at all.”

They stood in the barn for a few moments, neither sure of what to say. Elijah was the first to speak.

“You’ll…you’ll be married by the time I come back, won’t you?” 

The question took Winnie off guard. There was a sudden pain in her heart. “Well, it all depends…perhaps I shall be. Though I would like it if you could be at the wedding.” 

She remembered their awkward waltz at Joseph and Verity’s ceremony – Elijah was little more than a stranger to her then, and now she regarded him as a close family friend. There was a heavy guilt in her mind as she recalled her foolish anger earlier that day. She should’ve known better than to assume Elijah would ever put her or her family in such a position. 

“I hope I make it back on time.”

“I do, too.” 

She tried her best to smile, but it was unexpectedly difficult under the circumstances. Her family had been lucky when they crossed the trail. Although they encountered some hardships, they managed to all make it the almost two thousand miles to Viper Canyon safely and in one piece. Most weren’t so lucky. What if Elijah was hurt, or taken ill, or even worse – killed? The same bubble of sorrow in her throat that she had felt when Mr. Monroe took away his job offer agonizingly returned. 

“I’m going to miss you, Elijah.” 

He looked surprised, if not a little embarrassed. 

“I…hope you make it back safely. I’ll pray to The Watcher that you do.”

“Thank you.” 

Again, there was more pained silence. Elijah, too, was feeling that same sense of urgency to tell Winnie something – anything – that he couldn’t put his finger on. 

“I’ll see you, then. In the fall.” 

Winnie met his eyes. “I look forward to it.”

END OF PART ONE

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(I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. If anyone is looking to raise money for a charity, I recommend getting people to pledge one dollar for every time I make Elijah pose with his hand on the back of his neck. 

There will be a time skip after this chapter, so be prepared for things to be very different when Chapter Six comes! As always, let me know what you thought and thanks for taking the time to give this a read :) 

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[wee-chlo]

I know it seems like RDR1 negates the sacrifices of RDR2 so here’s a happy thought.

Jack, sad and depressed and bitter and alone in the run-down ruin of Beecher’s Hope, finding the journal Arthur and John ended up sharing. Reading it. He doesn’t remember much of what they talk about, he was only four, but there are very faint memories of moving a lot. Names that seem vaguely familiar.

It becomes a bit of an obsession with him. Like vengeance but a little lighter, a little more hopeful. He transcribes everything in the journal because the thing’s falling a part a fair bit, and then starts trying to figure out who these people are.

One thing leads to another and suddenly he’s running around to Valentine and Strawberry and Blackwater and Saint Denis, or the places that hold the historical archives of those towns. He’s pawing through paperwork and going through slides of newspapers finding scraps about the Van Der Linde Gang. 

He finds out where Mary-Beth is first, since she’s a writer with a mailbox for fan letters and official correspondence. He writes her a letter that he’s rewritten a hundred times or more and gets one back within a week bubbling with joy and excitement and inviting him to meet her. He gets a haircut, shaves, takes a bath. He didn’t do any of those things much before but recently he’s found it’s easier to get into places if you don’t look like a deranged hobo.

Mary-Beth is beautiful and elegant and kind and has an excellent memory. She tells him about Arthur and John and Dutch and the gang. She remembers Kieran fondly and Lenny and Hosea with grief and love and Micah with disdain. She tells him about Miss Grimshaw and Pearson and Karen and Javier and Bill. She directs him to Tilly, who she keeps in touch with.

Tilly is older now, but still kind and understanding and with no patience for nonsense. She’s married to a good man with two children who scurry underfoot as she and Jack talk about the gang. He’s taking notes. He’s always taking notes. Sometimes he forgets, he’s so engrossed in what she’s saying, but she’s good about gently reminding him to. She directs him to Reverend Swanson.

The Reverend’s the easiest to find but maybe the hardest to get a hold of, being a respected reverend with a large congregation, but when Jack sheepishly approaches him after a sermon, he enthusiastically ushers the young man into his office. Swanson wasn’t young during the heyday of the gang and he’s old now, his red hair and mustache grayed out and joints achy enough to need the support of a cane but he’s still remarkably sharp.

Reverend Swanson and Jack talk for a very long time about more than just the gang. Jack didn’t tell Mary-Beth or Tilly about Ross and the riverbank. He told them about Uncle and Abigail and John but not Ross. Not Ricketts or the family he left as broken as his own out of spite. He tells Reverend Swanson though. And Reverend Swanson takes the same stories that Tilly and Mary-Beth told, the ones that Abigail and John were too heartbroken or angry about to tell, and turns them into words of encouragement. Faith. Hope. How men with violent pasts can move past them, live good lives, redeem themselves, live and die with honor and dignity. He recites a piece of scripture he would say often to the gang, eyes a little soft with memory and sadness and wistfulness. 

“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings of eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.”

Will you read me that passage Reverend Swanson used to read? You remember that?

Jack Marston did a lot of things after his father died, and a lot of things after his mother died, but he never cried. He’d had to be strong for his mother, so he’d grit his teeth and blinked past them and by the time she’d died and he’d buried her next to John on the hill above Beecher’s Hope, they’d all fossilized in his chest, locked at the base of his throat like a scream. 

Here, though, he feels something snap like a wishbone in his chest, and they just spill out.

“Jack?” Reverend Swanson asks gently.

“I couldn’t remember it,” Jack says. “M-Mama asked me to read that and I... I couldn’t remember.”

That’s not quite it but it’s close enough. Reverend Swanson seems to have some experience with men like Jack. He smiles and nods and reaches over and takes Jack’s hand in his and lets him weep.

Charles is harder to find, in a reservation far up north in the Canadian Yukon. People there aren’t terribly interested in telling him where Charles lives and don’t really seem to buy that he’s an old friend, so he just asks them to let Charles know where he’s staying. 

Charles finds him a day later, still a bear of a man, still surrounded by this air of silent, simple serenity. Jack wonders if he’ll ever be able to do that. He doubts it.

Charles speaks softly and simply. He doesn’t gush the way Mary-Beth did or meander the way the Reverend did. He doesn’t beat around the bush or shy away from harsher memories. The treatment of the Wapiti tribe is still a bitter thing, something sharp around the edges that Jack hesitates to press, but he offers details the others didn’t have. He was a rider when the others were at camp. 

Like with Reverend Swanson, Jack feels an instinctive need to speak. To tell Charles things he didn’t tell the others out of shame or fear or a desperate need to forget. Maybe because Charles offers details like that of his own, things that he clearly doesn’t enjoy talking about but because it’s Jack...

“I killed Edgar Ross,” Jack says quietly when Charles mentions Hosea. Charles pauses.

“Why?” He asks, and that brings Jack up short.

“Because... because he killed my pa!” he stammers. “He hunted us down and, and...” Bile rises in his throat, that old scream that he didn’t let out, the smell of blood and his mother’s sobs and the screams of horses and guns and...

“Is it over now?” Charles asks, cutting off his thoughts easily. Jack doesn’t know what to say. Charles smiles slightly, sadly. “Let it be over now. It’s what they wanted for you.” 

Jack feels tears tearing at him again but this time he fights them back.

“You deserved better,” he says, his throat tightening and betraying everything he’s trying to hide. “You all deserved better.”

And he finds that he isn’t just talking about the Van Der Linde Gang,  who all died somehow, either grandly or softly or in some small, dark way that left them waking up at night in a cold sweat. He’s talking about the Wapiti Tribe, and Eagle Flies, and Rains Fall. He’s talking about Beau Gray and Penelope Braithwaite. He’s talking about those legendary gunslingers who lived on the run or died in the dirt. He’s talking about Lyndon Monroe and Thomas Downs and Luisa Fortuna and Nastas and everyone but himself, who was too stupid to let things go, too stupid to do what his mother begged him to on her deathbed and just find a quiet place to live and grow old and die.

“Maybe,” Charles agreed, standing and holding out a hand for Jack to shake. “Too late for that, though. Better to keep going.”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 spoilers #jack marston #reverend swanson #charles smith

[mamapriest]

THE MANY, MANY WOMEN OF ICONIC SINGER FRANK SINATRA

December 2018 | By David Clarke

Frank Sinatra, arguably the most famous person of the 20th century, was many things. He was a singer, an actor, and a producer. He also happened to be a womanizer. It’s no secret that Sinatra, the epitome of cool, made many women swoon, and the list of those he had relationships with is a who’s who of beautiful stars. We’ve compiled a list of Frank Sinatra’s lovers, spanning decades. Some will come as no surprise, but we expect some of them to shock you. 

GRACE KELLY

An actress, Grace Kelly became the princess of Monaco after marrying Prince Rainier III in 1956. Before that, she had relationships with some actors. It was rumored that she had a romantic relationship with Frank Sinatra off-screen when they worked together on High Society.

JUDY GARLAND

Judy Garland was romantically involved with Frank Sinatra on two occasions. The first was in 1949, when Garland was recovering from a nervous breakdown and the two went on a romantic rendezvous in the Hamptons. At the time, she was still married to director Vincente Minnelli. The second was in 1955, during one of Garland’s many separations from her third husband, Sid Luft.

LAUREN BACALL

Frank Sinatra was very close to Lauren Bacall. Humphrey Bogart, Sinatra’s friend and workmate, was married to Bacall from 1945 until his death in 1957. Bogart believed that Sinatra was in love with Bacall, and failed to attend Bacall’s 32nd birthday party out of jealousy. Sinatra and Bacall were frequently seen together in 1957. On March 11, 1958, they reportedly got engaged, though Sinatra denied intending to marry her.

GLORIA VANDERBILT

An artist, author, actress, and socialite, Gloria Vanderbilt had a long list of famous lovers — Howard Hughes, Marlon Brando, Errol Flynn, and Frank Sinatra. Vanderbilt remembers Sinatra being a wonderful friend to her.

MARILYN MONROE

Marilyn and Frank began seeing each other casually in the late 1950s — her maid Lena Pepitone says the star even moved into Frank’s L.A. home briefly to recover after her split from Joe — but their romance really heated up in 1961. “They spent a lot of nights together,” said Jimmy Whiting, a Sinatra friend. “They took bubble baths together.” Out of deference to her ex-husband, who had been a friend, Frank tried to keep the relationship a secret. “He didn’t want Joe to get pissed off,” Jim White, an insider, explained.

JULIET PROWSE

Juliet Prowse was an Anglo-Indian dancer. She was engaged to Frank Sinatra for a short while, from fall 1961 to early 1962, before Sinatra broke it off later that year because Prowse refused to give up her career.

ANGIE DICKINSON

Frank Sinatra was romantically involved with Angie Dickinson on and off for 10 years, from around 1954 to 1964. In 1999, after Sinatra’s death, Dickinson stated that she and Sinatra had an incredible “like” for each other. They had a very comfortable relationship and a burning affair, she added.

GINA LOLLOBRIGIDA

An actress, photojournalist, and sculptor, Gina Lollobrigida co-starred with Frank Sinatra in the film Never So Few. Off-screen, they were reportedly involved romantically.

SHIRLEY MACLAINE

Actress/singer/dancer Shirley MacLaine and Frank Sinatra were extremely close friends. They co-starred in the film Some Came Running and were spotted going to a party together. Were they more than just friends? We’re not sure, but there’s no question that MacLaine loved Sinatra.

DONNA REED

Donna Reed, an actress and producer, worked with Frank Sinatra in the film From Here to Eternity, and they both won Oscars for their work in the movie. Reports spread that they were dating during filming.

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[marvul-imagines]

Oceans Away

Chapter One

Three months ago

The room was dark, grainy, with a little bit of sunlight filtering in, barely making an impression through the amount of dust, filtering and dancing through the air. Asia Monroe, Agent of Shield, lay on the thin cot beneath her for a moment, unmoving, simply taking in her surroundings. She didn't want anyone to know she was awake yet, not until she figured out where she was and why she was here. And why the fuck her head hurt so badly. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the pain, and the musty scents of dust, and trying to feel for anything at all, anything familiar. She stretched her senses out, feeling for any bit of water, the water that composed a human body, that she could.

Before she even got the chance to do so, a door creaked slowly open. Asia forced herself to take slow, measured breaths, not wanting to give away that she had woken up quite yet. Not that she would even get the chance. "So, you're awake," a familiar, deep voice spoke, a weight touching the edge of the bed as a man sat down. "How's your head? They had you pretty messed up in there."

The brunette slowly opened her eyes, the jig was up anyways, to see Clint Barton, wearing all black, sitting at the foot of her bed. "Clint? What are you doing..here? Where is here, by the way?" She asked all at once, trying to prop herself up, but a blazing pain raced through her head before she could do so.

"Ehh, you probably shouldn't try and do that just yet. You're going to be pretty out of it for a bit. What do you remember?" Clint asked her, brow furrowing as he looked down at her.

Asia tried to think about it, tried to remember where she was, what she had been doing. Why was she out with Clint? Where was Nat? Where was the rest of her usual team? Thoughts, inklings of them, started to slowly drift into her mind. They had been on a mission for....something? Whenever she tried to think about that it was like someone had cut the footage, there was nothing but empty black. "Mmm....Coulson sent us...you and me and Natasha out here, for, uh, for something?" She said, trying once more to sit up, rubbing at her left eye with the heel of her palm. "We're in Eastern Europe, I think? I guess it's hard to tell from in here but I'm....pretty sure that's where we were. Where are we?"

"A little place called Hell. And, you've got that much right," Clint grinned, adjusting the curtain to let a little more light in for her, "Looks like the Red Room didn't fuck with your mind too badly. Shame, now I'll still have to deal with your annoying jokes," his words were teasing, but there was still that intense look of studying her, making sure she was okay.

"The Red Room?" Asia asked groggily, the words causing her brain to ache when she tried to think about it. "What...what was I doing there? What were we doing?"

"Deep undercover, Monroe. You were pretending to be their latest initiate. Was going great, till they clearly caught wind of what we were doing," Clint sighed, shaking his head. "I should have done something more. Something...." he looked like he wanted to punch something. "They had started a basic mind-wipe on you. Thankfully, I got there in time. You should, hopefully, be back in tip top shape shortly."

"What about Nat? Where is she? Is she okay?" Asia asked, finally managing to sit all of the way upright. If she was hurt, Nat should be here. She always was.

"Calm down, kiddo, she's fine," Clint said, standing up and placing a pillow behind Asia's back. "She's just doing a little bit of...clean up. Eliminating the rest of the Room's operatives who were there, getting the kids out safely. She'll be back soon, I'm sure. Until then...want some soup or something?"

On queue, her stomach growled. "Yes, please," Asia muttered, her head still pounding. What else had she forgotten? She didn't like the idea of being unmade. Hazily, she reached for the phone on the wooden table beside her cot, looking at the time. 17:39. The man on the background of her screen, she knew him instantly. Leo Fitz. At least she hadn't forgotten the people who mattered. At least it was just the details of this mission.

But, unfortunately, she did remember the familiar ache of her screen, empty of all messages. He hadn't reached out to her, not once, not to make sure she was okay, to make sure he was alive. He had been far too busy as of late, too busy for her, too busy for anyone. He spent all day, every day, in the Lab, in the basement, in the Library, trying to find any sort of hint as to what happened to Jemma Simmons. And his leads were starting to run dry, just like their relationship was starting to run dry.

It felt like he hardly paid her time of day anymore. They hadn't had sex in weeks, and he barely kissed her ever. She got it, he was busy, dedicated, wanting to make sure that their teammate got home alive. But she couldn't shake the feeling it had something to do with the grand confession of her emotions that Jemma had made to Leo literally days before her disappearance.

And she understood it, she did, she really really did. The desire to save a friend. She got that. She felt it too. Of course, she wanted Jemma back. But did she have to lose him along with it? That hurt more than her fucking head did right now. She looked over at Clint, her friend, her partner, her mentor. He seemed to have a fine relationship with Harper, even when he was gone for a long time. How could he make it so easy?

The shirtless man, the assassin turned Avenger turned part-time Avenger turned dad, gave her one last grin, before disappearing out the door he had come through, presumably off to make the soup. God, she wanted food. And she wanted to sleep, more. Her body begged for it. She let the phone drop back to the table, pretty damn sure she wouldn't be getting any messages on it any time soon.

She would sleep, she would eat, and then they could fly back to base and give a debrief to Coulson, if he was around and not too busy. And she was sure Daisy would want to see her. They had been up to their ears in work lately, with the Terrigen getting out into the ecosystem, causing an influx of people to turn Inhuman. They were pretty sure it had to do with the crystals dropped into the ocean, and somehow being consumed by fish. Most of the people who had turned had been taking Fish Oil pills, so it seemed like a likely answer. Too bad their best scientists were otherwise occupied.

As she leaned back down to let herself sleep, she found that the desire to rest was gone. Of course. Her mind was moving far too much now. Slowly, she swung her legs one by one over the edge of the bed. She wanted her ice bath. Back at HQ, she had started using an ice bath to absorb and heal her wounds. It also made her feel stronger, much stronger. She had found that, just as her body was able to control water, it was also able to make a space underneath the water for her to breath, separate the water from the oxygen. Sometimes, she even slept in there. She looked down at her arms, covered in green sleeves, and slowly rolled them up, revealing the bruises beneath. Yea, she could use an ice bath right about now.

Cautiously, she stumbled out of the makeshift bedroom and into the equally dimly lit hall of whatever shack they had rented for this mission. The cement floor was cool and clammy against her bare feet. She could hear the sound of water boiling on a stove just a door away, feel it bubbling if she tried hard enough, smell the soup in the pot, smell tea that Clint was making. She pushed into the kitchen, wincing at the bright light coming from the bulb above.

"God, whatever the hell they did feels like a hangover times a thousand," she groaned, dropping herself into one of the wooden kitchen chairs, feeling it groan beneath her weight. "Soup almost ready? I could kill for food right now."

"Funny part is, I'm pretty sure you would kill for food," Clint joked. "About two more minutes, so just hold your horses. Nat will be back soon, and then we can all fly home."

The two minutes went by quickly, and, in silence, the two Shield agents slurped their meal, waiting for their third member to arrive back safely.

And she did, safely and silently, which was quite a Natasha thing to do. They hadn't even heard her enter until she spoke. "What, ate all the good food without me while I'm out there cleaning up after you two?" Her tone was teasing, lighthearted. The redhead was still wearing her black suit when she walked into the kitchen, hugging Asia tightly from behind. "I'm glad they didn't hurt you too badly. Next time, I won't let them lay a finger on you." She said seriously, and Asia believed it. There were few people Natasha hated more in the world than the Red Room and their operatives.

"It's okay, it was worth it," Asia shrugged in reply. "If we were able to shut down one of their locations, then it was all worth it. Did you get the kids out?"

"Yea, to a Shield monitored orphanage," Natasha replied, setting her guns down onto the counter and pouring herself her own bowl of soup. "It may not be the best life, for now, but it's a hell of a lot better than what would have happened to them there. Plus, I talked to Tony and he's going to make a donation, help spruce things up a bit." She shoveled the soup into her mouth, and Asia took this as a sign that she didn't really want to talk about it anymore. The brunette nodded, going back to eating her own food.

"Well, now that we're all here and the jobs done, what do you guys say? Shall we blow this lame excuse for a Popsicle stand?" Clint asked, putting his bowl in the sink and rinsing it for a moment.

Nat and Asia looked at each other, before looking back at Clint and both nodding enthusiastically.

"That's what I thought," Clint grinned. "Plus, I'm sure Monroe here is excited to see that boy whose waiting for her back at base," Clint winked at her, causing Asia to roll her eyes and plaster a smile to her face. As good as spies as the two were, Asia had gotten pretty good at lying to both of them, at least when it came to her feelings. Yea, she was excited to sleep in her own bed. But she was pretty sure no one was there waiting for her.

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