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zawazawanightmares · 2 years

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Sweetie Belle & Red

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Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): A 4'11 cat girl with pale skin, long red hair that's braided back, bright red eyes, and matching red ears and a tail with a white tip. She doesn't have much in the way of breasts (think A cup), but she makes up for it with a slim waist and a perky butt. Regular outfit is a frilly pink crop top with a bouncy black skirt, red fishnets, and black flats. She's also wearing one of those leather choker with a metal heart in the front. She's shy and willing to do anything to please whoever she sees as in charge. Kinks: Anything but limits is on the table Limits: Snuff, toilet stuff, hyper attributes (dicks, tits, etc) Looking for: gentle sex, public/risky sex, thigh fucking, fingering, creampies, cum in panties, collaring, oral, and facesitting All is adaptable except limits!

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Like the MLP character?

Sweetie Belle: (Yup. Using the older version.)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Fair enough o3o))

Sweetie Belle: (Still, do you want a ref of her?)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Sure))

Sweetie Belle: https://www.deviantart.com/andoanimalia/art/Older-Sweetie-Belle-821832612

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Ooo cute! :D))

Sweetie Belle: (Would you like Sweetie and Red to interact?)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Sure! Do you mind her being an anthro cat girl though? I remember there being one in the movie so there is a precedent))

Sweetie Belle: (I absolutely do not mind Red being a catgirl.)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((cool, how should we start?))

Sweetie Belle: (Maybe Sweetie screws up a spell and it sends Red into her dimension?)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Sure!))

Sweetie Belle: (Do you want me to start?)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((If you don't mind ^ ^;))

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie cleared her throat as she prepared for incantation. Should be simple enough: she was just trying to create a portal to an opera house in another city. So what if Twilight said that a spatial spell was way too advanced for her at this stage? She could pull it off...she spoke the words, focus her energy, a red portal opened up...wait, red? Aren't they supposed to be blue or purple? Sweetie quickly began to regret a lot of decisions leading up to this moment as the portal shot out a short, furry, cute figure onto her floor. "Um...hello?" Sweetie awkwardly greeted while silently thinking Please don't be mad, eldritch beast...!

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red was just eating a cookie in an alley when a big, spiraling red thing appeared beside her and starting sucking her in. She tried to get away, grabbing her pack and scrambling away, but it was too close and too late. She screams right before she's sucked in, dropping her half eaten cookie. She's tossed onto the floor of this new, strange land, clinging to her pack as the poor thing trembles like a leaf in the wind, whimpering quietly.

Sweetie Belle: If Sweetie was guilty before, she definitely felt worse now. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf and she couldn't blame her. She was suddenly dropped into a new place and, judging from her appearance, she may not even be from this dimension. She made sure to approach her slowly when trying to comfort her. "Hey...I'm sorry about the mix-up. Are you okay?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red slowly looks up, and is met with a big, white horse with something pointy on its forehead. She whimpers, eyes darting to try and find the human that had spoken, not yet realizing it was the unicorn in front of her.

Sweetie Belle: "Yeah, I'm speaking." Sweetie realized that Red's people might look much different so she might not know that this is what people (i.e. ponies) look like in this dimension. "I'm Sweetie Belle. May I know your name?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red's eyes snap to Sweetie the moment she starts speaking again. She scoots a little bit away, slowly pushing herself to sit up. "R... R-Red..." She whispers, trembling.

Sweetie Belle: (Sorry. Had to take a phone call.)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((No problemo ^ ^))

Sweetie Belle: "Red, I'm sorry about this!" Sweetie gave her a sympathetic look. "I messed up a spell and...I'm not gonna hurt you or anything so please don't be scared."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She gulps, still watching her warily. "W... Where am I?" She asks, a hand going into her pack to try and find something to defend herself, just in case.

Sweetie Belle: "You're in Ponyville. Well...you're in my house in Ponyville. Everyone here is a pony so...heads up." She gave a nervous smile.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Everyone's a... pony? She frowns, watching her, "O...kay..." She looks down, pulling her hand out of her pack again, not sure what to do now. She's calmed down at least.

Sweetie Belle: "So you're Red. You're a cat...something and you're from another dimension." She summed up. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "I'm a... hybrid... cat and human." She sighs, rubbing her eye, "And you're Sweetie Belle... a pony from... this dimension..." She looks at Sweetie Belle, frowning, "... am I likely to survive here?" She asks.

Sweetie Belle: "I mean, yeah! Considering the basic necessities are food, water, shelter and clothing, you should be fine because we have all of that here!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She nods, "Okay..." She rubs the back of her neck, frowning as she thinks. It might be nicer here than back home... not much of a home in her dimension anyway. She rubs her eyes, her ears flat against her head as she stresses about what the hell she should do.

Sweetie Belle: "Still, I understand that this is a very new environment for you. Would you like me to send you back? It'll take some time but I should have a way of returning you by the end of the day."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She thinks, then shakes her head, "No... don't got anything to go home to..." She sighs, slowly getting up. She's about Sweetie's height while Sweetie's down on all hooves.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie gave her a sad smile. "Well, I got you into this so you're welcome to stay here for as long as you like."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red nods, slinging her pack over her shoulder, "... thank you." She murmurs and starts to leave.

Sweetie Belle: "Um, where are you going?" She asked out of concern. "I said you could stay here? In this house?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She pauses, then looks at her, "You... you meant here?" She asks, frowning.

Sweetie Belle: "Yeah, here! Is it not good enough? I mean, my sister lives not far away with her husband and children so she has a bigger fancier place but it might be a tough sell to get her to let a stranger stay over..."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "O-Oh no no this place is fine! Just..." She grips the straps of her pack, "I'm just... not used to having a home..." She looks down at the floor, quiet.

Sweetie Belle: "And I'm not used to cat humans. But I'll adjust. Maybe you can adjust to this for both of us?" She walked closer, giving a hopeful smile.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She looks at Sweetie, and smiles back, "Okay..." She giggles softly.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie smiled wider as she saw Red's first real smile. "Perfect! What do you wanna do first? We can do karaoke, or we can meet up with my friends, or we can even find you new clothes!" It seems the new company had brought out her inner child.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She giggles again, "Ah... I get the feeling your clothes wouldn't quite work on me..." She looks down at her bipedal self, then at Sweetie again.

Sweetie Belle: "Well...I can make some?" Sweetie said with a noticeable embarrassed blush.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She blinks, "... you make clothes?" She asks, tilting her head a little.

Sweetie Belle: "Yup! I come from a family of fabric designers. My sister is pretty famous around here and even makes clothes for royalty!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Wow! That's so cool!" She grins, purring audibly.

Sweetie Belle: She held her head high, proud of her sister's achievements. "That's right! She's has the Element of Generosity and she's friends with our Ruler of Equestria, Twilight Sparkle!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Whoa... that's even cooler." She giggles, bouncing a little on her feet.

Sweetie Belle: "Yup! I've always thought my sister was the coolest. I wanted to be just like her...but, my talents lied elsewhere." She looked at her flank, indicating her cutie mark.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She blinks, peering at her cutie mark. "... you do tattoos?" She asks, not sure what she's looking at.

Sweetie Belle: "Oh no, this is my cutie mark. Everypony gets one eventually. It shows off your talent." Sweetie turned to give her a better look. "Mine is for singing."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Ohh... my world doesn't have anything like that." She shrugs.

Sweetie Belle: "Really? No cutie marks? Hmm..." Sweetie thought. "How do you know how to set yourself apart from your other pon---uh, cat humans?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She frowns, "Just... by our selves? We don't really have anything telling us what we're best at and what we should do for our entire lives..."

Sweetie Belle: "Oh...that must be kinda confusing..." Sweetie raised her hoof and tapped her own head, thinking. "So you just change jobs and goals all the time?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Well not all the time, it's just... we gotta figure out what we like to do, what we're good at, stuff like that."

Sweetie Belle: "And when you realize that...you don't get a cutie mark?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Nope, and sometimes it changes, sometimes it takes a really long time to figure it out. Like, well into adulthood. Some people never find out, but honestly? I think it's okay to not know for sure... when do you normally get cutie marks here?"

Sweetie Belle: "When we figure out what sets us apart from the other ponies. So...around pre-teen to teenage years, I guess?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Huh..." She rubs the back of her neck, "Must be nice..."

Sweetie Belle: "I mean, being able to switch talents and goals sounds pretty nice too..."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She snorts, "Guess we're a little jealous of each other's worlds..."

Sweetie Belle: "I guess Applejack was right: the granny smith is always greener in the other orchard."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red blinks and tilts her head, "... we've got a similar saying, but it's the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence."

Sweetie Belle: "That sounds funny!" She said while laughing.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She snorts softly, smiling, "Yeah I guess so." She giggles.

Sweetie Belle: "So, what would you like to do first? Did you eat?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Oh- yeah, I-I-" her stomach growls at that exact moment and her face flushes bright red, "... i-it's a thing I can do." She mumbles.

Sweetie Belle: She smiled. "I know a girl who can feel your stomach right up! Come on." She walked out the door for Red to follow.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She follows of course, "Who?" She asks, tilting her head. She makes sure her pack is securely on her as she walks out with Sweetie.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie led her through Ponyville where Red's different appearance got her a few looks but no lingering stares as Sweetie led her into Sugarcube Corner. "Hello Pinkie!" "Hiya Belle!" Pinkie waved from behind the counter. "Ooo...new friend?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She kept a hand on Sweetie's shoulder as they walked, her tail fluffed up as she tried to keep herself calm. She looks at the vibrant pink pony and blinks a couple times, tilting her head. "Hi..." She says, her tail swishing slowly.

Sweetie Belle: "Pinkie, this is Red. Red, this is Pinkie Pie. She owns this bakery." Sweetie Belle explained. "And...?" Pinkie leaned forward expectantly. "And...she's super good at parties." Sweetie added with a roll of the eyes. "Yes! The "super" part is important." Pinkie clarified.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She giggles softly, "I-It's nice to meet you..." She says quietly. The idea of a party already started to scare her, her tail fluffing up and wrapping around her own leg.

Sweetie Belle: "Hmm...judging by your fluffed out tail, your timid demeanor and your cute stammer...I can tell you're the type of girls who LOVES parties!" Pinkie pointed at Red. "How about I set up a welcoming party in your honor?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She blushes when called cute, gripping the strap of her pack. "Ah, i-if you want to- s-sure." She gulps, shaking very slightly.

Sweetie Belle: "Awesome! I'll prepare one for you right now!" Pinkie ran in the back...only for Sweetie to telekinetically pull her back with magic from her horn. "Pinkie, we actually came here to get Red something to eat." Sweetie pointed out. "Oh! Well, you should said so! How was I supposed to know you wanted treats from a bakery?" Pinkie asked before looking at Red. "What are you in the mood for?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "I-I um... wh-whatever you can spare I-I guess..." She shrugs, fidgeting with her pack strap now.

Sweetie Belle: "Hmm..." Pinkie's mane began to fluff. "Something tells me you like...cookies?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She perks up a little, nodding, "Mhm..." She remembers the cookie that had been ripped away from her when the portal opened. RIP cookie.

Sweetie Belle: "Then how about...a cookie...for cats?!" Pinkie took out a tray of cat-head shaped cookies.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She giggles softly, "Ah, thank you..." She takes one and starts nibbling the ear.

Sweetie Belle: "How does it taste?" Pinkie asked, bouncing.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "T-Tastes good..." She mumbles around the cookie. Her stomach growls again and she presses her forearm to it, blushing brightly. She wanted so badly to disappear right then and there.

Sweetie Belle: "Another satisfied customer! Hey, take the whole tray on the house." She wrapped up the cookies for her. "First timer's special!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She blinks, "O-Oh! Um- th-thank you!" She says, taking the tray when Pinkie hands it to her all wrapped up, the cookie now hanging from her mouth as she holds the tray with both hands so she didn't break it.

Sweetie Belle: "Remember to come again! Oh, and your welcoming party will be held at Sweetie Belle's house tomorrow afternoon!" Pinkie explained while waving at her.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She nods, not wanting to talk with food in her mouth. She waves with her tail, walking back over to Sweetie, a bit confused about what exactly just happened.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie smiled and led her out. "Looks like you got the Pinkie Experience on your first day. I'm so jealous!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): Red carefully shifts her hold on the tray of cookies so she had one hand free. She takes the cookie out of her mouth, "She also said that the party's gonna be in your house tomorrow afternoon..." She says, already a little anxious about it.

Sweetie Belle: "Yeah...don't worry, I'll talk to her tonight to keep it small. At least it'll give you an opportunity to meet my friends?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She smiles a little, "I suppose..." She sighs, "Ah... just, g-guess I never really expected something like this so soon." She shrugs.

Sweetie Belle: "Things happen fast here. It seems like yesterday my friends and I were in the Cutie Mark Crusaders, on a quest to get our cutie marks..."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She looks at her, "Is it weird for pe- er... ponies to not have cutie marks?"

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie stopped walking. "I dunno...it's never happened before."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She frowns, "Well, like... before you get your cutie marks. You said you have to discover what sets you apart before you get it, right?"

Sweetie Belle: "Oh! That's right!" She smiled, pushing a dark thought out of her head. "Everypony is born with a blank flank. They discover their cutie marks later in life."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Okay, that makes sense... is it weird when everyone else has their cutie marks but you don't?" She asks, continuing to nibble her cookie quietly.

Sweetie Belle: "Eh, some are late bloomers...I know my friends and I were!" She remembered fondly.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She smiles softly, nodding, "That's fair... I'm uh..." She stops herself before going any farther than that. "Wh-What uh... what do ponies do for fun?"

Sweetie Belle: "A lot of things!" Sweetie Belle trotted around her. "What do cat humans do for fun? We can help you with it!"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Uh..." She pauses, thinking, "I... I dunno... I haven't had a lotta time for fun... chasing mice is kinda fun I guess." When she's not on the brink of starving...

Sweetie Belle: "Um, we got mice so we can definitely do that...but...how about I get you some new clothes? We can make some at the house."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Sure..." She smiles a little at Sweetie. She felt a little bad, but she didn't have much in the way of non-concerning answers when it came to things like leisure. She didn't have much of a leisurely life, but she didn't quite want Sweetie to know that.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie smiled and led her back in the house. "We can start designing in my room."

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Okay." She giggles quietly. She follows Sweetie back home, finding a place to set the trey of cookies down. Her arm was starting to get tired, and at one point she'd cut a small hole in the wrapping to get another cookie out.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie took her inside her well-furnished room. "Besides what you got on, what do you usually wear back in your dimension?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "... this." She shrugs, "I uh... don't have anything else, really..." She rubs the back of her neck, frowning.

Sweetie Belle: "Hmm..." She circled her. "Maybe...a miniskirt, with nice stockings...and a sleeveless shirt?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She rubs her upper arm, "Well... m-maybe it could cover more? S-Sorry just, um..." Her tail wraps around her waist, "Honestly i-if I could I'd be wearing big sweaters 'n long skirts..." She mumbles.

Sweetie Belle: "Then that's what I'll make you!" Her horn shined as she summoned wool and string from a big chest. "Got favorite colors?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "... do you guys have cotton candy here?" She asks, tilting her head a little.

Sweetie Belle: "Sure do! Blue and pink?" She asked.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She nods, smiling, very glad she wouldn't have to try and explain. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Sweetie Belle: "Just stand there and look pretty. I'll have something for you in a few minutes!" She said cheerfully.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She blushes and giggles softly, "Okay..." She stands somewhere out of the way, finishing her cookie, licking her lips and fingers of crumbs. They were strangely filling, though cookies never actually filled her tummy back home.

Sweetie Belle: After a while a cute sweater and long skirt that was a blend of blue and pink was formed in the air. "Ta-da! What do you think?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She looks at them curiously, "Ooo... they look really cute!" She giggles, purring loudly.

Sweetie Belle: "Want to try them on?" She offered.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She nods, gently taking them from the air, "... where can I go change?" She asks, blushing.

Sweetie Belle: "Oh! Hmm...how about in the closet? If you don't want me to watch...which I wouldn't!" She said with a blush.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She snorts softly, "Closet's fine, thank you." She's spent lots of time in a closet. She changes in the closet and comes out, her old clothes stuffed in her bag. They're both a little loose on her, but she seems very happy about that, smiling brightly, bouncing a little and purring very loudly.

Sweetie Belle: "I should have definitely taken measurements first..." She looked at how loose they looked with a worried expression. "...But are they comfortable?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She nods, starting to spin around and around quite happily, looking down to watch her skirt go out.

Sweetie Belle: The mare smiled at the cat girl, happy to see her clothes making someone so happy.

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): She stops spinning after another moment, stumbling a little, giggling brightly. She walks over to Sweetie and hugs her around the neck, careful not to hurt her, "Thank you so much!" She giggles.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie nuzzled into her hug. "It's no problem. There's Harmony in Friendship, right?"

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): "Right." She pulls back and looks down at herself, then starts spinning again, giggling excitedly.

Sweetie Belle: Sweetie Belle just watched, already looking forward to how she and her new friend would get along.

Sweetie Belle: (We can stop here?)

Red (f, 18, pan, shy sub, desc in starter): ((Sure, this was fun! ^ ^))

Sweetie Belle: (Thanks for the Rp!)

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hb-pickle · 3 years

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New headcanon: Honeymaren is actually pretty girly and loves pretty clothes and glittery stuff. Sometimes she'll be mean to Ryder and he's like 'Oh, alright, guess you don't want to see the new silver brooch i got" and she goes "NO NO NO LET ME SEE" and her eyes do the toothless thing when her pupils go wide like a kitten's. She bonds with Elsa over liking shiny things and teaches her how to use glitter but like, Northuldra style

Girl yes always of course this the only option 100% 👏👏👏👏 I've loved this idea since I 1st got into Elsamaren because:

A) It allows us to explore Sami fashion and jewelry, which btw is SO BEAUTIFUL and unique ♡♡♡♡. I have so many outfit refs saved on my phone I love it ((I love this women's braids so much and I will be using them for HM one day ♡♡♡♡))

B) This is a nice way for HM to bond with Ryder (and impress Elsa). I love Ryder and I always wanted him to have a strong sibling bond with HM, just like Anna and Elsa. And I also headcanon Ryder as a soft boy because of how excited he was to help Kristoff with his fancy proposal. So I could do both HCs at the same time!!!! Sibling bonding + pretty outfits!

((Also also if I'm allowed to sneak a 2nd hc in here real quick. I headcanoned for a while that HM and Ryder were twins and wore matching twin outfits sometimes for fun. Just because a lot of people at the time noticed all the Northuldra wore the same clothes and I thought it would be a cool reference/tie in. And matching twin outfits are absolutely mesmerizing!!! Plus you gotta really love someone and be really close to wear matching outfits ♡♡♡♡))

C) If Elsa is going to live with the Northuldra, eventually she's going to have to start wearing their clothes too. So might establish so cute fits ♡♡♡ (Maybe make some combination outfits for Elsa, since she loves her unique style)

D) I'm in love with the idea of HM having completely clashing personality traits!!! Like I want strong, muscular, fighter Honeymaren who can and will kill you, who is also a pretty girl who wears bows in her hair, flower crowns, fancy colorful brooches and changes her hair all the time for flavor ♡♡♡ And I want her to be proud, confident, and unapologetic as both 👏👏👏

E) I am a girl and I love pretty outfits and jewelry and hairstyles and color ♡♡♡

#frozen #frozen 2 #disney frozen #disney frozen2 #elsamaren #elsa #Honeymaren #Honeymaren nattura #ryder #ryder nattura #ask #sending my friends random ask because i love them ♡#Elsamaren fanfiction #disney #fashion #elsa x Honeymaren #chinese street fashion #frozen elsa #elsathesnowqueen

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Two. Part 3

I laughed out at my mother texting me; she is screaming in my messages that she saw me on the news. Locking my phone still smiling, how life has changed me and fast, I was just a nobody and came out of jail and now I’m front row at the Grammys, sitting next to my pregnant wife that just so happen to be Rihanna, to me that is wild because I am with Rihanna but when I say Robyn I feel better. I am sat on a row with famous people, very famous people but like Jay Z is sat on the row behind us, I would assume that he would have been sat in front but here I am, a normal nigga sat front row “what was you laughing at?” Robyn finally finished gossiping, I thought I would have left her to it and let her finish her little conversation “my mom’s text me screaming about seeing me on TV, saying how proud she is and how beautiful you look. She is doing the most, so I was laughing at that” I’m still in disbelief that I’m sat here “I love Joyce, she is so cute” rolling my eyes as Robyn said that because my mother be doing the most “so when you performing? I am only here for you, team Rihanna?” Robyn poked her lips out and placed her hand in mine “I am performing soon, and then again later in the show, don’t worry it won’t be that boring. You’re here for me” shaking my head “I don’t find it boring; I find it do surreal. Like that I am here with you, I think when I see this and I see the love you get, to see people go crazy over you it comes back to me that you’re not just anyone, to me you’re Robyn you know that but when I am here seeing what I am seeing, you’re so loved. It’s amazing to see the love you get” Robyn cooed out “oh and I saw your ex in the back, look like he got slapped in the face” Robyn would look behind her to check, she is stupid “can’t see being that far back, only losers sit in the back” Robyn is right.

Clapping my hands as Frank Ocean won an award, this is very much draining like seeing the people go up and collect their award and so, and so on. I am just waiting for Robyn to get her ass on stage, feeling a kiss to my cheek and then Robyn wiped my cheek. Looking over at Robyn grinning “I am super proud of you; you have really just supported me and just been there for me. Also put up with me” biting on my bottom lip “having to put up with the both of you” placing my hand on her bump “hey, the baby is the innocent one here. Just me, I have been very much emotional and doing the most and I know that I have and you have put up with me” nodding my head slowly, this photographer and camera crew just came right in front of us “just act normal” Robyn said in a whisper looking at the stage, she said act normal but I ended up looking into the camera licking my lips, is it live or something, but I mean the camera would be facing Frank not me. Everyone started clapping and then so did I, I have no idea what they were saying but the camera left, and the photographer remained “quick picture he said” looking at Robyn “sir, you” looking at him “oh” I smiled awkwardly “I will be going now to get ready to perform, just stay here. Rorrey will be out ok? Rich is here” nodding my head “kill it out there” pressing a kiss to her lips as she got up from the seat, watching Robyn walk off. Her booty has definitely come out and I am not even complaining “you’re my sister husband?” looking down the row seeing Kaye speaking to me “erm yeah” I said smiling “yeah, yeah. You treat my sister good” nodding my head agreeing.

Putting up two fingers at the camera as Rorrey took a picture of us “I really find these award shows boring unless my sister is winning something, they drag. Three hours for what, like what the fuck am I doing with myself. Shall I send this to you, or you just repost?” Rorrey asked “I will repost, and I know. I understand now, I am like wen is this ending but Robyn is coming out soon, like now?” I am sure she is; I think LL Cool J is announcing Robyn on the stage “she seemed nervous to you?” all I do is speak through people’ speech but I be bored “erm no, she was excited. I think she said because it’s her last for a while, she is going to enjoy it and have fun. But people in this place are fake bro, you got to know this shit. They aren’t real, they are just full of shit. It’s all a game, Robyn just keeps herself to herself and it’s the best way you know” Rorrey is right, and I do believe him when he says it “oh I think it’s Robyn’ turn” I pointed out “right now one of the biggest popstars on planet earth, and possibly elsewhere. Please welcome Rihanna” LL Cool J said, my smile grew and the screams from around the place was sharp, clapping my hands as the paino played the intro. Squinting my eyes to see what she is wearing because I don’t see her wearing ref “she is wearing black” I pointed, her bump looks so hidden unless you look from the side “she looks so good” I smiled, I know personally she was nervous about this. That is really my wife on that stage “woo!” I shouted clapping; I am about to make all the noise.

“Not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move” I sang along with Robyn, I mean of course I would. That is my wife, and I am her biggest fan “she looks so amazing” I am super proud of her, standing up as soon as her last note finished “yes Robyn!” I clapped my hands loudly as I could, the crowd gradually joined in. A standing ovation and Robyn stood there awkwardly as she put her head down, not knowing where to put her face. She is feeling shy, and I do not blame her. She bowed her head and turned off “where does she go now?” I asked, do I go there to meet her or wait here “she will go backstage to get changed or come back here in just the new outfit” sitting back down, I just want to know that she is ok. That is what means the most to me, sitting back down on the seat “Robyn is invited to the afterparty, but she said she is going to decline but I really want her to go, she was already complaining about being tired” that sounds about right with Robyn, to complain about being tired already. So is Robyn coming back out or not, I am not even sure now, but I got Rorrey here with me.

Robyn and Rorrey changed places, she is back finally “took your time” Robyn is still wearing the black dress, she huffed out “I was so nervous actually, so nervous that I was sick backstage” my eyes widened, she didn’t seem it “really? You was that nervous? You didn’t seem it at all, are you ok?” how could I not notice that, but she looked fine “I have perfected the art of looking just fine Chris so don’t worry about it, I got on with it and I did it, what you think, did I do well?” nodding my head “amazing, a little scratchy here and there” she hit my arm as I laughed out “I am joking, stop it” shaking my head, Robyn and I are so deep in conversation that we didn’t realise that Rakim is on stage, for what exactly I am not sure. That nigga is tiny as hell “how you date a man so short?” I had to say it “because I didn’t wear heels when around him” good answer, I guess “here are the nominees for best contemporary album” he said “oh god, really. I hope I don’t win now” Robyn sat back “what do you mean?” she was going to turn to me but there is a camera right there “is this your category?” she nodded her head, this is messy. I feel like this was done on purpose, frowning at the screen trying not to scowl too much but this is fucked up.

The crowd clapped as the videos ended “lot of good contenders in this category” I will knock his little ass out “and the winner is” clenching my jaw hoping my praying she misses out, I rather she misses out then her go up there to that nigga. I am annoyed as hell “the beautiful Rihanna” I sighed out, it would be her. Looking over at Robyn as I got up and clapped my hands, clapped more in anger then anything “congratulations” I said as Robyn hugged me, I guess she got to put a show on now. Robyn walked off to go to the stage but there is steps she needs to go up, going around the cameraman and going up behind Robyn “let me help you up” I said, holding Robyn’ hand as I walked up the steps with her “thank you baby” not going to lie I am sweating knowing everyone is staring, jogging back down the steps and making my way back to the seat. Looking behind me, Robyn gave him a hug, she hugged him. I hate that nigga, sitting down in a huff “wow, another Grammy” she giggled “thank you, I just want to thank my team. They have been tirelessly working day and night for me, to get this album out I had to move the team in the home, and it was a different feel. I want to thank god for blessing me in so many ways” she pointed at her bump, the crowd cheered “and my husband for putting up with my hard working schedule and the moments where I am away and having to deal with a lot. He made me a mother and a wife all in one and I think this is a good maternity leave present” Robyn laughed “thank you” clapping as she walked off.

Pulling a face seeing Rorrey “you back again?” where the hell is Robyn “she is performing again nigga, you got me. Smile” side eyeing him, it’s a break right now “I was about to go and see some of the OVO niggas” Robyn probably couldn’t be bothered to come back out after the award collecting, making my way towards Drake “you walk so slow, like the break is literally over. So are you coming to the afterparty?” Drake asked “erm no, I don’t think I will be. Why, anything good happening” I mean he did ask “just was asking, so what do you think to you coming to Canada, play some basketball and hang out. Kyrie is coming, we can just hang out? Also I have some gear for you too, pick it up” that sounds so good “your house is dope as hell, I am coming. You know that I will, and if Kyrie is there I am there, I don’t want to break your ankles now. I need some real ass basketball platers” Drake pushed me “shut up, it was one mistake but cool. I will text you the date, better sit back down now” they starting again, I kind of get what Rorrey means by this shit being so long because I am tired as hell, this is for Robyn of course.

Squinting my eyes, there is Bruno and some white man on stage, and I refuse to get up because I just like to see Robyn. Bopping my head and Rorrey laughed out “I noticed it, you always start moving when the camera comes around” I chuckled “you notice, I just need to look happy. These shoes are hurting my feet too, I think Robyn is coming out. Getting up seeing my beautiful wife, she has arrived to make the stage even better. I wolf whistled “she looks amazing” bopping my head smiling, I probably look so whipped, but I don’t care “could you be loved” I sang, this is actually amazing that I have forgotten about my feet hurting. Squinting my eyes, Robyn better calm her ass down dancing like that on stage “she ain’t letting no baby get in the way” Rorrey said, he is right, but she needs to not do that, but she is.

It took me forever to get backstage, like so fucking long. They wouldn’t let me or even Rorrey there until weird enough, Jay Z helped us. He was like I know these two, the security guard was racist, I am just saying that. He knew who we was, he tried to make out we can only be in the crowd like I was a damn fan, I was getting annoyed and then Rorrey was too until Jay just came out of nowhere and said one word, now we here “I was calling you, what happed?” she is calling me but there I was trying to get here “little sis, we was trying too. Security was trying to make out we was fans, Jay had to help us” sitting down next to Robyn “aint there no slides here? My feet hurt” leaning down untying my laces “don’t do that, honestly it makes it worse. Just let’s go home, there is no slides here” I guess she has a point “you had to hug your ex?” I had to say it “it was not a hug, it was more like a awkward one, just a side one. I had too, I gave the other guy a hug, it was nothing. I literally gave you a shoutout so don’t” she has a point, but I dislike that nigga “true but I just want to say, how proud I am of Robyn, she killed it out there and then won an awards, now it’s time for you to relax. Enjoy the pregnancy, it’s your time twin” placing my arm around her “awww thank you poppa” besides that shit I am proud of Robyn.

#chrianna fanfiction #fanfiction #chriannaff #fanfic #chrianna ff #chrianna

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nc7dr3am · 3 years

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if lily could have participated in another gg’s comeback, she would choose .. (top five):

1.) rbb by red velvet is her first choice. no questions asked. the VOCALS and the aesthetic and the vibes? jimin would fit perfectly, no questions asked. it is her favorite rv title track to date. she knows the choreo perfectly, she is OBSESSED w the outfits, and the song itself. it’s so experimental and creative and she loves irene’s whistle scream and tHE BRIDGE. just imagine bb doing the adlibs and UGHH ITD BE PERFECT

monster by irene and seulgi (we get it jimin you stan red velvet) i’m not lying i literally see her doing the dance and wearing the outfits in my BRAIN. she just “i’m a little monster” PLS I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT. again, she loves the song itself and the experimental sounds because that’s her favorite kind of music. jimin doing the dance? god i’m literally at a loss for words writing this.. just imagine the power and you will be at a loss too

umpah umpah by red velvet (LILY WE GET IT YOU STAN-) yes but okay lily in those checkered dresses and 70s inspired summer fits? doing the choreo? singing the cute little “umpah umpah” ITS PERFECT she actually enjoys cute concepts and umpah umpah would be the perfect one for her. and the vocals!! the bridge!! she would go off. it’s her favorite of the rv summer comebacks. brb am now crying at the thought of lily performing that

bbibbi by iu. firstly jimin LOVES iu and when she met her for the first time she cried and she thought it was adorable but jimin was mortified. just!! our flower doing bbibbi!!? the song, the dance, the MESSAGE and the aesthetic fits her so well. best girl jimin and best girl jieun. really lily could pull off any of her songs but bbibbi would suit her so well and dbakfjskd it would just be amazing

okay LISTEN. LISTEN. listen. what is love by twice. IM MALFUNCTIONING jimin in what is love?? cant deal with it, too good, too cute, i’m gone. the movie refs and the song structure and the bubbliness would be so perfect for our girl. lily doing ANYTHING twice would be phenomenal but what is love is just amazing

TAGLIST (hmu to join!) @moonbeamsung @aqueenieme @jinsoulorbitzen12 @btshook @atinygracie @1-800-enhypenbibi

#just jimin things #na jimin #na lily

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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The Role Model’s Crush (Bayley x Reader)

@themanbexl Request: Ummm maybe do something where bayley is the role model heel with everyone else but with the reader she's all soft and shy

A little surprise to @gaaysatan from @themanbexl so SURPRISEEEEEE!

“H-Hey...”

You pick your head up, smiling bashfully when you see Bayley, the Smackdown Women’s Champion making her way towards you.

Bayley glances away, her cheeks flushed.

“How are you doing?” She asks and you shrug.

“Still nervous... I mean, this is the MAIN ROSTER.” You shake your head, Bayley smiling softly at the way you flail your arms.

“You’re talented Y/N, you’ll be just fine.”

Bayley says as she places her hand on your shoulder, her thumb running back and forth across your exposed skin before she freezes, her brown orbs wide.

“I-I b-better go.” She stammers quickly before rushing away, leaving you behind red faced, your heart racing in your chest.

***

Watching Bayley cut a promo was as per usual, surprising considering every time she came backstage to talk to you her demeanor changed, the woman stuttering, and bashful.

“You’re so nervous around her.” Sasha teases when Bayley again abruptly rushes away from you, cheeks flushed red.

“Shut up.” She mumbles, Sasha smirking.

“You’re scared of the human equivalent of a puppy.” The blue haired woman laughs and Bayley huffs, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“I just... I like her.” Bayley mumbles and Sasha claps her hands.

“I KNEW IT.”

Bayley swats her arm when she sees you’ve turned your attention to the two of them, a small smile on your face.

Bayley’s cheeks flush and she sighs.

“She’s just so cute...” She mumbles, Sasha slipping an arm around her shoulders.

“Come on, we got a match next, we can talk more about your crush later.”

***

Bayley can’t help but watch in awe when you literally transform in the ring from a little ‘puppy’ as Sasha referred to you, into a badass.

You do a Moonsault from the top rope that Bayley knows would make Charlotte Flair jealous.

Bayley can’t help but fist bump when you get the 1,2,3, pinning Alexa Bliss a major upset for someone just joining the main roster.

After celebrating you end up backstage and Bayley rushes to you, surprising you by throwing her arms around your neck.

“That was amazing.” She grins, eyes wide as she pulls back abruptly when she realizes what she’d just did.

“Th-Thanks.” You stammer, Bayley smiling.

“N-N-No problem.” She shuffles, catching sight of Sasha behind you, the blue haired woman sending her a wink.

You open your mouth to speak when suddenly, you’re cut off by a Southern drawl.

“Of course, you’d get along with her, a couple of nasties.” Lacey mumbles as she fans herself off.

You turn around, your brow furrowed.

“What did you just call her?” Bayley snarls, taking a step towards the blonde, Lacey smirking.

“Oh, you worry about her, but not about me calling you a nasty?” She laughs.

You scoff.

“The only nasty I see here is you.” You shrug, the fans cheering whereas Lacey sends you a glare.

In a split second the woman throw her fan in Bayley’s face before pulling her arm back, delivering The Woman’s Right to the side of your head, sending you sprawling.

Bayley drops her title in favor of assaulting Lacey Evans, the woman ducking down, but it’s to no avail because Sasha is soon joining the fray, beating the Sassy Southern Belle down until she’s barely moving.

Bayley drops to her knees beside you, cupping your cheek.

“Are you okay?” She asks, worriedly, brown orbs holding a spark of fury when she sees the flushed red skin where the woman’s fist had connected.

You smirk.

“She hits like a bitch.”

Bayley chuckles, shaking her head, moving to her feet and holding her hand out to you.

“Come on. Let’s get that looked at.”

***

Bayley paces the trainer’s room angrily, the red mark on your face had shifted to blue, an eye pack on the discolored skin.

“I’m gonna kill her.” She growls Sasha watching her friend pace back and forth angrily.

You wince softly, Bayley ceasing her pacing in favor of moving towards you, taking the ice pack from you in favor of holding it against your face.

Sasha smiles softly, watching Bayley delicately brush her thumb back and forth across your cheek, your skin flushing beneath her fingertips.

Wordlessly and quietly, Sasha slips out of the room, giving the two of you some privacy.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You whisper, Bayley shakes her head.

“It isn’t, she hurt you.” She mumbles, blushing when you boldly place your hand on top of hers, stroking the back of her hand.

“She hurt you too.” You whisper, Bayley again shaking her head.

“She can hurt me all she wants, not you...” She whispers.

“Not you.”

***

It’s no surprise that the next week, you and Lacey have a match schedule, the fight between the two of you broadcasted live to the WWE Universe.

You’re bouncing around in the ring when Lacey’s music hits, the woman doing her usual showboating as she makes her way to the ring.

The second she gets in the ring she tosses her hat at you and you growl, your eyes narrowed.

“Bitch.” You mumble under your breath, the woman sending you a smirk.

Your eyes double in size when Bayley’s music hits, the woman walking out onto the stage, her title around her neck as per usual.

She makes her way to the ring, stopping outside of it and nodding before she moves to the commentator’s table, ready for a front row view of the match.

Bayley’s eyes widen and you turn around, immediately being rushed by the Southern woman who swings at you wildly, but you get her in the corner, stomping her until the ref pulls you off of her.

Bayley smirks.

“She’s gonna regret ever messing with Y/N.”

***

Regret she did, but when things were looking dire for her, Lacey took the easy way out, which of course, meant cheating, using the ropes to cover.

Bayley snarls, leaping to her feet and making her way into the ring, immediately attacking the woman, reining punches down on her where as you are backed into a corner, again busted in the mouth by The Woman’s Right.

Lacey eventually rolls out of the ring, stumbling up the ramp as Bayley screams at her.

The Smackdown Women’s Champion hurries to you, dropping down in the corner beside you.

“Are you okay?” She asks and you nod, rubbing your face.

“She still hits like a bitch.”

Bayley laughs, shaking her head.

“You’re getting snarkier, what happened to the girl who was an adorable puppy backstage?” She teases and your cheeks flush bright red.

“D-Did you just call me a puppy?” You ask as the woman pulls you to your feet, shrugging.

“No...” She mumbles, the two of you leaving the ring and moving up the ramp.

You scoff.

“Sure sounded like it.”

“Shut up.”

***

At the sound of a familiar cry, you race through the backstage area, rounding a corner you see Bayley on the ground, Lacey stomping on her over and over again, what she doesn’t expect though is you.

Lacey lets out a cry when you spear her, a spear that would make Roman Reigns jealous, the woman literally flying a good few feet away.

Sasha runs around the corner, looking down at Lacey with a massive grin.

“Damn.” Sasha says, nudging the blonde with her foot, giving her a stomp for good measure.

Meanwhile you duck down beside Bayley helping her sit up as you worriedly scan her for any signs of injury.

Sasha of course, is grinning at the two of you, her eyes darting from you, to Lacey and back.

“I like your girlfriend.” The blue haired woman teases, Bayley’s head snapping up, her eyes wide.

Your eyes are just as wide, your cheeks blood red whereas Sasha is looking down at the two of you with a cocky grin, giving Lacey an extra stomp when she starts to move.

Sasha simply shrugs before turning and moving down the hallway, leaving the two of you behind, still sitting on the backstage floor with a groaning Lacey Evans.

***

Bayley had been notably quiet after that, a week passing before she approached you, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

“Hey.” You whisper, eyes narrowing at the sight of the woman who continues to stare at her feet.

“You okay?” You ask and Bayley shrugs, her brown eyes focused on the floor.

A piece of hair falls in her face and you move to tuck it behind her ear, the woman’s brown orbs wide as her cheeks flush.

“Would you...” Bayley swallows hard and your brows furrow.

Bayley holds her hand out and you reach out, gently taking it with a trembling hand.

The brunette smiles, intertwining your fingers.

“M-Maybe...” Bayley closes her eyes, inhaling before exhaling loudly.

“GoOnADateWithMe!?”

Your brows arch.

“Run that by me again..?” You smile and Bayley bites her bottom lip, nodding to herself.

“Do you... Want to g-go on a d-date wi-with me?” She stammers and your eyes widen, darting around her face.

“You don’t have to, I just-

You cut her off by ever so gently, cupping her cheek.

“I’d love to.”

***

“Stop laughing.” Bayley growls, Sasha snickering.

“She’s going to love it, calm down.” Sasha walks up behind Bayley, placing her hands on her shoulder before giving them a squeeze.

“You could walk up in a trash bag and Y/N would be happy.” Sasha giggles and Bayley rolls her eyes.

“What about the jacket, is it too much?” Bayley tugs on the front of it and Sasha shakes her head.

“No, it’s perfect.”

Meanwhile, not far down the hall you are staring in the mirror nervously, Sasha had just been in the room not long ago and quickly approved your outfit before getting a desperate call from Bayley.

You nod to yourself; Bayley had asked you to meet in the lobby and now, you were ready to go, well... As ready as you could be when going on a date with a woman you’d been crushing on since even before you’d joined the main roster.

You nod to yourself.

“Okay, let’s go.”

***

Bayley felt the air leave her lungs when her brown orbs settled on the short, off the shoulder dress you’re wearing stopping at your mid-thigh.

Lengthy boots cover nearly all of your leg except for a little sliver of skin between your dress and boot.

You turn around mouth dropping open when you see Bayley in a high pair of heels, a pair of black skinny jeans, a red leather jacket hanging off her shoulders covering a black loose-fitting shirt.

“W-Wo-Wow.” Bayley stammers, grinning and you bite your bottom lip.

Your fingertips gently caress the woman’s arm, Bayley’s cheeks flushing pink.

“Wow yourself.” You whisper, Bayley’s grin widening.

“We better, uhhhh, get going if we want to make our reservation.” She smiles and you nod, clearing your throat.

Bayley moves to stand beside you, your hands hanging between the two of you.

“Hold her hand.” You hear a familiar growl and turn around, spotting Sasha watching the two of you, grinning as she gives you a wave.

“Get out of here.” Bayley growls and you laugh.

Bayley turns back towards you, her fingertips gently brushing the palm of your hand before sliding in between your fingers, intertwining them.

“Ready?” Bayley asks, voice trembling and you smile, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Ready.”

The two of you step out of the hotel and Sasha grins, clapping her hands together.

***

Bayley’s hand never leaves yours at least until you get to the restaurant, Bayley pulling your chair out for you with a charming smile.

“Th-Thanks.” You stammer, Bayley smiling bashfully.

The woman sits across from you, smiling softly, the light of the flickering candle between the two of you making her eyes shine.

“You...” You swallow hard, cheeks dusted pink. “You, you look... Be-Beautiful.” You stammer, Bayley’s lips splitting into a grin as she reaches across the table, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Y-You too.” Bayley mutters and you grin, biting your lip.

“Why are we still so nervous around each other?” You giggle. “It’s not like we’re strangers.”

Bayley wiggles in her seat.

“You’re just b-beautiful... It...” Bayley glances away, the candle light hiding her flushed cheeks, thankfully for her.

“You just make me nervous.” She shrugs and you smirk.

“The puppy makes you nervous?” You tease, the brunette rolling her eyes.

“Shut up.”

***

The date went off without a hitch and soon you were back at the hotel, Bayley slowly walking you to your hotel room’s door.

The two of you come to a stop, Bayley stopping in front of you.

“I... I had a great time tonight.” She mumbles and you swallow hard, taking a deep breath.

“Me too.”

At nearly the same time, you both take a step forwards, your hands moving to rest gently on Bayley’s shoulders, where as her hands grasp your waist.

You lick your lips, your Y/E/C orbs flicking to her parted lips.

The two of you gravitate towards one another until your noses brush, Bayley bumping her nose playfully against yours.

You giggle, bridging the gap between the two of you boldly, your lips pressing gently against hers.

Bayley smiles against your lips, reciprocating the kiss, the feel of her lips knocking the air from your lungs. She inhales sharply when you tangle your fingers in her short hair, the woman pulling back only to lean back in again, the woman trapping your bottom lip between hers.

Unfortunately, when air becomes a necessity, the two of you pull apart, eyes fluttering open at the same time.

“How about next time, I pay for dinner.” You whisper against her lips, the woman grinning.

“So, there’s going to be a next time?”

You pull her back in for another kiss, your fingers tangling in her short, soft hair. Again, you pull back, nails scratching gently at the nape of her neck.

“Yeah.” You whisper, Bayley grinning, leaning in to kiss you again, your massive grins keeping you from kissing long.

You giggle, resting your forehead against hers.

“There will definitely be a next time.”

#wwe #wwe imagine #bayley #bayley x reader #bayley imagine

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sysba · 3 years

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[thank you @dwead-piwate-meggers and the anons who sent asks! i was gonna answer all these great questions anyway for oc building so i’m sharing 💕]

name: angelica vaughan age: 26 pronouns: she/her hometown: lleanelli occupation: aspiring thriller-horror (screen)writer love interest(s): vinh, nyra, atticus bff(s): adegoke fc: benedetta gargari

What made them apply for Body Count & what are they hoping to get out of the experience? She was feeling lost, and she hopes the experience will give her some needed clarity and sense of direction.

How do they take their tea (or coffee)? [x] Is more of a coffee person-- specifically cappuccino, but at home she usually just drinks moka coffee with milk (sometimes regular, sometimes rice milk) and sugar [#3 or #4]. If she drinks tea it’s usually earl gray or black with just honey.

How regularly do they swear? [x] Only when upset/angry, and usually in Italian (but will throw in a ‘fuck’ here and there or some terrible bri ish curses).

How do they prefer their toast? [x] Anything between D 3-5 and E 3-5 is cool. If you give her something burnt she will not eat it, if you give her something untoasted she will throw it at you.

If Body Count had a Big Brother-style vote to kick someone out, who would they vote out right now? [x] Florrie, probably. Too much chaos and too much noise.

Are they a “you can call me anytime” person, or a “phone permanently on silent” person? [x] Is simply too busy to be a “call me anytime” kind of person and also usually leaves her phone on silent/dnd, but will reply to your messages as soon as she sees them.

How do they celebrate their birthday? [x] Nice dinner with close friends (elegant but still casual, nothing to fancy but definitely not ‘rowdy’) and a separate dinner with family that isn’t really optional being Italian.

Can they drive? [x] Yes, and she’s the sensible/safe driver (even a bit too cautious tbh). She prefers cycling, when possible.

I want a baby meme! What does your MC say? [x] “We only have like £12 combined.”

What did they wear on the first day in the villa? [x] She let Florrie pick an outfit for her because she doesn’t feel fashionable enough. High-waisted shorts and a flowy printed shirt, something cute and a bit vintage! There are some fashion refs here.

What is their opinion on Eurovision? [x] Gets very into it, watches every year and gets mad when she disagrees with the winners. Obviously team Italy.

Who/what is their favourite musical artist? [x] Probably Artic Monkeys/similar (I’m not an expert so I can’t give specifics)

What is their cultural/ethnic background? [x] She’s white, her dad is of Italian and Welsh origins while her mom’s full Italian (from Lazio).

Would they be willing to move to their RO’s city, or would they prefer that their RO move to Manchester with them? [x] That would depend on both the RO and the circumstances; she would be willing to move/compromise but would wanna discuss all the pros & cons it together and take her own career in consideration before making a choice. But she’s not particularly tied to Manchester.

Are they quiet on their feet, or are they an elephant in disguise? [x] A very normal footfall / could be quieter if she wanted to.

What is their eye colour? [x] Light green.

How did they end up in Manchester? (Derived from: where do the ROs live? [x]) Got a job interview, it went well, so she hopped on a train.

What kind of accent do they have? (Yes, this still applies if they’re not British!) [x] It’s a bit of a mix! She’s lived in Italy as a child and then moved to her father’s hometown (but continued visiting Italy during the summers); her father knows italian but doesn’t speak it fluently, he has a very strong Welsh accent, while her mother has an accent but speaks english almost as a first language since she’s always travelled. Angie doesn’t have a strong italian accent and you wouldn’t notice it immediately until she pronounce certain words, same way she doesn’t have the strongest Welsh accent but you can still hear it in some sounds!

If they were a videogame character, what loot item would they drop? [x] Notepad and colouring pens.

Do they return their shopping trolley? [x] She’s not a heathen, of course she returns the cart!

How meme-literate are they? [x] Selectively online so she misses most memes and doesn’t really care.

Under normal circumstances, how loyal are they to their partners? [x] 10/10 loyal but not to the point of stupidity.

What is their zodiac sign? (Bonus question: do they believe in astrology?) [x] Virgo sun. Very firm about not believing in astrology.

Do they like to dance? [x] Only dances at social events and depending on the type of dance she could feel a bit self-conscious (like, club dancing isn’t her style). Definitely up for dancing randomly in an intimate/domestic setting though!

How likely are they to lend their jacket when their RO is cold? [x] 100% would be the meme of the one covering her so in clothes while simultaneosly scolding them for not dressing appropriately.

Where do they fit on the Jock-Nerd vs. Goth-Prep alignment chart? [x] Somewhere in Nerd-Prep, really close to Adegoke.

What do they use as a bookmark? [x] A fancy bookmark. If she sees a dog ear she might scream.

True or false: “If I run and leap at MC, they will most certainly catch me in their arms.” [x] Tries to catch them but fails because their arms are limp noodles.

What would they sing at karaoke? [x] She would not sing at karaoke.

How did they do in school? [x] Total nerd, worked very hard and got excellent grades.

What is their 1am convenience store snack run purchase? (Bonus question: if not British, what snack food from home do they miss most?) [x] She tried Italian food, she’s not touching british snacks with a 10ft pole<3

What does their apartment/bedroom look like? [x] Boho decor, light walls and neutral colours with some plants, a lot of cute decorations and books etc... but not enough that the place looks crammed since she hates mess. Lots of scented candles. Artsy-chic vibes, just like in her wardrobe.

What would they wear to a fancy event? [x] A formal/fancy jumpsuit.

Are they a dog person, a cat person, or a rock person? [x] Cat, but likes both. Generally prefers cats because they’re more lowkey and she’s a bit too busy to give proper attention to a dog.

What is their love language? [x] Words of Affirmation/Quality Time (giving) and Quality Time/Acts of Service (receiving)

What is their MBTI type? [x] ISTJ-T

If you had to assign them one song, what would it be? [x] Tongue Tied by Iwan Rheon // Ophelia by The Lumineers

Give us a few funky facts about their family background! [x] TBD

Are they a big spoon, a little spoon, a versatile spoon, or a knife? [x] Not a fan of spooning, it’s a bit too clingy. She’s fine with spooning for like the evening while watching a movie or something, but wouldn’t wanna fall asleep like that. Not exactly a knife, likes sleeping shoulder-to-shoulder but with some distance.

What are their feelings on piercings and tattoos? Do they have any? [x] Has a couple of very small cutesy tattoos and earrings. She doesn’t like extreme body mods on hereself, but is totally fine and can appreciate it in other people!

Do they want to get married someday? Would they rather propose or be proposed to? [x] Says she doesn’t care but secretly really wants to; would rather be proposed to but would prefer discussing it together beforehand.

Don’t fuck this up meme! Where do they fall? [x] Will try not to fuck up and probably won’t.

What is their favourite animal and why? [x] Squirrels. They have relatable nervous energy. And they’re cute.

Would they be willing to wear coordinating couple’s outfits with their RO? [x] If it’s something she’s comfortable wearing she wouldn’t mind.

Where do they fall on the cuddle scale? [x] Rarely initiates but actually loves cudding (exclusively in private and only in a serious relationship). Still needs to have her space but would do fairly well with a very cuddly so as long as they don’t go too hard when it comes to PDA.

#myposts #things may change in the future but for now this is she<3 #angie vaughan

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sins of my youth. 009

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: Making some good headway with this fic so new chapter!! Revenge is a dish best served cold. Forgiveness is warm. Billy and Evie make some more progress. LONG chp! Enjoy!! TW: Student/teacher relationship. Sexual refs. Abuse warning. Gaslighting.

TAGLIST OPEN!! Chat with me about this couple :))

Chapter 9: Everything Is Blue

“How much did she want?” Heather asked, crossing into the bedroom with a giant bowl of popcorn.

“She heard my voice and said she’d do it for free after Billy gave her two hundred that night. I think we should still give her something.” Evie was sitting on Heather’s bed so her friend joined. Billy leaned back in the desk chair across the way, eyes flickering all over Heather's royal bedchamber.

“Told you I gave the money away.” He muttered.

“Where did the rest go? You got three hundred.” Popcorn crunched.

He looked down with this somber shrug.

“I gave Brock’s date a ride home. She was waiting for a taxi and, I don’t know, she looked scared.”

“His fourteen year old date.” Evie remarked. Poor girl. Probably took her just because he could get away with it.

“What!” Heather almost dropped the entire bowl. “What a disgusting-”

“Yeah.” Evie shook her head.

“I gave her the rest, felt like shit.” Billy finished, eyes meeting Evie’s when he looked up. She peered aside in a flash.

“So, Brock goes to church every Sunday if you can believe it with his parents and girlfriend. Her folks too since her dad’s the pastor. Usually gets out just after noon. People linger outside, you know, to catch up. I think that’s when you want to move in on the guy. Right in front of everyone before he can run off with his dick friends.” Heather offered the bowl to Evie so she could munch on some.

“It’ll work. Bubbles was all too excited to play actress.” Evie smiled, cocking her head so Billy would cross to eat with them. He sat on the end of the bed. Peeked at Heather before grabbing some popcorn.

“Tommy didn’t question why I asked for her number, he’s not a fan of Brock either anymore.” Billy licked his thumb. “Apparently, they figured he paid her and he got disqualified last minute. He gave Bubbles thirty just to show up so he’s broke now.”

“Tommy and Carol hate what you hate.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“That too.” Billy gestured and grabbed more popcorn, chewing. Weird to be sitting around like they were something close to friends. Revenge brought people together.

“If he sees us, he’ll know something’s up.” Evie spoke. “I don’t think Tannen sticks around after church though. Maybe we need someone in his circle to distract him long enough for Bubbles to make her move once everyone is out in the open. He’ll definitely run the second he sees her show up. She told me the outfit she was going to wear. Whew, it’ll be something.”

“Might be weird if I show up. I mean, our parents run in the same groups and they get along...but I make it obvious I hate him.”

“Turn him down a lot?” Billy pulled at his tee.

“Once a week, at least.” Heather reclined to think.

“Who else do we know that’s rich and unsuspecting?” Evie set the bowl aside, glancing around at Heather’s walls covered in cut out magazines. They looked at each at the same time.

“I got it!”

Both girls peered at Billy’s confused face before he appeared disgusted.

“Oh, no. Not him.”

“Time for you two to suck it up and get along.” Evie got up to grab Heather’s phone. “I think I remember his number.”

“...How’s that?” Billy's interest piqued.

“He’s been a gentleman and giving Evie rides to school when I can’t.” Heather saw Billy’s brow twitch at that. Smiled wider.

“Steve, hey.” Evie said into the phone. “Sorry, I’m calling from Heather's. I wanted to ask a favor, can you meet us here at her place?” A beat before she laughed. “Yeah, it's top secret.” Evie bit her lip and Billy huffed to himself. “Sure, see you in five.”

She hung up.

“On the way.”

“I’m still hungry, let’s order Chinese." Heather perked up. "I know what you like, Eve. Billy will get what I order and like it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Be back. My folks left money on the fridge.” She sat up to go. "We'll feast. It's a possible last supper."

“Extra spicy, please.” Evie grinned as Heather walked out. Leaving her and Billy alone there. Slowly, she came back to sit on the bed. “So.”

“You seem more excited about the revenge than I am now.” He leaned in to catch her eyes.

“Might be nice to see that asshole fall apart for ten seconds.” She shrugged, legs crossing to settle her hands in her lap.

“Hey,” Billy uttered even softer, one leg on the bed, “you’re still here with me.”

Eyes panned to meet.

“I am.” Evie almost seemed to realize it too.

“Why’s that?” A dry curl fell into his face. Billy searched her and Evie didn’t peer away.

“Already told you, my calendar’s open too.” Evie looked fluttered at him. Thought of confetti falling when Billy curved toward her. One hand pressed on the bed and Evie turned her head last minute.

“Hey, he got here quick. Food’s on the...way.” Heather paused with Steve Harrington behind her. Billy and Evie shot back from each other.

“Him?” Steve had flared, pushing his initial confusion aside. “Hell no.”

“Round two, Harrington?” Billy stood up. Revved.

“I am not sitting in a room with this asshole.” Steve shot back.

“Easy, easy. Let us explain.” Heather touched Steve’s chest.

Explaining didn’t help because Steve pounced on Billy before they’d even gotten to the revenge part. Knocked the broad boy off the bed into the carpet.

“Man, you’re sick!”

Billy was snarling under him. Not actually moving to hit back when Steve’s fist cocked.

“Stop it!” Evie grabbed Steve’s arm to pull him off. “Hey! We’re here to get Tannen back! Steve!”

He paused to look at her. Straddling Billy with one hand clutching his tee. Got shoved off. Heather rushed to pull Steve up with Evie. Billy stumbled backwards to his feet after.

“Trying to make it right.” He heaved out, palm smoothing his shirt.

“I spent a night in the fucking hospital because of you,” Steve seethed, “but bringing Evie into that shit? You had no right.”

“Not asking for forgiveness, I’m just-”

“You should be on your fucking knees begging her for it!” Steve burst out. Evie touched his shoulder again.

“Look, I haven’t...forgiven it."

"No, he's right. Evie." Billy sunk to his knees. The saturated colors of him glimmering there. Evie's brow jumped as he grabbed her hand. "I'm on my knees in front of Heather...and Heather's acquaintance."

Steve went flat.

"Asking forgiveness. I haven't earned it, but I'll stay here and beg for it." Billy's low baritone shook her knees. Big, bright eyes that melted her down. "Please, Evangeline."

"Jesus Christ." Steve's arms crossed, eyes rolling. Heather snickered to herself and Evie gave that usual scrunching look. The one that made Billy smile.

"Easy, boy. On your feet."

"As you wish." A smirk danced and Billy rose. Evie had to take a breath and compose herself, turning aside. Billy still had her hand so she snatched it to function again.

"I’m not letting him off. But, Tannen manipulated us both and I see that. I’m doing this for the other girls, he needs to be taken down a peg. Ignore Billy and his camp while we do this.” Evie reasoned, meeting Steve's eyes. Shoulders falling. “You can help us get him back.”

Steve looked between her and Billy.

“Okay.” He sighed. “Okay. I’ll help you out. What did you need me to do?”

“We might need some of that Keg King flare back.” Evie nudged him.

Steve laughed at that. A small sound as he scratched the back of his head.

“Might be able to fake it.”

** ** **

A plan was set. Strange still to be sitting around a diner table the next day with this group. Drinking cold beverages in the winter. Almost friends. Big question mark. Unlikely allies. Heather drove them out because her car was the least suspecting.

“How’re we doing on time?” Evie leaned over to see Billy’s wrist. Sipped a chocolate milkshake because she had a craving and plucked the shiny cherry up to put it between her teeth.

He was too busy watching that to tell time. Her tongue sliding over the juicy, artificial red of the fruit before she plucked the stem to chew.

“Hey, I’m just gonna guess that’s your friend.” Steve cocked his perfectly styled head in the direction of the window. Bubbles lingered there, unsure if she should come in. Coat pulled close over her dress and tights. Heavy makeup illuminated her entire face. Evie hopped up with a smile.

“Just in time.” She clicked out to grab the older woman’s hand and pull her inside. “I ordered you some fries, wanted you to eat something.” A basket full of hot gold was set down. Billy scooted over a chair so Bubbles could sit, smashing her cigarette out.

“You brought a cute friend, sweetie pie.” Came the happy rasp.

Billy lifted his head to beam and sunk when he saw her instead pinching Steve’s cheeks pink. Heather covered her lips giggling, but Steve liked it because for once, Billy wasn’t getting the attention.

“So, you wanna get this guy bad, huh?” Bubbles was reaching for the ketchup to feed herself. “Least Tommy was nice to me, not handsy like the others there.”

“Brock’s reputation is everything. We embarrass him in front of his people, that’ll burn. Really play it up.” Evie crossed her arms over the table.

“Oh, I know exactly what to do. Gimme a ring if it works. We’ll all want to disappear quick after. My car’s around back. Seemed like a fun gig. I always wanted to be an actress.” Bubbles gestured with a fry and bit into it.

“Here’s for helping us. Means a lot strangely.” Heather offered a couple bills.

“I like you kids. Sticking it to the man as they say.” A shrug followed. “I saw that man’s date. She looked like my daughter. We don’t speak anymore. Happy to help knock an asshole off the saddle.”

“Tannen’s eighteenth birthday was last week. They had this massive party at his dad’s biggest casino. Glad my parents already had plans or they would have made an appearance.” Heather made a face. “His girlfriend’s sweet, maybe she’ll dump his ass finally.”

“Almost showtime,” Steve perked, “look across the street.”

Bodies in their Sunday best. Rich folk meandering around the front doors. Expensive cars crossing.

“You’re up, Steve. Go bump into an old rival. Shoot the shit.” Evie gestured. “Bubbles will follow your cue. Get out of there once she’s close.”

“I hope your boy is ready for this.” Bubbles stood while Steve chuckled on the way out, fluffing his hair. Her bracelets and necklaces clicked together. Hands adjusting her bra crudely. A wink and she strutted out too.

“Let’s get better seats, ladies.” Billy lit a quick cigarette. Made his way out before Heather swiped it to puff too. Billy didn’t fight her on that. Evie trailed behind them. Eyes on the pastel crowds. Men in khaki and women playing a game of ‘my obnoxiously decorated hat is better than yours.

Frozen streets that made the bright colors even more annoying.

The trio hid around a building across the way. Leaning into a fire escape. Saw Steve swaggering like he was out for a Sunday stroll in the rich area of this town.

“Hey, Tannen, that you? Long time no see, man.” Steve cocked his head to flash that winning smile.

Brock covered his disinterest with one that matched.

“Stevie boy. Didn’t know you still hung around these parts.”

“Where else would I get my hair products?” Fingers swept his voluminous mane.

“Not like Hawkins has a lot to offer, I guess. I hear they’re building a fancy mall.”

“Should give us something to do this summer.” Steve shrugged.

“I missed my shot at you in those last few games.” Brock’s arms crossed. He touched his chest where the silver charm used to sit.

“Ah, yeah. Wasn’t for me anymore.” Steve’s brow quirked. Tannen’s girlfriend and his parents weren’t far behind. Making nice with the pastor.

“Hargrove said something similar. True about you guys?”

“Yeah, I heard some wild stuff about you though. Some tiff the football players like to reenact with that girl. Pretty one. You on the floor wailing, the details escaped me.” Steve laughed for effect and Brock joined him. Artificial overlapping sounds. “Well, so great to catch up.”

“Say hi to your old man for us. I know he’s busy with work and his secretary.” Brock’s lips lifted in an empty fashion. “Love to catch up with the folks. Especially when those college letters come in. We’ll be having a party or two to celebrate me getting into Stanford. Where all did you apply again?”

Steve’s smile faltered.

“Pshh. So many places.” Steve patted his back. “See you around, man. I’ll let our football team know I ran into you. You're their favorite subject.”

“Right.” Brock narrowed as Steve went around him. Tried to puff his chest out and intimidate. "Yeah, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here?"

Steve hitched this breathless laugh and caught himself. Jesus fucking Christ. Instead he winked with a finger gun.

"I'm gonna do just that, Tannen. Don't ever change, ya hear?"

He went into the crowd, leaving Brock to feel great about himself.

The prick didn’t hear the peppy clicking.

Ruby red curtains parted somewhere. An overture bloomed. Show time.

“Brock, baby! It is you? Hey-a, honey pie.” Bubbles opened her animal print jacket to flash a bright pink ruched mini dress. “You didn’t forget about me, did ja? I can barely walk.”

She grabbed his face in front of everyone. Smacked a Barbie pink kiss into his mouth. Moaned.

“Oh, baby, I had such a great time last night. You’re an animal.”

Across the way, Evie was leaning into Heather to laugh. Barely able to stay upright. Brock reached into his mouth and pulled a wad of chewing gum out.

He hadn’t been chewing it a moment ago.

Frantic hands wiped his lips off.

“Evie, your new friend is my hero.” Heather cackled. Smacking at Steve’s chest when he appeared behind them. Bubbles was talking animatedly. Clinging as Brock tried to push her off and explain to his family behind him.

“Oh, his girlfriend’s about to blow. Look at her face. I feel almost bad now.” Evie shifted back to touch Billy’s arm. Blue eyes turned to see her nails. Painted a fresh rose red.

As if he felt it, Brock’s head snapped in their direction.

They all ducked behind a dumpster. Evie pressed into Billy’s side.

“He see us?” Heather muttered.

A commotion built as Bubbles flashed her wiles and clicked off. Practically skipping. Leaving Brock in a pastel lion’s den. Jesus himself wasn’t coming to save him.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s open season and Tannen’s not winter surviving material.” Billy remarked, peeking again. "Look at their parents. Fuck."

“We should jet, this guy’s about to explode.” Steve pulled them to stay down and race toward the other end of the alleyway. “The gum was genius.”

“I think his mom fainted into the pastor.” Heather laughed, unlocking her car.

“Let’s get out of here.” Evie stole the passenger seat, leaving Steve and Billy to glare at each other in back. “Let’s see him explain his way out of that.” She waved to Bubbles appearing down the block.

“You guys want to hit up a movie or something? There’s no way I’m going to sit at home after that.” Heather turned the key so they could go. Evie looked around. Smiled genuinely.

“Actually, that sounds great. I’d kill for some sour patch kids.” She was mid turn to see the boys before Steve jumped to attention. Eyes wide at something beyond the front windshield.

“Guys! Problem.” He reeled to point. A sleek black car screeched around the corner. Not bothered by the cold in his fury, Brock clicked the roof to come down and stood. Shouted something unintelligible.

“Ah, shit. Heather, go!” Evie gestured until their little silver car skidded to turn down the street. “Drive.” There was some yelling in the backseat as Billy was tossed into Steve. Having not put his seat belt on.

“Ack, get off me, you damn brick...” Steve shoved the puffing boy away. Forced Billy into the seat and pulled his belt over. Got smacked off so Billy could click it in.

“He’s following, Heather!”

“I’m trying! I’m not prepared for a race today.” She peeled out through an alley back to the road. “I’m not getting pulled over for this asshole!” Her cheeks flushed red like a pair of cherries. Whipping around the next corner with Tannen in hot pursuit, probably freezing because his roof was still down.

“Hey, hey, there!” Billy leaned in to grasp Heather’s seat.

“I’m not gonna make that.” Heather panicked at a soil truck backing up toward a garden being constructed. Ready to block the way.

“Wanna bet? Punch it.” He gripped tight as Heather’s poor car revved forth. Weaving between vehicles and behind the beeping truck. Evie idly grabbed Billy’s arm turning to see Brock on their tail.

No way he was going to make it.

Heather hit the brake to stop at the next red light. They all whirled to see him. Chickening out, Tannen’s car swerved to a hard stop. Bumming into the back of a rickety truck on its side. Scratching paint and denting metal in.

“Holy shit.” Steve gasped out. "Are we dead?"

Brock was still raging at them when the back of the truck burst open. Sending a pile of filth into his open expensive car. Billy about howled. The upset teen was buried until he had to spit it out of his mouth. Profanities whirling as the driver came around to scold him aimlessly.

“That's...manure…” Evie realized. More laughter echoed through the car. Heather turned back to follow traffic off. “We are dead, aren't we?”

“We’ll just look out for the jerk. He’s got brain cells in the negative.” Heather had replied, reaching to turn her Madonna tape on. Billy sat back with a groan.

“Oh, I love this one.” Steve spoke over him, earning a look. "With Brock in deep shit...literally, his dad will be on him. The team's gonna love this one."

They drove from the city. Left Brock Tannen to stew in his own mess.

“Did you see his face when he pulled that gum from his mouth?” Evie chattered still. “His parents are gonna have him on lock down. No credit cards. No dates. Nothing. It's beautiful.”

“You're hot when you’re plotting someone’s downfall and reaping the benefits.” Billy scooted to lean between the seats.

“Ugh, sit back.” Heather grimaced, switching lanes. Billy peered at Evie’s profile and reclined. “Movie offer is off, we almost died.”

“You guys think Tannen is scrubbing himself of shit right now?” Steve piped up. Billy actually gave a snort at his rival. Faces went flat as they glanced at each other.

“Might as well throw the damn car away.” He’d added. Steve smirked a little and stifled it. This is the guy who busted his face open a couple months ago.

“Probably trying to explain himself as we speak. I hope he likes being single.” Evie played with the zipper on her jacket. “Four of us didn’t make a half bad team.”

“Admit it, I’m growing on you. I pressed you into this, Angel.” Billy got sly. Stared and knew she felt his eyes. Another laugh with an inch of sarcasm.

“Hard pass. I'm the evil genius here.”

** ** **

Word spread about Brock Tannen’s mishap in front of the holy father. His retaliation hadn’t come, being in trouble with his rich parents. No one knew about the four who kick started it. But, the legend would live on.

Evie had more glowing news. She’d made it two weeks without eating foreign objects. There wasn’t an empty feeling, not yet.

Maybe it was an odd phase. And she could stop.

Because she was in control and could stop whenever she wanted. This wasn't a problem.

February started off even colder than January. All the snow that melted was back with a vengeance. Even the ponds and lakes in the area froze over. Stilled in wait.

“Your 18th birthday is at the end of this month.” Fredrick spoke while he set a plate down. Cheese and mushroom pasta. Evie thanked him quietly. Bowers seemed happier about the upcoming festivities than she did.

“Mom’s already planning a surprise party I’m not supposed to know about.” A giggle followed. Secret date Friday night, first day of the welcomed midwinter break. Evie wore a pretty dress with something lace underneath.

“I just wondered if you considered your options.” He even poured her white wine. Tall glass.

“Options?” A fire crackled in the living room. Hard sounds she felt in her bones somehow.

“You and I.” Fredrick went on. “If you wanted to go. Start our lives that we talked about. These dreams we had for months, we talked and now...it just feels so close.”

Evie almost dropped her fork. Saw his eyes dip to see.

“Sorry, it’s sudden. Ah, I can’t drop out of high school, you know. Didn’t we always talk about how important my education was?” She paused quicker. “But, I thought about it. Us.”

That was a lie. Not while Billy Hargrove was batting his lashes at her locker every day. Snapping at anyone who dared to speak down to her. Groveling. Joking like they might be friends. Flirting endlessly. Billy and those iridescent eyes ruining her with their glitter.

This game they played where she hid smiles until he walked away.

“No, you're right. It was foolish that I even pressed it. I shouldn’t hope for you to…ah, well.” He only smiled. “This summer. I could relocate and you could come with me. You'd like to get away, wouldn't you?”

“My mom and I have all these plans to get my music out.”

“You can still sing your songs with me, Evie. You know, your mother wouldn’t understand us if you came with me. I think it would be best for some distance. She’d have time to come around to the idea. Understand that you're happy with me. You are happy with me, aren't you?”

"Of course, I am. You put me back together."

Bowers loved that and sipped some wine. Evie stared at her plate and felt something well that took her appetite away.

“I love you," he professed, "I will marry you. Do this right. But, I’ve waited quite a long time, Evie. I hope you understand that.”

She brought her hand up to her cheek in a motion like she was comforting a baby. Something she'd picked up since eating these things she shouldn't have.

“I do. I…”

“And you’re always saying your mother doesn’t understand. She keeps things from you. I just hate to see her hurting you. Neglecting you. You deserve so much better.” Fredrick shook his head. Sighed like it was truly unfortunate.

Poor Evie with no one. No one, but him.

“She tries, she’s just hurting after the divorce. She’s not good at…”

"It feels like she doesn't even want you some days, isn't that what you said?"

"I was just mad at her over it all. We don't really fight." Her protest came out weak.

“Your father can’t even be bothered to call his amazing daughter. Can’t man up and explain. It breaks my heart.”

“My dad...loves me.” Evie said a little snippier than intended. Trying to convince herself too. Jack Fenny was always holding her. Kissing her forehead and rubbing her back. Protecting her from thunder storms. Evie sighed and blurted something else. “I kissed someone else.”

“What?” Bowers paused, lowering his fork.

“A boy. Well, he kissed me.”

“I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” Fredrick offered that sweetly.

“He’s been a real jerk and I think he was just playing with me. But, now I think he was really trying to make it up to me."

"He forced you?"

"No, I kissed back and I didn’t tell you because it didn’t mean anything. It didn't.” She told herself that once a day thinking about it.

Billy’s moans into ruby gemstone lips. His hands under her shirt. Hot.

“Evie. It’s fine. You’re allowed to have those teenage experiences. Frankly, I’ve told you to be open. It’ll help us go unnoticed.” A beat. “Did you sleep with this person?”

“No."

"Do you want to?"

"No! Never.” She laughed, eyes elsewhere as if she’d also never thought of it.

As if she didn't think about Billy's fingers and his tongue and how he'd devour her. How he'd spell the word Angel between her spread thighs.

How wet it made her to consider it while she sat at the table with the god damn teacher she was fucking.

“I won’t be upset if you do.” Fredrick caught her eyes again. The pupils blew.

“No, I’m with you. It’s you and I. Like we planned.” She shook her head. A grin followed Fredrick’s lips. Pride. “We can talk about summer, I just think…we should do it carefully.”

“You’re right. I won’t push you. Can’t blame me for wanting you, Evie. You're like a drug.” His tone was more so unsettling.

She blushed there. Drank her full glass of wine down. Head spinning. Stood to cross and plucked up his glass to down it too. Fredrick watched. Pleased. Enchanted.

Then, she leaned down to kiss him. Hands on his face. Edging into his lap to tug so he'd take her to bed.

Bowers forgot his meal was there. Got up still kissing her to lead them off.

"I want you to fuck me." She asked like a grown woman. Lashes fluttering and flushed from the wine sloshing in her belly. His thumb pushed into her teeth. Faces close.

"Really asking for it, huh?"

One hard shove sent her into the bed. Evie felt drunk finally, wobbling to turn with her fingers smoothing over the cotton blankets. A neutral expression crossed her face. Eyes drew to an decorative plant in the corner.

It badly needed water. Once shiny green leaves drooped a dry brown. Poor thing.

Evie couldn't stop thinking about it.

Poor thing.

Weight shifted and he was over her. Whispering naughty things.

His shadow stretched until she was lost to it.

** ** **

Evie was home just before dark. Sore and holding her coat close. Walking down Cherry Lane, a car hood smacked shut. Billy peered up at her there, wiping his deft hands on a rag.

“Too cold to be working on your car.”

“My baby gets what she needs when she needs it.” He winked, tongue sweeping. Eyes scanned her outfit and this empty expression crossed. “Don’t need to ask where you’ve been.”

“No, you don’t.” Evie crossed her arms tighter until her coat sleeves rode up along her wrists. Watched Billy pull his cigarettes out to light one. Smoke puffed and he narrowed on her again.

“The fuck is that?” Billy was crossing, jerking Evie’s arm out to pull the sleeve down before she could react. A chill seeped. Violet and rose flower petal like bruises on her forearm and wrists. Splotchy and discolored already. “He do that to you?”

“I didn’t even notice it.” She yanked away. “It’s nothing.”

“Gets rough in the sack. Trying new things because he has a bouncy, cool girl. Or one who acts the part. It's not you, Evie.” Billy inhaled to flick his ashes.

She didn’t move. Just stared at his eyes. Wondered if Billy thought less of her. She hoped he didn't.

“Plenty of people like it rough.” Evie scoffed. “He worries about me when I leave.”

“He worries you might spill the truth to someone. Grabs to make the point. And it sticks long after. Literally.”

Evie blinked. Went around him.

“See you later.”

“You bet.” Billy turned and watched her before leaning against his car. Evie snuck in and heard her mother’s chattering into the phone. More ice up her spine with the low tone.

“Yes, I got it. I don’t want your money, Jack. I told you. Leave us alone.”

“Mom?” Evie gasped it, hurrying into the kitchen to see her mother slam the phone down. Crumbing a letter in her dainty fingers. “Was that dad?”

“No, baby, just calling your aunts to let them know I’m headed out.”

“But, I heard you. I heard you say his name.” Evie pressed. “Did he ask to talk to me?”

“Evie, it was nothing, baby.” Mona hurried around her to toss the envelope into the fire. “Make sure this goes out before you go to sleep tonight. I left money on the fridge and we’re stocked up for the week. Salon will be fine and call if they think they need some extra hands.”

“Mom, I know that was dad. Why are you lying to me?”

“Evie, I’m not going to discuss this. I’m already late to the airport. My taxi’s pulling up.”

“No! Tell me the truth. What’s going on?” Evie had her mother’s luggage so Mona pulled for it. Yanking her daughter to the door. “Mom!” She hated that tears burned her eyes. ��Stop lying to me! What’s going on with dad?”

“He doesn’t want us, Evie!” Mona huffed like it truly pained. And it did. “We just have to be fine with that. Sometimes, the Lord tests us. We endure.”

“So, we just don’t talk about it?” Evie tugged again. Flaring up. "We don't talk about anything that isn't pretty!"

“Your daddy was a godless man!" Mona burst. "I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

“Again?”

“Evie, I’m late, baby, I love you. Don’t do this.” Mona pulled her bag free and grabbed her coat. Clicking down the stairs.

“My father loves me!” Evie called after her, stepping onto the porch. Mona’s shoulder rose as she crossed down and ignored it. Got into the taxi as fast as she could so they skidded off.

Evie puffed there. Wiped her sleeves on her wet cheeks.

“Evie?” Max had joined Billy on the sidewalk. Conversation disrupted by the drama at the Fenny house. Evie exhaled cold and blinked until her makeup started to run. Sniffling. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, fine.” She saw Billy step toward her and scurried back inside. Listened to the fire crackle some and went to her room. Unable to breathe right, hands felt around the bookcase. All the trinkets waiting.

She thought of Fredrick and his hands squeezing. In bed. Ropes. All the fucking orders he coos in her ear. Her head spinning and it's not enough to take her away. Not enough for her to dream deeper. Those hands. Yanking as she’s trying to leave to warn her against letting their secret out.

But, he loved her too much. That's all. Emotional repetition.

Thought of Mona unable to look at her so often. Unable to notice her unraveling and speak of it. Paint a happy face.

Thought of lightning cracking to underscore a boom of weighty thunder. Palms on her legs.

Not that kind of girl.

Evie covered her ears.

“Stop crying!” She wept with trembling lips. Too many hands roamed her body in darkness. Voices soothed her ears and only made it worse. She stood there patting her cheek, trying to console herself.

Evie plucked up a tiny padlock shaped in a heart. Something you’d clasp your secret diary with. Pushed it into her tongue. Palms flattened on the wall as she tried to swallow. Choked the rust taste down until she was gasping. The lump sunk lower.

Breathing slow.

In control of her thoughts and emotions again.

Evangeline wondered just what kind of girl she was.

** ** **

“Were they fighting?” Max had turned back to Billy leaning into his car. The cigarette smashed under his boot. An aimless shrug followed as the sky began to darken. Eyes fixed on were Evie disappeared to. Streetlights flipped on.

Smoke edged out Billy’s lips before he popped a mint. Woke his senses up.

Max peered at him in a winter coat that was too big for her. Looked like a marshmallow on fire with her red hair.

“You should go check…” She craned to listen for a raspy squeaking under the cold wind. “Hey. Do you hear that?”

“What?” Billy came off his car as she went to the back wheel.

“That crying.”

“Crying?” Billy turned, earring dangling to hear it. “What the hell?”

“Look, it’s…”

“A fucking huge rat trapped in my… Get out of there, you little shit.” He reached over the wheel and grasped trembling fur. Not caring if it bit him.

“Careful.” Max actually laughed at him grunting. Pulling a squirmy ball of matted fluff out to let it dangle there. “It’s not a rat! It's-"

"Ugly."

"It’s a scared kitten.”

“Feral thing. It’s just cold and hungry.” Billy watched the nubby paws flail around. It spat a grumpy hiss at him. “Probably lost its mom.”

Max went quiet at that. Billy sighed. Actually looked softer and cradled a dirty grey kitten close to his leather coat. Looking around.

“Little shit.” He broke while it chewed on his thumb. Round head and hungry, little body. Bright blue eyes.

“It’s a sign. Go give it to Evie.” The redhead smiled there. "She misses Bourbon.”

“Max, that’s...ah, a good idea.” He stood taller. Made a face. “When did you wise up?”

“Always been smart, you just never noticed.” She grew cheeky. “Don’t come home until Evie feels better.”

Max turned to go back up to the house. Billy exhaled at her, crossed around with the squirming beast. Thumb rubbing soothing circles into it.

"Look cute and friendly for a second, I want this girl to like me." Billy joked to the kitten, practicing a line to himself with a grin. "Hey, Angel, this cat's been on a journey to find you and I'm just getting it home. I am your destiny."

Three knocks. Some shuffling followed before the door cracked. Evie’s face was splotchy. She’d changed into a burnt orange sweater and black leggings.

Billy forgot all his lines.

“What-?” Evie didn’t have time to react before he was pushing a ball of fur at her chest.

“Here.” He gruffed. “Found it hiding in my car. Smells like exhaust.”

A raspy meow followed.

Evie stammered a few words he couldn’t even piece together. Eyes bulging at the squeaky thing he’d just shoved at her. Hands scrambled to take it.

“You lost your cat, we figured this one needed a home with someone batshit for cats. Know anyone?” Billy let her gape at him. Blinking several times, Evie tried to speak.

“I, uh...uh, okay. I guess I could...could…” She melted looking at it. "Aww..."

“Already likes you.” Billy watched the thing curl up and slow blink at its new mother. Evie sagged, licked her lips to marvel. Words came.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Wouldn’t have made it much longer out here without its mom.” He looked at the empty swing on their porch. They had one in California. His mom liked to sit on it and hum. On good days. “Mona leaving for the week?”

“Yeah, seeing her older sisters in New Orleans. It’s just me until next Sunday.” Evie was beaming at the kitten. Comforting it. “Poor thing needs a bath, it’s covered in grease.”

“Well, just don’t give it a stupid name like Cherry because we found it on Cherry Lane.” He paused, joking. “Or Camaro. Won't hurt my pride.”

Billy was turning to go down the steps. Evie bit her lip. Smiled softer.

“What about Blue?” She observed the kitten. “It’s a little girl.”

“Blue?” Billy laughed and peered back at her.

“For the color of your car. And her eyes.” And your eyes.

A grin crossed Billy’s lips.

“Not terrible.” He shrugged, leaving.

“Billy.” Evie stepped out onto the welcome mat. Saw him pause there against a sea of white. Illuminated. Obscene. Beautiful boy. “Did...you maybe want to help me get her set up? I was thinking of ordering pizza and heating some apple cider.”

“With caramel?”

“Obviously.” She shrugged. “If you wanted to come in…”

“Is this you forgiving me?”

“I’ll let you think I am.” Evie rolled her eyes and turned with Blue content in her arms. Billy flashed his teeth. Climbed the steps to follow after. Shut the door behind him.

** ** **

“I know, baby, I know.” Evie was washing dirt and grease from the squeaky creature’s fluff. “Poor thing. Hiding in that loud, scary car.”

“My car was its safe haven.” Billy had the phone pressed into his shoulder.

“Loud, scary machine.” She continued, amused. Let him finish the order and hang up.

“Extra cheese and pepperoni fine with you?” Billy crossed to the kitchen sink where Evie settled a tiny makeshift cat bath in.

“Sounds amazing. I didn’t eat much today…” She trailed off. Caught Billy’s eyes on her bruised arms again with her sweater pulled up. “He doesn’t hurt me. He’s just scared.”

“Men hurt worse when they’re scared.” Was all Billy said. Evie frowned, plucking up the wet kitten to bundle it in a towel.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” She continued. Cheeks fresh with strawberries. Lips upturned. Calmer while she nurtured it. Billy took note.

“Were you fighting with your mom?” He asked. Evie barely glanced at him.

“Not from my mom’s point of view.” Her head shook. “My...My dad called. I heard her telling him not to.” Evie’s eyes lifted. “How many times has he tried to call before? Has he even asked about me?”

“You get along with your dad?”

“He was gone a lot for work business, but we were close. Closer than my mom and I even. He was...really kind and affectionate. Always buying me things. Bringing little gifts home from his long work trips. I used to think he and my mom had this perfect marriage. Something out of an old sitcom.”

Evie didn’t like to touch these things. Especially not in front of others. But, Billy Hargrove was looking at her. Staring pointedly and unashamed. Something admirable there even if he liked to deflect from himself.

“I’m not sure now if my parents ever loved each other.” Billy had replied. Offering a sliver of himself to ease her pain. “Not sure if dad loves Susan either. But, she’ll do anything for him. I think he loves that. My mom stopped playing that game.”

Evie felt this ocean within her heart roll softly upon a shore. Echoing distant calls.

“Hey, that thing is almost cute now.” Billy’s quip made her snort. Huge, alien eyes blinked up at them.

“Probably just barely weaned off its mother. Little runt. I have some soft canned food for now until I can get to the store. Hope you’re okay with Bourbon’s smell in the house still.” Evie cradled the cat and reached into a cupboard. “Let’s get you set up in my room. Shall we?”

Billy perked as she looked to him.

“Pizza should be here when I’m done...did you want to pick a movie or something?” Hesitation had her feet shuffling. He could leave.

They seemed to both consider it. Why they were still here. Meeting each other halfway. Did it matter?

People can surprise you. All you can do is let them.

“What’d you have? Dolly’s collection.” He smiled at her expression there.

“Only on mom’s display. C’mere. Bottom shelf. Be amazed.” She cleared her throat as Billy entered the bedroom behind her. Neared one of the many bookshelves. This one covered in novels and VHS tapes. Evie set up a litter box and found some toys that hadn’t gotten much use. Let the kitten roam her bed and squeak. “Well?”

“I’m impressed with the selection. Carpenter, Craven, De Palma, Hooper… What’s a nice girl like you doing with all of Argento’s flicks?”

“Enjoying every minute.” She knelt down by Billy as he plucked up a tape, laughing.

“Evangeline Fenny owns The Slumber Party Massacre?”

“I love a shitty dumpster fire of a movie that can make fun of its own genre. And it was directed by a woman.”

“No way,” Billy turned it over, “jesus.” He pushed it back. “Sleepaway Camp, Carrie, Black Christmas, The Funhouse, Phantom of the Paradise. How about a classic... Michael or Leatherface?”

“Myers.”

“Leatherface is way better.” Billy grabbed Halloween.

“Psssh.” Evie plucked Blue up. “He can act like he is.” They went into the living room, paid for the food, and got set up. Movie, warm apple cider, and pizza. Not a date. Just a hang out. Plus the cat. Blue wandered the top of the sofa and tried to play with Billy’s curls.

“Hey, I saved your life, rat.” He leaned forward to bite into a gooey slice. Licking the grease from his lips. Evie giggled at him as the movie started. Technicolor and firelight bathed the dim room. Crackling peacefully.

Evie peered at Billy again, dressed down in a fitted black tee and jeans. She curled her sock clad feet up on the couch. Sighed.

“Is there anything pizza can’t solve?”

“My experience, sex solves whatever’s left.” Billy spoke around a mouthful of food. Earned himself a scowl.

“You pig.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he swallowed, wiping his mouth on a napkin, “you do this with the teacher?”

“Still prying.” Evie picked at some crust and went for another slice. “He makes me these fancy dinners. Wine and all. We watch mind numbing old movies. Most of them are three hours long about some boring old guy or they’re a documentary.”

“And that turns you on?”

“No, but Fredrick admires my mind, I like that. He asks me my opinion on things. That’s how we got closer. Through shared books.”

“Until he started prying into your home life and then your skirts.” Billy paused. “He liquors you up?”

“Not really, but sometimes it helps when we have sex.”

“Helps?” Billy set his plate down after four slices. One hand came back around the couch, neared Evie’s hair. Blue stumbled into his denim clad lap to get comfortable. “Does it hurt or something?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I can’t relax.”

“And he still has sex with you.”

“It’s not a big deal, Billy. I like sex.” Evie turned, speaking over the haunting instrumental on screen. Michael Myers stalking his prey. “It’s not like he popped my cherry or anything. He’s been there for me and I was his confidante too. We have things in common. He just got out of a bad relationship.”

“Yeah, and now he’s collecting on that. Listening to you.” Billy shrugged, reached to pat the kitten in his lap. Evie pressed her lips at the scene, shoulders sagging.

“It feels good with him. I do...feel safe after. Ever been with someone who makes you feel safe?”

There was a lingering beat of them staring. Eyes twinkled while the fire became tangerine embers.

“No, I can’t say that I have.” Billy scooped up the kitten, heard it chirp before he offered it to Evie. Scooting just a little closer to her while Blue got settled again. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re still here with me.” He smirked, staring at the TV.

“You’re running out of lines, heard that before.” Evie drew closer of her own accord. Felt Billy go impossibly still when her head tipped to his chest. A bold move on her part.

“Just a reminder.” He breathed slow. “What else is there to know about you, Evangeline?”

“Gotta ask questions.” She mused and became too serious. “Who are your favorite female role models?”

“What?” Billy chuckled, touching her curls.

“Mine are Gloria Steinem, Linda Marchiano, Katherine Johnson, and Sacheen Littlefeather. Oh, and Maya Angelou and-”

“Stevie Nicks?”

“Duh.”

“I was hoping this would be some easy questions. Like tell me about your favorite pornstar or the biggest dick you've ever seen?”

Her head came up.

"I'm looking at it right now." Evie's leveled tone had Billy bursting with laughter. She went down again. Pride built because he cackled as hard as he did.

"Okay, I back flipped my dumb ass into that one. Fuck." A finger wiped his eyes.

She felt him illuminate. Why was everything he did breathtaking? It felt almost unfair.

“Billy Hargrove can’t name a woman.” Evie sat up again, amused at his flat expression.

“Joan Jett and Debbie Harry and Etta-”

“You’re so trying to win me over with musicians.” She poked his chest and settled down against him. Tucked in.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.” She smiled into his chest, inhaling that cologne he liked to bathe in. Aramis. Billy felt her grin and sucked in his cheeks. They continued watching for all of five minutes.

Evie shot up again to face him. Billy near shrunk at the staring.

“Do I have something on my face?” His brow rose.

“Okay, I’m asking it because I can't settle.” Evie touched her lips and narrowed. Blue cradled close with one hand while the other lifted to point. “I asked it before so don’t have a cow about it-”

“No, I don’t think we look funny together. That’s all you, babe.”

She deflated, hand dropping.

“How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“You worry too much.” Billy spied the TV briefly. Peered back at Evie.

“I see the pretty girls you date, it’s hard not to think about it. You’re here, but are you here because you actually like me? Or is this some weird guilt thing set up from the lies you told earlier.” Evie batted her lashes.

“We have a week off of school and I’m eating pizza and watching a horror flick in the Fenny living room.” Billy’s head cocked while he explained. “Yeah. I lied. But, I like hanging out with you. Sue me.”

“This isn’t some weird conquest, is it?” She watched Billy scoff and shake his head before she shrugging. Voice growing lush. “Do you like my stomach?” He chuckled again, flicking golden hair aside before he drew his fingertips up her side. Earned a shiver.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He said. Those fingers brushed her chin. “I’m still here with you. I still like it. Do you like it?” He licked his lips. Evie studied him and slowly came down. Nestled into his chest to consider it.

A small syllable.

“Yes.”

Billy’s arm shifted to rest upon her. Palm grazing her hip. Evie blushed. Wondering how his fingers would feel wandering between her thighs again. A burning chill pricked her skin. Billy inhaled that amber scent she was known for. Sighed. Thought about tracing her lips. Thought of her mouth on his neck. And then lower.

Fuck. Not now. Billy tried to breathe again.

“Billy?” Evie piped up after the lengthy beat.

“Yeah?” He shivered. Acutely aware of Evie’s body heat and beating heart against his frame. Her legs pressed into his thigh. Curled into him comfortably with Blue now snoring.

“I forgive you.”

A weight lifted off them both.

When he was dead silent, she went on.

“I called Bubbles, you know, to check on her after the whole Brock thing. Couldn’t stop laughing. She told me about that night. You punching him and the money. I know you’ve been trying to make it right and you don’t even have to. She said she saw you pull up and check on Brock’s date after looking for me. And I...I did really want to go to that motel with you. I haven’t had a night like that with a boy in… Well, never. Maybe we're not supposed to hang out, but it's stupid cause I like it-”

Billy cupped her chin and brought their lips together without ceremony. The intensity of a supernova charged his veins. Evie felt it too.

Blue scrambled up and pounced off them to the carpet. Away from Billy pawing for more of Evie. Until hands slid up his hard chest. Tasted the salt on his lips while she threaded fingers into his curls. A salted, caramel kiss from the cider. He roamed her body, unabashed.

Too many sensations. Stars busting. Waves hitting a rocky shore. Absolute fireworks exploding against a sapphire sky.

All those things that made a fairy tale magical. Happening in perfect sync.

Evie didn't shy as he touched her. Squeezed. Lips on her neck and back to her mouth.

Desire had her dancing in an endless dream.

“Billy…” Evie kissed him again. Deepened it all on her own. Pushed Billy back into the couch which earned a sound that was truly entertained. Enthralled.

Yes, she wanted him. It almost felt like she needed him and that didn't jar her one bit.

A hand palmed her bottom then tugged at her shirt. She heaved to come up. Blinking some awareness back.

“Let’s go to your room.” Billy came up for more. Fingers tucked hair aside. He nipped at her lip and Evie gasped.

“We can’t...I can’t. I’m still. I’m with him. I can’t be…” She slid off. Left Billy breathless there puffing. Throbbing. His pants already had the tiniest wet spot.

“But, you want to?” He shoved up. All fluttered. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

Evie curled herself into the smallest ball she could. Faced elsewhere.

“Yes.” She strained. Hugging herself close. “It’s not that I’m still mad. Fredrick even said I could… But, I know he doesn’t mean it. He’ll get upset and freak out thinking I told someone. He broke things off with me after summer and I never told anyone, but I know...he might have been just seeing if I’d come back. And I did.”

It seemed to hit her for the first time.

"I'm sleeping with my fucking teacher. Oh fuck."

“He’ll leave more bruises on you?” Billy stilled as she snapped to see him with glossy eyes. Face scrunching.

“I like it when he’s rough.”

“Because it helps you go somewhere else in your mind.” Billy huffed, leaning in. “When my dad… When he… Sometimes I like it when it’s hard. Because I press into walls and pretend I can sink into them.”

Evie thought of Fredrick and how he complained about her way of sleeping.

“He helped me and I helped him." A crack. "No one's ever gonna love me like he does."

He leaned in with intensity building.

"If he told you that, Evie, he doesn't love you." Billy uttered that too inordinate in sweetness. She almost shattered.

"He’s taught me things. He wants me... He sees a future and I think I can’t turn away from that.” She whimpered pitifully.

“Only thing he’s teaching you is how to give in and hate yourself quieter.” A cord struck so Billy eased it. “I’m not trying to make you feel like shit. You need to hear this.”

“He wants me, just me.”

“He wants his image of you! Does he tie you up? Some of those look like rope burns, Evie.” Billy slid in and grasped one hand.

She wiggled and didn’t pull away. Saw Billy’s eyes.

“Adults are supposed to fucking help us. Maybe he did at first, but he crossed a line with you because he couldn’t keep his weird fantasies in check. Of course he taught you things, you’re young..."

"It doesn't matter."

"All of it matters. What, does he liquor you up and make you watch porn? Point and ask why you can’t be more like those girls crying on screen because they’re moaning and sobbing and being pushed past their limits.”

“He says he loves me and he's proud of me. I like making him happy.” Evie made an odd shuddering sound. Lips pressing before something fractured distantly. “I can’t just leave him. I love him too, but-”

“But, what? There’s no such thing as an ‘I love you, but’…”

“I’m scared, Billy, and I’m so stupid.” Evie buried her face in her knees when the pressure built. Lost it.

Cried there in front of him. Hating herself for being so fragile and weak. It jarred Billy to see Evie Fenny truly hurt and terrified of this relationship she mooned over so often.

Trauma twisted you like fresh snow covering what was there before. Frozen solid to hide it with something that shimmered.

Arms lifted to bring her into his chest. Evie resisted on instinct and then melted down. Sobbed into his tee. Wet the soft fabric. Clung. Listened to Billy’s heart race.

“I don’t know what to do, he keeps talking about the future. Whisking me away and marrying me, I thought I wanted that. I’m supposed to, but I don’t.” Evie pushed up to wipe her red eyes. “He doesn’t even care about my music, he wants me to be a housewife. I can’t even fucking make descent pasta.”

She laughed bitterly at that.

“Fredrick wants all these kids and I don’t. I'm...I'm still a kid. Fuck, I..." Felt like she only just realized that too. "I don’t even have myself together, how could I put another kid like me into the world? And what if I get old and he finds another young girl with issues, huh, what happens then? I know it's all fucked, I do, but I can't stop it.”

“Evie, hey, look at me.” Billy was trying to cup her face. Met with more resistance as she couldn’t stomach looking him in the eye while crying. Evie backed out and wiped her face again. Swallowed the empty lumps in her throat. Tremoring. “You gotta leave this guy. He’s gonna get worse. You’re fucking shaking.”

“...I know.” She squeaked. “Sometimes I feel like I might shatter if I disappoint him. Have you ever felt like that?”

"Yeah. And I shattered anyway."

Billy Hargrove stopped dead. Displayed this blaring vulnerability that was miraculous on him.

Saw a girl in clear, ruby red danger.

"I'm just so tired, Billy, I never thought I'd be so tired at seventeen." Evie started to cling again and he let her. Fingers pulling for more of him and so he offered more in return. Tucked Evie under his chin. Still here with her.

Frankly, neither of them worried about that any longer.

“My mom didn’t leave my dad when she should have. Not early enough. He messed her up pretty bad. She had a lot of problems she never got over.” Billy cracked through the layers of volcanic rock hardened around his heart. She shifted to see him there. One finger drew the tears from her cheeks. Evie searched his eyes. Flickering. No longer hearing the screams on screen behind them.

“What happened to her, Billy?” She saw this star fall behind his eyes and wished she could have caught it.

Billy pulled her in closer until they were lying together. His mouth pressed into dark ringlets to murmur. Inhaling all the heat in her perfume. Honey amber.

“She died.” His lips cast too gentle syllables. Evie held him back. Tangled bodies.

Souls locking together without fear among dwindling embers.

"And I don't want you to die too."

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LET’S GET READY TO RE-CAAAAAAAAP

“I have numerous science-based questions” I mean, same. It also sets up that Huey is gonna be out of his element this episode

SCROOGE HAS NO TIME FOR SCIENCE

“I AM THAT CHAMPION.” A bit full of yourself there. I couldn’t hear this line without saying “I’M. THAT. HERO.” Oh VeggieTales, you’ll always be with me

THEY ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE!!

I like that Louie does a finger gun when Scrooge gets to him

Like I said earlier, I DO NOT care Scrooge already putting pressure on these kids

Poor Dewey seems like he’s the unfavorite, which is probably how Donald felt as well

Huey makes a good point and I do NOT like how dismissive Scrooge is of the twins

That being said...they totally killed someone in battle

SOMEDAY WE’LL FIND IT, THE RAINBOW CONNECTION!

Why didn’t Launchpad crash? I know he can land w/o crashing but it’s usually when he lands in water. THIS FEELS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW though it probably isn’t

“THEY FOUND A WAY TO MAKE RAINBOWS BETTER!” God, I love Webby

“This is the best day.” WEBBY, YOU ARE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS OF ADORABLE

Birds with beards look odd

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Poor Huey, magic and mythology aren’t his strong point

I love that it says Odin’s Closet over the shirts. It’s the little details

“Guess Louie knows what Louie’s doing today.” And then he disappears into the shirts. I can appreciate someone who knows what they’re about

I want ALL the shirts from this episode!

“WHOA, IT’S WRESTLING!” He looks so dang happy, it’s ADORABLE

“THIS IS AWESOME!” Chanting is fun

“So these guys just copied professional wrestling?” Huey, you’re form of logic is not welcome here

Does that mean Scrooge told someone about his battles and inspired them to create pro wrestling? I’m gonna go with that

“And they will love me for it!” Dewey, sweetie, that’s only how it works half the time

I loved all the man-snake stuff. Made me giggle

Man snake be THICC. HOT DAMN

I love the little pig ref. HE’S SO CUTE

Jormungandr knows how to pump up a crowd

So, like, is everyone in the audience technically DEAD?! That makes this episode slightly darker. I dig it

I wonder if Jormungandr sees Earth’s destruction as a good thing for Earth. Like if he genuinely thinks they’d be better off in Valhalla. Or if he’s just a bastard who wants to watch the world burn

Scrooge is a bit too into playing the heel

The way Scrooge moves and the faces he makes as the Millionaire Miser remind me of Glomgold

“I watch a lot of wrestling while I fly.” “Wait, while?” This exchange always cracks me up

“Uncle Scrooge is the greatest hero of all time.” “Huh, I guess not everyone thinks so.” I feel like this is foreshadowing later events

RIP Announcer Puffin

“DIBS ON ANNOUNCING!” A dude just got KO’d bro! Have a bit of respect

And the return of the dynamic sports announcer duo. Glad Huey got his badge

I NEED MORE WRESTLING ANNOUNCER LP

Strongbeard is DOPE

“How did you know that?” “Just calling it like I see it. WRESTLING!” The real reason Launchpad knows is because he’s actually Thor but doesn’t remember. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

FEAR THE BEARD

“What matters is I’m doing the right thing.” I don’t know, you really seem to enjoy being a heel

This whole match is great

Dewey, there ARE NO RULES IN WRESTLING. Plus you aren’t the ref, so you can’t make that call

I have very inappropriate jokes go through my head when only one arm absorbs the beard energy

“I am so confused.” CONSTANT MOOD

DID SCROOGE NARUTO RUN AT STRONGBEARD?!

I like that Scrooge dives onto him the same way he dives into his bin

LP is so excited he pushes Huey out of the way for NO REASON

HOLY FUCK THAT DUDE THREW A CHAIR AT A CHILD!

All the bone cracking in this episode made me uncomfortable, as in my bones hurt during it

“He is such a good guy.” I’d say he’s a fair guy, not necessarily a good guy

“Which two of you will fight for me?” Webby has been waiting for this moment her WHOLE LIFE

Louie, always taking time to make that money

Who gave him a shirt cannon?!

I love that the dude comes up wearing the shirt

Dewey just slaps Scrooge in the face

Champ POPular! Too cute! I love his hair and outfit. Though I don’t think Champ POPular’s “too popular to hate.” If anything he might annoy people due to his popularity

I thought he was gonna pull out yo-yos as his “finishing touch” and I was sad when it was lollipops even though that makes more sense. BRING BACK THE YO-YOS!

“Do all the fighting and make sure he doesn’t die.” That is a valid concern

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU! I’D KNOW IT ANYWHERE

Huey taking notes is adorable

“Just in time for the tag-team round.” “Wait, they’re playing tag now?! MAN!” I love how Danny says MAN

How does Huey not know what a tag-team is? It’s a pretty common term

I love Launchpad’s reading face

Dewey has red, blue, and green lollipops. Cute

“HE’S THROWING LOLLIPOPS BECAUSE HE THINKS WE’RE SUCKERS!” That took me off guard and I laughed so hard

“I’ve known you my whole life, I kinda knew how this would play out.” Louie is genre savvy. Perhaps too savvy. He’s gonna figure out he’s in a tv show

“More like Champ POP..ulation zero because he has no friends...in Friendtown.” I fail to see how that was any worse than LP’s “more like Champ UN-POPular.”

“WE HATE YOU NOW!” Tough crowd

Huey’s face after that. I just want to pinch his lil cheeks

WEBBY DON’T NEED NO WRESTLER NAME

It TOTALLY went over my head that they censored Hela with Hecka (at least they used her better than the MCU did. WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BETTER)

I would let her pin me to the mat and crush my skull in

“Oh, COME ON, THIS is what you like?! A creepy goth and her pet dog!” SHUT UP, DEWEY, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT! I’m surprised Webby didn’t slap him for the “creepy goth” comment seeing as Lena is goth and misunderstood

“HECKA YEAH! HECKA YEAH!” SHE’S SO COOL AND SEXY AND SHE HAS A DOG

Poor Huey, he’s doing his best. Hope he takes a shower later because he got pretty sweaty

HECKA COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D SAY THANK YOU

Why did Huey have all those corn puns?

“YOU’RE THE WORST! YOU’RE THE WORST!” It’s just not Huey’s day

“You don’t have to try to make it sound great, it already is.” Did this remind anyone else of Dewey’s “don’t overthink it” advice to Launchpad from Double-O Duck? He’s doing his best to help Huey

I WANT HECKA TO DESTROY ME

“EMBRACE THE BOOZE BOOS.”

Poor Dewey

WEBBY IS A BEAST! SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS!

“EMBRACE YOUR INNER HEEL!” Cuz being a heel is fun!

DUDE, WEBBY TOOK DOWN THE GODDESS OF DEATH WITH NOTHING BUT HER LEGS AND THIGHS! WE STAN!

I like that Fenny has knee pads on

“AW, YOU’RE SO DANGEROUS AND CUTE! I JUST WANT TO PET YOUR LITTLE BELLY!” WEBBY IS ME

“A classic ‘who’s a good boy?’ gambit!” AND I’D FALL FOR IT TOO! SUCH A GOOD BOI

“Wait, am I the Launchpad here?” Bitch, you WISH

“YOU CAN’T GIVE CANDY TO A DOG!” This is why you don’t have a pet, Dewey

“WHOA, back from THE DEAD for the QUEEN of the DEAD!”

Kind of a dick move, Louie

AIR GUITAR!

Jormungandr looks like a Masters of the Universe knock-off toy

WHO’S A GOOD BOI? YOU ARE!

“With a toxic personality” I think you’re projecting a bit, Jormungandr

How does Huey not know what a battle royale is? That is a very common term! Hell, there is a well known book and movie with that title!

“I’m just a humble, noble snake man of the people.” Why does the term snake man make me laugh so much?

WOY REFERENCE FTW

Dewey needs a hug! And some therapy would probably be a good idea

Scrooge’s speech started on a good note then went downhill FAST

“And lastly, I’ll use the dust of your bones as sweetener in my tea.” DAMN

“TOO FAR!” I DON’T THINK IT’S FAR ENOUGH! TELL HIM HOW YOU WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD

FUCK YEAH BEAKLEY!

SHE GAVE HIM THE CHAIR! I think this CONFIRMS Beakley as a wrestling fan

“I know we’re supposed to take over for Scrooge one day, but do you ever wonder if maybe we’re not cut out for it?” YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WONDER THOSE THINGS AT ALL!

Louie’s like WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!

“Be LP” My new mantra

Aw, Louie sees Dewey as a hero. Like how LP saw Drake as a hero. I think @drakepad is onto something, this scene and the fight scene seem WAAAAY too much like Drake’s intro to be just a coincidence

I keep saying this, but Louie should consider a career in motivational speaking. He knows what people need to hear

“Let’s do this!” “I don’t know.” “Let’s Dewey this?” “I’m in.”

“I’LL SHED YOUR SKIN FOR YOU!” If he hadn’t of had an old man back moment that would have been a BRUTAL CUT

OMG WAS LAUNCHPAD WEARING THAT THE WHOLE TIME? You see his clothes fly off when he jumps in the ring

“Whoa. In a COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED TWIST, the announcer was Captain Crash THIS WHOLE TIME!” LP does underground wrestling matches in his spare time, TELL ME I’M WRONG

“YOUR CATCHPHRASES ARE FORCED!” I agree, Dewey could have done WAY BETTER

I like Louie just GLARING at the dude who insulted Dewey’s catchphrase

LP looks so proud of Huey

“I don’t care at all, why should I?” Methinks the snake man doth protest too much

I like how Jormungandr’s pupils are thinner during the climax. It shows off his true nature

Dewey should have been the one to do a spin attack, ya know, cuz he’s Sonic? I’ll go now

“The Pop never Stops.” That was better

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CHAIRS COMING FROM?!

I LEGIT thought Strongbeard was gonna throw Dewey his axe and I was like Dewey wouldn’t be able to lift that

SUPER SAIYAN DEWEY! Also was that a TIGER SNARL?

I like the ice pack on Launchpad’s head. Just because he can take a lot of damage doesn’t mean that LP is immune to pain

I like that the crowd CHANGED THEIR BANNERS! Nice

LOUIE AND WEBBY LOOKED SO CUTE!

LP tearing up

“A true people’s hero” I feel like that phrase will come back in relation to other characters (cough DW cough)

Scrooge is such a little shit, it’s kind of adorable

THAT END SHOT! THAT SONG!

This was a SUPER FUN EPISODE! I couldn’t really tell where they were going and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I wish we had gotten Huey in some wrestling gear but maybe next time. I like the message that doing the right thing isn’t always popular but I kind of feel like Dewey getting the crowd on his side muddled the message somewhat. Poor Dewey needs therapy or something so he doesn’t feel like he needs CONSTANT approval. Again, he’s 11 YEARS OLD and shouldn’t be put into such a serious position. LP was VIP this episode. I’m bummed we’re on hiatus again, but WHAT an episode to end on!

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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the-angst-lord · 4 years

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Team RWBY Winter Doodle Set

I figure for Yang, she wouldn't want to wear anything really heavy, so basically she just layered up with smaller clothes under a loose trench coat that she can easily punch in. She wears insulated pants and thigh-high boots for extra warmth, and none of it gets in the way of her fighting style plus like, it's kinda a combat skirt?

Honestly now looking at this, I think my love for Nier Automata is showing

Blake’s outfit in comparison to her canon one is more plain-looking. But draws on her ninja inspiration more as she has a vest jacket over a long-sleeved shirt and leather gloves. Her boots have extra armor on the kneecaps and the purple accents are meant to outline the black so it’s not all blurred together.

The winter alternative is simple. It’s cute and fluffy and doesn’t take away from the black-themed ensemble with the accept of white floof. All of which are geared towards comfort, and not to draw attention.

I like the style I used for the earlier doodle *(in the bottom corner), and kept it in so she could retain some form of her original trademark. Her overall outfit is based on ice dancers with a major favor for a while. There are blues but they're actually used to frame her body in both versions, though they play a major role in pointing out where her boots stop and leggings start. The black is simply used to accentuate the white, and the red is to draw attention to her hands and add extra decoration.overall the theme is CUTE. and also she has a little zwei charm on her belt. but it's also cute.

Fluff, red trim, and inspired from her original design; fluffy jacket and black skirt with red trim, the white fluff separates the arm and hand so they're not lost in the white and red. And you probably can't see, Ruby has a hair braid so her hair can stay short and look cool. Also since this is the start of a new arc, her cape is repositioned, and I added the same necklace that Qrow had, only as a ref to her original outfit. (idk i though it looked nice)

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #Blake Belladonna #yang xiao long #my art #volume 7

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justkending · 5 years

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Knock, Knock. Part 15.

Chapter Summary: Christmas lights date with Cole. Jensen may or may not be trying to find a distraction from you.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3654

A/N: Not my best chapter, but I needed to add this for it to have somethings make sense in the next chapter. Happy reading!!! Let me know what you think!

Part 15:

You were about 5 days into winter break, and had spent most of the time either with Cole doing fun Christmas activities, or with Jensen, Jared, and Gen helping plan the party that was coming up in a few days on the 23rd.

You were walking into the living room around 5:30ish and found Jensen laid out on the couch watching some game.

“No! Come on! What kind of call is that?” he yelled throwing his hands in the air.

“Bad refs?” you asked sitting down next to him, tucking your legs in close to you while you got comfortable.

He never broke his concentration from the TV as he waved a hand at the screen and answered you.

“Yeah. They’ve been calling the most stupid things.” He turned to you. “Where have you been all day? I feel like this is the first time I’ve seen you since coffee this morning.”

“Eh, little of this, little of that.”

He just looked to you waiting for you to elaborate.

“Online Christmas shopping, and some work so that I don’t have to worry about it the rest of the week.” You paused looking at the game ahead. “And I may or may not have gotten bored from said work, and passed out for 3 hours too.” You said with a tight smile.

He laughed as he went to turn the sound down.

“Nothing wrong with a 3-hour nap.” He said flipping through the channels.

After a couple of minutes, you looked over to him.

“Any plans for tonight?” you said shifting to a more comfortable position.

“Uh, no. None that I know of. What about you?” he asked.

Honestly, he was hoping you guys would spend some time together planning the party some more. The past couple of days, those moments had been the only times that he could hang out with you without Cole by your side. He really enjoyed moments like that, and took every chance he could to experience them.

“Um, yeah actually.” You answered. “Gen, Jared, Cole, and me are going to go look at the lights downtown.”

“Oh. Sounds fun.” He said never breaking concentration from the TV not wanting to think of you and Cole.

“I actually came down to ask if you wanted to join us. I think Gen is bringing the boys along too, and also a good girl friend of hers.” You said slightly nudging him with a sly smile.

He turned you and wrapped an arm around the back of the couch, slightly around you too.

“Are you and Gen trying to set me up?” he said with a slight tug at the corner of his lip. He was trying to act cool, but really he had his eye on only one girl.

“Maybe…” you dragged out shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to get out there.” He said turning back to the distraction ahead.

“Oh, come on! You haven’t left the house the past two day unless it was to meet up with Jared. You gotta get out of here and venture.” You said nudging him playfully again.

He laughed through his nose, and turned to you. You had these big bright Y/E/C eyes trained on him waiting for his answer.

“Since when have you been someone to say no to going out with a beautiful woman?” you asked with raised eyebrow.

“Really Y/N/N-“

“Nope. I will not take no for an answer. You said it yourself, you aren’t doing anything tonight, so now you’re going out with the group.” You said matter of fact like.

“You’re too stubborn for me to try and fight you aren’t ya?” Jensen said still looking at you.

“Yep. So just accept the fact that I win, and go get ready.” You said standing up and crossing your arms. “We are headed out at 6ish, and meeting everyone there.” You started walking back upstairs to get ready. “Wear something cute.” You shouted before disappearing completely from his view.

He let out a long sigh looking up where you had left.

“There’s only one beautiful woman that I want to go out with… and she already has a date.” He said sadly.

After a few seconds he willed himself to get up, and go get dressed for the night realizing that there wasn’t any fighting you at this point.

6 o’clock on the dot you made your way down to the living room to meet up with Jensen.

As you came down the stairs you saw him fidgeting with his cuffs on his sleeve, and having a hard time getting the result he wanted. He was wearing a grey button up, and dark jeans. Then a nice dark grey jacket for warmth, and brown boots. You chuckled under your breath as you walked up to him, causing his head to raise, and make eye contact with you.

“Need any help there?” you asked immediately going to help fold his sleeves right. “You clean up nicely.” You added smiling at your task.

“I can say the same thing to you, but we already knew that.” He said with a smirk never looking away from you.

You looked up giving him an innocent smile. You stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, until you snapped out of it realizing that you still had a hold on his wrist.

“There ya go.” You said quietly as you went to smoothed out your outfit, and looked down trying to ignore the tension that just became very evident in the room.

“You really do look nice.” He said still staring at you.

Your hair had subtle waves from sleeping on it and not styling it in a few days. You had on dark jeans, a blue button up with a big white sweater over it, your tan purse flung over your shoulder, and some cute tan ankle boots to finish it off.

You looked up and gave him a soft smile as you moved a piece of hair out of your face.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “We should probably head out. Cole said that he was headed that way, and so are Gen and Jared.”

He snapped out of his trance as soon as you said Cole’s name.

“Yeah, yeah. For sure! I’ll go get the car started.” Jensen said going to head to the garage.

“Ok, I’m going to grab a few water bottles and meet you out there.” You said following, and stopping in the kitchen.

You both had drove the 15 minutes downtown talking mostly about the party that was two days away.

You parked then started headed toward the meeting place with everyone else.

As soon as you were eyeshot of the spot, you saw Cole by himself, and ran toward him giving him a big hug.

“Hey cutie!” he said wrapping his arms around your waist and slightly picking you up off the ground.

“Hey handsome!” you said giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning around to face Jensen. Cole still having an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close.

“Hey Jens!” Cole said with a smile. “How are things going? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Jensen had watched the whole interaction and felt a sudden ping in his chest. There was no doubt that it was a feeling of jealousy. But he pushed it aside and mustered up a fake smile to mask his pain.

“Hey Cole.” He replied going to give him a firm handshake. “Yeah, it’s just been kinda busy. I had to go up to Vancouver for a couple of days to go over something’s before taking our break from the show.”

“Oh cool! I remember Y/N saying something about that. Well, I hope the acting business is going well.” He said with a genuine smile pulling you in closer and smiling down at you before looking back at Jensen.

“It is. Yeah.”

There was a small awkward silence before you decided to step up and break the tension.

“So, anyone know where Gen and Jared are? They’re usually always on time.” You said looking around.

“Look behind you.” You heard Gen’s voice say.

You turned breaking out of Cole’s embrace, and seeing Thomas running full speed at your legs.

Almost breaking your balance, he threw his arms around your legs squeezing you as tight as he could.

“Found them!” you shouted bending down to give Thomas a hug. “Hey nugget! Are you excited to see the lights?”

“Yeah! Shep and I want to see the giant Christmas Tree that’s in the middle!” he screamed.

“Well, I think we can arrange that!” you said pinching his cheeks and giving him a quick hug before standing up.

Jared had walked over to the men with Shep on his shoulders, and they were all talking in a group. You walked over to Gen helping her with the stroller that she had for the boys for later.

“So, where is the mystery girl for our Jensen?” you asked quietly so that the men didn’t hear you.

“She should be here any minute actually.” Gen said looking around like you were earlier.

“What’s she like?” you asked getting curious.

“She is so sweet! She works at one of the yoga places I tried a while ago. We’ve kept in touch since then because she had some really good advice and stuff on certain workouts. Really just a sweetheart all around.”

“Oh, cool cool. So why do you think she’s a good fit for Jensen?” you said realizing this sounded like you were interrogating this woman before you had met her.

“She’s really kind, and really pretty, and I think they would get along really well.” She said with a smile, but noticed you never making eye contact with her. “Do you not want me to set up Jensen, Y/N/N?”

“What? No! Are you kidding?” you said jumping up and looking Gen straight in the eyes. “Jensen deserves a good girl. As long as she treats him right then more power to her.” You said shrugging it off.

“Okkkk.” She said with a small knowing smile, but leaving it at that.

“You ladies ready to go?” Jared said putting Shep down and going to hold his hand.

“One minute. Maggie said she’s here, but just trying to find us.” Gen said looking at her phone and pressing call before putting her finger up as a way to say one minute.

“Maggie?” Jensen said.

“You remember. Gen was bringing one of her friends for you to meet.” Jared said shoving him with his shoulder.

“Right.” Jensen said looking over at you, seeing you go back over to Cole and wrapping your arms around him.

“You good dude?” Jared said picking up on Jensen’s thoughts.

“What?” he said shooting back over to Jared and shaking his head. “Of course. I just need to get back out there. You know try new things…”

“Yeah, now more than ever.” Jared said with a sly smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen said with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hey guys! This is my friend Maggie. Maggie this is everyone.” Gen interrupted pulling everyone’s attention over to the mystery woman.

You looked over seeing a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair. She had blue eyes, was tall, and had a niccceee body. She was a yoga instructor after all. She had a cute red sweater on with holy jeans and a cream colored beanie on.

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you all.” She said with a big bright smile, waving with one hand and the other holding her bag that hung off her shoulder.

“Maggie, this is Y/N and Cole.” Gen said waving over to you.

“Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you. Gen said that you help out with the kids all the time, and have been friends since forever.” She said going over and shaking your hand.

“Well, those boys are like my own family.” You said with a smile.

“They’re sweethearts.” She said before going over to Cole.

“Cole, good to see you again.” she said shaking his hand.

“Maggie, nice to see you too.” He said with a smile.

Everyone stood in shock confused at the conversation.

“Wait, you two know each other?” you asked looking up at Cole still in his arms, then back at Maggie.

“Uh, Yeah. We went to college together actually. Had the same group of friends.” He said never breaking eye contact from her.

“Wow, what a small world!” Gen laughed in the background.

You didn’t really know how to process this. By the way he was looking at Maggie, you had a feeling they may have been something more than just friends in college.

Jensen noticed you staring between the two, and picked up what you were catching on to as well. He decided to step in getting you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, Maggie. I’m Jensen I’m glad you can join us on the Christmas festivities.” Jensen said putting his hands out.

She finally broke contact with Cole, and turned toward Jensen.

“Oh hey! It’s nice to finally meet you. Gen and Jared talk about you all the time.” She said with a huge grin and small hand shake.

“All good things I hope.” He said with that devilish smile.

“All good things.” She answered with a girlish smile, and a small blush.

You almost rolled your eyes at the reaction, but caught yourself, and just purse your lips.

“So, what do you guys say we get started on seeing these lights?” Jared spoke up.

Everyone turned toward him and Gen who had the stroller all ready to go.

“Boys, you wanna ride in the stroller now, or walk around first?” she asked the boys.

“I wanna walk with Aunt Y/N!” Thomas yelled running to you and grabbing your hand.

“Me too!” Shep said going to grab your other hand.

“I guess we’re walking then.” You chuckled out.

Everyone laughed, and you all went on your way to parade through the Christmas lights all around.

You held hands with the boys and stayed ahead of the group the first fourth of the walk. Cole staying close to your side, but always had one of the boys between you too. Maggie and Jensen were walking side by side, and Jared and Gen to the side of them as well.

You were pointing and bending down to talk to the boys, and show them little details in the magic around you.

“Wow, she really is good with them isn’t she?” Maggie said.

“Yeah, she really is.” Jensen said staring at you with longing eyes. He quickly looked away toward the decorations when he noticed himself staring. Hopefully no one noticed.

“She’s always had a gift with kids, and people honestly. You can talk to her about anything, and she’ll just listen and give you the best advice. She really got me through some of my hardest times growing up.” Gen spoke up smiling your direction.

Jensen heard, and a small smile crept on his face. You were the whole package, and he didn’t get to experience it himself. The smile fell when he noticed that.

In that instant, you turned around to look back, and smile at your group of friends. You ended up making eye contact with Jensen last, and a smile appeared on both of your lips. His turned into pursed lips when Cole came and places a hand on your lower back and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled big at Cole, and once again the smile of Jensen’s face fell. He turned to talk to Maggie to get his mind off of you, and you turned back to look at him when you noticed how close they were together. Now, the smile that was on your face had fallen.

About half way through, the boys ran back to their parents and jumped in the stroller, already getting worn out from walking. Jared and Gen were now leading the group with Cole, Jensen, Maggie, and you in the caboose talking amongst yourselves.

“So Maggie, that’s such a cute name. Is it short for something?” you asked.

“Margret actually. I was named after my great-grandmother, but my family has called me Maggie for as long as I could remember.” She answered.

“It’s beautiful.” Jensen said staring at her.

She giggled and reached for his hand, and interlocked her fingers with his. Next thing you know you were staring at the touch. You only broke out of your trance when Jensen asked the next question.

“So how do you and Cole know each other from college?” he asked.

“Well actually, I dated his old roommate. Then after things broke off with him we still had the same friend group.” She said.

“Was that awkward hanging out with the ex after you guys broke it off?” you asked.

“Well, he ended up being quite the douche so I kicked him out, and he ended up leaving our little posy. We didn’t see much of him after all that.” Cole answered giving your hand a squeeze.

“I see. When’s the last time you guys saw each other?” you asked wanting some questions answered.

“Honestly, probably not since a year after we graduated college.” She said looking over to him for confirmation. “Our jobs just kinda happened and we never saw much of each other so we lost touch.”

“Well, you should get your friends back together and bring them to the Christmas party we’re having on the 23rd. It’s kinda just a big get together.” You said without thinking. You could tell there was a small bit of surprise on everyone’s face to you inviting this girl you just met an hour ago.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin a tradition.” You said looking at you.

“No, no! The more the merrier! It is Christmas after all. She should come shouldn’t she Jens?” you said turning to him.

“Um, yeah sure! It’s just a bunch of people from the SPN family, and some other close friends. Never hurts to have more.” He said with a smile looking at you then back at the woman on his arm.

“Ok, if you insist. I would love to come. It beats staying home and watching Hallmark movies.” She laughed.

“Ok, sounds perfect!” You smiled. You don’t know why you did it, but you had a feeling you needed to find out more about this girl before anything more with Jensen and her happened.

You all finished looking at the lights and by the end, Shep was passed out in the stroller, and Thomas was really struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I think it’s these twos bedtime.” Gen said rubbing a thumb over Shep’s face. “We will see you guys in a few days at the party. I’m still coming over around 1 to help decorate right Y/N/N?” she asked as Jared packed the boys up in the car.

“Yes, please. That would help a lot.” You said giving her a hug before she got in the car.

“Ok, see you guys then. Drive safe.” She said getting in the car.

Jared came and gave Jensen and you a hug, and shook Cole’s hand before giving Maggie a hug goodbye as well. You all waved at them as they left then turned to head to your cars.

“Hey, do you mind if I spend the night with you tonight Cole? I was thinking we can watch some movies and drink apple cider… among other things...” You said into Cole’s ear quietly, but Jensen still heard it and that pain in his chest returned.

“I would,” he grabbed you by the waist and bent down to kiss you. “absolutely love that.” He said smiling down at you before kissing you again.

You turned back to Jensen and Maggie.

“I’m going to stay at Cole’s tonight Jensen, if that’s ok.” You said with the smile he always melted over.

“Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission.” He chuckled with a forced fake smile.

“Maggie it was really nice meeting you. I’m excited to learn more about you at the Christmas party.” You said giving her a small hug before going back to Cole.

“Same to you.” She said. “Cole, I’m glad I got to see you again. It’s been too long.” She gave him a hug that may or may not have lasted a few seconds too long.

“We’ll have to catch up at the party.” He said back. He pulled out of the hug and turned to you. “We better head on out. I’m getting a little tired.” He said winking at you.

You giggled and gave his waist a squeeze.

“We will see you guys later. Both of you drive safe.” You said was you waved and walked to Cole’s car.

“You too Y/N/N. See you tomorrow!” Jensen said as you disappeared in Cole’s truck.

He watched you pull away, then turned to Maggie.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He asked her.

“Sure!” she said with a smirk, and interlocked her fingers with his.

He looked down, smiled, and started walking with her. The smile started to fade as he thought about you and Cole.

“Forget it Jensen… You got a beautiful girl on your arm, and she likes you. Forget Y/N. It’s never going to happen.” Jensen thought.

“Do you by chance want to drive to my house, and we could have a drink maybe?” he asked her.

“Are you asking me on a date Ackles?” she said all cocky.

“Depends, is that something you would be up for?”

“Absolutely.” She said in a sultry voice.

“Perfect.” He said returning the tone.

Part 16

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The night was cold; the air nipped at Niall’s and Mags's faces as they made their way to the bleachers. It had been a month since Niall met with Rachel and since then the father and daughter had been on two dates- just the two of them. It had made their relationship stronger and Maggie felt that she could talk to her father. Maggie slid her arm under Niall’s, whose hand was tucked into his gray peacoat pocket. She rested her head on father’s bicep- the same one that Rachel had touched.

He thought of her often, the way she smiled at Niall and the way he felt after she let him go, the hunger for more. He hadn’t felt that since Isabella, and it seems like a foreign concept for him to have have interest in someone else.

Should he be feeling like this? Is this an insult or an insult to Iz? After spending maybe fifteen minutes with the blonde woman, he felt the urge to see her again, to talk to her, but why? She has nothing like his wife. Iz was small, built up like a model- a perfect body structure for cheerleading. She was always on top of the pyramid because she was so small. That’s what Niall found cute about Iz was how small she was. She could squeeze by huddles of people and go unnoticed. But Rachel, she was anything but small. She is one who forced people to break up their huddles so she could get by. She was set apart from the crowd. Rachel’s hips in her yellow dress flooded Niall’s memory. God could he get lost in Rachel’s hips for days. He wanted to know how Rachel’s hips felt under his touch.

“Amy and Lizzy are here. Can I sit by them?” Mags asks as they approach the metal bleachers. The crowd was growing as the players were warming up- most of the crowd was parents and siblings of the soccer players. There were a few students, but most of them came to hang out with friends, like Amy and Lizzy.

“As long as you cheer on your brother,” Niall kisses Mags's hair before she runs over to her friends. Niall began to look for an empty seat, somewhere good so he can watch his son pass the ball, when he spots a familiar face in the crowd- someone he has been dreaming of for a month. She sat on the third bench from the front and she was cuddled up in a blanket scarf and coffee. Niall smiled to himself as he pulled his paddy cap closer to his brim and made his way over to the blonde woman. She was dressed in black skinny jeans with holes on her knees, a olive green sweater, a khaki jacket, and tan booties. The plaid scarf was wrapped around her shoulders, covering her from the night chill. Her hair was in loose waves, covering her cold ears. She was watching the students stretch before the game started and hadn’t noticed Niall approach her.

“Seat taken?” Niall asks as he hovers over the bench next to Rachel. She looks up and smiles warmly washing heat over Niall’s body. She’s even more beautiful than Niall remembers. Her teeth shine against the red lipstick that she’s wearing.

“Actually yes, but by you.” She taps the ice cold metal next to her with her hand, coaxing Niall to sit. Niall sits slowly, careful not to sit too close to her. Keep your distance, Niall thinks to himself as the silence between them passes. “So I’m guessing the one with Horan on the backside is yours?”

Mack was running a pass when Rachel pointed him out. His brown curly hair was windswept and it was then that Niall made a mental note to make Mack an appointment with the barber. Niall’s son had on one of Mags’s Under Armour’s headbands to keep his hair out of his eyes. Niall’s eyes darted to Mags to check on her. She was taking selfies with her friends on the front row. Rachel saw that Niall was watching Mags, and cleared her voice.

“How is Maggie doing?”

“Great, she won’t stop talking to me about teenage drama. Honestly she’s done my head in. She even picked out my outfit. Said I wasn’t fashion forward enough.” Rachel began to laugh, leaning over.

“Sounds like Maggie. Well, let me see!” Rachel turned towards Niall, waiting for him to unbutton his jacket. Niall faced Rachel and popped open his jacket dramatically. The black pullover was covered in gray lint and fuzz. His dark blue jeans began to feel cold against Niall’s skin. As if an instinct kicked in, Rachel began to brush away the fuzz with her hands. The small touch rocketed Niall’s heart like he had been struck by lightning. The couple looked into each other’s eyes before Rachel pulled her hand back, clinching it into a fist. She rolled her lips in and faced the field. Niall took a moment to process what had happened. Had they just shared a moment? Yes they did, and it was innocent enough, but she had touched him to wipe off the lint- something Iz would do time and time again. Niall turned to face the field when the whistle blew. A hand clasping against his shoulder startled Niall a little and when he looked back to see who it was, there was Eber, an elderly man who had recently lost his wife and retired from Monroe Falls’ bank almost fifteen years ago.

“Niall, hate to bother you, but could you come by my house sometime this week? My awning is leaning, and…”

“Sure thing. I’ll bring the coffee if you bring the sausage rolls,” Niall shook Mr. Eber’s hand before turning around. When doing so, he had caught Rachel watching him out of the corner of her eye, and he smiled proudly. “What?” he chuckled. The referee had made a call on Monroe Falls Eagles.due to foul play. Niall stood and began yelling at the ref to get his eyes checked out. When he sat, Rachel took in his profile. Niall’s Adam’s apple was prominent, his neck was covered his freckles, and crow feets were starting to form along his eyes. She most liked Niall’s salt and pepper hair and scruff. Niall watched Rachel from the corner of his eyes and smiled again, the laugh lines forming. “What is it? Got something on my face?”

“Does that happen a lot? People coming up to you?” Rachel asked, her elbows resting on her bare knees. She holds her red lipstick stained coffee cup in one hand while she tucks her hair behind her ears, exposing the pointy audibles to Niall.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind it. I like helping the town. Keeps me busy.” Niall looks at Rachel like she’s a whole new world waiting to be found. He took in her rosy red cheeks and her cold bitten red nose as she smiled. Under the lights, she shined like a lighthouse that Niall had been searching for after months at sea. He wanted her in his life.

“So what brings you to Monroe Falls where everyone knows everyone Miss Miles?” Niall asks as a huff of cold air clouds in front of him.

“It’s Rachel. Honestly, I needed a change of scenery. Growing up in Florida, if I wasn’t on the beach, I was stuck inside because of the rain.” Rachel giggles to herself before finishing. “Once I graduated FSU, I caught my boyfriend and my cousin in bed so I wanted to get away as far as possible. I put in my resume for anywhere up north and this was the first place that was interested.” Niall took in every word as if her words were water and Niall was a thirsty man. “Sorry that’s probably TMI.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I left here to go to UCLA, but I dropped out when I found out Iz was pregnant with the twins.I came back here to run the family business. Been helping the town ever since.”

“What exactly happened to Iz? I don’t mean to pry, but no one ever really talks about it. Like it’s forbidden.” Niall chuckled awkwardly. Talking about his wife to his kids is one thing, but opening up to a complete stranger? That’s tougher than he thought.

“She, um, got really sick right after the twins were born. The kids, they had complications and had to stay in the incubators for a couple months. That was really hard for her, but I should have seen the signs. She kept forgetting things, and she...she just changed. She would be in the middle of washing dishes and forget what she was doing. She was sweet and kind, but after the tumor took over, she became distant and mean. She constantly yelled at me for stuff I wasn’t even apart of. She accused me of cheating on her with her younger sister...funny thing is, she doesn’t have a younger sister. But every time the doctors went in and cleared the tumor, it came back worse and it just got harder for all of us. She wasn’t strong anymore and just wanted to spend time with the twins.” Niall’s voice began to tremble as he spoke, and to mask his hurt and tearing up, Niall began to shake his leg closest to Rachel.

It broke Rachel’s heart hearing the pain that was hiding behind Niall’s voice. She reached over and began to rub Niall’s knee with her hand to comfort her new friend. She wanted to do something for opening the can of worms so she scooted over and rested her head on Niall’s shoulder.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, I never really talked about what happened like that. Sorry for spilling like that.” Niall clears his throat and Rachel raises her head. Niall nods down the benches, his eyes on a group of teenage girls staring back at the two adults. Rachel sits up and scoots back her her original spot. They didn’t speak for the rest of the game.

When the Eagles won 1-0, everyone stood to leave. Niall was about to make his way to his sweaty son down on the field when Niall’s hand was grabbed by a hand of smooth skin.

“Can you take this for me?” Rachel asks, handing Niall her coffee cup. Her red lipstick stained the plastic cup. “Sure thing. Thanks for hanging out with an old fart.” Niall jokes; Rachel chuckled and she made her way out of the stadium. As Niall walks down the bleachers, he couldn’t help but think of the few moments Rachel and him shared. Maybe he was reading way too much into her kindness, but she gave him the same sweet smile and twinkle in her eyes over and over again. Can he really feel this way, after all this time?

Niall was about to throw away the empty coffee cup when he saw in written red pen was a number and the same smiley face he saw a month ago on the cardboard sleeve. He slid it off carefully and threw away the cup into the trash. He heard his children beginning to approach him and quickly tucked the sweet gesture of Rachel into his pocket.

“Good job, son! You killed it out there. Those calls were bullshit, but you did great!” Niall ruffled his son’s hair and slung both of his arms around the shoulders of his twins who stood on each side of him. “Who wants hot chocolate?”

Mags wrapped her arm around Niall’s waist and hugged him tightly. Niall kissed her hair as Mack began high-fiving members of the crowd. As they climbed the paved hill, Niall’s heart filled with love with his family. They were complete- almost.

Niall unlocked the silver Tahoe with the keyless remote when he spotted the green eyed woman climbing into her black Camry. Mags waved to her teacher as she passed by the car. Niall stopped walking and watched Rachel back out of her parking space. She gave him a gentle smile and a simple wave. He waved back and felt complete for the first time in fifteen years.

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