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puppy-steve · 2 months

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march fic rec

a monthly fic rec series to help me work through my tbr

this month i kind of shifted all of my attention on gathering all of my tbr fics and getting them more organized, so i kind of slacked on reading. but yall get a little treat, bc this one is mostly smut 👀

<- february -> april ▸ more fic recs ▸ my ao3

Ecstatic Rituals - E, series, WIP StarsHideYourFires

tags: ancient rome au, omegaverse, ritual sex, alpha eddie, omega steve, orgy, bitching, induced heat, breeding kink

A set of AUs with one thing in common: ritual sex.

just the tip - E, 4.4k, complete twelvexclara

tags: transmasc steve, established relationship, frotting, first time bottoming

The words spill from his mouth before he even realizes he’s saying them. “You can rub against it,” he blurts out. He sucks in a breath, arms tightening around Eddie as the man stiffens against him. “I mean—you can rub against me, not it,” Steve stutters nervously, averting eye contact. Staring at the dumb fucking movie that’s still playing. Steve Harrington has never let anyone fuck him. That all changes during a movie night with Eddie Munson.

Everything and More - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: domestic fluff, 90s steddie, backyard wedding, steddielovemonth

Eddie drags his hand up to Steve’s scalp, dully scratching the way he knows he likes. “Okay, I’ll indulge,” he mutters. “If we could have a wedding, what would you want it to look like?” The smile to his bare shoulder is enough to know that it was a good question.

love is stored in a can of hairspray - T, 3.1k, complete @steveseddie | mseg_21

tags: pining, first kiss, getting together

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about the money or how it might look to Steve that he knew what hair products he uses or that he drove to another town to get them. He was only thinking about Steve’s defeated look every time someone stared at his hair or commented on it, how he self-consciously tried to fix it at work every time a customer came in, how when they hung out at his house he would hide his hair under the hood of a sweater. But now, parked in front of Steve’s house an hour before their movie night, Eddie does think about what he did- and he seriously considers leaving the bag on Steve’s doorstep and fleeing. It’s too much. It’s too ‘I have a big crush on you and I want you to be happy so bad that I drove to another town and raided the Hair and Beauty section at a store just so you can stop walking around looking like a kicked puppy’. for the prompt “love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy”

sweet little thing - E, 6/6, complete @ghosttotheparty

tags: modern au, college au, frat steve, friends with benefits, gay steve, southern eddie, autistic steve, light angst

“Steve,” Eddie repeats softly. Steve’s eyes look into his, shining like he’s already there, like he’s already floating. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.” Steve’s eyes flutter, and he looks like he wants to let out a whine, glancing across Eddie’s face again like he’s forgotten where they are. “Fuck me,” he says weakly, and the words crawl under Eddie’s skin like they belong there. “Please. Will you please fuck me?” // or; Steve and Eddie start hooking up and it makes them both happier than it should.

Found God In A Tomato - M, 5.7k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: modern au, wrong number trope, falling in love

“You’re gonna think I’m insane," he says, instantly piquing Eddie's interest. “Try me.” Biting his lip, Steve reaches over and takes Eddie’s hand. He slips one of Eddie’s rings off, the plainest one, and holds it between two fingers. For a second, Eddie thinks Steve’s just gonna— put it on. Or hold his hand. Both options are appealing. But then, clearing his throat, his face changes from smug to earnest. “Eddie,” he says, a little louder than necessary. “Will you marry me?” Eddie’s jaw drops.

unexpected shelter (December 20, 1985, 4:52 p.m.) - T, 3.3k, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: eddie pov, character study, platonic stobin, missing scene

It’s the last day of school before Christmas, and the first thing Eddie hears when he enters Family Video is Steve Harrington saying, “Fuck this,” which seems kinda unreasonable; he’s not even done anything yet.

Lovesick - T, 3.1k, complete @lady-lostmind

tags: sick eddie, fluff, hurt/comfort

Eddie rolls over with a groan. He feels awful. He can’t breath out of his nose, there’s so much pressure in his head he feels like it might explode and his throat feels like he swallowed a cup of razors. He lets out a truly pathetic whimper, the sound catching in his throat as it turns into a cough. He stretches his arm out, feeling around for Steve and is met with cold, empty sheets. He whines again and finally pries his eyes open. “Stevie?”

(Just Hold me Baby) And I'm in Ecstasy - E, 2.7k, complete odderstuff

tags: dom bottom eddie, sub top steve, praise kink, breeding kink, mommy kink, friends with benefits

Eddie looks Steve up and down thoughtfully. He's flushed, cheeks turned a pretty shade of pinkish red. His eyes are a little glossy, sparklier than usual and a thin sheen of sweat is forming across his hairline. His breathing has changed, just a bit; a little shallower, a little quicker, a little hitched. He's none too subtly shifted, so that the blanket is fully covering his lap. It's a lightbulb moment for Eddie, and he grins wide when he realizes. "Oh my God. This is like a thing for you, isn't it?" _ Or: discovering one of Steve's kinks leads Eddie to some discoveries of his own.

a new kind of pretty - E, 3.5k, complete

streaksofviolet streaksofviolet

tags: established relationship, praise kink, pet names, steve in panties, top eddie, bottom steve

“They still had the tags on. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking sexy you’d look in them, baby.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Oh,” Steve practically gasps, the sound punched out of him involuntarily. “Oh.” And there’s that confusing arousal again. Or: Steve and Eddie try something new.

Is That A Tent In Your Pants, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? - E, 10.9k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: enemies to lovers, gay steve, forced proximity, resolved sexual tension, tent sex

Eddie eyeballs him. “You want me to get naked?” “You'll get pneumonia,” Steve says, leaning towards desperate. Fuck, Robin will actually kill him if Eddie dies out here. “I’m fine.” “This is not fine, Eddie,” Steve insists. “You’ll see my dick,” Eddie hisses. “I’m not gonna look at your stupid dick, man.” “My stupid dick? Why is it stupid?” (Or, Steve and Eddie are coerced into going camping together.)

Daisies - T, 2.8k, complete @withacapitalp | towardthesun

tags: hanahaki disease, established relationship, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort

He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. ====== When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I've Got a Tongue Like a Razor, a Sweet Switchblade Knife - E, 2.7k, complete BuwnyBeely

tags: cockwarming, dom eddie, sub steve, dry humping, babygirl steve

Steve Harrington likes long sessions, and likes to be /used/. He'll take anything he can get. or "No, no please. Don't stop Eds, need more. Need to be full."

Bloody Knuckles - M, 4.5k, complete sage_is_soup

tags: blood kink, dry humping, bratting, praise kink, spit kink, eddie gets into a fist fight (and wins)

A phone call from Dustin leaves Steve racing to Hawkins High. Eddie Munson is in a fist fight. He'd intended to be there as support, but when things get bloody? Steve finds his thoughts leading him astray.

Strip... Flash Cards? Yeah... - E, 4.8k, complete L0udmouth

tags: sexual tension, voice kink, dry humping, stripping, teasing, top eddie, bottom steve, virgin eddie munson

Eddie's bad at studying, Steve's a horny idiot, and horny studying antics ensue.

chronically sweet - E, 3.2k, complete babyknives

tags: drug use, voyeurism, belly bulge, chrissy cunningham is a size queen

Chrissy had thought she’d known what love was. Had grown up watching her parents exchange pleasantries across the dinner table, in the entryway when her father would leave for work. A chaste kiss on the cheek, a gentle hand at the small of her mother’s back. Quiet respect, dignity, poise. Love was something shown only in small glimpses, tiny moments. Never in public. Between a couple and the good Lord. Until she met the boys.

rocket queen - E, 5.8k, complete @strangersatellites

tags: guns n' roses au, exhibitionism, top eddie, bottom steve, rockstar eddie

Steve breaks up with his shitbag drummer not-boyfriend and fucks his frontman in the studio with the mics on.

Off the Court On the Stage - E, 7.2k, complete @stevesjockstrap

tags: basketball player steve, rockstar eddie, modern au, bottom steve, top eddie, pet names, praise kink

Basketball player Steve walks into the wrong room but it works out in the end.

Idiot - G, complete @stevebabey

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

His eyes glance across to Eddie’s van, parked beside his own car, outside the trailer home in Forest Hills. Then he looks back at the trailer. He can ask. He can just go inside and ask Eddie for the lift— and explain that the reason he can’t take his own perfectly fine car is because he’s so goddamn thick between the ears that he’s locked his keys inside, like some kind of moron. The voice in his head sounds suspiciously like his father.

Eternal zero - T, 3.6k, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: canon compliant, pre-relationship, s4 missing scene, survivor's guilt

“Woah, man, take it easy—” “M’fine,” Eddie mutters. He scoffs harshly, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s shaking. “This is kinda normal for me now.” His head’s still half bowed, hair falling across his face like he doesn’t want to be seen. It doesn’t stop Steve from noticing the evidence of tears on his face; he thinks they’re simply from the exertion of throwing up, but he can’t be sure. “Just—just give yourself a minute,” Steve says. “We’ve got time.”

#cj talks #fic rec #steddie fic rec #march fic rec #steddie #steve x eddie

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anastasiabowe · 6 months

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Today was a snow day, and all you could think about is to set the winter/Christmas mood with matching pjs and fuzzy reindeer socks with Mike and Abby.

You threw on layers of tops and bottoms to prepare you for the negative freezing weather. You quickly blasted the heat and drove to the nearest Walmart.

You grabbed an Adult male onesie, an adult female onesie, and a kid onesie. You picked out three pairs of fuzzy socks, grabbed candy canes and hot chocolate, and hopped back into your icy car and drove straight to Mikes house.

Since it was a snow day, well for anyone who was sane enough to stay home, you knew Mike and Abby would be at home, doing nothing productive or fun.

You quickly got out of your car, and shuffled through their unshoveled walkway. You knocked on the door repeatedly because the snow was starting to bite at your ankles.

Mike soon opened the door, and his face lit up when he saw you.

“Y/n?” He stepped aside to let you in.

“Hi! Sorry I came..unannounced, but I brought us some stuff so we can enjoy this snow day together!” You handed him the bag, and he looked inside of it.

“Eh- I don’t know..” Mike lifted up the onesie and frowned at it, not excited to wear such a childish thing.

You cocked an eyebrow, and he sighed. You win. You always do.

“Abby!” You called out to her. You didn’t hear her.

“Oh! She’s taking a nap, but it is time for her to wake up, so.” Mike pulled out everything in the bag now, and he later then out on the table.

You took off all of your sweaters and jacket. You also took off the few layers of pants you warm, that failed to protect your ankles, leaving you now in an orange sweater, and biker shorts.

You walked into Abby’s room quietly, and softly shook her awake.

“Hey, Abs.” You smile at her. She squinted and smiled a little back.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” She sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.

“I brought us hot chocolate and matching onesies! I thought we should spend this snow day together!”

Her face instantly beams as she quickly woke up from her comfortable slumber.

“Where are the onesies?” She excitedly ran out of the room. You quickly followed her, now seeing Mike in the reindeer onesie.

Abby fell into a fit of giggles, never seeing her brother in such a not only ridiculous, but colorful outfit.

“Go put it on.” He rolled his eyes, throwing her onesie at her. She ran to her room, giggling still.

“You too, you can change in my room.” He hands you your onesie, and you head into his room and changed. By the time you got out of his room, which wasn’t long, he had hot water boiling on the stove, and mugs out in the table filled with hot chocolate powder.

“Hey!” You turned the corner. He turned to you, smiling at the ridiculous matching onesie. You have a jolly twirl and he laughed when you shook your but making the small tail wiggle.

“Okay, so two reindeer down, where’s the third?” He smiled, walking past you and to Abby’s room. You followed close behind, and he slowly opened her door. She was hopping in circles in her body mirror, with her arms bent in front of her like a bunny. She had her hood up and was acting like a reindeer.

Mike bursted out laughing, making Abby laugh too. You smiled, happy to see them laughing. Mike told Abby to come join us, when he heard the kettle whistling.

You went to the living room and changed the channel until you found a Christmas classic, Home alone. Lucky for you all, the hot chocolate was ready to be enjoyed.

Abby soon joined you on the couch. She sat right next to you, leaving room for Mike when he joined us.

Mike walked in shortly after letting the mugs cool a bit before he handed us each a mug of hot chocolate, with a candy cane, and marshmallows. Mike sat down next to Abby, feet perched up on the coffee table.

Abby laid a bit on you, as the movie started to began. You smiled, taking a sip of your hot chocolate, happy to have people to spend days like these with.

Day 1 of KINKMAS, hope you liked it! REQUESTS ARE WELCOME!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut

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supertanya-mohair-sweaters · 1 month

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 3 months

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love is stored in a can of hairspray

by mseg_21

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve has a bad hair week and Eddie comes to the rescue, Fluff, Soft Boys, First Kiss, Getting Together Words: 3,189 Chapters: 1/1

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#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #1-5k #getting together

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crowtrobotx · 10 months

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o fearless girl-dad-Karl-agenda leader, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could we have Papaberg and Lottie having a tea party?

bisenberg agenda and the girl dad agenda.... i have so much responsibility i don't know if i can handle this!! regardless, nonnie, i was feeling inspired by this adorable scenario and decided to write a little ficlet for you. c: I hope you enjoy!! Long live Heisendad. Tea Party Words: 1201 Characters: Karl Heisenberg, Original character (daughter) Wife also makes a brief appearance just to troll him bc I couldn't resist Warnings: None, unless you aren't cool with swearing Note: This is an escaped/mechanic AU because I felt like it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knees up to his chest and forced to wear a moth-eaten bow tie he’d found at the bottom of the closet, Karl Heisenberg had never felt more ridiculous in his life.

It had been a normal Sunday, one he’d planned on spending working on that puzzling noise coming from under the hood of his truck. But when Lottie had marched into the garage and loudly demanded that he attend her prestigious tea party, complete with lip wobble when he’d almost declined, he knew he was doomed. And so here he sat, a person who had once thought of himself as the very definition of rugged manliness, in a cluttered bedroom at the mercy of a six year old girl. Karl was afraid to breathe lest the child-sized chair fighting for its life beneath him finally gave way.

His daughter sat across from him, carefully rearranging a hodgepodge collection of mugs and cups she’d stolen from the kitchen. There was a depressing plate of crackers with no toppings or sides sitting sadly in the middle. They didn’t own a fancy pot or teacups, so the whole production looked less like an esteemed gathering and more like the kind of set a community theater with a $3.00 budget might put together. The other two guests - Lottie’s ever present teddy bear, yet again missing an eye and covered in faded marker doodles, and what was once a doll given to her by Alcina that now lacked a head and whose arms had been replaced by pipe cleaners - stared back at him in silent horror.

Karl tugged at his collar awkwardly. “So, uh, what’re we supposed to be doing? This might blow your little mind, but your old man hasn’t exactly been to one of these before…”

Lottie opened her mouth to speak and then paused abruptly. “I don’t know,” she said at last. “But I think we’re s’posed to talk about stuff. Y’know, gossip.”

“Gossip?” Karl chuckled. “What kinda gossip you got in first grade?”

“Sarah from art class said that Veronica’s mom chased her dad with a golf club because he kissed our gym teacher,” Lottie said without even a hint of concern.

“W-” Karl nearly choked. “W-what? Are you fuckin’- I mean, Lottie, honey. Don’t think we should uh, talk about that.”

She shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”

“It is. It’s real fuckin’ funny.” He was absolutely going to have to snoop out if there was any truth to this information - he always hated Veronica’s dad. White collar prick. He steeled himself, willing his mind to stay in dad-mode and not shift into catty-bitch-Karl. “But we shouldn’t say stuff we’re not sure about, okay? We should wait until we’re certain before trashing folks to hell and back. It’s only fair.”

Lottie gave no indication she’d been listening. He noticed she hadn’t deemed it necessary to put on a nice outfit herself despite insisting he don his “fancy clothes.” She wore her usual old knit sweater beneath her overalls, permanently stained from endless romps through the muddy woods out back or whatever projects she helped him out with. He felt rather overdressed, to tell the truth. She rummaged around on the floor, muttering incoherently to herself, until she produced a pitcher that wobbled precariously in her grasp. It was overfilled and practically as big as she was. Karl made to reach for it, freezing in place when he heard his chair creak ominously. “Tea, Papa?” Lottie said sweetly.

He nodded, not cognizant of what came out of the jug, so focused he was on not unintentionally destroying any more furniture. He still wasn’t forgiven for the incident with the porch swing, he was pretty sure. Karl slowly lifted the “#1 Dad” mug to his lips, and swallowed with a surprised flinch. He coughed awkwardly.

“Is this…. Mountain Dew,” he didn’t even need to ask. There was no other substance on earth with that unnatural neon green color. “I thought this was a tea party?”

Lottie huffed. “The tea is too high for me to reach! You people act like everyone around here is a giant. I can barely see out the window to scare the mailman when he shows up….”

“You could’ve asked for help, Butterfly.”

“No,” she said defiantly, pouring herself a cup and splashing liquid across the plastic table. “I don’t need your cherry.”

Karl blinked. “You mean… charity—“

“WHATEVER!” Lottie threw up her hands in exasperation. “Ugh! This whole idea was a mistake! I don’t even know why I thought this would be fun. This sucks. Even Carlos said so.” The teddy bear gazed forward, dead-eyed. “Hon,” Karl started, leaning forward again only to stop with a FUCK when his shins banged into the table. “Jesus…. Fuck that hurt. Okay, what I was going to ask was why you wanted to do this in the first place? This ain’t exactly your style if you know what I mean.” Lottie sank down in her seat until all that was visible were two little messy buns peeking over the table. “I dunno. I saw it on TV. I think it’s supposed to be something little girls like to do but man, this is stupid.” Karl frowned. “You don’t have to do something just because you ‘supposed’ to. You know that. I do stuff I’m not supposed to all the time and look how I turned out!” Kris’s choked laughter from down the hall - of course she’d been listening - had him ready to shout something snarky back, never one to give up a verbal spar without a fight. But Lottie spoke again before he had the opportunity. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out,” she admitted with a twinge of embarrassment. “You’ve been so busy lately.” Guilt gnawed at Karl’s insides. He had been working longer than normal this week - business was good, but by necessity it meant he was away from home more often. Every time he felt like he’d gotten the hang of this Dad thing, it turned out he’d managed to mess it up again. Not on the level of his own abysmal upbringing, of course, but it was a nagging fear all the same. One that still kept him up some nights. In spite of his messy exterior, he was a proud man - and he was not going to let the title on his mug fall to some other asshole. “I’m… f-flattered you wanna spend time with me,” he said, searching for the right words and finding none. Lord, he was bad at this. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s do something you’ll actually like. You wanna go burn some of those leaves your mom made me take earlier instead? And we can bust into my good candy stash she doesn’t know about–” “Keep telling yourself that, babe,” Kris called again. “...instead of eating bland ass crackers.” Karl made a mental note that he would need to change his hiding place yet again.

“Fuck yes,” Lottie bounded to her feet. “Oh, Papa, can we also torch that awful dress Aunt Alcina sent? Please please please–” “With pleasure, Butterfly.” Karl enjoyed a hearty laugh for a few seconds before the chair finally decided that it had had enough.

#asks #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #heisendad #ficlet #karl heisenberg x oc

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Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts 🌧

23. "I don't want to go out. It's raining." enjoy more of my Grad School AU

Despite growing up in a city known for its rain, not every downpour feels the same.

It's different in Montreal, where the air feel colder and the clouds feel greyer. Under most circumstances, the droplets on her coat or the mist in her face would feel familiar, but looking upwards to not see the sight of coniferous trees, or glancing north to not catch sight of a rocky mountain range, makes the experience seem uncanny.

As Mikasa exits the metro station she neglects to pull up her hood, a habit from her youth. She ignores the dampness in her hair as she traverses the rainy sidewalk, weaving between various people and their umbrellas. She arrives at her apartment building and is quick to slip inside.

After a short staircase climb she arrives at her unit. As to be expected, she opens the door to greet both her significant other and the abundance of plants they have adorned their space with. To the surprise of no one, Mikasa affectionately refers to the apartment as "the Jungle."

Jean is sitting at the island near the kitchen, nursing both a cup of tea as he tends to an open sketchbook. It's one of his larger ones, a mixed media beast that he's filled with both ink, charcoal, and the occasional layer of acrylic paint. The pages are warped as a result. Today he's being a super productive grad student as he doodles with a fountain pen.

Mikasa closes the door and sheds her raincoat, then her boots, then organizes them all in the nearby closet.

"Hey, how was the conference?" Jean asks, not looking up from his sketchbook.

Mikasa lets out a sigh as she undoes her ponytail. A part of her is really regretting the choice to grow it long.

"Boring," she tells him as she heads to the bedroom. "What's for dinner?"

She barely closes the door before shedding her clothes. Her current outfit is slightly more formal than usual, as spending a day mingling with McGill alum requires different threads than spending a day in a lab. Nonetheless, once it's tossed into the bottom of her hamper Mikasa grabs something more comfortable.

"Was thinking of ordering in," Jean's says through the walls. "When was the last time we went to uh... that one shrimp taco place?"

Mikasa is pulling on her "staying-in" sweater by the time she leaves the bedroom. Her first reaction is to raise an eyebrow at the artsy guy at the counter.

"The one around the block?" she asks. She goes to the teapot near the stove, tentatively feels it to gauge the temperature, then begins pouring a mug for herself. "Why don't we just head over then?"

Jean lets out a sigh as he looks up from his sketchbook. "Yeah, but I don't wanna go out. It's raining."

Mikasa hums, smiling very lightly as she picks up her tea. By the scent of it she guesses that it's chamomile, but all she really cares about is the heat now seeping into her frigid fingers.

"You know, I'm from Vancouver," she tells him, a small smirk creeping to her lips. "We don't have rain, we are rain."

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The Strawberry Blonde (1941)

During the height of the Old Hollywood Studio System – when studios themselves contracted directors, actors, writers, and other craftspersons – Warner Bros. found its niche as the “dark” studio. Warners might not have invented the gangster picture, but they codified its archetypes and tropes, becoming synonymous with the subgenre. In the early 1940s, director Raoul Walsh (a film noir pioneer; 1940’s They Drive by Night and 1941’s High Sierra) was nearing the peak of his career and actor James Cagney (1938’s Angels with Dirty Faces, 1949’s White Heat) was perhaps Warners’ most bankable star. Walsh was known for his proto-noir works and crime dramas; Cagney arguably the era’s definitive gangster actor. By 1941, both needed something different to work with.

Adapted by brothers Julius J. and Philip G. Epstein from James Hagan’s pastoral stage play One Sunday Afternoon, The Strawberry Blonde was exactly what both men sought. The Strawberry Blonde – often billed as a romantic comedy because it is a much lighter adaptation than 1933’s One Sunday Afternoon (starring Gary Cooper and Fay Wray) – is a celebration of simple, unadorned love. Though not a gag-a-minute comedy, Walsh’s uncharacteristic film shines through the performances from Cagney and especially Olivia de Havilland (three years removed from The Adventures of Robin Hood and two from Gone with the Wind). It is a joyous and nostalgic production; perhaps it should be no wonder it was a career favorite film for Walsh and a highlight for Cagney.

The Strawberry Blonde occupies two time periods. The film is set in New York City sometime in the late nineteen aughts or early 1910s, but primarily told through flashback during the late 1890s. In the flashback, Biff Grimes (James Cagney) aspires to become a dentist and yearns for a strawberry blonde socialite named Virginia Brush (Rita Hayworth; whose singing voice is, in a fleeting scene, not dubbed for the only time in her career). Along with his buddy and soon-to-be business partner, Hugo Barnstead (Jack Carson), they go on a messy double date with Virginia and her friend, the nurse and suffragist-leaning Amy Lind (Olivia de Havilland). Upon first impressions, Biff considers Amy to be the less attractive, amusing, and sociable girl. When fate – or, more precisely, Hugo’s duplicity – intervenes, Biff and Amy find love together and marry. While Biff begins studying for a dentistry diploma by mail correspondence, the two navigate financial and personal travails. Despite the marriage, Biff harbors a stewing resentment towards Hugo and a lingering covetousness towards Virginia apparent in the film’s bookends.

Among the bit players are Alan Hale as Biff’s father; George Tobias as Biff’s and Amy’s Greek immigrant friend, Nicholas Pappalas; Una O’Connor as Mrs. Mulcahey; and George Reeves (a future television Superman) as a belligerent, loudmouth, mustachioed college man who – due to his sweater – I choose to believe is from Yale. The four actors listed here, all Warner Bros. contractees at the time, each have their memorable moments.

The Strawberry Blonde serves as a memorialization to the time of Walsh and Cagney’s upbringing, similar to Vincente Minnelli’s Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) and, if one wants to draw a modern throughline, the Duffer Brothers’ Stranger Things. In many ways, the film also feels like a musical. There are numerous diegetic performances of songs – whether by our central cast or a band – popular during the turn of the century. “The Band Played On” (from which the film derives its title; “Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde / and the band played on”), “Bill Bailey”, “The Fountain in the Park”, “Meet Me in St. Louis”, “Wait ‘Till the Sun Shines, Nellie”, and much more fill the soundtrack. Composer Heinz Roemheld’s (1942’s Yankee Doodle Dandy, 1947’s The Lady from Shanghai) work adapts many of these songs into a boisterous, energetic score. Roemheld knows when to dial his orchestra back during the film’s most intimate scenes, but this wall-to-wall score evokes the period. Ostensibly, according to the screenplay, it was a time of romantic walks and live music performances in almost all social settings. In a sense, these decisions make The Strawberry Blonde into a sort of half-musical.

With his most recent movie being the film noir High Sierra (1941) with Ida Lupino and Humphrey Bogart, the transition from a largely outdoors-set crime drama to interior-heavy romantic comedy nevertheless suited Walsh. Walsh receives immeasurable help from one of the best cinematographers ever in James Wong Howe (1941’s Abe Lincoln in Illinois, 1963’s Hud). Howe’s signature high-contrast, low key lighting – generally associated with film noir – is not present much in The Strawberry Blonde. But what Walsh and Howe accomplish is making a bygone decade contemporary again. Outside the film’s romantic scenes including Cagney and de Havilland or Cagney and Hayworth, the film’s frames overflow with activity. With masterful use of blocking and mise en scène in these moments, Walsh and Howe’s frames are always dynamic, moving – but not swooping – alongside masses of extras and supporting characters rather than staying put, as if taking still photography. A static camera during Biff’s dates out on town would immediately render The Strawberry Blonde as a dusty artifact, a creaky throwback. Stationary cinematography has its uses when there are plenty of actors on-screen, but such a decision would make this remake too much like its 1930s original. Instead, in conjunction with Orry-Kelly’s (1951’s An American in Paris, 1959’s Some Like It Hot) outstanding costume design, the past leaps out of the history books and memories to be present again.

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The notable instances in which Walsh and Howe keep their camera as rigid as possible are when Biff finds himself at the park bench where he and Amy first met. The set for the park also happens to be art director Robert M. Haas’ (1941’s The Maltese Falcon, 1949’s The Inspector General) plainest craftsmanship in the entire film. These scenes are the most obviously soundstage-bound moments – the too-perfect grass, the flatness, and lack of discernible lighting – despite the extras strolling in the deep background. The Strawberry Blonde’s park scenes mark the beginning and the renewal of Biff and Amy’s relationship, rendering them arguably the romantic highlights of the film. The contrast from these scenes to places such as the beer garden, the Central Park Zoo, or the Statue of Liberty make them the least “present” of the film. Some viewers less experienced in Old Hollywood (or those who, wrongfully, dismiss the style altogether) might complain about the obvious artifice in those park bench scenes with Biff and Amy, but my goodness does the aesthetic contrast make one take notice. Not only that, but the Epstein brothers’ dialogue for Cagney and de Havilland here is gently funny, and filled with warmth.

James Cagney, with his vaudeville background, was known for his physically exaggerated performances that nevertheless maintained a raw emotional core. That works to his benefit throughout The Strawberry Blonde, in which the character of Biff often sounds calm and measured, but his words bely fearfulness and bitterness. Despite the tough-guy gangster persona he often played in Warners’ gangster pictures, there are shades of Cagney’s later performance as George M. Cohan in Yankee Doodle Dandy here. Look at the grace in his dancing at the beer garden, a seemingly spontaneous cartwheel upon learning wonderful news, and how he putters about restlessly when conversing with Amy for the first time while expecting Virginia to show up. But also notice his weariness during the film’s bookends, how he accepts – but does not despair about – his station in life.

Olivia de Havilland is Cagney’s equal in this film, and a great foil to Rita Hayworth (whose character of Virginia is depicted as more conventionally attractive, but possesses a casual cruelty and vanity that gradually reveals itself). A middle-class nurse is an unusual role for an actress known at the time for mostly playing rich women and/or Errol Flynn’s love interest in swashbucklers or Westerns. As Amy, de Havilland curiously receives two “introductory” scenes in the film – both radically different from the other in storytelling function, reflecting the rarity of a second first impression and Biff’s tendency to see only surface details. Seemingly reserved but playful when she wishes to be, de Havilland’s Amy is an absolute delight of a character from the moment she appears. One crucial moment late in the film – in which Biff is dancing around an implied truth so that he can soften the blow for Amy – is heartbreaking acting from both. De Havilland’s movement and her glance outside the window in that scene epitomizes the agony in that moment. Knowing both actors’ resumes, I initially came into The Strawberry Blonde thinking that, on paper, Cagney and de Havilland would be a romantic mismatch. What a happy surprise it is to be completely wrong.

Unlike contemporary films that might take a nostalgic trip to a decade like the 1970s, ‘80s, or ‘90s, The Strawberry Blonde feels, at times, truly transporting. The incredible attention to visual details and especially the diegetic music (too often those newer nostalgia-driven movies resort to pin drops of non-diegetic music) help immensely. Though the film suggests an immigrant experience that would have been appropriate for turn-of-the-century New York, The Strawberry Blonde declines to say more about it – most likely a result of the original source material (“pickaninny”, a derogatory term that refers to black or dark-skinned children, is casually used in a song’s lyric).

At the center of this rich period detail lies an honest love between two people flowing through life’s currents. Sometimes their love is troubled with melodramatics, but they find ways to comfort and help the other with humor and goodness. Sure, it can be sentimental stuff. But it endures an upsettingly difficult test. The Strawberry Blonde has no designs to being other than a sincere love story and a fond lookback of another time. As such, it triumphs – with just one more chorus of “The Band Played On”, if you please.

My rating: 7.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL). Half-points are always rounded down.

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

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Part 10 - His Girl

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: The story will jump from 2001 until present day. This chapter jump between 2018 and 2021.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, smut, sex work, slut shaming, sexual themes and kinks.

Bill's hair was pushed forward by the hood of his gray hoodie so greasy strands of hair hung down his forehead. Cassie couldn't see much of his hotel room, just the green wall and the blue headboard. She sat on the floor in their new, but quite empty living room framing a picture of them as awkward teens. Bill did a peace sign with pouty lips while she had her arms around him, kissing his porcelain cheek. She had the computer next to her so he could watch her work. He mostly looked at her naked legs and how his sweater exposed her shoulder and collarbone.

He could see a bit of their apartment in the background. Bill had almost forgotten how it looked because just a few days after they had moved in he had traveled to Croatia to film. He did remember it having three bedrooms and was fresh but with a vintage style. They had wood burning heaters in classic Scandinavian white tiles in almost all of the rooms and chrome handles and other interesting details.

"So have you talked with your mom again,” Bill asked and looked at Cassie's toes. She wiggled them while she worked and it made him smile.

"No," Cassie said shortly and continued with her work. Bill was quiet, the subject of her mom was always tricky and he didn't want to say something stupid. Cassie had already spoken with her mom about the two of them being a couple and her mother had just laughed and more or less called her a golddigger. Bill knew her mother had always poked a bit of fun at her daughter being friends with an actor who also had money. It fit her view of her daughter; that she was thinking a little bit too highly of herself. Still Cassie had kept in contact with her mother all the time even if she gave little support and made fun of her way of living.

"But I talked with my aunt," said Cassie finally and turned over the frame in front her. When she realized the picture was crooked she turned it over again.

"Oh, you did?" Asked Bill and sat up in the bed.

"Yeah. They thought it was fun. But she has always been skeptical of you," Cassie joked and looked at Bill's little face on the computer.

"I felt how she looked at me. Like I would do terrible things with you."

"She was right, you do terrible things with me."

Bill smiled big and dragged the hood back and forth over his head. His hair itched because of all the products the hair stylist had put in it.

"Mom said the same thing to her when she got together with Patrik. She said she just wanted money and expensive clothes. I guess it's her way of being worried, or something."

Bill sighed and looked at his girlfriend closely. Her hair was up in a clip and her face was fresh from makeup.

"Do you feel lonely? Without me? I mean I just moved you to another continent and then I went away to work."

Cassie looked up at him from her craft and saw his worried face. She was happy that he cared but he worried about such things he felt were hard, not thinking about what she felt about it.

"It has just been a week, Bill. And I'm used to being alone. I'm most often alone. I'm probably more Swedish than you when it comes to that," she joked. Bill smiled a little but still looked worried.

"I know, I know… But you don't have so many friends in Stockholm."

She hadn't had many friends in New York either, just her clients which she called dates to Bill.

"I'm okay, baby. Don't worry. Hopefully I’ll get a job soon and can do something with myself."

He licked his lips and thought of how he should formulate his next sentence.

"Or we could… I mean… You maybe don't need to worry about that if we tried to make a baby…" He tried to look calm but she knew him too well to not see his nerves.

"Bill…" she sighed and leaned her head back.

"What? We’re 31 this year, you are 31 already."

"It's not about age Bill. Who cares how old we are? We have been together six months and I don't even know if I want kids. I don't even know if I like kids."

"When will you know that then?" He said it a bit annoyed, like he had waited for her for a long time.

"I don't know but come on, your sperm will be fine anyway. Stop stressing."

Bill was quiet and played with the drawstrings of his hoodie. He didn't want to stress but he felt it was idiotic that she would stress about work when they could solve it so easily.

"And if I do have kids I want to be married first," Cassie said and looked at the finished framed picture. Bill looked up at the screen and furrowed his brows.

"Married? Why?"

"Because if you want to mess up my body I want to be totally sure you can't get rid of it so easily!" She said matter of factly. Bill laughed and shook his head.

"Sure, if that's what you want, my love."

She nodded and made a thinking face.

"And you must be home for six months like other Swedish daddies are."

Bill sighed with a smile and pulled down the hood.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You will not be one of those easy girls that will just be happy with a baby."

"I am happy with one baby, you. My 6 '4 baby that likes belly rubs and sucking my tits."

Bill bit his lip and moved the computer so it stood next to him in bed.

"I think I need a titi right now. You do know you have messed me up? I am horny all the time."

Cassie put away the picture and sat down in front of the computer fully.

"Aww my little baby, all alone and horny… But isn't that because of the character? You haven't done any method acting so you can become just as horny as him?"

Bill laughed and took a hold of his hoodie in the back and dragged it off together with his white t-shirt.

"No, I'm not horny over the girls here, at all, I promise you that. I just want you."

Cassie smiled a little and took off the sweater so that she was just in a pair of black panties.

"And now you want me to be your cam girl again?"

"Yes but no… Like yes now I want you to be that but I also want you to take the next flight here."

Cassie smiled like it was a joke and took her hair down from the clip.

"I'm serious. Sexy lady, come here. Let me fuck you in Croatia."

2018

Once again she had gone away with Bill on a short notice, no wonder she couldn’t evolve in her career. Many probably thought she just took her chance to get vacations and luxury and of course it was nice but first and foremost she did it because Bill was the most important person in her life. He had taken her to Cancun and she knew it was for a reason. She quickly noticed when they met at the hotel that he had once again got stuck in his head. Thinking about something over and over so much he was distracted and forgot the most basic things, like taking the key cards to the room, taking his luggage with him and letting Cassie walk into the elevator.

"I'm sorry I just… Have a lot to think about."

Cassie just nodded a little and let him lay down on the bed while she hung up all her sundresses.

"Should I hang up any of your clothes?" She said carefully and laid a soft hand on his chest.

"You can hang up the shirts, thanks," he said tiredly and hugged her hand in his. When she was done she redressed from her jeans to one of the thin dresses. Bill watched her back. She was just in panties. He didn't see her breasts but he knew her naked front was there. He sighed a little.

"Can you just lay on top of me for a while?" He said with a low voice and put his hand out to her. She smiled sympathetically and straddled him before laying down on his chest. He caressed her back while breathing steadily. He breathed in Cassie's perfume and she let him play with the thin strap of her dress, dragging them down over her arms as low as he could. Cassie almost wondered if her breasts would spill from the neckline but it got stuck between the two of them.

"What is it Billy? She said and took one of his hands in hers.

"Can we wait to talk about it for a while?"

Cassie just nodded while Bill continued to play with the straps.

They had been there for two days when Bill finally told her. He had calmed down, been himself and enjoyed Cancun. They sat together in a little restaurant that was so homey it looked like someone lived there and maybe even someone did. After three glasses of wine, Bill took a deep breath.

"I slept with my ex," he said and played with his glass. He didn't look at Cassie, she could feel how his anxiety started again.

Cassie chewed the food in her mouth and waited on him to continue. Her heart beated heavily in her chest.

"And she thinks we will be together again."

Cassie made an uncomfortable sound and smiled strained.

"Oh."

Bill looked at her but then looked down, wiping away some invisible dust on the table.

"Is that what you want,” Cassie asked, trying to sound neutral.

"No. No…" he sighed and dragged his hands over his face. "I feel like we didn't really match and… I can find someone better."

Cassie nodded and smiled a little.

"Totally. Totally!"

Bill nodded but then sighed.

"She messaged me. A lot." He played with a button on his patterned shirt.

"You must tell her."

Bill sat quietly so Cassie did the same. Drinking her wine and looking around in the restaurant. Bill looked up at her. She had recently cut her hair and the shorter length looked really good on her. It made her neck and collar bones more prominent. Her make up was natural and her lips were a bit wine stained. She just got more beautiful every year and Bill shook his head to stop his thoughts.

"What?" Cassie asked when she saw him shake his head. Bill licked his lips and gave her chest a fast look. He could see a hint of her nipples under the thin white cotton.

"No, no. I just don't know how to tell her. Can't I just… wait it out?"

"You mean just stop answering? Bill, you're not that kind of asshole." He took a big gulp of his wine and lifted the bottle. It was empty so in his old clumsy school Spanish, some English and some sort of sign language he ordered a new one.

"So how should I do it then? Get together with her and then let her break up with me?" Cassie rolled her eyes. She knew Bill didn't like conflicts with girls but his comment was just too silly.

"She will never break up with you. But either way is the stupidest thing I've heard. Are you afraid of her or something? Just tell her."

"Of course I am afraid! I'm afraid of all girls, especially you. All of you are a bit crazy." He said with humor but Cassie knew it was true.

"You're such a dude, Bill! I thought you were better!" She continued his humoristic way of talking but she also told the truth. Bill smirked and when the new bottle of wine came to the table he poured two big glasses. He took a look at Cassie's nipples again and thought about her comments about him being such a dude. If she knew that he thought the filthiest things about her she would really understand how much of a dude he was.

"Call her up tomorrow and tell her. Don't drag it out. Tell her you don't want to be with her."

He slid down in his chair and looked at Cassie with a pensive look.

Because I want you.

He wiped away that intrusive thought and sat up again. He tried to think about what he would say to his ex the next day, the anxiety he had felt for it all but instead he couldn't stop thinking about kissing Cassie's wine stained lips and dragging the straps of her dress down, all the way this time.

He called his ex the next morning while watching Cassie sleep next to him, with her smooth leg over his hips. When he hung up he crawled closer to her, enjoying her soft curves against him. His ex had gotten sad, even angry but he forgot about that quickly because of Cassie's closeness.

She was straddling his lap in the armchair and kissing his plump lips while playing with the fake sideburns. She rubbed herself against him and he felt himself getting harder and harder every second. They were on set of the series he was filming in Croatia, Cassie had been there a week now but he was still as horny as ever and took every chance to be close to her. She was so sexy and knew just what to do to make him wild but he wasn't used to having a girlfriend that made other guys wild too. Cassie was a beautiful girl but it was her sexiness and flirty way that got them going. Bill didn't blame her because she couldn't even eat a cup of noodles without some of the set workers watching her hollow cheeks slurping the long noodles. Bill had seen her too and wondered how he had been able to be just friends with her for such a long time.

Her hands moved up under the black turtle neck he was wearing while his hand went down in the back of her jeans. As a teen in the beginning of 2000s he had a fascination for thongs and liked when they were visible over the hem of her pants. He played with the thin strap and twisted it around his finger and smirked when Cassie made a sound because the panties had been pulled up in her pussy. She rubbed herself even harder against Bill's crotch and he thought about pulling his cock out but just then the door of his trailer flew open and the director peaked in.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Don't let me interrupt," he said but still went in and sat down in front of them. Bill released Cassie's panties and sighed loudly but she continued to rub herself against his erection with a teasing smirk even if the director watched them.

"Okay, okay… Enough with that," said Bill and moved her so she sat on one of his thighs, covering his erection. The director smiled.

"You look good together," He didn't sound gross, just like he really thought they were a beautiful couple. Bill laughed a little embarrassed, even more when Cassie just sat pretty in his lap, looking at the director like what they were doing before hadn't happened. He looked at her profile and almost got a little bit provoked that she didn't seem to be as embarrassed as he was.

"There was some national newspaper here a few days ago and took some pictures," said the director. He acted like it wasn't such a big deal.

"Okay?" Bill said, just as indifferent but confused why they even discussed it.

"I don't know if you care but they took a picture of you two… cozying up."

Bill and Cassie looked at each other fast but then at the director again. Cassie could feel her heart starting to beat harder and harder in her chest.

"Can we see it?" She asked. Bill leaned back in the chair and looked at her. He didn't care really, it would happen sooner or later and the only ones that would see those photos were his really engaged fans, others wouldn't be interested.

The director took up his phone and gave it to Cassie who scrolled through the images. Mostly it was just pictures of Bill and Adam in their white short shorts but then there were finally two pictures at the end of the article that stood out. If she knew Croatian she would have understood that the last paragraph was about Bill and his mystery woman. She stood next to Bill in the first pictures, speaking with Adam. She held Bill's hand and looked at his bearded face. In the next picture Adam had moved away and she leaned up to kiss Bill. His hand laid on her cheek while her hand was under the striped shirt he was wearing. She looked at the picture. Her short skirt and high heels. God, must she be such a slut?

"Oh my god, this is… Bill," she whined and gave him the phone so he could see the pictures. He didn't see the same thing at all. He first looked at how funny he looked in those short shorts and then at Cassie. She looked like such a knockout. It looked more like she was the celebrity and he felt proud looking at the pictures, that she was his girlfriend.

"What?" He just said and looked between the pictures and Cassie.

"They will hate me." She laid her head down on Bill's shoulder and Bill gave the director the phone who looked curious at Cassie.

"Who?" Bill said, lifting her legs up over his other thigh.

"Your fans. Everyone. God, I look like a slut."

In her head she had started to spiral and just thought everyone would be able to see what she really did for a living.

"What? No, no, no. You just look hot. Maybe they will hate you for that but you don't look like a slut at all," Bill said and hugged her.

"You are really…" the director searched for a word that Bill would accept. "Pretty in the pictures."

Cassie looked between Bill and the director and played with the rings on her fingers.

"Yeah?" She said worried.

"Of course, babe. You're so beautiful and that's the only thing they can hate. But who cares anyway? This is just about you and me." Bill assured before kissing her. Cassie kissed back even if the director watched them and she tried to cool down but she was still worried.

When Bill went away to fix his make up again she chose to stay in his trailer. She said it was to rest but she began to look through Instagram immediately. She searched "Billskarsgård" and the most recent photos and there they were. The accounts had all chosen to put the picture of her and Bill first on their posts. On one account the speculations were everywhere about who she was and some even said it was his ex, she almost took that as an insult. But then there was one comment, just a couple hours old with two likes, "she is a whore. The real kind." Cassie looked at it with a hammering heart. Did they know or did they just call her a whore for being with Bill? She didn't know. But she knew she must cover her tracks. She took out her laptop from her bag and tried to start it as fast as possible. It felt like it took ages and when she finally was in she heard Bill outside of the door. She heard him talking loudly in Swedish but then it disappeared. Her heart beated so hard it felt like it would soon give up. She searched for the sugarbabe site and then stared at the front page for a few seconds. The purple and pink background was the same but the pictures were new and there she was. Lying on the bed, sucking her finger with her tank top exposing her stomach. They had put her on the front page?

Horny girls searching for daddies.

It stood right under her picture. She felt that she was almost close to crying when she logged in on the page. She tried to persuade herself that the picture would disappear if she just deleted her account. She searched for a long time after how to delete the account but when she finally found the button the site closed off.

The page cannot be displayed.

It felt like she would throw up and she had started to cry now. What was this? Who tried to destroy everything for her?

She tried again and again to delete the account but it didn't work and over and over she was forced to look at her own picture sucking her finger with the words "horny" and "daddies" just below. Bill would never ever want to have a sugarbabe as a girlfriend. He would never ever want a prostitute caring his child. Why couldn't she just delete the account? The panic took over and she was afraid that Bill would come back soon and wondered why she laid on the couch, crying her eyes out. She needed to fix this in some way. She needed to get in contact with the creators of the site. When she looked around on the page she realized that wasn't the most simple thing to do. The support was a phone number that didn't work and that was the only contact she could find.

Cassie sat leaned forward, looking at her own picture on the front page and thought about what to do while trying to breathe slowly.

"I know one of the guys creating the site actually. He earned a heck of a lot of money just creating all kinds of forums."

She heard Georg Visser's voice in her head. They had laid in his bed while he dragged his fingers over her bum in different shapes. He probably wanted to brag but she knew he didn't lie, he never did. He didn't need to. She grabbed a mirror from her bag, fixing her make up and then looked at herself.

Just one final meeting.

They had messaged for a long time before they met. She wasn't used to that but she guessed it was because this guy actually had a lot of money and also thought about his reputation. He was almost twenty five years older than her but in the pictures he had sent he actually was really handsome. He looked like the type you could call daddy.

When she came back from the Cancun trip with Bill, she and Georg decided on a date to see each other. He wanted their first meeting to be private and intimate so he had rented a suite with a menu from the restaurant. When she asked him if he wasn't afriad that they would believe she was a prostitute he had written to her to not call herself that but also that no one would dare to accuse him for such a thing. He gave her the room number even if it was just one of two suites on the top floor.

She wore an extremely tight Stella McCartney dress with high heels and crotchless panties underneath, like Georg had wished. Cassie took a deep breath outside of the door, knowing this could be the client changing everything for her. She knocked and was prepared to wait a while but the door opened at once. Georg was as handsome as the pictures, tall and lean like she liked her men. He looked her up and down and smiled warmly.

"The most beautiful girl in the world, I see," he said smoothly and moved away so she could walk in. She giggled a little and stepped in, walking close to him so he could smell her perfume but also look at her closely.

The suite was comically big and luxurious and Cassie fought hard to not get excited by the luxury. She looked at Georg and smiled mischievously and he answered by moving closer.

"You look like the kind of girl I want to spoil. Be my little princess," he said and took her hand and kissed it. Everything he said could be cliche but it came out so smoothly from his mouth you could believe he was the first ever to say it.

"Yes daddy," said Cassie and let herself drown in his arms.

"Baby girl… So good…" he whispered and dragged his hands over her back.

They ate a fantastic dinner while he asked her things like if she liked diamonds, what she became happy of and what she would like to do with him. She thought he mean sexually but he asked then if she wanted to go ice skating in central park with him. She couldn't stop giggling and she felt more like Pretty Woman than a simple sugarbabe. She thought to herself that this guy, this guy was the ultimate daddy and he would make her happy.

He took her to the bedroom after dinner. Let her give him a show and then fucked her slowly while calling her "daddy's little girl". All of it was arousing and the sex was really good. They laid together closely the next day, kissing softly while she played with his dick teasingly.

"Have you ever been in love?" He said lowly. "This is a safe place so be honest with me. I'm your daddy, not your boyfriend."

Cassie thought a little about her answer and climbed on top of Georg.

"Yes. Have you?"

"A few times." He said and watched Cassie's naked body drown in the morning sun. "You're still in love."

Cassie didn't really want to talk about it and didn't know the answer either so she was quiet and played with Georg's chest hair.

"How is he?" He continued. When she didn't answer he slapped her ass. "Tell daddy."

Cassie made a little sound and laid down on his chest.

"He's tall…"

Georg waited for more.

"I know tall guys can get away with a lot just by being tall but he must have some other good qualities. Have you slept with him?"

"No…" Cassie sighed a little and continued to play with his chest hair. "He's my best friend and he… He's too good for me."

"Aww baby…" said Georg and kissed her lips. "Let daddy take care of you then? I can give you everything you want." He kissed her again and a thick finger penetrated her from behind. "You can be my slut, princess."

She sat on a high chair by the bar, looking at the people around her. She had gotten used to Swedes avoiding eye contact but here, in New York she met manys eyes and even got a smile. Most were from men, looking at her like they thought they had a chance. She just looked away and looked at her phone. Seeing a new snap from Bill. He knew she was in New York but not why she was there. She had just said to him that she needed to take care of some things there and he said he was sorry he had forgotten that. He hadn't forgotten anything because Cassie hadn't mentioned anything before, this was an impulsive trip with just one mission.

Cassie had thought a lot about what she would wear. She didn't want to be too sexy because she had a boyfriend now and wasn't a call girl anymore. She wanted to show that she had grown up. But she still wanted to look good, not like Bill had destroyed her. She had a pair of white flare pants with a black crop top with a sweetheart neckline. In her hair she had a thick alice band. She felt chic, something she hoped she could continue to feel.

Out of nowhere she felt a hand on her back and looked up to meet Georg's ice blue eyes. She smiled warmly because in some way she had missed him. He smiled back with his hand still on her lower back.

"Should we sit down a little more comfortably?" He said and nodded to a couch close by.

"Sure." Cassie hopped down from the chair while Georg took her hand to help her down. He was always a gentleman. Or around people at least.

"A whiskey on ice and a gimlet for the lady," he said to the bartender before they sat down next to each other on the couch. They sat quietly, looking at each other curiously until the drinks came. She admired his discrete gray plaid suit with the light pink button up under. He looked so elegant, rich and powerful.

"You look so good, princess. Red lips really suit you." He said it softly like he tried to seduce her and she knew he in one way tried to do that.

"You too," she said and smiled and looked down at her nails.

"I guess you wanted to see me for a reason. How can I help you, baby girl?" He took a sip of his drink and sat back on the couch.

Cassie laughed a bit uncomfortably and looked around the room before she was able to talk.

"You know one of the guys behind the site we met on, right?"

Georg made a face because he had obviously not expected to hear that.

"Yes I do. Why?"

"As you know, I have… stopped seeing men and I actually have a boyfriend…"

"Oh really?" He said it with genuine curiosity and dragged his thumb over his lower lip.

"Mm, I live in Sweden now, with him."

Georg laughed a little and nodded to himself.

"No wonder I haven't seen you for a while."

Cassie took a sip of her drink to calm her nerves.

"Yeah and… I really don't want him to know about… My side gig. But the site doesn't work, so I can't delete my account."

Georg nodded a little and sat up.

"It's because you're not meant to."

"What do you mean?"

"You were quite popular on that site, right?"

Cassie played with the rings on her fingers and avoided the question. She got quite a lot of messages but she didn't know if it was more so than others.

"You should actually read everything in the conditions so you know what you’re signing up for. They have the right to all your pictures as soon as you load them up."

Cassie could feel her heart start to beat in her chest. It started to feel like this was impossible to solve.

"So when a popular girl tries to delete her account it will not work. You see, they want to make it look like they have all these beautiful girls for the men, because if they do, the men will pay for a membership."

Cassie swallowed.

"They have put my picture on the front page…"

"And they own them so they can do whatever they want."

When Georg saw how much anxiety he created in Cassie he sighed for himself.

"Don't you think this boyfriend would be able to accept your history? I would, I wouldn't care at all. I would just be glad to have a woman like you."

Cassie smiled through her anxiety. His words were sweet but it wasn't him she wanted.

"It's a little more complicated… He's an actor."

Georg gave her a confused face.

"He's quite famous," she continued and took a sip of her drink and kept it between her fingers. Georg nodded a little.

"How famous? Do I know who he is?"

Cassie dragged a finger under her lip to fix her lipstick. Georg looked at the motion closely.

"Who is he?" Georg said, moving closer to Cassie. She hesitated and played with a curl on her neck.

"You can trust me, this is a safe space. Tell daddy," he said with a low voice. He thought about putting his hand on her knee but Cassie moved it away as soon as she saw what his next move would be.

"Bill Skarsgård is his name…" she said just as low as Georg talked. He searched after the name in his head.

"Stellan Skarsgård?" He finally said.

"That's his father."

"Oh! Oh… That really muscular guy?" He said like the air left his lungs.

"That's his brother, no Bill is a younger son. We're the same age. We have known each other for a really long time."

Georg took up his phone and she could see him google "Bill Skarsgaard", she didn't point out the spelling because she knew google would correct it. Georg read the facts that came up and then scrolled through the pictures. He sighed heavily and massaged his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"I guess I don't have a chance against him…" Once again Cassie was quiet because it would sound wrong, whatever she said. She looked at Georg's hurt face and started to understand that Georg had actually had real feelings for her or he might still even have them.

"This is the guy you've always talked about, right? The one you went away to Thailand with?"

Cassie looked down and nodded. She started to wonder if Georg's hurt feelings would cause him say no in helping her.

"And the one you were in love with when we started to see each other?"

"Yeah… Like I said, we have known each other a long time."

"And now has he finally understood what a catch you are?"

Georg sighed again and unbuttoned a button on his shirt. He looked at Cassie up and down and bit his lip. She wondered what he was thinking and just hoped he wanted to help.

"Daddy's little girl…" he said quietly and sighed again. "I will help you. I will contact the creators and try to make them delete everything. But Cassie? Babe?" He said and now laid his hand on her thigh. She let him because he would help her and with that took a load of her shoulders. She looked up at him and he dragged a thumb over her lipstick so it smeared.

"If he doesn't understand what a good girl you are, I will be here. I will give you everything you ever wanted."

Wood burning heaters - called "kakelugn" in Swedish, meaning tiled stoves. Common in older houses and apartments in Sweden.

Parental leave - in Sweden must all parents be home with their baby 90 days to get parental benefits. To be able to be home as much as possible must they take it out separately. This to encourage dads to be home more with their kids and women will be able to work more. Now many dads are home more than the three months they must be home.

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