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“What the fuck did you just say, Peter?” Eyes narrow, as he looks up at the other. Henry always tried his hardest to not blow up at the other boys, but some days it was harder to control the rage that seemed to fill his entire body. 

He stood slowly, walking closer, crowding Peter into a corner. Hands balled into fists on either side of him. “What. Did. You. Just. Say?” 

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 : like for a starter !! length will vary uwu 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 : ♡'d

                  ❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 !! ❞ 𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒, the two sprinting down the street. various porch lights 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍, but all anyone would see were 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 fleeing the scene. ian just kept running, until his 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃 and his 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃. they finally come to a stop near the woods, 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 slowing against the 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓. ❝ did we 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 just do that ?? god, that was 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 !! ❞

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✯ : A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?

I had to think about this one a little. I don’t know probably all the ones about how Henry interacts with the bowers boys?? Like all the soft moments and shit like that. I’ve adopted those just from talking to you and the rest of the bowers muns about it. 

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“You’re such a downer Peter --” Lucas lets out a chuckle, leaning up against the door frame. Peter was like him, rich and gay. Whether he’d admit that last part or not was a different story. “We’d be a total power couple -- you’re just too blind to see it --” 

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HENRY’S GIVING OUT KISSES | @bowersrich

“Peter–” Henry’s voice was low, staring out at the woods below them. They’d often end up like this. Sprawled out on the roof of Peter’s house, sitting in silence mostly – at least until one of them decided that the silence was too much. 

Henry’s eyes glanced over at Peter. They weren’t sitting too far apart, but something in Henry made him scoot closer – close enough that their knees were touching. Henry doesn’t hear what Peter says. Can’t hear for the sound of blood rushing through his ears. 

There’s a split second where he feels acid bubble in his stomach – drowning out the butterflies that had been there before. But then it’s muffled by the sensation of his lips touching Peter’s. Hands grabbing at the fabric of Peter’s shirt. He doesn’t remember leaning in, doesn’t remember anything up until the explosion that went through his body when their lips met. 

Henry’s the first to pull away. Unsure of what he’s feeling. Can’t tell if it’s happiness or rage but now his face is wet from tears that had welled up in his eyes. His normal response would be to throw a punch in Peter’s direction, but instead he just kind of stares, mind blanking as he let the feeling envelop his entire body. 

Eyes go from the ground, to Peter’s lips before settling on Peter’s eyes. Hand reaching out and resting on the other boys thigh. Henry knew he was safe – could say what he wanted to, so he let the words fall from his lips. “I love you.” 

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          he’s  giving  the  other  the  exact  same  look  he  gives  his  children.  the  look  of  disappointment  ,  disapproval  --  there’s  nothing  this  motherfucker  hates  more  than  being  lied  to.  that’s  how  it’s  always  been.  did’ja  expect  him  to  CHANGE  THAT  ?  ❝ y’know  ,  ❞  he’s  lighting  a  cigarette  as  he  speaks  ,  his  fourth  in  the  last  half  hour.  chainsmoking  is  a  terrible  habit.  ❝  all  i  ever  asked  ...  was  for  the  truth.  ❞

[wiinstons]

staring at the paper that read ‘MISSING: BETTY RIPSOM’, dallas brought his lit cigarette to his lips to take a drag, feeling the thick smoke build up in his lungs.. only for it to be blown directly in front of the pole that the flyer was posted on. “man , i thought that only new york would end up with a murder rep.” he said to himself, but loud enough for the other teen nearby him to hear. 

     when his buddy told him that he got out off the wild side of new york and offered for dally to stay with him, he sure as hell didn’t think that his friend moved someplace where there was a child-snatcher on the loose. 

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