#‘put the stopper in the sink’ like ???

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The plumbers and workmen are here taking out the sink and part of my cabinets. Hopefully this will finally, FINALLY fix with my kitchen flooding issues. Cross your fingers for me!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You don’t know when he stopped, you’re just happy it’s over. For now. You know better than to think it won’t happen again. 

His shadow moves around, vague and ominous. You lay where he left you. The mattress feels thin beneath you, your body sunk from the force of his appetites. Your body aches as his assault scars you more than skin deep. Bitemarks and bruises pulses as your insides knot and tug in ceaseless horror. 

You don’t look at him. You can’t. You listen to him shift around; it sounds more as if the house shifts around him. He leaves the bedroom and you roll onto your side with a rattling effort. You whine and tuck your hand between your thighs, raw from his incessant pounding. 

It’s like something in him broke. There was no control in what he did. No restraint or relent. He is more than inhuman, he is monstrous. 

When he returns, a grunt crackles from him. He comes to the bed and it dips with his weight. He grabs your shoulder and forces you onto your back. You brace yourself for more. 

His cowl is gone. His brows arch and the scar down the side of his face pales with the strain. He raises his hand and you wince. He tilts his head then shakes it as he shows you a handful of the silver packets. You blink in confusion.  

You take a breath and try to speak. Your throat is brittle and dry. You clear it and push a hoarse whisper, “not hungry.” 

He tuts and drops the packets, keeping one in his hand. He points to the label. Day 2 – Dinner. It’s still sealed. He tosses it and takes another, once more tapping the slanted lettering. You think you know what he’s saying. 

You hug yourself and swallow, trying to wet your tongue. “I wasn’t hungry. Stomach hurt.” 

He looks down and sifts through the packages. He turns them over and his forehead wrinkles. He gathers them all and carries them away. 

You stare after him as he stomps out of the room. You uncross your arms and press your hands to the bed. You sit up and look down at the remnants of the nightgown. You free your arms and bring your knees up to hug them. You whimper at the friction between your legs. 

He comes back. His hair is greasy and some has a red tint at the tips. You don’t want to think of what that is. His neck shows a layer of filth and his clothes are stained and dusty. You look down and find much of it smeared on your skin. 

He marches over to you. You cower and he stops at the edge of the bed. He raises his hand slowly, as if to coax you. You stare as he holds it open to you. Your insides throb and you take his hand, not wanting to provoke another episode. 

He leads you from the bed and takes you through the front room into the bathroom. He puts you by the sink and turns away. You shiver, trying to shield your naked body with only your arms. He bends over the tub and rinses it out then puts the stopper in place. 

He faces you and works at unstrapping his body armor. You stare at him, legs trembling, and move to lean on the sink to keep from keeling over. He watches you with a dimple in his forehead. 

He undresses, piece by piece, until he’s naked. You stay as you are until he grabs you. He drags you to the tub with him. You step in at his insistence and he angles you around. He lowers himself first then brings you down over him. The water laps between your feet as it fills the porcelain. 

You can’t relax, even as the heat soothes your tortured muscles. With him so close, you can’t ever let your guard down again.  

He brings his hand up your thigh and around your hip. He tickles your stomach and spreads his hand over one side of your chest. You shiver and steel yourself. He toys with you, not unkindly, and you brace the sides of the tub. 

As the water reaches the brim, he sits you up with him to shut it off. He reclines again, hooking his other arm around your middle. You like this softness less than his rough return. You can handle the cruelty, you expect it, but these moments confound you. It’s like a game you can’t win. 

Silence steams with the water. You don’t move. You can’t. You have to do something. Say something. But what? 

“I’m sorry,” you eke out. You’re not sure why you say that, but you are sorry. That moment flashes in your head, when you tried to use his name. That seemed to set him off. “Thank you for the food and the wood. I’m sorry I didn’t eat it all.” 

He growls but doesn’t say anything. He shifts and nuzzles the top of your head, his hot breath pluming over your scalp. The rigidity slowly seeps from him, thought that underlying stiffness remains. 

“I tried to keep it clean. I didn’t know... what else to do. I... I don’t know why I’m talking. I’ll-- I’ll stop,” you exhale and stare at the corroding mouth of the faucet. 

He drags his hand up from your chest and cups your chin. You twitch and his thumb stretches up to toy with your lower lip. Your grimace and let him poke around. He huffs in frustration then with two fingers, moves both your lips. He traces his touch down to your throat. 

“You want me to talk?” You ask. 

He pushes his nose firmly against your crown. You take that as affirmation. What do you talk about? You glance around and search for anything. You’ve been so bored and yet you can’t think of much. 

“My... my grandma had a tub like this,” you utter awkwardly. “It was her favourite place. She would read in there for hours. Funny, she... she wasn’t much of a kid person so we usually just did our own thing.” You ramble as your voice cracks, “and... we broke her favourite clock. It had a glass cover over it... I... just a silly memory.” 

He hums and caresses your cheek. You gulp again and hold back a quiver. If you can keep him calm for just a little, then you’ll find something to talk about. You just need to think about anything but the here and now. 

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Shower Head PART 2

(Complete, link to the first part down below ⬇️ )

Summary: You thought you were already ‘finished’. But Sy has other plans. You’re not only going to get dirtier, a certain hotel roommate might crash your bath time. But maybe you don’t mind?

 

Paring: Syverson x Fem. Reader, Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader

 Warnings: MDNI, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, p in v, bathtub sex, brief voyeurism, pet names, praise kink, spanking (like one time), rough sex, anal sex, overwhelmed reader, penetration in both holes at once, threesome

Word Count: 3.7K

 

A/N: Again, just VERY shameless smut. Writing this second part because @uunotheangel asked (I hope you’ll like it?) and also I can’t get Sy out of my mind among someone else…

Any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy ❤️✨

 

! Neither Syverson nor Walter are my creation!

 

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 (In case you’ve missed PART 1)

 

 

PART 2

 

As Sy stepped into the bathroom of his own hotel room, you noticed that it seemed a lot more spacious than yours. There were two sinks, along with a big bathtub and a shower. That made you frown, why was his room so much better than yours?

 

It didn’t escape his notice that you angrily glared about the room, he chuckled, “What’s the matter, sugar?” You immediately turned your head to glare at him instead, as he very well knew, what the matter was.

 

“Alright in my defence, I didn’t book the room. Not payin’ for it either. S’ supposed to be a work event.”

 

 

That confused you further, so you leaned back a little in his arms to be able to look at his face better, “What do you mean work event?”

 

 

“Sort of like team building or somethin’.” Apparently that was all you were going to get, because Sy leaned down over the tub to put the stopper in and then turned the water on.

 

He sat down on the toilet seat with you on his lap, waiting for the water to fill the tub. You were straddling his meaty thighs.

In any other situation you might have begun shivering but not with him as you were sufficiently warmed by his body alone. He was a furnace, which certainly came in handy right now. You scooted a little closer to his chest, enjoying his warmth, burring your head into his neck.

 

 

Sy’s hand was lazily stroking up and down your spine, while the other rested on your ass, pressing you against him. You signed, placing soft kisses below his ear, when you suddenly noticed that something else began poking into your rear.

 

 

A little exasperated you lifted your head, staring into his sparkling, blue eyes as he smirked, answering your unasked question, “What can I say? I’ve got a naked, little minx straddlin’ my lap, what’d you do?”

That last part of the question didn’t make a lot of sense to you, until another voice sounded from behind. Making you whirl around, staring at the intruder as he playfully replied, “Well I’d invite my mate to join. Wouldn’t you?”

 

 

You were so taken aback by the sudden appearance of the other man, you didn’t even try hiding your naked body from his curious eyes instead you just gaped at him. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and blue jeans, burly arms crossed in front of his broad chest, as he leant against the doorway. His dark curls were falling into his face, sly smirk surrounded by a beard.

 

 

His deep blue eyes rested on your face, seemingly waiting for a reaction from you. But you were still preoccupied with wrapping your mind around the situation, frozen on Sy’s lap indefinitely.

 

Not until he softly bounced you up on his lap did you finally react to the second man, stuttering out, “Wh-what, who…who are…?”

 

 

They had the audacity to laugh at your adorably flummoxed state. At last Sy answered amused, “That’s Walter. He’s a colleague of mine and coincidentally my best friend. Also here for the team buildin’. Didn’t I mention that I share I room with him?”

Your eyes flew to his, raising your brow, sarcastically replying,” Oh yeah. Of course, you’ve mentioned Walter, right after you locked the bathroom door apparently.”

 

 

“You really are a little minx, aren’t you?” When you turned back to Walter, he winked at you, still very much amused, then he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Your eyes were carefully fixed on his approaching figure. When he was in arms reach he stopped, squatting down in front of the toilet, looking up at you “But to get serious for a second. I’d very much like to join you for a bath. Would that be alright with you, darling?”

 

 

His whole demeanour was so trustworthy, you felt yourself nodding, wanting nothing more than this other handsome man to join you and Sy. As he got up, he shook his head lightly, sharing a look with Syverson, before glancing back at you, “Ah no darling, I’m afraid we’d need verbal confirmation going forward.”

Because you stayed silent, Sy added, “Could ya do that for us, sugar?”

 

 

In your daze you nearly nodded again, before catching the movement and replying out loud this time,” Ye-yes.”

 

“Yes, what?”

 

“Yes, I…I’d like Walter to join us, please.”

 

“Mmh what a polite, little kitten we’ve got ourselves here.”

 

 

Walter stood up, turning to the tub and shut the water off, as he deemed it full enough, especially for three people. Sy bounced you up on his thighs again to shift your attention back to him, whispering in your ear “Walter is gonna get a little warm with all these clothes on, don’t ya think? Wanna help him, love?”

 

 

You bit your lip, slowly sliding down from his lap, turning around to face Walter, though hesitating a moment too long. As a huge paw slapped your ass suddenly, making you jump and shriek at the stinging pain, “Get goin’, daddy is watin’, sugar.”

 

 

Heat spread through your entire body at Sy’s commanding husk and his choice of words had you swallowing thickly. Walter gazed hungrily at your naked body, admiring your beautiful form.

Standing before him, made you realize that he too, was quite tall. You let your hands glide over his arms, up to his shoulders, staying there and waiting for him to initiate the next move. You didn’t have to wait long, as he smiled and dipped his head down, stopping a hair’s breadth of your lips. Overcome with a deep seated desire you quickly pressed yours to his. Walter’s hands landed on your waist, drawing you closer, reciprocating the kiss. Groaning when he felt your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

 

 

His kiss felt different to Sy’s, slower somehow but just as hungry. Then his tongue slipped out, gliding over your lower lip begging for entrance, you moaned, letting him in. Your tongues fought for a moment, though he won, dominating and deepening the kiss.

 

 

When you two separated, a loud splash made you turn. Sy had entered the tub, grunting deeply as the warm water surrounded his body, his delicious deep rumble making your nipples harden. As if on command, your hands moved on their own, grabbing onto the rough fabric of Walter’s sweatshirt and started to pull it up. He lifted his arms, assisting you. Slowly his chest came into view, it was covered in dark curly hair which lead down to a significantly tented crotch. He encouraged you, by placing your hands on the waistband of his pants, “Don’t be shy, darling. Go on, open it.”

 

 

You needn’t be told twice, swiftly opening his fly, fingers disappearing into his boxers, dragging the remaining coverage down his painfully thick thighs. Walter’s stiff cock sprang free, slapping against his navel. Your eyes widened as he stepped out of the jeans. Walter’s cock wasn’t as thick as Sy’s but his was definitely a bit longer. Thinking about taking them both, had your cunt fluttering so much, you were convinced your juices were running down your thighs by now.

 

 

Walter’s hand took your smaller one, leading you to the tub, and ever being the gentleman helping you step over the rim and inside. Sy had been watching you the whole time, stretching out his own hand to pull you down into the water and onto his lap once more, letting his hands rest on your hips. You moaned when your body was covered by the warm water, submerged to your bellybutton. You straddled his thighs, trapping his monstrous cock between your bodies.

Small waves rippled the surface as Walter joined you. Even with you three inside the tub, surprisingly no water sloshed over the edge.

 

 

Walter had kneeled down behind you, his hard rod insistently pressing against your arse. Hands touching your upper arms before wondering more to the front, cupping your boobs, kneading them roughly and using the momentum to pull you more against his chest. Mewling you tipped your head back, arms wrapping around Walter’s neck.

 

“That’s it, such a good girl. Just relax, darling.”

 

 

You briefly wondered why he’d said to relax, but then you felt Sy’s cockhead rubbing through your folds. This time he shoved you down, driving inside to the hilt, making you cry out at the sudden fullness. If he hadn’t fucked you already, he surely would have torn you apart with his fat cock. You squirmed on his lap, trying to lift your hips, as your pussy had trouble to relax and accommodate him.

 

He grunted deeply, “Sh, sh be good for daddy. Breathe, breathe. Yeah just like that”. You ceased your squirming, actively letting out the breath you were holding, somehow sinking even deeper down his length, settling against his balls. “That’s it, atta girl.”

 

 

Walter couldn’t hold back any longer, you looked too delicious, mewling as your pussy was stretched out so thoroughly, so he began moving his hips, rubbing himself against your ass, nibbling at your earlobe.

 

Gruff voice, growling,” Can’t wait much longer. Sorry, darling. Think you can take me in that delectable little pucker of yours?”

 

 

Even though Sy’s big cock already felt like a lot on his own, you really wanted Walter’s inside you as well, craving to be filled by both men. Imagining the way they’d stuff you so perfectly, it made your mouth water and your head bob wildly in agreement.

 

 

Slap.

 

 

“Ouch,” you howled as Walter had slapped your right tit, skin tingling. Your traitorous pussy clenched around Sy’s throbbing cock inside you, though you still whined half-heartedly, “Argh, what was that for?”

 

 

Sy huskily answered, “What did we say about verbal confirmation, sugar?”

 

You understood now. “Oh, erm… ‘m sorry daddy,” you apologised, blinking up at Walter. Who growled, repeating his previous question more urgently this time, “Your ass ready to take me now?”

 

 

Knowing it would antagonise him further, you slowly circled your hips, grinding against him teasingly, “Yes daddy. Please, need you inside...”

 

His deep blue eyes, held a storm of desire inside as he cursed, “Fuck, you’re too exquisite for your own good, love.”

 

 

He placed his large hand on your shoulder blade, pushing you forward so your rear end was out of the water and you were laying chest to chest with Sy. Who in turn, groaned as the movement had him slide against your gummy walls. You had wrapped your arms around Sy’s neck, head hanging low, lips grazing his ear lightly, as that was more comfortable in the new position.

 

 

Walter’s free hand had grabbed his cock, placing the head against your puckered rim, beginning to push inside. The warm water had helped you relax, but you weren’t very prepared for his size. You whimpered as he slowly filled you. When you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, pleasure dwindling into pain, a rough thumb began rubbing your clit. Making your hips buck forward, at the sharp lightning of pleasure cursing through you. Someone’s hands immediately flew to your hips to hold you still.

 

 

Panting loudly, Walter pressed out,” Hell, you’re so fucking tight, not sure I’ll fit.”

 

 

Sy continued expertly petting your little pearl, though adding earnestly, “Mmh yeah wait, pull back out. I-…” Protesting vehemently, you interrupted him with a loud mewl. “N-no I…I can take it…don’t stop!”

 

He chuckled,” Appreciate your enthusiasm, sugar. But-…” You interrupted him again, pleading eyes locking onto his, as you whined louder when you felt Walter pull back, “No! No pl-please, I want it. I can take it…”

 

 

Sy’s gaze softened even more as he tried to calm you down, “Love, relax. I’m not sayin’ no. I’m just sayin’ not like this, we need lube.”

 

 

That instantly made you feel better, because you had previously believed they wanted to stop entirely, and that had put you in a bit of a frenzy, as you didn’t want to stop. Breathing coming easier as Walter had pulled out completely by now. You were shocked that you hadn’t noticed how tightly wound your body had become because of the second large intrusion. Very thankful that they’d looked out for you, caring about your wellbeing.

 

 

Sy’s hand stroked over your cheek, “Better isn’t it?”

You breathed back,” Yeah.”

 

 

Walter declared, “Be right back.” And with that he left the tub. You laid your head onto Sy’s chest, watching his retreat, focusing in on his dripping wet body or more truthfully his juicy ass.

 

“You alright, sugar? We can stop if it’s too much.”

You lifted your head to be able to peer up at him, met with a very concerned face. Smiling reassuringly you answered, “I’m fine.” As he only raised his brow sceptically, you added, “Promise. I feel very cared for by you two.” You saw he wanted to protest, so you leaned up, pulling him in for a kiss to shut him up. He seemed to relax, as did you, very content with where the evening was headed now.

 

Just as you two separated, Walter returned bottle in hand, pulling the bathroom door closed behind him, for the second time this evening. He quickly made his way over and stepped into the water, sighing at the temperature change.

 

 

Kneeling behind you once more, his hand grabbed your chin, turning it gently to gaze at your face, “Are you sure you want to continue? We can stop anytime.”

 

Warmth pooled in your belly at the gentleness with which they handled you. Beaming at him, “Yes I’m sure and I want to continue, please.” He searched your face for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, darling.”

 

You couldn’t help but squirm happily on Sy’s lap, turning your head back to him. Without warning Sy lifted him, and therefore you, out of the water, sitting down on the generous edge of the bathtub, leaning his back against the wall. Hissing as the cool tiles touched his back.

 

 

His hands rearranged you a bit, so you straddled his thighs like before, but he’d spread his legs further apart this time, giving Walter the space he needed. Which he immediately acted on, rising out of the water as well, stepping so close to you Water from his body started dripping down onto yours. Teasingly tickling down your spine.

 

Walter licked over his lips, taking in the erotic scene in front of him, your knees spread wide, ass enticingly calling to him, as you wiggled on Sy’s lap impatiently. Laughing quietly at your eagerness, he opened the bottle of lube, applying a generous amount to his angrily throbbing cock. Sliding his hand up and down for good measure, enjoying the two pairs of eyes that rested on him.

 

 

Until Sy grunted, “Get on with it. That sweet cunt is squeezin’ me like crazy and I really wanna start moving.”

 

 

Walter’s fingers landed on your hole, starting to lubricate it. Sliding up and down, then carefully pressing two long, wet fingers inside. This time it didn’t burn, even when he pushed in to his knuckles, instead your own juices actually ran down your spread thighs, dripping onto Sy’s balls, as he still was buried to the hilt.

The second Walter began scissoring his fingers, moving them in and out, you clammed down hard on both ends, coming unprompted with a loud moan.

 

 

Sy’s hands tightened on your hips, knuckles turning white. Walter cursed, “Fu-fuck. What a good girl, coming on daddy’s fingers like that.” You just moaned some more as he kept fingering you for a while longer.

 

 

When he finally pulled them out, something much bigger pressed to your rosebud. You felt him entering you, pressing deeper and deeper inside. All three of you panting loudly. Your fingers dug into Sy’s shoulders, head falling back onto Walter’s chest, as you were certain his cock was breaching new territory. Reaching so far inside, you were surprised your belly wasn’t protruding.

 

A loud groan later, and he was finally completely inside, “Arrgh you feel amazing. Gripping me so tight…”

 

 

You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to, only concentrating on relaxing your muscles around both their cocks. The sudden pleasurable taps to your clit igniting your body, definitely helped. Sy’s rough thumb was dancing through your weeping pussy. They let you squirm around between them, both men enjoying your quivering, hot channels, grunting with every little spasm of your body.

 

 

“That’s it, darling. Taking us so well.”

 

 

Nearly losing your mind, with the bliss of having them both inside but not yet moving, you barked, “Move. PLEASE…”

 

Apparently that was the magic word, as you felt Sy’s fat cock slide out, till only his tip remained inside, then he slammed all the way back, making you cry out as Walter’s cock also began moving. Though opposed to Sy’s thrust, so if one left your body the other was there to fill it up again.

 

 

Every thrust, forced another moan out of your mouth.

“What a good girl.”

 

 

So overwhelmed by pleasure you didn’t even know who said it, but you managed to push back your hips, back arching. You were having the most amazing time, between their bull-sized bodies, ramming into yours without abandon. Hitting every single sweet spot of yours.

 

Powerful hands were roaming your body, one pair kneading your tits, the other guiding you by the hips, helping them rut into you more efficiently. Intensifying your pleasure and desire further. Panting and whimpering for them.

 

 

Your eyes, long been closed, flew open when both men had pulled out just to thrust their thick cocks back inside simultaneously. “Mmmmh, soo go-good,” you cryed out. “So… so biiig.”

 

Sy cooed, “Aww look at you, completely fucked out…”

Walter quipped in, “Not that we��re faring any better… Sweet body of yours… too fucking tight…”

 

 

They picked their pace up after that, making you so delirious, only jumbled, unintelligible words left your mouth. A tension continuously began forming inside you, every push of their strong hips, bringing you closer to the umpteenth orgasm of the evening.

 

 

Thankfully they seemed to be just as close to their own release as you were, going by their ever increasing pace and loud grunts, followed by Sy’s shout, “Not gonna last much longer!”

 

 

More or less trapped between them, you bounced around like a rag doll, not having to do much, as their cocks ploughed away at your dripping holes. When a bearded mouth latched onto one of your nipples while the other was pinched between two calloused fingers, you started to see stars. Tension inside snapping, with a screech, nails digging into skin, “Nnngh, com-coming…!!” Your whole body went rigid, back bowing even more as you came.

 

 

A thick warm arm wrapped around your middle, two pairs of hips continuously meeting your body, not only prolonging your climax but coaxing another out.

 

 

“Arrgh, darling, that’s it…”, and without further delay both crashed a last time into you as deeply as they could, cocks pulsing violently before spilling their hot seed inside.

 

Your body still jolted from the aftermath of the most intense orgasm you’ve had to date. And as your sensitive pussy still clenched around Sy, he mumbled tiredly, “Okay…gotta pull out…still too damn tight…”

 

 

Walter let his cock slip out first, taking your hips, carefully lifting you up and off Sy’s dick. You whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness, as both had left your body. Walter didn’t let go, supporting your weight, as you leaned into him. A hand of his glided down your chest and between your shaking legs. Cupping your mound as he whispered, while biting your shoulder gently, “What a beautiful mess.”

 

 

Before you grew too sensitive he pulled his hand back, showing it to you. It was drenched in your juices and their sperm, as he brought it to your mouth, you obediently opened and licked it clean. Tasting yourself and their salty, tangy seed. Smacking your lips together once you were finished cleaning up his hand.

 

 

“Good girl, “Sy praised you, hooded eyes resting on your form.

 

 

As all the energy had been fucked right out of you, you couldn’t do much. Not even standing on your own. Of course they knew, so they manhandled you out of the tub, gently cleaning you up, placing you back inside as soon as it was filled with fresh, steaming water.

 

 

The warm water did wonders on your sore muscles, relaxing you so much in fact, you didn’t even know which chest you were currently lying against. Nor whose chest your feet were probed against, or who was massaging them.

 

 

Until the chest behind you rumbled, “You were amazing, love. Hadn’t had that much fun in years.”

 

You couldn’t open your heavy eyelids, but you managed to chirp out, “Yeah, me neither.” Then a mighty yawn betrayed your tiredness even further, sleepily curling into Walter’s hairy chest.

 

 

Sy drawled softly, “Mmh, you were perfect, sugar.”

When they saw you trying to fight off the sleep that wanted to claim your exhausted body, Walter added, “Sh, just relax, darling. We’ve got you.” You felt so safe with them that you did as he said, dozing off.

 

 

Only waking again, when a soft blanket was thrown over your body, mattress dipping behind you.

 

They had not only cleaned you, dried you off and laid you down on your bed. No. To your delight they had also decided to join you, cuddling into your body. The only indicator that you were awake, a soft, content, “Mmpf” breathed into the chest your head was resting on. Not wanting to open your eyes, you wiggled weakly into the warm body spooning you, to find out who was who.

A hand gripped your naked waist from behind, stilling your movement, followed by a deep, drowsy huff, “Go back to sleep, sugar.”

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Washing the Dishes

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha Romanoff can do just about anything, but she’s never washed dishes. You offer to help her and feelings come to light

Note: Soft Nat, woo! I was washing the dishes tonight and came up with this one. I hope you enjoy it!

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Natasha is always willing to help the team do chores around the compound. Usually she cleans the floors or does laundry, but today she offered to wash the dishes after dinner.

You watch Natasha from the table where you’re finishing up eating dinner.

“Do you need help, Nat?” You ask Natasha. She grips the counter and sighs.

“Where is the thingy that blocks the water?” She asks. You try not to laugh, realizing that she really doesn’t know what it’s called.

“I’m here to help,” you tell Natasha. You slip next to her. “The stopper is right here. It’s in the sink drain and just needs to be twisted to ‘block the water,’” you say the last part to quote her.

“It’s not my fault I haven’t washed dishes before,” Natasha shrugs.

“Really?”

She shakes her head and for some reason it makes your heart hurt. It’s something so simple, but the superhero stands here helpless.

“I’ll show you how,” you say. “First, let’s get the water to hot and then we can use the stopper.”

Natasha listens intently as you explain how to do the steps. You let her do them and she’s proud of herself with each one she accomplishes.

“Alright, you’re ready to wash away,” you say once she’s got the soap in the water. “How about I rinse?”

“Sure, thank you.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes as Natasha washes the dishes delicately and hands them to you to rinse. You do your part with ease but she never feels rushed by you to wash faster.

“You’re probably wondering how I’ve never washed dishes,” Natasha breaks the silence after a while.

“I know that you didn’t have an exactly normal childhood, but I figured you would’ve done it in your adult life,” you say.

She shrugs. “Never had to. I didn’t stay in a place long enough and at the tower Tony had a high tech dishwasher installed.”

“We could use one here,” you say.

“I guess. But it’s kind of nice using my hands. Feels like it’s really doing something,” she says.

There’s an adorable smirk on her face and you can’t help but blurt out, “You’re so cute.”

A blush spreads on Natasha’s cheeks as you feel your own warm with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“That’s alright. Thank you though,” she says. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me cute.”

“I think you’re adorable,” you say boldly. “Those other people just don’t get it.”

Nat hands you the last dish. Something about the domesticity of washing the dishes with her makes you long to be with her. You’ve known you had a crush on her for a while, but this is sending you over the edge.

“Okay, it’s time to drain the water. Turn the stopper back to the way it was when we started and the water will drain,” you instruct her.

She does it perfectly and the water drains down the sink.

“Can I just run the water to get rid of the excess soap?” She asks.

“Yes, but use the sprayer.” She looks confused until you point to the sprayer on the rim of the sink. “Turn on the water please.”

Natasha does so and watches as you spray around one side of the sink. You hand it to her and she does the other side. While she’s putting it back where it goes, she accidentally sprays you with water.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, rushing to grab you a towel. She wipes the water from your neck and cheek. Her other hand holds your face steady.

Her thumb brushes over your jawline and lingers even once the water is gone. Natasha steps closer to you and both of you lean in slowly. She closes the distance between your lips with a slight pull at your neck.

Natasha’s lips against yours feels better than you could’ve ever imagined. The cliches about feeling like fireworks are going off and that the world is standing still are true as she kisses you.

“Thank you, y/n,” she tells you once she pulls away. Again, her hand lingers on your face.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say in return, rendered pretty speechless from her kiss.

“For the record, I think you’re cute too,” Natasha says. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime? Just us.”

“Yes please,” you respond.

She smiles and kisses you softly once more. You hear feet coming down the hallway and the two of you step apart and work together to dry and put away the dishes.

Natasha steals glances at you and her touch lingers when she hands you dishes. You’re so glad she decided to learn how to do a new task tonight and that she allowed you to help.

[novankenn]

So for the invasion Au can you do Ciel next? Also Penny asking Ironwood if they should help but Ironwood says it's to late.

the Invasion... Snagging Soliel

Ciel was fuming as she marched through the dimly lit corridors of Beacon. Her eyes completely focused on her wrist watch. She was late. VERY late for a meeting with the General and Penny to go over the game plan for the Vytal festival tournament.

Ciel: How can this be happening! HOW!

So focused on her watch the young woman never notice the approach of a slightly younger blond haired teen coming up behind her.

Ciel: It's 7.5 minutes from the dorm to the General's temporary office. I've been walking for 4 minutes, so I am almost there. That will put me 2.5 minutes ahead of the time I reported to be at General Ironwoods office.

The blond teenaged girl continued to follow along behind the oblivious Ciel. A playful smile on her lips, and a skip in her step, making the pinkish skirt she was wearing over her black cargo pants, float about her, like the fashion crime it was.

Ciel: 2 minutes to the General's office.

Still unaware of the blond following close behind her, Ciel continued to walk her eyes focused on her watch. Turning a corner she looked up, and sighed. The door to the General's office was in sight. In fact the General and Penny were both just arriving themselves.

Behind her the blond pulled out a stoppered bottle and a rag from a pouch on her plate carrier. Popping the stopper silently, she up ended the small bottle against the rag.

Ciel: General! Sir! I am so.... HEY!!! GET O*muffled words*

????: You dear sis-in-law need to relax! I'm Juniper Arc by the way! Nice to meet ya!

Penny: Friend Ciel is in trouble! I must...

Penny is stopped by a firm hand upon her shoulder. Just down the hall from them Ciel was weaving about as Juniper was latched to her back holding a rag over her nose and mouth.

Penny: General?

James: It's too late for her Penny. Too late.

Penny: I don't understand? Why is it... too late?

In the distance Ciel finally sinks to the floor, her eyes closed as if she had just fallen asleep. Juniper shoved the rag into a pouch, before pulling out a roll of duct tape and securing Ciel's ankles and wrists together.

Juniper: Here's comes the bride! All dress in white!

James Ironwood continued to keep a firm grip on Penny as they watch Juniper start to drag the unconscious form Ciel back down the hall from which she came.

Penny: General? Why?

James: The Arcs have her, Penny. The Arcs have her.

(Episodes)

[murciafire]

Lady Lazarus

Jason Todd Angst

Summary: “You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection” – Nathaniel Orion

Warnings: angst, the poem is about Plath's attempts but nothing explicit

Words: >1000

Notes: The thought of Jason dying and then being resurrected often led me to think of “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath. I find that it’s even more appropriate considering that Jason’s died twice now (1988, 2024 – please let me know if I have it wrong). Since we all know that Jason reads classics, I felt that his thoughts might as well be as dramatic and poetic as seen in classic lit.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I have done it again.

There was a chipped tile in the corner of the wall where it met the smooth surface of the bathtub. My eyes would always catch it on the days I found myself lying in the bathtub, but it was so indiscernible that I didn’t think anyone else would remark it. (Not that I would care if anyone did, nor did anyone visit me, nor did I want anyone to). It was like a scar hidden under a chin that wouldn’t be evident until you tilted your face to where God should be (but perhaps in His absence, you could stare at the sun and the rays would make the sliver of cut skin silver, brilliant and hideous).

But such a break, where it was so insignificant, would bother no one unless you knew where to look for such fractures. And I, being that I am, often find myself wandering in an agonizing game of self-loathing where I’m drawn to discovering broken things like me. Which is why I think—and when I do think these thoughts, they’re often coupled with a heaving dry chuckle—I must cover the bathroom mirror. This game, or perhaps self-torment, is one that I often lose even when I win.

I put out my cigarette on the side of the tub—I had forgotten I had lit it. My nerves were so frayed that I didn’t think nicotine could absolve me any more than drowning myself in this bathtub hoping that a self-made baptism could bring me any closer to my father. I sighed, closing my eyes while dropping the crumpled cigarette on the floor beside me. My heart beat steadily in my chest, but I was already limp like I had given up. I felt a smile curl my lips into something cruel because here I was, in rose water which I wasn’t holy enough for, but damned enough that I was swimming in my own blood.

The bathroom, I thought, was a state of purgatory where all my thoughts merged into a state of expiatory purification.  Because I was alive and somehow—“One year in every ten I manage it—”

I groaned as my bones creaked and my muscles strained as I leaned over to pull the stopper. My eyes fixated on the swirling water, taking my blood with it. I blinked a few times, looking at my hands, no longer stained but very still. As if silence was a word to describe a motion—I wasn’t sure I was breathing. But I was.

And again I find myself moving, peeling myself off the floor of the tub, stepping over the edge. A sort of walking miracle, my skin bright as a Nazi lampshade, my right foot a paperweight.

I stood in front of the mirror and in my hesitancy, I found some courage, or as if reality took form and guided my hand to rip off the towel I hung over it, so I had to face what I saw in that tile: something broken. My face a featureless, fine Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin, O my enemy. Do I terrify?—

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh the grave cave ate will be at home on me.

I smiled, my laugh hollow as I wiped my face, continuing to recite Plath. “And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty and like the cat, I have nine times to die.”

I tossed the towel onto a hook on the wall before gripping the sink to stare at myself. “This is Number Three. What a trash to annihilate each decade. What a million filaments. The peanut-crunching crowd shoves in to see them unwrap me hand and foot—the big strip tease. Gentlemen, ladies—” I pushed off the sink, throwing my hands over my face. “These are my hands. My knees. I may be skin and bone, nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.”

I slid down to my knees, my chest heaving. “The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant to last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut as a seashell. They had to call and call and pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.”

I shut my eyes, feeling my body crumple to the floor and curl into itself. Silence, I decided, was a word to describe action. Because here I was, living silently.

“Dying,” I whispered, “is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”

 

I rubbed my arm with my hand, my fingers brushing over scars—new and old. My body was littered with wounds, but no one could ever see the scar under my chin. Or perhaps, the one I wanted most to notice was the crack in my heart that shattered my soul.

“It’s easy enough to do it in a cell,” I muttered. “It’s easy enough to do it and stay put. It’s the theatrical. Comeback in broad day to the same place, the same face, the same brute amused shout: ‘A miracle!’”

I laughed or cried; I wasn’t sure. But air came out of my lungs and clawed at my throat to make some sort of sound so I knew I was still here, lying on the bathroom floor very much still alive. But it’s a miracle that I am, isn’t it?  That knocks me out.

There is charge. For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge. For the hearing of my heart—

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge for a word or a touch or a bit of blood or a piece of my hair or my clothes.   So, so, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus, I am your valuable, the pure gold baby that melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—

You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—

A cake of soap, a wedding ring, a gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer  

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

[cultofdixon]

Nurse!

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Nurse Dixon here to nurse you back to health • SFW/Smol Angst • TW: Illness / Vomiting

Requested by: Anon

She’s late Daryl thought as he sat in the watchtower waiting not only for Abraham to relieve him of his shift but for Y/N to “come and get him” to go home and get in bed. But when Abraham beat her to it, he started to get worried for his girl.

The archer made his way quietly back inside, not to disturb Carol who was sleeping in the upper level of the house. Leaving the basement apartment for Daryl and Y/N. But when he drew closer to the bedroom he heard gagging.

Don’t jump the gun Dixon. You’re better than this. Don’t let your insecurity think the worse and as Daryl opens the door to see the little light shine through the bathroom. His insecurity died off as he instantly makes his way toward the light opening the door to find Y/N throwing up.

“H-Hey…” Y/N groans only having a second to speak before returning to throwing up. She heard footsteps disappear as she couldn’t blame Daryl for not wanting to be there.

But to her surprise, the bedroom light turned off and the door opened up more. Daryl came back without his crossbow on his back and a towel in hand with an extra change of clothes. He set those items on the sink counter before dropping to his knees beside her. The archer always had a hair tie on him just for her, plus he tugs on it whenever he’s anxious.

Y/N sat up long enough for Daryl to gently brush her hair back with his hands using the hair tie to tie it up in a ponytail. She was going to thank him but felt another wave from her unsettled stomach causing her to throw up again. This time Daryl rubbed soothing circles on her back as she did so until she was finished.

“Let’s get yea out of these clothes”

“I’m too tired D…”

“I know” Daryl continues rubbing circles on her back until Y/N started to relax finally. “But I bet yea feel nasty in the clothes you threw up in. Let me run a bath, get yea cleaned up and dressed, then to bed”

“You spoil me…”

“You’re worth it” Daryl stood up kissing the top of her head before getting the bath started.

Once Y/N was undressed and relaxing in the bath, Daryl took care of tossing her dirty clothes in the basket then went to change the sheets knowing she puts scented stuff last wash and it would upset her already upset stomach if she smelled it. After doing that he went to check on her, Daryl carefully pressed the back of his hand to her forehead watching her look up at him.

“How long have you not been feelin’ well, baby?” There was a hint of concern in his voice as he pulls his hand away, sitting on the edge of the tub feeling if the water was still warm or at least nice enough for her.

“I was working with Rick on securing the walls after the herd that came through a bit ago…” Y/N shifted a bit to get comfortable again. “Then I thought I was just dehydrated and maybe hungry cuz I haven’t eaten today. But once I got back here it felt way hotter than it was outside…then made the mistake of eating something when I started to not feel good.”

“Should’ve gone straight to bed, or tell Rick to find me sooner”

“You were on a run with Aaron by the time this was happening…and the sheets”

“I changed the sheets. Don’t smell like your floral stuff anymore” Daryl reached into the tub to remove the drain stopper and reaching for the towel. “Let’s get yea dressed”

“You spoil me D…”

“Mm. Yea just don’t gotta suffer alone, alright? Let me take care of yea” Daryl helped her lean forward enough once the water was drained, to wrap the towel around her shoulders before getting up and reaching in to pick her up bridal style.

Y/N sat comfortably on the edge of the bed with the towel wrapped around her as Daryl grabbed the clothes he set out previously. Once she was dressed, he helped her get comfortable before covering her in several blankets. Daryl knelt in front of her bringing the back of his hand back to her forehead.

“Yea have a fever. Gonna get some medicine from the infirmary”

“Can you make me soup?”

“If I find a can or two. Then maybe”

“Pleaseee” She pouts with puppy dog eyes that Daryl could never deny.

“I’ll make it tomorrow if you can handle food. But right now just try and sleep while I find something’ close to cold medicine” Daryl brushes away the loose hair in her face before kissing her forehead and going to get the medicine.

After about being gone for thirty minutes to get a few pills and two cans of the soup he found in the pantry, Daryl came back to find her fast asleep and thank god for that. He put the pills in a shot glass she found for him on a run, the only interesting thing about it was the squirrel print on it. That’s why Y/N picked it up. He set the glass on the nightstand beside her watching her shift a bit in her sleep. Before Daryl put her canteen beside the glass, he noticed the discomfort in her expression.

Right as Y/N was about to throw up, Daryl drops the trash can at the right moment she leaned over the edge to vomit.

“Nah don’t go layin’ back down. Gotta make sure you’re finished so you don’t aspirate”

“You…sound like a nurse” She tried to hold it in for a bit but couldn’t and threw up once more.

“More like Merle OD’d before. Yea learn a thing or two” Daryl frowns taking the rag from his back pocket out wiping away the excess once she finished throwing up. “Think it’s the flu” he helped her sit up in the bed by grabbing his pillow putting it on top of hers before letting her lean back.

“Eh what gave it away?” She jokes before taking the water bottle and pills handed to her by her partner.

“One of those should break the fever. The other helps with nausea. At least that’s what the bottle said.” Daryl brought himself to sit on the edge of the bed setting his rag on her nightstand.

“Gonna be a few days…”

“Yeah. Like most sick people recoverin’”

“‘M just saying, you don’t have to stay by my side the entire time”

“Well…” Daryl untied the laces on his boots slipping them off and climbing into the bed beside Y/N crossing his arms once he got comfortable against the headboard. “That’s too damn bad”

A small smile graced Y/N’s exhausted lips before getting comfortable on her side the best she could and fell asleep shortly after. Daryl on the other hand, stayed up a bit longer which meant staying up when the sun rose. Which wasn’t long given Daryl’s night shift ended at midnight and he spent a few hours taking care of Y/N.

“Daryl!”

Shit. The archer frowns stepping out of the infirmary after telling Denise Y/N’s symptoms to get a few more medicines to help with such. Now being day 3. Meaning he hasn’t talked to anybody but his partner since she first came down.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Home”

“Home? That’s it? I haven’t seen yea or Y/N in three days”

“You have plenty of others to do your bidding. I’m allowed a moments peace” Daryl frowns gripping the bottles in his hands that Rick took note of and started to get worried.

“What happened?”

“Y/N’s sick. That’s what’s been happenin’ the past few days. Taking care of my partner and you buggin’ is keeping me from giving her medicine”

“Right. Right. I’m sorry”

“But seriously though. There’s plenty of other people to do what yea need. Yea just gotta ask instead of waiting for me to just do it” that was the last thing Daryl said before physically leaving the conversation to go back to Y/N.

To Daryl’s surprise coming back to their home, Y/N moved to the couch. No longer being in the bedroom or in the bed that she started to feel disgusting in the longer she laid in there.

“Want me to—-“

“Finally make me soup” Y/N smiles a bit even through the very tired composure her entire body held. Daryl set down the medicine on the coffee table for her to investigate what they were until he took the thermometer out of his pocket which lead her smile to fade. “You’re not sticking that up my yknow”

Daryl quickly checked to make sure he grabbed the right one as Y/N started to laugh slightly. Bringing out an annoyed look from her partner.

“Sorry. It’s the right one, D.” Y/N took it carefully once he handed it to her as she stuck it in her mouth. “Wanted to mess with yea”

“Glad to see that came back…and that yer talkin’ more” Daryl sat on the coffee table once he got her a glass of water. He set the glass beside him watching her open one of the medicine bottles to take the required dose out. He handed her the glass trading it for the bottle then carefully taking the thermometer out while she took the pills. “Least it’s broke now. Still got a headache?”

“A little one. It started from being in that room for the past few days…”

“I cleaned your bucket already, I’ll change the she—-“

“You don’t have to do that…” Y/N pouts after washing the pills down hearing Daryl sigh before feeling his hand caress her cheek lifting her chin and her gaze to lock on him.

“You’re always takin’ care of me darling. Just let me return the favor”

Once that smile of hers came, Daryl rose to his feet kissing the top of her head. “I’m finally gonna make you that soup”

“Yes!” Y/N shouts wincing a bit to the pulsing pain in her head that the pain killer hasn’t kicked in just yet to get rid of. “Woof…” she rubs her temple for a moment.

After Daryl got the pot on the stove, he went to change the sheets in the bedroom while Y/N laid on the couch for a bit. He tossed the dirty cheers in the basket, about to grab the ones previous that he cleaned with unscented stuff when he heard footsteps behind him. He was going to turn around but felt the familiar warmth that came from his partner when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I gotta—-“

“It can wait a minute. Haven’t held you in a few days…becoming touch starved” Y/N sighs holding him for a bit feeling him shift in her embrace but enough for him to turn toward her caging her in his arms.

“Once you’ve got some food other than toast in your system. We can cuddle”

“Mmm that better be a promise, Daryl Dixon”

And it was.

Once Y/N finally had a meal of sorts that didn’t instantly leave her system or threaten to do so. She found herself already fast asleep but in the embrace of the archer that finally got a good nights sleep knowing she will pull through from this illness.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

lil joel x reader drabble

sexual tension and some nudity. we all know what's coming next.

Okay but what if you don't really know Jackson!Joel, you just nod at him whenever you pass him by in the street (because that's what you do in Jackson), and you know nothing about him except what everybody knows: he walked all the way there with the girl, he's lethal, he's Tommy's brother, he's fucking dangerous, but when he looks at Ellie he smiles, and when she reads him puns from that book of hers he laughs, and it's the sound of someone who has longed to laugh for many, many years.

So one day he delivers something to your door. I don't really know what, maybe soup or something, and when you accept it, your fingers touch, and you lose your grip for a moment, and you spill it all over his plaid and jeans.

"Shit, oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking clumsy!"

"Don't worry about it, no harm done."

"Dammit, it's all over your clothes!"

"It's okay."

"I'm really sorry!"

And somehow he ended up inside your house, carrying the pot or whatever to the kitchen, where he puts it down, before assessing the damage. He takes off the plaid, and the t-shirt underneath is fine.

"Gimme that, I'll clean it for you."

"You really don't have to."

"I want to," you stress. "It was my fault. Come on, jeans too."

He has already handed you the plaid, but now he's shaking his head.

"Joel, I insist. Go home, get changed, bring me back the jeans."

"I only have this one pair."

"All the more reason for me to clean them!" you point out as you turn your back and go to the sink, turning on the water and putting down the plaid. "Come on now, you think I haven't seen a guy in his undies before?"

You try to make your voice light, but you know you failed. It has been a long time since you last saw a man in his undies, and a man like Joel Miller...

You hear him taking off his boots, then the rustle of his jeans, finally the belt buckle hitting the floor with a low thunk. When you turn around to accept the pants, you stop still.

Except for the t-shirt and socks, he's naked. The hem of the shirt just about covers the little round of his belly, and you can very plainly see the dark hair running down between his legs, where his cock and balls hang snugly against the mass of hair.

You gulp, and realize that you have stared at his crotch for longer than is considered polite. When you meet his gaze, you see that he is teasing you. He's not even holding the jeans in front of his crotch, oh no, his hand is resting comfortably at his side.

"You do realize that I can't go out like this?" he asks you in a low voice that makes the hairs at the nape of your neck stand up. You nod, stupefied.

"And that I'll have to wait here until my pants are dry?"

You nod again. He takes a couple of steps towards you, and hands you the jeans. You accept them, hand trembling slightly, and turn around quickly to shove the jeans into the sink, along with the plaid. You look for the soap, the drain stopper, and splash water on the floor.

"You need any help?"

Joel is suddenly right behind you, startling you as one of his hands come to rest on your waist.

"I'm good," you manage.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll just let these soak..."

You turn off the water, and take a deep breath. Okay, here goes.

Slowly, you turn around, your hip grazing his cock that doesn't seem to limp anymore. Joel takes a step closer, trapping you between himself and the sink.

"They gotta soak for a while," you tell him quietly, before clearing your throat. "For quite a while, in fact."

He smirks, and leans in to press his lips against yours.

[floralpascal]

Water Temperature

Summary: Gaz likes baths and showers cold. You like yours super hot. It leads to some teasing on both sides

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 492

Rating: Mature (Some sexual insinuations though so 18+ only, mdni!)

Warnings: nudity, gratuitous looks from everyone involved, hints of sexual insinuations, talk of super hot and cold water

A/N: This is just a cute little drabble that came to me randomly a couple days ago while I was taking a steaming-hot bath. Enjoy the cuteness!

Gaz stood in front of the bathroom sink, eyes fixed intently on the mirror as he carefully shaved his face. 

The warmth of your bath enveloped you, drawing the tension from your body with ease. Laying your head back against the bathtub wall, you lazily eyed Kyle as he worked, shirtless and clad only in workout shorts. His muscles moved and worked as he lifted his arm to reach the side of his beard, a sight you never seemed to get tired of.

“Ever feel like you’re bein’ watched, babe?” He teased as he stretched his neck to the side, his eyes darting to you mischievously for only a second before he returned his focus to the mirror.

You laughed, readjusting your legs in the water. “I’m not ashamed, I like the view.”

With one last swipe, he finally finished. He laid the razor back on the counter before turning to you with a smirk. As his eyes slid up and down your naked form, he countered, “Oh, I bet I like my view more.”

“Wanna join me?”

An amused eyebrow of his shot up, like your idea was ludicrous. With two strides he was at the edge of the tub. He bent down and put a finger in to test the water as cautiously as he could. As soon as the tip of his finger brushed the surface of the water, he was yanking his hand away. 

“As much as I’d love to join you in the ninth circle of hell, sweetheart,” he said, “I don’t think I could even dip my toes in there, let alone my whole body.”

You gave him an incredulous laugh. “The ninth circle of hell?”

“Baby, your baths and showers put volcanoes to shame. I’d love to join you, but I just don’t think I’d make it out of there alive.”

The bath water moved with your laughter. As you playfully flicked cooled-off droplets of water at him with your fingers, you asked, “And you would rather I take my baths and showers in the Arctic like you do?”

He rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his mouth. “So dramatic,” he groaned. “My water isn’t even that cold when I’m home. You should see how cold the showers are when I’m at work.”

“You might as well just have an ice bath at that point. That sounds like torture, Kyle.”

He shrugged. “It’s all about perspective, babe. Your tub of boiling water seems more like torture to me.”

You leaned forward, taking his hand with your wet one — not that Kyle seemed to care. “How about I get out of here, get dried off, and then we can go lay on the couch together? That sound like a better deal?”

He nodded, his brown eyes sweeping up and down your body again. “Yeah. Can’t promise I’ll let you make it to the couch, though…”

Smiling, you pulled the stopper to let the water out. 

[redhalmao]

Headcanon: Tim checks Bernard's pulse, a lot.

Bernard knows that he was not supposed to notice, but he can't help himself.

Tim checks his pulse. Like a worrying number of times.

Although the action in itself, Bernard shouldn't find it too alarming. It's Gotham for pete's sake, Bernard will proudly bark out laugh at you if you call yourself a Gotham native and NOT know how to CPR/check someone's pulse. It's just that Bernard feel like it's another small detail that cements the fact Tim is Red Robin. Tim's life was supposed to be a sunshine n' rainbows, dazzling, glamorous and fairly safe world of the rich or famous, but no one from that world should check a person's pulse with that much confidence and effectiveness. Tim checks Bernard's pulse like every fiber of his being was trained to.

Oh another thing that bothers Bernard is that Tim m typically checks Bernard's pulse when it's a quiet moment.

And those moments become the loudest that Bernard felt.

***

At the time, Bernard is too tired to move his study session back to his room. Add in the the combination of Tim's harsh lamp light glaring at him for the past 4 hours and lack of Monster drinks, his eyes deserves a much needed break. So, Bernard is just happy to accept his fate of laying down on Tim's very inviting soft couch.

Bernard soon loses himself to the fuzzy feeling of the boathouse that slightly rocks his body. His legs readjusts to the boats motion and Bernard hugs himself together to roll with the movement better. Bernard hummed at the moment he realizes that a storm must be coming and must be the one causing rocking.

Huh, Tim should really put some more rocker stoppers. Bernard curled farther into the couch at that thought.

Within a half of hour later, Bernard sleepily heard some commotion outside. Throughout the next hour, the boat slowly stopped rocking. Bernard curled towards the couch and it's pillows, silently mourning the lack of soothing rocking.

A window opens.

Rain comes in.

A couple of steps towards Bernard's self claimed study mess area.

A click of the lamp's switch being turned off.

A lot more steps.

A series of clicks and zips echos throughout the small boat.

A shower turns on.

After a good while, the shower turns off.

A wet towel has been dropped, rustle of clothing.

Steps going towards to the couch, to himself, Bernard.

Bernard is not delusional, he knew that there was a good chance that Tim would still be on that week long "business trip" a little bit longer than he did he would. That Bernard would have a lot better chance of seeing Tim in their favorite breakfast restaurant tomorrow than Tim surprising Bernard by crashing into study session in own boathouse at this afternoon.

But the buzzing feeling of Tim of brushing the back of his hair was so addictive that he couldn't help but thank his lucky stars that he was a bit impatient today.

As Tim sinks into the couch and curls into Bernard, the his brushing of Bernard's hair turns into his hand skimming to Bernard's neck.

Bernard had to stop himself to chuckling from the ticklish feeling, but he did let himself reply with a hum. Bernard reached and stuck the Tim's wandering hand on his neck and turned around.

"Hey"

"Hey, yourself."

And that's when Bernard felt it. Bernard knows that Tim's other hand was supposed to be comforting and distracting Bernard by brushing his hair, but the brush of his neck turned to a soft press. The distraction would have worked it if it weren't for the vulnerability of Tim's eyes, he would have missed it. The look in Tim's eyes, makes Bernard wrap his arms and legs around him.

"Are you okay?"

Bernard wants to laugh, of course Tim asks him as of he doesn't have the eyes of a veteran soldier that just relived through their personal hell.

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"Hmm, just stressing about the company."

Tim pulls away, as he does, his hand travels away from Bernard's neck and on to his face. He rubs little circles on Bernard's face. Tim smiles.

Bernard wants to cry.

[eekshade]

Cliché

Bucky Barnes x m!reader

Word Count: 1353

Warnings/Info: very cheesy!!, Bucky paid in advance, I wrote this while tired so it's not the best, this isn’t a au; Bucky just needed a job because hero business doesn’t pay well, very brief mentions to y/n having bad past relationships

Part One

It has been around a week since Bucky and y/n had first met, the two talked briefly through text, before Bucky asked y/n out for their first date. Bucky has now found himself standing in a small flower shop near y/n’s place unable to choose what kind of flowers to get for him. After a few minutes of an internal debate he finally settled on a warmly colored bouquet with a mixed variety of flowers (favoring carnations and baby’s breath), he left the store with enough time to enjoy his walk and properly plan what he was going to say.

Bucky arrived at y/n’s door a few minutes early giving him time to stress, he hadn’t really thought about how nervous he was until he had to actually knock on the door. Deciding to just get it over with, he raised his right arm and softly hit the door three times. Less than a moment had passed before the door swung open to reveal y/n in all of his glory, dressed in casual clothing but in a way one could tell he was done up; a smile across his face, that only grew at the sight of the flowers.

“Hi.” Bucky greeted with a smile, as he handed the other man the blossom.

“Hey.” Y/n replied as he quickly, but ever so gently took the flowers from Bucky and brought them into his home gesturing Bucky to follow. Bucky watched as y/n put a drain stopper into the sink, filling it up slightly as a way to turn it into a makeshift vase.

“You ready?” Y/n asked, as he for the second time, looked Bucky up and down.

“Yeah.” Bucky replied as he led the way toward the door.

The walk was fairly fast because the restaurant was only a few blocks from y/n’s house, it was a cute, small place, it was dimly lit, almost a cross between a bar and a cafe. Bucky’s nerves were going mad as he watched y/n for his reaction; his heart only beating faster when he saw the smile etched onto the younger's face. The waiter came over to sit them at a two person table near a window.

“I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” Y/n commented as Bucky pulled his chair out for him.

“Oh how polite of you!” Y/n dramatically swooned with a hand over his forehead, as he sat.

“I try, I try.” Bucky joked back, he walked over to his chair after he pushed y/n in.

Both men laugh as they look down at their respective menus, they quietly decide what they both want to order. Y/n put his menu down, to find Bucky quietly staring at him. Before Bucky could get embarrassed by it y/n started to talk.

“Well Bucky, you already know quite a bit about me, I feel it's only right you level it out.” Y/n emphasized this by gently nudging Bucky’s foot with his own.

“What do you wanna know?” Bucky responded with a shy smile, he wanted to be able to bond but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the thick of it yet.

“How about we start with what you do for work.” Y/n softly questioned.

“I do a lot of random freelancing, mostly manual labor, sometimes for the government, but that’s kind of rare.” Bucky responded truthfully, trying to not lie, while not really telling the whole truth; at least not yet.

“You like it?”

“It’s not fun by any means but it gets me by, not that I’m complaining.” Bucky added the last part hastily.

“Oh no no no, I definitely get that.” Y/n replied with widened eyes and a smirk.

The waiter walks up to the table to give them both water and to take their orders. Y/n ordered first, then Bucky, the waiter scribbling them both down onto his pocket notepad. The two men fall into a comfortable rhythm of y/n (remembering that Bucky said he prefers to have others lead the conservation) asking Bucky questions about his life and for his opinions of current events, which Bucky was mostly confused by, seeing as he didn’t really pay attention to pop culture.

They finished their meals and the waiter asked if either of them wanted a box, they both declined, after the waiter walked away Bucky asked y/n if he’s ready to leave.

“We haven’t paid the bill yet.” Y/n laughed in response.

“I already got that, don’t you worry.” Bucky replied while he stood and started walking over to y/n.

“Awe, thank you but you know you didn’t have to.” Y/n half heartedly scolded him.

“Of course I did?” Bucky became confused when he saw y/n’s amused expression, “I asked you out, so I paid. It’s common decency.” He added.

“Huh.” Y/n offhandedly shrugged while he stood from the chair Bucky had just pulled out for him.

“What.”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just not used to that I suppose.” Y/n and Bucky were now leisurely walking out of the restaurant.

Bucky tilts his head and smiles warmly, “I think you have just been hangin’ around the wrong people.” Y/n laughs to show his agreement.

Bucky walks y/n back to his place, making some brief small talk during it but mostly remaining in a comfortable silence. Bucky walks y/n up to his door and they stop in front of it.

“I don’t know about you, but I had a really good time.” Bucky states in a jokingly over the top tone.

“Yeah me too,” Y/n unlocks his door but doesn’t open it, instead choosing to lean his back against the frame of the door, looking at Bucky who stood two feet away at best. “Thank you really for dinner, even though I was more than willing to help pay.” Y/n added on in an accusatory tone.

“You’re too pretty to be worrying about all of that doll.” Bucky replied as he took a step forward, a smirk that was displayed on his face quickly grew into a smile after seeing y/n’s face at the pet name.

“Doll, huh?” Y/n responded as coolly as he possibly could.

“Yeah, do you not like it?” The question was not necessary as both parties already knew the answer.

“No, no,” y/n paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “It’s cute.”

“Good, that’s kind of what I was going for.” Bucky replied evenly and y/n could have sworn he saw him wink.

The two men both stood still, as they stared quietly at each other. Bucky was the first to move as he slowly took another step toward the younger man. Y/n pushed himself off of the door frame now breaking away from Bucky’s eyes to look at his slightly chapped lips. Bucky softly grabbed y/n’s jaw with one hand and his neck with the other, pulling him into an even softer kiss. It lasted less than a few seconds, Bucky pulling away in order to gauge y/n’s reaction. Y/n breathed out a small noise of disappointment before laughing awkwardly; a laugh so quiet that Bucky could barely hear it despite being only inches away from the other male. Bucky, now sure that what he was doing was alright with y/n he kissed him again this time showing a bit more confidence, while still keeping the softness of it all. The pair only stopped for the sake of breathing, Bucky deciding he didn’t want to do too much on day one, was the first to back up.

“See you soon?” Bucky’s voice was quiet and full of hope.

“Of course.” Y/n responded in the same demeanor, unable to hide his lovesick smile.

“Bye, doll.” Bucky leaned forward and gave y/n a quick kiss on his temple before turning and walking away from the door, y/n watched for a small moment before finally going back into his own home.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Partners in Crime 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, allusions to abuse including body-shaming, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker

Summary: you’re left reeling after your divorce but the chaos has only begun. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Wakey, wakey,” the voice draws you up from the sludge. You pry your eyelids apart and groan. 

You’re still nestled against Lee but you can see something past him, a fleshy blur. The man at your side squeezes you and rolls onto his back. He sighs and rubs his eyes. 

“You gonna sleep all day or we gonna get down to it?” Lloyd asks. 

You squeak as you spy his bare chest and stomach, blocking out the rest as you cover your face with your hand. Lee snarls and untangles from you as he sits up. “Goddamn, Hansen, put some fucking clothes on.” 

“Don’t be jealous,” Lloyd snickers. “You like the way it hangs?” 

“Piss off,” the slap of flesh makes you flinch and Lloyd yelps. 

“Damn it, that was too close,” he exclaims. 

“Next time I won’t miss,” Lee’s weight leaves the bed. “Cover up.” 

A huff and a rustle follow and you dare to peek out between your fingers. Lee comes back to you, in a tank and boxers, holding a fluffy pink robe open. “Come on, darling. We gotta get the day started.” 

Lloyd’s behind him in a black silk robe, smoothing his mustache with his fingers. He looks agitated with the bristly hairs. You sit up, quaking, unsure what else to do but what you’re told. You got too used to waking up alone and peaceful. Yet, you can’t say what’s worse, them or your ex. 

“We’ll get ya washed up and dressed, then we’ll sit down and eat,” Lee slings his arm across your shoulders. He seems even bigger than the day before. They both do. “How’s that sound?” 

“Good,” you eke out. What you know is that obedience is safe. Any sign of resistance only got you worse. 

He keeps you wrapped up and Lloyd grumbles as he leads you past, “we really gonna drag this out?” 

“We have a plan,” Lee insists. “You agreed. We wanna take care of her. Give her what she never had. Stop being a jerk.” 

“I’m not. I'm just saying. Rip the bandaid off,” Lloyd turns and follows. 

You look over your shoulder as he crosses his arms, his blue eyes sharp as he squints back at you. Of the two, he makes you more nervous. You know better than to trust in self-control, but Lee it a bit less scary. 

You turn your head straight and take in the hallway. The house is nice. The walls are half-panel, half floral. An old-fashioned sort of domesticity. The white trim is clean and elegant and the runner rug is delicate patterned in a complementary pattern. 

Lee turns you through a door with a crystal knob. You fold your hands together as he ushers you into the bathroom. The porcelain shine and the counter is the same ivory as the trim in the hallway.

There’s an oval mirror over the sink basin, a shelf of neatly folded towels in various sizes mounted on the wall. The bath mat is a blue rose, the walls a lighter shade of the same, and a clawfoot tub stands near the far wall.  

You take it all in. In any other circumstance, you would be in awe. You can only curl into yourself as you try to disappear. This can’t be real. These men can’t be either. 

“You go on, get yourself in,” Lee detaches and steps forward to twist on the faucet. He bends with a grunt to put the stopper in place. “Got everything you need. Soaps, salts, bombs.” 

Your eyes scan the shelf along the tub and all the colourful bottles, jars, and trays. You slowly come forward and peer down into the lapping water. Lee backs up as you sense Lloyd lingering behind. 

“Want me keep an eye on her?” Lloyd slithers. “Don’t want her to fall in.” 

“Go get her something to wear,” Lee commands. 

“No, you,” the other argues. 

“Don’t be ornery,” Lee rebukes. 

“No. You.” Lloyd repeats more tersely than before. 

There’s a sigh, “we’ll both go.” Lee insists. 

You stay as you are. You wait until the door shuts before you move. You look down at the silk night gown and the cool air sets prickles across your skin. There’s a click behind you. They’ve locked you in. As nice as they are trying to be, they don’t trust. You’re still their prisoner. 

You brace your head as you quiver. How could this happen to you? Why? How did they know who you are? How to find you? You don’t quite believe everything they’ve told you. They seem to know more about you than they should. 

Maybe it’s your ex-husband. He can’t torture you so he sent these two to do so. How cruel can he be? 

When the door opens again, you flinch. You rub your arms and shiver.

“Now, don’t let the thing overflow,” Lee chides. “Get in, honey.” 

Lloyd hums in agreement. You glance back at them. You want them to leave but you don’t think they will. You face the tub again and shudder. 

You close your eyes. You're back in the bedroom you once shared with your husband. Alone. You’re in a towel, sifting through your closet, looking for something to wear to his work thing. You unwrap the cotton from around you and hear a scoff. 

“Sixteen,” your husband’s voice crawls across the room as he appears in the doorway. “Sixteen dimples in your ass. Last time I counted, was only twelve.” 

Your eyes snap open as the balmy air roils over the tub. Your nose tingle hotly. The two strange men are going to see all your dimples and marks and scars. You know they did last night but you were too terrified to think about it. And this is different. It’s so bright in here. 

You scrunch the satin in your fists and lift it slowly. You sniffle as you unveil yourself to the room. To them. You tense and swoop the fabric over your head and drop it. You shake as you step forward and angle your leg over the edge of the tub. 

You try to ignore your audience and the gristly noises wafting from them. Are they disgusted by you? Disappointed? You turn and lower yourself into the hot water. Their silhouettes loom beside you. 

“Ain’t that nice?” Lee asks. “You just relax.” 

“Hard to relax fully-cocked,” Lloyd snickers. 

“Shut up,” Lee snaps and slaps his arm. “Get outta here.” 

“Stop telling me what to do.” 

“We’re both gonna leave her be,” Lee insists. You stare at the tiled wall, humiliated. The way they talk about you like you’re not there, like you’re a thing. “Let her get situated then we can get her settled in.” 

“You’re a fucking softie, Bodecker,” Lloyd sneers. 

“And you’re a pain in my ass,” he shoves the man back, “stop cussin' and come on.” 

[echo-goes-mmm]

Silas and Wren 2.0 #5

Masterpost

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Warnings: past dub/noncon

Silas paced in his room. 

As much as he hated solitude, he’d grown accustomed to it. Now that he had company, what was there to say?

He’d gotten what he wanted, but it didn’t help the emptiness inside him.

Typical. 

He stopped, sighing. Maybe… maybe he just needed some time. To get used to another person again; or maybe time for the pain of rejection to leave.

If it ever left.

Silas opened his door, bumping into Wren. 

Wren squeaked at the impact. He stepped back, his honey-brown eyes wild.

“Sorry,” Silas apologized. “I didn’t know you were there.”

Wren's expression shifted in a flash, from fear to a placid smile, but Silas could hear his frantic heartbeat.

“I should have watched where I was going,” he said, polite as always. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Wren was afraid of him.

Of course Wren was afraid of him; how could he expect anything different? He shouldn’t hope for anything good from the universe. Nothing ever panned out right.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Wren’s relief was nearly imperceptible, but it was there.

“What’re you up to?” Silas asked.

Wren tensed again, and Silas could have smacked himself. “I’m only curious,” he added.

“I- I was looking for a duster, Master. To clean with.”

“Oh. Uh, I don’t think I have one. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, Master, I’ll make do,” Wren said with a sunny smile. It didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Silas wondered how many smiles Wren had faked before. He was too good at it.

“You don’t have to clean for me.”

Wren shifted. “I’d be happy to,” he said. “I don’t mind, Master.”

Silas knew a losing battle when he saw one.

“Well, alright. You don’t need to call me ‘master’, though. Just Silas will do.”

“Yes, Master Silas,” replied Wren automatically.

Silas sighed internally, and went downstairs.

So much for bonding. How did people make friends?

Silas scanned the bookshelf, looking for something to read. 

Unfortunately, he had read all of his books many times, and he really didn’t feel like risking the streets for the bookstore. 

The library was outside his pitiful territory, and out of the question.

Silas worried his lip. Maybe he could send Wren to buy a book or two?

He glanced at the clock. Ten pm. The bookstore closed at nine.

It was just as well, really. He couldn’t afford to spend money so frivolously. Sure, the banks were as happy to service vampires as they were humans- money was money after all- but his pockets were not as deep as most of his kin. 

Wren alone was a sizable expense, and he had to buy food for him every week. Not to even mention furnishing the attic room. No new books for a while, then.

Silas grabbed a random title and sat in his armchair. He flipped to the first chapter, skimming the words.

Nothing jumped out at him; the plot couldn’t hold his attention. He had read it too many times.

Silas scrubbed a hand over his face. 

He missed his sired siblings, even though they disliked him. He missed games and chatter and jokes, even if he was mostly left out.

But most of all he missed Felix; the only other person in his nest that didn’t hate him.

If only things had been different.

Silas sighed, and stood to put the book away.

___________________

Wren finished dusting the top of the kitchen shelves. No one had cleaned up there in ages, and no wonder. He had to climb on top of the counter to get to it.

Wren wiped off the counters one more time, and admired his work.

The kitchen was sparkling from top to bottom. He’d even mopped the floor, despite the lack of a proper mop.

Luckily, he’d found some rags in the bathroom closet. It seemed a rather strange place to keep them, but it wasn’t his place to question his Master’s organization system.

Speaking of his Master, Silas hadn’t fed from him yet. Surely he was hungry.

Wren put the stopper in the sink and filled it with hot water. He left the rags to soak, and went looking for his owner.

___________________

Master Silas was in the living room, staring off into space. His hands were folded in front of him, and his legs were stretched out.

Wren hesitated.

“Are you alright, Master?”

Silas turned his head, his gray eyes landing on him. Master looked away after only a moment.

“I’m fine,” he said.

Wren hesitated. “You haven’t had breakfast,” he said.

“I’m not hungry. Just… bored.”

What did he mean? A vampire who wasn’t hungry? Laughable. Incomprehensible. Then again, who was Wren to question him?

Boredom, though, he could fix.

Wren didn’t particularly want to at the moment- he was probably covered in dust- but it was about time he did his duty for Master Silas.

“I could entertain you, Master,” he offered, keeping his voice as pleasant and agreeable as possible.

Silas looked at him again. Wren’s hands twitched at the hem of his shirt, waiting for the order to strip.

It didn’t come.

Silas stood up. He walked to the shelf, and pulled down a box.

Confusion and relief swirled through him. A game. Just a board game.

“Do you know how to play Carcassonne?”

“I can learn, Master.”

Silas set the box on the coffee table, and Wren inched forward. Master began to pull out the pieces, and Wren sat on the rug across from him.

One day, soon, Master Silas would take him to the bedroom and Wren would find out what kind of Master he was. What he liked, and how to really please him.

But for now, Master wanted him to play a game.

Wren tried to pay attention as Master Silas explained the rules, but a thought nagged at him.

Why didn’t Silas want to bed him? 

No one had ever turned him down before. He never really had to offer before, either. It was a given; understood that Wren was always available. No Master needed to be bored when he was around.

It had been three days and Silas showed no sign of interest.

No Master had ever waited so long. Some took him into the bedroom immediately, others waited until evening came. One in particular, the worst of them, had bent him over the nearest piece of furniture as soon as they had walked through the door. 

But three days? Unheard of.

Silas placed the first square, and Wren was struck with a horrifying thought.

Was something wrong with him?

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[princeloww]

Is it true that British people put all their dirty dishes in the sink after putting the stopper in and don't rinse them afterwards.

Asking as an Asian who hears a lot of funny rumours about British people.

umm the way its done kind of depends on the person/family? A lot of people would use a basin, so they fill it with hot water and washing up liquid and then wash in that (inside of the sink, but pour it out after)

But a lot would clean the actual sink, put the plug in, and fill it with hot water + fairy liquid (or whatever brand) and then just wash the dishes (with a sponge or cloth) like that, if that's what you mean?? And then you dry everything on the draining board and then wipe everything down

unless you're rich and have a dish washer. also i am irish forgive me if there's some kind of weird english dish washing ritual I haven't heard of

[half-life-citizen]

Here's my fic for @starryeyed-seer for the @fallenlondonficswap!

I always appreciate a good longing for the sun :)

The bandaged man closed the creaking door behind him, a tired look in his eyes as he sighs and walks towards the armchair, his body aching in protest at every step.

The day had been tiring for him, there had been an accident, what was supposed to be a shipment of ammunition to the Eastern reaches of the Zee had ended in disaster, an entire ship had gone up in flames, at least two wouldn't be returning from the boatman; it's not as if he didn't care about the ship, but his mind drifted to the zailors who's last memory was a fireball heading down a cramped steel corridor.

As he sat in the armchair, plush cushions adjusting to his form and making him a bit more relaxed, it gave Digby an idea, he needed a reprieve.

He usually didn't touch the stuff, but the stresses of Hallowmas and the recent accident at the docks made him reconsider his previous approach to what was hidden under a tile near the fireplace.

Cold fingertips scrabbled for purchase on the tile, a small grunt escaping the old man's lips as he slides the old stone away, revealing a hidden compartment.

There were two bottles there, one very expensive looking with gold inlays and thick, brown glass that housed a golden brown liquid seated next to a much, much less impressive bottle, just a glass bottle with a cork stopper that was falling apart, filled with a clear liquid.

He wasn't here for either of them, he was here for the small box tucked away in the dusty hiding spot.

A lacquered wood box stared back at the old man, an expensive and very illegal treasure that he had “confiscated” from a manager's office.

He hefted the box from the hole, and slid the tile back, and carefully sat back down in his armchair with the box on his lap.

He had surprisingly never done this before, despite his love for the bottle he had never seen the contents of a mirror-catch box before, he'd always deemed it too much of a risk to take.

But he needed this, he couldn't afford to be hungover tomorrow as he knew there would be meetings and angry letters to read and a plethora of things that would be very hard to accomplish with a pounding headache and an urge to crawl under the closest desk.

He put his mind away from his thoughts of tomorrow and looked towards the box again.

Deciding that there was no time like the present, Digby slid the box open and saw nothing but gol-

The skies are empty and cold, with one exception.

You feel the glow of your paramour on your shell, warming the black surface up as you drift away slowly.

You hurtle towards the rock that orbits your love, the surface growing closer and closer as you begin to enter the atmosphere.

As you crash towards the blue sphere, you do not think of the message inscribed on yourself, nor the sorrow you feel when you imagine delivering it; but the worry that your plan will fail, that no matter what you do it will never change the fate of your love.

You are surrounded by cold water, it hisses and turns to steam when it makes contact with your burning shell, and as you descend below the waves, you can feel the light of your love begin to fade as you sink deeper and deeper.

Until you thud against the lake floor. And begin to tunnel.

The silt and mud cools you as you dig deeper and deeper, you think back to the messages you used to give to your love, and how its radiance would warm you and ebb into you, a stark difference from the cold voids you would usually travel.

Lacre seeps from you as the cold sets in, as the realisation of how long you will spend down in the dark sets in.

At the realisation that even if you feel that glow again, it might be for the last time.

The old man awakes in a stupor, clutching his head and sweating, the box lies open on the floor next to him, he can't remember why he opened it, and all he feels is a desire to lie down, and to cry.

He scrambles up onto his chair and weakly closes his eyes, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

[buckysgrace]

Forty Nine

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist!

CW: light food play

Christmas Eve came faster than he prepared for. He didn’t feel very confident in any of his gifts, but figured it was best to get something rather than nothing. He’d wrapped all of his presents with Kim, minus the things that he’d gotten for her. 

“What are you doing for the holidays?” Cindy had questioned him the day before, somehow managing to bend over lowly on the sink without getting her clothes wet. He shook his head as he looked away, irritated with how she just didn’t seem to get the hint. It seemed like it was getting worse as the holidays crept up, for whatever reason. It was like she was expecting something from him. He’d torn down the little mistletoes that Rosemary had placed up for decoration as he somehow always found himself under the doorway with Cindy at the same time. 

“Staying in.” He answered simply as he finished stacking the pans that needed to be dried, hoping that she would get the hint and move. She didn’t. She stayed put, like an annoying rock. He wondered if he could ever get Kim to tell her off too. 

“If you get bored, you could come over to my place. My parents don’t pay much attention.” She said slyly as she twisted her blonde strands around her fingers. It was slightly stiff, like she’d dyed it one too many times.

“No thanks,” He answered, “I’ll be with my girlfriend.” He told her truthfully as he roughly tugged the drain stopper free from the sink. He stared down as the water disappeared in rough circles down the drain. 

“You’re dating someone?” She asked him incredulously, leaning forward to once again gain his attention. He resisted the urge to grab his cigarette that was placed behind his ear and light it up, feeling more jittery than usual. He’d noticed that he’d been smoking twice as much as usual since he had been clean on everything else. That was irritating too. 

“Uh yeah,” He answered as he knitted his eyebrows together, “I thought you knew.” He said in confusion, a little surprised that Rosemary hadn’t been rambling about their situation at the moment. He thought for a moment, realizing that he hadn’t really announced it. Then again, he wasn’t doing much to hide his relationship either. He’d snuck off with Kim to the bathroom for about an hour the previous Saturday. He thought they had gotten some odd looks when they’d returned, but perhaps he was overthinking it. 

“I don’t,” She said sharply, “Who is it?” She narrowed her eyes as she watched him, as if it was some secret. He cocked his eyebrow as he grabbed the hose, spraying the excess items down the drain as he thought about how truthful he should be. Fuck it. 

“Kim,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’m dating Kim.” He said simply, knowing it was none of Cindy’s business anyways. His dislike for her only grew the more that Kim added on about how she used to treat her. Cindy’s eyes widened as she took a step back, looking as if the information had just smacked her in the face. 

“Kim?” Cindy looked at him surprised, “But she’s your…” She trailed off as she shook her head, as if she had somehow heard him wrong. He chewed on his bottom lip to hide his own amusement. 

“Sister,” He answered for her, “Not by blood. But yeah.” He nodded his head in agreement, ensuring that he kept eye contact with her. The color in her cheeks fled as her jaw dropped, looking at him in horror. 

“Never mind,” She said as she stood and turned on her heel, “I take my invitation back.” She snipped towards him as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, as if he was supposed to care. He nearly shouted after her, wanting to remind her about her hair net before he decided against it. She certainly wasn’t worth it. 

“William,” Rosemary said sternly, though she held a smile to her lips as she spoke, “Don’t be scaring my staff off.” He snorted as he washed his hands, scrubbing at them until he was sure he didn���t feel any little crumbs clinging to his skin. 

“She wouldn’t leave me alone,” He grumbled, “Now she will.” He said as he sighed in relief, already excited about the prospect of not having to look over his shoulder every time she was around. 

“What did you get Kim for Christmas?” Rosemary asked as she handed him a clean towel. He dried his hands off, thinking about it for a moment. He felt like he needed to get something else with her present, but he had no idea what she’d want. He felt like he was overlooking little things. 

“I got her a lot of candies,” He answered truthfully, “A new book series she was talking about, some socks and then some different yarn patterns. Oh, and this new album by Dolly Parton. Well, it’s not new. It came out at the beginning of this year.” He rambled off for a moment before he quickly shut himself down, realizing he was picking up on one of Kim’s bad habits. 

“You’re nervous.” Rosemary observed, looking amused as she helped him put the dry dishes up onto the racks. He thought for a moment, wondering if she was having similar thoughts to him. The only real Christmas he’d had was with her and he’d been too small to get any gifts then. Even with Susan, he didn’t get anything for the girls. Things were different then. 

“I’m shit gift giver.” He decided on at last, figuring that was the safer route to go down. It was the truth. He just didn’t have much practice with buying gifts. He felt like he’d done a little bit better than what he had for her birthday. 

“I think she’d love anything you gave her,” Rosemary replied with a gentle smile, “She’s not picky when it comes to you.” She told him truthfully. He knew that she was right, but he still didn’t think that his presence was a great gift. He wanted to do something special for her. He just didn’t know how. 

“I know,” He mumbled in agreement, “She just deserves good things.” He said at last, wondering if he could even come close to getting her something better than Pearl. He wasn’t sure that two cats would go over well, especially knowing Pearl. She’d probably be too jealous to handle another cat. 

“So do you.” Rosemary said softly, knitting her dark eyebrows together as if she was worried that he didn’t realize that. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her statement, but it was easier to handle those words now than what it would’ve been a few months ago. 

“I’m sure she’s gone all out,” He chuckled softly, “I don’t have to worry about that.” He said truthfully, sure that she had gotten him all sorts of cute little things. She overdid herself more often than not. 

“Are you getting a ring?” Rosemary’s question surprised him, even though he knew it shouldn’t. He figured that Sam would eventually slip the news to her. 

“Does Sam have loose lips?” He challenged in return, watching the way she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked determined for a moment, like she was going to defend Ssam before she slowly relaxed. 

“Yes,” Rosemary said at last as a smile pulled to her lips, “Very much so, actually. He’s very bad at lying. It’s how I knew each time he fell off.” She chewed on her bottom lip, looking amused as she shared a secret with Billy. He wondered if Kim even knew about that, or if Susan did.

“He’s doing well.” Billy agreed, knowing there was no use in hiding his surprise. He was surprised that Sam hadn’t fallen off the wagon after this long. Especially after everything that had happened. He felt a bit bad for how badly he’d wanted him to become a drunk again. 

“Don’t change the subject,” She told him playfully as she raised a finger up towards him, “Did you get her a ring?” She asked, sounding more excited this time around. He thought that she might be putting in more of an effort towards them, like she was afraid she might lose them both if she didn’t. 

“Not for Christmas,” He told her softly, “It doesn’t feel like it’s the right time.” He replied as he leaned back against the sink, thinking about the date on when he’d have to pick it up. There were still a few weeks left, but he was in no rush. He was worried that if he had it, he’d only be that much more eager to propose to her. 

“Good,” She grinned at him, “You’ll figure it out.” She said softly as she gave him a soft squeeze, making him feel reassured all over again. He kept reminding himself that there was no rush, that nothing would change as long as he stayed on track. It was easier for him to think that way, to encourage himself to stay away from drugs if he made himself believe that she’d leave him if he did them again. He didn’t want to lose her.

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“What are you wearing?” He looked at Kim surprised, his eyes widening as he took in the baggy sweater on her shoulders. It was lumpy, thick and the main color was black. That wasn’t necessarily the issue. There were random candy canes decorated across it, wrapping in different ribbons. Then there were the reindeer that were flying at the bottom of it and the random hearts that were fashioned out of Christmas bulbs. He even spotted a gingerbread man or two with random assortments of white snowflakes. It was horrendous. 

“It’s a Christmas sweater,” Kim protested as she looked down at it, “You don’t like it?” She frowned as she looked at it again, like she was regretting putting it on. He changed his attitude after that, not wanting to disappoint her. 

“It’s cute,” He said softly, as he squeezed her hand, “Very festive.” He said in agreement, trying to keep his expressions more joyful than he was used to. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he didn’t want to upset her either. He watched as Sam passed and he felt his jaw going slack as he was adorned in the same sweater. 

“We got one for you too.” Kim replied sheepishly as she held out the brown bag towards him. He held his palms out, staring at it as he did his best to keep from shuddering. It didn’t even look like it was comfortable. He was sure it was scratchy and that he’d end up getting far too hot before the night was over. 

“Oh,” Billy chewed on his bottom lip, “Thanks.” He nodded his head, feeling like his smile was a little too stiff as he pulled the sweater from the bag. He inhaled softly, reminding himself that he should appreciate it. They could’ve forgotten about him entirely.

“So we can all match,” Rosemary said quickly, “It’ll be fun.” She smiled as she rested her hands on her hips, her face brightening as she watched him. He could tell by the look in her eye that this was some cruel punishment towards them, Kim just failed to see that. 

“I think we have different definitions of fun.” He grumbled as he held it out, noticing that each of the placements of candy canes, reindeer and snowflakes were all different. He would have to burn this later. He’d wear it once, but then never again. 

“Oh we do,” Rosemary piped back, surprising him as he was sure he had whispered it, “But you’ll learn to have fun my way.” She gave him a knowing look, smirking a little like she was quite proud of herself. She ruffled his hair as she walked past him, joining Sam in the kitchen as they began to unload groceries. It had just been Billy and her for a while, as the other three had gone to get some last minute things. 

Kim settled on her knees as she rested next to Billy, sitting close enough that he could breathe in the perfume that was coming off of her. She looked to be deep in thought for a moment, her eyes a little golden from the hue of the Christmas lights as she suddenly turned towards him again. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked him gently, whispering so that no one else could hear them. He sank back into his seat, knowing what she was referencing. He didn’t want to think about Neil. If he thought about Neil he’d want to drink or do something else dumb. He couldn’t allow himself to fall into that trap. 

“Fine,” He dismissed her, “Why?” He asked her in a nonchalant way, watching as her eyes became inquisitive. He had an urge to grip her face and to study them all over again. They still held a hint of sadness, but it wasn’t as severe as they had once been. 

“They haven’t said anything else about Neil?” She asked him, tilting her head as she tried to seek more information. He knew she was just trying to help, but he didn’t want to speak about Neil. He wanted nothing more than to forget Neil, but kept trying to get his mind away from that thought. He knew there was only one way to do that, but he wouldn’t. No matter how badly he twitched for it. 

“Just that he’s alright,” Billy brushed her off, having no desire to speak to Neil and actually check in, “Come on. They’re watching Frosty.” He motioned towards Russell who was currently putting the tape in. 

“Have you called back?” She asked gently as she squeezed at his hand, drawing his attention back to her. Her eyes were so warm and soft, reassuring. He wanted to share everything with her, but not today. He didn’t want to dwell on Neil when he wanted to feel happy right now. 

“He can rot,” Billy said simply, “Let’s watch the movie.” He tugged her forth, pulling her a little closer to his body as Russell moved onto the armchair by himself. Pearl tumbled through the room, nearly knocking into the table before she scurried her way up by Russell. He protested for only a second before he allowed her onto his chest. 

“Can we make cookies later?” She asked him hesitantly, “They don’t have to be gingerbread.” She added a second later, watching as he winced as he thought about all the gingerbread cookies they’d recently eaten. He didn’t care if he had another cookie again. 

“You’re going to make me fat with all these cookies.” He pointed out as he squished at her nose then slowly released before doing it again. She laughed, looking amused as she held onto his wrist. 

“I like cookies,” She said defensively, “And I like how soft you are.” She grinned as she wiggled her way onto his lap. He held onto her, pulling her close in hopes that he could distract her from having to wear that God awful sweater. 

“Do I look like a worm?” He said suddenly, recalling an earlier memory. She flushed, looking a little embarrassed as she turned away from him. He still felt bad for her, wondering how people could be so mean to her. She was gentle, like the light from the moon. 

“My sexy worm,” She giggled as she brushed her cheek against his own, “Very handsome.” She said as she held onto him, sighing softly as they rested against one another. He rubbed at her hips, fighting the urge to slide his hand underneath the sweater and grip her skin. 

“Thanks,” He responded dryly, “I appreciate that.” He shook his head at her words, thinking that she was too cute to deal with. He squeezed her softly as he drifted his eyes towards the cartoon that was beginning to play. 

“Are you going to put your sweater on?” She asked quickly as she looked down at him, her eyes filled with concern like she was questioning whether she should’ve gotten it for him. He chewed on his bottom lip, supposing there was no way around it. 

“Right now,” He answered with a smile as he gently pushed her off of his lap, “I’m going to do that right now.” She laughed as she fell onto her back, grinning up at him as he nudged her ankle and walked towards his room. He usually didn’t mind being shirtless, but he didn’t think his tattoo of her name would get very many praises. Alma had already squeezed him in as early as she could. 

He quickly changed into the sweater, wincing as he confirmed just how scratchy and warm it is. He took it off, put on a wife beater underneath before he pulled the sweater over his head again. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be in it very long. 

“I think you should be on top of the tree, Angel.” Kim tried, grinning from ear to ear with flushed cheeks as she waited for his return. Her eyes lingered over his sweater as she tried to send him a wink, only to end up blinking hard in response. 

“If you were one of Santa’s reindeer,” He drew out slowly as he leaned towards her, whispering into her ear, “You’d be Vixen.” He replied hotly, smirking at the way she shivered. He licked the crook of her neck for good measure, earning a soft squeal from her before he plopped himself back into the seat. 

“That’s cheating.” She mumbled as she curled up to him, crossing her fingers over her stomach like she was trying to think of something else to say. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, placing a chaste kiss against her cheek. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” He teased as he rubbed her shoulder softly, “You did pretty good.” He told her, feeling like it was better than the other one he’d heard. She shook her head, looking like she disagreed with that statement. 

“I’ll get you one day.” She spoke determinedly, nodding her head as she glanced away from the movie. He smiled as he held onto her, fully waiting for the day she’d knock his socks off. 

“I’m sure you will.” He responded, not wanting her to stop trying. He thought it was cute and he enjoyed the way her eyebrows furrowed together as she thought to herself. He was enamored with her. Just a bit. 

He didn’t pay much attention to the movie, too distracted as he watched Kim’s mannerisms through it. She had a similar twitch that he did, that he soon noticed as her attention quickly swayed. He was sure her mind was on something else, but once he picked up on that he began to distract her with simple questions. He badgered her quite a bit about her homework, only stopping when Sam announced that she had a phone call. 

“Billy,” Kim paused as she held the phone onto her shoulder some time later, “Come say hi to Max.” She said in excitement, looking quite gleeful like she’d already received all of her presents. He knew she was still hurting about Max being so far apart, but he wondered if things would slowly get better once they passed the holidays. It would be her first Christmas without Max. 

“Do I have to?” He grumbled as he stuck his feet out, unsure of why he had to speak to Max. He wasn’t mad at her, but he’d just prefer to write to her in a letter. To see her over a break. He didn’t need to talk to her over the phone every day. 

“Yes,” She said at last, “Get over here. She wants to talk to you.” She hopped a little on her feet, smiling brightly as she watched him slowly rise. He took his time and part of him wondered if it had to do with Max hearing something about Neil that he didn’t know yet. He was sure that wasn’t the case, but it made him nervous regardless. 

“Hi.” He huffed out, raising his eyebrows at the way Kim lingered for just a second. She turned away a second later, like she had only been there to ensure that he spoke to Max. 

“Merry Christmas,” Max mumbled, “I’m only saying this because Kim made me.” She spit out a second later, sounding like it was important for him to know that information. He snorted, not a bit surprised at that being the case. 

“Same,” He responded, though he could feel his lips twitching into a smile, “Did you get anything for Lucas?” He teased her as he leaned against the wall, thinking about how she’d been questioning him about a few things that Lucas might enjoy more before she left. It had been sports related, which was the only way he knew what to suggest.

“I did actually,” Max said softly, “Did you get anything for Kim?” She challenged in response, sounding like she had her nose stuck up. He shook his head.

“You act like I wouldn’t,” He chuckled softly, “I think she’ll be pretty spoiled this year.” He said, thinking more about Sam and Rosemary than himself. He was sure they had gotten her quite a bit of things. He suddenly wondered how Susan felt as she would only have one of her daughters with her this year. 

“Good,” Max responded and he swore he could hear the smile in her tone, “She sounds like she’s doing better.” She added a little softer, like it was a little secret to keep between them. He glanced over, looking at the way Kim dipped her hand into a bowl to steal a handful of cookie dough before Rosemary noticed. He shook his head.

“She’s doing a lot better,” He said vaguely, not wanting Max to get worried over everything that had happened a few weeks ago, “How are you doing?” He questioned her, hoping that things were going smoother for her as well. 

“I really like it here,” Max said briefly, “It’s just, I don’t know, like home I guess.” She said, sounding like she really didn’t know how to respond. He watched Kim, knowing exactly what she meant.

“I’m glad you’re doing better,” He told her truthfully, “Just don’t be a stranger. We all miss you.” He mumbled the last part, not wanting anyone to overhear him saying that. She responded gently, speaking to him for only a few more minutes before they hung up.

“Is she doing well?” Rosemary smiled as Billy walked towards her, watching as she shuffled another thing of cookies off onto a holiday tray before she rolled out little balls of dough again. He snickered, noticing the way Kim was looking over curiously.

“Yeah, she’s doing fine,” He responded as he stole a hot cookie for Kim, “She said she missed us all.” He responded as he lightly pressed the cookie onto Kim’s hand. She was sitting at the kitchen table, her legs crossed as she waited for him. Her eyes lit up in joy as she nibbled her way into the cookie, licking away at the melted chocolate. 

“Look,” Sam leaned over Kim’s shoulder to place the album in her hands, “Here’s you and Max with Santa through the years.” He said with a soft smile, looking like he was in a distant memory. Billy suddenly wondered if he’d had the chance to talk to Max yet. 

“Oh,” Kim grinned as she looked at the pictures, “She did not look happy.” She laughed softly as she showed a picture to Billy. Max had her arms crossed, her pigtails sideways as she contorted her little lips down into a frown. 

“She liked the little gifts that you guys got after,” He smiled softly, even though it looked a little strained, “She only went up there because you did.” He nodded his head as he thought to himself. Billy suddenly felt bad for him, feeling like Max wasn’t being fair in the situation. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. If anything, he’d done great about raising Max despite the fact that he knew she wasn’t his. 

“She’s silly,” Kim said as she glanced towards Billy, a warm smile on her lips, “Do you have any of Billy?” She looked over her shoulder, glancing towards Rosemary who was washing the empty bowl clean. She paused for a moment.

“It’s in one of his photo albums,” She paused as she thought about it, “Oh those would’ve been cute to put up for Christmas.” She cursed a little, looking like she was making a mental note to do it next year. Russell spoke up from his spot on the couch. 

“What about mine?” He protested, sounding like he was offended about not being in the conversation. Billy glanced over, furrowing his eyebrows together as he took in the odd position Russell had positioned himself into. Sam chuckled as he sat down in the chair next to Kim, looking through the photos once again. 

“I have those too, you stinker,” Rosemary shook her head as she dried her hands off, “I have different baby books for both of you.” She reminded him as she walked over towards them. Kim smiled as she looked back towards her once again.

“Now you can make one with all of us.” Kim suggested, her lips twitching into a soft smile as Rosemary rubbed at her shoulders. She nodded her head, looking like she agreed with that statement. 

Billy helped Rosemary with dinner, although it wasn't as hard as what tomorrow would be. She was planning on making a chicken along with a bunch of other sides for their big meal. Tonight they’d settled on little smokies, broccoli casserole and cheesy potatoes. Kim had started to help them for a little bit, but it wasn’t apparently busy enough for her. She began to work on her crocheting instead, claiming she wanted to try to make a scarf. 

“I made some punch,” Rosemary commented as she held onto Kim, “With ice cream. I think you’ll like it.” She said as she placed the cup into Kim’s open hands. Rosemary had taken what had felt like a thousand different photos as the night continued on. Billy’s cheeks hurt from how many times he’d pulled a smile onto his lips. 

“I like sweets.” Kim said in response, grinning gleefully as she took a sip from the cup. She offered some to Billy but he shook his head, feeling like if he had any more sugar he’d get sick. 

“We know,” Russell said dryly, “You eat all of them.” He pointed out as he bounced a ball back and forth in his palms. Billy shook his head. 

“Sweets are meant to be eaten,” Sam said softly as he winked towards Kim, “I like sweets.” He replied as he leaned forward to snag a second cookie from the tray. 

“You need to watch your blood sugars,” Rosemary said as she took his second cookie from him, “Not too much.” She wagged her finger at him, taking to stuffing the cookie in her mouth as she sat back down at him. 

“You trade one addiction for the other,” Sam huffed, “I’d prefer going out this way.” He spoke in determination, looking like he was about to reach over and take a bite from the cookie she had in her hand. She waved her palm at him, brushing him away. 

“You’re not going out in any way yet,” She told him as she passed him something else, “This has less sugar.” She smiled brightly, nodding her head in reassurance as he held it up. He inspected it for a second before he shrugged his shoulders and brought it up to his mouth. 

“I bet it tastes just as good.” He smiled as he chewed on it, pausing for just a second before he quickly ate it again. Billy glanced towards Kim, suddenly wondering if he should be worried about her sugar intake. 

“It’s all made with love.” Rosemary teased as she kissed Sam’s cheek, cupping his jaw softly so she could pat the other side of his face. Russell fake gagged, making Billy think that he’d picked that up from Max. 

“So gross,” Russell shivered as he shook his head, “Disgusting.” He shook his head quickly as he stood up. Billy squeezed at Kim’s knee, standing up in a similar way as he decided it was time for her to eat some actual food. 

He made a plate for the both of them, figuring that they’d be able to share most of this anyways. He didn’t think she’d have much of an appetite after all of the sweets she’d continued to devour. 

“What are these?” Kim asked in confusion once he joined her again. He held a little weenie on his fork, holding it up so she could observe it. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him closely. 

“Cocktail smokies,” He said as he brought it up to her lips, “Try it.” He told her seriously, wanting her to take at least one bite before she decided that she didn’t like it. She pulled her face back just a little bit.

“I don’t know.” She drew out softly, wrinkling her nose up as if the weenie might reach out and bite her. He gave her a look as he dropped the fork just a little bit. 

“It’s good,” Billy reassured her, “Just try it.” He told her again, smiling sweetly as he brought it up to her mouth again. She parted her lips slowly, looking like she was about to take the world’s smallest nibble before he shoved it into her mouth.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she quickly wiped the barbeque sauce from her lips, blinking rapidly as she chewed the little weenie down. She paused for a moment, tilting her head before she nodded in appreciation. 

“See? Not that bad.” He told her seriously, feeling like she’d like a lot of things if she’d just try them. He’d slowly get her worked up to trying much more things. He was slightly excited about the aspect. 

“It isn’t,” She said in agreement as she stole his fork to eat another one, “I like it.” She smiled as she continued to chew on it, looking like she was seconds away from eating a third. He turned the plate, pointing towards the broccoli. 

“Try the casserole.” He said a second later, watching as she was once again conflicted. He brushed his shoulder against hers softly, wanting her to be confident once again. 

“What’s in it?” She asked, practically wrinkling her nose up as she spoke. He chuckled softly as he took the fork from her, trying to keep her from scooping the broccoli out of her bite. 

“Broccoli and rice,” Billy told her as he held out a new bite for her, “It’s really good. It’s covered in cheese.” He told her seriously, knowing that it really wasn’t that healthy. He really thought that she’d enjoy it. 

“Mhm,” Kim grumbled for a moment before she took a bite, “Oh. That’s pretty good.” She nodded her head again quickly, looking a little impressed before she took another bite. He smiled smugly at her. 

“See, no reason to be picky.” He told her seriously as he used the same fork to take his own bite from everything. He figured there was no harm in them sharing the same utensil. It definitely wasn’t the worst that they’d done. 

“I’m not picky.” She grinned in response as she leaned forward to steal the food from his fork. He grinned, glad at the normal feeling that was forming between the two of them again. 

“You’re worse than a toddler,” He teased her as he kissed her lips, “But that’s okay. I’ll teach you.” He smiled as he looked at her seriously, knowing that he’d have a long time to slowly introduce everything back into her diet. 

She settled back into crocheting not much long after, confirming to Billy that her mind wandered a lot faster than what he did. He supposed that she could just want to get her projects finished, but he was fairly certain there was another reason for it. He was positive that it had to be. 

“Did you get anything for Tommy?” She asked as she looked towards him, peeking for just a second before she began to look back down at her fingers again. She couldn’t look away for long, or else she seemed to lose track of what she was doing. 

“No.” He said quickly, furrowing his eyebrows together at her odd question. He shook his head. It didn’t mean that he didn’t care for Tommy, but he certainly wasn’t going to get him any presents. 

“What about Gina and Steve?” Kim paused for a moment, stabbing her hook into her yarn as she turned towards him in confusion. He pulled a stiff smile up to his lips before he quickly shook his head no. 

“Red,” He said softly, “If I didn’t buy anything for Tommy, I’m not getting anything for them.” He replied with a soft laugh, watching the way she parted her lips in understanding. 

“Right,” She said softly as her cheeks burned, “I’m trying to knit her a baby outfit. Little booties and a hat.” She replied as she shifted in her seat, then pulled forth a bag and grabbed a soft purple ball. 

“Booties?” He looked at her in confusion, raising his eyebrows as he was unsure of what she was speaking of. 

“Little boots,” She giggled softly, “I’m still struggling.” She frowned as she held the little blob up towards him. He smiled as he looked at them, knowing that she would figure it out before the baby was here. He glanced down, looking at the way Pearl had begun to claw at her yarn. 

“You’re doing great,” He smiled as he lifted Pearl up, “She’s really enjoying it.” He pointed out, quickly moving the strand of yarn away from Pearl’s nails. She clawed towards the yarn again, squeaking as he pressed her back onto his lap. 

“She’s getting too big.” Kim pouted as Pearl rested on his lap. She reached over to pet her soft fur, tickling behind her ears as Pearl made a little nest out of his sweater. She began to purr, vibrating across his lap as she began to roll her paws against his lap again. 

“She’s a brat,” He mumbled, sure that his pants would be full of little kitty claws once she finally grew out of this stage. She worked tirelessly, kneading into his lap as her eyes were shut tightly, “Look at her.” He chuckled as he pushed at her softly, trying to get a reaction from her.

“Be nice to her,” Kim cooed as she bent low to kiss Pearl's nose, “She’s just a sweet baby.” She smiled brightly as she turned her attention back to Billy. He smiled as he brought his thumb across her cheek. 

“Can we go look at Christmas lights?” Russell spoke up, pausing as he stopped himself from rolling back and forth on the floor. Sam paused his reading as he turned towards Rosemary.

“That would be fun,” Rosemary smiled in agreement, “It would be a good way to end the night.” She suggested as she reached forward to pause the next movie they’d moved onto. Russell bounced up off the floor, grinning excitedly as he rushed over to grab his shoes.

“That would be fun,” Kim smiled as she looked at Billy in excitement, “Can we go?” She asked him sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes up towards him. He smiled gently, wondering how he’d be able to say no to her cute little face. 

“Of course,” He chuckled as he gently lifted Pearl off of his lap and placed her between the cushions. She sank in slowly, keeping still as she rolled onto her side, “Let’s go.” 

They piled into one car much to Billy’s dismay. Kim slid easily between him and Russell, but slid a little closer to him as she linked their pinkies together. He enjoyed the warmth that formed between their bodies as she crammed her face near his, already trying to look out the window. 

Sam drove around slowly, dipping in and out of different neighborhoods so they could sit and examine the different lights. Billy didn’t really understand why they were doing it or why they were so interesting, but he kept those comments to himself. 

“Those are nice,” Kim breathed out as she leaned across him to look at the bright lights. He watched as the lights danced across her features, amplifying the joy in her expression as her eyes twinkled in a similar manner, “Really pretty.”

“Beautiful.” He smiled as he traced his eyes over her features again. She pursed her lips into a soft grin as she finally looked away, realizing what he was looking at. 

“Hey,” She smiled shyly as she nudged him, “You’re not paying attention.” She pointed out softly as she brushed her fingers through his blonde locks. She snuggled her way a little closer, then leaned forward to kiss his cheek. 

“I’m watching something more important.” He told her seriously, enjoying the way her face began to burn brighter than the red lights that were hanging on the houses nearby. 

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He retreated to her room after he was sure everyone else had gone to bed, even though Sam and Rosemary had seemed to let up on their rules just a smidge. He was thankful for that.

“What do you think?” She giggled, looking a little nervous as he took in the two red ribbons that were covering her nipples. He leaned back against the door, his dark eyebrows raising on his forehead as he took in the image of her.

She was sitting at the edge of her bed, her legs crossed as she nervously fumbled with her fingers. He traced his eyes over her curves, drinking in the image of her body. It was dorky, very dorky. But she still looked hot.

“I think this is the best present I’ve ever had,” He answered honestly as he licked his bottom lip and he traced his eyes over her curves once again, “You’re so sexy. C’mere.” He smirked as he motioned her towards him.

She flushed, looking towards him shyly as she stood and made slow strides towards him. He pulled her hair to the side, getting a good look at her before he dragged his fingertips down the curve of her shoulders. 

He leaned forward to brush his forehead against her, breathing in her nervous exhale as he moved his hands towards her perky tits. He pulled at the little ribbons softly, smirking as he took in her hardened nipples. He brushed his thumb against them softly, grinning as he pushed her down to her knees.

“You want me to-?” She grinned as she reached for the buttons on his pants. He smiled as he took her hands gently, giving her knuckles a brief kiss before he joined her on the floor. 

He picked up the ribbons from the floor as he gripped her wrists and tugged her arms behind her back. She squeaked softly, panting as a desperate expression filled her features as he tied the red ribbon across her soft wrists. He left them tight enough that she couldn’t pull free, but loose enough that it wouldn’t hurt her.

“Billy,” She moaned as his palm fell against her pale ass, smacking it hard enough to make the sound echo in the room, “Oh.” She whined as she wiggled forward, her face pressed against the floor as he pushed her ass further into the air.

He bent low, gripping the back of her thighs in his hands as he examined her pretty pussy. He enjoyed how wet, how pink she was. He still missed her dark hair, but had grown to like the small bush that she had in replace of it. 

He moved his head forward, closing his eyes as he took a slow lick between her folds. He groaned softly at the feel of her, at the taste of her. It was like having her all over again for the first time. He never wanted to end, to forget. 

Her moans tumbled free from her lips as he dragged his tongue through her cunt, savoring the feeling of her folds on his tongue before he focused on her clit. He traced the tip of his tongue around her clit, circling it as she slowly began to rock her hips back against his mouth.

He continued the same pattern on her clit as he kept her legs spread wide with his hands, keeping her in an oddly bent position so he could get at her from a better angle. He flicked his tongue against her clit rapidly, earning a cry from her mouth as her slick began to gather at his lips. 

He groaned as he pulled away, only to lick his mouth clean as he savored the taste of her cunt on his tongue. She was sweeter than any cookie, than any of the desserts. He pressed his finger against her clit this time, rubbing in a slow circle as she cried out once again.

“This feel good?” He teased her, clearly knowing the answer by the way her slick was dripping onto his fingers as he continued to play with her clit. He liked having her underneath him, and liked the way that she easily fell apart.

“So good,” She whimpered as she did her best to grind her hips back against him. He smirked, feeling a little cocky as he leaned forward and bit down on her ass cheek. She yelped, twitching underneath him as he peppered his lips back down to her needy cunt, “Billy.” She giggled softly, sounding breathless as she rolled her hips back again. 

He paused, an object catching his eye as he sat up again. She whimpered in protest, then squealed as he roughly tugged her up by her tied hands. She giggled softly, her eyes dark as she looked towards him in disbelief. 

He smirked as he captured their lips together, distracting her as he blindly reached aside to the little pile of candy that she’d gathered and collected. He wrapped the object in his hand as she sloppily dragged her lips against his, a little off balanced from the way she was tied up.

“Billy,” She whimpered softly as he hastily moved to unwrap the piece of candy, “C’mon. I want you.” She said desperately, her lips moving against his as she spoke. She licked at the corners of his lips, removing the excess saliva with her tongue. 

He smirked softly as he moved his thick fingers to her hips, gripping her flesh as he pulled her closer to him again. He licked the inside of her mouth, flicking his tongue against hers before he fully pulled away. She exhaled roughly, her features slowly wrinkling into confusion as she looked down at his hands. 

“What are you-?” She breathed out slowly, her cheeks turning pink as she watched him bring the thick candy cane up to her lips. He let her take a slow stroke with her tongue, feeling a little amused by the slight confusion in her eyes before he pulled it from her mouth. 

He licked the candy cane, taking slow strides as she stared at him with interested eyes. He smirked, using his fingers to spread her pussy open for him. He stared at her glistening hole, feeling his cock beginning to throb as he stuck the candy cane inside of her. 

She whimpered, snapping her eyes from his hands and up to his face as her lips parted in awe. A soft moan fell from her tongue as he slowly pumped it inside of her pretty pussy. He smirked at the way she wiggled her hips, enjoying the feeling of her wet folds against his hand as he rutted it into her. 

“Feel good?” He teased her as he continued to grind the candy cane into her pussy. He watched the way she rolled her hips along the length of the candy cane. He groaned in fascination at the way her pussy swallowed the candy cane.

“Yeah,” She gasped as she did her best to balance on her knees, wobbling a bit as he brought his free hand against her clit. It rubbed at the sensitive bud, grunting softly as he continued to angle the piece of candy up into her, “Oh, oh God.” She whimpered as she dragged her hips up against his rough movements.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He teased her as he leaned forward to press his lips against the corner of her mouth. He kissed her mouth softly, licking at her parted lips as moans began to tumble free from her tongue. He grunted as he rocked the candy into her deeper, smirking as he felt her thigh tremble against his legs, “Nasty baby sister. You wanna cum?” He continued to mock at her as he moved his hand from her clit and to cup her jaw.

He forced her to look in his direction, drinking in the image of her hazy eyes and lustful expression as he curled the candy cane deeper inside of her. She crooned, her thighs quivering as he rocked it deep inside of her. 

“Yeah, fuck,” She whimpered shrilly, furrowing her eyebrows tightly in concentration as she did her best to meet his movements. She cried out, squirming as he angled it deeper inside of her, “Billy, oh God.” She whimpered as her eyes fell shut, her pouty lips parting in pleasure as her body trembled. 

“Mhm,” He watched her in bliss, licking the corner of her lips as she came down from her high. She panted, squirming softly against him as he rocked it slowly inside of her. She whimpered, squirming softly as he gently pulled it from her leaking cunt, “Such a good girl.” He praised her. 

He kept eye contact with her, smirking as he brought the piece of candy up to his lips. He rolled his tongue along the length of it slowly, licking away her sweetness as the mint slowly overpowered his senses. He enjoyed the taste of her, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed the way her eyes widened and the gasp that slipped from her mouth. 

“Tasty,” He smirked as he discarded the candy cane, “You taste so good.” He breathed out as he molded his lips against hers, drinking her moans away. She sighed against his mouth, her body warm as he began to strip his own clothes off.

“I want you,” She whined as she looked at him desperately, her eyes full of lust as she tried to wiggle forward on her knees, “Please. Please, I want my big brother’s cock so badly.” She whimpered out as she pouted her bottom lip, as if she’d need to encourage him in some other way.

“I know,” He mocked her as he dragged his fingers across the curve of her cheek, “You’re just a dumb little cock slut, aren’t you?” He teased her, enjoying the way she quickly nodded her head in agreement. She turned towards him in anguish, her eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

“Please,” She nodded her head quickly, “I am. I want you so bad. Please.” She tried again, blinking rapidly as he gripped her wrists and yanked her forward. She whimpered as he pressed her against him, writhing as he crashed his lips against hers again.

She tasted sweet, sweeter than the candy cane as he licked the explored the inside of her mouth. He groaned in response, his cock aching at the dire need to feel her cunt wrapped around his girth. He roughly tugged her away again, smirking as he pushed her back onto the floor. She whimpered, looking rather pleased as he slid himself behind her.

“Billy,” She moaned as she exhaled roughly, jerking her head back quickly so she could look at him, “Please, fuck me. I need you.” She begged him again, kicking her legs slightly as he dragged his cock through her wet folds. He smirked, enjoying how needy she was at the moment.

“Shh,” He reassured her as he pressed his tip against her crying hole, “You don’t wanna wake anyone else up, do you? You’d ruin Christmas.” He teased her as he slowly pressed his cock inside of her slick pussy. He exhaled, grunting at the feeling of her velvety walls stretching around him. 

“Oh,” She gasped as her head fell forward, her sounds of pleasure slightly muffled as she rested her forehead on the floor, “Jesus. Right there, Billy.” She moaned as she rocked herself back quickly, too eager to feel more to let him savor the sensation.

He pressed himself deeper, grunting at the way she stretched around him. She was wet, warm and squeezed him in just the right manner. He huffed as he moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly as he rocked her along the length of his cock. 

“You feel good,” He hummed softly, as he dug his fingertips into her flesh. The sounds of the skin meeting filled the room in a soft melody, bouncing off the walls as he continued to drag her back against his cock. Her cunt was leaking around him, squeezing him tightly as he curved his hips up towards the spot that made her tremble and whine, “Such a good girl.” He praised her, huffing harshly as the pleasure raced up his spine. 

She cried out from underneath him, her moans growing louder the deeper he shoved his cock inside of her. He looked down at where their bodies met, enjoying the way her cunt squeezed around his girth. He could feel himself throbbing inside of her, desperate to get her closer to him. 

He gripped her wrists, biting back a smirk as he roughly tugged on the ribbon and dragged her wet cunt back down the length of his cock. He exhaled roughly, pleasure racing up his spine at the way her cunt molded around his thick girth. She whimpered with each little movement as the slick from her pussy dripped onto where their flesh met. 

“Such a good big brother,” She whimpered out, her moans filling his ears like the sweetest melody as he continued to rut his cock deeper into her fluttering walls. His heart was hammering roughly inside of his chest from the overwhelming, hot pleasure that was traveling through his body, “Please, please, please.” She begged as she kicked the palms of her feet against the hard floor.

He smirked, huffing hotly as he gripped the back of her hair and yanked her body up towards him. He pressed her back up against his sweaty chest, snaking an arm around her waist to keep her in place as she began to rut back against his cock.

“You’re such a dirty little girl,” He hissed out as he messily moved her hair aside to kiss at the crook of her neck. He sucked at her flesh, licking away her sweat and pleasure before he bit down in the same area. She crooned, her thighs shaking from his rough movements as he slowly pulled away to examine his work. He licked the mark, earning a gasp from her, “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” She cried out as she shut her eyes tightly, whimpering at the rough way he was rutting his cock into her. He groaned as he dragged his lips against the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft scent as he dragged his cock deeper inside of her, “I’m your little slut.” She whimpered out in agreement, her cunt tightening around him as her jaw went slack.

He grunted as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, groaning as her wet walls clamped down around his thick girth. He bit down onto her skin, groaning lowly as he pressed his palm over her mouth to silence her loud moans. 

She cried out, drooling into his hand as she came around him. She shook, her body nearly collapsing if not for the hold he had around her. He licked at her neck, his cock aching as he continued his rough movements.

“So good,” He praised as he kept his hand over her mouth to silence her little pants and sounds of bliss. He kissed down the curve of her neck as his pleasure became white hot as he searched for his own release, “Fuck, fuck.” He hissed, clenching his own eyes shut as his orgasm toppled through him.

He gripped his cock, giving himself one hard stroke before he coated her inner thighs with his white spunk. He huffed harshly, gently letting her rest back onto her tummy as her pants filled the room. He smirked, pulling free a few tissues from her kleenex box as he wiped away the cum from her legs.

“God,” She exhaled harshly, giggling softly as he moved back towards her. He played with the ribbon on her wrists for just a moment before he tugged them free. She sighed in awe, gently rubbing at her skin as she rolled onto her back, “You’re dirty.” She teased him, smiling brightly as he pulled her up into his lap.

“Sorry,” He told her playfully as he rubbed his thumb across her cheek, “I just can’t help myself. You drive me crazy.” He told her truthfully as he admired her red features. She smiled as she pressed her lips against his thumb, humming softly before she pulled away.

“I can’t help myself either,” She grinned as she looked up at him, “I think this is going to be a good Christmas.” She said softly, making him nod his head in agreement. He thought that she was very correct. 

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“Go away,” Billy groaned as Russell continued to shove at his shoulder, “Seriously. Fuck off.” He grumbled as he tried to bury his head underneath his pillow, wishing that the little brat would disappear. 

“Come on!” Russell whined as he began to shake Billy’s shoulder harder, “The presents are all here!” He squealed in excitement, making Billy wince as he slowly began to blink his eyes. He looked around, noticing that it was still dark outside. 

“It’s six in the morning,” Billy grumbled as he leaned over Kim, confirming that was the correct time, “Give us another hour.” He sighed in disbelief, feeling like they should have the holiday to sleep in. Kim grumbled in agreement as she rolled over onto her side, stealing the blankets with her. 

“I’ve been waiting since four,” Russell whined in response, “And you’ll both get in trouble if you’re in the same room.” He pointed out as he leaned over Billy, looking quite proud of his threat. 

“Fuck,” Billy groaned as he covered his palms over his eyes, “Can’t we do this at like ten?” He sighed as he continued to rub at his eyes. He could feel the sleep slowly beginning to leave his body despite his best efforts. 

“You have no Christmas spirit,” Russell grumbled as he began to pester Kim, “Come on. Don’t you want to see the presents that you got?” He leaned over Billy to shake at her body, but did it too hard as she began to tumble out of the bed. 

“Mhm.” She mumbled, only to grab her pillow and bury herself deeper into her blankets. She situated herself again, fixing her nightgown over her knees as Russell ripped the blanket off quickly. 

“It’s too fucking early,” Billy huffed as he sat up on the edge of the bed, “Why are we doing this so early?” He asked Russell seriously, wondering why they couldn’t wait just a little bit longer. Russell was already dressed in his normal clothes, grinning from ear to ear as a Santa hat toppled awkwardly on top of his head. 

“Because I said so, shitbird,” Russell said simply, “And you better get your ass out of here before mom has a cow.” He pointed out roughly, looking more serious this time. Billy grumbled as he stood, shuffling around in his sleep pants as he looked for his discarded shirt. 

“God,” Kim whined as she slowly dragged herself off of the mattress and onto the floor. She groaned, tugging herself forward a few feet before she reached her closet, “I’m so tired.” She whined as she tugged the door open, only to lay flat on the floor again. 

“You can nap later,” Russell brushed her off as he turned the light on, temporarily blinding Billy, “Now hurry!” He shouted gleefully before he left the room. Billy wiped at his eyes again, trying to erase the piercing light as he glanced towards Kim.

“Are you going to make it or do you need help?” He teased her, looking at the way she dramatically rolled onto her back. She laid there for a moment with her arms and legs outstretched like a starfish.

“It’s too early,” She groaned, “I can finally sleep okay and now I’m up before I’m ready.” She whined. He shuffled his way over towards her, feeling a grin forming on his lips at the dramatic way she laid there.

“Do you want me to pick your outfit out?” He smiled as he nudged her side gently with his foot. She shook her head as she pursed her lips together, sighing deeply. 

“No,” She whined, “You’ll make me go down in the ribbons.” She pulled a smile up to her lips a second later, grinning widely as she looked up at him. 

“You’re probably right,” He smirked, “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He promised her, feeling tired as he shuffled his way out of her room. He went to the bathroom first, working on getting his teeth scrubbed before he moved onto the rest of it.

“Cool!” Russell bounced in excitement once they were all downstairs, staring gleefully at the mass amount of presents, “Look how many there are this year.” He turned towards Kim, thinking of a similar comment her and Max had made the first Christmas they had spent together. 

“Do you want to do stockings first, or presents?” Rosemary asked as she began to pass out the presents to each one of them. Billy looked down at his little pile that was beginning to grow, gaining an odd sensation in his chest. It felt weird. 

“I like to save the stockings for last.” Kim said at last, shrugging her shoulders as she wiggled her way back into her seat like she was worried she’d said something wrong. She was wearing a green plaid skirt, with a bulky red sweater that matched nicely with her skin tone. He thought it was much better than the ugly sweater they all had on yesterday. 

“We can do that,” Rosemary encouraged, “I hope everyone got what they wished for.” She said in excitement as she sat in front of Sam. She crossed her legs, holding her presents near her but waiting as everyone began to settle over their piles. 

“Me too,” Russell paused as he began to sort through his presents, “Well, I hope that I got what I wanted.” He shrugged his shoulders, smirking a little bit as he lightly shook one of his larger boxes. Rosemary scoffed as she threw a ribbon towards him, shaking her head as she turned towards Sam. 

“It’s not really about the presents.” Billy said softly, feeling a bit odd that this would be his first year without starting off in a church. Even in Hawkins, Neil had made sure that they started off there first. He thought for a moment, wondering if that had been Kim’s first real time in a church. 

“You want to go to a service?” Kim asked him softly, “We could go later?” She suggested softly, looking like she understood the look on his face. He shook his head quickly, not wanting to go out of their way. This was fine. New beginnings. 

“It’s okay,” He reassured her as he squeezed her hand softly. He watched the way their hands molded together, smiling at the jolts of electricity that traveled up his arm from their touch, “I’m fine here.” He told her seriously, turning away from her once Rosemary began to encourage them to open their presents. 

Pearl bounced about, hopping inside of different boxes and scurrying on top of the wrapping paper with glee. She had grown slightly bigger, almost overnight. She was a fuzzier, her hair thick and proud as pieces of glitter and discarded tape stuck to her.

“Look at all the treats you got,” Kim cooed as she held her in the air, speaking to her like she was an infant, “You’ve been such a good girl.” She grinned as she peppered kisses along Pearl’s cheeks. Pearl situated nicely in her arms, looking rather overjoyed. 

“Depends on who you ask.” Russell mumbled as he held out a piece of tape, staring intensely at Pearl. It was like she knew as she turned her head slowly, her eyes narrowing as she situated deeper into Kim’s arms. 

“I think she’s a ragdoll,” Sam answered as he petted her hair softly, “Looks like one.” Sam smiled as he sat back down in his chair, looking rather pleased with his new stack of books and seeds that he’d been gifted. 

“You know cat breeds too?” Billy questioned sarcastically as he began to open his next gift. He didn’t need to read the tag to know it was from Kim. It was badly wrapped in the same messy manner that he had wrapped his.

“I know a little of everything.” Sam grinned to himself, reaching over to squeeze at Rosemary’s knee. She laughed, brushing him off as Billy continued to free the over taped wrapping paper from his gift. 

“What’s this?” He asked Kim curiously, still struggling to get the brown box off of the regular one. She smiled sheepishly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. He fumbled with the box, blinking in surprise at what he was presented with. 

“A camcorder,” She gulped softly, “I thought you might like it. We could record ourselves surfing and stuff.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking like it was no big deal. He looked at her again, trying to figure out just how much she spent on this. 

“Yeah,” He smiled as he looked at it, then felt a smirk tugging on his lips as he turned towards her, “And stuff.”  He wiggled his eyebrows in amusement, watching the way her cheeks flushed at his statement. 

“You’re a dork,” She mumbled as she played with her hair again, “There’s more in there.” She smiled worriedly, watching as he began to fumble around. 

He pulled free a boxed watch next, a pack of cigarettes and a new pair of earrings. She had littered different candies throughout the bottom of the box. He smiled at the contents, enjoying each little piece that he got. 

“Do you like it?” She asked worriedly, her hazel eyes flashing in fear like she was afraid she had picked something wrong. He grinned, keeping it from her hands so she was unable to snatch it away.

“I love it,” He corrected gently, “I think they’re cool.” He grinned as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. She paused for a moment, blinking like she wasn’t sure if he meant it or not. 

“Really?” She asked him as she furrowed her eyebrows together, looking like she was trying to read through any cracks in his expression. 

“Really,” He grinned as he leaned forward to peck her lips again, “You did a good job.” He praised her, hoping that she thought the same way for him. She chewed on her bottom lip, looking a little relieved as she nodded her head quickly.

“I liked your presents too,” She said quickly, “A whole lot.” She smiled as she leaned forward to rest her head against his shoulder. He gave her hand another soft squeeze, happy with how far they had come thus far. He was sure that this was his favorite Christmas he’d ever had. 

This dinner was smaller, but he preferred it that way at the moment. Perhaps in time, everyone could heal and be together once again. He wasn’t sure if Susan would ever want to be in a room with him again, but he didn’t necessarily blame her for it. He knew without a doubt that every time she saw him she thought of Neil. He hoped that one day he could prove her wrong.

“Billy,” Sam drew his attention away from the Monopoly game as he stood near the phone again, “It’s for you.” His smile was strained as he held onto the phone. Billy exhaled, already knowing who it was. He stood slowly, feeling like it took a thousand years to get there.

“Is it him?” Billy whispered underneath his breath, not wanting Rosemary to listen into the conversation. He still felt guilty about his last phone call. 

“I’m assuming so.” Sam nodded his head as he handed the phone to him again. Billy held it in his hands for just a second, staring at it as he felt his fingers were beginning to burn. He paused, briefly thinking over his options before he slammed the phone back down on the stand.

“I’m busy right now,” Billy mumbled as he glanced away from Sam, ignoring the surprised look on his expression, “Maybe I’ll call him back.” He shrugged his shoulders, feeling like Neil didn’t deserve to talk to him. He was happy right now. He didn’t want to ruin that. 

“You okay?” Kim asked once he returned, her features knitted up in worry. He nodded his head, giving her knee a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m fine,” He promised her, leaning over to see where they were at, “What did I miss?” He asked, glancing up as Russell began to explain what had happened during his turn. Billy nodded his head, sending another brief nod towards Kim so she wouldn’t be concerned. He squeezed her hand, not wanting her to have anything to worry about.