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misscammiedawn · 4 months

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Back to the Future, Brainwashing and Mr. Robot

Our little journey into rewatching Mr. Robot with our girlfriend continues and we ended Season 2 last night and got to the point of Angela's interview with Whiterose.

See, Season 2 Episode 11 asks a question that the show has asked a number of times "How do you hack a human being?" but this time applies it to Angela and Darlene. Elliot's two most trusted humans. His sister and his love interest.

Is it possible for the FBI and Whiterose respectively to get them to betray Elliot?

Well, Elliot said it himself in season 1

"People always make the best exploits. I've never found it hard to hack most people. If you listen to them, watch them, their vulnerabilities are like a neon sign screwed into their heads."

Darlene even monologued about hers in the previous episode. All she needs is to feel special and you can exploit her.

But Whiterose does not exploit people like Elliot does. She owns them.

Let's talk about how she brainwashed Angela.

Before I begin I want to just mention that I am a hypnokink blog but there is a world of difference between consensual hypnosis play (I write a lot on the topic) and literal brainwashing.

My post/analysis is through a lens of muted horror because I know the tactics being employed and I want to break down the scene from the perspective of someone who reads the theory. I do not in any way shape or form endorse the methods being played out on screen.

I do know members of my community who would very much enjoy recreating elements of this scene in their play but it would be in a risk aware and negotiated manner. Full love and respect to y'all, I am not yucking on your yum. The difference is fantasy vs reality and consent vs coercion.

I know I shouldn't need to write that but I'm a hypnokink blog and this may reach fandom spaces and I want to make it clear that this sequence depicts psychological torture and it is not the same thing as my hobby.

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At the start of the episode Angela is in the back of a van being driven by two Dark Army agents.

The plot of the show is instigated by a leak at a nuclear facility that claimed the life of Elliot's father and Angela's mother. Much of the narrative is the pair of them on their relentless individual crusades to destroy the company that allowed this to happen, covered it up and took no accountability for the disaster. In fact E(vil) Corp knew the radiation levels were unsafe and hid that fact, allowing Mr. Alderson and Mrs. Moss to perish.

What's worse is Angela has evidence that the levels are still unsafe to this day and the company knows about it. She is about to whistleblow and that attracts the attention of the big bad of the series, Whiterose.

We do not yet know the connections but we do know that Whiterose refers to the facility as "my plant". It is clearly important to her. Enough that threats to the plant are motive to kill.

But they didn't kill Angela for her attempt at whistleblowing. They recruit her. A good idea, all things considered, as she is Elliot's exploit.

It is night time when Angela is taken and daytime when she arrives at her destination. During the ride she is kept in the back of the van while the two riders stare on ahead. Angela pleads with them, screams, tries every trick she can to get their attention and they refuse to acknowledge her.

All the while a song plays on the radio.

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In universe we know that Back to the Future is Angela's favorite movie. It's come up a lot and much as Darlene's need to feel special was directly referenced in the prior episode, Angela's love of BttF was mentioned when she refers to a tender moment in season 1 when she wanted to get high and watch Back to the Future 2 with Elliot.

The show takes place in 2015 by the way. That becomes plot relevant later but at this moment it's just a lovely coincidence.

When Angela has run through her options her captors pump the volume on Marvin Berry & The Starlights.

Later in the episode we cut to Angela waking from a sleep. It is daylight now and there is still music playing on the radio...

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I was watching the show with my girlfriend, @soveryverytired and she is as big a BttF fan as Angela and she recognized this instantly. These musical stings are diegetic and so they are for Angela but let's not forget that we the audience are a character in this show. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence.

Angela is released from the van and guided into a house which seems to have been tailor made to mess with her. The brainwashing began the moment she was picked up but this is when the audience gets to share in some of Angela's emotional state.

The hallway she is guided down is full of family photos with the faces inked out.

Itself a reference to the artwork of John Baldessari.

In the portraits Angela sees she is given the idea of family and the image of a family home. A place which exists in memory for Angela as she may have been raised in Jersey but she's a New York girl now who lives in modern chic apartments.

The portraits have their features removed as a stand-in for an idea. Family. Comfort. Safety. Home. Just ideas right now of course, but it also evokes alienation. There is nothing for her to latch onto. Her captors refuse to look at her.

(Incidentally I am uncertain of why they picked the people who caught Angela. Neither of them look like Dark Army agents and they do not radiate nostalgia or identity in any meaningful form. They are disparate and just appear to be people who caught Angela. I cannot place anything on them)

Angela has been isolated and kept for an elongated period of time in transit. She does not even have the comfort of human faces to latch onto.

Which makes her entrance into the brainwashing room all the more startling.

Blue, Green and Red in stark contrast with White and Black. The room is barren of features spare for the objects that are intentionally placed there for her. A Commodore 64 computer, a red phone, a copy of the book Lolita.

There's also a copy "Hang in there" poster. Angela likes motivational posters and listens to confidence tapes a lot.

As I mentioned in my previous Mr. Robot analysis, Esmail really enjoys giving us parts of the code to go back and try and look at things again with context. In that analysis I spoke of how Whiterose detected Dom's sexuality from a single sentence. Here we have a more direct decryption.

Eliott comes into a room much like this later in the show and instantly identifies the pieces placed out for him and what their significance are. These are objects from Angela's childhood home. Whether directly the same ones or replicas created from Whiterose digging on Angela's life is unknown. But there's always the implication...

Between every phase of Angela's ordeal she is given a well of time to stew in her situation and remove all distractions. She tries the door and discovers it is locked. She is given time to understand and accept her circumstance. She stops struggling in the van and lets the BttF soundtrack lull her to sleep. She stops trying to escape the room and sits in the chair.

Every step of the process thus far has been to isolate her and allow time to guide her into compliance. Whiterose likes using time as a weapon after all... it's her obsession.

Then the interview begins and we are introduced to Angela's interviewer.

A young caucasian girl in a suit with blonde hair in a high pony tail. A child version of Angela.

We don't know this yet but in Season 3 there will be a flashback of a 9 year old Angela watching Back to the Future while her mother is dying. Both the interviewer (credited as "Girl") and 9-year old Angela are played by the same actress, Mabel Tyler.

The implication goes beyond her just being dressed to look like Angela did at that age. Whiterose found someone who looks exactly like she did.

Angela's stint of social isolation has finally been given reprieve with the dignity of a human face, even if it is her own (but that's impossible, right?) and she, bewildered and confused, asks for answers. "Who are you?"

The response is "There's water coming out of that fish tank. We don't have much time. Let's begin."

No urgency. No emotion. Just matter of fact.

Time, which was once drawn to unbearable stretches of isolation has now been flipped on its head and suddenly Angela is not allowed time to process anything. She is instantly asked a number of questions.

"Have you ever cried during sex?" - "Have you ever fantasized about killing your father?" - "Are you a giraffe or a seagull?"

Any attempt Angela makes to talk with the child results in the question being asked again. (The sequence makes direct references to text adventure games also, showing that Angela has no control in this situation, the prompts will continue repeating until she gives the desired answer)

After a number of failed attempts the phone will ring and the girl will get instructions to force the test to proceed. The first time she displays heavy bruising on her back and tells Angela she will be beaten if she does not complete the test.

The fish will die if she does not answer fast. The girl will be punished if she does not finish the test.

Empathy is being used against her. A time limit and the girl constantly forcing her to engage with the question prevent her processing.

So now should be a time to mention the real world mind control techniques on display here. They're brought up in movies a lot. For a simple and harmless version of it you need to look at the Baseline Test from Bladerunner 2049 and for a disturbing but all too realistic version of it you need to look at The Master.

Massive warning on the scene from The Master as it contains exceptionally dark content.

There are a number of factors at play and I feel even with as much as I've read there are others in my community who could break this down better than me.

The obvious ones are empathy and stress being put at play. Angela is being forced to capitulate via sheer aggressive coercion. If she does not obey the child will be punished, if she does not beat the time limit then a fish will perish. The captors would be punishing the girl and killing the fish but they have framed it in a way that she is volunteering responsibility. A simple and insidious manipulation that is all too common. How often are we informed that our not showing up to work will make things harder for our coworkers? The world is rife with people forcing us to take on empathetic responsibility for those around us despite the fact that the pain inflicted upon them is only our fault in that we allow others to force us to be at fault. Life is full of little trolley problems like that. After all... can Angela really ignore the fact that this child copy of herself will be hurt if she does not comply?

Then you have the more psychological ones. Fractionation is a term we in the hypnosis community use a lot. Within hypnosis it means to go in and out of hypnotic state often enough to maximize the impact of the altered state. Long story short, bringing someone down into a hypnotic state and then up again and then down again and then up and then down enough causes someone to become more susceptible, altered and heady.

It's fun!

Emotional Fractionation is a NLP technique that is so colonized by pick-up artists that I literally couldn't find a definition of it from a google search which wasn't buried in misogynistic dogma. The concept is simple. Put someone into several extreme emotional states of varying tempo to "prime" them. A person is more susceptible and emotionally malleable when they have been through a series of these quick short bursts.

"Have you ever cried during sex?" and "Have you fantasized about murdering your father?" are both examples of invasive questions that conjure extreme emotions of shame and disgust paired with topics of sexuality and violence which are typically taboo topics, especially when coming from a child's mouth. They are things that people would not casually answer. There is guard to them. The test is forcing Angela to answer questions which no person would give an unguarded answer to and doing so in a pressurized window where she cannot fully process the questions or continue to deny answering them.

The Master clip does something a lot more grounded with its blink test. Every time Joaquin Phoenix's character blinks the test starts again. He is forced to answer the same questions over and over. With that test his emotionally guarded replies are single word answers and denials. As the test deprives him and emotionally wears him down he begins giving honest answers. It's... not enjoyable to watch.

The interesting thing about Angela's questions is the Giraffe/Seagull question is how baffling it is.

Two emotionally volatile questions in a row and then a non-sequitur about animals. Emotional whiplash. But it serves a purpose. Flatten the landscape. Remove expectation. Interrupt an emerging. Allow answers to become automatic.

In hypnosis this kind of pattern plays with call and response to train a hypnotee to fall into a pattern of reactions that we guide. There's even a method of interrupting the pattern and creating a breakdown in critical thinking that allows us to communicate directly with the subconscious mind. That's not really at play here but I can't notice a pattern interrupt in emotional fractionation tactics without typing "transderivational search", it's a compulsion in me.

Anyway...

We cut away and next time we return the fish only has a third of the tank left.

"Are you red or purple?" and Angela, sat down and exhausted, simply answers "Purple"

As before exposure and time has caused her to just accept what is happening to her. She's going along with the process now and not trying to reason with her predicament. It's easier just to answer.

But as every other time Angela has become comfortable in her ordeal, a curveball appears.

"Is the key in the room?"

Every question until now, including during the implied time that the fish tank has been emptying, was a personality question. Personal and invasive or banal and trivial. Either way this provides another case of emotional whiplash. Angela is baffled and becomes frustrated. Her emotional resilience has been whittled into non-existence at this point, she cannot help but yell in frustration.

The phone goes again and this time Girl hands Angela the phone. A digitized voice says:

"You are standing in a dark room and can't see anything. There is a torch and a match. What do you do?"

The idea of a text based adventure is already on mind but now Angela is being trained to think how her captors want her to think. She obeys as she has been primed to do and says she lights the torch. No resistance. No confusion. No attempting to get the voice on the phone to identify themselves or answer to her predicament. She is given a prompt from a text based adventure and she follows the prompt.

Every other exploit in the show used the computer analogy as a metaphor for human behavior. Now we are seeing a human being programmed to run on simple prompts.

The voice continues this text based adventure until she reaches a door. She tries to open it but the door will not open. Much as the start of the test the voice keeps repeating prompts. Not deviating. Angela, frustrated begins yelling that she doesn't fucking know but the voice keeps saying "the knob doesn't turn, how do you open it?" until she breaks down and says that she uses a key. She opens the door with a fucking key.

The girl repeats her question.

"Is the key in the room?"

Angela looks at the copy of Lolita on the desk. The artwork depicting a closed fist.

She understands now and in an emotionally distant voice speaks, referencing a quote from the book "Yes. The key was in my fist. My fist was in my pocket."

The Lolita connection actually spans the entire show and this Reddit post does a better job explaining than I could.

The fact that both this show and the book are pastiches (one of modern cinema and the other of literary genres) is relevant though. Don't forget. The Back to the Future references are in universe and targeted specifically at Angela.

The interview concludes and Angela is left to wait a further 4 hours in the room. The fish dies. She's emotionally exhausted. She's no closer to understanding what is happening or what will happen to her. Then the big bad of the entire show, Whiterose, enters the scene.

Whiterose herself allots 28 minutes to their conversation. Which if you know her is remarkably generous.

The conversation is dense.

It starts with Whiterose following the format of the previous interview by noting the lack of time and saying they need to begin before playing some quick and easy mindgames. Insisting her time is more important than Angela's and simply shrugs off her request to leave with "No you wouldn't", she's already invested this much time (against her will or otherwise) and she's going to stick around for the rest.

Angela sits.

Whiterose then berates her lack of agency in attempting to do anything with the door. That she had simply remained in the room without attempting to change or alter her situation.

Angela says that the door was locked. That it was impossible for her to leave.

But Whiterose is training her how to think. She was presented a locked door in her interview and she manifested the key.

Angela, now faced with an actual human being who will converse with her, instantly attempts to claim some leverage in the conversation by accusing Whiterose of murdering the fish (she is not shaken) and hurting the girl.

Whiterose tells her it was make-up and that the child was not hurt at all. That her empathy was part of the test.

This is a subtle one but I want to highlight it. Whiterose killed the fish. The fish is dead. But she ignores that criticism and focuses on the child and tells Angela that it was make-up and the child was not hurt.

It's a brilliant bit of emotional manipulation because Angela has come at her with two immoral and disgusting acts and Whiterose ignored one and excused the other. The deflection throws Angela off her guard because her assumption was that Whiterose was torturing a child and now that's not true. That revelation (which is unconfirmed, mind you, we only have Whiterose's word) erases the accusation. Suddenly Angela is made to abandon her accusation despite the fact that this woman did force that child to conduct the psychological torture, that she kidnapped Angela from the subway and that the fish is dead and Angela can still see it.

Whiterose then gives a mild exposition dump about Angela's prevalence in the plot and the fact that her plot armor has kept her safe when by all estimations she should have been killed the very moment her actions threatened Whiterose's investment in the Washington Township Plant.

She then gives yet another emotional sideswipe to Angela by saying that she is important to Phillip Price (the head of E(vil) Corp) and Elliot Alderson. This serves to make her feel Whiterose knows everything about her because this unknown individual has intimate details about her childhood, her current life and her attachment to Elliot and the crime he committed on 5/9.

Plus after making Angela seem so important for the fact she keeps turning up in Whiterose's plans, she instantly puts her position as an attachment to Price and Alderson. Preventing Angela from even feeling as more than an accessory while giving her a taste of being important.

She then goes on to explain Angela's mother and Elliot's father died for her schemes and that both Angela and Elliot owe their current lives to that fact. After riling her up by insulting her mother's death and claiming personal responsibility for it she says she has no intention of killing Angela but she cannot be allowed to continue jeopardizing her plans.

Angela is broken by this point. Tears burning her eyes she finally says she will give Whiterose what she wants. Destroy the evidence. She submits.

But that's not what Whiterose wants. Elliot and F Society use fear and coercion to control people. Whiterose does not want Angela's fear.

She then asks if Angela has ever believed in something so hard that she could manifest it into being through sheer will.

Much like the key from the test.

Angela admits she used to but she is admitting that reality does not allow for such optimism. Whiterose asks her what "real" even is.

...and that's the sequence.

Next time we see her she is being driven by a Dark Army car to her lawyer's house to drop the case. It's night time and presumably she went straight from Whiterose's. She's been in captivity for over 24 hours at this point.

and she not only complies with Whiterose's request, she does so with zeal and a mildly disconcerting affect.

She's 100% a believer now.

...but of what?

Can you guess?

What do you think Whiterose convinced her of? Made her a believer of?

I think you know. She spent the entire episode priming Angela for it. We saw it. We were there.

Does that mean we were primed too?

So even if Angela's brainwashing is complete. We still have the audience to think of, we're a character in the show, we sit atop the forth wall, not behind it. Don't you want to be included in the brainwashing too?

The episode continues on without Angela, progressing the A-plot with Elliot and Mr. Robot. We also get Sam Esmail teaching the audience how to decode the cypher in the novel that covers Elliot's time in prison.

As the episode comes to an end and Elliot and Tyrell are reunited we get we hear this music in the background. This time it's not diegetic. It's the show's soundtrack.

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Three times is a pattern.

As the credits roll and we get a tease of Silvestri's original score for the film. That is present in the track, you can hear it in the above YouTube clip. But the song itself, Earth Angel, is diegetic in the film and yet the final few moments of the song are part of the film's soundtrack. An outright confirmation for anyone watching that we are hearing Back to the Future right now.

See... Angela heard those songs in the van but only we heard the third, final and most crucial one.

Mr. Robot is a grounded show. Up until now everything has been remarkably realistic with all of the hacking based on real techniques and even the psychology of Elliot's delusions and his DID are associated with reality (sidenote: though like most media they happily pair schizophrenia and DID as a single condition which they are not. A successful DID diagnosis typically excludes the possibility of schizophrenia. To point Elliot should not be able to see or literally hear Mr. Robot. Those with DID are aware the voices originate within their head and any visualization of the alters is typically within and requires practiced/guided visualization in a therapeutic setting to accomplish)...

Yet...

The idea that Whiterose's plan involves time travel has entered your mind hasn't it?

Like a little seed. A virus that you can't quite delete from your mental operating system.

Every bit of evidence in this show tells you it's based in reality and time travel isn't real.

...but this episode has put the idea in your head... and it doesn't really go away, does it?

Esmail's script never says it. Whiterose alludes to parallel universes and creating the world that was always meant to be. But she never calls it time travel.

But there's the implication...

Either way. Angela believes it's possible now. She'd betray Elliot and let thousands of people die for her belief. One Whiterose worked very hard to give to her.

#dawn posting #mr robot #angela moss #whiterose #domo arigato mr alderson #Youtube #media essays

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buckysgrace · 5 months

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2. My Heart Can't Tell You No

Pt 2 to Every Little Thing :)

Gator Tillman x OC

CW: Cheating, blowjobs

“This is when all the kids would get together,” Ruby proclaimed proudly as she flicked through the photo book with Hugh, “They always got along so well.” Daphne felt her eyebrows knitting together at her mother’s words, her eyes caught Noelle’s as they appeared to be thinking the same thing. They got along well enough now, but there had been many fists thrown and tantrums caused by one another in their youth.

Hugh had one leg crossed as he sat near Ruby, scanning through many of her photo albums from Daphne’s childhood. She felt her cheeks reddening, knowing that there was more than one picture of her in there running around with no diaper on.

Daphne peeked over Hugh’s shoulder, scanning the photos briefly to confirm that Gator was also included in the pictures. She was sure that he was in as many photos with her as her siblings. She felt her heart beating a little faster as the guilt settled into her stomach again, eating at her until she could no longer look at the pictures of them.

She felt worse than awful. She felt as if she’d for sure damned herself to hell now. There was no way Hugh would ever forgive her if he found out. She didn’t think he should forgive her either. There was no excuse for what she’d done. She hadn’t even protested, fought to not to do it. She had wanted Gator just as badly.

She thought about him continually as the days rolled by, her mind torturing her with the image of him on his knees in front of her. She sat next to Hugh, crossing her legs as she desperately tried to think of someone else. Anything else.

“You bathed together?” Hugh raised an eyebrow, looking a little concerned as he faced Daphne. She parted her lips, leaning over to get a better idea at what he was looking at. Her and Oliver couldn’t have been any older than four in the picture, which meant that Gator and Noelle would’ve been about six. August would’ve just turned eight at the time. A smile crept onto her lips as she looked at the bubble beard she had put on Gator.

“As kids,” Daphne defended as she looked over into the photo book, “He was like another sibling.” She muttered softly as she leaned back against the couch, knowing that it wasn’t like that at all. She had never thought of Gator as a brother, not once.

“Please,” Oliver snorted as he brought his soupy ice cream up to his lips, “You had the biggest crush on him in high school.” He responded dryly, blinking softly as he waited for her to deny it. She sat forward, her cheeks burning at his accusation. It was true, but she had done a good job at hiding it. There was no way that he knew. “I did not,” She shrieked in horror as she threw a pillow at his head. Oliver yelped, nearly dropping his ice cream onto the floor, “You’re such a liar.” She told him pointedly, feeling more on edge the way everyone kept teasing her about Gator. She wanted to keep herself from spiraling, feeling like everyone would know the truth if she didn’t deny them.

“Watch my pillows,” Ruby said in a huff as she gave the two of them a stern look, “Stop being such a child, Daphne. Oliver, stop teasing your sister.” She said at last, shaking her head as she turned another page. Hugh looked at Daphne a little amused before he looked down at the album again.

Daphne turned, making sure that Ruby was distracted before she stuck her tongue out at Oliver. He returned the favor, making sure to curl his lip up and scrunch his nose as he did so. She rolled her eyes before she settled back in the chair

Her eyes drifted to the old western that was playing on the TV, trying to think of anything but how she’d so easily cheated on Hugh. She felt awful, shameful as the memory of Gator’s fingers digging into her thighs came forth. She had thought of him when she’d showered the night after, how his fingers always reached parts of her that she wasn’t able to get.

“I don’t remember you mentioning him.” Hugh said a little later once everyone had dispersed from the living room. Daphne hummed softly as she looked at the album from her high school years, wrinkling her nose as she remembered how badly she’d hated her braces.

“Who?” She asked him as she examined her prom picture. She had nearly stuffed her bra, until Noelle had convinced her otherwise. She had been pouty at the time, but now she was grateful. She could only imagine how awful it would’ve looked. She was more than happy with how big her boobs had grown.

“That uh,” Hugh paused for a moment, looking like he was rehearsing what he was trying to say, “That Gator boy. Why would you not tell me about him?” He furrowed his dark eyebrows together, his eyes filled with confusion as he watched her.

“We don’t talk anymore,” Daphne told him seriously, trying to ignore the fresh shame that settled inside of her gut. She still couldn’t believe she’d let Gator weasel his way in again so easily, “We were really close as kids and we just grew apart. I don’t see what the big deal is.” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping to shut the conversation down.

“I was just asking a question,” Hugh defended himself a second later, “I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said a little softer, his eyes gleaming like he looked guilty. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to ignore the guilt that was burning inside of her. She knew she had snapped at him for no reason. She was the one in the wrong.

“You didn’t,” Daphne sighed deeply, feeling a little bad with how snippy she’d grown, “I don’t want you to feel bad. They used to tease us about getting married one day but we just never liked each other like that. He was a friend.” She replied softer, feeling a little less stressed at the topic. She had rehearsed and practiced for so long about how calm and collected she’d remain when Gator was brought up, but all of that seemed to go out the window.

“Okay,” He said slowly as he watched her, his hazel eyes looking at her inquisitively, “What happened? You seem bothered by him.” He admitted to her, looking like he was concerned as he nudged his shoulder against hers. She sighed as she moved her leg underneath his longer one, linking the two of them together.

“It’s just annoying,” She said as she huffed deeply, “I’m marrying you. I don’t know why they need to bring him up all the time.” She replied as she set the photo album down, trying to avoid the pair of brown eyes that seemed to be staring up at her.

“Why did they want you to marry him?” He asked her curiously as he turned to face her better. She looked down at her lap, pressing her fingertips against her knees as he pushed her bangs from her face.

“My mom was best friends with his mom before she left,” Daphne said softly, “They grew up together. His dad and mine got really close in return. He works for him.” She shrugged her shoulders softly, feeling like that was the end of the story. She didn’t want to talk about how Gator had been her whole world, how she used to dream about marrying him the way everyone teased her about doing. They wanted different things and she’d found that with Hugh.

“What does a sheriff do anyways?” He asked a new question, tilting his head as he waited for her response. She grinned as she looked up towards him, matching the smile that rested on his lips.

“I don’t know,” She admitted with a laugh, grinning at the way he squeezed her thigh, “Basically enforces laws, I think.” She said slowly, not really ever dwelling on what Roy did. Hugh leaned forward to kiss the top of her head.

“I think I’m going to take a nap,” He said softly once he pulled away, “I still feel like I should be sleeping right now.” He admitted. She nodded her head, noting the bags that were underneath his eyes.

“I’ll see you later.” She told him sweetly, grinning as she leaned over the couch to smack at his butt as he walked away. He blew her a playful kiss before he strutted into the guest room down the hallway. Her parents had been insistent that they didn’t share the same room, even though they were engaged.

Not that it really mattered. Hugh wasn’t much for snuggling or kissing anyways. He claimed it to be a sensory thing, but she often wondered if it was his lack of experience. They’d only brought up sex once or twice, but he’d never touched her in such a manner. He never watched her undress either, always shied away when she’d quickly change in their bedroom.

“Mama,” Daphne whined as she walked into the kitchen, “Please stop bringing Gator up around Hugh.” She said desperately, raising her eyebrows high as she pouted her lips out. Ruby’s blue eyes met Daphne’s in surprise.

“Why?” She looked at Daphne confused, “You two were really good friends and we did really think you were going to get married. Until, well…” She trailed off, giving Daphne a knowing look. She huffed in frustration, feeling like she would never hear the end of what could’ve been between her and Gator.

“Gator and I were never together,” She reminded her mother quickly, “You should set him up with Noelle. They’re the same age.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders, trying to keep as stoic as possible. However, the thought of Gator with anyone else still filled her with jealousy.

“Do you want Gator with Noelle?” Ruby asked in amusement, her dark eyebrows raised high as she waited for Daphne to answer. She fiddled with the kitchen towel, drawing her nails across the simple design as she did her best to deny her feelings. Three long years of trying to erase him and she still felt like nothing had changed.

“Why does it matter what I want?” She asked softly as she finally stopped fiddling with the towel. Gator hadn’t ever wanted a relationship and she wasn’t going to let him string her around forever. She deserved to move on, to be happy.

“You know it’s odd,” Ruby said slowly as she rested her hand on her hip, “You still can’t give me a straight reason as to why you ran off.” She tilted her head, holding her eyebrows up highly still as she waited. Daphne traced the constellations across Ruby’s cheeks, wondering how badly she’d hurt her mother when she’d left.

“I told you, I was doing missionary work,” She shrugged her shoulders as she kept her face down towards the window, not wanting to give anything away, “Then some of the other girls wanted to take a trip through Europe and I joined them.” She said briefly, acting like she hadn’t left without saying anything.

“But you didn’t even go to summer camp when you were little because you hated being away from home,” Ruby replied quickly, still digging for answers, “What changed?” She asked her in confusion. Daphne paused, wishing she could be honest for once. She feared that if she started telling her about everything that had happened, she’d never stop. She shook her head, deciding it was best to keep secrets instead.

“I just grew up.”

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“What do you do again?” Bruce asked for the third time the next day. He was sitting at the dining room table, all dressed up for the fishing trip he was taking the boys on for the day. Daphne dragged her eyes up slowly, pausing as she dropped the butterknife back into the jar of mayonnaise.

“Daddy,” Daphne looked at him as she sighed deeply through her nose, “We talked about this. He’s an artist.” She pulled a bright smile to her lips, hunching her shoulders together as she tried to feign being positive. Bruce, as expected, was taking the longest to warm up to Hugh. She had prayed long and hard last night that Bruce wouldn’t try and drown Hugh.

“Oh, right,” Bruce responded, still looking disgruntled, “Do you make a lot of money doing that?” He asked with his nose curled up. Daphne looked towards Hugh, noticing his panicked expression as his lips parted. She dropped her head and looked towards Ruby, searching for help.

“Bruce.” Ruby warned as she gently nodded her head in Daphne’s direction. Daphne was sure that Ruby didn’t look like much of a threat to most people. She barely reached Daphne’s shoulder, had a petite frame and always bore a dazzling smile. Daphne knew the truth, however. Ruby was the one to be wary of.

“It’s just a question,” He said in defense, “I just want to know how he’s going to take care of my daughter.” He said, feigning a smile as he turned his attention back to his hunting magazine. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes as she knew what this was really about. Bruce had been the least supportive about her engagement.

“Well,” Hugh looked a little uncomfortable as he rubbed his palms against his hands, “It depends. Sometimes the money is good. I think Daphne wanted to do more of her singing.” He said as he motioned towards her, his lips curling up into the softest smile. She felt her eyes widen, realizing that Hugh had forgotten that they weren’t supposed to talk about her singing.

“Singing isn’t a job,” Bruce replied dryly, giving Daphne a stern look as he reminded her. She shuffled lower as she sandwiched the pieces of bread together, wishing that Hugh hadn’t brought her up, “Besides she can’t. She’ll have to look after the children.”

“Children?” Hugh stuttered out, his eyebrows raised wide as his features mixed into horror. She felt her own face heat up, knowing that children hadn’t really been discussed. She wanted kids and figured he had to, as that was sort of the point of marriage. However, his reaction didn’t seem like he felt the same way.

“After you get married,” Bruce said slowly, like Hugh couldn’t comprehend his words, “The children that you’ll have. I’m not letting you live on my land just to chase after some silly dreams.” He said pointedly as he leaned back in his chair, referencing the whole point of them moving back here.

France was expensive, far too expensive. She supposed they could’ve made it work somewhere out of the city, but Hugh was right. Sometimes he went months making very little money and she didn’t make very much money working in a bookstore while she finished off college. He didn’t speak to his family for unknown reasons that he had yet to tell her about.

Bruce was paying for everything. Her dress. Hugh’s tux. The location, the flowers, the food and music. There was not one thing that Bruce would not be financially aiding in them other than the ring that Hugh had got for her. Most of the guest list that was compiled was people that Bruce wanted to invite.

And as a gift, Bruce would be building a house for them on part of the land. No cost. Daphne didn’t feel like she had a right to say anything against Bruce’s wishes. She owed him a lot. She only hoped he’d warm up to Hugh and not try to make him an outsider.

“Go get loaded up,” Ruby said, effortlessly changing the subject as she finished piling the sandwiches into the baggy. Daphne passed her the apples, then the chips, “You won’t catch any good fish if you wait too long.” She reminded him quickly.

Daphne waited a second later, leaning against the counter as Bruce mumbled under his breath. She waited until she no longer heard his heavy boots tapping against the wooden floors. She watched the way the rays of sunlight dipped into the room and cascaded against them.

She glanced towards Hugh, feeling bad as he struggled to get his boots laced up. They were an older pair of Oliver’s, very worn and probably stinky. She scrunched her nose at the thought, watching as Ruby carried the bags filled with their lunches out the door.

Hugh and Daphne fell into silence. She chewed on her bottom lip, as the guilt burned deep inside of her chest. She felt terrible for how she’d treated him, how she’d betrayed him. The feeling only burned deeper the worse that Bruce behaved.

“Your father doesn’t like me,” Hugh said slowly, making her wince at the hurt in his words, “I don’t think the animals do either.” He replied a second later, looking to be deep in thought. She felt her lips twitch into a smile, thinking of how the chickens continually chased him around.

“He will,” She promised him as she squeezed his hand, “He’s just tough. He’s been tough on all of us.” She told him truthfully, thinking of how Bruce had allowed for her to sing in the church choir but nothing past that.

Hugh still didn’t seem too enthusiastic about going, but Daphne feared that it would only grow worse if he didn’t at least try with her dad and brothers. Not that August or Oliver seemed to be the issue. She had pulled Oliver aside before they left and made him swear that he wouldn’t let Bruce do or say anything too harsh.

She thought that she would distract herself after, not wanting to linger in the house and pour over picture books that would just make her heart hurt. Everything still reminded her of Gator, like she had some ghost of him lingering about her. She blamed it on her shame, on how horrible her actions had been.

She went into town instead, determined to bury her thoughts through spending money and eating her feelings away. Not that it ended up working very well. She ended up catching up to distant friends, former teachers and friends of her parents. They asked about her trip, about Hugh and to her dismay, Gator. It was all busy talk, each one of them trying to dig around for some sort of gossip that they hadn’t heard of.

By the end of the day her head was aching so badly that she feared she’d given herself a migraine. Her bags were cluttered in the passenger seat, though she felt like she was no longer happy with her purchases. Nothing could erase the guilt and shame that was swirling inside of her chest, threatening to boil over as she touched her fingertips against her painted lips. She thought of Gator again, how nicely his mouth had molded against hers

She shook away the memory as quickly as it had come to her, trying to ignore the rush of desire that formed in the pit of her stomach. There was no use in dwelling on the way Gator touched her as it was never going to happen again. She promised herself that.

“Shoot.” Daphne cursed as the sirens to the truck eventually turned on. She inhaled deeply through her nose before exhaling through her lips as she pulled over to the side of the dirt road. She leaned over the console, digging through the old papers until she found her proof of insurance. She twisted at the crank until the window was lowered low enough to see out of.

“You know why I pulled you over?” She heard his voice before she locked eyes with him. She gaped, looking at Gator in disbelief as she shook her head. She dropped the papers, deciding he had no reason to pull her over in the first place. He just wanted to irritate her.

“Gator,” She huffed in frustration, “What on Earth are you doing?” She asked him seriously, trying to decide if it was worth it to hit him with her car door. Perhaps it would knock the cocky smirk off of his lips.

“Your tags are out,” He drew out slowly as he tapped his fingertips against the windowsill of her truck, “Which means you can’t be driving this old thing.” He curled his lip up, giving her a mock shrug like he actually regretted what he was saying.

“Don’t kick my truck,” Daphne said pointedly as she watched him. It had been her grandfather’s from the seventies. A chevy that sat low to the ground, the white paint was peeling and no matter how often it was washed, there was always a layer of grime on it, “I didn’t know my tags were out. I haven’t been here.” She reminded him softly.

“Shucks,” Gator said playfully as he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess you should’ve checked that out before you drove it. Sometimes you women just aren’t very bright when it comes to cars.” He teased her, his brown eyes gleaming as he scanned her features. She picked up his tone, thinking that it sounded like he was lost in a memory. She hoped it was the time she’d yanked out a fistful of his hair when he’d insisted that girls had cooties.

“Ha,” She blinked, hiding the way she was rolling her eyes, “I’ll go in tomorrow and get my car inspected.” She said briefly as she reached for the crank, wanting to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. She turned away, unable to look him in his eyes for too long.

“Need to search ya.” He drawled out slowly, his lips curling up softly as he leaned against the truck. She snapped her eyes up towards him, hating how cocky he still looked.

“What?” She looked at him in disbelief, “Why would you have to search me? My tags are out. That’s it.” She held her hands up, understanding that he knew full well that she wouldn’t have anything bad hidden away.

“We could call it probable cause if you really want,” He said as he turned his lips into a frown and pretended to think about it, “Why don’t you just get out of the car and let me do my job?” He asked as he tapped at her windowsill before taking a few large steps back.

Daphne sighed audibly, but did as he asked. She could remember the way he used to rough house as kids. She didn’t feel like having him drag her out of her little truck. She slammed the door with a little force, shooting him an irritated look as he touched the small of her back and forced her to face the car.

“Spread them,” He said sternly before kicking his boots against her shoes, making her spread her legs wider, “C’mon. Don’t be such a bitch about it. You’re the one driving around with expired tags.” She felt a moan die on her lips as he slowly dragged his thick thigh between her legs and then pulled away.

“Gator,” She gasped as he pressed her forward roughly, “Please.” She squeaked out softly as she used her palms to keep herself balanced against her truck. She held onto it tightly, fearing where her hands might go if she let go.

“What?” He asked as his hands found her hips. He rubbed his calloused fingertips back and forth slowly, just enough to press the hem of her shirt up so he could rub his bare skin against her own. She breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the sparks that traveled up her spine.

“Nothing,” She said quickly, hoping that he didn’t catch onto the desire that was building in her stomach. She swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the guilt that was rising in her bones, “Just get it over with.” She mumbled as she looked ahead, grateful that he couldn’t see her face.

He hummed in response before he began to pat up her hips, doing it rough enough to make her flinch at the first touch. His movements got gentler, slower as he moved further up her torso. She breathed out harshly, trying to pretend like she wasn’t slowly trying to press herself back up against him.

“What’s Frenchie issue?” He hummed softly, her body twitching forward as he brought his fingers down against her ticklish ribs. She fought back a giggle, trying not to get annoyed as he purposely did it again.

“What do you mean?” She asked as she swallowed down her laughter, feeling a little nervous as his fingertips moved up further and further. Her skin felt like it was burning, liquid fire spreading through her veins as Gator’s fingers lingered underneath her boobs. He was silent for a moment, his breath warm as he pressed closer against her.

“Why won’t he fuck you?” He questioned huskily as he whispered into her ear, lightly brushing his tongue out to lick against her earlobe. Her breath caught in her throat as he cupped her boobs in his hands, squeezing roughly as he pulled her back against his warm body.

“He’s a gentlemen.” She whispered when she found the courage to speak. All of her guilt and shame had left, replaced with lust as his fingers pressed lightly into her skin. Gator snorted as he continued to knead at her tits, his lips dragging against the crook of her neck as he pressed his thigh between her legs again.

She moaned softly as he pressed his thigh further against her wet heat, rocking her back and forth slowly as he nipped at the side of her neck. She tilted her head, trying to find the urge to dismiss him from her. His tongue flicked across the base of her neck, trailing up slowly as he dragged it across her cheek and to the corner of her lips.

“You don’t like gentlemen,” He mumbled as he moved his fingers against her spine, before he dipped her fingers up her shirt to unclasp her bra, “You like being treated like a whore.” He responded as he pulled away, leaving her struggling to fix her bra into place.

Her face was hot again, but not from embarrassment as he slowly took a hold of her hands. She breathed out roughly, trying not to think about how well their hands molded together. A soft grin forming on his lips before he pulled his hands away and gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head.

“Gator,” She choked out, feeling exposed as he gripped her bra and tossed it aside. His breath tasted of strawberries this time as he leaned in closer to her, his nose pressing against her skin as he dragged his nimble fingers up her arm again, drawing goosebumps against her skin, “I don’t think this is how you search someone.” Her heart was hammering in her chest as she found the courage to bring her eyes up towards him again.

“You could be hiding something,” He said simply as he traced one of his hands down to her left boob, earning a yelp from her as he pinched her pink nipple, “Strip the rest of the way and bend over.” He said as he took a wide step back. He cocked one of his hips out, resting lazily as he waited.

She could feel her fingers twitch in anticipation as his gaze burned through her skin, like he was examining each exposed inch of her. She darted her eyes from left to right, peeking at the dirt road but she knew that no one else would be coming out this way.

She slowly rolled her shorts down her thighs, bringing her panties down with them. She hoped that by keeping her clothes rolled up together he wouldn’t try and run off with another pair of her underwear. Her heart hammered roughly in her chest as she gripped her ankles and bent over, fully exposing herself to him. She was glad for the night sky, for the odd position so he couldn’t see the way her face was burning.

“God,” He breathed out slowly, sounding far closer to her than she expected, “You’re telling me he’s never touched this?” He asked her seriously. She jolted forward, shutting her eyes tightly as he brought his palm down against her wet cunt. Her legs burned from the position, but she stayed still in fear that he may pull away.

“No,” She whined softly, “Gator, c’mon.” She whispered out, although she wasn’t really sure what she wanted. Her body reacted on an instinct, purring as she pushed her hands up to her knees and rocked herself back against his fingers.

“Whatcha want baby?” He teased her as he dragged his long fingers through her wet folds. She exhaled deeply, curling back as he lightly brushed against her clit. She didn’t care about anything else right now, just about how badly she wanted him.

“You,” She responded as she desperately turned around, “I want you.” She breathed out, sure that her eyes were wide and crazed as she stepped closer to him. His eyes traveled down to her lips, watching her mouth as she spoke.

“You don’t want your pretty boyfriend?” He knitted his eyebrows together as he tilted his head, feigning confusion as she felt like she’d been slapped. She remembered how wrong this was, how terrible her actions were.

She teetered back and forth for a moment before she couldn’t control her want anymore. She didn’t care about Hugh at the moment, and didn't want to think about him. This could be the last time with Gator. She just needed one more taste before she was done.

“Gator,” She sighed deeply as she gripped at the material of his vest, “Please.” She begged him softly, fluttering her eyes up at him as she tried to pull him closer to her. Despite it being so hot earlier in the day, she was growing chilly from the cool air dancing against her bare skin.

“You look pretty begging,” He grinned as he tucked her hair behind her shoulder. She lingered against his touch, feeling like a cat who wanted more pets, “Get on your knees.” He said briskly, cupping his hand over her shoulder before he forced her down.

She yelped softly as she hit the ground hard again, her knees already reddened from their previous encounter. She thought of how he always enjoyed marking her up, even though it was in places no one else would see.

She moved her hands to his thighs, eagerly clawing at the rough material of his pants before she reached to undo his belt. She could feel her heart hammering roughly as she inspected the gun on the side of his thigh, thinking about the time he’d made her suck on the head of one of them.

“I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore?” He questioned her as he gripped her chin, giving her a soft squeeze, “What changed?” He asked huskily as he stared down at her, his brown eyes even darker as she wiggled her way closer to him.

“I want you.” She whispered pathetically as the rocks dug harshly into her knees. She pouted her lips out, hoping to convince him as she nuzzled her face against his skin. His lips curled up, looking satisfied with her answer as he gave her face one last squeeze before he released her.

She felt nervous suddenly, thinking about how she hadn’t done anything like this for three years and he had certainly slept around in the time since she’d been gone. She unzipped his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to stare at the large bulge that greeted her.

She ran her fingertips across his boxers slowly, her eyes watching in fascination as she thought of the way he used to roughly jerk his hips against her hand and the prettiest sounds that left his lips. She pulled his boxers down, giggling at the way his cock popped out.

He was large, even longer than the ones that she’d seen in porn when they’d watched it together. He was slightly paler than the rest of his body and his tip was a nice pink that seemed to match the color of his lips.

She wrapped her hand around him slowly, enjoying the way he throbbed against her palm as she spread some of his precum down the length of his cock. Her eyes felt heavy, similar to the way he felt in her hand as a sigh left his lips.

She kitten licked around the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum on her tongue. She slowly flicked the tip of her tongue against his slit, enjoying the guttural moan that left his lips. She could feel the heat spreading between her legs as she desperately fought the urge to move a hand down and touch herself.

She slowly wrapped her lips around his pink tip, feeling a little encouraged by the way he slowly began to pet through her hair. She forced her jaw to relax, struggling for a moment as she tried to grow accustomed to how he fit inside of her mouth again.

She slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock, squeezing her thighs together at the rough moans that Gator was creating. It sounded better than any song she’d ever heard. She hollowed her cheeks, determined to hear more of those sounds as her desperation to please him rose.

Gator’s fingers slipped through her dark red locks, gripping her strands tightly as he slowly pressed his hips forward. She shut her eyes tightly, gagging as his tip slid against the back of her throat. She gripped a hold of his hips, trying to pause his movements for a moment so she could recollect herself.

She inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to calm the rough way her heart was beating as she picked up her movements again. She swirled her tongue around the ridges of his cock, earning another groan from him as she slowly pressed more and more of him into her mouth. She enjoyed the way he felt in her mouth as she flickered her tongue around his ridges, enjoying the sensation of him.

His cock felt heavy in her mouth as her lips burned from the stretch of him. She slowly dragged her eyes up his abdomen, up his chest until she was greeted with his features. She felt herself moaning around his cock, her clit throbbing as she took in the look of pleasure on his features. She had seen his expression wrinkled up into pleasure hundreds of other times, but somehow this felt different.

He huffed deeply as he rocked his hips forward, moving slowly as she continued to keep a steady pace around his cock. She could feel her movements becoming a little quicker, longer as she tried to fit more of his cock into her mouth. She moved her fingertips to his pink balls, squeezing them softly in her hand to earn another groan from him.

Drool began to leak from the corners of her lips as she bobbed her head with his languid thrusts, her fingers digging into his thighs as he rutted into her mouth. She was fighting the urge to gag as his tip pressed against the back of her throat with each of his movements.

She kept her eyes peeled to his features, drinking in the image of him as his brown eyes fell onto her again. She could feel a giddy feeling forming in her chest as she dragged her tongue along his heavy cock. She liked the way he was watching her; she had always enjoyed being the center of his attention, always craved it. She used to hate when he'd attract the attention of other girls. She had wanted him to herself at one point.

She thought that he was the most handsome person she’d ever seen. She stared at the way his eyebrows knit together as he tilted his head gently back, how wide his lips parted as the sounds rolled off of his tongue. She had an urge to kiss every inch of his skin, to feel his cock dragging inside of her walls instead of her tongue. She pushed his cock further inside of her mouth, desperate to impress him as she rolled her tongue against the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” He spit out as he fisted her hair tightly, squeezing roughly as his movements became more sporadic. She gagged this time, spit leaking free as he fucked into her mouth, “Jesus. Shit, shit.” He cursed as he pressed his hips forward harshly, dragging her roughly by her hair as he pressed roughly into her mouth.

She gagged hard, blinking away the tears in her eyes at the sudden intrusion as his salty cum filled her mouth. She closed her eyes, continuing to flick her tongue across his cock to ensure that he wasn’t leaving anything behind. She felt crazed suddenly, remembering that this could be the last time that he touched her like this.

She stood urgently, gripping a hold of his shoulders for support as she slammed her lips against his. He molded easily the way she had a few days previous, one of his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.

She stood on her tippy toes, moving her palms to his jaw to get better leverage as she slowly rolled his spunk off of her tongue and into his mouth. He groaned in response, his nose brushing against her cheek as their tongues molded against one another's.

She moaned as she rocked her hips forward, her thighs wet with slick as she desperately wanted to feel him touch her. He bit down on her lip, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he gently tugged on her mouth. She whimpered in response, her eyes gleaming over his cocky features in lust.

“You gonna go home and touch yourself, yeah?” He mumbled as he dragged his hands against her hips. She breathed out roughly against his mouth, sharing the same air as him as he pressed his fingers lightly against her clit. She nodded her head desperately, praying for him to do something to her.

“Yeah,” She flicked her tongue out against his mouth again, urging for him to kiss her again, “Whatever you want.” She told him truthfully, offering herself up freely. She’d do whatever he asked right now. He just had to say what.

“Send me a picture,” He bit his bottom lip as he gripped her soft face again, his fingertips digging into her skin as he roughly tilted her eyes up towards him, “Let me know if your boyfriend can taste me on your tongue.” His lips grew into a menacing smirk before he pulled away, taking slow strides backwards until he reached his vehicle.

She was beyond frustrated, her clit throbbing between her legs as her jaw dropped in surprise. She watched the way he sent her a playful wave, how he paid no attention to the way she shyly tried to cover herself as he quickly drove off.

Her hands shook as she dressed herself again, taking a moment to search for where Gator had tossed her bra aside. She felt dirty, her thighs wet and sticky as she took the uncomfortable ride back to the house. She didn’t know how she was supposed to face Hugh again, or how she was supposed to have any dignity. It was like she wasn’t in control of her own actions.

She didn’t have to carry her shopping bags far, as Hugh walked out of the house as soon as she stepped out from the truck. She paused, nearly tripping over the ground as she examined the way Hugh was walking. She felt worried, already feeling a lump in the back of her throat as she was sure she’d been caught.

“What happened?” She asked instead, horrified as she tilted Hugh’s cheek to look at the bandage on his skin. She shook her head in disbelief, hoping that it wasn’t anything that Bruce had done to him.

“Fish flew off,” August answered as he clasped Hugh on the shoulders, giving him a soft squeeze as he laughed, “And the hook got stuck in his cheek.” He replied, grinning wickedly as he twisted his finger into a hook and pressed it against Hugh’s cheek.

“Your father hasn’t stopped laughing,” Hugh replied pitifully as he swatted August’s hand away, “He can’t even look at me now, he just laughs.” He spit out as he pouted his lips out in dismay. Daphne covered her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, Hugh,” She drew out softly, although her mind was still focused on how she could still taste Gator on her tongue, “I’m sorry.” She said a second later, trying to hide her laughter as she was suddenly overcome with emotions. She was glad she was at least laughing and not crying like she wanted to do. She felt the need to scrub her skin clean.

“Now you’re laughing.” He whined, sounding like a small child as he brought his hand up to his sore cheek. She shook her head, blinking away the tears that had formed in her eyes as she thought of how ridiculous she was being. She felt jittery with her worries as she thought about how hurt he’d be if he knew what she had been doing.

“No, no I’m sorry,” She giggled softly as she gently touched the bandage on his cheek, “Oh, it happens to the best of us. I have a scar from a snake bite on my ankle.” She offered, trying to make him feel better as he pulled his face away from her.

“Oh yes,” Hugh said sarcastically, “Compare a snake to a little fishy.” He said teasingly, his hazel eyes sparkling as he watched her. She held a smile to her lips, trying not to think about how she didn’t get the same butterflies that she got when Gator looked at her.

“Just think,” She said softly as she moved her bags to one hand and used the free arm to hold onto his bicep, “Now you’ll always have something to laugh about with my dad.” She reminded him, although she knew it wouldn’t make up for the many memories he already had with Gator.

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman x oc #Every Little Thing #Daphne Williams #Gator x Daphne #Fargo fx #fargo season 5

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Movie Nights and Midnight Frights

By Leefl00f

Summary: N and Cyn decide to watch a not so lighthearted movie for the night. Cyn thinks she can handle it until it becomes too much for her. Luckily, her big brother knows what to do to cheer her up.

Ft. N and Cyn

Note: This is my 400th post for this year let’s gooo! >:D. Thank you @radiant-fanon-maker for the request! I hope I written the story just the way you want it to be!

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Warning(s): None, this is a sfw tickle fic, don’t like keep scrolling

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Screams of absolute terror pierced through the lower chambers of the manor, followed by pleas for mercy. However, they fell onto deaf ears as they were abruptly silenced by the swift slash of a knife across their throats.

Cyn flinched and recoiled as the gruesome scene unfolded before her eyes. She tightened her grip on her snake plushie and leaned closer to her sibling.

"You okay, little buddy?" N asked, turning his head to look at Cyn.

Sensing that N was watching, Cyn composed herself and nodded, attempting to conceal her fear.

It was movie night for Cyn and N. The Elliot couple had gone on another business trip, leaving Tessa in charge of the house. With their parents gone, the maids and butlers finally had a chance to rest from their demanding duties, allowing N and Cyn to have a movie night in N's room.

N wanted to watch their usual movie, but Cyn wanted to do something different, a challenge of sorts. The youngster suggested watching a horror movie together. N thought it was a bad idea since Cyn was too young to watch it, but Cyn was able to convince him to play the movie by assuring him that she was mature enough to handle it. And so, there they were, sitting on the bed with a bowl full of batteries of all shapes and sizes as they watched the thriller.

"Nod. Of course, big brother," Cyn said, giving a small, nervous smile.

Cyn cursed herself internally for stuttering as N raised an eyebrow at her.

"Are you sure? I can change the movie if you-" the butler was cut off as Cyn shook her head at the suggestion.

"No, I assure you I can handle it!" Cyn insisted.

The youngster was proven wrong as another jump scare occurred in the movie, causing her to shout out in surprise.

"Yelp!" She exclaimed, unable to contain her surprise and fear as she flinched and tightened her grip on her stuffed animal once more.

N huffs as he shakes his head in amusement. Ever since Tessa rescued her from the scrapyard, Cyn had wanted to prove herself to her newfound family, showing that she could be useful for the manor. However, they sometimes lead her into trouble or even worse situations that they have to get her out of.

The sound of the movie snapped the butler from his thoughts as it continued to fill the room, Cyn tried her best to focus on the plot, but her mind kept wandering back to the gruesome scenes. N could see her uneasiness and knew that simply replacing the movie wouldn't help; there had to be a way to make her feel better.

A bright light bulb went off as he had the perfect idea to cheer his sister up. Just as another jump scare was coming up, N got into position, hovering his hands over Cyn’s sides, ready to tickle her.

Cyn didn’t notice her brother's sudden movement, as she was more focused on the movie. The protagonist was currently in a life-threatening situation, hiding from the killer. Just when they thought they were safe, a hand slowly made its way towards the back of their hair. Cyn leaned back, readying herself for another gruesome scene to unfold.

But before she could see what was happening on the TV, she felt a pair of wiggling fingers on her sides. Taken off guard, she burst into fits of laughter as she tried to get away from the culprit, only for him to follow her.

"Giggle! Giggle! Big brother! Stop!" Cyn giggled as she continued to struggle.

"Nope! Not until you're smiling again," N replied with a grin, continuing to tickle her.

He stopped for a moment to prop her up on his lap so she couldn't get away before tickling her sides again.

"Tickle tickle! Aren't you the most ticklish person in the manor?" N teased.

"I am not! Squeak! Chortle!" Cyn squealed.

"Yes, you are!" N singsonged, tickling her even more.

Eventually, it was time to move on to another tickle spot as he spidered his fingers over to his sister's belly. Cyn's laughter went up an octave as she began to struggle even more to get out of his grip, to no avail.

"Cackle Cackle! N!" Cyn howled.

The sound of laughter filled the room as the errie sounds of the movie began to drown out. The movie was slowly forgotten about as the older continued to tickle his sibling to pieces. Eventually the credits begain to roll, seeing that the movie ended, N cesed his tickly assault on Cyn.

The younger drone slumped against her bother as she catches her breath. N propped her up back on the soft surface of the bed so that she could relax.

"Feeling better now?" N asked, his eyes filled with amusement yet concern at the same time making sure that he didn't go overboard

Cyn nodded, having caught her breath, she smiled at her brother. "Smile. Very, thank you N."

She opened her arms for a hug in which N gladly accepted, happy to have cheered his sister up. However, her grip on him tightened, too tight. He tried to get out of the surprisingly strong bear hug, but Cyn didn't let go.

"Uh, Cyn? You can let go now." N said

"Chuckle. Oh brother, haven't you heard the saying?" Cyn paused, a mischievous glint in her optics

"An eye for an eye?"

Realizing what she was implying, N tried to escape her grasp.

"N-now Cyn, we can talk about-thihihis! Nohoho wahihihit!" N was cut off as the younger began her tickly revenge on her brother.

Though his plan had somewhat backfired on him, at least Cyn was now smiling and laughing, which was all N wanted.

Fin :)

#:3c #murder drones tickles #sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #murder drones #murder drones n #n murder drones #cyn md #murder drones cyn #thanks for the request!#sfw twords #tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickling community

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melon-cream-enmu · 11 months

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Tw fem afab reader, plus size reader (as usual), noncon, monster fucking technically. Child death. This is literally just because I wanna fuck the spider demon father, there is no other reason. Reader is turned into a demon, reader has an attitude despite knowing she could die again just for getting on a demons nerves, is given to the father and Rui will give you his blood after the father approves of you (his approval is fucking you brainless), squirting, sex related body horror, organ destruction, his dick is much bigger than can actually fit in you but it doesn’t stop him, dick penetrating past where reproductive organs end, he reaches your stomach but never penetrates it cuz I don’t wanna write puke for you guys, organ regeneration, blood from sex, mind break. Uh, rui brings the current mother spider demon to see how the father likes you, so rui is present and watching for a moment while you’re getting fucked so if that makes you uncomfy then please don’t read. Rui is ageless or aged however you want him to be. Rui kills mother spider demon. Reader is mind broken, shows Rui motherly love.

“You seem capable. You’ll be my mother.”

You were confused and frightened. All you had done was follow the crying. At the base of the mountain, you’d heard it, and against your better judgment, followed the sound in the dead of night. Past trees and brush, further and further up. It had been so quiet when you first heard it, but the closer you moved the louder it became.

Gut wrenching sobs, they sounded so scared. When you finally found them you approached slowly. They were dressed in white, now dirty from laying on the ground. When you called out they looked up, and you only had a moment to dwell on their appearance before they ran to you.

You had knelt as you came upon them, and they took to crawling into your lap and holding you tightly as if they’d known you forever. Her tears soaked your clothes near instantly as she shivered and sobbed. She looked up at you and wailed, allowing you to see her sharp fangs.

You’d heard stories of demons. Everyone had, but you’d thought them to only be scary words of warning told to children, but as you sat and cradled this child, you knew they were real. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have it in your heart to push her away, she may be a demon, but she was still a child. You were in danger, but as you held her head to your chest and softly hushed her, you did your best to disregard your own fear.

You shouldn’t have. You should’ve ran with the girl. Found a way to keep her safe for a while. Tried to help. But you’d sat there, sat until the crunch of leaves under foot alerted you to another presence.

“What are you doing.”

The child gasped and turned to face…a boy? A boy, similar in looks to the child but you could tell something was wrong. “I’m sorry, I heard crying and I felt I should-“ you were slapped in the face with something wet and slimy, feeling your lips seal and your face grow cold. “Shut up. Sister, what are you doing.”

The child cowered, slowly standing off of your lap. She was terrified, had been this whole time, but it seemed much worse. “I was…going for a walk…” she kept her head up, trying to keep eye contact but she was trembling. The man doesn’t emote, face staying the same, cold and harsh. “Why were you with a human? Why are you crying?” She began crying harder, shaking as she kept in her sobs. “You go to your family for comfort. You don’t go to anyone else, you don’t need anyone else.” She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t stop it. She began to cry, wailing and choking on hiccuped breaths and she wiped her eyes. “I can’t! I can’t! You’re scary! You’re mean to me! You’re not my brother, I don’t know you! I want my mama-“

You watch in horror as she’s snatched into the air by something you can’t see, and when your body tries to stand she’s already back on the ground in front of you. Landing with a loud thump, you see her head has been cut from her body. Your hands shakily come to her face to touch her cheeks softly, but she’s already fading away before your tears can fall to the ground. Your throat hurts as you think to yourself. ‘How could you?’

You look in the direction of the man, your face twisted in anger that falls quickly. He no longer stands ahead of you, he now stands before you. Looking down at you, his eyes pierce your soul and fill you with a chill that feels like it could freeze your blood. “You mourn for a child you’ve just met, a demon no less” you scoot back in the dirt, wanting to be as far from him as possible. “Mother must not be doing her job if sister was so upset…she’ll have to be discarded. We’ll need a new mother…” his eyes had trailed away in thought, but they now return to you.

“You seem capable. You’ll be my mother.” You have no time to wonder what he means, nor do you have time to scream, as something thin wraps tightly around your neck, cutting off your air and slowly cutting through skin. You mouth gapes, your lungs seeking air. As you look at him pleadingly you observe as he moves his hand. It’s quick, you were hardly able to see it at all, but one moment his hand was intact, the next, his ring, middle, and forefinger are missing from the second knuckle up, having disappeared with a sickening snap and a horrid squelch.

He shoves the broken, bleeding fingers in your mouth, pushing them far down your throat. Your eyes widen and you claw at his hand while you try to scream. All that comes out is a wet gurgling that your body soon choked upon, forcing the blood down your throat in a desperate attempt to clear itself. He speaks as you begin to grow nauseous and dizzy. “I’ve never had a mother like you, we’ll see what father thinks of you.”

Your ears ring and throb as you come to. Your eyes struggle to open, and you feel rocks and twigs snag at your robes as you’re dragged along the forest floor. When your mind clears of its fog you have just a moment to take in your surroundings before you’re thrown backwards. You tumble on the ground but soon pick yourself up on your elbows. The ringing in your ears is fading quickly, as you hear muffled speaking. “Father, I’ve brought someone. She’s stronger than mother, I only turned her an hour ago and she’s already holding herself up.” You feel the ground quake as something or someone lands behind you. “I want to replace mother, I’ll bring her here later and see if you like this one.”

The man leaves, leaves you alone with whatever is behind you. Their breathing is harsh, cracking and wet, and there’s clicking sounds and quiet snapping movements. You turn to face them with a frown, ready to snap at them for practically breathing in your ear, but your heart stops at the sight of them.

He’s terrifying. Tall, monstrously tall, with muscles that assured you he could kill you without even trying. But worst of all is his face, it’s not human, where two eyes should be there are several more surrounding them, where a nose and mouth should be, a giant gaping maw with gnarled teeth and fangs take their place. On instinct you push him away, a bad decision as you’re then roughly grabbed and turned onto your back. You can’t see it but you can feel his eyes moving down your form, and your hairs stand on end.

His hands move from where they’d been pinning your shoulders down and he grips the fabric covering you. He then rips your clothes off you. You gasp, as his hands continue to pull and shred what’s in his way until all that’s left is what’s under you, keeping your body from touching the dirt ground. You glare at him, and go to throw some harsh words but all your confidence and anger vanish in exchange for fear as his hands engulf the meat of your hips and lift them. A shriek leaves your lips as you’re placed in an uncomfortable position, shoulders and head still on the ground and bearing the weight of the rest of your body as he brings your hips near his face.

With how giant his hands are he has no problem hooking his thumbs beneath and between your heavy thighs and holding your legs open. You can feel his breath on you as he lowers his head, you can hear his large inhale as he breathes in the scent of your cunt, you can feel the gravely purr he makes that vibrates his body. Your eyes widen as his tongue, thick and long and wet, slowly falls from his mouth, drool pooling on it before dripping down slowly to land wetly on your lips. Your body jolts, it’s grossly warm and followed by his hot tongue smoothing over you lips, spreading saliva on the skin and hair. He increases the pressure behind its strokes and soon parts your folds, groaning at the taste. He continues to lap up your slick, now increasing at the unfortunate pleasure your fear has not yet let your mind feel. He’s messy, wetness trailing down the front of your mound and pooling at the fold beneath your tummy, soon over flowing and dripping to your belly button. You want to push him away but your arms are growing painfully tired in this position. His tongue smooths over your clit every time and each stroke sends a pleasurable jolt in your gut.

Then, when it feels like it’s been forever and a half of this stimulation, the tip of his tongue presses into your hole. You panic and writhe, finding your voice to yell at him now. “No no don’t put it in don’t you dare fucking-!” You choke on a gasp as the wet muscle penetrates you forcefully, spreading you wide and wiggling deep. You feel the tip tickle your cervix and you feel like you might puke. His chuckle fans puffs of hot air on your sensitive clit and you whimper. He withdraws his tongue slightly before pushing back in, writhing around and massaging every inch of your walls. You whine as your gut twists hard and you feel nauseous, gripping the fabric beneath you so tight your nails begin to tear it as they grow sharper.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it as a moan pours from your lips as you cum, a small stream of fluids escaping past his tongue and squirting onto it and yourself. He keeps going, he doesn’t stop and it’s torture. Your entire body is trembling, and you can’t even find the strength to stop the sounds coming from your mouth. You get a moment to breathe before it’s torn from your lungs in a gasp as he moves you. You grip his hands on your body tightly, nails digging into his tough skin as you try to keep steady. Soon, there’s a weight pressing between your legs.

His one hand, wrapped around your middle and holding you there, is accompanied by his other holding one of your legs aside to allow him access to your cunt. You’re cunt, that’s currently being met with a dick of an impossible size. You cry out and flail. This isn’t possible, it’s too big, too long, yet he’s pushing the tip at your hole, parting your slick lips and rubbing up and down. He pushes then pulls back, multiple times, easing it against you until he jerks you forward, slamming the tip in you. You choke out a scream and fear you may throw up. He stills for a moment, watching as your hands adjust on his while shaking.

And then you’re screaming again. Really truly screaming, because he slowly pushes more in side you, and your body is tearing. Blood pouring down his cock, his legs, dripping from your body onto the ground. Your walls are being tugged apart and torn to shreds. But what makes it worse is you can can feel your body healing as quickly as it’s tearing.

He can feel it. The skin of your lips reforming and connecting around him, your hole closing tightly around him before tearing again as he pushes further. Your walls do the same, gummy flesh bubbling and connecting around him for a moment before falling to pieces again and repeating. It’s near instantaneous.

“None of the previous mothers have been this durable. Let’s hope you don’t break.”

He’s still only a few inches inside you with much left to go, and as you feel immense pressure against your cervix you know he isn’t going to stop. You feel it push until it can’t move any further, and then it tears, just as the rest of you is, and he pushes forward. You’re breathing so fast you fear you may pass out, but the pain keeps you very aware of every move.

“No….please no….” You beg as he pushes the rest of the way in, tearing your intestines, reformed and empty like all of your organs from your transformation, and reaching so far you can feel his wide tip nudge your stomach. He settles, holding your body tight against his, skin to skin, you feel his chest rumble in an approving growl. He can intimately feel the fibers of your muscles and organs reforming around him, snug and perfectly fit, as if your body wants him inside. You still have your human features, (e/c) eyes staring up at him in terror. Eyes that widen so much it must hurt as he pulls out and thrusts roughly back into you. Your scream echos in the forest, it has to have been heard by the people in the village, giving them one more reason to never venture inside it. Blood gushes from your cunt onto his abdomen and it makes fucking you easier, though you’re not any less tight.

You can barely see through your tears and can barely feel anything but the pain of your insides tearing and reforming with every thrust, meanwhile threads of pleasure weave their way with every nerve and fiber of flesh. He lifts your body, still pumping you along his length as he brings his face near yours, pincers moving and feeling for you the closer you get. You shake your head and press against his shoulders, kicking your legs and trying to twist away. You don’t want to kiss this monster, but every effort is useless. They tap your cheeks as his large tongue worms its way into your mouth, stroking yours and reaching for your throat. It’s so thick your lips are forced to rest softly around it, making you suck it as you desperately try to breathe through your nose. He seems to appreciate it, moaning and adjusting his hold on you, one hand under your ass and the other behind your back with his thumb at your breast, pressing and massaging your nipple.

Your body tightens, limbs stretching and muscles growing taught while your head slumps back. His tongue slips from your mouth and a thick string of drool follows, draping down your chin to land wetly on your neck and chest. You know you’ve cum several times already, felt that familiar feeling faintly through the pain but this one was different. You felt it in its entirety, something other than blood gushing out past his dick and onto the demon. Your arms grew weak and fell from his chest. Hazily you noticed his hips take on a leisurely pleasurable rock instead of the ruthless pace he’d set when he started violating your insides. He chitters as he feels your hips wiggle slightly. You’re looking for more.

As he slowly fucks his first load into you, you lift yourself as much as you can, staring at your stomach, pressing a hand to it shakily. The other touches his abs softly, fingertips brushing the skin while you’re oblivious to your own action. You look at his face with a strange expression. He can see you’re thinking, or maybe your brain is refusing to think, but it doesn’t matter as he turns you around on his dick and lets you hang there as he thrusts hard. Your pelvis shatters at the force, bones forming back together by the time he thrusts back in. Groans leave your lips as he fucks you, your body limp and taking him without resistance, and though your organs are still destroyed with every intrusive push, they reform looser and looser, trying to form themselves to fit him.

The world is spinning for so long, countless orgasms pass before your eyes close and remain so from exhaustion. You’re pumped full of cum, so many loads that it constantly leaks and splatters on the ground in globs yet there is still so much inside you. He can feel you heavy belly distending with so much inside it, and he squeezes you occasionally, watching his cum spurt out aggressively past the tight connection of your bodies before he fills you up with more again.

Your moans grow loud, desperate and wanting. You must be hours into the night, several hours have passed since this demon began to take you. You whine, a sound so pleasant to his ears. You muster up all the strength you can and move your hand between your legs. You shakily rub your clit and mewl at the sensation. You pant pathetically as his dick floods your insides again, pace unyielding. He sees your arm and wonders what you’re doing until he feels your walls squeeze him so tight you milk his load from him. He can’t believe it. He turns your body back around to face him.

You’re smiling. Lips glossy and wet, drool dripping from them as you pant and moan and whine. Your eyes stare at his hazily with a look of eager pleasure. Your hand is between your legs, fingers messily rubbing your clit as your hips make every effort they can to get more of his cock despite the fact he hasn’t stopped. He chuckles darkly, deep and loud and echoing through the trees. He holds you with one hand, leaning back and admiring you as he fucks himself with your body like it’s a toy. His voice is gruff as he speaks down at you. “Yeah? You like that?” Slowing to a relaxed pace he can feel how your body no longer destroys itself, having reformed to fit perfectly, now molded just for his cock.

You’re squirming again, allowing him to squeeze your plush flesh harder to keep you steady. You whine like a brat. “C’mon please, go faster! I want you more!” His laughter is loud, so deep you can feel it rumble in him as he fucks you faster again. You squeal and moan and pant and whine, shamelessly letting anyone nearby know how much you love his cock in you. How much you love him. Your voice wobbles and you’re bounced at such a frantic pace, “yes yes yes, fuck, I love your cock! I love you, gimme more!” Liquid gushes from you with every thrust, and your legs are throughly sticky with the massive loads of his cum that have been squirted from your hole by his aggressive pounding. Your nerves are buzzing, it feels like lightning down your spine and you love it.

At the far edge of the clearing, just within the trees, Rui stands watching with his mother tied up and dragged along with him. Your voices are far but they echo. Father greatly enjoys you, and you’re eagerly submissive and loving, just how a mother should. Just how his mother isn’t. She watches from the ground, disgusted. What a freak, a whore you are to be enjoying that. It was a painful and humiliating ordeal anytime that monster forced her to pleasure him but you’re taking it without issue. You’re covered in blood and…other things, and it’s vile to look at. But she can’t take her eyes away, and she’s stiff as a board. She’s paralyzed with fear, knowing that this means death. She’s been replaced, she’s no longer needed. She watches fear and disgust twisting her gut as you reach up for him and beg for a kiss, which he gives you eagerly, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders and holding you close. His hips crash into yours roughly and they still, and she watches with bile rising to her throat as cum escapes you in globs that land on the ground. How long ago did rui find you? It’s obvious that you’ve been stuffed so much that you can’t hold anymore, and she cringes as he lifts you off his dick and you leak more. You practically crawl up his body, resting your head on his shoulder and breathing heavily. And he holds you there, tight and secure, and she can hear his victorious chuckle as you draw mindless patters on his chest, even rubbing your back and groping you more.

“She’s only been a demon for several hours and she’s already doing your job better than you ever did.” Her head whips to Rui who doesn’t even look at her, too enraptured by the scene before him. She shakes with fear and begins to cry. “No please, I’ll do better! I-I can do better!” “Not better than her…” he says with a tilt of his head, watching how your slick body is caressed by his fathers hand and how you press kisses to his cheek and neck. His mother is writhing beside him, spitting pleas and desperate promises that soon get on his nerves. He wrenches her forward by her collar and makes her watch. She can feel the tread quickly wind around her neck and cut skin and her heart beats faster than it ever had.

With a squelching slice her head falls heavy to the ground. Soon, her body is crumbling and he shakes out her robes, freeing them of the gross remnants impatiently. The ground crunches under foot as he walks over to father. Your onslaught of love stops when he’s close and your head turns. Your eyes widen and your lips open in a happy gasp when you see his face, wiggling in his fathers arms until he sets you down. You rush forward and grab in a hug, wrapping your arms around him and swaying slightly. “Hello my son. It’s nice to meet you!” Rui can’t remember the last time he was hugged, or if he was ever given a kiss to his head like you did just now. He remains emotionless but you don’t seem to mind, face still happy when you pull away. You return to father and bounce excitedly on your feet. Rui tosses him mothers clothes that are now yours and he catches them without even looking. Their eyes haven’t left each others since Rui's approach but father looks away when you ask for a kiss.

He picks you up, chuckling as you lay a kiss to his fang before closing in on your face and touching you with his pincers as they extend to touch you. He throws your robes over his shoulder and walks into the trees, leaving Rui behind, still watching. “Where are we going?” you say with a giggle. “Somewhere to wash off.” “Oooh.” You hum in excitement, trailing your hand from his neck where you’d been playing with his hair. “And what else?” You’re drawing slow circles on his chest with your finger and he growls appreciatively. “Why, is that little brain of yours planning something?” Your eyes nearly sparkle as you giggle and give a teasing ‘maybe’. He can feel himself twitch at the thought of you so desperate to be fucked again this soon.

Rui stands in the clearing long after you’re out of site. He wonders when he’ll get a chance to give you more of his blood with how much you’ll want to be with father. Maybe you don’t need any at all. He walks off to inform his brothers and sisters of their new mom, if they hadn’t already figure it out from the noises you and father were making.

#THIS ONES REALLY TOASTED #ITS BURNT #cream slayer #toasted sugar cream #cream afab #cream fem #cream writes #tw noncon #cw noncon

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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what about reader who was isekaied in the agriche family along with roxana? so while she had jeremy and dion do her bidding, the reader tamed charlotte and gotten closer to grizelda?

𝒪𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 <𝟥 𝐼𝓈𝑒𝓀𝒶𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓅𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝓂𝒶𝑜

𝒮𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑅𝑜𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒟𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝒥𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎/𝓃

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E/c eyes gleamed with delight, sadistic delight as she watched her soul sister Roxana devour a guard with her newfound weapon, the poisonous butterflies. You went up to her and complimented the young woman with her work as she smirked. You were Y/n Agriche, Roxana’s half sister and the most beautiful woman in the entire mansion. Roxana had adored you from the start because of your caring, affectionate yet intimidating and sadistic personality. It was just balanced out so perfectly, you were the perfect balance between good and evil. Jeremy had admired you from afar but never made any effort to speak to you, which was fine. You were not interested in a siscon brat anyway. ( I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS BUT THIS IS JUST THE READER’S PERSONALITY ) Dion had blushed, whenever you had been around but that was just creepy, he followed you around but once again never talked to you. Fountaine however was a whole different story not only did he have the courage to speak to you, he would also shamelessly flirt and catcall you. He was even worse than Dion Agriche. Watching from the corner of his eye as you danced, oh you were so flexible… you know the kind of things he could do with you? He could have you underneath him begging to fill you up but that was just his disgusting fantasy. You wouldn't even look his way in reality. Expressing your disgust with a scoff whenever he was around but today in particular he decided to get a little handsy, he placed his right hand on your chest and left hand on your exposed thigh because your dress was a thigh slit dress. He was standing behind you, body to body, the only thing in his way were the clothes. You felt absolutely disgusted and threw a jeweled dagger his way, stabbing his shoulder.

“This is a warning, Sir Fountain i’m a respectful woman so don’t let this happen again,” Y/n threatened

Meanwhile Grizelda who was walking by took an interest in the evil beauty,

“My~ y/n you truly are even more beautiful than what people describe you,” Grizelda sighed admiring you

“Thank you, I truly admire your eyes, they remind me of roses,” Y/n smiled, making eye contact

“Hmm.. Y/n would you care to join me for tea? Perhaps we could talk about that new novel that came out or some gossip going around in the mansion?” Grizelda asked

“Of course sister, I'll bring your gift first,” Y/n motioned for the maid to go get a gift from the pile she kept in her room just in case she was invited to a party out of nowhere.

The maid came back holding a dress pin of a gold beetle studded with rubies, it was a very beautiful piece. Y/n handed it to Grizelda and both girls made their way into the garden

“Giving me a gift like that out of nowhere~ hmm.. Now I have nothing to give you Y/n,” Grizelda sighed and you could smell her fresh minty scent.

“No need to worry about that Grizelda, after all you were the one that invited me,” Y/n huffed taking a seat

“By that new novel series, did you mean the novel ‘Lady Olivia’s dark secret’?” Y/n asked

Grizelda nodded, “Yes, that series is so well written! I love horror books and that series has to be my favorite,” Grizelda exclaimed blowing on her tea

“Ohhhh, that's my favorite series as well! I especially loved the part where she found the victim in a loose floorboard dismembered under the staircase,” Y/n blew on her tea as well

“Right?? Those books give me so many wonderful ideas~” Grizelda laughed sadistically

“Hmm..perhaps we should try some of them out on a servant?” Y/n inquired sweetly

“That's a wonderful idea, not only are you a beauty but you are also incredibly intelligent!” Grizelda laughed

“You flatter me too much,” Y/n blushed ( ITS PLATONIC )

“Nonsense, I never flatter anyone,” Grizelda sighed

“Have you heard that Lady Maria had a crush on Miss Sierra?” Y/n giggled

“What? Is that why they are always together?? How cute!!” Grizelda giggled

“Yes, I saw lady Maria kiss lady Sierra very close to her lips the other day!!” Y/n squealed

“Whatttttt??? I want to know what father thinks of thisss~~ hehe~~” Grizelda whispered

“He thinks they are just really good ‘friends’,”Y/n swatted her hands

“They were very fruity from the start! There isn’t any way that they aren’t in love with each other!!” Grizelda exclaimed

The tea the girls had in their hands had now been abandoned, while they took a walk around the garden whispering gossip from around the mansion into each other’s ears and giggling like schoolgirls with a crush.

Eventually it had gotten dark and both girls had to go back, exchanging a hug both girls left reluctantly. They were definitely SOUL SISTERS.

The next morning Grizelda had come over to greet y/n, when she saw a young woman fast asleep covered in silk sheets. She opened the blinds and shook y/n awake.

“There's DRAMA~ in the living room~~” Grizelda laughed

This made Y/n shoot up from bed and change into a gown within the span of a minute as she made her way into the living room.

Grizelda and Y/n noticed a young teenage red haired girl fighting with another purple haired boy around her age. Y/n and Grizelda took a seat by the couch to watch how this would go down and sure enough, Charlotte won.

“Congratulations darling, you are a true Agriche~” Y/n cooed

“You played it out well, just control you anger a little dear~” Grizelda smiled

It felt good to be praised and recognized for your effort,

“You are an Agriche right miss, how come I have never seen you around?” Charlotte asked y/n

“Uhm, you most likely have seen me around, I just usually wear a mask because I don’t like meeting Fountaine,” Y/n said sheepishly

“Hmm that's understandable, I hate everyone here!” Charlotte grumbles

“Evennnn meeeeee?” Y/n asked

“Yeah even you,” Charlotte said

What a tsundere, honestly

“We were going to the market to get accessories, want to come along?” Grizelda asked Charlotte

“Eh? Me? Why?” Charlotte asked

“Because you might like something too,” Y/n said

“Okay…” Charlotte said

“Great!!” Y/n exclaimed as Y/n and Grizelda grabbed each of Charlotte’s hands and ran towards the Carriage

Meanwhile Roxana couldn’t help but feel upset that Y/n hadn’t visited her in days, because she was always with Grizelda or Charlotte.

#wtptflob #way to protect the female leas older brother #grizelda agriche #charlotte agriche #roxana agriche #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #sierra agriche #maria agriche #manwaha x reader #webtoon x reader #agriche family x reader #agriche fanfic

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genz420 · 1 year

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Beauty of Scars & Flowers - Chapter 1: Gate Of The Gods.

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The last time Larys saw his little niece, she was still little. It had been at the funeral of the three Strongs, and the Lyanna had been wrapped in bandages from the fire. Larys had partly hoped that Lyanna had also died in the fire, that he would be the last legitimate Strong left. He didn’t have the heart to kill the little girl who had lost her parents. Instead, he would make her his little pawn to use.

Larys had left Lyanna to grow up in Harrenhal and had let her take on the jobs that he had abandoned in favour of helping Queen Alicent. Larys had no interest in who raised Lyanna, no care that his bastard sister had filled Lyanna's mind with knowledge of the old ways and made sure that Lyanna wouldn’t be anyone's pawn to use.

In that time, Lyanna had grown into a literal strong woman—beautiful and kind, with long dark brown hair that would be kept down and Strong brown eyes. Inheriting the typical Darry freckles, with her face covered in them, the number of dots on her skin would often cause Alys worry. Lyanna had taken to wearing her mother's house colour of brown or a soft yellow rather than Strong Blue, wanting to distance herself from any part of her father.

Larys had been surprised by Lyanna’s beauty when he had first set eyes on her on the King's Road, part of him glad that she had taken from her mother in looks rather than Harwin. He would have difficulty if Lyanna towered over all the men and was taken from Harwin's stature.

Lyanna hadn’t spoken much since Larys arrived and joined her in her carriage; she just kept her eyes out the window rather than on the cripple in front of her.

“I think that the city and new environment will suit you well,” Larys spoke up, his voice slightly cracking as he broke the silence of the moving carriage.

“Harrenhal is my home, uncle,” Lyanna informed him, her eyes scanning over the people that quickly passed by. “I much prefer being there,”

The news of moving from the beauty of the Riverlands to the capital took time to digest. It was well known to everyone in the realm that the capital was a beauty to be held, but it stank worse than a newborn's first shit. The streets of King’s Landing weren’t as bad as she thought they would be, half expecting people to be dead on the streets or at least begging for money. Larys had ensured that Lyanna had entered through the Gate of the Gods rather than the Dragon or Old Gate so that she would be spared from the horrors of the Flea Bottom.

Larys had insisted on taking some of the Kingsgaurd to escort his little niece to the safety of Red Keep, where she would be locked away until she found herself a husband or followed in her father's footsteps and be forced back to Harrenhal. The Queen had been more than happy to allow the Kinggaurds to accompany them, mainly because that would mean that Larys might stay out of the Keep longer.

“Being so far away from your family, from me, has allowed you to inherit your father's lack of respect and loud mouth,” Larys commented as he watched Lyanna look out the small window. He remembers when he first saw the city's wonders, so different from the Riverlands for the lack of natural beauty.

Lyanna held herself back from rolling her eyes at her uncle's words, knowing that it would only make him lecture her about her attitude. She leans closer to the window, trying to see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya Hill. Lyanna doesn’t follow the faith of the seven, but she must admit the Sept is a sight to behold, the greatness matching the dead Weirwood tree of Raventree Hall.

Larys tapped his cane on the carriage floor; he has never been good at talking with Lyanna. He fears that she knows the truth about the fire of Harrenhal, but he highly doubts that the teenager would be able to figure it out all on her own and the only person who knew the truth is the Queen herself.

“It will get easier,” Larys told her, hoping she will appreciate his attempt to soothe her. To bond with her.

“The smell?” Lyanna asked, her nose scrunched as she finally looked away from her window and towards her uncle.

The smell of King’s Landing is almost strong enough to make her stomach turn. She is used to the natural smell of woods and even the dingy but warm smell of Harrenhal. Lyanna wondered how someone could live here with such a smell, but maybe it was because they had never been exposed to true nature.

Lyanna didn’t mean to disrespect her uncle, but she found it hard to look at him, not because of his crippled foot but because she wondered if he and her father shared similarities. Her father will forever haunt her because she will always be left with the question of why she wasn’t good enough, yet his bastards were.

“I’m afraid that never gets easier to deal with, but being a lady of the court. Being here will allow you to mingle with potential suitors and bring honour and respect back to our house,” Larys answered her; he knew that Lyanna knew her place and that her role was to keep their family line alive.

“So that's why I’m here?” Lyanna asked, leaning her head against the plush wall of the carriage. “So that you can find someone to marry me off to?”

Lyanna knew that she should be grateful for this opportunity, that any other girl, highborn or not, would jump at the chance to become a lady of the court. If she were to find a husband, this would be the best place, but she would be content to live out her days at Harrenhal and let her House die out with her and her uncle. Or even passing the title over to one of her cousins.

“You have bled,” Larys simply answered because his words were true. He has avoided trying to marry Lyanna to someone for quite some time because she hasn’t bled, but now he is free to do so, and she can give a man heirs like she was born to do.

“And tell me, uncle, is Harrenhal to be included in my dowry this time?” Lyanna asked; it is a simple question, but she knows whether it is included in her dowry would impact her attempt to find a husband.

If it were to be included, it might scare away any suitors North of King’s Landing, and the supposed curse of being the Lord of the castle might affect her chances. But she would be more than happy to wed a southerner, to have the opportunity to travel far from the realm than just the Riverlands and a few castles of the Westerlands.

“Your future husband and children will become lords of the castle,” Larys confirmed, and he watched Lyanna nod at his words. He was happy to give someone else the title of Lord of Harrenhal, pass on the responsibilities he had long neglected, and allow Lyanna to take over.

“Maybe we should consider marrying you off,” Lyanna joked, laughing to herself because she knew no lady would want to wed or bed her uncle if they were unpaid.

“My focus is solely on helping our Queen and finding you a husband,” Larys calmly told her, not finding her jokes funny. “You and Princess Helaena have some common interests, and I think you two will get along. The queen hopes you will befriend the princess,”

“I heard that she isn’t quite there. Is it true?” Lyanna asked; it was no secret how strange the princess was compared to her siblings and husband. Rumours that she is that way because of the customs of the Targaryens, and it is time that one of the current members is affected by their sins.

“Princess Helaena is a little different, but she is kind,” Larys corrected Lyanna; he didn’t know what would happen to Lyanna if someone else heard her words. No doubt the Hightowers would take offence to her words and make her the latest threat to one of their dragons.

“I look forward to meeting her,” Lyanna ended the conversation as she looked out the window. She is tired of looking at her uncle, and King’s Landing is a new and exciting place she wants to explore even though she probably won’t be able to.

Her words held the truth; she would be kind and respectful to the princess. Larys relaxed back into his seat. He hoped that Lyanna would flourish in the new environment and be able to further their family as the kingdom's leader.

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Munson's Mixtape

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 3,470

Warnings: Mrs. Cunningham being a bitch, Mention of the Devil, Death (Chrissy, Fred, Patrick), References to Jason being an asshole.

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Hope you guys liked this chapter! The next one will have Eddie reuniting with his lady in the trailer... but be warned. Next chapter won't be all sunshine and rainbows.

Track Fifteen

Y/N has never been in the back of a police car. Not once in her 20 years of life. She was always careful, anything to avoid her mother's wrath if she dared to do something untoward. However, her two decade long streak has come to a screeching halt. She was currently sitting in the back of Chief Powell's SUV, with Max Mayfield sitting beside her. Dustin and Lucas were in another car, and they were all heading to the Wheeler household. Y/N had asked the chief of police to stop at Rick's car to grab the duffle bag she had taken from her house. He agreed, and now she was peeling through Chrissy's diary trying to find something to back her story up. If she was going to successfully pin this thing on Jason, she needed more solid proof than her word.

Max was looking at her like she was insane, but kept her mouth shut. She was a smart girl, and knew better than to ask her what she was going in front of the cops. Y/N was reading her sisters most private thoughts as quickly as she could. She knew that if she found something useful, the police would confiscate it as evidence. They too would know every detail of Chrissy's life, the good, the bad, and the embarrassing. Y/N just hoped Chrissy would forgive her, wherever she was. She was framing her sister's boyfriend for murder, but Y/N held on hope that it wouldn't get that far.

The Carver's had influence, and once the panic eventually died down they would probably find the best lawyer they could to free Jason. She didn't think claims of a satanic serial murder would hold up in court, at least not for him. Hawkins was crazy enough to believe Eddie would do such a thing, but not All Star American Good Ol' Boy Jason Carver. By then Y/N would have enough evidence to prove Eddie's innocence, and then the cases would go cold. It made her sad to think Vecna couldn't be punished in a court of law, that he would never serve jail time for his crimes. But hopefully he will be dead by the end of this, and Y/N will have comfort in the thought that Chrissy could finally rest in peace knowing her real killer is gone forever.

Throughout Y/N's search she found a few entries in the diary that could be helpful, with a good enough spin. There was one from September that mentioned Patrick.

September 8th, 1985

Dear Diary, School starts tomorrow, and normally I would be excited for the new year, but this time I'm not. Last night Annie threw a last weekend of summer party at her house. Jason picked me up as usual, and everything was going great until Andy suggested everyone play spin the bottle. I didn't want to do it, but Jason said it was just a silly game and that it didn't mean anything. During the first half of the game I had to watch Stephanie, Michelle, and Crystal all kiss my boyfriend on the mouth. I tried not to feel jealous, they all said it was just fun. It didn't feel like fun to me. None of the boys landed on me at first, and I didn't know if I should've felt relieved or upset about it. I don't want to kiss any boy other than Jason, but it hurt seeing it happen to him over and over again. I wanted to get even, and I had my chance when Patrick spun on me. Jason gave him such a dirty look, and Patrick told me I didn't have to if I didn't want to. That was nice of him, and even though I was jealous of other girls kissing Jason, I didn't want to upset my boyfriend. So I just kissed him on the cheek, it was a bit closer to his mouth than I would normally do, but I never made contact with his lips. After I sat back down, Jason pulled me up by the arm and dragged me into the kitchen. He threw an absolute fit! As if he wasn't doing worse! He said it was different for girls, that I was his and his alone. I told him it was just a kiss on the cheek, but Jason wouldn't listen. He never listens when he's angry. After that he left me at the party and drove home. Patrick gave me a ride himself, and said he would talk to him today. I just hope I don't have to start senior year without a boyfriend, I already know what prom dress I want to buy.

After Y/N read the entry she thought of different ways she could make it seem like Jason had it out for Patrick. It would be difficult, considering the fact that they were friends, but not impossible. A second entry from the beginning of March mentioned Fred.

March 4th, 1986

Dear Diary, I got interviewed by the school paper today! Fred wanted to do a piece on the cheerleading squad and I was picked! My picture is going to be in it and everything! I'm so excited to tell Y/N about it. Even Jason's sour mood can't bring me down. He was sooooo convinced Fred was going to say something bad about me, because according to him Fred only writes bad things about Jason, and because I'm his girlfriend that means he's gonna write bad things about me too. I just think he's paranoid. Jason can be a little narcissistic sometimes, thinks the world revolves around him. He said the world revolves around us, which is sweet I guess. I don't know, he's been stressed out about his last basketball season of High School and getting into Yale. So I won't hold it against him.

Those two entries were all Y/N had to defend her case. There were others that talked about fights her sister and Jason had, but the rest of the diary sang his praises. She was sad reading how Jason had treated her sister, and that she didn't realize how cruel he could be. Chrissy didn't deserve Jason's bullshit, but it was too late for her to say anything about it now.

Before she realized it Chief Powell was pulling into the driveway of the Wheeler house. She could see a half dozen cars parked there, her mother's car included. Y/N's heart started pounding, she didn't think her mother would bother to show up, but she was here, waiting for her. The thought gave her little comfort.

Chief Powell opened the back door of the car and let the two girls out. There was another police vehicle in the driveway, so Dustin and Lucas must already be inside. As they walked through the door, all Y/N could hear was yelling.

Max went to sit down next to the boys on the love seat, and Y/N slowly walked to stand beside them. She purposefully ignored her mother's frigid stare. When the Chief walked in everyone stopped speaking for a moment, waiting for him to speak first.

"Okay. The story I've heard tonight is something I, quite frankly, find hard to believe. If you would have asked me a month ago if I thought the Devil was in Hawkins, I'd tell you to check yourself into the loony bin. But now, I don't know what to believe. So right now we are going to get to the bottom of this. Starting with you three." Chief Powell said sternly. Before any of the kids could speak the parents in the room started shouting again.

"The Devil? What's this about the Devil?" Mrs. Sinclair yelled. Lucas sank deeper into his seat. That was her I-mean-business-voice, and he knew he was about to be in deep shit.

"Oh God, Dusty what is he talking about?" Mrs. Henderson asked her son, wiping stray tears off her face with a hanky.

"What on Earth?" Mrs. Wheeler gasped in shock.

"I knew it! I knew Satan himself was involved with this!" Mrs. Cunningham shouted, and Y/N held her head down. She tried to stop herself from shaking. She looked up for just a moment only to find her mother staring daggers at her.

"That's enough!" Chief Powell shouted, but Y/N ignored him. The officers started asking the kids questions, about what they were doing at Lovers Lake. She couldn't focus on them, she was frozen by her mother's icy eyes. They were locked on to her, like a missile about ready to strike. The rest of the parents were shouting again, but Mrs. Cunningham never said a word.

"Shut up!" Chief Powell shouted. Y/N looked over to him, the spell her mother had on her finally broken.

"We're gonna try a more civilized approach. One at a time. You first." Chief Powell said as he pointed at Max.

"Wait, what? Why me? I'm not even in Hellfire." Max protested.

"Follow me." Said Officer Callahan as he lead her upstairs.

"And you, stay right here." Chief Powell said pointing to Y/N. "You two go in the other room, I'll deal with you later."

Dustin and Lucas gave Y/N a pitied look, before they nodded and walked into the kitchen, Lucas' little sister trailing behind them. That left Y/N alone with Chief Powell and the rest of the parents. She moved to sit down on the love seat, when she barely made contact with the cushion her mother went in on her.

"You have a lot of explaining to do missy. First, you selfishly ruin your sister's funeral, embarrassed me and your father in front of everyone, and now this? What is wrong with you! I knew your father was wrong, he should have never bothered calling Notre Dame. You should have stayed away before you ruined absolutely everything!" Mrs. Cunningham shouted. They stopped and stared at her mother's harsh voice, the other mothers in the group turned back to look at Y/N with a sympathetic look on their faces.

"That's enough Mrs. Cunningham, it's my turn to ask the questions." Chief Powell said sternly. Her mother looked like she wanted to continue, but she knew not to embarrass herself in front of the police.

"Okay Miss. Cunningham, can you continue what you were saying earlier? About Jason Carver?" Chief Powell asked. Mrs. Cunningham whipped her head around to face the Chief, protest ready on her lips before he raised a hand at her to keep quiet.

"I believe it was Jason who made a deal with the Devil... I think he wanted revenge against Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Jason... he's not who you think he is. It sounds crazy, but I know he somehow made contact with Satan himself, and through whatever means he was able to use black magic to kill all three of them. My sister often singed his praises, but she always saw the good in people... She didn't see how wicked he was." Y/N replied. She tried to make her voice sound haunted, scared out of her wits. Chief Powell was about to ask her to elaborate before her mother cut him off.

"How dare you. How dare you point the finger at Jason. You have no idea what you're talking about." The words were laced with venom as Mrs. Cunningham said them.

“Mom, it was Jason. I know it was him.” Y/N pleaded, but her mother ignored her.

“Shut your mouth young lady. Jason is a good, sweet, God fearing young man. He loved your sister! He wouldn’t make a pact with the Devil, stop spreading these lies.” Mrs. Cunningham replied, sick of her daughter's antics.

“I’m not lying! She told me they fought a lot, and Jason was paranoid she was going to leave him! See here, I have Chrissy’s diary." Y/N grabbed the book she hid behind her and opened it up to show the pages she marked.

"They went to a party and played spin the bottle, she kissed Patrick on the cheek and Jason flipped out." Y/N flipped the book over to show her mother and Chief Powell. She turned the pages frantically to find the next entry she dog eared.

"And here, Chrissy wrote that she did an interview with Fred about the cheer squad, and she said Jason didn't like him because Fred always wrote about his failures in basketball. Jason is the only one who's connected to all of the victims! That’s the only explanation! Jason signed his name in the Devil’s black book!" Y/N shouted. All of the parents in the room looked at her in shock and horror, all except her mother, who looked at her as if she belonged on a stake ready to be set aflame.

“Are you sure about this young lady?” Chief Powell asked.

“Yes. Something is wrong with Hawkins, so horribly wrong. We all know it, but are too afraid to admit it. I don’t know how Jason made his evil pact, but it’s the only thing that makes sense." Y/N felt the tears fill her eyes, this time she didn't have to fake them.

"I saw how Chrissy died, she levitated from the ground. Her bones shattered in place, her eyes... oh God her eyes were ripped out from the inside. No man could do that. Jason is trying to pin this on Eddie, he knows what people in town think of him. It would be so easy… but he didn’t fool me. He won’t get away with this.” She held firm throughout her tale. Y/N prayed that it was enough to convince Chief Powell. His face was still a bit unreadable, but he looked less skeptical than he did at Lover's Lake.

“Alright then. If you wouldn’t mind going into the kitchen with the others Miss. Cunningham, I’d like a word with your mother.” Y/N nodded and slowly walked away, leaving her mother and Chief Powell to speak privately. When she walked into the kitchen Dustin, Lucas, and his sister were all standing in the hallway next to the stairs.

"So, what if, with each kill, he's not simply killing them, he's making a powerful psychic connection with his victims? A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of time and space." Dustin whispered loudly. Y/N stopped right in her tracks, the group didn't notice her presence yet. A feeling of dread so intense it gripped her from the inside out. Vecna was far more powerful than she had feared.

"He's opening more gates." Lucas replied.

"Bingo." Dustin replied. They heard another officer walk by the hallway and slowly headed back to the kitchen, Y/N quietly trailed behind.

"Why would he be opening more gates?" Dustin asked.

"To take over the world." Lucas replied, and that idea made the dread inside of Y/N grow thicker with every passing moment.

"And who do we know who wants to take over the world?" Dustin asked.

"The Mind Flayer." Lucas whispered. It was like the two of them were having their own private conversation, oblivious to Y/N and Lucas' sister's presence.

"So if the Demogorgon was just his foot solider, Vecna is his five-star general. A five-star general with the power to open gates." Dustin whispered frantically.

"Holy shit." Lucas said has he put his hands behind his said.

"Holy shit." Dustin replied in turn.

"Holy shit. That was incomprehensible. You lost me at Mothergate. Please be kind. Rewind." Lucas' sister said with distain.

"I agree, I have no idea what any of that meant." Y/N said finally making her presence known.

Dustin groaned and went back to the beginning of his theory. He explained what he knew about the massive gate that was in Hawkins Lab, the first one they found when Will went missing. He further explained how that gate remained open for a year before their friend Eleven, the girl with superpowers Dustin had told her about days prior, had closed it. They thought the gate was closed forever, until the Russians tried to open a new one under Starcourt Mall. A part of The Mind Flayer had possessed Will, and from there possessed dozens of other people in Hawkins. After they defeated the corporeal Mind Flayer in the mall, Eleven lost her powers, and they thought everything was finally over. That was until Vecna appeared, with his ability to open gates wherever he killed his victims.

Y/N's mind was racing. She hated every word that came out of Dustin's mouth, each statement more horrifying than the next. How was she oblivious to everything? Living her happy-go-lucky life as if there wasn't a living hell that casted it's dark shadow over Hawkins. Dustin had only given the cliff notes version of the story before, this, this was way worse. Lucas' sister, Erica she now knew, had led them to the dining room of the Wheeler house, convinced someone could hear their conversation. They all sat down at the table as Dustin paced back and forth in front of it, rambling on about his theories on Vecna.

"So our working theory is that Vecna makes remote contact from his attic. We don't know why. We assume he can do it from anywhere." Dustin sat back down when he noticed Erica staring into space. Y/N followed her line of sight and noticed the light from the chandelier was flickering in a pattern.

"Are you even listening to me?" Dustin asked.

"Yea, I'm listening. It's just..." Erica said as she walked towards the light fixture in the ceiling. "You said you followed Vecna through lights, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Dustin replied.

"Because I think he's here." They all stood up from the table to see what Erica was talking about. Y/N didn't look away once as the light maintained its steady pattern. A bad feeling settled in Y/N's stomach, she feared that whatever it was that was causing the lights to flicker was up to no good.

"S... O... S..." Dustin whispered. "Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate?”

“Yeah?” Lucas replied.

“I overestimated them.” Dustin said in a disappointed tone. Y/N walked over and stood in front of the kids, her arms crossed against her chest.

“How do you know it’s them? What if it’s Vecna or something else? What if they’re trying to trick us?” Y/N asked, she was skeptical that it was truly Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Steve on the other side of that light.

“It’s Eddie. I know Steve, Robin, and Nancy don’t know Morse Code, but he knows S.O.S. Nancy knows about Will communicating through the lights when he went to the Upside Down, it has to be them.” Dustin replied.

“Eddie? Eddie if that’s you can you show me a sign? If it’s Vecna you can kindly go fuck yourself, I’m not in the mood for this.” Y/N turned to face the lights, her arms moving from her chest to her hips with a serious look on her face. If Vecna wanted her he could just stop wasting her time and do it already, she didn't want to play any silly game.

The pattern of the lights stopped for a moment, the light maintaining a consistent glow, before it started up again. This wasn't the same S.O.S Dustin pointed out earlier, it was something else. The light flickered once and held the glow before dimming, then it did it a second time, and a third in the same way. Then it started flickering again, a steady 1, 2, 3, 4 beat. Other lights on the chandelier started to flicker as well, all following a consistent beat. Y/N began tapping the rhythm on the chair in front of her, and just like that, muscle memory kicked it. It was the same motion she made when she tapped the steering wheel of her Buick, every time she listened to Eddie's mixtape. It was the beat to For Whom The Bell Tolls. She started to softly sing the lyrics of her favorite song, the one she told Eddie and only Eddie.

"Make his fight on the hill in the early day… constant chill deep inside… Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey. On they fight, for they’re right, yes, but who’s to say… Oh God Eddie baby you’re a genius!” Y/N cheered. She turned around to face the rest of the group, a massive smile on her face. Eddie was here, in a way, and he was alive.

“Hey! Meet us in Nancy’s room, I’ve got an idea!” Dustin yelled. Y/N followed the kids as they stole the Lite-Brite from Mike and Nancy's little sister and headed upstairs. She hoped that whatever Dustin was planning would work. Y/N hated the idea of Eddie staying in the Upside Down for a single minute longer.

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In his eyes PT 7

Joel Miller fanfic

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Tlou

Summary: When your sister and her husband died, your left in charge of your niece. What happens when you encounter a man and another teen on a quick supply run?

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It had been a while since you got a good rest. Usually you're the first person to be up and getting things going but your going through a tough moment. A few months ago you injured yourself after running away from clickers at night. It confirmed your suspicion that raiders had been in this town recently but you just weren't sure how close they were to you. The aches on your body were strong enough for you to groan as you stood up, but not loud enough to wake up Sarah, who was curled next to you. You made your way outside to get some air and enjoy the pretty show of stars. Lost in your thoughts, and in the show of stars, you still managed to hear Joel approach you.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning" he quietly said standing next to you. Your heart clenched at those words you knew were coming, but it felt nice to have someone there. The silence was loud, it was hurting you. "I've got some things you can take" was all you said before both of you walked back down.

Joel was double checking his pack when you walked over to him with the pack you made him. "Here" you said as you gave them to him. "It's a bit hard for us to carry all these things, I think you guys can make better use for it" you continued to explain.

"Thank you" he quietly mumbled. He graciously took the packs from you, making room in their backpacks to carry. Sitting next to him, you felt comfortable. No tension, no urge, just calm. "What's next for you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "I honestly do not know. I've been to a town over, found a place near a lake but I'm still a bit hurt and wont be able to travel far " you explained, playing with your fingers.

Joel's' mind instantly ran to the thought of him kicking you off of Ellie and hurting you. "How about you guys?" you asked back. He then told you about his brother in Wyoming and how they planned to get there. Joel thought about asking you to join them but he didn't even know where he was going to go exactly or what was next.

"Thank you for letting me rest. I've been scouting for the last couple weeks. Found raiders and clickers, both times I got hurt. I can't express how thankful I am for you guys sparing my life" you said quietly.

Watching you crawl to Sarah was one of the most horrific things he's seen in all his years. It hit too close to home. Is that what Tommy saw as he crawled to his Sarah? The cries you let out were worse than hearing someone get hurt.

Joel stayed quiet. He wasn't sure how to respond.

You said your good nights and fell asleep..

Next morning.

You stood at the doorway with Sarah, watching Joel and Ellie getting ready to walk away. Your heart felt a little empty, but it was for the best. Missing the touch of humanity. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sarah being fidgety, but she' probably feeling the same right now.

"Ellie invited us to go with them y/n' "Sarah, I don't think that's a good idea. "

"I hate it here. I hate this life we carry. Its unfair to me, all we do is sit in one place and then leave when we get too comfortable. If you don't want to go, ill go. Everyone we love died because you couldn't keep them safe. I don't want to be the next one to die because of you!" you gasped in horror of the words that came out of her mouth. Where did all of these words full of hatred come from? Your throat started to burn but you wouldn't let the tears fall. Joel looked away but Ellie watched it all unfold in front of her.

"don't you dare mention them to me. I have done nothing but kept you safe for all these years. Do you need me to remind you of what happened a couple days ago? You couldn't even run. You're not going and that's final!" you yelled back "You're not my mom. You don't get to make these choices for me anymore. How are you going to keep me alive with your bad knee and back? that's right, you wont. " said Sarah as she ran to get her stuff. You looked at Joel and Ellie.

Joel was scolding Ellie for inviting Sarah with them, but in a second Sarah was already next to them. She looked back at you with anger in her eyes but you didn't know what to do. "I won't be here if you come back, Sarah" you yelled to her as she walked away. It was all you could say. You were too hurt to say anything else.

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A/N Hi everyone, thank you for reading! New chapter will be up 05-12-2023

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller angst #tlou hbo #joel miller x you #ellie williams #oc tlou

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wrathfulrook · 9 months

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Wrathling - Prologue/Chapter 1

Fuck it, we ball. There will be no regular post schedule :)

Ok, with much ado, here's my Deputy's canon. Enjoy.

Series rating: E

Relationship: John Seed x Patience Ekner

Word count: ~2k

Read it on ao3.

John Seed stared at the bound deputy in front of him. His eldest brother had been given custody of Deputy Pratt, his sister had taken the Marshal, and the deputy in front of him, Joey Hudson, was entrusted to him.

The sheriff and junior deputy had eluded the Project.

While inconvenient, it would be fine. God had a plan, and the Voice had never led the Father astray. John was a devout man; he had faith in the Father. This would be resolved quickly, easily, in accordance with God’s will.

John chuckled lowly at the woman before him. “Crying already? But we haven’t even begun…”

As he advanced toward her, she shook harder with her sobs, and he smiled. He loved what he did. And it was time to save Deputy Hudson’s soul.

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Deputy Patience Ekner stared at herself in the mirror for far too long. She looked more or less the same as she did when she last looked in the mirror early this morning. She was only slightly worse for wear. A bit dirtier, a bruise here or there. Her hair had been re-braided. Her black choker still sat snug on her neck. The only real difference was the change of clothes. She wore a pair of light jeans, a black tank top, and her green uniform shirt, stripped of badge and name, while the rest of her junior deputy’s uniform laid in a haphazard pile on the concrete floor.

Dutch had advised she lose the uniform, so lose the uniform she did.

She couldn’t discern any real visible difference from her now and her this morning. But she’d been shot at. She’d shot back. She saw a horde – because there’s no other way to describe it – a horde of people attack the helicopter she was in, throwing their bodies onto it. She’d killed today. With intention. She hadn’t even really realized she done it, pushed a woman from the helicopter, until she saw her getting smaller and smaller as she approached the ground. She saw a man willingly climb the vehicle, higher and higher, until the propellers…

She felt she ought to look different after seeing something like that.

“Oh shit… Deputy, I’m picking up something new out of Holland Valley. It’s a broadcast from John… You need to see this.”

She exited the tiny bathroom and found the older man in front of the ancient television set, tuning into the aforementioned broadcast. Patience rapidly bounced her leg but kept her eyes glued to the staticky screen as John strolled around, dictating on sin to the music of the world’s most insane infomercial. She attempted to tune out the background cultists, focusing on the Baptist, who was admittedly more attractive in motion than he was on flyers and billboards. He was the one to watch out for. The cult’s recruiter. But when Joey was marched out, her mouth duct taped shut, her eyes hard and defiant despite the mascara-stained tear tracks dried on her face… her focus was turned into horror.

“…we’ll come for you. Welcome to Eden’s Gate.” The broadcast ended, only to immediately begin airing again. Holy fuck, they had the thing on loop.

“Shut that guy up,” Dutch said, and Patience leaned forward to turn the dial to off.

“Do you think he has the others? Whitehorse? Pratt? The Marshal?” Patience rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind. Answering her own question she said, “No. Why would he taunt us with just Joey if he had the others? I mean, I guess he could, I don’t know, I don’t know how his mind works.”

“Not understanding his mind is a good thing.”

She sighed in frustration. “Not if I want to get Joey back, it’s not.”

“Deputy, I understand you want to get Hudson back. Everybody else, too. But how do you expect to rescue anyone from John Seed? In case you missed that broadcast, there are a hell of a lot of Peggies.” Dutch’s gruff and no-nonsense tone didn’t inspire a lot of hope in the junior deputy.

“Yeah, thanks, I saw it,” she snapped. “But that was one of his stupid PR schemes. We have no idea where exactly she’s being held or, more importantly, how many people stand between us her.”

“Those are all cons, kid, not pros.”

Patience gritted her teeth, leg still bouncing up and down. “Joey is my friend.” Joey was her only friend. They weren’t overly close; the pair had only met once outside of work. But she was new in town and new to the force. Joey was the closest thing she had to a friend, both at work and outside of it, and she had no intention of leaving her in the clutches of John fucking Seed. The memory of his hand stroking her throat, almost lovingly, threateningly, made her want to chop the man’s hand off.

“There’s a reason he chose Joey, out of all the people he’s taken out of the county, to star in this little production.”

“Because she’s a deputy. And he’s trying to demoralize the people still fighting back against this cult,” Patience answered bitterly.

“Because you’re a deputy!” Dutch roared in response. “As far as we know, you’re the only one on the force who hasn’t been captured. Look, Dep, the Seeds don’t want law enforcement running around trying to stop them, especially after that public arrest attempt.”

“Whitehorse could still be out there. I saw Staci and Marshal Burke get grabbed. They have to be being held somewhere. I never saw Joey or the Sheriff get taken. Clearly Joey did, but that doesn’t mean-“

“John trying to lure you out. You and Whitehorse, if they don’t already have him. But you can’t just rush in headfirst. That’s what he wants. That video, it wasn’t made for the whole county. It was made for you. He’s ‘marked’ you. That the first of his four steps to recruiting cultists, kid. A personalized video.”

“That’s fucked,” Patience growled. “But I can’t just leave a fellow deputy there.” Dutch was getting on her nerves. What was the point of saving her if not to pit her against the cult?

“I’m not saying you should abandon her. I’m saying you should be smart about it.”

Patience put a hand on her leg to stop its incessant bouncing. She certainly couldn’t get Joey out alone. How many people in this county would be able and willing to help her? Dutch would be able. But willing? And who else? She didn’t even know anyone else in this county. Dutch was right. She had no idea what kind of help she would even need.

“What if I head out and do some recon around Seed Ranch? See what we’re up against? Would you be willing to help me get her out?”

Dutch shook his head. “Doesn’t matter how much info you can gather. I doubt the two of us would be enough help to take on the Seeds. But we aren’t the only people in this county that hate that damn cult. With communications open again we could reach out to some people.”

Patience’s thoughts were racing.

“Okay, wait. You’re right. We’re getting ahead of ourselves. I think I should stake out the place and figure out exactly what we’re up against. We can figure out everything else later.”

Not waiting for an affirmation, she stood up, heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get Joey back.”

“Not tonight.” Dutch’s hand on her shoulder held her back. “It’s been a long day.”

“Understatement of the century,” she snorted.

“Exactly. Falling asleep in John Seed’s backyard isn’t going to help your friend. Stay the night. Then go.”

Patience nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

~~~

John threw his knife across the room, with a snarl, Deputy Hudson jolting when it clattered against the wall and floor.

“Confess!” He backhanded the woman across the face, and her scream turned into a sob.

He threw himself backwards, running a shaky, bloody hand through his slicked-back hair. He was close to losing himself to wrath. Losing himself to wrath, and taking it out on Hudson. And Hudson was not the deputy he was angry with.

He stormed out of the room, yelling, “Take her back to her cell!” as he went, trusting someone would hear him and take care of it.

The junior deputy had just blown up yet another one of his silos, and Joseph was starting to question his competence as a Herald. The deputy had been a holy terror since the day the Reaping began. She’d been destroying Project property and resources, hindering their preparations for the Collapse. She murdered untold numbers of the Project’s brothers and sisters.

Gleefully.

She was hell on earth.

And not he, his brothers, or his sister had managed to capture her. She had become a severe threat to the Project in a relatively short span of time, and it was rapidly coming time to make her pay. The horrors she had visited upon them could not be left unpunished.

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Patience woke abruptly with a gasp, heart racing. She quickly tossed her head back and forth, not quite yet aware of her surroundings. The air outside her sleeping roll was cool, and she could just catch a glimpse of stars glittering above the pine needles. Calming down, she realized she could just hear Peaches’ even breathing on the ground, below her own perch on the tree stand.

She sunk lower into her covers. She was safe. It was all okay for now.

At least she’d woken up this time. The nightmares had been recurring, almost nightly, and they didn’t usually wake her up. At least the waking up was a reprieve. Not that she remembers the nightmare. Or nightmares. She wouldn’t know.

All she remembered were the feelings. The fear. The horror. The unrelenting sense of dread. The crushing weight of them usually stuck with her for a least a little while after waking in the morning.

Though she didn’t know exactly what the nightmares were about, she had plenty of nightmare fodder for her subconscious to draw on. The things she’d seen… The things she’d done…

The deaths on the helicopter had only been the beginning of the hell that was now Patience’s life. The broken bodies at the bottom of Joseph’s monument. The crucified and hanging people along the roadsides. The strung-up corpses that had so clearly been used for target practice. The immolated bones.

So many bodies.

And she’d created a fair few bodies of her own. She didn’t even know how many. Didn’t keep count. Couldn’t if she wanted to. She could still hear the screams of Peggies. Those she didn’t manage to kill with one clean shot. Those who watched their beloved friend or sibling or lover or whoever get taken down by her. So many bodies and so much screaming.

God, even the good guys were the stuff of nightmares. She kept company with multiple man-eating animals. Sharky, who was now one of her best friends, she met when he was luring those brain-dead Angel cultists to his trailer park to burn them alive. There were some pretty harsh rumors flying around about the Whitetail Militia’s conduct, too.

She hated it all. And the nightmares were eating her alive.

But she couldn’t stop. Every crucified, immolated, hanging corpse. Every Angel. Every scream she heard in the night. It would only keep happening and get worse. The goddamn cult was a threat to everyone in this county and she was one of the few people doing anything about it.

But for right now, she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep once more. She needed to be alert tomorrow. She was going to stake out Seed Ranch. See if she could figure out the lay of the land. See if she could determine where John Seed kept his prisoners. So she evened her breathing and hoped for dreamless sleep. It would all be okay.

She could suffer through a lot to save people. Even just one person.

She would suffer through a lot. Because that’s what it would take.

Chapter 2

#my stuff #wrathling #john seed #oc: patience ekner #john seed x patience ekner #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fic #fc5 #fc5 fic

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jlawbenn · 12 days

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UPDATE: thank you for kind messages, comments etc

Haylee was rushed in via ambulance this morning in the wee hours because of a blood nose - she’d already had one last night when I got home from footy and dinner and it was a gusher - she has blonde hair that was stained red in seconds - it looked like a horror scene

However we managed to make it stop and she was tired so she went to bed - I told her younger sister to sleep on the fold out couch in her room too, just in case anything was to happen (Haylee doesn’t like sharing a room with me because I often can’t get to sleep and my phone is too bright)

I went to bed at 2am after watching a couple episodes of Malcolm in the Middle and my sister did too. Something woke me up at 2:30- 3, I wasn’t sure what it was so went back to sleep and then Rohan came bursting into my room, nearly breaking the sliding door down and yelled that haylee was dying

So I rushed in and her blood nose had returned - it was covering everything and when I got her out of bed she slightly knocked into the end of her bed - massive ass black bruise on her side. This is how I know we’re getting so much worse.

I wasn’t taking her to Sunshine because they’d probably kill her and I called an ambulance and Monash was out of the question, too far. I travelled in the ambulance too but the hospital barred my entry and wouldn’t let me in - I was resultant to sitting out the front of the hospital clinging to my phone desperately waiting for a call from any member of the hospital - I made my brother travel all the way to the hospital so she’d at least have something with her - I also called her paternal aunt and left messages etc.

I didn’t get an update for hours - it’s a concrete jungle in there so I guess my brother’s texts and calls weren’t getting through. Great. I kept trying to get back in and in the end they locked the front doors so I couldn’t physically enter the hospital - it was an awful feeling to be to badly punished for defending your daughter years prior when you yourself were just a teenager and had no idea what you were doing.

I went and slept in my brother’s car in the parking lot - but security had a problem with that and sent me back out the front. At that point I felt the hospital were more focused on keeping a worried and petrified mother out than actually caring about their patient.

Hours passed. I found little ways to kill time; I walked down to the Royal Melbourne for their cafeteria food. Said hi to people on the street and asked if they were okay and holding up. Sent my brother photos of Sam De Koning and Taylor Swift in hope he’d show Haylee (I’m on later authority that she had sneaken her iPad when I wasn’t looking so she had heaps of content anyway)

When she came out of the hospital a few hours ago, I nearly fell over because she was in a wheelchair, but had a wicked smile on her face. My brother explained the nosebleed was because of her blood condition and it was indeed getting worse - so I had to call the Monash and beg them to push her up the waiting list - and I asked what Haylee was so happy about and if they drugged her (for record, this kid is as emo as her emo idol SDK and never smiles) and she goes ‘the doctor said I’m not allowed to go to school for two weeks!!!’ (because of the heightened infection risk and how easily she’s started heavily bleeding at the slightest knocks recently)

So there you have it, the almost deathbed nosebleed that made my 9 year old so so happy because she gets two weeks longer of school holidays. Yes, thank you Haylee. We share your great sense of relief. That must mean no footy for two weeks either?!! (I’ll tell her later)

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the-princess-elven-jedi-avenger · 1 year

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The Stark & The Strange

It all happened so fast. None of this was meant to happen…and yet it did. It was meant to be a simple mission, a time heist, to get the stones back and return the millions of people who had turned into dust all by a snap of a certain California raisin alien.

I was taken out of my timeline after going after Loki who was going to ruin the timeline by taking the Tesseract and running of to only God knows where. And that's when they showed up, the TVA, who were playing God, thinking they knew what was better than the rest of us. And that's what led me on this strange journey with Loki and that TVA agent, Mobius.

And then we met the Loki Variant and a Variant of me, a male version of me that went by the name Edwin, that’s when truly all hell broke lose, and it led us on a crazy journey where we met the guy in charge who warned us that if he killed him, more of his variants, worse than him would arise and take his place, and then two Loki Variants shared a kiss, and now Sylvie, had thrown me through a portal to only God knows where where, while Edwin watched in horror, trying to stop her. I didn’t know what to feel.

I knew the neurons in my head were firing faster than I could comprehend. It was too much for me. I didn’t even know how much time had passed. I just wanted to go home, to my dad, to my little sister, to my step-mother, who had become like a mother to me, and to my friends.

I glanced around to find myself in what looked like a haunted house. In this room, there was a clutter of artifacts across the endless tables of chess pieces, but no board in sight, a piano with music sheets scattered all across the floor. I then raised my head and the sight was not…well normal. There was a huge black swirling cloud outside the window, consuming a huge chunk of the sky.

My breath hitched, staring at the sky. Why was this happening? Did we fail? Was this the consequence of messing with time? However, as I wandered out of the room and into the next room, I recognized the building. This was the New York Sanctum, but it looked different. What happened here? Or better yet, where was I transported to?

"Who are you?" A familiar baritone and soothing male voice asked.

My eyes widened. That voice…It tugged at my heartstrings. It had to be him. Please tell me it wasn’t my mind playing cruel tricks on me. I dared to turn around to see that sure enough it was him, Stephen Strange.

I ran over towards him, happy to see him. I was about to run over to him and hug him, but I saw how defensive Stephen became. He took a step back up towards the stairs, narrowing his eyes.

“Who are you?” He pressed.

His words were like a hot dagger that stung and pierced my heart. How could he forget me? I am…well, one of his good friends. I had known Stephen since before his accident, back when he was a neurosurgeon. And I developed a crush on him, one that never went away, but I kept quiet all these years, afraid he didn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship…

"I am Alma Stark, Alma Maria Stark." I introduced myself.

I had hoped my full name would spark something in him, a hint of recognition. However, there was nothing. It was safe to say this wasn't my universe.

Then again I should’ve known, he looked different. He had a goatee, his hair was longer, and his robes were darker, even his eyes were a darker blue. And what happened to his cloak? Stephen stared at me, inspecting me as he finally stepped down from the stairs.

“Ah, yes, Tony Stark’s daughter.” He nodded.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“I will take a guess that you are from a different universe, so somehow transported into my universe…or what is left of it.” Stephen explained, raising a hand as he motioned to the Sanctum around him.

The walls began to creak as if demonstrating Stephen’s words. I don’t understand what happened here? Did Thanos do something worse here? Or was this something else?

“What happened?” I pressed.

Stephen let out a sigh. “An incursion. I never meant for this to happen…I just wanted to be happy, to be with Christine."

It felt like he took my heart from me, tearing it out of my chest, unable to breathe and tore it up like a piece of paper in front of me. Even in this universe, he loves Christine. Maybe we weren't destined to be together...

#marvel #stephenstrange #doctorstrange #sinister strange #stark'sdaughter #love #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel fanfiction #marvelmovies #multiverse #fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe

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personthattoleratesme · 5 months

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heyy, new phannie anon here again, thank you for your nice reply! in return have a probably way too in depth answer to your question! (sorry)

so, my first dnp video was the funeral one, which somehow intrigued me enough to watch the new heartthrob video (i never realised how horrible this word truly is until i typed it out) two days later.

the thing i remember most vividly about watching it is pure and utter confusion.

like, please just watch the first three minutes of that video through the eyes of someone who has never seen these two people interact in their whole life. looking back, it honestly depicts the whole range of their chaos so nicely. being all happy and domestic but immediately venturing into innuendos, the classic "phil says something weird, dan points it out, phil tries to make it better but just makes it much worse", it has dan being sarcastic and badly trying to act as if he's irritated, phil casually doing the most insane shit, the bantering and teasing, all the references to things i had no clue about.

and i was just sitting there like. i don't know what the fuck is wrong with them but they're amazing. i need to undestand them. so i loosely kept an eye on them but at that point i wasn't really interested in watching the halloween gaming or their old videos. about two weeks went by until...

Enter Halloween Baking

this is what really made it click. i was about halfway through the video when i just knew i need them in my life, actually. i don't think i need to explain because how could one even attempt to put the gloriousness of that video into words? and what can i say, after that it's just a descend into the madness of years of content and fandom lore...

you have nothing to apologize for, this was very fun to read. and you will get another long response in return

the funeral one being the very first is so funny to me, like that has to be deeply confusing with zero context. i'm impressed that it intrigued you enough to watch more, it's quite a strange video lol.

i did go and watch the heartthrob video and yeah the first 3 minutes are just so weird and unhinged. that whole sequence is just so them. i do think it's a perfect representation of who they are in this current era. like it's reminiscent of the stereo days except now it's on youtube. i remember being in awe myself of how chaotic and unhinged those first few minutes were, but it was also so comforting because they were clearly having a lot of fun being back on the channel.

it's honestly fair that you didn't watch spooky week. i think a fair share of even the biggest phannies will skip spooky week cause they really don't care for the horror games. personally, i love watching spooky week cause their silliness really takes away from the horror aspect for me, and it just makes it more fun and entertaining rather than scary. but i think that's more about personal preference.

the baking video is honestly a cultural reset. their baking videos have always been excellent, and now with sister daniel and them being out it just makes it 10x better. if anything is gonna make you a phannie it's that video.

i'm impressed that it's basically only been like 2 weeks of being a phannie for you then. how has it been to catch up on all the videos and lore? have you just been binging their channels?

#anon ask #answered

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buckysgrace · 1 month

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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.

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