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VILLAGE THERAPY PART ONE

For what was supposed to be a beautiful day filled with laughter and tears of joy, it instead turned into an afternoon of yelling, broken trust, and confusion. And it all started when Travis opened his mouth and said,

“If Siren advocated for herself, she wouldn’t even be pregnant in the first place.”

With that one sentence, World War III erupted, and the family found themselves taking an urgent trip to their therapist, Dr. Maleeka Powers. But to get a better understanding of what happened, let’s go back twenty minutes.

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“That was such a beautiful moment, and I’m glad we were all here to witness it with you, Billie and Siren,” Maggie expressed her gratitude for being invited to one of the many doctor appointments involving the pregnancy.

“Such a beautiful moment,” Rose nodded, taking a sip of water from her red Stanley Cup.

“When do we find out the baby’s gender?” Patrick asked from the driver’s seat of the Mercedes Benz Sprinter Van.

“When she’s in her last trimester,” Billie smiled, answering her father’s question.

“Are we doing a baby shower and gender reveal?” Rose asked, eager to know since she loved a good party and wanted to plan her outfit and the menu.

“Yeah,” Siren nodded. “Travis, Rodrick, and Dre are going to plan it.”

“No, they’re not,” Billie mumbled under her breath. It was soft enough that not everyone in the sprinter heard, but loud enough for Travis to catch, prompting him to roll his eyes. This wasn’t the first or hundred slick comment Billie had made about the friend group.

“Did you ask the doctor all the questions you wanted to ask, Siren?” Enzo spoke up from the passenger seat next to Patrick.

“Most of my questions were answered, but I wish I had asked about the alternative if I choose not to take an epidural,” Siren said, looking down at her hands, upset because that question was extremely important to her.

“That’s okay, rosa scura (dark rose),” Lorenzo consoled her. “You can just ask at your next appointment or even call the office if it’s bothering you.”

“Especially with how black women are treated in medical spaces, don’t be scared to ask all your questions,” Enzo added. “You have to advocate for yourself.”

“If Siren advocated for herself, she wouldn’t even be pregnant in the first place,” Travis muttered, rolling his eyes, not thinking anyone heard him. But due to the close proximity, Siren and Billie heard him clearly.

“What did you say?” A cloud of darkness covered Billie’s voice. She asked the wrong person to repeat themselves.

“I said, if Siren advocated for herself, she wouldn’t even be pregnant in the first place,” Travis repeated louder, not backing down.

“Why would you say that?” Billie looked at him, hurt.

“Because everyone is acting like this was supposed to happen,” Travis shrugged, maintaining his laid-back demeanor. “Siren pregnant at twenty-two? In what world did that ever happen? Siren never even had a baby doll she treated like an actual baby. I remember a Chucky doll, but not a fucking Baby Alive.”

“I’m just going to ignore you because you’re just bringing negativity, and it’s supposed to be a positive day,” Billie rolled her eyes, turning away from her brother-in-law.

“Oh, I’m bringing negativity?” Travis nodded sarcastically. “I guess people don’t like to hear the truth. Oh wait, we can’t tell you the truth because Siren thinks you can’t handle it.”

“I can handle the truth!” Billie was now getting upset, her face turning red. “But what you’re saying is bullshit, and everyone in the sprinter knows it!”

“And everyone knows that Siren plans her year out in advance. Where on the list does it say pregnancy? Nowhere...Because Siren doesn’t want kids. You do.”

“We both wanted this. And I’m not going to let you make me feel bad for starting a family with my wife. So mind your business,” the tears started to appear.

“Your wife is my sister, and she’s my business,” Travis taunted, looking out the window.

“Siren, tell him to shut up!” Billie screamed, turning to her wife, who looked like she would rather be anywhere else.

“Hey, knock it off, you two,” Patrick spoke up, glancing at his rearview mirror.

“No!” Billie’s rage was boiling over. The young girl woke up in a bad mood and the doctor appointment helped but this argument had ruined the positive energy. “Siren, say something, now!”

“It’s always Siren that has to say something. Ms. Popstar can’t fight her own battles,” Travis remarked.

“Yeah, because her brother is acting like a bitch and causing drama,” Billie retorted.

“Don’t call my brother that,” Siren finally spoke up.

“Oh, but he can say what he wants to me?” Billie gasped, looking offended.

“You’re the only one screaming…in my ear specifically,” Siren pointed out. “He’s talking to you calmly.”

“I don’t care!” Billie responded. “He’s being rude to me, you, our marriage, and our growing family! And you wonder why I don’t want him, Travis, and Dre doing anything for us and our baby. They don’t support us, and it’s been like that for a year!”

“No, you don’t want us to do anything for Siren and the baby because you have some secret animosity against us,” Dre’s British voice chimed in.

“No, I don’t!” Billie rejected. “No one was talking to you, Dre, so why don’t you just go back to being quiet.”

“Can you just stop?” Siren looked at Billie with confusion.

“No, because now they’re ganging up on me,” Billie whined.

“No one is ganging up on you, honey,” Maggie intervened, wanting her daughter to calm down and restore the joyful energy.

“Yes, they are!”

“And I wonder why Siren isn’t happy with you. Now I see,” Rodrick commented, causing everything to go quiet. Billie stopped talking and looked at Rodrick, then at Siren, who had her head tilted back and a hand on her forehead.

“Is it true?” Billie’s voice was almost inaudible. “You’re not happy with me?”

“Can you please just sit down?” Siren pleaded, feeling her headache grow. Due to her advanced pregnancy, she couldn’t take any pain relief. Not liking how her question wasn't answered, Billie sat down but turned away from everyone to stare out the window with a look of sadness.

“Everyone, get out!” Patrick demanded, disgusted by what he was hearing and seeing.

“Where are we?” Finneas looked out the window, not recognizing the area.

“Dr. Maleeka’s in-house therapy office,” Patrick answered. “Now get out!” He pointed to the door.

“All of us?” Finneas asked, noting that not everyone had a problem.

“Every single one of you.”

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Now, they were sitting in Dr. Maleeka’s large contemporary office with dark wood furnishings, in pure silence, waiting for the therapist to take her seat.

“Phones in the box, please,” Dr. Maleeka instructed, handing Lorenzo a cardboard box with the expectation that everyone would comply. “Before we start, I would like everyone to open their minds to openness and acceptance so we can move forward with a solution.”

“I’m confused. Only the kids were arguing. Do we also have to do this?” Enzo questioned, not seeing why the parents needed to be involved.

“Because my mission in life is to help as many people as I can,” Dr. Maleeka replied, showcasing her pearly teeth. “Plus, what the children reveal might trigger something for you, so participating in the session might help you or give you closure.” The warmed-skinned goddess in Valentino heels walked over to her desk, grabbing a red solo cup, a cluster of pens, and pieces of paper. “I want you all to write a question you want answers to or just a statement you want to talk about. Don’t put your names on it because part of this exercise is self-acceptance. It’s okay to want an answer to this question, or to say whatever you need to say. And Siren, I want you to actually try for this exercise because you usually just come in here to listen to Billie talk. I want you to finally get something out of therapy instead of just listening.”

“Way to single me out, doc,” Siren mumbled.

“Well, sometimes you need it, hun,” the therapist patted her on the shoulder before taking a seat. “There are a lot of us here today, so this exercise might take a while, but it’s necessary. The doors are locked, but the windows are open to demonstrate that you can't run away from your problems but still feel like you can breathe. I also have the AC on because I know Siren hates feeling stuffy in a room. So let’s begin. Everyone, put your paper in the cup.” The exercise officially started as everyone passed the cup around, slipping their pieces of paper into it.

Where does the animosity towards the friend group come from?

“Okay, if you wrote this, please raise your hand.” Dre threw out a tilted peace sign. “Okay, Dre, can you elaborate for us?”

“Uh, starting last year, Billie has been against us hanging out and trying to interfere with any plans Travis, Rodrick, Siren, and I make.”

“Billie?” Everyone turned to look at the ocean-eyed girl.

“It’s because I’m jealous of them,” Billie admitted. “They do everything together. They make music, plan businesses, go out to eat, attend festivals, go to clubs, and have picnics. They stay out all night having fun.”

“Is the problem that you feel you don’t spend enough time with Siren, or is it something else?” Dr. Maleeka’s questions were open-ended to encourage her clients to find their own answers.

“The problem is that Siren doesn’t seem happy with me anymore,” Billie revealed, feeling tears surface. “They post on social media having a good time, and I see that bright, beautiful smile on her face. But when she comes home, that smile is gone, or I get a fake one.” She turned to her wife. “I just miss being one of the reasons for that smile. Because when I saw it, I knew you still loved me.”

“Billie, what do you mean by ‘still loved me’?”

“I’ve put Siren through a lot, I know that. But she would still smile and look at me with love, and that was my indicator that she loved me and wasn’t going to leave me,” Billie turned to the therapist.

“Basically, you’re saying that there’s nothing against the boys; you just want to know if Siren is still in love with you?”

“I don’t hate you guys,” Billie now addressed Travis, Rodrick, and Dre. “I actually have a lot of love for you because you’ve been her friends, cared for her, and didn’t make her feel lonely. If you want, you guys can still plan the baby shower and gender reveal. I’m really sorry for how I’ve been acting towards you this past year.” The apology was met with nods of acceptance from the boys.

“Siren, are you still in love with Billie?”

“I will always be in love with Billie,” Siren said, wiping her wife’s tears.

“So why don’t you smile at me anymore?” Billie pouted.

“Because I hold in a lot that makes me resent you, I guess,” Siren shrugged.

“This is good, girls,” Dr. Maleeka interrupted. “I’m going to stop you there, Siren, because I have a feeling this conversation about your resentment towards Billie will come up again. I want you to answer more than one question without feeling repetitive.”

Was I the mother figure you needed growing up?

“I’m guessing this is yours, Maggie,” Dr. Maleeka smiled, turning to the older woman.

“Yes,” Maggie smiled. “I know you two are surrogate babies with a biological mother but not a physical one. When I met Enzo and heard his family plans, I wanted to be that mother for you. I just wanted to know if I was that maternal figure for you.” She teared up, anxious about the answer.

“Yes.”

“We literally call you Mama Maggie.”

“Is that what you’ve been waiting to hear?” Dr. Maleeka smiled at Maggie, who covered her mouth to muffle her sobs.

“Y-y-yes,” she choked out as her husband pulled her into his side. “I just never knew, especially with Siren, since I’m obviously not African American. I didn’t know if I was being the mother she needed.”

**2009**

“Where are we going, Mama Maggie?” Siren held the woman’s hand as they crossed Melrose Boulevard.

“It’s a surprise!” Maggie smiled down at the eight-year-old as they continued their walk.

“What kind of surprise?” Siren furrowed her eyebrows.

“Something you’ve been dying for!”

“A black cat!?” The young girl’s eyes widened.

“No,” Maggie laughed, opening the metal door to a shop.

“Tell me!” Siren jumped up and down.

“I heard a little girl wanted Janet Jackson Poetic Justice braids,” a woman made her presence known. Siren saw an absolute goddess.

“I’m getting my hair like Janet Jackson?” Siren’s mouth dropped as she looked between the woman and Maggie for confirmation.

“You’ve been talking about them for a while, so I thought I would take you to get them—with your father’s permission.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Mama Maggie,” the girl hugged her maternal figure, jumping up and down.

“I love you too, honey,” Maggie hugged her back, savoring the moment.

“Are you ready?” The woman who had yet to share her name broke the moment.

“Go,” Maggie softly pushed Siren forward before taking a seat to watch the process from start to finish, not moving from her seat for then next four hours.

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I know we used to say we didn’t want kids, but I thought it was a phase. Do you really not want kids?

Billie raised her hand to claim her paper. “You don’t seem excited about this pregnancy, and I just wanted to know why.”

“Siren, here’s an opportunity to finally let out whatever you’ve been holding in,” Dr. Maleeka advised.

“I don’t want kids and I never did,” Siren finally revealed the truth.

“So why did you go through with the process?” Dr. Maleeka furrowed her eyebrows.

“I-I—” Siren looked to Billie, unsure if she should tell the story because she didn’t want to paint a certain picture.

“Siren, don’t look to Billie for permission to tell your truth. You do this thing where you keep quiet if something paints Billie as the bad guy. You need to stop doing that because it’s causing you misery. So I’m going to ask again, why did you go through with the process that has you now in your second trimester? I want you, and only you, to answer.”

“During quarantine, Billie developed baby fever from being on TikTok, and the next months were just her talking about wanting kids and starting a family. At first, I thought it was just baby fever until she kept bringing it up, and it became a genuine desire. I kept telling her ‘not now,’ but she kept bringing it up for so many years. So last year, I said yes, thinking I’d have time to actually sit down and discuss it with her while I was on tour. But then, five months later, she tells me she’s been doing her research and went to see a specialist. In my head, I thought that meant she was going to carry.”

“How did you find out that she wasn’t the one going to carry, but you were?”

“I came home from tour, and Billie said we had to go to our appointment. I still thought we had time to discuss things, but when I sat down, the doctor pulled out a cup of Finneas’ sperm and asked if I was ready to be inseminated. I hesitated because I didn’t understand what was going on. Then the doctor told me I only had today to do the procedure because the sperm would die. The next thing I knew, I was leaving the doctor’s office with Finneas’ sperm in me.”

“I-I thought... I didn’t know she didn’t want to start a family,” Billie shook her head, tears returning. “I just thought starting a family was something we both wanted. So many people say they don’t want kids when they’re young but don’t really mean it when they’re older.”

“I knew this was what you wanted really bad, and I felt cornered, so I just did it,” Siren shrugged her shoulders.

“Billie, when you saw that Siren was hesitating, why didn’t you, as her partner, pause everything, pull her out of the room, and ask her what she wanted to do? And tell her that leaving the office was an available option?”

“Because I-I didn’t want to lose her,” Billie cried out. “I thought having a baby would bring us back to being close. I just didn’t want her to leave me.”

“Why did you think Siren was going to leave you?”

“I just felt it, and the more she was away, I thought her being on tour was her way of finding a way out.”

“Siren, were you planning on leaving Billie after your tour?”

“No,” Siren shook her head.

“Okay, so this is really a big problem now, girls,” Rose spoke up, with Maggie backing her.

“What are you going to do when the baby is born and Siren doesn’t connect with them or resents them?” Maggie questioned.

“Especially with postpartum being thrown into the mix, since it’s very common after birth,” Rose added.

“I don’t know,” Billie whispered, turning to look at Siren, who was staring ahead into the air.

“Siren, have you been able to take your medication for your DID?” Dr. Maleeka asked.

“She’s not allowed to due to the chemical compounds in her medication,” Billie answered for her wife.

“So we have a big problem then,” the therapist sighed, unsure how to help with this situation besides working with Siren to want kids magically. “Let’s move on.”

Thank you for being my family when mine abandoned me

“This is sweet. Whose paper is this?”

“Mine,” Claudia raised her hand. “I know we are working on problems, but I don’t really have a problem with any of you guys. So I just wanted to show gratitude for accepting me into the village when I felt like I was thrown out by my own because I wanted to pursue my career.”

“That’s what a village does, honey,” Maggie smiled. “We take anyone who needs and wants it. No one should be alone.”

“Thank you,” Claudia cheekily smiled.

“Thank you for watching over our boy and his family,” Lorenzo looked to the O’Connell hierarchy. “You didn’t have to, but you did, and we will always be grateful and indebted to you two for that,” he said, holding out his hand to shake one of the patriarch's.

“We just wanted to do for Enzo and the kids what we wished was done for us when we were first growing our family,” Patrick said, shaking Lorenzo’s hand.

Why did you lie about the drugs you were actually taking?

Siren froze.

“I wrote that question,” Lorenzo spoke up, causing everyone but Siren to turn towards him.

“And you’re claiming Siren is lying about the drugs she was taking during her lowest?” Dr. Maleeka speculated.

“Yes,” the older Italian man nodded. “I just have a feeling it wasn’t just the Xanax, LSD, weed, and speed mixed with her medication.”

“Okay, and what brought on that feeling?”

“Siren would bite her tongue when anyone repeated the list of drugs she claimed she was taking. And Siren only bites her tongue when she has the urge to correct someone.”

“Okay,” Dr. Maleeka turned her head to the young, brown-skinned female. “Are you ready to answer the question?” The Ph.D. specialist was met with silence.

“Rosa scuro,” Rose softly called out. “You can tell us. Everyone is here for you. No one is going to judge you.” But again, there was silence.

“Usually, when Siren gets this quiet, I would move on and try to come back to it, but I think it’s important we don’t do that and we just wait.” The room sat in silence for about five minutes, filled with worry and concern for how hard it must be for Siren to speak.

“I didn’t lie about the Xanax, LSD, and weed mixed with my medication.”

“So what is ‘speed’ a code word for?”

“I was also doing… micro shots of...fentanyl.” Gasps filled the air.

“Good job, Siren,” Dr. Maleeka congratulated her for getting through the hardest part. “You completed the first step many struggle with. Do you think you can tell us how the drug use started?”

“Um, I was already using weed recommended by my doctor since I was allergic to my DID medication at the time. It helped with soothing the pain of switching between personalities,” Siren started.

“Before the weed pens, I would go to a dealer, get her a gram, check to see if any other drug was mixed in. Then I would roll it for her and give her about three to five small blunts for the day,” Enzo confirmed.

“And what age did this start?”

“When she was 12.”

“When Travis started dealing—”

“You were dealing?” Rose turned to her grandson.

“Rose,” the therapist gave a warning for interrupting.

“When Travis started dealing, I had more access to it, so I was good. No more problems.”

“Okay, so when did the other drugs come into play?” Siren took a small glance at Billie, and Dr. Maleeka caught it. “It started with Billie?”

“Yeah,” she softly answered.

**2016**

Come with me!

Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see.

What do we have here now?

Do you wanna ride or die?

La, la-da-la-la-la-la-la.

The voice of one of Siren’s favorite music artists danced around the room as she sang along while taking puffs from her weed pen.

“Billie, hurry up before I start the movie without you!” Since everyone in the O’Connell house was gone, Billie and Siren decided to have a movie night, starting off with 'How High'. “I ain't a killer, but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy. Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted.” Siren got up from the bed and walked out of the room to see what was taking Billie so long in the bathroom. “Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it. Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'—” Siren swung open the bathroom door and saw something that would forever change her.

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“What did you see, Siren?”

“I saw Billie on the ground, holding her arm… and blood pooling all around her.”

“And what did you do?”

“I stayed calm,” Siren was now leaving the surface, and as a shield, her derealization kicked in, sitting between reality and dissociation. “I stayed calm, stopped the bleeding using a towel and a belt, and took her to her room to lay down. I went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a sponge and a bucket filled with bleach and hot water.”

“Why did you get a sponge and not a mop?”

“Blood stains. I could throw away a sponge and it would go unnoticed, but a mop wouldn’t. I went to the bathroom and got on my hands and knees, scrubbing until everything was clean. I stayed calm… but I wanted to scream. I got rid of the evidence and went back to the room. She was now asleep, and movie night was no longer going to happen. I laid down to sleep, and I did until I felt something dripping on me. I opened my eyes after the fifth drip.”

“What was dripping on you, Siren?”

“Billie was hanging from the ceiling, staring at me. Her blood just kept dripping and dripping all over me. I wanted to scream… but I stayed calm. I stayed calm while her blood just kept dripping on me until she woke me up. And the first thing she told me was not to speak about it and that it was a one-time thing. She gets to traumatize me, and I’m the one who has to keep quiet. I’m the one who gets to suffer the nightmares. For eight months, I had the same nightmare over and over each night of her blood on me… and I stayed calm just looking at her hang from the ceiling. I wanted the nightmares to stop, so I went to Q, and he gave me the drugs.”

“Was it a one-time thing?”

“No,” Siren whispered as tears fell down her cheeks while she continued to stare at nothing in her derealization state. “It happened in Berlin.”

“What happened in Berlin?”

“I was asleep, and something told me to wake up. I felt around the bed for Billie, and she wasn’t there, so I went to look for her. I saw a light and followed it; it led me to the bathroom. The door was cracked, so I thought maybe she was just using the toilet. I knocked, and when I didn’t get a response, I opened it and saw her on the ground, halfway passed out, whispering for help.”

“What did you do?”

“I stayed calm… I stayed calm when I wanted to scream how much I hated her. I hated her because she gets to be the broken one, and I have to be the one to clean it up. I stayed calm, helping her up off the floor. I knew I had to get her to the hospital quickly, but I couldn’t leave the room how it was. So I took a liquid IV packet, mixed it with water, and force-fed her. Once I saw she was gaining consciousness, I called a maid to the room and paid her $500 in cash to clean the bathroom and keep quiet. The maid looked at me and told me I didn’t deserve this and that I couldn't help her if she didn’t want it. And that made me angry with rage.”

“Why?”

“Because why does Billie get to die and I stay here on Earth, taking drugs just so I can breathe and function in a career I didn’t even want? Why does she get to do whatever she wants with no consequences because no one knew, but I had to suffer in silence, begging for anyone to notice? Well, someone did, and they got me hooked on fentanyl and beated my ass when they got angry due to drug rage.”

Unknown to Siren, everyone in the therapist’s office had tears in their eyes because no one knew what the young girl was going through from such a young age. The way the story was originally told was that drugs were just something for Siren to do for fun until it became a problem. Not that she was traumatized and looking for help, and saw drugs as the only way.

"Your flight or fight route is to stay calm because it got you through the most traumatic and hardest moment of your life where you had to stay calm in order to keep Billie alive."

"Yeah."

I want to start dating

Lorenzo raised his hand.

“What’s stopping you from dating?” Dr. Maleeka questioned the father of her client.

“I’ve never done it before. I never felt the need to, but recently I found myself lonely and just wanting someone to spend time with on a mature level. I raised my kids, built my business, and now I find myself wanting to share my time with someone. But maybe, I need to push that back because I can see that my daughter is hurting and needs me, and maybe so does my son. And I just turned a blind eye to them still possibly needing me since they accomplished so much for themselves.”

“Go have fun,” Siren spoke up, causing everyone to look at her in shock since they thought she would've dissociate or go mute.

“Love is beautiful. It’s all the emotions you can feel, but you feel all those emotions with someone by your side. There are going to be easy times. There are going to be hard times. And there are going to be times where nothing is happening. But it’s worth it. So if you want to date, go ahead.”

“We’ll be fine,” Travis added his opinion.

“Go have fun, Enzo,” Dr. Maleeka smiled at him.

“Okay,” the father lets out a breath of air.

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nat111love · 2 years

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Peaky blinders season 1

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twicetheheartx2 · 2 months

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Trimberly aka Pink Lemonade, from my 6 Lgbtq ship sheet. God this brings me back…. I miss them. Never forget what they took from you….. WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN A POWER RANGERS CINEMATIC UNIVERSE!!!!!!

#my art #trimberly #pink lemonade #trini #trini gomez #kimberly hart #they deserved a sequel #trini x kimberly #power rangers #power rangers 2017 #I rewatched the movie while I was working on this… Billy’s death still gets to me #I had to redraw Kim’s whole pose and trini’s face #so this one plus the griddlehark one is what made me take so long

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outlawinthisworld1117 · 27 days

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A little something I made for my upcoming Scream AU

just in case you didn’t know the reference image. please go watch Scream if you haven’t!!!

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sadhours · 11 months

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just the two (ok maybe four) of us - part six

billy hargrove x steve harrington x original f!characters

co-written by the incredible @buckysgrace

contents: 18+ minors dni, FOURSOME!!!!, harringrove, I’ll be honest consents a lil blurry in this but steve doesn’t mind

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“I see you two made up,” Billy smiles smugly as they walk through the door. Steve sees how the two girls are cuddled up on the couch, watching some reality show with the remnants of their food on the coffee table.

“We did,” Kim giggles and Gina jumps up to throw her arms around Steve.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purrs and Steve can almost recognize the look in her eye, so he laces their fingers and tugs her into her bedroom. He lets her push him on the bed and straddle him.

“Missed you,” she whispers, resting her cheek on his shoulder as their bodies lay flush together. Steve strokes her hair and lets her cling to him.

“Missed you too,” he says softly, “I’m pretty sore. Was at the gym.”

“Wanna nap?” she asks, “I could use one too.”

“Yes please,” Steve murmurs and pulls her closer, eyes fluttering shut as he welcomes sleep.

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“Hi,” Kim giggled, her pouty lips curled into a bright smile as she looked up towards him, “You smell good.” She teased playfully. Billy found himself grinning in response as he wrapped his arms around her slender body. He squeezed, earning a squeal from her until he heard a popping sound coming from her spine.

“Oh God,” He gently dropped her, making a face as she sighed in relief, “What is wrong with you?” He asked, unsure of how she was constantly popping her joints. She grinned, looking a little bashful as she glanced towards him.

“It’s all the ballet I do,” She brushed him off before she leaned forward to kiss his nose, “How was the gym?” She asked, watching as he unwrapped a protein shake. It was mint flavored, which he assumed she got more for herself but he drank it anyways.

“Not bad,” Billy grinned as he tugged at the ends of her hair gently. He’s pondering about the best way to bring his thoughts forward, knowing that it could be a touchy subject, “You look like you had fun.” He smirks instead, watching the way her cheeks heat up.

“You’re the one who suggested it,” She protested softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “I was thinking about something.” She said softly, distracting herself by playing with the strings on his shorts. He tilted his head as he watched her.

“What was that, Red?” He grinned at the childhood nickname, watching the way her lips slowly curl into a grin until she’s looking up at him again. She breathed in deeply, looking a little nervous before she spoke.

“What do you think about doing something with Steve and Gina?” She asked softly, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him with a bright smile. He grumbled as he took another drink from his bottle and quickly shook his head.

“I already went to his dumb band thing.” He tried to keep from whining, but honestly didn’t want to socialize with any more people. Steve really hadn’t done bad and he really was a good singer, but Billy didn’t need him to know that.

“You said he did good,” She laughed as she nudged his shoulder, “No, not hanging out like that. Hanging out like here.” She gestured down towards the floor, like she was motioning to the apartment. He raised his eyebrow at her.

“He’s here all the time,” Billy told her, his tone coming out a bit dry, “What’s to change about that?” Kim looked a little frustrated for a moment as she licked her lips, looking like she was searching for a better way to phrase her sentence.

“Like hanging out here,” She drew out slowly, “Naked.” Her face flushed, like she was embarrassed to bring it up. He bit back a grin, thinking that she was cute for being so flustered over it.

“Oh,” Billy nodded his head, pretending like he understood, “Like a nudist party?” He tilted his head, asking the question in mock confusion. He laughed at the look of defeat that crossed her features.

“Billy,” She whined as she leaned forward, pressing her full body against his as she whined. He laughed as he moved his hands up on her small waist, “You know what I mean.” She mumbled as she hit her face in the crook of his neck. He swayed them back and forth for a moment before he gripped her chin and tilted her face towards him.

“You wanna fuck them?” He whispered softly, watching the way her hazel eyes widened as she took him in. Her body molded closer against his, sinking against his touch as her fingertips lightly dug into his sides. He observed the way her lips slowly parted as she nodded her head as they breathed in the same breath, “Little slut.” He teased, enjoying the way her body moved against him.

—

Gina sits on the couch between Kim and Billy, glancing between them with a mischievous look on her face. She pokes at Kim’s side and asks, “Did you talk to him?”

Billy snorts, “Oh, so this was your idea. I should’ve figured.”

She gasps and shoves Billy, “It was our idea. So? Whaddya say, Billy?”

The blonde purses his lips and scratches his chin, like he’s still thinking it over in his head, though the decision was made fairly quickly on his part when he saw how just the conversation about it excited his girlfriend. Gina looks at him impatiently and he chuckles before smirking, “I’m down. Question is, if your square boyfriend will be.”

Gina squeals and jumps up onto her knees, “I’ve already figured out how to ease him into it.”

“Yeah?” Kim tilts her head curiously, “How?”

“Easy. I blindfold him, sit him on the couch and we take turns sucking his cock,” Gina explains nonchalantly. Billy and Kim look back at her with wide eyes.

“Why don’t you just fucking ask the guy?” Billy argues.

Gina whines, “He’ll be too like… listen, okay. Steve’s not so adventurous. The way we have sex is like, mechanical. There’s a routine and Steve does the same three positions. If I ask him, he’ll act like it’s a big deal and something something it’s gay.”

“Maybe you and Kim should tackle this without me, first,” Billy offers, blinking slowly.

“No!” Kim quips, “I don’t wanna do it without you.”

Billy sighs, “Okay. So say we do this, what makes you think he’s not gonna freak out?”

Gina shrugs, “Call it lover’s intuition. I feel like we just plan it right, pull the blindfold off at the perfect time and he’ll already be warmed up to the idea.”

“Sounds pretty fun,” Kim grins excitedly, reaching over to squeeze Gina’s thigh.

—

“What’s the big surprise?” Steve asks as Gina leads him through the front door, blindfold already tied around his head. He’s nervous yet excited at what Gina has planned. Though she wouldn’t tell him what the occasion even is. She pulls his hand and guides him to the couch, where she pushes him gently. He sits back, welcoming her in his lap while she kisses him slowly. Gina seems really into whatever she’s got in her little head, grinding against him while they trade spit.

He relaxes a bit because this is familiar. It’s also pretty hot to not be able to see. Feels tingly in his thighs as she moves off him and pulls his shirt over his head. The thinks she gets on her knees because he can feel her arms against his legs while she rubs her hand against his crotch.

“You can’t take the blindfold off until I say it’s okay, Steve,” she purrs, “Okay?”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Steve sighs back, reaching out to touch her but she pushes his hands back to his sides.

“Stay still. Let me do all the work, okay?”

He nods, leaning his head back against the couch. Gina unties his shoes and pulls them off, biting her lip as Kim sits by her side. Billy’s standing nearby, observing them with a curious tilt to his head. Gina moves her hands to his waistband and unzips his jeans, with Kim’s help she gets them down and off his ankles. Kim’s eyes widen and she has to stifle a giggle when she sees Steve’s erection pressing against his briefs. Gina’s pretty proud of her boyfriend's size. It’s mostly why she puts up with the vanilla sex he offers.

Gina nods to Kim, grinning mischievously as she watches the slender girl tuck her fingers in the waistband of Steve’s underwear and pull them down his thighs. Gina grabs them from there and pulls the rest of the way down. When she glances back, Billy’s chewing on the inside of his lip. His head is still cocked but he’s definitely looking at Steve’s cock. Which makes Gina even more excited and she grabs onto Steve’s thighs and spreads his legs more, leaning down and licking a broad stripe up the side of his length, right along the vein. Her boyfriend moans, fingers gripping onto the couch cushion beneath him. She wraps her fingers around the base of him and swirls her tongue around his tip, still squeezing on his thigh with the other hand.

She works slowly, not wanting to rush anything. There’s still two other mouths eagerly waiting to get on him. She bobs her head a couple of times and pulls off with a loud pop, looking up to see Steve’s lips falling open as pretty sounds flood out. She turns to Kim and smiles. The redhead shyly smiles and leans in to lick against Steve’s tip, Gina’s fingers still wrapped tightly around his base.

“Jesus,” Steve pants out, arms twitching and Gina knows he’s desperate to move his hands. But he listens well, doesn’t move them an inch.

Gina shakily pulls away and stands up, letting Kim take over. She grabs Billy’s hand and pulls him a little closer, locking eyes to gauge how he’s feeling about all of this.

Kim feels a little giddy as she pushes Steve’s tip into her mouth and slowly begins to bob her head up and down his long length. She knits her eyebrows a bit, not used to how quickly Steve’s cock hits the back of her throat. She’s not able to be as quick or rough as she usually is with Billy.

Steve’s moans are soft and pretty as they fill the air and she wonders if he’s noticed anything different at all. Billy leans a little closer, slowly pulling her red hair from her face so he can get a better look at how her lips stretch around Steve’s cock. She flicks her tongue along the curve of his dick, admiring the way he shudders underneath her.

She begins to drool a bit more, gagging hard as Steve involutionary snaps his hips up with a groan. She pulls away, coughing a little bit as drool floods from her mouth. Billy grips her chin tightly, peering at her red cheeks before he’s shuffling the drool back into her mouth with his thumb. His lips descend on hers, kissing her hotly.

“Sorry,” Steve croaks out, looking flustered as he shifts in the chair, “Don’t stop.” His tone is a little desperate, making Billy’s stomach churn. Kim shoots him a desperate look before Gina is nudging him forward. He slowly pushes Steve’s legs apart a little further so he can easily slide between his knees and takes his time to reassure that Steve still doesn’t notice anything before he’s pressing his lips around Steve’s red tip.

He bobs his head slowly at first, taking his time to adjust as it’s been some time since he’s had a cock in his mouth. Steve probably has the biggest cock he’s ever seen that hasn’t been in porn either. He can’t fit all of Steve in his mouth, nor does he get as far as the other two girls but he does let the saliva mixture from the three of them coat Steve’s balls before he’s rolling them in his hand.

“Fuck,” Steve curses, making Billy’s eyes snap up as he flicks his tongue along the veins on Steve’s cock. He rolls his tongue slowly, enjoying the way Steve melts underneath his touch, “Feels so good.” Steve pants out, his chest moving harshly like it’s hard to breathe.

Kim leans up against Billy’s back, watching him curiously as her tits press up against his skin. He sends her a sly wink, feeling shivers tracing up his spine from the way her fingertips drag along his sides. She grins, pressing against the back of his head softly to watch the way Steve’s cock descends further into Billy’s mouth.

His jaw begins to ache but neither girl tries to take control again and he likes the way Steve’s hips jerk into his mouth as Kim lightly pushes his head further onto Steve’s cock. He sucks in his drool, swallowing it and earning an even louder cry from Steve. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Gina slowly creeping up towards the brunette boy. Gina tugs at the blindfold and it falls down to Steve’s lap.

His vision is flooded with a sight he’d been secretly dreaming of. Billy Hargrove with a cock in his mouth. Steve’s cock. It’s almost unbelievable, he can’t even fully comprehend it as their glassy eyes meet. All he knows is that it feels good and it’s even better to look at. He’s reaching down, pushing the discarded blindfold off his lap and getting his fingers in Billy’s hair while his hips jerk up.

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, oh my fucking god!” Steve rushes out, loving the way Billy’s lips look extra pink and swollen around his cock. The way Billy's cheek’s are the reddest he’s ever seen them. He’s a dream and Steve’s orgasm slams into him abruptly, his hips stuttering up as he shoots his load down Billy’s throat. “Ohhh fuuuck,” he grits out, not daring to close his eyes.

Steve’s trying to catch his breath when Billy pulls off, grabs Kim’s face and pulls her close. Kim opens her mouth, locking eyes with Billy and Steve makes a pathetic sound as he watches Billy spit his cum into Kim’s awaiting mouth. His softening cock twitches back to life and Gina tugs at Kim’s wrist as she sits beside her. The girls kiss, swapping Steve’s cum and when a little leaks out the corner of Gina’s lips, Kim’s licking it up.

He exhales harshly, “What the fuck?”

Gina swallows and giggles up at Steve, wrapping her hands around his calves and kissing his knee, “Good surprise?”

“Very,” he replies, moving his thumb to caress her freckled cheek. “But, uh, now what?”

Billy laughs, picking up Kim and sitting her down beside Steve, “Now this.” He pulls Kim’s dress off and starts kissing at her thighs, spreading them open. Steve watches curiously. Oh. Oh. They’re just gonna fuck right in front of him and Gina. Well, actually, that’s not that different from their usual behavior except this time, Steve’s dick is out and still hard. Luckily Steve doesn’t have to panic for much longer because Gina’s grabbing his face and kissing him while she climbs up into his lap. Kim begins moaning beside him and he can hear how sloppily Billy’s eating her out. It makes his ears feel hot. He kisses Gina back eagerly, grabbing her dress and lifting it up. They break the kiss so he can take it off of her, exposing her naked body. Steve guffaws, making Gina giggle before she’s lining his cock up with her cunt, lowering herself on it as she whines.

Kim’s fingertips dig into Billy’s thick strands, letting her nails lightly drag across his scalp as his tongue dips in and her wet cunt. She whimpers, her hips temporarily leaving the couch as he attacks her with his tongue. Her head lolls to the side as Billy presses his fingertips down on her hips to keep her still.

“Billy,” She whined as her head falls onto Steve’s shoulder. She lazily rolls her eyes up, looking at the cock drunk look on Gina’s face as she gyrates her hips up and down Steve’s long cock. His body is warm, almost hot as he exhales roughly next to her, “Feels good.” She whimpered as Billy’s tongue pressed against her clit roughly.

Steve’s brown eyes turned towards her, his pink lips parted in bliss as he momentarily drank in her features. She feels a blush spreading over her cheeks, not quite used to having Steve watch her in such an intense way. He bends forward, his movements taking her by surprise until Billy is roughly tugging her away.

“Hey,” Billy moves himself up between Kim’s legs, speaking so sternly that Gina pauses her own movements, “Don’t kiss her.” He demands fiercely, his eyes flashing as he stares at Steve. Kim bites her lip as she shifts forward a bit, just enough so she can grab Billy’s strong jawline.

“S’okay,” Kim reassures him as she brings her lips against his slick covered ones, “Kissing is okay.” She tells him gently between gentle pecks of their lips. She doesn’t want Billy to run Steve off, nor does she want Steve to get offended either. She doubts that he’ll even do much more than share a peck between any of them.

Billy’s lips melt against hers as she slides her tongue inside of his mouth, tasting herself as she works on removing his belt and jeans. He groans against her mouth, mingling their sounds together as she wraps her palm around his cock and stroked him slowly.

“Little whore,” He mumbles against her lips before he grips her throat and spits into her mouth. She hears Steve gasp but she’s unsure if it has to do with Billy’s actions or because Gina is moving again. She whimpered as she licked his spit away, whining as his palm roughly connected with her ass before he’s spreading her legs wide, “Nasty little slut.”

“Yeah,” She whimpers in agreement, her lips spreading in awe as he pushes his thick tip into her drenched hole, “Oh my god.” She whined, her eyebrows rising high on her forehead as his cock stretches her walls out.

“Can I?” Steve mumbles out, shakily, eyes on Kim while Gina begins rolling her hips again.

“Uh-huh,” Kim whines, turning her face towards Steve. Her hazel eyes meet with his dark brown ones and he’s never felt so feral in his life. He collides his lips with Kim’s. And it’s hungry. Steve’s growling into it as he grabs her hand, it only feels natural. They’re both in a rather submissive position. And really, honestly, it’s exciting to have Billy’s face so close to his and Kim’s. Steve deepens it, sliding his tongue along Kim’s lower lip and pushing it past, rubbing their tongues together.

“Fuck,” Gina whines, watching in awe as she rides Steve’s cock.

Steve lifts his hand up and grabs a hold of Kim’s jaw, holding her steady while she moans into his mouth. Billy’s a little floored, usually couldn’t fathom the thought of anyone kissing Kim but there’s something about this asshole. Fine. It’s no big deal but Billy is in fact attracted to Steve. And really, watching him lick into Kim’s mouth is fuckinf hot. Makes his hips snap his hips even faster against Kim, pulling these high pitched symphonies from her lips. Gina’s doing something similar to Steve because this open mouthed kiss turns into Steve and Kim just moaning against each other's mouths. It’s the fucking hottest thing he’s ever seen. Billy grabs a hold of Kim’s head, pushes her further against Steve.

“Jesus Christ,” Billy breathes out, moving his hand to slip his fingers in Steve’s hair. He gripped his brown locks tightly, enacting a loud moan from Steve, “Do you like my little whore?” He teased as he dragged his cock faster inside of Kim’s walls. He breathed out, enjoying the way Steve’s brown eyes widened in surprise.

“Answer him, Stevie,” Gina begged as she lightly tapped her fingertips against Steve’s flushed cheeks, trying to earn a response from him, “Is Kim a little whore?” She teased in the same manner as she began to dig her acrylic nails into his skin.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out as his hands went to grip her hips, his mind feeling fuzzy suddenly. He was overwhelmed with the sensation of her walls clamping down around his hard cock, the way Billy was tightly gripping his hair and how Gina was scratching at his skin. Kim’s lips brushed against the sensitive area on his neck, making him cry out a little louder, “Yes, yes!” He agreed, afraid that they would take away the pleasure that he was feeling.

“So mean, Stevie,” Kim mocked as she pouted her lips out, her voice slightly cracking from how harshly Billy was pressing his cock into her, “Right there. Oh God, Billy.” She whimpered as her head fell against Steve’s. Gina gaped, slightly shaking Kim from how fast she was moving up and down the length of Steve’s cock.

The pleasure tickled up Kim’s spine, traveling down her legs as the bliss grew deeper inside of her stomach until it burned. She cried out as she felt her cunt clamping down around Billy’s cock, squeezing around him harshly as she came with a loud moan. Her body shook as she fell forward, her boobs pressing against Steve’s sweaty skin as he watched with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Fuck,” She whined as she rolled her eyes back in awe. Billy gripped her hair again, yanking her head back to look at her. He smirked in bliss, looking down at her cock drunk features before he spit onto her lips. She whimpered as she licked it away, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue, “Oh my God.” She whined as a soft giggle left her lips.

“Such a dirty whore,” Billy teased as he smacked her cheeks. He pressed her harder against the couch, rocking into her as his cock began to ache. He groaned loudly, feeling his hips stalling as he came inside of her, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed as he moved his hand down to her neck, giving her a slight squeeze.

Steve’s back arched, feeling the warmth pooling deep in his stomach as his second orgasm was fast approaching. Gina’s rhythm started to falter, thighs burning from the exertion so Steve grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting his own up. The sounds that poured out of Gina were ones Steve hadn’t heard before, not in person at least. They were like the ones she’d made in the videos with Kim and Billy, a little unhinged as pleasure wrecked through her body.

Billy grabbed Kim’s hand and guided it towards Gina’s cunt, “Rub her clit.” Then he was pulling out of Kim and standing behind Gina, grabbing her tits in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thick fingers. Kim moved her fingers in quick, firm circles against Gina’s clit and in quick succession, the brunette girl was clamping down around Steve’s cock. Eyes crossed and body seizing as her climax crashed into her.

“A-aah!” she cried out, leaning back into Billy’s chest as she came.

Steve licked his lips, taking in the beautiful sight and for the first time ever, he’s shooting his load inside her. Raw. Gina’s hands reach up to grab a hold of Billy’s forearms as she rides out the feeling, a bit of drool pooling at the corners of her lips.

“Shit,” Steve whines, eyes falling shut as his orgasm racks through him. In mere seconds, he’s spent. Body goes limp while he tries to catch his breath. Before he knows it, Gina’s kissing his lips and giggling into it.

“That was so hot,” she purrs, tugging on his hair.

“Mhm,” he mumbles back with a lazy smile.

But now what? Steve wonders, feeling awkward as he wraps his arms around Gina’s waist and looks at the couple standing behind her.

“We’re gonna go to bed,” Kim says, voice all shy like Steve didn’t just watch her getting fucked. “See you in the morning,” she grabs Billy’s hand and begins to pull him to her bedroom.

Billy smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at him, “Nice job, pretty boy.”

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Fifty Nine

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

Billy

He slowly rolled his hips forward, enjoying the soft moan that slipped from her lips as he pulled her long leg up over his hips. He sighed as he brushed his nose against the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent as he brought his hand over the front of her nightgown.

He traced his hands over her perky tits, using his other hand to roughly tug her nightgown up over her pale skin. He admired the way her milky skin gleamed in the morning light, how her pink nipples hardened in the chill air.

He brought his lips against her shoulder, kissing softly as he wondered if he could successfully kiss all of her freckles. She had so many. She was covered in them, even though some were too soft to see from a distance.

He shifted his kisses down towards her chest, bringing his lips along the curve of her tits as he pressed a palm flat against her abdomen. He flicked his tongue out, tracing the sensitive bud as she jolted in surprise.

“Billy,” She moaned softly as she moved her fingers through his hair, sighing blissfully as he flicked his eyes up towards her, “Feels nice.” She whispered, her eyes still slightly hazy from the early morning. They’d crawled back into bed after they had taken turns brushing their teeth, apparently ready for another nap. He had other ideas on his mind.

“Yeah?” He teased her, liking the way her hazel eyes grew wide as he slid his fingers further down her torso. He enjoyed the way her lips pressed together, how goosebumps grew underneath his touch. He pressed his fingers through her soft turf of hair, watching the way she slowly rolled her hips forward, “What do you want, little sister?” He questioned as he slowly rolled his hard dick against her soft ass.

“Want you,” She mumbled, her eyes hazy as he continued to rub his cock against her soft flesh. He groaned as he rubbed his face against her smooth cheek. She smelt good, made his mind go fuzzy a little bit, “Want your cock so badly.” She added, her voice filled with desperation.

He moved a palm up to her perky tits, squeezing her left one to earn a gasp from her lips. He groaned before he moved his hands away, palming himself for a moment before he released his aching cock. He squeezed softly, giving himself a few tugs before he slid his tip against her wet folds.

She moaned, leaning back to grip a hold of her thigh. She watched him, her eyebrows knitting together and lips parting in bliss as he slid his cock into her wet cunt. He sighed in awe, brushing his nose against hers as her walls stretched around his thick girth. He dragged his fingers across her hips, pleased with the way she wrapped perfectly around him.

Her moans were stifled, whiny as she tried her best to keep quiet. He exhaled harshly, flicking his tongue out against her pink lips. Her eyes were hazy, filled with lust as he bottomed out inside of her. He rubbed his fingers across her clit softly, teasing her as he stayed still for a moment. He enjoyed the way her walls fluttered around his cock, how every time she inhaled it felt like he was being pulled deeper inside of her.

“Feel that?” He grumbled as he rubbed his palm against her lower abdomen, pressing against the spot that was bulging out, “You take my cock so good, baby sister. Such a little slut for me.” He praised her, watching the way her eyes darkened and a flush spread over her cheeks.

He continued to play with her clit, rubbing it in soft circles as he ignored the way his cock was throbbing inside of her. He wanted to move, but he wanted to savor the feeling of her cunt squeezing him tightly.

“Billy,” She moaned sweetly, making shivers spread through his body at the melodic way it spread through his ears. He pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, sucking softly as more pretty sounds fell from her lips. The sound of her drove him crazy, “Want you. Please. Move.” She spit out desperately, hovering her mouth near his.

He could feel his lips twitching into a smirk, enjoying the way she craved him just as badly as he craved her. He pressed his lips against hers softly, pulling her into a sweet kiss. His lips molded against hers, feeling like they belonged against his.

She kissed him deeper, inviting him in as she flicked his tongue against his parted lips. He groaned as he pressed his tongue against hers, caressing them together as her cunt clamped down around him. He grunted this time, keeping a tight grip on her as he dragged his hips back slowly.

It was too much for him, not being able to feel himself deep inside of her. He thrusted back in, grunting loudly as the way her spongy walls squeezed around him. He rutted himself into her, groaning as loud moans left her mouth.

She pressed herself back against him, doing her best to rock herself deeper along the curve of his cock as he dug his fingertips into her hips. Her head fell back in awe, resting against the pillows as her boobs moved to the motions of his thrusts.

“God,” She whined, making him groan as she dug her nails into his skin, “You feel so good, Billy. So good.” She gasped, mouth parting as she stared up at him. He wished there was a way to mold her closer to his body, to always feel like she was a part of him.

He kissed her deeply between her moans, licking away her drool as he continued to grind himself into her spongy walls. The way her walls squeezed him left him breathless, his mind fuzzy as his movements became more frantic.

She whined in awe, making the sound vibrate across his lips as he held onto her tightly. He pressed onto her hips harshly, dragging her back against his cock. He grinded into her, listening as her moans became more intense.

“Oh, oh,” She moaned as her eyes rolled back in bliss, making him groan as her walls clamped down around his thick girth. He hissed, enjoying the way her body trembled as her climax crashed over the both of them, “Billy. Oh God!” She squealed, biting down on her hand to keep her moans muffled.

He sighed as he held onto her, squeezing her hips tightly as he brought her back against him harder. He rocked into her deeply, his cock throbbing as he felt the muscles in his stomach tightening in pleasure. He clung to her, biting down on her shoulder as his high hit him.

He came inside of her, his spunk painting her walls as he pressed into her roughly. He exhaled against her shoulder, biting back his spew of curses as she rocked back against him. She whimpered as he lazily rolled forward one last time, needing to fill her deeply again.

“Fuck,” He said as he slowly relaxed, feeling the tension leave his body as he drifted his fingers across her smooth sides. She laughed breathlessly, making him close his eyes as he held onto her, “You’re so good.” He grinned, brushing his nose against hers as he slowly withdrew.

She sighed, still trying to catch his breath as he picked up a discarded rag. He cleaned her gently, enjoying the way she shuddered underneath his touch. He grinned up at her, watching the slow way she kicked her leg out towards him.

“Thanks,” She responded, looking very flushed as she tried to steady her breathing, “That was nice.” She mumbled as she moved her hair out of her face, making him grin.

“Yeah?” He chuckled as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “I’m glad I’m not boring you.” He snickered, grinning as she squeezed his biceps playfully and shook her head.

“What do you want to do today?” She asked him curiously, rolling over and holding the sheet up towards her chest. He turned on his side, getting a better look at her as he thought about his answer.

“Do you have a bunch of homework?” He questioned her, hoping that she might be able to tag along. He had a feeling Sam would be skeptical since he was insistent that being homeschooled was the same as being taught in school. Billy disagreed.

“Not a lot,” She said softly, “Why?” She curled her lips into a gentle smile, making his heart flutter roughly inside of his chest as he admired her pretty features. He was lucky she was his.

“I told Steve I’d teach him how to make a recipe,” He sighed as he placed his face into the pillow, “I regret it now.” His words were muffled as he spoke, but he didn’t care. He really didn’t want to go after spending all day there yesterday. It was odd. He used to spend more time away from home than actually there. That was with Neil, however.

“Oh, how sweet of you,” She teased him as she tucked his hair behind his ear. She was slowly passing along her little tick to him, “Did you notice how Gina and Steve were?” She questioned him a little hesitantly, like she was worried she was overstepping.

“Mhm,” He said, “She’s pissed.” He replied as he sat up on the side of the bed. She moved around with him, clutching the sheet around her waist as she began to dig through her closet for the right outfit.

“Why?” She asked softly, though the look in her eyes told him that she already knew. At least partially. He’d been on Gina’s bad side before, it wasn’t pretty. She had a temper when she wanted one.

“I guess because Steve isn’t helping her out,” He said as he shifted into his pants, “I don’t know though.” He told her honestly, not wanting to say anything wrong about them. The thought temporarily left his mind as he grew distracted by her sliding a pair of panties over her long legs.

“That would be hard,” She replied thoughtfully, “I think she’s just hurting a lot right now.” She nodded her head as she slipped her bra on next. He traced his eyes over the freckles spine, then the dimples on her lower back. He’d have to kiss them later.

He put on his deodorant before he slid his shirt on, observing that her dress had little red flowers on it. It matched the color of his shirt, even though they hadn’t planned on doing so. He turned her towards him suddenly.

“I would carry you up the stairs,” He grinned as he pressed her hair behind her ear this time, “And we wouldn’t be sleeping in separate bedrooms.” He said seriously, content that they would never have to sleep in different rooms again.

“You are really good with babies,” She said, looking a little gleeful as she watched him, “In a very cute way.” She added as she gave his cheek a little pat. That made him feel a little better. He still felt like he had set their relationship back a few steps by trying to talk her into kids.

“Do you want to go with me then?” He asked, leaning behind her so he could fix his hair while she worked on her makeup in the mirror.

“If dad lets me.” She told him, looking a little disappointed as she met his eyes in the mirror. He chewed on his bottom lip as he thought over her answer.

“You don’t think he will?” He questioned her, feeling like Sam wasn’t that hard on her. He knew that there was nothing wrong with her telling she couldn’t skip school either; he just didn’t want to go alone.

“I’m back to school,” She reminded him gently, “I don’t think he’s going to let me run around whenever I please.” She added a little softer as she straightened up, her eyes bright and pink as she looked at him straight once again.

“Just put your charm on.” He teased her as he fixed the cuffs of her dress. He smiled as he gave her shoulders a little shake, trying to keep her demeanor from falling.

“I don’t think I have any charm.” She replied pathetically, eyebrows knitted together and lips forming into a frown. He kissed her forehead, knowing that was far from true. She just didn’t feel confident in herself at the moment. He believed in her.

“Sure you do,” He said as he pinched her cheeks playfully, “Use those big pretty eyes. Pout your lip out a little bit. He couldn’t say no to that.” He told her seriously, sure that she was able to convince Sam to let her go with.

He sent her along first, giving her a reassuring nod and a pat on her butt for encouragement. She fumbled with her fingers, looking like she’d suddenly lost all hope as she tiptoed towards Sam worriedly.

“Daddy,” Kim said slowly as she approached, slightly dragging her feet as she pressed her fingertips together in worry. Billy shook his head. She was a goner, “I was wondering if I could go help Steve and Gina today?”

“Isn’t that what you did yesterday?” Sam looked up curiously, already having books and papers spread out around him. He cocked his eyebrows, like he didn’t understand why it would be so important to go back today.

“Well,” She paused as she glanced back at Billy, only speaking once he nodded again, “Yes. But Jennifer is a handful. They need our help. Neither of them know how to cook either.” She added in one breath, looking even more nervous than before.

“Is Billy going?” He asked her this time, looking like he was debating his answer as he tilted his head back and forth. She stalled once again, looking like she was trying to figure out which answer he would prefer.

“Yes.” She said slowly, furrowing her eyebrows together and narrowing her eyes as she waited. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“It sounds like he has it handled then,” He replied as he rested his chin on his hands, “He can help them with the baby and the cooking; and you can start on why folktales were so important.” He smiled, making Billy grumble as he pushed a notebook towards Kim. He should’ve known better. Stupid teachers.

“Oh,” Was her response as she glanced back towards Billy once again, sending him an apologetic look, “Okay then.” She said as she slid the chair out and hesitantly took her seat. She looked disappointed, but it wasn’t her fault. She had tried her best. She probably needed to stay and finish school anyways.

“Maybe once you get your assignments done,” Sam added a second later, “Are you joining us, Billy?” He turned to face him, surprising Billy for a moment. He shifted awkwardly as he quickly shook his head.

“I better not,” He mumbled as he bent over to kiss the tip of Kim’s head, “I won’t be gone that long.” He shrugged his shoulders, figuring that they tried. She looked up at him with her big eyes, still swimming in the setback of the whole thing. Perhaps if she pouted enough, Sam would change his mind earlier.

“Give her a hug for me,” Kim said quickly, “And Jennifer.” She added with a nod of her head as she released him. He nodded in agreement.

“If they ever need help, Rosemary and I wouldn’t mind either,” Sam spoke up again, “Well, Rosemary would really like to see the baby.” He said after a second thought, looking like he wasn’t so sure about taking care of the baby. He wondered if Sam was a baby person at all.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” Billy said as he tapped his fingers across Kim’s temple, earning a smile from her, “I’ll be back. Don’t have too much fun.” He told her with a snort, sure that Science and Math would keep her busy.

The drive there wasn’t terrible, but there was a liquor store that caught his attention every time he drove by. He hated how easily things stuck out to him sometimes. How he shouldn’t want to stop and get something to drink, but he desperately wanted to. Every time he thought of Kim, making his craving die just a little bit. He didn’t want it to be harder on her.

“Hey, squish,” Billy announced as he peered down at the little infant. She turned towards him with wide eyes, her expression relaxing as she relaxed her fingers from the fist she had formed, “You being good today?” He asked as he drifted his finger down along the curve of her temple, enjoying the way she almost instantly fell asleep.

“Squish?” Steve questioned as he walked back into the room, looking more put together than he had the day before. Perhaps Jennifer just needed to get adjusted to the atmosphere of the house.

“She’s got rolls,” He explained as he showed off one of her arms, “And she’s squishy.” He said, feeling like it was self explanatory. He shrugged his shoulders, looking at the content look on her features.

“I think we should call her Weepy Jenny,” Tommy replied as he shook his head at her, “What? She never smiles. Just cries. And screams.” He said as he wrinkled his nose up at her, clearly not in favor of babies either.

“I would too if I had to see your face.” Billy smarted off, but felt like it was a fair statement. She was still gauging her surroundings; it must be scary to see so many new faces at once.

“Ah, man,” Tommy replied with a shake of his head, “That’s too personal.” He mumbled as he followed Billy towards the kitchen. He snorted as he leaned against the counter.

“It was just a joke.” He told him dryly, watching the way Tommy shrugged his shoulders and mumbled underneath his breath once again. Billy was fairly certain he’d been talking himself up in order to ask Alma out. He thought it would be a disaster, but wished Tommy luck regardless.

“You want a beer?” Steve asked, making Billy’s eyes snap towards the glorious bottles in his hands. It was nice to know that he couldn’t grocery shop for food, but could for beer. Billy felt his fingers twitch in anticipation.

“He can’t,” Tommy responded dryly as he reached for one, “He’s doing some sobriety thing with Kim.” He explained offhandedly, making Billy’s eyes narrow at the way he exposed their dirty laundry.

“Oh,” Steve paused as he quickly pulled the bottle back from Tommy’s grasp, “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, shaking his head as he nestled the bottles towards his chest. Billy exhaled roughly, not liking the pity look that he received.

“I didn’t say I was doing it!” Tommy pouted once Steve turned away with them. Billy kicked at his stool, glad that he didn’t get any either for throwing him under the bus.

“We’re not drinking in front of him,” Steve replied sternly as he disappeared down the hall, apparently hiding them away, “That’s not cool.” His voice carried as the bottles rattled from wherever he was placing them.

“I’m not the alcoholic,” Billy defended himself a second later, then winced at how harsh the words sounded in his mind. He didn’t want to place the blame on Kim, or call her such a thing, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No beer,” Steve responded as he shrugged his shoulders once he reappeared, “It’s the shitty kind Tommy got anyways.” He said as he placed his hands on his hips, sending a cocky smirk Tommy’s way.

“That’s the kind you wanted!” Tommy quickly defended himself, cheeks red from how irritated he suddenly grew. Steve scoffed, like it was an outrageous lie.

“Whatever,” He said as he quickly shook his head, “Billy’s here to teach me how to cook anyways.” He replied as he pulled a piece of red clothing free from the counter. Billy stared for a moment.

“What’s that?” He asked seriously, watching the way Steve placed it over his head and began to tie the strings behind his waist. Steve looked up in confusion.

“An apron,” He said as he looked down at it, “Why?” He asked as he ran his hands down the front of it, like he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“You boys have fun,” Tommy said with a laugh, “I’ve got my calculus class to get to.” He sighed deeply as he pushed himself out of the stool, looking like he’d rather not go out all.

“Is that the one you’re flunking?” Steve asked slowly, eyes full of mischief as he turned towards Tommy again. His features burned once again, eyebrows knitting together as he flipped Steve off.

“Fuck off.” He grumbled as he walked away, scooping up his backpack before he left out the door. Steve chuckled. Billy supposed it was good that they were getting along once again.

“I’m not wearing one of those,” Billy said quickly, watching as Steve pushed a yellow one towards him, “I don’t need it.” He shook his head, feeling like he’d rather get his clothes dirty than wear that nasty color. It was too bright for him.

“If you insist.” Steve mumbled, looking a little disappointed as Billy joined him. He pulled free pans and pots, insisting that he do this as fast as possible.

“I’ll show you this once,” Billy warned as Steve stared at him with wide eyes. He began to talk, directing him through the process, “Put the burner on medium, a drizzle of olive oil like this. Wait until it sizzles and then add your chicken-,”

“Now?” Steve asked quickly, brown eyes wide as he stared forward in anticipation. Billy scoffed, feeling like he wasn’t that intense. He just didn’t want to linger at this household all day.

“Now,” He said with a nod of his head, watching as Steve did as directed, “You don’t want any other seasonings?” He asked a second later as Steve continued to poke the cooking chicken with a fork.

“I already put salt and pepper on it.” Steve said slowly, wrinkling his eyebrows like he didn’t understand. Billy held a hand up, reminding himself that they didn’t have anything else in their cupboards anyways.

“Whatever,” He shook his head, “Cook it for six to seven minutes, when it starts to get blackened, you’ll see.” He said as he waved his hand, then settled back into one of the highchairs across the way. Steve continued to wiggle the pan around, apparently convinced that shaking it would help cook it better.

“You should apply at the restaurant I work at,” Steve said slowly, making Billy snort, “No, I’m being serious. You’d be great there. Not a dishwasher like I am.” He mumbled, still looking disappointed at the whole aspect.

“Nothing wrong with that job,” He reminded Steve, failing to mention that was also his current job, “You’ll want to flip it now.” He told him dryly, watching as Steve rapidly did so. The one side was a little too dark, but Billy supposed that it would be fine. Steve nodded his head but continued to chatter about his grand idea.

“You should,” He continued on, “I mean your mom is an amazing cook too. It must run in the family.” He said, his cheeks heating up a little bit as he spoke about Rosemary. Billy simmered in his spot for a moment, not really enjoying the attention that she got.

“Okay, go ahead and set that aside,” Billy directed, changing the topic as Steve lifted up his much too dark chicken, “Then you’re going to add this to the pan.” He leaned over and handed him a box, watching as Steve tilted his head curiously.

“What’s orzo?” He asked seriously, shaking his head like he’d never heard of it before. Part of him did feel bad, wondering if the poor guy just decided to survive off of frozen meals.

“It’s like pasta,” He sighed, watching the way the little flakes fell into the burner from Steve’s rough movements, “Then mix it around, you’re gonna want to toast it.” He continued to instruct, watching the way Steve paused his movements with the wooden spoon.

“Toast it?” Steve asked slowly, like he hadn’t heard correctly. Billy nodded his head again, pointing towards the pan in fear that Steve would let them burn. So much for cooking lessons.

“That’s what I said,” Billy said, “Then add in your broth. Cook that for like fifteen minutes now.” He told him directly, feeling like Steve would need to set a timer to stay on track. He stared at him until Steve got the hint.

“How did you memorize this?” Steve asked, stalling as he turned to face Billy. His expression turned sheepish as he looked at the little card in his hand, “Oh.” He replied bashfully, shaking his head as he continued to fuss with the pan.

“You can keep it,” He said with a laugh as he set it down, “Rosemary left a book. I set it on the table.” He pointed his thumb back behind him, glancing at where Jennifer was sitting soundly in her little bed. She was a lot more pleasant today than she had been yesterday.

He carried the note card back over, sliding it into its rightful spot before he bent over to look at Jennifer again. Her eyes fluttered open, her lips puckering out before she went back to sleep. She was pretty adorable, for being so fussy.

“What are you doing?” He asked once he returned, looking at the large bowl that Steve had scooped out for himself. He raised his eyebrow for a moment, glancing at Billy and then back to the bowl.

“Eating?” He questioned slowly, narrowing his eyebrows like he was doing something wrong. Billy shook his head, wondering how he’d made it this far without Gina snapping at him.

“You’re not going to get Gina first?” Billy asked slowly, hoping that it might make Steve recall that he should be kind to the one that pushed his baby out.

“Should I?” Steve asked, confusion still wrinkled across his features as he wiped at the corner of his lips. His cheeks were puffed out from how much food he had shoved into his mouth. Billy shook his head, confused at how Steve was even more clueless about relationships than he was.

“Your relationship isn’t looking good.” Billy responded as he walked around the table, ignoring the way Steve’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s that mean?” Steve hollered after him, but Billy ignored him as he climbed the stairs two at a time. He gripped the railing, pulling himself up quickly before he headed towards the room Gina was residing in.

“Hey,” He leaned against the doorframe, pausing before he flicked the light on, “Time to wake up.” He said, watching the way she shuffled around on the mattress. Her hair was messy, frizzy. Making him think that she had slept right after she’d showered.

“I’m tired.” She groaned as she rubbed at her eyes, sitting up slowly. She held onto her abdomen, sighing before she shuffled over towards the edge of the bed.

“It’s a mess in here.” He commented, thinking that she had left it worse than Kim did. In Kim’s defense, she just tended to be a little bit of a scatter-brain at times. Just the other day she had stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips and asked where she’d be if she was a bookmark. God, he missed her.

“I can’t bend over to grab the stuff,” Gina said as she slowly pulled herself onto her feet, “What are you doing here?” She asked as she pulled her hair out of her face, sighing as she slowly shuffled around.

“I promised your baby daddy I’d teach him how to make a recipe,” He explained as he pushed a few discarded items out of her way, “Why are you still locked in here?” He asked seriously as he pulled the curtains open, a little nervous as to why she kept digging herself deeper into her hole of a room. Or perhaps he was just afraid it would rub off on him.

“Jennifer had problems latching again,” She said as she rubbed at her eyes again, “She’s up more at night it feels like. And I’m not locked in here.” She defended herself, shaking her head as she walked towards the bathroom. He listened as she began to scrub her teeth. He stared, realizing that Steve’s things were missing.

“Uh huh,” He said, “Get dressed. Go eat.” He told her seriously as he began to make her bed, doing it out of habit. That was the first thing he did every morning. Neil always made him before he went to school, or got dressed.

The thought of Neil made his stomach curl in displeasure, a sour taste filling his mouth as he took a deep breath. He shook away the thoughts, watching as Gina crossed the room once again. Her hair was up this time, her eyes a little less tired as she glanced towards him.

“How’s she doing?” She looked worried, like she was doing something wrong. He shrugged his shoulders, really glad he didn’t have to worry about a crying baby on top of everything else.

“Better today it seems like,” He said, watching the way she slowly trudged along to her closet. He turned quickly, letting her get dressed as he stared at her trophies on the wall, “She’s really cute.” He said, trying to think of a way to compliment what she’d done.

“She hates me.” Gina pouted as she pulled clothes off of the hangers. Billy stared at the different awards on the walls, wondering how she felt about no longer being able to do any of her sports that she had enjoyed.

“I don’t think she hates you.” He said with a laugh, shaking his head because it was ridiculous. Jennifer just had a permanent stink face. It wasn’t her fault.

“She cries anytime I have to hold her.” Gina admitted as she shut the closet doors. He didn’t say it outloud, but figured she was just holding Jennifer wrong. It wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t had anyone to teach her. He wondered how her parents felt about the whole ordeal.

“You carried her around for however many months,” He said with a shake of his head, “I don’t think she could hate you.” He said seriously, glancing down as she approached him. Her features were wrinkled tightly together, like she was angry suddenly.

“Well she prefers Steve.” She said sternly, her brown eyes suddenly glazed over like she was about to cry. He felt an uncomfortable feeling spread through him, not really enjoying the thought of comforting someone who was going to cry. He still hated that.

“Are you jealous?” He asked seriously, raising an eyebrow at the odd thought. He didn’t know if that was the best way to describe it. He thought for a moment, wondering how he’d feel if his kids ended up preferring Kim. He supposed it would be likely. It didn’t really bother him.

“Would you have left Kim there?” She asked him suddenly, tilting her head as anger continued to spread through her features. He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” He asked her seriously, shaking his head softly. He wouldn’t have left Kim anywhere.

“If Kim had been in my position, would you have left her in the hospital alone?” Gina asked hotly as she placed her hands on her hips, knitting her eyebrows together even tighter. He felt himself relax for a moment, realizing what she was so upset about. It made sense now, why she was bitter.

“Tommy stayed with you.” He said softly, trying to give Steve some sort of defensive stance. He wasn’t sure what he would do in that situation. It was hard to think about.

“He didn’t spend the night,” She told him, “Would you leave Kim with her sister? Her parents? Or would you have stayed.” She questioned him, watching curiously as she waited for him to answer. It was easy to think about what he would do, but that was because he hadn’t been in that situation before. He still didn’t think he’d leave Kim. Not all alone.

“I would’ve stayed,” He said at last, “But I’m not Steve. And I’ve never been in that position either.” He replied quickly, not wanting to burn anymore bridges between her and Steve. He couldn’t imagine leaving Kim alone in a hospital bed, especially not after something so traumatic.

“Yeah,” She said slowly, “I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking like she was done with the conversation as she walked past him. He paused for a moment before he followed behind, unsure of how to offer any advice for them.

He followed her down the stairs, feeling like their issues were far out of his experience or abilities. They needed someone that knew what they were talking about. Not him.

“I made you a bowl,” Steve said sheepishly as he pushed it towards her, “How do you feel?” He asked, looking a little more worried as he pulled out a chair for her. He did it with one hand, holding Jennifer in his other arm this time.

“Fine,” She answered breezily, “Jennifer is sleeping again, that’s good.” She added softly, her tone still icy as she pulled her bowl towards herself. Billy did his best not to whistle at how the room seemed to grow cold, awkward.

“You two have fun,” Billy answered, desperate to get out of the stiff tension. It was no wonder as to why Jennifer had been so fussy, “I’ve gotta go.” He replied as he dug his keys from his jeans, watching the way Steve’s eyes snapped towards him.

“You don’t want to stay?” Steve asked, his brown eyes wide like he didn’t want to be alone with Gina. He shrugged his shoulders, knowing there wasn’t much else he could do here. Gina was stubborn, worse than he was. And she bit.

“No,” He said softly, then changed his tone so he didn’t sound so rude, “I wanted to get back to Kim. She’s doing schoolwork.” He replied as he walked forward, touching Jennifer’s tiny nose once again. She fluttered for just a second before she closed her eyes again, milk dripping from the corner of her lips.

“Is she not in class?” Steve wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion, checking the time like he had gotten it wrong. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

“No, her dad is homeschooling her,” He explained, “I bet he’d help you out so you could catch up.” He gestured towards Gina, watching the way she slumped her shoulders together.

“I don’t have time for that right now.” She replied as she stabbed at her food, clearly not happy with the suggestion. He thought it was a good idea. At least she’d be able to graduate.

“When Jennifer is older then,” He said, “And I’m pretty sure my mom would keep her if you let her.” He said seriously, fully knowing that Rosemary would turn one of the rooms into a nursery if she was able to.

“She wants to watch her?” Gina looked at him confused, like she didn’t understand why anyone would want to help them. He shrugged as he looked down at the sleepy baby once again.

“Yeah, they said anytime,” He responded as he brushed his finger across Jennifer’s nose again, “I’ll see you guys later.” He said, sending them a goodbye before he headed out the door. He lit up a cigarette right away, trying to keep his mind on track.

He parked his car outside on the busy street, tagging rapid drags from his cigarette as he tried to let the music drown away his bad thoughts. He tapped his fist against the side of the car a few times, trying to talk himself out of it.

He’d already gotten a nasty bruise from the last time, he really didn’t want to do something stupid again. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but he was acting fairly irrational at the moment. It made him even more angry. He shouldn’t rely on something so harshly.

He thought of Kim, fearing what her reaction would be if she knew about it. She had been calm before, slightly hurt but she didn’t hate him. He wondered if she would now. He didn’t want that. It wasn’t worth it.

“Fuck,” He pressed the heavy brown bag into the passenger compartment, cursing the whole time he pulled out onto the side of the street. He hadn’t felt this angry in the longest time. He was doing so good and each time he slipped further and further, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He had another two cigarettes before he made it back home, still cursing himself and feeling low as the bottle seemed to rattle around loudly no matter how high the volume on his music went. He stared at the compartment in anger, wondering what he was going to do. Or how he’d explain it.

“How were they?” Kim asked curiously once he was inside, sliding two of her slender arms around his waist. The guilt pressed down harshly against his chest, making him swallow it whole as he nodded his head.

“They were better today,” He said, then paused after a second thought, “Well, Jennifer was.” He said as he brushed his fingers through her hair. It was soft and smooth. He liked how it looked pink in the sunlight.

“They’re still not getting along?” She asked curiously, tilting her head back for a second before he turned her head forward slowly again. He brushed his fingers through her hair again, his fingers feeling awkward as he tried to get her hair split into three equal parts.

“I think Steve is just clueless,” Billy admitted as he tried to link the strands of her hair together, “What are you working on?” He asked her, wondering where Sam had run off to. She held up her chicken salad sandwich.

“Lunch break,” She said proudly, “But we just finished with Science.” She explained, leaning back against him as he tried to braid her hair back. He huffed softly, a little irritated at how it kept going sideways and how the strands were falling free.

“You’ll graduate before you know it,” He teased her, “You want a party?” He asked softly, trying to think about what they should plan for. He scooped another chunk of her hair back into the braid, pausing for a moment at the way she winced.

“No,” She said quickly, “Too many people.” She sounded a little nervous as she spoke. He glanced over her shoulder, confirming that she was playing with her fingers.

“How are you going to handle being the center of attention for our wedding?” He asked her seriously, smiling as he leaned over to kiss her flushing cheek. She would look pretty stunning up in front of everyone.

“I’ll figure that out when we get to it,” She mused softly, a gentle smile pressing on her lips, “What are you going to do?” She asked him, glancing back as he finished his task. He stared at her hair disgruntled before he slowly threaded his fingers through her hair once again. It was slightly frizzy now, but it was no longer uneven.

“I thought about going for a jog,” He told her truthfully, “You want to come?” He asked her as he turned to sit with her. He crossed his legs, pausing as she held half of the sandwich out towards him. He took it a second later.

“Maybe we could go for a hike tomorrow?” She suggested instead, “I wanted to finish this pattern that I started. I’m trying to make a stuffed bear.” She pointed towards her bag of yarn, looking optimistic as she thought about it.

“Not a cow?” He asked her, teasing her playfully as he bumped his foot against hers. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it for a second.

“The pattern is for a bear,” She explained, “But I wonder if it would mess it up if I tried to make a cow?” She pondered out loud for a moment, holding up her yarn. He took a bite from the sandwich she’d offered to him.

“I don’t think it would,” He said quickly, hoping that she could make a cute little design that she would really enjoy, “You should try it.” He added, listening as Sam’s soft footsteps carried down through the hallway.

“I will,” She said, smiling at him as she took another bite from her half of the sandwich, “I don’t suppose you want to do math with us, do you?” She teased him as Sam sent him a little wave. He moved towards the kitchen, bustling around in the fridge until he found the leftovers he wanted from the fridge.

“Fuck no,” He said with a laugh, pausing as Sam coughed from the kitchen, “I mean-, heck no. I have had my time with math.” He said as he held his hands up innocently, enjoying the giggle that rolled off of her tongue. He was suddenly frustrated with himself, angry that he had gotten alcohol knowing that it could hurt her. He had to get rid of it.

“Lame,” She said softly, resting her cheek on her knuckles as she looked at him. He felt his heart hammering too roughly in his chest as he held eye contact with her, thinking about how she used to be afraid to meet his eye. He liked it better now, where she wasn’t scared, “We’re going to be measuring angles. I think?”

“Mhm,” Sam replied from the kitchen, huffing as he waved his hand over his open mouth, “Really good stuff.” He said with a nod of his head. He walked over, cueing Billy that it was time for him to go.

“I’m gonna change and head for a jog,” He explained as he pushed his chair back, smiling at Kim as he rose, “I’ll be back in a bit.” He told her once again, trying to figure out how he’d get rid of the bottle in his car.

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“You alright?” He asked curiously as his hair dripped onto his shoulders, still damp from his shower. Rosemary was sitting on the edge of his bed, her knees pressed together as a tight look formed on her features.

“I just-,” Rosemary inhaled deeply, “I want you to know how sorry I am.” She said quickly, her voice shaking like she was close to breaking down. He sighed softly as he tugged on the towel around his shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” He asked her, shaking his head softly as he tried to make sense of what she was talking about. Rosemary paused as she glanced at her wrists, beginning to bounce her feet against the floor.

“For not coming back,” She said, her voice cracking as she rested a palm on her chest, “I can’t ever make that up to you. I’m so sorry. I should’ve tried harder. I shouldn’t have left you with him.” Her eyes were teary as she turned to face him. He felt his heart pounding inside of his chest, thinking about the few times he’d seen her cry.

“It’s not your fault,” He said slowly, “It wasn’t anything you did on purpose.” He told her truthfully, letting the words wash over himself too. He thought that they both needed to hear it. Neil’s lies couldn’t bother him anymore.

“I just don’t want you to think that I gave up on you.” She said slowly, her voice raw and shaking as she blinked her eyes rapidly. She sniffled, making him shake his head as he took a hesitant step forward.

“I don’t think that,” He replied softly, “Not anymore. I know. You’ve been through a lot. He put you through a lot.” He said truthfully, feeling a little sick as he sat down near her. He hated all the cruel thoughts he’d had about her over the years. It shouldn’t have been like that.

“I don’t want him to hurt you anymore.” She said urgently, looking worried as she looked at him for the longest time. He exhaled, wishing he knew how to explain things to her. He didn’t think Neil would be hurting him, at least not physically.

“I don’t think he can do that behind bars,” He chuckled softly, “There’s nothing to worry about. Really.” He nodded his head slowly, watching the way her shoulders slowly relaxed. He could tell things had been bad for her recently. She’d been more on edge. His suspicions as to why were now confirmed.

“Are you okay then?” She asked as she slowly took his wrist, holding onto him softly. He savored her touch, feeling like he was young again. He remembered how she used to hold him after school, how they’d snuggle and watch Westerns with one another. He wished things could be that easy again. Then again, it wasn’t ever really easy for her.

“I bought a bottle of whiskey earlier,” He said, blinking as he looked up towards her, “I didn’t drink it. It’s in my car. I couldn’t do it.” He explained to her, feeling a little bit better as he exposed the truth to her.

“Good,” She said as she nodded her head, “Do you want me to get rid of it for you?” She asked softly, holding her hands a little tighter over her knees. He thought about it for a moment. It would be nice, but it was his mess to clean up.

“I just figured I’d give it to Tommy or someone.” He said slowly, trying to think over his answer. Tommy wasn’t big on whiskey, but he was sure that he could figure out someone who liked it.

“Someone?” Rosemary tilted her head, making him pause for a moment as he tried to rethink his answer.

“Maybe Steve.” He said instead, furrowing his eyebrows together. He didn’t know what Steve liked, but maybe he liked whiskey too. Rosemary paused for a moment before she sighed.

“You’re not saving it?” She asked him seriously, her eyes soft and full of understanding as he felt his mouth go dry. He didn’t want to save it, but he supposed he understood why she would think that.

“Not planning on it.” He told her truthfully as he held his hands together, trying to keep his leg from bouncing in the same manner as hers had earlier. He would need another cigarette after this, would need to keep himself distracted from thinking about Neil. From thinking about drinking.

“I’m so sorry about all of this,” She said, “But I’m glad you had some self control. That’s a good thing.” She added hesitantly before she leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. It felt odd for her to be the one doing it, when he used to lay his head on her shoulder when she would hold him. But that had been a long time ago.

“I’m not an alcoholic.” He told her sternly, furrowing his eyebrows together as he did his best to convince her. He didn’t want her to think that he was that bad. He wasn’t. He just liked to drink occasionally. His self therapy relied on other means.

“I never really tried alcohol,” She said at last as she sat near him, “I never got the chance I guess.” She replied as she sat up a little straighter, thinking about it for a moment. He snorted, wondering what she was like when she was his age. Then again, she would’ve already had him by now.

“Sorry.” He told her, feeling a little truthful about it. He thought it was a universal experience to try alcohol, to be young and pretending to like the taste just because your friends did.

“Not your fault,” She grinned as she bumped her shoulder against his, “You and Russell are the best thing that happened to me. And Sam, Kim and Max. I’m very lucky.” She added with a nod of her head, grinning brightly to convince him once again. He sighed deeply as he nodded his head in agreement. He supposed that they were all pretty special.

“I bet you weren’t expecting me to be like this.” He told her, turning to face her once again. She inspected him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes before she spoke again.

“Like what?” She asked seriously, “You’re still kind, sassy. You still hate eggs. I don’t see anything different.” She nodded her head sternly, like that was the end of that conversation. He wasn’t surprised that she tried to make him feel better.

“Sure.” He said as he shook his head, feeling like it was strange to be having this conversation with her. He leaned a little closer to her, wishing that they could have one more day when he was young again. He wondered how different things would’ve been if she had been able to take him with her. It sort of scared him at the same time, making him wonder if he would’ve ever met Kim. In that case, it wouldn’t have been worth it.

“And maybe you get a little angry sometimes,” She drew out softly, “But I do too. You should’ve seen me lose my temper at this lady today. Oh, I acted awful.” She said in exasperation, sighing deeply like it was something terrible. He raised his eyebrow, sure that it couldn’t have been her fault.

“What did she do?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he thought about the arguments she’d gotten into with Susan. She could handle her own. He knew that at least.

“She kept trying to order a slice of cake, but wouldn’t tell me what kind,” Rosemary explained as she held her hand over her chest, “But then I had the attitude when I pointed out that she didn’t tell me the flavor. Then she called me a stupid blonde.” She said, sounding angry as she repeated the story all over again.

“So what did you say?” He asked her curiously, wondering if the other woman left in tears. Perhaps it wasn’t that bad, but if he was like Rosemary; he knew it could get bad.

“I told her she could shove her money where the sun doesn’t shine,” She said with a nod of her head, then laughed, “Only a little more colorful.” She added, still smiling brightly as she shook her head. She sighed as she covered her face with her hands, groaning like she couldn’t believe it.

“I can imagine,” He said with a laugh, “Are you doing okay?” He moved his arm around her shoulders gently, giving her a slight squeeze. She dropped her hands into her lap, smiling brightly like she was amused with the whole thing.

“I think I’m letting a lot of things get to me recently,” She admitted, “But I’ll be fine.” She added softly, looking sincerely as she tapped her palm against his knee again. He nodded his head, feeling like he should be cautious about bringing Neil up to her. He didn’t want her to suffer because of him, because he was being selfish. He just didn’t think that she’d really understand.

“Good,” He told her softly, “I don’t want to upset you.” He told her seriously, feeling like it was his turn to apologize. She sighed deeply as she turned towards him, shaking her head softly.

“It’s nothing that you’ve done,” She said honestly, “I can’t imagine what you must feel, or what you’re going through. It’s tough. And I’ll be here for you, alright?” She asked him, reassuring him as she bumped her shoulder against his again. He nodded his head in agreement.

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masterlist

||*~ call of duty~*||

simon 'ghost' riley:

riley family road trip (riley family au)

bug's coming out (riley family au)

simon comes home (riley family au)

riley family headcanons (riley family au)

silly goose simon after surgery

ghost/könig gunplay+knifeplay

simon x chronically ill!reader

captain john price:

kyle 'gaz' garrick:

johnny 'soap' mactavish:

valeria garza:

kate 'watcher 0-1' laswell:

farah karim:

könig:

ghost/könig gunplay+knifeplay

keegan russ:

doberman!keegan bunny!reader

nsfw alphabet

tf141:

tf141 as spotify playlists (ft. my oc)

multi:

||*~ sally face~*||

sal 'sally face' fischer:

larry johnson:

ashley campbell:

||*~five nights at freddy's~*||

william afton:

will x burn victim!reader

snugglefuck with will

||*~genshin impact~*||

kaeya:

diluc:

lisa:

||*~criminal minds~*||

spender reid:

elle greenaway:

nsfw alphabet

emily prentiss:

penelope garcia:

penelope helping transmac!reader

double date with derek and savannah (trans!masc reader)

jennifer 'jj' jeareau:

matt simmons:

||*~hemlock grove~*||

roman godfrey:

||*~scream~*||

billy loomis:

stu macher:

||*~stray kids~*||

bang chan:

lee 'lee know' minho:

seo changbin:

hwang hyunjin:

han jisung:

lee felix:

kim seungmin:

yang 'in' jeongin:

||*~gravity falls~*||

wendy coudroy:

stan pines:

ford pines:

soos:

bill cipher:

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Made up fic title:

“Don’t watch me dancing” + Billy Cranston 👀

Title: Don’t watch me dancing//Try Your Chances Somewhere Else Rating: Unrated Fandom: Boom! Comics Power Rangers; Mighty Morphin Power Rangers; Power Rangers. Relationships: past Matthew Cook/Kimberly Hart; Ranger Slayer Kim/Coinless Bulk; past World of the Coinless Billy Cranston & Coinless Skull; Terona Washington/Grace Sterling mentioned; Coinless Trini/Scorpina; Coinless Zack Taylor/Coinless Jason Scott; possible future Billy Cranston/Eugene Skullovitch/Matthew Cook. Characters: Billy Cranston; Matt Cook; Terona Washington; Ranger Slayer Kim; Coinless Bulk; Coinless Skull; The Coinless; The Sentries; Bulk & Skull; etc. Additional Tags: Post-Comic Arc: Darkest Hour; Alternate Universe - Canon; Angst; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; No Billy and Matt are not Going to Bone Coinless Skull Even if They Really Want to at Some Point; Terona Feeling a Sort of Kinship with Skull; Aftermath of Possession; Jason's Being Kind of a Dick; Dimension Hopping; Depression; Bulk as an Overworked Mama Bear; NOBODY IS TAKING CARE OF THEMSELVES; An Opportunity for Billy and Matt to be Caretakers; Scorpina is Trying Out Being Human. Summary:

It really did seem like a good idea at the time. It really felt like Billy and Matt could have a breather between Junior Year and Senior Year spending the summer not at Promethea proper, constantly reliving Grace's death and everything that went wrong during Dark Specter's invasion, but with Terona in the Coinless dimension actually making sure they had aid in getting back into the twenty-first century.

They were on call for their usual Ranger missions, of course, but it felt better just to be away from their version of Angel Grove for a while; away from the guilt, and the shame, and the echoes of a ghost that none of them could seem to forget any time soon.

And it did work, for a while. Billy getting to know this version of Trini and Zack--and even Jason when he came down from his tower--a little better, Matt aiding in the relief and building with his hands alongside Kim and Bulk and Kiya--given that she refused to behave and go back to the Prime universe. Both Billy and Matt felt rather secure now that Drakkon was dead and they really felt like they were making a difference.

Of course, Finster had been ripped apart by the zombies that had very little memory of their transformation once they were turned back, so Terona spent about eighty percent of his time with the only two people that seemed to know anything about the crumbled Command Center and Drakkon's secret places in the palace, and what Finster left behind in his labs. Scorpina with her ability to read most alien dialects, and Skull who knew...basically everything else.

...But.

The joy was tempered an awful lot by the awareness both Billy and Matt had that they clearly made Kim and Eugene deeply uncomfortable; with a phrase by Vincent van Gogh ringing amongst them, but with different meaning depending on who they were with.

"If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now."

Which wouldn't have been so awful if Terona wasn't so curious as to what their relationships were like with the younger versions back home. It almost made Matt feel like he'd dodged a bullet whereas it made Billy feel like jumping out of a window.

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#boom! comics power rangers #mighty morphin power rangers #World of the Coinless #Sentry Coinless Skull #Billy Cranston #Matt Cook #Terona Washington #Coinless Bulk x Slayer Kim #ask fill #prompt fill #what if scenario

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S2EP1: SEX TALK!IS ZOE A VIRGIN?!CLAUDIA AND FINNEAS SWINGERS RUMOR CONFIRMED?!

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"We are back, bitches!" Siren yells into her microphone. "And we're poolside!" The camera zooms out, showing the poolside setting of the podcast.

"If you're confused, I'm Billie, and this is my crazy wife, Siren. You're watching 'Whatever the Fuck This Is' Podcast... Season 2... on ACID WATCH," Billie smiles at the camera. "Now you may be wondering why we moved from YouTube..."

"Because who the fuck wants to watch ads every five minutes, only for us to get demonetized because of my colorful vocabulary. Plus, with ACID WATCH, I can put out whatever I want. It acts as an everything platform for you guys. This means you can watch, listen, buy tickets, and even buy merch," Siren explains. "Now that the boring stuff is over... It's season two, bitches!!" Fire shoots into the air.

"What the fuck was that?" Billie looks startled, having jumped three inches out of her seat.

"Fire cannons," Siren shrugs with a prideful smirk. "Anyway, today we're talking sex, so we kicked Rodrick out and replaced him with Zoey101. Wave to the camera, Zoey101."

"Hi," Zoe cheekily blushes.

"And on the other couch, we have Isabella," the camera zooms over to the older blonde sitting to Siren's right on the circle pool couch in the middle of the pool.

"I lowkey miss our old setup, but this is so much better," Claudia looks around, observing the new background. "It's like a luxury upgrade. I'm here for it."

"Honestly, we're only out here until the studio gets set up, but I'm also liking the idea of filming the podcast at different areas in the complex. I don't know; I'll have Rodrick figure it out."

"So let's talk about sex!" Billie screams.

"Are you a freak?" Siren turns to her wife, testing her.

"No, I don't think I'm a freak," Billie shook her head, snacking on her orange slice.

"We're not going to do this episode if you're just going to fucking lie," Siren deadpans.

"Okay, fine, I'm a freak, happy!" Billie throws her arms out. "I admit it!"

"And that you're a bottom."

"See," Billie puts her arms back down. "I don't know about all of that," she shook her head.

"Wait! You're not a bottom?" Claudia interrupts, asking the question that has been publicly circulating around the fanbase of the artists and podcast.

"No!" Billie exclaims. "Why does everyone think I'm the bottom in this relationship!?"

"I don't think so, but I think people are confused," Zoe chimes in. "Because everything points to you, but the correct answer feels like it's Siren."

"She is the bottom!" Billie laughs at the theory given.

"I thought it was obvious about our relationship and sexual dynamic structure," Siren tilted her head to the left.

"Well, I guess not if we are all confused," Zoe sassed, playfully rolling her eyes.

"You're rubbing off on her," Billie looks at Siren, who looked like a proud mother on NBA draft day.

"I know, and I'm so proud of you," Siren smiles at Zoe, who blushed in return. "But to clear up the confusion, Billie and I are both switch, but just in different categories. I'm a brat, and Billie falls into the brat tamer category."

"What!?" Zoe and Claudia shared the same expression of shock and a tint of confusion.

"So what does that look like?" Claudia asks.

"I'mma let baby explain it because she does it so much better than me," Billie laughs.

"Okay, so for one, it's a power dynamic where Billie, for the majority, holds the power in the relationship. Being a brat is pushing her buttons to get a reaction out of her, and a brat tamer is someone who dominantly corrects the behavior."

"Okay, I can definitely see that in your guys' relationship," Zoe nods her head. "So how does that translate sexually as both of you are switch?"

"So for me, being a switch is the mindset of, on the natural submissive side, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want no matter the warnings, and then I'm going to take the punishment. On the dominant side, there is no punishment because I'm going to tire her out before she can do anything."

"So for Billie, it would be, she can either correct you or let you do what you want?" Claudia asks for clarification. "How did you guys get to that or know that's what you are?"

"Our dynamic even as friends was just always like that," Billie states. "And then when we started watching porn at a young age, that was the genre we gravitated more to, visually. But when we started having sex at...I want to say at 15, we developed our kinks and dynamic through experimenting."

"Wait! You guys were having sex at 15!" Zoe's mouth fell open. "I didn't even know that! Why didn't I know that!?"

"Dude, we've been sharing a bed since we were babies. Did you really think during the puberty and hormone stage we were just sleeping in our beds at night?" Siren furrowed her eyebrows.

"And cuddling," Zoe answers. "At most making out..."

"You're confused about that? I'm stuck on the part that you guys were having sex before dating," Claudia adds.

"Well, that would be impossible," Siren answers.

"What do you mean?"

"Siren and I never dated," Billie states.

"Huh?" Zoe and Claudia release.

"We've never dated or went through the whole girlfriend and girlfriend phase," Siren clarifies, but the two were still confused.

"That doesn't make sense," Zoe tilted her head in confusion. "So you guys just went from friends to marriage?"

"That's exactly what we are saying," Billie nods her head.

"That doesn't make sense, though," Claudia says her opinion. "You just woke up one day and it was like 'I'm going to propose.'" She looks at Billie who was adjusting her cap on her head.

"Literally yes," Billie confirms. "I always knew that Siren was going to be the one I would marry. Plus, we were always with one another, so I didn't see the need to do the whole dating phase."

"So you sat in a relationship knowing that there was no future because you were going to marry Siren no matter what?" Zoe questions.

"Yup!"

"She's fucking toxic," Siren laughs.

"No, I'm not," Billie chuckles. "At the time, I didn't know what it meant to like girls or if I even did. Because the attraction was only towards Siren. But since she's a girl I guess anyone would just know I'm gay... I don't know...I-I was slow back then—"

"Still are now," Siren mumbles under her breath, receiving a slap to her thigh.

"I just wanted to experiment with guys before I claimed and wore the title of being gay and let myself actually be deeply in love with this person who I view as my soulmate, who happens to be a girl."

"That makes sense," Claudia nods her head. Siren wanted to say something that was on the tip of her tongue, something that she's been wanting to say for some time, but like always, she held it back because she didn't want it to be mistaken as starting an argument rather than just wanting to get it off her chest so she could be understood.

"Yeah, total sense," Siren rolls her eyes.

Billie was the only one to catch it, causing her to internally become confused and wonder why she rolled her eyes. Placing her hand on her wife's thigh, she did a little squeeze, trying to get her attention, and once she had it, she stared at her, hoping she got the message which Siren did because she shook her head.

She didn't want to talk about it.

"So what are your guys' kinks?" Zoe asks.

"Ooh," Billie sounds as she tilted her head up to think about the question. "I would say number one is bimbofication because after a while, the person getting fucked loses their senses besides touch, which goes to overdrive."

"I've tried that with Finneas, but there's a fear of not knowing when to stop," Claudia speaks up.

"Finneas is a bottom?" Siren tries to decipher from the words that left the older woman's mouth.

"Yeah," she nods her head as if it was old news.

"Ew," Billie grimaced in disgust from having information about her brother's sexual life, especially since she can easily picture it in her head. "Siren has passed out before and I kept going, but that's because we don't have code words. During sex, we will handcuff our right hands together and still hold hands, and if I feel her let go of my hand, then I know to stop."

"You've passed out before?" Zoe turns to her best friend with a shocked look on her face.

"Yeah," Siren confirms. "We don't like soft play at all. It just feels like sleepy sex. And hard play is more exciting and feels better. I've passed out due to Billie being pussy drunk, and I would come back to the surface and she would still be going."

"It's not my fault," Billie shrugs her shoulders. "1. Your pussy is pretty. 2. I'm addicted to watching you orgasm. 3. It's hot to rewatch."

"You guys record?" Claudia chimes in enthusiastically.

"Yeah, we got this toy cam recorder from the TikTok shop, and it makes everything look visually pleasing with this 90s grunge vibe," Billie smiles.

"What is pussy drunk?" Zoe furrowed her eyebrows.

"You don't know what it means to be pussy drunk?" Billie asked her best friend in curiosity, to which Zoe shook her head with a tint of embarrassment. "What about cum drunk?" It got the same answer as the last question.

"Zoe, are you a virgin?" Siren asked the short blonde.

"Y-yeah, is that like bad?"

"No!" Claudia affirms. "It's actually a good thing because it means many things. Like you're not a victim to hookup culture or physically sex isn't a big thing for you."

"Oh, it's definitely a big thing," Zoe shook her head. "I'm just...waiting." She blushes, reminiscing on the reason why she was waiting to have sex.

"Waiting for what?" Billie asks.

"The right person, I guess," she smiles. "I have in my head who I want to lose my virginity to."

"Who?" Billie and Claudia turn to her with excited curiosity.

"I know who it is," Siren winks.

"No, you don't!" Zoe became defensive because if Siren says she knows a secret that hasn't been told, 10/10 she actually knows the secret. "How could you possibly know? I never said anything."

"Wait, do you!?" Billie turns to her wife. "How come Siren gets to know and not me?"

"I didn't tell Siren; she's just a fucking witch who knows and sees everything," Zoe exaggerates, flinging her arms around dramatically.

"Calm down," Siren shook her head. "I'm not judging you, but I am. But also, I think you two would be cute together in a Kira and Scott type of way."

"Kira and Scott," Zoe frowned. "Why not Allison and Scott?"

"Didn't Allison and Scott only stay together for like twelve episodes throughout the whole series, and they were supposedly soulmates or some shit like that?" Siren states.

"What about Lydia and Stiles?" Zoe offered another pairing option.

"They don't even get together," Siren shook her head. "And Jeff teased us during season 5 just for nothing to happen after. Just really, they were just pining over each other."

"Who are Allison, Scott, Kira, Stiles, and Lydia?" Claudia asked, causing the area to go quiet.

"What the fuck do you mean who are Allison, Scott, Kira, Stiles, and Lydia?" Siren interrupts the silence.

"You've never watched Teen Wolf before?" Zoe put some bass in her question.

"Is that a new show or something?"

"Stop talking," Zoe and Siren say in sync.

"Welcome to my world," Billie chimes in.

"I would rather you be like Kira and Scott than you having an eight-year plan that gets you nowhere besides friends that know they have feelings for each other."

"So wait! They has feelings for me?" Zoe's eyes widen.

"No," Siren cuts the dream short, deflating a once gleeful Zoe. "But if you make the move, they'll see it...hopefully and make a move. You guys just have to hang out more."

"Doing what?"

"They are a relaxed down-for-anything type of person, just go for it," Siren shrugged her shoulders.

"Can you tell us who you guys are talking about?" Billie pouted, wanting to be in the know about her best friend's crush.

"No," they say in sync.

"Well, onto you, Ms. Claudia," Siren takes the attention away from Zoe and to the other blonde in the sitting area.

"What about me?" She frowns in confusion.

"I heard something about you and Finneas, and I just want you to confirm if it's true or not," Siren smirks, excited to ask the question she's basically been dying to ask since Billie told her the rumor.

"What did you hear?" Claudia responds in a cool manner.

"I heard that you and Finneas like to swing. Is that true?"

"Absolutely not!" Claudia laughs, causing Siren to frown because she was hoping it would be true.

"Boo," Siren comments. "I would've respected you guys more if you said yes. But you didn't, so close us out."

"And that's a wrap for episode one of season two!" the fire cannons go off again, causing the three Caucasian girls to jump in their seats as Siren laughs. "We had girl talk without the presence of Rodrick, but don't worry, he'll most likely be here next week. Billie and Siren finally answered the question everyone was wondering for no reason, and all it revealed was that they are some kinky people because Billie likes to get pussy drunk—"

"Daily," Siren cheekily answers.

"If Billie was like a g!p character, I feel like you would've been pregnant because you guys have sex like every day," Zoe laughs. "And I bet you wouldn't use a condom."

"We have sex like three times a day," Siren says, thinking about the frequency of their sex life. "Plus no wrapper feels better" {wrap it up please}

"So, breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Yup," Billie smiles.

"Anyway, we found out Zoe is a virgin, which makes her an icon, and she's waiting for a certain person to pop her cherry."

"Her bike did that already," Siren shakes her head. "She just needs them to fuck her...hard or soft?"

"Maybe the first time soft, then after that as hard as they want," Zoe blushes as she answers the question.

"Zoe wants the mystery person to take away her ability to walk, and we are here for it," Claudia laughs. "I answered the rumors that Finneas and I are not swingers, but he is a bottom."

"Still gross," Billie gags.

"And as an update on Sillie's pregnancy, Siren is..."

"Now in my second trimester," Siren states the progress of her pregnancy.

"Wait, really?"

"We didn't want to tell anyone during the first trimester because those are the critical months. So we didn't want to tell anyone and then make it a big deal just for something unfortunate to happen," Billie clarifies why the couple wasn't quick to announce their pregnancy.

"So when do we find out the gender of the bean?"

"I believe next week, actually," Siren states, looking to Billie for confirmation since Billie was on top of everything and the most excited about the pregnancy. "But I want to keep it a surprise, and Travis, Rodrick, and Dre want to do a baby shower/gender reveal party for me."

"I don't know about that," Billie voiced her half-thought opinion. "We'll talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about," Siren gave a little glare. "They want to do it, and I want them to do it."

"Yeah, but I'd rather my mom and Rose do it instead," Billie shrugged her shoulders. "I just want it to be a traditional baby shower and reveal, not this over-the-top party."

"My brother and best friends want to do it, so I'm going to let them do it since they offered right away before anyone else," Siren shook her head. "Get over it."

"Why are you being mean?" Billie pouted, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm not being mean. Travis, Rodrick, and Dre asked before anyone else, and I already said they could. They started the planning already, so there's no need to change anything."

"No!" The tears started to fall out of Billie's eyes. "I want my mom and Rose to plan it. Baby showers are for females anyway. I don't want them there."

"And I'm guessing Billie took all the symptoms with this pregnancy," Claudia joked, feeling the tension in the room rise.

"You think?" Siren rolls her eyes, looking away from her wife with annoyance.

"I'm Siren, and the crybaby—"

"Don't fucking call me a crybaby, Siren!"

"And the CRYBABY over there is Billie, and this is 'Whatever the Fuck This Is' Podcast, Season Two. See you next week."

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