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PLUTO.

EPILOGUE

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Synopsis: Knowing that your life will end soon, you choose to have your desired death by making a pact with the devil with a red hair, Hyunjin. (9,5k words)

Author's note: Thank you for reading Pluto series! As always, feel free to vent on my ask/messages :)

Tick, tick, tick.

That was the last you heard, the ticking sounds of the clock. But what you're hearing right now is the beeping sound.

Your eyes are too heavy but you keep on trying to open your eyes and see where you are.

Once you manage to lift your eyes a little, the lights blind you and you quickly shut them again.

You try to shield your eyes with your hand but no matter how much you tried, you feel like barely moving.

You slowly open your eyes again and close them for a second, it takes you a moment to adjust them to the lights and finally be able to look.

White. It's all white.

You're in an empty room and everything is white, you smell something through your nostrils, something sharp and clean.

You turn your head to the side and see where the beeping sound coming from, it's coming from a machine.

Disoriented and confused, the machine starts to beep to the same rhythm as your heartbeat and it's going faster and faster.

It seems to trigger the machine as it starts beeping rapidly, in a second someone comes into the room and rushes to you.

"You're good. You're alright. You're in the hospital," she softly speaks even though you didn't ask her anything but look at her all confused as she checks on your vital signs on the machine.

"Breathe.... in and out..." she orders you and practices it with you.

Somehow you're following her, taking deep breaths in and out until your heart beats back at its steady pace.

"I'll call for your mother, okay?" She says.

As you are alone in the room and lay on your bed, you try to recollect how you ended up in a hospital but nothing comes to your mind.

But you woke up with your heart aching so much that when you touch your cheeks, they are wet with tears.

If you have been sleeping, you would think it's just a dream that you'll eventually forget about at one point in the day

But if it's just a dream then why it feels like you'll not dream again? If it's just a dream then why you're not glad to be awake? If it's just a dream then why do you want to stay asleep forever?

Here's what happened.

One day, your mother came to your apartment and couldn't wake you up, sent you to the hospital where you stayed in a deep state of prolonged unconsciousness, fails to respond normally to painful stimuli, and cannot be awakened for four months.

The doctor can't find the scientific explanation for it, you got scanned this morning and there's nothing wrong with your body. The simple way to put it is that your brain shut down all of a sudden and puts you into a comatose.

You've been in a coma for 16 weeks and 3 days to be exact, missed the whole winter, and woke up to the warm spring sun.

Strangely, it didn't feel that long for you, it feels like you just woke up from a dreamless sleep.

"Do you remember anything before you went to sleep that night?" The doctor asks.

You force your brain to remember anything from that night, but can't seem to recall anything but you remember going to bed to sleep.

"I remember going to sleep that night and nothing else," your honest answer disappointed you as well. It frustrates you how much you want to remember but you just can't.

"Any details you remember?"

You try to remember again but it's like searching for something that you know isn't there, pointless.

"I heard the sound of the ticking clock and after that... nothing."

Your mother squeezes your hand on the bed, she has been like that from the moment you gained consciousness. She never left your side even for a second and clings to you like the role is reversed, she's the toddler and you're the mother.

"Ticking of the clock?" The doctor asks with wrinkles on his forehead.

"Yes."

Disappointment is drawn on his face as he couldn't get the answers that satisfy his curiosity. Well, sorry doctor, you're just as baffled by the whole situation.

He caps his pen back and hands the file to the nurse next to him, "we need another day for observation and if nothing goes wrong, you can go home the next day," the doctor informs.

Your mom sighs in relief and squeezes your hand so tight, "that's good, honey!"

It confuses you so much because she's giving you the brightest smile, oozing with pride when you've done nothing but wake up from your extremely long nap.

"Any questions?" The doctor asks.

You shake your head at him, "No, for now," you answer.

"Remember if you feel something, nausea or headache, let us know," he reminds you.

"Sure thing, doctor!"

"Thank you, doctor!" Your mother says before he leaves the room.

It seems like your mom can finally relax after hearing that. She can't stop smiling, she keeps looking at you and brushing your hair.

"You can go, mom," you tell her, noticing that she hasn't changed her clothes since last night.

"I'll go home after your father arrives," she says while tucking the blanket to the side of your body like she always did when you were a child.

"At least go have something, I haven't seen you eating anything since this morning," you insist.

Your mom softly chuckles. She didn't expect that you know she hasn't eaten anything.

You get why she acted like that, she regretted not being there when you got out of comatose and ultimately, she must be scared that you'll never wake up again.

Imagine trying to wake your daughter from her sleep but she doesn't wake up. That must have been traumatizing for her.

After a moment, she finally caved in, "want anything from the vending machine?"

"Mom, have a proper meal, please?" You complain and the role is still reversed now that you found yourself scolding her.

She slowly lets go of your hand and gets up from the chair, "I'll be back in a few minutes," she says.

"Take as much time as you want," you said.

"I'll be waiting," you added with a smile, reassuring her that this time you'll wake up to her call.

She hesitates for a while but your glare works to send her away, taking her cardigan with her as she leaves the room.

The sound of the door sliding open wakes you up from your nap and your head turns to see who's coming.

It's exciting to see someone else other than your mother despite the possibility that things will be awkward since you haven't been social for four months.

The nurse sheepishly smiles as she drags a cart with her, "I'm here to change the IV," she announces.

Your excitement fades a little and you let the nurse do her thing while you look out at the nice weather outside from your bed.

Another person comes into the room and you look to the side to see a familiar face.

"Minho!" You shout a little too loud that the nurse got startled.

"I'm sorry," you meekly mutter to her.

Minho comes to the side of your bed while carrying a bouquet in hand, "hey," he greets you with a soft smile on his face.

"Please, sit down," you gesture to him to sit on the empty chair next to your bed.

"This is for you," he hands you the bouquet of beautiful pink tulips.

You take it with a smile and gently put it on your lap, "thank you!"

He sits down on the chair and looks at you, "you look much better," he said.

Does that mean he visited you before? But you don't want to presume and wildly guess.

"I feel good, yeah, never been better," you say, already feeling awkward that you can't hold a conversation for more than ten seconds.

You could have so many things to talk about if you didn't skip four months of your life.

"How are you? How's work? Tell me everything," You ask while admiring the flowers on your lap.

"I'm good. I got promoted and that required me to move to another city," he answers.

You turn your head at him, slightly surprised by the news, "and you agree to move to another city?"

He nods, "I'll be leaving at the end of this month."

You got sad because you do remember the heartbreak and the fight and the canceled wedding but you hold nothing against him. You were hoping that you get to rebuild your friendship with him and start over.

It seems like you both need more time and space for that.

"Well, that's a good thing that you got promoted," you said with a smile.

"Thank you," he sincerely thanked you.

"We should meet again before you leave," you say to him and hold the flowers close to your nose to smell the floral scent.

He agrees with a small nod and a smile.

You put the flowers down and hold out your hand at him.

Minho looks at it, then places his hand on yours.

"We'll always be friends, Minho," you earnestly say and let him know that you put everything that had happened in the past.

It seems like Minho has been waiting for you to say that and release him from the guilt of breaking the bonds of your friendship.

It's like he has been holding his breath and can finally let it out in a long sigh, he closes his eyes and holds your hand in his, "thank you."

Your mom returns a few minutes after Minho left with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"I met Minho in the hallway," your mother says and sips her coffee.

"Did he comes by a lot?" You ask out of pure curiosity.

Your mom thinks for a second and beams, "I think that's his third visit," she answers.

So he did visit you before when you were still in your deep slumber.

Your mom takes the flowers from Minho and places them next to flowers sent from other people. They're mostly from relatives but it still surprises you that a lot of people care about your well-being to the point that they send you flowers.

"How do I get so many flowers?" You ask.

"That means you're loved, honey," your mom simply answers.

You wouldn't be that sure but it does feel nice to receive flowers.

There's a bouquet of red roses that catches your attention and you wonder who sent it.

"I don't remember receiving this," your mom says just as confused as you are.

"Can I take a look?"

Your mom hands you the roses and you inspect them to find any card or letter attached to them or anything that tells the identity of the sender.

"Nothing," you say with a disappointed pout.

The choice of flowers is what intrigued you because this is a hospital and you send red roses for lovers. For as long as you can remember, you don't have any flings or boyfriends, your love life is pretty much staying in a coma.

"Could it be that someone sends it to the wrong room?" Your mom asks.

You shrug and bring the flowers close to your nose, the distinctive smell of roses fills your nostrils. You smell it again with your eyes closed and something flashes by in your head.

You close your eyes again and try to retrieve what has just flashed by. A memory so distant you don't know if it's real or you made it up in your head, of a red rose and sunset, white sheet and rainy day, of thunder and warm skin, red locks slipping between your fingers and eyes that gleam in the dark, a sinister smile and then a whisper in your ear.

"Come here!"

It's not easy to act normal when you slipped away from civilization for four months.

But it's nice to come home and be in a space that you're greatly familiar with, sleep in your bed and drink from your favorite mug.

On the first night back in your apartment, you let your mom stay over with you because you learned that there's no way to put her mind at ease than giving her what he wanted.

There's a stack of letters on your kitchen counter and you definitely don't want to go into that yet.

"You got a call for you," your mom informs as she goes through the notes she has written on the sticky notes on the fridge.

"From who?"

"From the newspaper," she answers.

"Huh?"

"You don't remember?"

You do remember applying for a job but didn't know that they responded to it, "I do remember but I didn't know that they—" but your hope deflated knowing that you must have missed the chance.

"I missed the interview, didn't I?" You ask with your shoulders slumped.

Your mom smiles and hands you the sticky note, "I told them about your condition and they wanted you to contact them if you're still up for the interview," she explains.

"Are you serious?" You ask in disbelief.

She eagerly nods and holds you by the shoulder, "it sounds like they wanted to hire you so much that they are willing to wait for you," she convinces you.

It's a lot to process and you're having a hard time believing it, "Oh my God, I have to prepare myself for the interview," you suddenly got panic knowing that you have a lot to prepare.

Your mom squeezes your shoulder, "hey, you're still in recovery. Take it slow, okay? No need to rush it," she reminds you.

You agree with her, your priority, for now, is to fully recover and once you settled, you can finally live the life you desired.

It's only the beginning but you already feel excited about what awaits you in the future. It's like you've been given another chance at life, a clean slate.

The only appropriate response to a gift is gratefulness and you promise to never take things for granted ever again.

Your mom is fast asleep when you get on the bed next to her, she must be tired from spending the last few months sleeping in the hospital.

You find yourself wide awake and you reckon this comes from the fear of never waking up again, you plan on telling your mother about this issue first thing in the morning. It's time for you to stop keeping things from your mom anymore, you promised yourself that.

But for now, you try to make yourself tired by finding something to read but what you found in your drawer is a necklace, a gold chain with a locket.

You open the locket to find a little clock with the glass cracked like someone has stepped on it and you figure that this is why you kept hearing the ticking sound, it must be coming from this locket.

You can't confirm that since the clock is dead, probably running out of battery but you keep it close to your chest, closing your eyes, and see if you can remember anything about it.

But instead of the ticking sound, you hear another whisper in your ear.

"Shh... just sleep!"

And just like that, you fall asleep.

It takes you a month to finally adjust yourself to a normal life and it consists of participating in what life offers you.

It took your mom a week to finally let you alone and sleep by yourself without calling every hour.

You go to therapy every Thursday afternoon to talk about your trauma of sleeping and you still can't sleep at night but you try not to pressure yourself, you know the process takes time.

When you believed you are prepared enough, you went to the job interview with confidence and left with a proud smile on your face, not worrying much about whether they will hire you or not.

As long as you've done your best, then there's no room left for regrets.

The next day, you got a call that you got hired and you can start working the next week. You can't be more grateful for it.

This Friday, you got invited for drinks with Kim. It's not a wise choice to start drinking again but it's not about if you can resist alcohol but how persistent Kim would be to make you drink.

You put on a dress and put on a little make-up, don't want to overdo it but at the same time, you want to look impressive, it's your first time going out after being out of comatose.

While waiting for the elevator to arrive you contemplate whether to tie your hair or let it down.

When the elevator finally arrives, the doors slide open and you step inside. Someone is getting in after you and you guess he must be your neighbor so when you eventually look at each other, you politely smile at him.

Kim waves her hand up in the air to let you know where she is.

The two of you hugged and exchanged a kiss on the cheek, she hasn't gotten a chance to see you after you got discharged from the hospital so it feels like a reunion.

"You look so pretty, babe!" Kim compliments you while calling for the bartender.

"And you're prettier than I remember," you playfully compliment her back.

She cackles and helps you sit on the stool next to her, "how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good, yeah..." you hesitate a little but can't help to share the good news either, "I got the call from the newspaper earlier," you say with a sheepish smile.

Kim raises her eyebrow, intrigued. She leans in close to you with wide eyes, "and...?"

"I got the job," you announce.

"Oh, my God!" Kim pulls you into a hug and squeezes your arms in excitement.

"I'm so happy for you. I really do!" She earnestly says with a wide grin on her face.

It warms your heart that she is just as happy as you about the news, "and what about you? How are you doing? Any exciting news?" You ask with a giggle and turn the attention back at her.

She fixes her hair and folds her hands on the counter, turning her head at you, ready to spill whatever information she stored in that little head of hers.

"Let's catch up on my love life, yeah?" She fixes her sitting and leans in closer.

"About two months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend," she begins.

"Oh no," you coo.

"I know right? We fought because I told him I'm getting to be just his girlfriend. I thought we're ready for what's next and it's my right to know if we're having the same thing in mind, you know," She sighs and subtly rolls her eyes, annoyed.

"So we argued and he moved out, and didn't come back for days. I gave him time and had a breakdown a few times because I missed him so much."

You intently listen to her story, emotionally invested in it since it's involved someone you cared about.

"Then a few days ago, he came to the apartment and I thought he was there just to pick up his things," she cracks a smile and you guess the story takes a positive turn.

"We had a long talk, heart to heart, I sobbed because I'm not good at talking about how I feel and..." she pauses to sigh again.

"And...?" Your eyebrows raised in curiosity.

She smiles again and put her hand on her temple, "he proposed to me."

It's obvious that you didn't expect to hear this and it's taking you a few seconds to respond to the big news, "what?" You ask in disbelief, a bit too loud that the people around you can hear it.

She shows the ring on her finger, the little diamond catching the light and reflecting it at you. Kim giggles as she holds out her hand at you.

"Aww, Kim!" You coo again, holding her hand while admiring the ring on her finger.

"I'm so happy for you," you say with a big smile on your face.

She smiles back at you, putting her hand on top of yours forming a stack of hands on the counter.

You know you truly care for someone when their happiness becomes your happiness and you couldn't be happier for her.

"And I'm happy that you're back, I do," she says, her voice breaking at the end of the sentence.

"Because I don't know who I'm going to ask to be my bridesmaid but you," she adds.

That reminds you of how much she cherished you and what a good friend she is, you got touched that you hug her for quite a while.

"Let me see that ring again!" You say as you pulled away from the hug.

She enthusiastically shows it again for you, "the diamond is a bit disappointing, eh?"

You chuckle at her and decide to skip answering that.

"Don't worry, he's got something big somewhere else," she adds.

You both burst out laughing, couldn't care less if anyone got bothered by how loud you are.

Oh, how you missed this!

"The birthday girl is going to be a bride, I see?" Someone says.

You turn your head to see the bartender, a sweet smile and freckles, the one face that you can't forget. The one that you let got away from you.

"You remember him, right?" Kim asks you.

You already locked gaze with him even before you can recall his name, "it's the cute bartender," you say, just to tease him.

When you think his smile couldn't get any brighter, he proves you wrong. His smile grows wider and brighter, it's so cute that you almost melt.

He's the first one to look away, flustered. He turns to Kim and asks, "one negroni and one raspberry martini?"

Kim glances at you to confirm he got your order right and you nod.

"Coming right up!" He says and starts making the mix of drinks.

Kim turns at you and leans into your side, "you can choose to not answer it but you said you don't remember much about the last few days before you know..." her words trailed off, probably afraid that the question might be uncomfortable to you.

"That's okay, Kim," you convince her that it's more than okay to ask you about it. It's an unpleasant experience but it doesn't bother you that much.

"How much do you remember?" She asks, genuinely wanting to know.

You prop a hand under your chin and think hard for a while, "I don't know how to explain it but my memories are incomplete..."

You think of an analogy to create a simple explanation, "like I know the whole puzzle looks like but at the same time, I know there's still a few missing pieces," you finish.

Kim pursed her lips and tries to process your explanation, after a while, she lets out an inaudible sigh.

"As long as you remember we had fun on my birthday then we're good," she says with a wink.

"Of course, I remember that. But mostly the part where I had to drag you home," you joked while resting your head on her shoulder.

"In my defense, I was the birthday girl, I deserved that!" She defended herself and puts her head against yours.

The drinks come at the right time, "negroni for the bride girl," he says while putting Kim's drink in front of her.

"Raspberry martini for the 'I hope she's single' girl?" He says with a grin.

You nod and mutter, "thanks!"

Felix stays there and watches you taking a sip of the cocktail he made, hands on the counter, and veiny arms on display.

You suddenly got thirsty and a glass of drink happens to be right there in front of you.

"How is it?" He asks you once you've taken a sip of your drink.

You tug the little straw between your teeth and seductively smile, "cute," you reply.

He shyly smiles because he knows you're not answering his question and definitely not talking about the drink.

He leans forward on the counter and looks at you with one hand behind his neck, "You know there's a different name to this drink?"

The freckles look fainter than you remember but he's cute nonetheless.

"No," you honestly answer.

"It's called the love potion," he says with a sly smile and a whole lot of attractiveness.

"Love potion, huh?" You look down at your drink, stirring the ruby red drink with your straw and you got a flash of memory.

You remember the same drink but it tasted different, of a white dress and cold night, of you getting off the ledge and an empty bar.

Then there's the whisper in your ear.

"Sell your soul to me."

It feels so real that your head snaps to the side just to see there's no one there. You swear you feel like someone is right there, their head is right next to your ear, and whisper to it.

"Something wrong?" Felix asks.

He must have noticed you acted strange a while ago. You quickly put on a smile and sip your drink, "nothing," you lied.

He scratches the back of his head, making it obvious that he's going to ask you something, "so, are you single now?"

You smile at him, watching how he gets so shy that he can't hold eye contact with you for more than five seconds.

"I've been single for a long time," you answer.

You're aware of how pathetic and hopeless that sounded but who cares?

He pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, "so you lied that day."

One thing that you hate the most is being accused of lying, you may have overreacted and shot him a glare, "lied? When?"

That may shock him a little that his smile fades, "the last time we met you said you have someone waiting at home," he explains.

"I said that?"

He nods, "I reckon that you're dating someone at that time so I..." he stops himself from explaining further.

"Someone at home?" You force your brain to delve deeper into your memory bank and try to retrieve this exact moment when you said that to him.

As far as you remember, you didn't date anyone. The only man you fancied is Minho and that ended miserably then you fell into a coma which cleared the allegations that you dated someone at that time.

"I'll be back," Felix says, getting back to work and taking orders from new customers.

You turn to Kim and ask, "Did I perhaps mention anyone in our conversation?"

Kim puts down her drink and blinks her eyes a few times, "Minho?"

"Other than him?"

"I'm pretty sure there's no one else," she answers.

It got you thinking who is this someone you talked about and who waited for you at home?

"We rarely talk about boys but you did ask me a lot of things about my life on the day you went into a coma," she says, "it's like you knew you were going to—"

Kim clears her throat and sips her drink again.

One thing that you learned after you woke up from your come is that you aren't the only one traumatized by this, your parents and Kim are the proof of it.

You're lucky to find people that cherished you and you promise to cherish them back. You link your arm with Kim's and sip your drink.

"I'll pay for our drinks tonight," you say.

"Cool because I'm thinking of getting drunk tonight," Kim goes into a fit of laughter.

"No, please, don't!" You tease back but also laugh along with her.

Who knew that two lonely people make a great pair?

In spring, flowers aren't the only thing that bloom.

In what feels like a second life given to you, your hopes and dreams bloom with the season.

Every day you wake up to a beautiful sunny day with the warm breeze blowing through the window, carrying the heavenly smell of flowers and earth.

And on each day, you make sure to take a moment to be grateful for this given life and everything else that it gifted you with.

A loving parent, a kind friend, and a good friend who lives far away from you but close to your heart, then there's a job that you love.

Ultimately, thankful that you wake up from your sleep and get to live another day.

But somehow, you still feel like there's still a hole in your chest and no matter how much air you take, you stay breathless. You feel full but not whole.

Something is missing and you don't know what it is.

Or is it just the usual human greed of keep wanting more of everything?

You decide to take a day out by yourself and enjoy the lovely spring day, had lunch then bought an ice cream on your way to the park.

You take a stroll under the row of cherry blossom trees with their petals swirling around in the air, creating a romantic and melancholic scene.

That explains the number of couples you've seen, walking hand in hand and taking each other's pictures. You're not going to lie that you get a little jealous.

For a second, you thought that what's missing from your life, a boyfriend.

A moment later, you scoff at the thought and continue walking with your head looking up at the tree branches, soaking in the warmth of the sun shining through the leaves.

"It's such a beautiful day," you sigh in delight.

It's like you've just cast the spell on the sky that it suddenly turns grey and the dark clouds looming above you. You doubt that it's going to rain or that's what the weather forecast said. After a few steps though, the raindrops start hitting the ground and everyone scatters around to get away from the rain.

"Of course!" You huff, annoyed.

You stop by the front of a cafe just a few blocks from your apartment building, with the hem of your dress and shoes wet from stepping into puddles of water.

It's better if you stay and wait for the rain to stop before taking a walk home.

You watch the rain while standing there and catch the smell of flowers, turning on your heels, you see the flower shop next to the cafe.

The buckets of flowers are on display, blooming so beautifully with their vibrant colors pleasing your eyes. Your eyes pause to look at the bucket of red roses.

The red reminds you of the color of your drink, the love potion and the pomegranates your mom puts in your fridge, of your favorite scarf and shade of lipstick.

The red reminds you of... someone's hair slipping between your fingers and of lips kissing your skin.

The red reminds you of...

"I like your red hair."

"And I like you."

Where's that coming from? You ask yourself. No one is there whispering things to you and you don't remember having this conversation with someone.

It's getting confusing because you can't tell which is real or not anymore. You got so frustrated when you look at the roses again.

They're beautiful but the red holds so much mystery.

The rain only got heavier so you decided to run to the nearest convenience store to buy an umbrella and start walking home.

You wait for the elevator to arrive and take you upstairs, you grip your umbrella in one hand and your wet cardigan in the other.

When the elevator slides open, there's already someone in it. You look up to see that it's your neighbor, weirdly enough, the one you always share an elevator with.

He's always in his black outfits and standing in the far corner of the elevator, hands in his jacket pockets, and his long hair curtained his face.

You push the button for your floor and lean against the cold steel wall of the elevator.

You catch him looking at the puddle of water on the floor from the drops of water dripping from the end of your umbrella.

"The forecast said it's going to be a beautiful sunny day," you say to him, trying to shift his attention elsewhere.

He looks up at you with no expression on his small face.

"No one was ready for the rain," you add with an awkward laugh.

Since he's not responding to your small talk, you turn away from him and face the elevator door. You uneasily look at his reflection on the shiny surface of the elevator door.

"And they say life is beautiful," he softly says.

Something just slides into place and you froze there, memories flooding into your head all at once like someone plays a movie at double speed and you have a hard time catching up to it.

When the elevator dings open, you see the doors slide open and you slowly step out of it.

He follows you from behind, getting out of the elevator, except that he's going the other way.

You take a left turn while he takes the right turn and both of you start walking further away from each other.

You swallow air and stop in your track, turning around to see him walking away from you.

"Did you make anyone cry today?" You ask him and your voice echoes in the hallway.

He abruptly stops walking and stands there for a second. You hold your breath the whole time he's standing there and when he finally turns around, you feel faint.

Despite the distance, you can feel his eyes on you and you recognize that soul-gazing eyes, how it stares right into your soul.

"No," he then looks at the pocket watch he keeps in the inner pocket of his jacket and says, "but it's only 5.30."

You smile at him with tears rolling down your cheeks and watch him walking towards you, no one but you.

The moment your lips touched, you know you have found your missing piece. It never feels this good to finally breathe and not worry about the hole in your chest.

He kisses you as if he was breathing and you wish you can hold your breath longer to kiss him more.

He presses his forehead against yours and lets out a low sigh of relief.

"I set you free from pain and removed all of your memories of me," he says with his hands holding your face close to him.

"How do you remember me?" His warm breath brushed your cheek as he speaks.

"Because my heart still remembers you," you answer.

He pecks your lips again for a long time then let go with a gasp, softly laughing with his eyes closed, "good girl!"

He takes your hand and intertwined it with his, slipping his fingers between yours, making your life officially complete.

This warm skin, these fingers, and hands, his silky hair and plush, red lips, his breathless voice and whisper in your ear.

All of these things make a missing piece in your life and that piece is back in its place, right next to you.

The devil in the flesh, the prince of hell, the one who saved your life.

"Hyunjin..."

He was busy kissing your neck when you softly call his name and he drags his plump lips to your jaw, planting a kiss on your lips to finally answer your call.

"Yes, beautiful?"

You hold his face in your hands and take a look at him, touching his beautiful features of gorgeous eyes and a beautiful nose, rosy cheeks, and plump lips, touching them to confirm that he's real.

"I miss you," you say and your heart hurts from letting those words out.

He softly gazes into your eyes and caresses your cheek with his knuckle, "I miss you too."

His whole weight on top of you should be enough to convince you that he's real and the two of you are making out on your bed.

"I thought you were taking me to hell," your hands are holding the back of his head, tangled in his hair.

He plants a kiss on your shoulder and begins making a long trail of kisses from there to your lips. He gasps when he pulls away.

"Well, this is your hell," he says.

You tip your head to the side, "huh?"

"Your hell is living a cursed life with me," he answers then places a sloppy kiss on your lips.

He looks at you and probably wonders why you got quiet, "or you don't want it?"

You close your eyes and try so hard to verbalize your thought but words can't do justice to what you're trying to tell him.

You put your hands around his neck and hold him close, feeling his warm body resting against yours, his heart lies close to yours, beating at once.

"I really thought I'd never see you again," you cry again from how glad you are to be able to meet him again, cursed or not, you feel alive when you're with him.

Hyunjin buries his head deep in your neck and breath you in, "for a second I thought you're going to be mad at me," he says.

You start sobbing uncontrollably, you didn't know you'd been holding so many emotions but maybe it's all coming from the feelings of your life finally becoming whole.

"You're that happy to see me again?" He asks while chuckling and wiping your tears at once.

You nod.

"You're that happy to live a cursed life?"

You nod again and pull him close, "as long as I'm with you," you croaked.

The thunderous rain is no match to the sounds you make as Hyunjin makes love to you.

It's like your bodies are just as ecstatic to meet again they become one, filling each other's needs and satisfying each other's cravings.

He thrusts into you, slow and deep all the while his eyes looking into yours. Somehow it feels like he's making love not only to your body but also to your soul.

When it feels overwhelming, you pull his face by his chin and kiss him.

He knows your body too well, he knows what gets you going, what pleases you the most, how to make you writhe and make you a moaning mess under him.

When he makes you cum, he convinces you once again that he still holds the highest rate of making you cum, 13/10.

Sex with him will never be a disappointment but the sex you just had feels different, it was exceptionally nice, and it makes you feel vulnerable and powerful, held and set free, to love and be loved, all at once.

With all these emotions flooding inside you, you might as well let them burst out of you.

"I love you so much," you blurt out but you don't regret it at all.

It's bound to be out anyway and this cursed life taught you nothing but to bet every part of you for someone you love.

Hyunjin tenderly kisses you before answering, "I love you too."

And if Hyunjin says this is your hell then you want to stay there, burning in your passionate love for him, forever.

People have their own concept of heaven.

Yours though would be the one that draws a big difference from other people's.

Your heaven has a devil who welcomes you with a soft yet fiery kiss that wakes you up from your sleep.

You giggle when he nibbles on your ear, "morning," you sleepily greet him.

He kisses your temple, "I think it's way past morning."

You force your eyes open and see the sun shining so brightly outside your window.

"You sleep so tight," he says, hovering above you with his face merely inches away from yours.

You loop your hands around his neck, "am I?"

"Did you have a nice dream?" He asks while removing the strands of hair from covering your face.

A dream can't be better than your heaven so you shake your head, "I haven't slept that well in a long time," you say.

"Afraid that you'll never wake up again?"

You shake your head again as he unlocked a new fear in you, "afraid that I'll never see you again," you say.

He softly smiles with eyes closed and gently kisses you, with your naked body under cover he doesn't waste any second but allows himself to touch you all over.

Your heaven is having his head between your legs and his slick, hot tongue on your heating core.

Even after you cum against his greedy mouth that doesn't stop him from dragging his sinful lips all over you, planting kisses, and wetting your skin with his saliva, making you squirm from the stimulation.

He only pauses his exploration to caress your cheek with such loving and a long kiss on the lips.

Then he continues by putting his mouth on your ribcage and sucks hard on the skin, it stings but is still bearable.

Next, he places his lips on your breast, sticking his tongue out to tease your nipple, wetting it and sucking on it.

Then when you're high in pleasure, he plants a bite on your breast.

You yelp in pain and grab him by his hair out of reflex, "oh fu—" you stop yourself from cursing.

Hyunjin quickly rubs over the mark with his hand while smirking at you.

It seems like he's going to make another one and look for the perfect spot for it. His hand slides down your side and then stops on your thigh.

You have an inkling that his next target is somewhere in that area, and although you know what he'll do, you spread your legs open as he lowers his mouth on your inner thigh, permitting him to go ahead with his plan.

He kisses the skin before making a mark there with his teeth.

You grip the sheet as he keeps on sucking the skin and gives it a lick after, you can see the bruise slowly blossoming on your skin.

"I just can't say no to you, mmh?" You mumble but don't sound like a complaint to him.

He kisses the mark after and put his body between your legs with his head resting on your chest.

"Your soul is mine, remember?"

You slip your hands in his silky dark locks, "but not my body."

"That's the point," he takes your hand and kisses your wrist, "I have to let everyone know that you're mine."

He places his lips right there on your sternum and stays like that with his eyes closed.

"All mine," he murmurs as if he's talking to your heart.

"Body and soul," you add with a smile on your face.

He opens his eyes and finds yours immediately, he crawls over to plant a kiss on your lips, tenderly but intensely with a hand on your jaw.

"What happened to the red hair?" You ask with a fistful of his dark hair in your hand.

"You don't like the black hair?"

You softly chuckle and brush his hair to the back, "were you trying to be incognito?"

"Well, it worked because you didn't recognize me until yesterday," he answers.

"I started to wonder why we always met in the elevator, you know. I thought you were my neighbor," you explain while laughing, feeling stupid to ever thought that way.

"Well, I have to keep my eyes on my asset," he coyly says with a sly grin.

He collapses on top of you, capturing your lips in a long, breathtaking kiss, a kiss that takes everything further, a kiss that makes you warm inside and outside.

His body is enough to make you salivate but why only look when you can have a taste of it, a bite of it, and eat it too?

It's amazing that you still know how to get around him, where he likes you to touch him and makes him whimper under you.

You ease yourself down his length and breathlessly moan at how good it feels, how he perfectly fills you whole.

Hyunjin is a walking temptation yet he's your only indulgence.

He roams around your body as you straddle him, spreading his warmth with the gentlest touch of his hands.

"You're so beautiful," he mutters to you in his soft, breathless voice.

"Come here!" He orders, pulling you by the neck and bringing your face close to him.

He opens his mouth and takes your lips in his, hungrily and passionately, as if your kiss feeds and quenches his thirst, as if your kiss brought him life.

You smile when you break the kiss and place your hands flat on his chest, continuing to roll your hips in circular motions.

Low grunts escaped his slightly parted mouth with his hands gripping each side of your waist.

"Good, huh?" You lowly ask.

He delightfully sighs and looks you in the eyes, "like the sweetest sin," he answers.

This is your heaven and your heaven is his body against the white sheet and his smile in between kisses, his soft voice that calls your name, and how sweetly he praises you.

Your heaven is having him on the bed and having him every day for the rest of your life.

And your heaven makes you sin first thing in the morning.

A day in your life goes like this.

Even before you can open your eyes, you wake up feeling needy for his touch and he would be there, lying beside you ready to provide you with everything you seek.

You kiss him on the lips and greet him, "morning!"

"Morning, my sweet little sin," he greets back.

Morning sex is always a good idea yet optional. But cuddles are a must.

Just two naked bodies tangled on the bed, indulging in each other's embrace, hands all over with mouths locked in a rapturous kiss.

Breakfast, shower then get dressed for work with Hyunjin trying to sneak a few kisses in between.

You kiss him before leaving the apartment and give him a warning, each day varies from the other.

"Please, don't cause any traffic today!"

"Not with the elevator out of service again!"

"Don't break the copy machine, please?"

Hyunjin sometimes obeys but most of the time, no. The one warning he never obeys is following you around.

He's there when you're stuck on a bus full of people or run with you when you catch your bus, in a meeting, or in the copy room, nowhere is off-limits to him.

He appears and disappears, here and there, anywhere, anytime.

Hyunjin does whatever he pleases.

"This desk has the perfect height," he whispers into your ear.

You roll your eyes knowing that it's him right behind you and his arms caging your body in between.

You were sorting pages of articles on your desk, "remember what I told you?"

"That you miss me at work?" He playfully guesses.

You shake your head and ignore him, putting all of your focus on the task at hand.

Hyunjin brings his mouth close to yours, "Come on, just a quickie," he whispers.

You scoff, "it's never just a quickie with you," you say.

"Like you ever mind," he whispers into your other ear.

You scoff again and put down all of the pages, turning around to face him, "can you stop with the devil's whisper?"

His red hair is flashy against the dull colors of your office interior and background. Truthfully, he's the only thing that makes your day brighter entirely.

"How about a kiss?" he sweet talks with his hands around your waist, pulling you close.

You take a moment to consider it because it's never just a kiss with him, it's never just that, he will want more and you can't say no to him.

He tips his head to the side and smiles at you, "just one kiss?" He sweetly asks.

You put your hands on his arms and feel his biceps contract against the fabric of his dark shirt. He's so irresistible, just one look at his face and you found yourself nodding to him.

The kiss is electrifying already but the thrill that comes from the spontaneity of it and the slight fear of anyone can walk in on you making out with him in your office.

Before you get intoxicated, you quickly pull away from his kiss and sigh, "one kiss and you got it," you say.

With his hands cupping your face, he can easily hold you still and kisses you again.

You whine against his lips but not breaking the kiss.

"At least give me more tongue," he says against your lips.

It's like he has programmed your brain to always submit to his wishes, you open your mouth and stick your tongue a little, letting him twirl it with his.

He deepens the kiss while hoisting your body, sitting you on the edge of the desk.

You immediately let go of the kiss and gently push him away, "that's two kisses already," you remind him.

You reach for his face to clean the lipstick smeared around his lips with your thumb.

"Does it look good on me?" He asks with a lopsided grin.

"Oh, yeah," you playfully answer and remove the lipstick on the corner of his mouth.

"Put it more on me then," he seduces you for more kisses and he's just good at that, tempting you.

You look away before his hypnotizing eyes trapped you in his spell and hold his hands on your lap, "I'll see you later, okay?"

His face drops onto your neck and groans with his mouth on your shoulder.

You hold him close and brush his hair with your finger, "I'll see you at home," you assure him.

He heavily sighs and then kisses your neck before letting you go.

You get off the desk and give him a long hug, "be good."

"Don't have lunch at the cafeteria today," he says as he finally lets you go.

"Huh? Why?"

"It's just veggies and tofu, you wouldn't like it," he says with a cute nose scrunch, which is opposite to his evil doing.

You get suspicious that it's all his doing, "It's you isn't it?"

He pouts and shrugs with one hand lingering on the doorknob.

You glare at him but he only winks in response before leaving the room through the door.

Little did he knows it takes so much in you not to cave into him, you need to take a minute off and fan yourself with paper, calming yourself down.

When it's lunchtime, a co-worker comes knocking on your office.

"Let's have lunch!" She says with a smile.

You swivel your chair to face her, "what is today's menu?"

"It's tonkatsu so we have to hurry," she answers.

You let out a sigh knowing that Hyunjin lied about his warning, "that flaming hot Cheetos," you mutter under your breath.

"What's that?" Your co-worker asks.

"Nothing," you lied.

"I'll be waiting by the elevator," she says.

There's already a long line of people queuing for lunch and you check on some emails while waiting for your turn when someone grabs your elbow.

You turn around to see who it is and gasp in surprise, "Minho?"

A smile rises on his face and you both share a quick hug.

Now you get why Hyunjin tells you to have lunch somewhere else. It's definitely not about the food.

"What are you doing here?" You ask while still surprised to see him there.

"I just came down from a meeting," he replies and holds his briefcase in the other hand.

"Did you—" you pause to move along with the queue then continue, "you got transferred back or what?"

"No, I'm only staying for a week," he answers.

It's ridiculous that you didn't know how much you miss him until you see him again. You link your arm with him and force him to join the queue line, "come on, I treat you to lunch today," you say.

The talk continues during lunch, catching up on each other's life but mostly his life in the new city he's living in.

He buys coffee for both of you after and talks outside by the rooftop of the building where employees come to smoke or just hang out.

"Isn't this the one dream job you had since college?" Minho asks as he sips his coffee.

"Yeah, I wasn't confident they would hire me but..." you shrug and you're just as baffled because you wrote the resume after taking shots of tequila.

You foolishly grin when you remembered that night.

Minho grins along with you, "what? Tell me?"

You laugh because it may sound so silly to him, but you decide to not tell him and then shake your head.

"I'm just so happy we've been so supportive toward each other," you earnestly say with a smile.

Minho puts his arm around you and together you stare out at the view of the city on a beautiful spring day. Back then, you would have overthought every little thing Minho did to you but now, you don't even think about anything at all.

You feel comfortable and safe around him because you know you have a friend who has your back.

You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh, "look how far we've come, Minho."

The sky takes a dark turn in the evening as it begins to rain when you get off the bus.

You have an inkling it's someone's doing, someone with red hair and mischief in his eyes, someone who's standing a few steps from you holding an umbrella.

"Can you stop ruining spring for everyone's sake?" You grumble as you approach him.

"It's not my doing," he denies then opens the umbrella for both of you.

It's never a straight game with him, he makes you guess every move he makes. You huddle close to him as you walk together under the umbrella with his arm on your shoulder.

There's a sudden loud crack of thunder that you grip Hyunjin's arm in response.

"Oh, how romantic!" You sneer.

He pulls you closer to his side, "you're walking with the devil but afraid of a little thunder," he sneers back with a half-smirk.

You roll your eyes at him and hold onto his arm, "you knew Minho was in the building, huh?"

Hyunjin got quiet and by human standards, he knows how to keep it cool.

"Are you jealous that we had a little chat?"

He looks unbothered but drops his hand to meet yours and clasped it with his.

But by the devil's standards, he's bad at hiding his jealousy.

You lift your clasped hands and kiss the back of his hand, "did you make anyone cry today?"

He returns the favor with a kiss on your cheek, "No," he answers.

He looks at you with a sly smile on his face, "But I'll make someone cry tonight," he adds with one of his eyebrows raises, hinting that the object he talked about is you.

Well, that's one way to arouse you, subtle but effective.

"That wouldn't be the first time," you say with a seductive smile and the recollections of how he fucked you so hard that you cried playing in the back of your head.

That only arouses you more, got you thinking of his body and his lips and his kisses and his...

You stop walking and he has no option but to also stop on his track.

Gosh, he's so beautiful and hot, literally and figuratively and the best thing is he's yours.

You grab the front of his shirt and pull him close, kissing him so hard that he has a hard time catching up to it.

"You should have told me earlier and I would have come running," you say as you pull away from the kiss.

He scrunches his nose and thinks for a while, "we should start running then," he says.

It's a crazy idea but it seems like you'll never know how to say no to him and you'll never want to learn how.

You take the umbrella from him and ditch it, pulling him by his hand to start running through the heavy rain.

The locket around your neck bounces along with every step you take and you can hear the ticking sound of the clock, of the needles moving forward, counting down to forever with Hyunjin.

Tick, tick, tick...

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abibliophobiaa · 10 months

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for your one word prompts i’m going to cheat and pick two, sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’d like a smutty steve harrington with the words : good girl 😌

fwb king!steve harrington x fem!reader. p in v smut and a little angst if you blink because unrequited feelings slipped in. 18+ (900 words)

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It happens like this more often than you would like to admit.

You and him at a party.

Him, with his dumb ass sunglasses on, peering out over the crowd—in search of you, if you’re honest with yourself.

Bodies shift to and fro with the music around you, hands full of red cups, bathing suits of all kinds on full display. In the pool you catch the beginnings of a game of chicken; two girls on the cheerleading team on the shoulders of some of the basketball boys.

But your eyes always end up on one boy.

Steve Harrington.

Annoyingly full lips, those two kissable birthmarks on his tanned face, bare chested and gleaming in the sunlight. As if he attracts the sun itself, bathing him in a golden hue that dances off the line of his abdominal muscles.

On your right, Tina is telling you about her current dating escapades. All waving hands and frantic movements, lip gloss freshly applied glistening off her rapidly moving lips. And even so, your eyes wander. Her voice fades into the background, muddling with the music spilling out from the speaker system in the backyard.

Steve tips his cup and dips his head toward the garden gate. A sign, if you’ve ever seen one. Lip curling into a grin, he slips out the gate and you return your focus to Tina, offering her words of encouragement before asking her to hold your drink.

After that, it’s a rush across the front yard. A rapid tap of flip flops as you dart around the side street, finding Steve Harrington leaning his back against his car door, head pointed up at the sky. He tosses his cigarette onto the ground, fingers carding through his hair, and folds his arms across his chest.

Waiting.

“They’ll be looking for us soon,” you mutter teasingly.

His eyes watch your hips sway as you approach, roam along your form as your fingers reach down to loosen the top button of your jean shorts. Steve’s arms drop from their position across his chest, barest brushes of his fingers curling around your hips, tugging you flush against his frame.

“Just means I’ll have to make the most of the few minutes we have.”

“You seem so sure of yourself,” you whisper, breaking off into a groan as he cups the back of your head in one hand, and wedges his fingers into your bikini bottom with the other. At the first teasing circle of his middle finger at your clit, he smirks, relishing in the moan that punches it’s way from your chest.

“What was that?”

“Fuck o-o-off.” Another moan, head rolling forward into his chest at the feeling of his thick fingers sinking into your slick center.

“Back seat,” he murmurs lowly, tipping your chin up and kissing you soundly. “Now.”

This part you know. The scramble out of your shorts. The toss of them onto the floor. The quick untying of his bathing suit bottom and a harsh tug downward to free his cock. The velvet feel of him, hot and heavy in your palm. The huff of his breath, the low groan, the whine as you sink down on him inch by inch.

“Always look so pretty like this,” he rasps, a kiss brushing your collar bone. It’s a slow grind down on him. The tops of his thighs hitting the backs of yours, that perfect thumb of his rolling practiced circles over your clit, always knowing what you like. “Fuck. Yes, baby. Just like that.”

Your pace hastens. Eyes on the watch he wears around his wrist, knowing you only have minutes. But then again, that’s all you’ve had these months. Stolen kisses in alleyways, under bleachers at games, in the locker room after his games. Frantic fucks in his BMW after class, late at night when everyone goes to bed on the weekends, at Lover’s Lake, hidden away amidst the trees.

Because it’s Steve.

Steve Harrington who doesn’t date.

Not really.

And neither do you.

Too focused on getting the hell out of Hawkins, trying to make it out there in the world, spread your wings and fly.

His breath is hot against your ear. A rapid pant of his praises and curses against your skin. The sound of your slick with every upward thrust up from beneath you. The tips of his fingers clutching at your hips, leaving those pretty bruises he’ll kiss better tomorrow.

But it’s these moments you pretend.

It’s in these moments, where your palm reaches out and slaps against the window, hips undulating, body rocking, head falling back, that nothing else exists but this feeling.

Whatever this is.

“Oh—oh, mmm, I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” Steve rasps, palm splaying over your bathing suit top. Over your heart. Then slides beneath, gliding over sensitive flesh, mouth swallowing your moan as he rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

The words have their desired effect, your orgasm striking like a bolt of lightning, his arm immediately coming up to hold you tight to his chest as he fucks up into you through it, his eyes pinching shut as his own release rushes through him.

Tomorrow, you’ll continue on with your normal lives. Him passing you in the hall, nodding his head, maybe flashing you a smile. Tomorrow you’ll slide a note in his locker, something cheeky, something flirty, doused in your favorite perfume. Tomorrow you’ll fall into his arms, and then his bed.

Today—today, though, you’ll pretend you don’t wish for more.

Because this is what you agreed on.

No feelings, just feeling.

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little-emerald-snake · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1

Marking - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1.1k words

It was a lovely day, the air was cool but the sun was out. Sebastian had insisted on taking advantage of the weather and the free afternoon they had away from the 7th year stresses of studying for N.E.W.T. exams. He took her for a small picnic by the lake, with a basket of little sandwiches and some summery tasting punch the kitchen elves had put together for the two of them upon Sebastian’s request.

After finding a comfy spot, hidden away from a path where students may be walking and spreading out the blanket that she’d brought, the two of them crawled onto it and laid down facing the lake. She’d eaten a few sandwiches and was on her second glass of punch when she looked over and noticed the bright smile on Sebastian's face as he watched her enjoy the view.

He inched closer to her and before she knew it, he had a hand behind her neck, pulling her into his soft yet searing kisses. His kisses started gentle but soon he was crowded over her, his gentle kisses turned to passionate nips on her lips and a clash of teeth and tongues.

His lips left hers, ghosting down past her jaw and over the soft sensitive spot on her neck that made her whimper softly as he nipped and licked at it. Her hands came up to clutch at the white linen shirt he wore, his wandering lips upturned into a smirk as he recognized she was getting worked up for him now.

His hand that had previously pulled her face closer to his now ghosted down until he reached the hem of her skirt, gently easing it up to bunch loosely at her waist. She whimpered again as his fingers dug mercilessly into her hip that laid under the bunched fabric of her skirt. He could tell by the way her breath had picked up that she was getting closer and closer to where he wanted her, where he craved her.

Laid back with her feet planted firmly on the blanket, she pressed her hips upwards into his, clearly seeking out the friction that would sate the need that pulsed through her veins like a wildfire in a forest. He pulled himself away to deny her the friction she craved which only brought a needy whine from her throat.

His lips bite gently into her neck and she knew then that he wasn't going to give in until he received permission to do what he wanted. For the past week Sebastian had been practically begging her to let him leave marks on her delicate skin. He’d gotten the idea from a romance book she’d been reading to him on the couch of the common room. Ever since he’d been bringing up the idea every time things had heated up between them.

She rolled her hips up again and he chuckled against her neck as he pulled away which left another urgent whine falling from her puffy kiss-swollen lips. Sebastian pushed up on one of his arms so he could look down at her, his other hand groping at the warm flesh of her thigh which only added to the maddening need inside of her.

His eyes were mischievous as she used her own puppy-dog look to try and guilt him into pleasing her and letting go of his mission to mark her skin. He chuckled at her look and moved himself down between her thighs which parted eagerly. She’d laid her head back on the blanket, having thought he had finally given in but she was sadly mistaken as he teasingly skirted his fingers over the outline of her panties.

Her head shot up from the blanket to glare daggers at him. He gave an innocent smile and continued his teasing. She was so worked up and eager to feel more, already knowing what it felt like when he made her legs shake from pure orgasmic bliss, never stopping until she was a shivering, soaking wet mess under him.

Sebastian chuckled as she moved her hips, trying to get his fingers to brush against her heat. “Come on pretty girl, you know what I want. Just give in…I promise I won’t leave anywhere anyone but you and me can see. I’ll put them all right here on these pretty thighs of yours while I make you come undone on my fingers just like you want.”

She whimpered, swallowing hard hard as he leaned down and gave a teasing nip to her thigh before flattening his tongue and licking over where he’d bitten her. All her resolve went out the window as she let her head fall back and finally agreed. “Fine…i-if it’ll get you to touch me then you can leave a few…just please…no more teasing.”

He grinned, leaning down and wrapping an arm under one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder. With his other hand he carefully slid the dampened fabric of her panties to the side and licked his lips as he admired how wet she was for him. He gave her pussy a long languid lick that had her shuddering and leaning down to watch as his mouth turned to her thigh that was draped over his shoulder.

She lifted her head to watch as two of his fingers slid into her and his mouth closed around her thigh. He sucked at her sensitive flesh which sent pleasure bolting straight to her core. His fingers eased in and out of her slowly, a light curl in his fingers when he felt that spot inside of her, as well as his thumb gently brushing over her sensitive clit.

She cried out as he worked her perfectly, only moving his mouth to add more darkening spots to her sensitive skin. The sight of it drove her wild, her hips coming to meet his fingers thrusts, him looking up to watch the pleasure written on her face as he left a plethora of bruises over her thighs.

Once he was finally satisfied with his work he pulled her other leg over his shoulder and removed his thumb so he could place his lips around her sensitive clit and suck while he fingered her. The sound of her wetness reached her ears and she couldn’t help but toss her head back with a moan as he brought her over the edge, one set of fingers expertly working her g spot and the other pressing into the bruises on her thighs.

Once she came down from the high he licked her juices up and righted her panties and skirt before sliding up to give her loving kisses. “See? You’re so fucking pretty with my marks on you like that. So hot to make you cum while I mark up your delicate skin.”

Kinktober Prompt List

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #hogwarts legacy smut #writing challenge #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow smut

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rosie-b · 5 months

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I Can Hear the Bells (you didn't hear the chimes)

2 chapters, completed (9806 words)

“So, you had a dream about Marinette. Was it a good dream?”

Adrien practically melted. “It was amazing, Plagg,” he said with a wistful sigh. “We were lying on a beach together, and she kissed me and—”

“Ugh, I get it! So, it was a love spell. No real danger, problem solved. Thank cheese.”

“A love spell? Wait, but Plagg, couldn’t that mean that Marinette got affected, too? What if— oh, no,” Adrien gasped. “What if I made her fall in love with me?”

You can read the rest on AO3; chapter one is just below!

Adrien was becoming a rather decent witch.

He wasn’t the best one in the world, but he’d gained a mastery of 23 complex spells and 74 simple ones over the past three months since his eighteenth birthday. That meant he had to be doing well, right?

Even so, the near-constant pressure to study magic he got from Plagg, his familiar and instructor in all things magical, was taking its toll. What Adrien needed, as Plagg had conceded after his pupil had nearly fainted after a simple tea leaves reading, was a solid few days spent off. A break, during which Adrien could relax and recharge by taking advantage of others’ magic abilities, instead of relying on his own.

“What you need,” Plagg had said, lazily floating in front of Adrien with an unbothered expression on his face, “Is a good relaxation spell. And your specialty is destructive magic, so you can’t make one for yourself.”

Adrien had sighed and waved Plagg’s stinky breath away with one hand. “And where would I find one, then? Magic is still new to me, after all; I don’t know any other witches I could ask to give me one.”

“And that’s entirely your parents’ fault,” Plagg had sniffed. “In the old days, no witch worth their salt would have died without leaving a secret book of instructions for their kid. But no, they had to leave the dirty work to your poor, abused familiar!”

The kwami was fond of lamenting in this way to Adrien, who’d gotten used to it by then.

“Plagg, we’ve been over this. Just get to the point, please!”

Plagg had scowled at Adrien for a moment and then given up the act.

“There are plenty of other witches in Paris. The reason that you haven’t met them is because they only go out without being disguised as normal mortals at night, and then only on certain days of the moon cycle. On those nights, they hold a magic fair, a collection of witches’ shops. And we’re in luck, because there’s a fair tonight!”

Adrien had brightened up immediately. “Really? Where is it?”

Plagg had waved one tiny paw dismissively. “If you go out past sundown and keep yourself open to magic, you’ll be able to sense where to find it; it’s easy. Once you get there, pick up a spelled object; it’ll be a toiletry item, a bath bomb or whatever those creative witches are putting their spells into these days. Whatever it is, it’ll probably have lavender in it, like most relaxation spells do.”

“Lavender bath bomb, Paris witch shop, nighttime. Got it. Thanks, Plagg!”

And so, taking his familiar’s advice, Adrien was going to visit a magic fair. He’d taken Plagg with him, although the little kwami had protested that he was losing quality napping time. But for all his protests and prickly personality, Adrien knew that Plagg cared about him deep down.

Adrien left his apartment fifteen minutes after the last rays of sun had disappeared from the sky. As soon as he stepped outside, he felt a tugging sensation in his chest.

“To the left,” he muttered, because that’s where the sensation seemed to be leading him.

“To the left, to the left, to the left,” Plagg repeated in a nasal voice. “Now kick, now kick, now kick—”

“Oh come on, Plagg!” Adrien cried in exasperation.

The kwami only giggled and flew out ahead of Adrien. “You come on,” he smirked.

Adrien rolled his eyes, but stepped forward, slowly following the magic map with only a few wrong turns, eventually ending up at Place des Vosges.

There, lined up around the perimeter of the park, with some shops in the center by the fountain, was a collection of twenty or so little tents made of colorful, embroidered cloth. This is it, the magic seemed to say. This is what you’re looking for.

Around the outside of the park, there was a glowing teal line. Adrien paused before it, deciding whether he should cross it, or if some warning system would be triggered if he did.

“What is that?” he asked Plagg.

Plagg twitched his tail. “It’s a time spell. Once you enter the park, you can spend as long as you need inside, but once you exit, it will be like only a few minutes passed. That way everyone can get their shopping done and still get enough sleep tonight.”

“Oh,” Adrien hummed. “That’s really smart!”

And he stepped over the line into the park, with Plagg just behind him.

Wooden signs outside the tents announced what was sold in each, from charms to potions. There was even a tent selling ‘illusive’ hats, whatever that meant.

“The tents are a temporary thing,” Plagg continued. “They use a different spell, an illusion, to let the witches set them all up before sundown. That way, the boring normal Parisians don’t suspect a thing, and the ancient tradition of— oh camembert! A cheese tent! Adrien, I have to go. I will meet you when you leave the circle! Good luck and goodbye!”

Before Adrien could get in a single question, his familiar was zipping off to a small tent near the edge of the park. Shrugging, he kept walking along, knowing that Plagg would show up eventually—once he’d eaten half the poor cheese seller’s stock, probably.

There were a lot of witches gathered in the park, most of them with a kwami floating nearby. Some of them were even wearing pointed hats, which Adrien thought was rather strange. He’d assumed, after Plagg had suddenly appeared and announced magic’s existence to him on his eighteenth birthday, that pointy hats were just a made-up stereotype, not a fact of witches’ society!

Adrien passed seven tents that didn’t seem to carry the right kind of spelled items before he found a medium-sized red tent that advertised a variety of healing and creative spells. That sounded a lot like what Plagg had described earlier, so he headed inside the tent, whose sign read “Ladybug’s Boutique.”

There was no chime like he’d expect at a normal store as he stepped inside, but he only had a moment to glance around before the handful of people inside the tent fell quiet, staring at him like they’d never seen a blond boy in Paris before.

“Rena, I’ll call you back,” the witch sitting at the tiny checkout desk said, and pressed the earring in her left ear. “Fly, helcome, er, welcome! What brings a person like you here?”

Adrien blinked at the witch, who didn’t have a kwami near her, but was wearing a red hat with black spots on it. She must be Ladybug. Somehow, she looked familiar, but Adrien was positive he’d never met her before.

“Uh, I’m just here to look around, I guess. I wanted to get a bath bomb, but I haven’t found any so far.”

Ladybug’s smile twitched. “I see. Well, luckily for you, I do sell bath bombs—totally normal bath bombs! So normal, like, you wouldn’t believe.” She gestured vaguely to a basket of bath bombs sitting to the left of the desk, half-hidden by a rack of scarves.

Adrien wasn’t sure why normalcy would be a selling point for a witch’s bath bombs. Maybe she just meant they didn’t work any differently from non-magic bath bombs?

Around Adrien, the other witches turned back to what they’d been doing before. The ones who’d brought their kwamis subtly ushered them into purses or pockets — their hiding spots, in other words.

Adrien wondered if the other witches thought he wanted to steal their kwamis. Not that a teacher more open with their information than Plagg wouldn’t be nice, but he had no intention of taking one, and besides, he was somehow growing fond of the stinky cat.

Adrien didn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to be rude. Instead, he kept addressing Ladybug, who seemed like the only one to be okay with his presence, even if she was still a bit jumpy.

“Oh, thanks! I guess I’ll just take a look through them, then,” he said. He walked over to the basket and began sorting through.

Just before he reached the basket, he’d caught a mumbled whisper from one of the guests. Adrien wasn’t positive what it had been, but he was pretty sure it was a spell.

And considering how blank the bath bombs’ wrappers now were, he was pretty sure it had somehow erased the labels from each one of them.

Adrien scowled. Okay, that was just rude!

He shot a frown at the man who’d cast the spell, but there was no sense in starting a fight over it, so he kept sorting through and did his best to guess at what each bath bomb’s spell was. There were a few purple ones, and Plagg had said the spell would be lavender, so it had to be one of those ones.

Eventually, Adrien grabbed a bath bomb that was light purple on top, with a pale white lower half. Most of the bath bombs seemed to be of that kind, which meant that Ladybug made a surplus of relaxing spells on purpose. She probably cared deeply about helping other witches stay relaxed in their crazy lives! That was so nice of her.

Adrien walked over to the desk to check out. It took him all of two steps, and Ladybug was already ready to scan his purchase when he arrived.

She stared at the bath bomb for a moment when Adrien handed it to her.

“This doesn’t have a label,” she said, staring up at him like he’d peeled it off himself.

“None of them do anymore. I’m not really sure why,” Adrien sighed, because he really wasn’t sure why the other witch would be so petty as to ruin all the hard work of whoever had prepared the bath bombs for selling, likely Ladybug herself.

“I see,” Ladybug said, shooting a glare at someone behind Adrien. A chime sounded as whoever it had been stepped out of the tent. “I don’t even know what sp— what type this is anymore. I make so many of these,” she fussed as she lifted the bath bomb and sniffed it. “I don’t know. I mean, I think I know? And it shouldn’t matter anyway, right? But I could be wrong, and if I’m wrong, then! Then!”

Ladybug clutched at her hair, clearly about to fly into a panic.

Adrien smiled reassuringly. “This is the one I want. Don’t worry,” he said, keeping a calming smile on his face. “If you’re wrong, I will only blame myself, I promise.”

“And Claude,” Ladybug muttered under her breath. Then, with a smile, she continued, “I’m so sorry about the mixup. How about you just take it for free as an apology, okay?”

Adrien shook his head. “That’s awfully generous of you, but you don’t need to apologize. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. Let me give you something to cover it, at least. How much would it usually cost?”

Ladybug tapped her fingers on the desk, which did not, Adrien noticed, have a cash register on it.

“There’s no label, is there, which means no price, which means you don’t have to pay. I insist,” she said with a blinding smile when Adrien opened his mouth to protest. “Please. Just take it.”

Adrien closed his mouth with a click. “Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I’ll take it. But then you have to take this,” he said.

And slamming down a ten on the desk, Adrien darted out of the shop before Ladybug could catch on to what he’d done and forcibly give the money back. He’d learned from experience that nice people like her did not take kindly to people paying them when they thought they were owed nothing. But Adrien knew that he had to pay something for the bath bomb, though how much, he had no idea.

He hoped ten euros had been enough. But maybe it was too much?

Oh, well. If it was, then it was just extra payment for the kerfuffle he’d caused. He knew that there had been fewer witches when he left than when he’d entered, and he hated the thought that he could’ve cost her business with his inexperienced, somehow repulsive witch’s air.

“Plagg!” he called when he reached the edge of the park. “Plagg! Over here!”

A few seconds later, a small black cat, noticeably rotund, slowly flew over to Adrien.

“Did you have any luck?” Plagg asked with a burp.

Adrien wrinkled his nose. “Yes, actually, though not in making any witchy friends. Come on, we need to leave, I’m like cyanide to businesses here!”

Plagg frowned as they left the park’s protective circle. “Yeesh, I didn’t think you would be that bad at blending in. You’re all witches,” he said, pondering the matter.

“Yeah, but I guess learning about magic eighteen years later than normal marks me as different somehow. I don’t blame them, it seems like a close-knit community and seeing someone new intrude on it must have been weird. Maybe next time will go smoother.”

“Maybe,” Plagg agreed. “I’ll have plenty of time to whip you into shape by then. We’ve got a whole fortnight,” he informed Adrien.

“That’s good,” Adrien said. “As long as your teaching doesn’t involve any camembert, I think we’ll be ready for a second shot by then.”

__*__*__*__*__

Adrien almost turned the key the wrong way in the lock when he got back to his apartment.

He was still getting used to the place. It was smaller than the suite he’d grown up in at Le Grand Paris, but he didn’t mind. He tried not be resentful of the Bourgeois family—they’d been so kind to take him in after his parents died, after all—but they were very different from him. A little too different, perhaps. He’d already been planning on moving out after his eighteenth birthday; Plagg’s sudden arrival in his life, like some small, smelly godfairy, had just sped things up.

Stepping into the bathroom, Adrien shut the door behind him and stood with his hands on his hips, pondering the empty tub. He’d used plenty of bath bombs before (being Chloe’s only friend and pseudo-brother guaranteed that), but he’d never used a magic one, and the label for this one had been conveniently destroyed. He should have asked Ladybug for the instructions while he could; then again, it had been a strange shopping experience, so he didn’t really blame himself for forgetting to.

But hopefully, he knew someone else who could help.

“Plagg?” Adrien called, knowing he could hear him wherever he was in the small apartment.

“I thought you told me that you weren’t comfortable with me being in the bathroom when the door is shut,” Plagg called back.

Adrien groaned. “I’m not naked, Plagg.”

A moment later, the kwami was hovering in front of Adrien’s face.

“So, what is it? I assume you badly need my help with some very big problem, or you wouldn’t have interrupted my nap.”

“Nope, nothing big, sorry. Do you know how to use a magic bath bomb?” Adrien held it out in front of Plagg, who sniffed it once and shrugged.

“Not my area of expertise, kid. I’m a kwami of destruction, remember?”

“But you know about other kinds of magic, too.”

“Eh, little bits here and there, yeah. This particular object smells like creation magic, which theoretically I know the most about, but bath bombs are new to me. The last time I was a familiar was a few centuries ago, and they weren’t really common then.”

So much for that idea, then.

“Well, do you have any guesses, at least?”

Plagg’s ear twitched. “If it’s like the other spelled objects I know, you just use it like you usually would. But first, activate the spell; that’s something you have to do to get rid of the safety lock most witches put on their spelled objects so that pesky regular humans can’t use them for themselves. This object smells like creation magic, so the right words should be ‘spots on.’ And that’s all there is to it, unless bath bombs are special.”

Adrien pinched his nose. “Really, Plagg? You could have led with that instead of saying you couldn’t help.”

“Well, if that’s how you’re going to react to me graciously choosing to share my illustrious wisdom, see if I help you again,” Plagg said with a sniff.

Adrien reached out and cupped the kwami in his free hand. “Sorry, Plagg. I am grateful for your help, you know. It’s just been a rough night.”

“It’s been a rough three months, more like,” Plagg corrected, letting out a reluctant purr when Adrien scratched behind his ears. A moment later, he flew up and over to the door. “Okay, time for you to take that relaxing bath of yours. I’ll be napping, so don’t call again unless you really need me!”

Adrien smiled. “Bye, Plagg,” he said. The kwami phased through the door, and then he was gone.

So, Adrien plugged the tub’s drain, turned on the hot water, and pulled up a playlist Nino had made for him as a graduation present to listen to while the tub filled and he got undressed.

Adrien hummed along to the songs, thinking of how lucky he was to be part of a friend group that hadn’t fallen apart after they moved on to university. Alya, Nino, Marinette, and he still met up almost every week, and Nino and he even went to the same university, though for very different majors. Adrien was studying to be a pediatric nurse; Nino was a film production major. They would never share a class again.

The tub had filled up enough, so Adrien unwrapped the bath bomb and plopped it in the tub, whispering “spots on” as he did. The bath bomb immediately started fizzling, but that was what they all did. It smelled nice, too, but so did most of them. It really seemed like a normal bath bomb, Adrien mused as he slid himself into the tub.

The rest of the bath was relaxing, but not any more relaxing than other baths Adrien had taken in the past. There wasn’t anything to mark this as a magic occurrence, and he was tempted to conclude that Ladybug’s spell simply hadn’t worked, but he decided to hold off on judgment yet. Maybe the effects took a while to kick in, or maybe they would show themselves in more subtle ways. Maybe Adrien would finally wake up feeling refreshed, instead of still tired and dreading the long day ahead.

Besides, Adrien did feel more relaxed now than he had before the bath. And it was finally the weekend, and Plagg had promised to give him a break from constantly testing him on his magic skills for a few days. That was good enough for him, Adrien thought as he dried off and wrapped a fluffy robe around himself.

__*__*__*__*__

That night, Adrien dreamed of Marinette.

It wasn’t that surprising to him; he’d been dreaming of her ever since eighth grade, when he’d fallen in love with her. But although he’d had hundreds of dreams about her, something about this one was different.

For one thing, Marinette was an adult in it. More of an adult, anyway; she was easily in her mid-twenties (and still just as gorgeous as ever). So was Adrien, and they’d been resting on an island together, lying on the beach without a care in the world. It was the most blissful feeling Adrien had ever experienced; and then Marinette had rolled over and kissed him and it had gotten even better.

“I’m so glad you convinced me to come here, mon amour,” she whispered, laying her head on his chest and looking up at him with eyes as dazzlingly blue as the sea.

Adrien’s heart had been close to bursting, but in the dream he’d still managed to stroke her hair and whisper back that he was glad she’d agreed to come.

“You were right, after all,” Marinette had continued. “This is the perfect place for our honeymoon.”

Adrien could feel his eyes growing wider, but his dream self had gone on like nothing was out of the ordinary. Well, almost.

“Mm-hmm. I told you it would be a dream, milady.”

Marinette had laughed, pushing herself off his chest to hover over him, staring right in his eyes and making Adrien’s heart flutter wildly.

“You and your puns,” she’d laughed. “I hope you’re enjoying this, Adrien.”

“How could I not? You’re finally with me,” he’d purred.

“Now and forever,” she’d agreed, and leaned in for another kiss.

Adrien had woken up in a sweat.

It was still the middle of the night.

“That was so not relaxing,” he’d groaned, and had tossed and turned for the rest of the unrestful night.

At breakfast, he stared at his burnt toast without taking a bite.

Plagg flew in, holding a sock from the bottom of the laundry hamper.

“Hi, Adrien,” he said cheerfully. “Feeling any better?”

Adrien’s eye twitched as he kept staring at the toast.

Plagg cleared his throat. “You have lunch with Nino and the girls at noon, and you asked me to remind you, so I reminded you, and you have to remember now and thank me profusely for my service. A little bonus camembert wouldn’t hurt, either.”

Adrien thought he could make out Marinette’s face in the ridges of the burnt toast, but then his eyes unfocused, and he couldn’t make out anything.

Plagg’s tail twitched. “Hello?”

If Adrien drank twelve cups of coffee, he might feel awake enough to respond.

“Hello?” Plagg was getting impatient. “Adrien, wake up! You’re not supposed to be this relaxed!”

He flew over Adrien’s head and draped the sock he’d been carrying over his hair. Then he dove down to the plate and scarfed the burnt toast down without hesitation.

Finally, Adrien moved.

“Hey, you ate Marinette!” he complained. He crossed his arms, and the sock fell off his head and onto the table.

“Good morning to you, too,” Plagg said. “Listen, Adrien, are you okay? You’re acting weirder than usual.”

Adrien sighed and pushed the chair back from the table. “I don’t think that was a relaxation spell, Plagg,” he said. “If anything, it was a drain-your-energy-overnight-spell. Or maybe it wasn’t magic, at all! Because I do not feel rested, Plagg. And I had a weird dream about Marinette.”

Plagg groaned. “Whatever it was, do not tell me about it. You wax poetic about her around me too much anyways. It’s disgusting! You humans and your lovelorn, sappy sighs and faces. It’s enough to turn me off cheese! Cheddar, anyway. Not camembert. I don’t understand why you won’t just confess to her!”

“You don’t understand, Plagg! We’ve been friends since we were kids. If I confess to her and she doesn’t feel the same way—”

“It could ruin your friendship forever and blah blah blah. I get it,” Plagg said, rubbing his forehead and swishing his tail. “I still think you should tell her. So, the bath bomb didn’t work? Which witch did you buy it from, anyway?”

“I think she was called Ladybug,” Adrien said thoughtfully, staring off in the distance. “She was wearing a polka-dotted hat. I thought those were just in fairy tales.”

“Ladybug? But then why—? Adrien, you activated the spell, right?”

Adrien nodded. “Yep.” He frowned at the spot on his plate where his toast had been, which was currently being occupied by a week-old stinky sock. “Ugh, really?”

Plagg shrugged. “You’re welcome. Anway, did, uh, Ladybug recognize you?”

Adrien tilted his head. “I don’t think so. But nobody there seemed happy to see me. One of the witches in her tent spelled the labels off all the bath bombs.”

“What? Then you made sure to double check which type it was, right?”

“Even Ladybug didn’t know what it was. She sniffed it and said she thought she knew what it was, but maybe she didn’t, and also said it shouldn’t matter, and I told her it’d be my fault if I picked the wrong one to get her to stop worrying. She nearly didn’t let me pay, either,” he huffed.

“What, but why wouldn’t she check first? She could check! What kind of witch is she? I thought Tikki would teach M— would teach her better than this!”

Adrien blinked. “What do you mean, she could check? She tried to check, remember? It’s not her fault,” he sighed, leaning over the table and resting his chin on his hand.

Suddenly, Plagg looked very grim. “Adrien,” he said seriously, which was nearly enough to make Adrien’s heart stop pumping, “You did tell her that you were a witch, right?”

Adrien blinked. “No, why would I? It’s a magic fair, right? The only people there were witches.”

Plagg covered his eyes and wailed. “That’s not a given! People take their families to those shops even if they’re too young to have a familiar! They even take their friends sometimes, boring ones, with no magic at all! And worse, sometimes the illusion spell breaks, and normal humans who aren’t supposed to know about magic wander in, and then the witches have to hide what they’re really doing there! Please tell me, did you at least hear a chime as you walked into Ladybug’s tent?”

Adrien tried to remember. “I don’t think so. Why?”

Plagg looked up at him wearily. “Then she didn’t know you were a witch. Oh, this one’s my fault, kid. I should have warned you, but I couldn’t help it! I can’t resist my gooey camembert!”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “Plagg, what are you saying?”

“There are two easy ways to identify a witch, kid. One of them is their kwami; you saw a lot of witches at the fair with one on their shoulder, didn’t you? The chime would have gone off if I’d been with you, but you were alone. Second way to identify witches; a magic hat. That’s the more secretive option; they hide your true identity from everyone you meet, even other witches. It’s the perfect option for witches who are uncomfortable with anyone knowing who they are, though us kwamis can see right through the illusion. If you’d had a hat last night, you could’ve gone incognito and the chime would have rung for you. But you didn’t have me, and you weren’t wearing a hat, so the chime didn’t ring and Ladybug thought you were just a regular old human who snuck into the fair!”

“She didn’t check what the bath bomb’s spell was because she thought I wouldn’t be able to activate it,” Adrien gasped. “Plagg! This explains so much!”

“I’m going to go hide in a cave for the next thousand years,” Plagg moaned. “I can’t believe it. I’m failing my job as a familiar! Tikki is never going to let me live this down!”

Adrien was too floored by their discovery to ask who Tikki was or what living in a cave would accomplish.

“The other witches thought I was just a regular human, too! And that rude guy, he was just trying to help by hiding the labels with the spells on them! But I didn’t notice and I just stood there and bought the wrong spell, like an idiot!”

Plagg flew to Adrien and grabbed his nightshirt’s lapels with both paws, shaking them furiously as he spoke. “We have to find out what kind of spell you used, Adrien! Do you hear me? This is very dangerous, and while I normally like that, I don’t want you to get hurt!”

Adrien stopped panicking and blinked down at Plagg as a grin spread across his face. “Aww, Plagg! You do care!”

“Of course I care, I chose you to be my witch! I’m supposed to take care of you and make sure you don’t accidentally blow up the world because you don’t understand your magic! And instead I fell victim to the seductive evils of camembert! I’m a failure!”

Adrien laughed. “Don’t worry, Plagg, I’ll forgive you. But first, you have to help me figure out what kind of spell it actually was that I activated. I think it’s related to the dream I had.”

Plagg groaned and flew over to the sock lying on the table. “Not the dream!” He draped the sock around himself and inhaled deeply. “You’re probably right,” he mused after a moment. “So, you had a dream about Marinette. Was it a good dream?”

Adrien practically melted. “It was amazing, Plagg,” he said with a wistful sigh. “We were lying on a beach together, and she kissed me and—”

“Ugh, I get it! So, it was a love spell. No real danger, problem solved. Thank cheese.”

“A love spell? Wait, but Plagg, couldn’t that mean that Marinette got affected, too? What if— oh, no,” Adrien gasped. “What if I made her fall in love with me?”

Plagg snorted. “Unlikely. But you know what, if you want to check, your chance is coming up soon. You have lunch with her in just over an hour.”

Adrien shot up from the table. “What!? But I told you to remind me earlier than this! What if I’m late?”

“I did warn you earlier than this,” Plagg huffed. “But you were busy making googly eyes at a piece of toast. Which you then called Marinette when you yelled at me for eating it, for some reason.”

Adrien’s face flushed red. “Plagg! Just help me get ready on time, will you?”

Plagg sighed. “My troubles never end,” he whined. “This is the last time I sign up to be a familiar.”

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#rosie-b writing #ml fanfic #love square #ml au #adrien and marinette are witches but neither of them knows the other is #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #some ladrien too

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Anyways svsss au idea but it's The Little Mermaid, it's not gonna follow the original story per se. Who's the little mermaid? Luo Binghe ofc, he's been BEGGING his dad (yes it's tianlang-jun) to let him go up to the human world but his dad said noooo bcs humans are dangerous (is it bcs binghe's mom was actually human and they killed her with the reasoning that she betrayed humanity by being with mermaids? Um sorry Su Xiyan but you will have to be dead in this one).

It's not like life is that dull for little binghe, there's his older cousin zuzhi-lang and there's also his friends mobei-jun and sha hualing but none of them seems that interested in exploring the human world and he's just so CURIOUS.

And on his 17th bday he practically begged his father to just let him take a peek and he promises he won't go alone, he'll bring his friends and his cousin can join too for extra measure! Surely it won't be that dangerous, right? Tlj finally gave in but on the one condition that binghe must NOT interact with any of the humans.

Binghe is thrilled! He went up and the sun was just setting and the sky was such a beautiful color. And then he noticed the ship. It was majestic, huge, he's seen wreckage of them on the sea bed but he NEVER saw them actually sailing on water and he was awed. He didn't expect a more breath taking sight could ever appear in that same moment but it happened and he saw a young man standing on the ship. He was beautiful with a smile on his lips as he stared out into the ocean.

But then disaster strikes! A sudden storm appeared and the ship somehow got damaged. There was yelling everywhere and binghe wanted to swim over and help but his cousin held him back bcs he promised his father he would not interact with the humans. But then he saw the pretty man fall from the boat and he ignored everything else to go and save that stranger. He managed to save the man and laid him at the beach where he hoped someone would find him.

Zuzhi-lang immediately dragged all of them back as soon as binghe was satisfied that the human would be safe. He didn't hesitate to report it to his uncle and his father got angry (he was worried). Binghe argued that it wasn't just him! He saw mobei save a man too! But mobei never made any promise to not interact with a human so that excuse did not work.

As soon as he could get away, he immediately went to the beach where he had left the man but he wasn't there! Binghe was stressed, did something happened to him? He was tempted to go on land to check it out but someone pulled him back and he's surprised to see mobei glaring at him. His friend asked him what he's thinking and binghe admitted he was worried about the man that he had saved. After having to watch binghe continuing to look increasingly and obviously nervous, mobei could not stand it anymore and asks him why he didn't just use his power to disguise himself as a human.

This surprised little binghe ofc bcs what? Power to disguise himself as human? That's the first he's heard of it. Mobei just explains how the mermaids from the royal blood line all have a special power to turn themselves into human but it doesn't last long and they need to always return to the sea or they would turn to a sea foam and that the disguise can easily be ruined if they come in touch with water bcs scales would show up.

Binghe is intrigued, he's curious, he's excited, he's nervous. He begged mobei to teach him and he only agreed to it after binghe would not shut up about it the whole way back. Now binghe is a great learner, it didn't take him long to learn it and the next day he immediately went up to look for the pretty stranger. Mobei-jun pointed out to him a spot where some clothes are hidden bcs as mbj said "he can't walk around naked" and binghe has no idea how mbj knew about those hidden stash of clothes but he didn't question it bcs there are more important things at hand!

Walking with legs felt weird ofc, this was a first for him. He struggled and practiced to find his balance and when he was confident enough, he went deeper into the land to look for the stranger. It wasn't long before he reached a city and he was mesmerized. The buildings looks nothing like what he's ever seen in the sea, there's so many ppl walking around, he sees little children running around playing, there are writings that he's never seen of and he momentarily forgot what he was there for. Binghe reminded himself that he's there for a mission and he shouldn't stay there too long.

He walked around, he didn't know where to start, there's so many ppl and it's such a big place, where does he even start with? But then he passed by a group of ladies and they were talking about how handsome the young man they just passed is. Binghe didn't question it and immediately ran towards the direction the ladies came from. He almost ran pass but stopped dead in his track when he finally caught sight of the pretty stranger sitting under a tree. He had a slightly annoyed look on his face and had a small frown as he listened to the young man sitting beside him ramble on.

Binghe watched, rooted in spot, as the stranger lightly smacked the other guy with a hand fan. He heard the guy call him something that sounded like "cucumber-bro" and the only thing he could think of was the sea cucumbers. Binghe must've made a sound in confusion because the both of them suddenly turned to look at him. It caught him off guard and he immediately turned to run away when he saw the pretty stranger opened his mouth to say something but instead he ran into another young man and fell down. The young man glared down at him and he heard the pretty man tell him to leave him alone. Binghe felt like his voice is as lovely as his face.

Binghe ran away as fast as he could but he managed to hear something about that newly arrived young man as the pretty man's fiance. It didn't make that much sense to binghe, they didn't look like they were a couple if anything it seemed like there's an air of awkwardness between them! That was when he passed by a few ppl talking about how lucky it is for Liu Qingge to save a pretty man like Shen Yuan and immediately got his hand in marriage as a reward. Someone interjected that Shen Yuan is the lucky one bcs Liu Qingge is obviously a very beautiful guy with great fighting skills. Now little binghe did not know who those people who was mentioned were but he could sense they were talking about the pretty stranger and that guy he ran into! Personally, binghe thinks that whoever marries Shen Yuan is obviously the lucky one, it's not like that guy Liu Qingge looks THAT good! But there were more important details from the conversation that he just heard! Lqg is marrying Shen Yuan bcs he saved him but he didn't! It was Binghe that saved the pretty guy! So if anything, it should be HIM that marries the pretty guy!

Binghe realized it was late and went back to the sea feeling annoyed. How could someone just CLAIM they did something they didn't?! He knew his father would be anxious at him disappearing for so long and would be angry if he knew where he actually was but now is not the time! Binghe escaped to the land every chance he can and sometimes he would find Shen Yuan there at the tree again but sometimes he would have to go home with nothing. Binghe ranted and complained to his friends. How is that fair? It was him that saved Shen Yuan why does someone else get to be rewarded for it! They're tired of his whining about someone else marrying his little crush and shl accidentally suggested that binghe goes visit the sea witch.

Binghe didn't understand, he's heard of the sea witch but he doesn't need powers to be able to turn himself into human. But when he heard about how he could try asking the sea witch for a spell that would let him stay longer on land without water ruining his disguise, he was determined. Mbj glared at shl for that suggestion and she realized her mistake when she saw the determined look on binghe's face. Luo Binghe is a prince and the only child of tlj, what would happen if he found out that they told his son to go make a deal with the sea witch? He would kill them! They tried to change his mind but he would no longer listen to them, he was set on being able to tell Shen Yuan the truth.

A deal comes with a price and binghe lost his ability to talk bcs of it. He's not mute, he's just no longer able to talk unless he gets true love's kiss. He rushes to land and as luck would have it, ran head first into Shen Yuan. He was kind enough to help little binghe up and he immediately recognized him as the boy that's always watching him but would immediately run away if he was spotted. Shen Yuan tried to ask him for his name but lbh despaired when he realized that he could not tell him. Shen Yuan thought Binghe was an orphan because he didn't respond when he asked about where he lives despite seemingly able to understand him.

Shen Yuan took Binghe under his wings and realized hey, this kid seems to not know that many things. He didn't seem to understand a lot of things at the house, even the most basic and simplest things. Shen Yuan tutors teens and kids in his spare time, either teaching them academics or some self defense skill, so it didn't bother him to have another new boy to teach. Though it seemed like the boy is not able to speak, he does learn quickly and it wasn't long before he was able to tell Shen Yuan who his name is through writing. Shen Yuan enjoys the times he spent with his new disciple, he seemed to get along well with the other 2 older kids that often gets tutored by Shen Yuan too. Actually, Luo Binghe seemed to get along with everyone just fine except for one person, Liu Qingge.

Shen Yuan's parents keeps pushing him to set the wedding date but he keeps pushing it back bcs he wasn't ready. He was grateful ofc that Liu Qingge saved him but it wasn't him that decided to get married as a reward! That was his parents! And some things doesn't make sense to Shen Yuan, Lqg claimed to only found him at the beach, he denies being the one to save him but if that was the truth then who saved him? But his parents took it as lqg only being modest and now they're both stuck in this engagement. Still, as stressing as everything is, binghe felt like a breath of fresh air to him. Truly, he never met a guy like that, he doesn't seem to understand a lot of things when he first arrived but he didn't seem dumb.

How long would it take little binghe to finally reveal the truth to shen yuan? Will he ever confess? Will Shen Yuan reciprocate his feelings? Well that will all be revealed if i actually do write this.

#svsss #bingqiu #svsss au #if you're wondering who the guy that mbj saved was and tried to guess it then you're right #it is shang qinghua #and the clothes were from him too #you might be wondering why I'm using the name shen yuan instead of shen qingqiu #well it's bcs the parents i mentioned earlier for shen yuan are actually yue qingyuan and shen jiu #you can try to take that away from me bcs i would NOT let that idea go #and ofc since it's me i would not hold back from sprinkling some angst in this #am i going to make bingyuan go through the same problem and tianxi back then? y-#long post #sorry for it being so long #i didn't expect it either #but here take it if it's anything

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x-emeraldsky-x · 2 months

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The sun was blinding from where they were sitting, the rooftop of the academy holding little protection from the harsh rays. The trees were a cut too short, the clouds straying clear from the burning star, not even the neighbouring buildings helped.

Three newly graduates sat waiting, hiding away behind their hands or arms, the heat tingling their skin as an indication that they'd start to burn soon. One was scowling, cursing under his breath at a man he didn't even know yet. Another was pouting, trying to keep his cool guy facade in front of his peers. The last one sat while holding long hair away from her neck, slumping over with her chin on her hand.

A puff of smoke broke them out of their bored misery, the three of them rushing to look presentable. This was their sensei after all, someone who'd teach them to be Shinobi, and even Sasuke wanted to make a decent impression.

When the smoke cleared, they saw a man who stood proudly on the railing. He wore the same uniform as any other Jounin but he had his left eye covered, the right side of his face was scarred terribly, leading down the exposed part of his neck and carrying to his forearms. He'd look intimidating if it weren't for his gentle smile.

He jumped down and greeted them loudly, his voice was deep but clear in tone. He behaved quite similarly to Naruto when he was excited. He introduced himself as 'Uchiha Obito'.

Upon hearing that, Naruto and Sakura turned to their third, like many kids would. The surname Uchiha wasn't very common anymore. Obito laughed as Sasuke turned with a huff.

"He's my little cousin!" He said, quite cheerfully too. He was very proud of his little Sasuke. "I practically raised him, so I asked the Hokage to let me be his teacher. Much to Sasuke's disgust."

Obito poked his tongue out playfully, recieving an embarrassed glare after Sakura and Naruto giggled.

"I know all about Sasuke, but," Obito kneeled down in front of the trio, focusing on just two. "I don't know much about you two. How about we take turns introducing ourselves. I'll go first!"

He smiled with closed eyes, oddly soft with his expressions considering the trauma on his skin.

Obito went through a list of all sorts of things. Things he liked and things he didn't, his favourite foods and his favourite hobbies, even his favourite type of chakra nature. All were hidden examples of what he wanted to know about them.

Naruto went next, eager to share.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! I'm the son of the fourth Hokage, but that's not very important. Uhm, I like a lot of things! I like ramen, I like cooking with my mum, and I also like to train with my dad! I don't like thunderstorms, they scare me, but I love to write!"

Naruto beamed with excitement, much like his mother would when she herself would talk. Obito chuckled at the nostalgia, Kushina was always a highlight to his training.

Naruto raved on for a while longer, seemingly wanting to cover all his bases before he lost them. Obito made mental notes on everything he could keep up with. Sakura listened quite intently too, smiling softly at Naruto's excitement.

When it came to Sakura's turn, she initially missed the cue due to her focus on Naruto. She scrambled to find her words.

"Oh, uh, I'm Haruno Sakura! I like reading, and studying. Not a big fan of spicy food, it rarely tastes good, but I love eating fruit! I'm not very good at ninjutsu, but I want to help people as a ninja!"

She fidgeted a little with her hands as she spoke, her tone carried a hint of nervousness as well. Obito suspected she wasn't used to being at the forefront of attention. He related quite a bit, he himself was often overlooked by his peers due to being a late bloomer.

"Well," Obito smiled assuringly to both of them. "I'll make sure I can give you the best support I can to help you with your dreams!"

He stood from his crouching position, stretching out his legs to ease the tension, and smiled widely.

"Tomorrow, meet me at training ground number 7! 8am! Oh, and you might want to skip breakfast. The first training sessions gonna be brutal!"

Naruto smirked. "Bring it on, I can handle anything you throw at me, Dattebayo!!"

#sakura haruno #haruno sakura #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #team 7 #kushina uzumaki #minato namikaze #naruto #naruto part 1 #naruto shippuden #obito sensei au #x-emeraldsky-x au

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zecretsanta · 4 months

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to: @goggles-girl

from: @mortellanarts

prompt: A reunion of Aoi and Akane post-ZTD good end

Extra gift!!! Didn’t feel right to have this as the main one because it’s a scene I was already working on for my own fic but I did make you a doodle (with outdated dialogue because I edit sentences. a lot) But yeah I love them here you go enjoy the sneak peek ^•^

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The first thing Akane intended to do, as soon as Carlos put down the gun, was head to the intercom. The only reason she doesn’t head there right away is because Junpei had been more concerned about going to them instead, checking the body, then checking the chamber of the weapon to be, thankfully, devoid of any more bullets. He was still very adamant about keeping it on him, though. Understandable bit of paranoia, which… she might have had a hand in embedding into him just a tiny bit… she’s glad to let him have it over anyone else here at the moment, so it’s fine.

Diana had actually gotten up there first, with Sigma in tow now permanently glued at her side, but she made the nurse hand the radio to her almost as soon as there was any reception. The excuse of her being better spoken was there for decor, no real effort into hiding her intention was going into it and she thinks Sigma can tell, not that he appreciates the tone she just took with his… partner? Crush? Spouse? Whatever their relationship status, all Akane could give a solid thought to at the moment was structuring her sentences on the radio just the way she had arranged with her brother.

Feign a regular distress call while using just the right words of code that he’ll recognize while listening in on the monitored connection, and he’ll know to intervene and locate the source of the radio signal and send a team to pick her up, like they agreed, and he’ll be here and he’ll get her out–

Before she knows it the talking is done.

The little bit of palpable anxiety that she felt start to dread up her neck vanishes as soon as she gets the last word in, certain that Aoi picked up the signal. Now it’s back to regular anxiety that she can easily shove down in order to not display any weakness.

Easier than breathing at the moment, practically second nature.

Turns out they’re still subconsciously dividing themselves into teams, more or less. Mira, Eric and the kid were the first to break from the group, off to the side of the building, at first trying to find cover from the sun themselves and then for Gab’s sake. Surprisingly, Phi had then joined them, uncomfortably sneaking past her own team and sitting down petting the old fluff ball as if he were a therapy dog.

Most urgency they might have had seemed to evaporate along with the dry air outside the facility. Any normal metabolism would burn out from a shock as sudden and drastic as having their already sufficiently overwhelmed consciousness jammed into versions of their bodies with absolutely no time to anticipate. And that’s regardless of any training one could possibly have undergone, a burst of adrenaline like this is bound to mess you up eventually no matter who you are.

What a ragtag assortment of people… Sure, they all agreed to work together now to save the world and everything, but she’s pretty much the only one here who knows the kind of work that implies. At least everyone seems equally and utterly fatigued. It is great news, as long as this provenly volatile mix of personalities doesn’t have any more energy to cause friction or implode in on itself, she’ll manage.

The only thing that is not ideal about that is how she’s included. God, she’s at her wits end. She’s resorted to counting the seconds until Aoi gets here to keep herself awake.

She is, afterall, oh so fond of this place. And this environment. And, best of all, the temperature. It was only the air conditioning that made the coming and going from building Q even marginally bearable. Even in winter this dress is far too heavy and warm- god– okay, where did Jumpy wander off to?

Having since joined the growing line of people forming under the sparse shade around the perimeter of the building, roughly 18 minutes pass of her trying to ground herself by indulging in conversation with Junpei. Who… didn’t seem to have wound down as much as the others himself. There’s a topic to disarm him though, sheepishly talk and tease about the ring she knows to be in his pocket, though he doesn’t want to bring it back out again just yet. Come to think of it, wasn’t one of the other couples talking about marriage proposals at the start of the week…? Weddings weren’t on her list of subjects she expected out of this venture.

Carlos is there too. She has to teach herself to be civil with him if only out of respect for the fact he never did anything to her out of truly bad intentions, even with ample room to do so. Not that she’s fond of people getting in the way out of sheer ignorance either. But, she has to know to cut her losses, and there are certainly good qualities there she could see as very useful to have on her side still.

Then, finally, the cars arrive. She’s already dusting herself off as soon as they come to a stop and of course a bed of white hair poking out of the door is the first thing she sees. Rushing out, he pulls her into a hug so quickly that she’s still piecing together the look on his face as her head rests under his chin. Considering everyone that is still here to see the scene, it’s a bit… much. But she knows she has to let him have this second of comfort. Besides, it’s not like she herself doesn’t feel overwhelmed and grateful for it too, a safe embrace after nearly a full day’s worth of torment. As always, she hides it better, but she clings on just as tight.

“Are you going to tell me what that silence was all about?” When he pulls away just enough so they can look at each other to talk, still gripping her by the shoulders and leaning down a bit, she can tell he didn’t even touch up his hair and, even more telling, had left the house without concealing his eyebags.

“At some point, yes.”

They agreed on several times for daily check-ins. Nothing complex, literally any thought she could easily send his way counted. How many of those did she miss in this timeline? What time is it? What date- Not that- it isn’t hard to believe he’d be worried sick over just one. It’s Aoi she’s talking about, afterall.

And she’s so relieved to talk to him.

“Ok. Are you okay?”

“I'm–!” For a second she sounded so enthusiastic she almost uttered the word, mouthing it but not quite following through the rehearsed motion. Hearing the affirmation crack under her own voice hurt more than expected, but still she cleared her throat and cheered. “–We all made it this once. No one’s, to my knowledge, currently in any need of urgent care… Oh! Right, ehrm… hehe, although we do need to clean up a little mess…”

The little twinkle in her eyes isn’t coming back anytime soon, but she’s trying her best not to falter, to keep the mood from dwindling.

“This- once– yeah- cool, cool, cool–okay… Okay.” The more her choice of words sinks in the more he feels like he dodged a bullet, the more he has to redirect his thoughts elsewhere. “Do I have to know? And what kind of mess are we talking about here?”

She coos as if she doesn’t get what he means immediately.

“Oh-! I don't… I suppose not everything would be relevant for you to know right away, no.”

“Good then.” He places a kiss on her forehead. Priorities. Right now he has to keep focused and match her attempt at levity until further instructions, that’s all.

The near heart attack he had during the time nothing they tried could establish contact was enough of letting his imagination run amok with worst case scenarios. Plus, popping up somewhere completely different in this desert had its own implications, he knew that.

His tone is still too shaky to really sound like a joke.

“Please don’t do the details yet then, alright sis? Beg of you.”

Not only does she look a little dejected by that but the way she looks over to the other people with her leaves an anxious unspoken weight on both their minds. For a second, her breathing goes uneven and she looks like she’s keeping herself from crying.

Not that one could tell just hearing her voice.

“Well, I beg of you to tell me if the air conditioner on these cars was running and if I can sit down without-”

“Fuck, of course, lemme just-”

Even though the desert air pouring into the vehicle as they speak isn’t ideal, the cool interior is just enough relief that she needed to get her bearings back. Aoi quickly pulls some water bottles from somewhere between the seats too.

Then she nods and takes a sip before speaking again. Gesturing more energetically, more theatrically.

And the weight is gone.

#submission #zero escape #ztd #999 spoilers #goggles-girl #mortellanarts #zecret santa 2023

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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We’re Burned for Better

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Carol Peletier

Setting: Commonwealth (Series end, No France)

Warnings: Allusions to child abuse, mention of injuries/scars

Summary: They’ve always survived. Now they’re ready to live.

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It was uncharacteristically quiet on the streets of the Commonwealth. Even the usually jubilant marketplace remained dark and empty long after the sun had poured her rays over the seemingly normal little community. The days that preceded had been filled with uncertainty as the darkest of evils threatened to snuff out the light. Pamela had failed and the people had survived, though not unscathed. On this particular morning, they would rest. They would heal. And then, as they always managed to do, they would move forward.

Ocean blue eyes squinted against the unwelcome light. No, she was too sore, too tired, too done to leave the comfort and safety of such a soft, warm, welcoming bed. Carol raised a hand to her face and scowled from between her fingers at the part in the curtains. She soon gave up and allowed her arm to fall, landing limply across her side. She closed her eyes once more, her fingers brushing across a patch of still sensitive skin just below her sternum. The previous few days had taken a grueling toll on her body. Only a dull ache reminded her of how close they had been to failure before Daryl had stepped up, being the voice that drew opposing sides together.

The mattress shifted and she did not even try to resist the smile that tugged upward on the corners of her lips. Against the protest of sore muscles, she slowly rolled onto her right side to gaze upon the man that shared her bed. Her archer.

His bare back faced her, a myriad of lightened scars telling their tales of a life before and after the end of the world. Instinctively, she reached for him, feeling the raised skin of a particularly intense scar that decorated the area between shoulder blades. ‘Daddy’s belt,’ he had told her. She had bore witness to the tolls life had taken on his body too many times before she had been given the chance to kiss every scar as he told the tales of their origin. Those moments were more intimate than the lovemaking that could have followed but didn't. He had shown enough vulnerability that night and, though she was certain he would have been willing, they spent the night simply lying in each other's arms.

“Daryl.” A whisper as she drew herself closer, molding her front to his back. Her thin shirt did nothing to shelter her skin from his warmth. She found herself hoping she hadn’t woken him after all. Refusing to separate, they had practically crawled upstairs and collapsed after the streets had quieted, physically and emotionally drained after the turmoil of the past few days. A few more hours like this were well deserved and long overdue. She didn’t even try to resist when her eyelids began to droop, his soft breathing and steady heartbeat lulling her into a dreamless but restful sleep.

The sun was well into the sky when she next knew anything. Carol couldn’t remember the last time she had slept in that late. She was even more surprised to find herself still twisted around Daryl. Pressing a featherlight kiss to his shoulder, she smiled against his skin when he began to stir. “I thought you were always up before dawn, Daryl Dixon.”

"Most’a the time.” His voice was thick and laced with sleep. He pulled away slightly to stretch tired limbs before settling back into their previous position. “Ain’t usually in bed with no one neither.” She could almost feel his smirk, but chose to snuggle closer as opposed to the playful smack she thought about giving him.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Carol’s fingers skimming up and down Daryl’s arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She finally allowed her hand to close around his, their fingers lacing together.

Sitting up slightly, Daryl rolled over to face her, their foreheads nearly touching as he laid back on the pillow. He reached for her hand and smiled at her before he began to lazily trace circles into her palm.

“Do you think it’s over?” She whispered.

His smile faded as blue met blue, a plea for reassurance reflecting in her cyan orbs. It was obvious that the question had been expected, but the answer was not at all easy.

“No.” Daryl replied quietly, releasing her hand to cup her cheek. “Maybe this, but somethin’ else’ll come ‘round. Always does.”

“I just— I want a chance at this,” she wrapped her fingers around his and squeezed.

There was a ghost of a smile as she let go only to place her hand on top of the one he held against her face, dragging it over to kiss his palm before she sat up. She stretched and looked at him over her shoulder, accidentally drawing his attention to the skin now visible from the drooping sleeve of her shirt. Carol gave a yelp as he sat up and pulled her back against him.

Dragging his fingers up her arm, he reached her hair and pulled it aside to allow access to her neck. Carol hummed in appreciation, tilting her head. “You know,” she breathed between his gentle pecks against her pulse, “we’ve seen every inch of each other at one point or another but—"

She heard a mumble that sounded dangerously like ‘less talk’ and had to stifle a chuckle. Carol spun to wrap her arms around his neck, finally kissing him with all the fire and passion she felt while pushing him back to straddle his hips. Just as he reached for the hem of her shirt and began to push it up⁠—

"Carol? Daryl?”

Daryl deadpanned. “I hate people.”

"Carol? Are you guys here? Daryl?” Maggie’s voice traveled up the stairs.

“Well.” Her teeth worried at her bottom lip while Daryl scrutinized her with a raised eyebrow. "Some other time, Pookie.” The archer sighed and dropped his head back against the pillow. He wasn’t angry. He was just pouting. She leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose before Judith’s voice traveled up the stairs.

“Are you guys here?”

Carol couldn’t help but laugh as she rolled off the bed with Daryl grumbling and grunting behind her. This was her “normal” life, and now, she was going to live.

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angel-inrealtime · 4 months

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almost makes you wish

I have a terrible habit of finding all these prompt lists and never posting anything I write from them because I blank on like one or two of them, but I think?? I really liked this one

This is day 8 from Yeehawgust 2023: Patrolling the Mojave Little bit of always a girl!Daniel Maxiel circa Melbourne 2023

1170 words of (past)hurt/(present) comfort (TW: mental health discussion, medication)

They’ve had most of the day together, doing promotional videos in Melbourne, when Max texts her his hotel number like she hinted at.

“No dice Maxy, I am out of commission. It’s like patrolling the Mojave desert down there.” Daniel announces as she flops back onto his hotel bed, dramatic as ever.

Max sips his Red Bull and weighs up his options. She looks better for the time at home in the sun, not as gaunt and haunted as she had by the end of last year. Her smile comes easier again like all it needed to do was recharge in the Perth sun. Her hair is longer, curls fanned around her face and down past her shoulders.

A pillow hits him in the face. “Hey, space cadet.” Daniel is leaning up on her elbows, eyeing him almost suspiciously. “I can, like...I can go, if you don’t want to...if this was just for...”

Max tuts and rolls his eyes, tosses the pillow back at her. “I just wanted to see you.”

Her face does something weird as soon as he says it. In true Daniel fashion though, she deflects with humour. “Aw Maxy, lil old me? I’m flattered.”

Max throws her the tv remote and settles on the bed next to her – leaves space for her to decide if she wants to curl up against him. “You of course aren’t old, Daniel.”

“I’m decrepit, Max. A husk. Wasting away right in front of my own eyes.” She’s laughing as she carries on, finds a movie they can put on in the background. “Do I go towards the light?” She grabs his arm, short nails painted red stark again his pale arm.

Max (so fond of her it feels like he could choke on it, actually – because he finds he knows that means she’s testing the waters, seeing if he wants her close) uses her own hand to yank her off balance so she falls against his chest. “No thank you, I think actually that would be very bad.”

She stills for a moment and then it’s like she melts into the contact, nestling into the crook of his arm and throwing one leg over his, easily like they do this much more often than they do. “Yeah, then you’d have to do all of your media stuff by yourself.”

Max rolls his eyes again. “And I would be sad for you to be gone.” His breath stirs her hair as they settle close to each other.

Daniel goes as still as she ever does, and Max can practically hear the wheels in her head turning. Before she pushes herself up so she can look at his face, sitting heavy on his chest like one of the cats back home (Max wants to tell her that Sassy winds around his legs when they’re on the phone and she can hear Daniel’s disembodied voice, and she doesn’t do that for anyone else). “You mean that?”

“Yes, Daniel.” He keeps his voice light, schools his face open. He wants to roll his eyes and ask if she’s really that stupid, or if she really thinks so little of him, but he suspects it’s not the time.

Her lips quirk and she blinks until her eyes aren’t so glassy (Max is secretly glad; he doesn’t like it when she cries – no matter what he does it feels like the wrong thing). “S’good to know.” She says eventually, settling back down and tucking her head under his chin, closer than they were.

“Did…did you think differently?” He asks, hesitant before he decides it might be easier not looking at each other.

She shrugs, but he can feel her picking her thumb nail where the skin is already shredded to pieces. “Not...I mean...I know it in theory. Or...logically, let’s say. Just...sometimes it doesn’t...or didn’t, feel like it, you know? Not from you, just...depression brain, I guess.” She huffs a laugh which is more like a puff of air against his chest. “They make pills for that, though. Turns out.”

Max chews over different words in his head until it’s nearly been too long, he thinks. “You could have said, that it was so bad.” He settles on eventually.

Daniel tuts. “Kinda hard when you don’t even wanna say it to yourself.” She mutters, and then takes a deep breath. Max thinks she’s counting in her head, it’s so measured. “Sorry, I...I know I could have. Thank you. Of course I know.”

“Maybe you don’t, sometimes.” He ventures. “I think of course you are very tough and brave in racing, but you think all the time you have to be that way for everyone.” Max almost holds his breath, worried he’s said too much.

“Wow, exposed.” She mutters after a moment of silence that isn’t quite charged, but its weighty. “Nah you’re...” she rolls onto her stomach so she can look at him, hands on his chest again. “You’re right. I don’t...or, I didn’t always know that, though. I’ve been...working on it, I guess. In therapy and stuff. I’m...trying.”

Max can see something determined in her face that had gone missing, by the end of the last year, ground out of her. He reaches for the curl falling in front of her eyes and nudges it back with the rest. “You of course know there’s nothing wrong with you, though.”

Daniel snorts. “Debatable. That’s the whole...the antidepressants are why I can’t...like I can’t stress the Mojave desert enough.”

“I said already this was okay, Daniel.” Max narrows his eyes at her. “Unless that’s all you came for.”

It’s a calculated risk, to goad her into a response. He’s known her so much of his life, the whole time he’s been an adult. They’ve been doing some form of this for most of that time, too, around girlfriends and boyfriends and racing.

Daniel scowls at him, dark brows drawn together and pout on her full mouth. “Hey! That’s not fair, I just...I missed you, and...”

He grins, so wide it almost makes his cheeks hurt. “You missed me?”

Max has time to register the surprise on her face before she’s even more in his space, nose an inch away from his and her body draped over his chest (if he looked, he knows he’d see straight down the neckline of her shirt – he doesn’t, because it doesn’t feel appropriate, but he does think about it). “You’re a little shit, Verstappen.” Daniel declares, eyes dancing a bit.

His hands naturally fall to her hip and her waist and he tries to look innocent. “I of course learnt from you, so you only have yourself to blame.”

She laughs long and loud and close to his face, and he wakes up to her drooling onto his shirt hours later, TV switched itself to standby. He puts her phone on charge next to his and nudges her under the blankets even though she grumbles about it (but she throws a leg over his, murmurs thanks into the hollow of his throat).

#my fic #max/daniel #maxiel fic #idk for some reason this was so wholly girl!daniel and I couldn't make it otherwise #I like this Max voice tbh #I'm very scared about posting this so I'm rambling in the tags

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0oolookitsme · 9 months

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A Routine

Type- Blurb :)

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 961

Warnings- None!

A/N- Legit the most plotless, intention less, and scene less little blurb you'll ever read. Sorry in advance babes, but bear with me- I'm slowly getting out my writing slump and I'm still in it from head down sooo yeah! Hope you enjoy something about this hahah <3

The sun had just begun to set when Y/n came in from her daily walk. Sweat was dripping down her face, and down her belly as well -- she could feel the beads slipping. The baseball cap she had stolen from Harry's closet hadn't done anything to prevent her skin from sunburning, giving her a reason to mock him for his shitty cap.

Karan squealed as she sat him down to take off his shoes, 'it tickles!' he says. Once done, she lets him climb funnily up the stairs and she followed after him, climbing up slowly with her hand stuck on her belly.

"Slow down there, bub. You seem entirely too energized," she sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be an easy kid to put to sleep tonight.

As soon as the boy reached the top of the stairs, he put his arms up towards her with grabbing hands, babbling on 'mumma-mumma.' Y/n knew what it meant; it was like a daily routine now. They would come home from their walk, he would climb up the stairs, and then ask to her to remove his clothes so that he can go and sit in a bath.

Picking him up with a grunt, she clung him onto her side before moving towards his room. "Gone exactly on your dad, haven't ya? Can't be sweaty for more than a minute," she shook her head with a smile on her face. Though she was quick to tickle him once he giggled, he was quicker to get up and stand on his bed.

She took of his clothes and before he could jump down, she attacked him with the kisses that 'made a funny sound.'

Giggling and a little out of breath, he slipped his body down the bed and quickly walking towards his bathroom.

He had been walking for about 3 weeks now and seeing him walk that fast made Y/n realize that he was soon going to start running too. She slowly walked out of his room, lost and feeling like it was just yesterday that she was moisturizing his knees after all the crawling he had done for the day.

She walked to her room with light feet, going straight to the bathroom and stripping her clothes as the bath filled with water. She had to be quick, because Karan showers quickly and tends to talk to the baby in her belly, just like he had seen Harry do it.

Harry too should be home anytime now, and he too would want to jump in the bath right away after the exhausting practice.

But just as she sits in the bath, the warm water feels so good against her skin that she leans back in the tub, closing her eyes shut once sure that her body was covered with bubbles. The big belly came just a tad-bit above the water level, shining through.

Moving her hands up and down her belly, she sighed with the feeling of contentment. Her brain couldn't help but think about all the different things that she'd buy for this baby, including the matching jumper that all three of them have. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear Karan walking into her room.

"Mum! Fast!" she heard him whine, laughing when he continued with a 'please!'

"Coming bubba! Just a minute!"

It didn't take her long after that to clean the suds off her body and do the other things that she should've already done. Knowing there was a boy squirming outside the door, impatiently waiting for her to read a fairytale to him and the little baby that hasn't even kicked yet.

In a green bathrobe, she went outside only to find Karan sitting on the bed, suddenly busy in organizing the alphabet cards in order. That was enough to distract him long enough for Y/n to quickly rub her skincare products on her face while she rung Harry.

"Yeah, hi... Do you plan on returning home today?"

"Was just about to ring the bell!" His guilty voice echoed in the small room, making her chuckle lightly. "Bye to you too" he trailed off, ending the call shortly after.

After that the long night followed by, with Y/n roasting vegetable and making tacos while Harry started his part of housework by doing the dishes, cleaning the slabs and warming up Karan's bottle milk. "I can't believe this. Feels like just yesterday he needed us to feed him and today he's ready to eat a soft freaking tortilla cut in half!"

Ever since Y/n has gotten pregnant again, it's more often that they realize how fast Karan is growing up. Already preparing for the second baby's meal plans and late nights spent in trying to shush their crying, makes them feel like what is Karan doing, if not pooping in his clothes, spilling whatever he eats down his chin?

It's weird, to see him give them signs when he's about to poop and tell them when he wants to eat ice-cream. The one word he clearly spoke the most often, was 'mumma!' It was his first word even, and now he can conjure up words in quite an order to get his message across.

It took some time for Karan to go to sleep as he stubbornly wanted to listen to the whole story. But that also meant that he was out like a light the moment Harry switched the lights off of his room.

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buckysgrace · 11 months

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Thirty Nine

“Are we almost there?” Kim was panting, trying to keep up with the three people ahead of her. Billy, who was walking at the top of the line in a brisk manner, glanced back at her and she swore she didn’t see one bead of sweat on his forehead. Max was right behind him with Neil a fair distance behind her. Kim was dragging to keep up, her mother even further behind her as she debated about crawling up the rest of the hill.

“There’s like another mile,” Billy spoke after pulling out his map to look. Kim didn't think it was fair that he looked so good. His hair was blowing in the wind, something Neil kept badgering about, and the sun just seemed to radiate off of his warm body. She was sure there wasn’t one pale mark on his entire body. He wore his black sleeveless shirt, showing off his broad arms and tattoo that rested there. Neil had complained about that as well, “Can you make it?” He looked at her unsure as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Is it really worth the view?” Susan finally caught up to her daughter, breathing hard as she crouched down in a similar stance, “We’ve been walking for hours. Isn’t this good enough?” Susan shielded her eyes from the sun to look at her husband.

“Mom,” Max looked amused as she spoke up. She was wearing one of Billy’s old caps and had white smudges of sunscreen around her nose, “It’s only been like 45 minutes.” From the way Kim’s insides were squeezing and the way her legs were clamping together she thought it would’ve been a lot longer than that. She didn’t understand how people got pleasure from walking up steep hills. She felt like she’d take one wrong step and end up tumbling to the bottom.

Neil sighed as he turned, facing towards the two struggling girls before making his way towards them, “I can take them back.” The fear of walking back alone with only her mom and Neil sounded worse than having a thousand rocks and trees slam against her body.

“What?” Kim tried to control her breathing, “I want to see the top. I just needed a little break.” She did her best to straighten up without acting like she was in complete agony. She had worn the wrong shoes. That was for sure.

“Alright,” Susan looked a bit confused at her daughter’s determination, knowing she was struggling just as bad, but seemingly shrugged it off, “We’ll just head back to the house then.” Susan nodded at Neil, looking more than happy to turn around as she rested her hands on her hips. Neil walked too close to Kim’s comfort, nudging her shoulder as he did so. A chill settled over her as she wiped at her shoulder, heading up towards the other two.

“You’re going to drag us down.” Max told her as Kim took the aching steps towards them. She waved her off, smiling and pretending like she was fine. The back of her legs was burning so badly she thought they might snap in half.

“I’m fine,” She took a deep breath, ignoring the way Billy watched her, “You guys stay to your pace, and I’ll stay to mine. It’s fine.” She repeated. She’d be more than happy finding a rock to sit on and waiting for them to finish. Just as long as she wasn’t stuck alone with Neil and her mother.

“We can take it slow,” Billy tugged on the back of her ponytail softly, smiling encouragingly at her, “You’ll make it up fine.” Their definition of slow was a lot different than hers, she soon found out. She blamed herself for not doing more in gym class. Her muscles were weak, unused and straining from how hard she was using them.

“Are they out of sight?” Kim was practically pulling her way up on the rocks now, crawling up the hill like a toddler. Max glanced back behind them, giving Kim one last disappointed look.

“Yeah, they’re underneath the tree line.” Max spoke up. Kim felt a grumble leave her mouth as Billy hoisted her back onto her feet. She found herself beginning to protest at how exhausted her legs felt before she was lifted into the air, placed on his back like the night of the fair.

“Jesus,” He groaned, and she wasn’t sure if she should be offended or not. She decided to blame it on the steep hill, “You owe me.” Her legs dangled to his sides as she held onto him. She would’ve been more than happy to wait until he returned with Max, but almost liked this idea better.

“Watch that rock.” She pointed out at the exact time he took a step over it. He glanced back at her, irritated but she could see the amusement swimming in his eyes. Still, she smiled sheepishly at him.

“I can still leave your ass.” He reminded her as they made their way up the hill. Max turned to her, with a small smile at her face. Kim shrugged. The younger girl had bet that Kim wouldn’t make it up the hill and it looked like she was wrong. She didn’t say that she had to walk on her own, there were always loopholes.

“Oh, it is neat up here.” Max exclaimed as she ran the rest of the way up. Kim was amazed, wondering if she should’ve taken gym class more seriously. Billy groaned, adjusting her thighs in his hands before following her up. Kim squeezed his shoulder softly, appreciating his gesture of good will. Billy slowly lowered her down to the ground as she tried to balance herself on shaky legs. She hoped the way down would be easier.

Kim was sure she had never seen so much green before. All kinds of different shades and textures that overlapped and faded against each other nicely. It was hard to see where the trees ended and where the ground began. It looked like a sea of green, never ending. She watched as the forest seemed to breathe, all of the leaves wiggling in unison as the breeze swept up towards them. It tickled her face, wiping away any sweat that she had gained.

“See,” Billy smiled from next to her, pushing against her shoulder softly, “Definitely worth the view, right?” She nodded in agreement but still didn’t think she could make it up this hill again. Not even in her dreams.

“It’s beautiful,” She watched the way the breeze carried his hair. He looked peaceful again, like he did in his sleep, “Do you like to hike?” Max was sitting close to the edge, leaving both of the older teens to peer at her in case she fell. Kim had a hard time trying to imagine how to explain that to their parents.

“I used to hike around the coastline in San Diego. When I ran for track, we used to hit up a lot of those places too.” She turned to look at him again, feeling her eyebrows furrowing together. It was sad that for as long as she had known him, through everything that they had gone through, he was still like a stranger towards him. She clung onto every word like it would be his last.

He didn’t say anything else, to her dismay. She wanted to dig around for information about him but decided against it. She didn’t want to change his expression, make him look any less happy than what he did right now. Max rose, pointing towards the sky.

“Look at the clouds, is it going to rain?” She grumbled. Kim felt like she could understand. It would suck that it took all of this time to get up here, just for the rain to rush them away. Billy looked towards the sky as both of the girls watched him.

“What? How the fuck am I supposed to know what kind of cloud that is?” He looked between the both of them in confusion. Kim bit her lip to hide her smile forming as she looked up at the graying sky. She wondered why on Earth Neil would pick this day to go hiking if it was going to rain. He was such a control freak over everything, she was sure he’d be able to tell when it was going to rain.

“We probably need to head back.” Kim took a drink of her water bottle, watching the way Max kicked at rocks in protest. One of the small rocks bounced off of the side of the hill just as thunder roared around them. She had no idea that the skies could turn so blue to damp and gray so fast. Max jumped a bit, turning to walk back down the hill.

“I’m not getting electrocuted today.” She glanced back towards the older teens, not wasting any time as she followed the path back down. Kim was steady in her movements, afraid of toppling forward.

“Just stay on the path!” She shouted towards the younger girl as she glanced at Billy, “There’s no way I’m making it down the hill that fast unless you drag me.” He chuckled, walking slowly with her.

“I’d carry you, but I think we’d be too top heavy,” He admitted, glancing around, “I think we’re fine taking our time though.” He took her by surprise, swooping his large hand against hers. She felt her cheeks burning as he intertwined their fingers together. There was a familiar jolt of electricity traveling up her hand and she wondered if he could feel the same thing she could. She tried not to appear too giddy as he turned to look at her.

“Yeah, I like the rain anyways.” She admitted, using her other hand to tuck her hair out of her face. Billy smirked mischievously at her, like he had his own little secret.

“I know,” He told her seriously, leaving her a bit stunned. She wanted to know what else he knew about her that she wasn’t aware of. She wondered if she was truly like an open book, whereas he was closed off and unattainable, “I remember Susan yelling at you for laying out in the rain.” She felt her cheeks getting hot again.

“It feels nice,” She felt herself defending, trying not to focus on how good his skin felt against hers, “It’s relaxing too.” She told him, watching him curiously. That had been right after Neil and her mother married, right after they moved into his house. She didn’t understand how he could remember such a small detail.

“I’m sure it is,” He teased, turning to the left as he tugged on her hand so she could follow him. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, following him off of the path, “Let’s rest over here for a moment.” She wasn’t sure if it was safe, as the sky only seemed to grow darker and angrier. She followed him anyways, deciding she’d rather be unsafe with him than being safe and all on her own.

“Are we alone?” He just nodded, moving his hand away from hers so he could cup her face. His lips moved against hers with depravity and desperation. He acted as if he hadn’t kissed her in years as he pressed her body up against him. She felt a familiar warmth growing in her chest as she moved her lips against his, just as needy. He moved his hands towards her shirt, pulling it over her head in one motion. She glanced around, a bit nervous at the thicket of trees around them. She wouldn’t truly know anyone was around with how crowded everything was.

“It’s okay,” He muttered as he unstrapped her bra, looking at her reassuringly, “We’d hear people if they were near.” She thought about mentioning how hunters were supposedly really quiet, but her thoughts abandoned her at the feeling of his tongue licking across her nipple. She gaped at the rough, wet feeling. She had been so desperate to feel him yesterday that she almost didn’t care if anyone found them.

She helped him pull her shorts and panties off over her hips, wincing a bit as a sharp rock poked into her back. He grinned, taking a hold of her hands to adjust her on her hands and knees. She peaked over her shoulder, watching as he fiddled with his pants to pull them down over his thick thighs, “This is a bit better.” She wasn’t fully happy that he wasn’t undressed but kept quiet as he smacked the side of her bottom. She squealed, hearing it echo in the trees around them. She looked at him worried, knowing there were no fireworks to cover the sounds of them.

“Did your tight little cunt miss me?” He asked gruffly, leaning over her back as he rubbed the head of his cock along her wet folds. She gasped softly, closing her eyes at the feeling. She had missed a lot more than just his cock but didn’t dare mutter that into existence.

“Yes,” She whimpered softly as he slowly slid his cock inside the entrance of her wet heat before quickly retreating it and dragging it along her wet folds again, “Missed your cock so much.” She sighed in relief as he slowly stuffed his cock inside of her, drawing out each throbbing inch of him. She gasped at the ground, feeling dirt push into her nails. She didn’t care, too depraved as she realized she was finally getting what she had been dying to have.

“Fuck,” He hissed out, grabbing a hold of her hips as he tugged her hips closer to him. She moaned loudly, unable to help it as he bottomed out inside of her. She could feel his heavy balls pressing against the back of her thighs as he held her up against him. She kicked her shoes against the ground, desperate to feel more of him, “Holy fuck.” He breathed out again, pulling out slowly before slamming into her hard.

“Billy,” She whined pathetically as he teased her. She knew he wanted it as badly as she did. She wanted him to fuck her hard, to take her against the ground like an animal. She didn’t care about marks or anything else, “Fuck me, Billy. Please, please.” She pleaded, almost feeling like she could cry from the torment. She could feel him throbbing inside her.

“Naughty little cock slut,” He criticized as he smacked her ass again. She embraced the sting, wanting even more from him, “Already begging for my cock and I’ve barely done anything.” He teased, watching the way she was trying to grind back against him. She whimpered when he held her hips still in place.

“I need it,” She cried out, kicking her feet again like she was throwing a tantrum, “You make me feel so good, please, please make me feel good.” She looked over her shoulder, her face clenched in pleasure as she watched him. He was biting his lip, staring down at her lustful form as he squeezed her hips hard. She was about to begin pleading again when he slammed her hips against him harshly.

He stopped teasing her after that, dragging her onto his cock at a brutal pace as her knees slid against the rocky ground harshly. She didn’t care, too enthralled at the feeling of him moving inside of her wet pussy. She didn’t care about her loud moans or the sounds that were coming between her legs. She licked her lips, feeling sweat dripping from her body as he held onto her tightly.

“You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?” He teased her, tugging on her hair as he ground his hips deeper into her fluttering cunt. She gaped, feeling his tip press into that bundle of nerves as her toes curled in her shoes. She shook her head, trying to speak between her moans.

“I’m good,” She tried to convince him, digging her hands into fists along dirt and grass, “I’m your good girl.” She panted out desperately, her clit throbbing in agreement as he hit her g-spot with each thrust. He was rocking into her at the perfect angle, and she felt like screaming out in awe because of it. She was sure if she did that, they would attract attention that they didn’t need.

“Do good girl’s let their stepbrother’s fuck them while mommy and daddy wait below?” He hissed out, rolling his hips forward again. She nodded eagerly, feeling her cheeks warming.

“Yes,” She breathed out, feeling her heart lurch in her chest when he gripped her chin harshly, tilting her face back so she could watch him. She felt like in this angle he looked like an angel. The rays from the sun casted a perfect halo around his blonde hair and danced off of his tan skin, “They do.” She promised, nodding her head again. He kissed her hard, drowning her moans out with his lips as he fucked into her harshly. She felt something digging into her knee, causing her a small amount of pain but she ignored it. It was easy to draw out any pain when he had his cock pulsing inside of her.

“Fuck, fuck,” He pulled away, breathing his minty breath across her face, “Gonna fill this little cunt with my cum.” She was nodding again, agreeing with him. She liked the feeling of his cum dripping out of her, she wanted it badly as he moved his hips even harder. She was moaning, closing her eyes tightly as she felt herself clenching around him. She was gaping, fighting off being too loud as her stomach clenched in awe. She squealed, kicking her feet in pleasure this time as she came undone around him.

“Billy!” She cried out as she moved her hips back against him, moving desperately as she rode down from her high. Billy was breathing hard on top of her, grunting loudly as his hips began to stall against her. He squeezed her sides hard, coating her walls with his warm liquid. She breathed in awe, still grinding back softly as they came down from their highs.

“You’re so bad,” He smacked her ass again, chuckling at the small sounds she made, “My little bad girl.” She still shook her head, denying him completely. She didn’t know why it bothered her to be called a bad girl.

“I’m good,” She hissed softly as he pulled out of her. He was quick to pull her panties and shorts back up over her hips, not wanting their mixture to drip out. She bit her lip, hoping to hide her face of pleasure at the feeling, “I’m always good.” She nodded as she encouraged herself. He laughed, dressing himself quickly before he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I guess,” She felt herself pouting as he spoke again. He helped her dress quickly, fiddling with her bra, “You’re my good girl.” He said again, his blue eyes drifting up towards her softly as he gave her another soft peck. Her heart was beating happily when he held her slide her shirt back on.

She took time, glancing down between them to make sure that she was wearing her correct clothing. She didn’t want to show up at the cabin with one of his socks on. It would only make everything worse between her and her mother. She was sure by now; Susan was already freaking out. She didn’t let the thoughts get her day down. She wanted to spend as much time with Billy as she could until she was forced to pretend like everything was normal.

The weather had different ideas. The small amount of sunshine that they had left disappeared into clouds of gray. They both looked up for a moment before the rain began to come down along with the gentle roll of thunder. Kim laughed in glee, pulling her hair out of her ponytail as she let the rain soak into her skin.

“Shit,” Billy cursed as they looked around them. Thunder rolled again, dancing around them, “My shoes.” He groaned, looking down at the pair he had on his feet. Mud was already forming around them but Kim didn’t care, feeling giggly as she watched his blonde hair turn darker from being wet.

“You know,” She pushed her damp hair out of her face, letting the rain sink into her hair and skin, “I always read that a kiss in the rain would be romantic.” She glanced up into his eyes, looking at the mischievous look that was floating around in the blue color. He pulled her towards his chest.

“Do you want to test that out?” He asked, wrapping his hands around her waist softly. She took a hold of his jaw softly, caressing his strong structure in her soft hands. She looked at the way the rain trickled down his face, and the droplets that collected across his thick eyelashes. She bit her lip softly, nodding her head eagerly.

He dipped his head down, pressing his lips against hers softly. He was so soft; she almost couldn’t feel him touching her. She dipped her head up, pulling him closer towards her almost frantically. She liked tasting mint and smoke on his tongue, it brought up a feeling in her chest that she wasn’t sure how to explain. It made her feel safe, like she belonged right there against him. He brought his hand to the back of her neck, playing with her wet curls as he caressed her skin with his other hand.

She giggled when he pulled away as thunder crackled down around them. She wasn’t sure if it was safe to be outside when it was raining this hard, but she didn’t care. As long as she was with him, she’d be okay. He traced his thumb across her bottom lip, admiring her for a moment.

“It was nice,” She spoke up slowly, liking the way his skin felt against hers. The raindrops were sliding down her reddened cheeks as she looked up towards him. Something felt right in the moment, like she was meant to be where she was right now. All of her worries about them and their situation seemed to wash away with the rain down the side of the hill, “Really nice.” Her breath hitched in her chest as she barely finished her words before he was on her again. His lips moved against hers, slow and sweet, like he was savoring the taste of her.

Her hands snaked around his firm waist as he used one hand to cup her cheek and the other one to hold the back of her neck as he pulled her closer to him. Her body was tingling with different emotions and feelings that she didn’t quite understand, but she liked it. She liked the way he kissed her and held onto her as the rain poured on around them. It was like no one else existed, like it was just them.

“We should get back,” He was the first to pull away, but she was still moving forward, desperate for the feeling of his lips on hers again, “Before they start questioning where we’re at.” She nodded in agreement, watching the way his eyes flickered down towards her plump lips. It was like they were pulled out of their own fantasy.

“Okay,” She moved her hands away from him, feeling her whole body screaming in protest. It was like the lines between them had been twisted and tangled and there was no way to fix it without ripping the lines apart harshly. So that’s what she did. She took two large steps back, letting Billy’s hands fall to his sides, “Let’s go then.” It pained her to say the words, feeling an ache deep in the bottom of her heart as she headed back towards the path. His blue eyes followed her steps.

“Don’t fall,” He teased as she slid around a rock. It was a lot harder walking when she felt like her legs could give out at any moment. It wasn’t from the exercise or from her session with Billy, it was something else. Her heart thumped even harder when he took her hand in his and didn’t let go, “I’ll get my ass beat for sure.”

She wasn’t sure what to say, or what else to add to the conversation. She feared if she opened her mouth that she might say the wrong thing and scare him away. She wished she had the ability to express everything she had been thinking, how much he truly meant to her. She snapped her head away from his concentrated expression as they walked. She thought of their conversation yesterday and knew that she wouldn’t get any kind remarks back if she told him any of those things. She wasn’t going to let her bother her mood, she was determined to still be happy with what she had.

It hurt to walk back, her knees still sore from being dragged along on the dirt ground and her legs straining to hold her body up. She was sure she’d wake up feeling worse in the morning. She ignored the feeling, instead focusing on their laced hands as they made their way down the hill. It made her giddy, thinking that she could pretend for at least a few minutes that they were different people. That they wouldn’t have to go back and pretend like there was nothing between them.

When they began to approach the cabin, Billy dropped her hand. She knew why, but it still hurt her heart. She wanted to hold his hand more than anything. She thought that they fit together well, almost like they were puzzle pieces. They walked up towards the cabin and Kim looked at the porch swing where Neil and Susan were chatting. She wondered what they talked about when no one else was around. Kim had never heard Neil say anything romantic towards her mother since they had been together.

“What happened to your knees?” Susan exclaimed, sitting up from the porch worried as she looked at her daughter’s skinned knees. Kim looked down, noticing a trail of blood that was dripping down her leg. She pushed her wet hair out of her face.

“I fell,” She felt embarrassed as she glanced at her mother nervously, “When we were going over the bridge, I tripped.” She nodded her head, trying to buy her own story as Billy fiddled with his hands in his pockets. Neil stared at her hard, inspecting her legs.

“Looks like it was some fall.” Neil spoke dryly, looking like he didn’t believe her. She forced a smile, trying to keep it on her face as thunder crackled around her. She shrugged as her mother approached her, squatting down to get a better look at her scraped knee.

“Yeah, my shoelaces came untied,” She lied, watching the way her mother was observing her knees. She was hoping there was no way to tell that she had been dragged along the ground repeatedly, “I’ll go clean it up.”

“We had a first aid kit in our bathroom, under the sink,” Susan spoke offhandedly before she rose from the ground, “Check in yours too. Otherwise, you can use ours.” Susan sent her a bright smile that Kim returned warily. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to know why her mom had already needed the first aid kit.

“I can help you,” Billy almost insisted, glancing towards his father, “I’ll go get it.” He mumbled, walking inside first. She glanced at her mother one last time, doing a quick search of her face and arms before following Billy upstairs. It was hard. Her legs burned with each step, making her feel like her legs were jelly.

“You should come back down so we can watch a movie,” Max stopped her as she was halfway up the stairs. Kim glanced back down curiously, “I found a bunch!” Max shouted happily. It looked like she had been lucky enough not to get caught in the rain.

“Sure,” Kim nodded at her younger sister, “It sounds like fun.” Max was rushing towards the TV stand, beginning to dig through a box of different movies.

“Come on,” Billy looked down at her from the top of the stairs, holding a white plastic box in his hands, “There was one in there.” She nodded, taking the rest of the painful steps upstairs until she reached him.

“I’m going to wash it off in the tub,” He looked stiff as she walked past him. She wasn’t sure why as she kicked her socks. She turned the water on, getting it lukewarm before she started to wash the dirt and blood from her knees. It hurt, but not bad enough that made her want to cry, “I think this just means I belong inside.” She teased as she began to dry her knees off with a towel. She looked over her shoulder, feeling her heart drop at the sight of him.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him with worry. He looked withdrawn; his eyes sorrowful as he watched her. He watched her slowly before speaking up, handing her the white box. She took it softly, watching the hard lines forming on his face as he stared down at her wounded knee. She didn’t think of it as being any worse than a scrape. It reminded her of the injuries Max got while riding her skateboard, easy to fix.

“I hurt you,” Billy looked disappointed in himself, “You trusted me, and I hurt you.” She looked up at him, finishing drying her leg off before she placed a Band-Aid on her scraped knee. She felt bad, knowing what this meant for him. She didn’t want him to hurt or to feel bad for anything that he had done. She truly felt like she was fine.

“You didn’t, no, this wasn’t you,” She tried to tell him earnestly, “It was from the ground. You didn’t do anything to hurt me on purpose, I promise. It’s like when I scratched you so hard that you bled. Same thing.” She reassured him, reaching for his hand and squeezing. He let his arm dangle between the two of them, not fully holding her hand back. She kept her grip on him, watching him in a way that she hoped he would understand that she meant it.

“Can I see your knee?” He asked softly as he sat on the edge of the tub with her. She flaunted her leg out dramatically, showing him where she had it bandaged. It stung the more she moved it but she hid her wince, knowing that was the last thing that he needed to see.

“See, it’s fine,” She told him, watching the way he traced his fingers around her knee, “It’s like a cool reminder.” She grinned at him, but he still didn’t seem enthused. It made her feel worse, knowing he was comparing himself to his dad at the moment. She scooted forward, kissing the side of his cheek.

“It looks like it hurts.” He sounded like he was trying to convince him that she was hiding her pain, like he was some monster. It made her hurt in a way she couldn’t understand. She didn’t like to think about what horrible thoughts were going through his head.

“Billy,” She sighed through her nostrils before exhaling deeply, “It’s just a little scratch and it’s not like it was on purpose. Seriously, I’m fine. I didn’t even notice it bleeding the whole way back so think about it, it can’t hurt that bad.” She was speaking as gently as she could, hoping she could penetrate through the thick walls he had placed back up around him. She didn’t want him to shut down around her again.

“You’re sure?” He looked at her with his intense blue eyes, unwavering his gaze as he awaited her answer. She nodded, letting him see that she wasn’t lying.

“I promise,” She set the white box down and squeezed his hand, “Accidents happen, it’s not something to beat yourself up over. Some things are out of our control.” HIs thumb traced circles across the outer edge of her palm as he looked down at their linked hands. She watched the way his shoulders rose and fell, so gently as he breathed in her words. She had no problem waiting, she could wait forever as long as it meant that he understood.

“Okay,” He said at last, not looking quite as angry anymore. She glanced at the door, wishing she hadn’t left it open. She wanted to kiss away each of those lines to show him that there was truly nothing to be upset about, “Do you want to go watch that movie?” His voice was soft as he spoke and she nodded quickly, willing to do anything with him.

“Let me get out of these wet clothes,” She nudged him softly with her foot, liking that he at least didn’t look so crestfallen anymore. He almost reminded her of a wet kitten, sad but always with his claws ready to fight, “I feel like I went swimming again.” She crossed the room to shut the door, making sure she walked normally so he could see just how well her leg still worked. She turned around, watching as his eyes raised from her injured knee back to her face.

“Is that your excuse to see me naked?” He smirked cockily. She scoffed, feeling her cheeks reddening again. This was better than how he was.

“You wish,” She smiled over her shoulder then quickly looked away, noticing how he was still staring at her. She quickly slid out of her wet clothes, half expecting him to grope her again. She felt her eyebrows furrowing when it never came and she glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that he was still with her, “You okay?” She asked him, noticing how he seemed like he was zoned out. He blinked, seemingly snapping out of it as he nodded towards her before beginning to change himself.

“I’m fine,” He spoke faintly as he bounced his foot on the floor, “Just need a smoke.” He muttered under his breath. She felt her eyebrows raising high onto her forehead, realizing he really hadn’t smoked that much since they had been here. She finished dressing herself, putting her wet clothes into a bag and holding it towards him so he could do the same. She could wash everything again.

“I should’ve brought the rest of those M&M’s,” She spoke wistfully as she thought of the bag, she had left on the coffee table. She was sure Neil had probably disposed of them the morning they were leaving, “I want something sweet.” She mumbled. He bit his lip, staring down at her as they headed downstairs. She held the bag in one hand, hoping it wouldn’t drip onto the wooden floors.

“We could make more s’mores later?” He offered, walking a few steps ahead of her as they walked back to the living room. She smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“I ate the rest of the chocolate,” She mumbled, “I couldn’t help it.” It had just been laying there last night when she had snuck down to get a glass of water. She remembered she had been freaked out about the deer heads again, they looked twice as creepy at night. That’s when she saw the bars of chocolate just sitting on the table. Billy laughed loudly, drawing Max’s attention towards them.

“They had Rocky,” Max shrugged her shoulders but was looking towards Kim as she spoke, “I thought it would be a good one to watch.” Kim shrugged, not really caring as long as it wasn’t horror. She figured Neil wouldn’t allow them to watch a horror movie anyways.

“I’m going to smoke really quick,” Billy reached towards the kitchen table where he had left his pack of cigarettes and lighter, “Don’t start it without me.” He warned Max playfully as he stepped outside. Kim had a strong urge to follow him but didn’t. She watched as the door shut behind him and listened to the sound of his footsteps crossing across the wooden porch.

“Kimberly, come here,” Susan was waiting for her by the master bedroom door. Kim looked towards her confused but nodded, passing by Max who was fiddling with the TV in the living room. She walked into their room, looking behind her confused when Susan shut the door and locked it. Neil was sitting on the edge of the bed. Kim felt her veins rush cold as she looked at her mother.

“What’s up?” Kim couldn’t fight the anxious feeling that flitted throughout her. She felt like she had done something wrong, like she and Billy had been seen. Kim couldn’t see why else Neil would need to be involved. She felt sick, glancing away from Neil’s eyes as he observed her.

“I did get an appointment set up for you, but we’re going to make a deal,” Susan stopped rustling through the bag as she sat at the edge of the bed. She patted the spot next to her, willing her to join her. Kim felt a panic take a hold of her, unsure of why she would bring this up in front of Neil. She sat hesitantly, far from Neil, waiting for her mom to explain more, “Every month you need to take one of these.” Susan held a box out towards Kim, and that's when Kim spotted the bruises her mother bore around her dainty wrists. Kim's stomach sank as she took it slowly, reading the box stunned.

“A pregnancy test?” She was shocked, horrified even as she stared at her mother with widened eyes. Susan nodded stiffly, glancing towards Neil before she faced her daughter again. Kim ignored his presence completely and was very sure that he was glaring at her.

“It’s just another precaution, you know if you’re having sex, we just want to make sure that you’re actually being safe,” Susan was speaking softly but Kim was having none of it. She was embarrassed, mortified that her mom thought it was okay to speak about this subject in front of Neil, “A baby is a big risk.” Susan tried to reach for her hands, but Kim was too numb to hold onto her. She could feel tears forming in her eyes.

“Your mother is trying to say that we don’t need to raise a baby. If you’re going to be a big enough whore to be on the pill, you can take a pregnancy test once a month. Understood?” Neil’s voice was sharp like knives, cutting straight into her. She didn’t face him, staring ahead at the wooden floor so she could try and control herself from crying. She hated him, she hated her mom right now too. She was sure this was Neil’s idea, but her mother should’ve known better than to go along with it, “Did you hear me?” His voice sounded sterner. She nodded her head stiffly, wincing at how afraid she felt.

“I just had my period.” She sounded weak as she spoke. The back of her throat was burning as she swallowed hard, trying to keep from bursting into tears. She was picking at the skin on her fingers now, too humiliated to look at Neil. He scoffed.

“Doesn’t mean anything, don’t be a little bitch about it. You want to spread your legs; you can deal with the consequences.” Neil’s tone was louder as he spoke, sounding more irritated and Susan flinched in her spot next to Kim. She knew he didn’t have a lot of patience. She glanced at her mom for help, but Susan was staring at the floor, looking withdrawn. Kim stared at her for a moment, sure that Neil was doing something to her.

“Okay,” She sounded hoarse as she tried to answer them. She held onto the box, squeezing softly, “Do I take this now, or?” She looked at her mom, ignoring the guilt that was written on her mom's expression. She was too mad to care at the moment.

“Just in there,” Susan motioned towards their private bathroom, “We can check it together.” Kim walked there, beginning to shut the door behind her when Neil stood.

“Leave it open so we know you’re not lying,” He told her, sounding strict like this wasn’t up for debate. Not only did her mother throw her under the bus, but now she would have to pee in front of Neil, “I’ll turn away.” Kim looked towards her mother in dismay, but Susan ignored her, staring at the patterns on the wooden floor instead. Kim wanted to cry.

She was nervous, glancing every few seconds to make sure that neither of them was watching her. She could still feel the wetness between her legs from earlier and prayed that these tests weren’t affected by sperm as she realized she was still coated in Billy’s spunk, “I just pee on it?” She asked her mother quietly, biting back her tears. Susan nodded her head stiffly, not saying anything.

Kim was shaking as she did so. When she finished, she wrapped it in toilet paper, afraid that Neil would yell at her for placing it somewhere else. She cleaned herself and washed her hand, waiting as she watched the two adults.

“It should just be a couple of minutes,” Susan mumbled, and Kim could see the way her shoulders were shaking, how her eyes were glistening, “Then we’ll know.” Kim felt bad, wondering how much of this was actually her mom’s idea. Still, she was so angry. Neil would’ve never known about Kim wanting to get on birth control unless her mom said something. It was awkward, standing there in hushed silence. Susan couldn’t look at her daughter, but Neil stared at Kim the whole time. She knew she wasn’t pregnant, but wondered what he would do if she was. She was sure Billy wouldn’t be able to protect her from Neil’s wrath then.

“Here,” She held it high for the two of them to see, proving that it was negative, “Happy?” She hadn’t meant to snap but it came out anyway. Neil glared at her.

“Watch the fucking tone,” He threatened, looming near her, “It’s not your mother’s fault you want to be a whore. You can go now. Go.” He repeated, nudging his head towards the door. She flinched and nodded, not even looking at her mom as she rushed out of the room. She felt angry brewing in the pit of her stomach as humiliation and brutal swirled inside of her chest. She wanted to cry.

She stomped upstairs, ignoring the concerned looks from Billy and Max. She thought about slamming the door shut behind her but decided against it, not wanting to attract any more attention from Neil. She shut it softly, gripping her hands tightly as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her throat burned until she couldn’t hold it in anymore, letting the tears fall from her eyes and drench down her cheeks.

“You okay?” Her shoulders sagged as Billy’s voice echoed into the room. She sniffled hard, trying to control her breathing as she nodded stiffly.

“I’m fine.” It hurt to even say. She swallowed down another lump of tears, dragging her sock across the wooden floor. The bed shifted as he sat down next to her. His touch was soft, almost awkward as if he didn’t know what to do as he rubbed circles into her back.

“No, you’re not,” He told her softly, “What’s wrong?” There was something comforting in his tone, something that told her that he was genuinely worried for her. It provided her some solace, making the ache in her chest not feel as bad.

“Life is terrible, and I hate everyone.” She cried out, feeling like she was seconds from breaking down into heavy sobs. She felt Billy stiffen next to her, his hand sliding away from her back.

“What’s that?” Billy’s voice was higher pitched than usual. Kim looked at him confused, before realizing she had run off with the test in her hands. She widened her eyes, realizing what he must be thinking.

“It’s negative,” She breathed out quickly, looking up at him with reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks, “Mom and Neil are making me take one every month.” Billy winced, looking up from the plastic stick to her face again.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly, an unpleasant expression crossing his face. She wondered what he was thinking.

“It’s not your fault,” She stood, heading towards the bathroom and disposing of it. She scrubbed at her hands, “She told him I wanted to get on birth control. How could she do that?” She dried the water from her hands, scrubbing them on the towel in anger. Billy looked up at her, a look of uncertainty on his face.

“Are you wanting me to answer you honestly or just tell you what you want to hear?” His question rang in her eyes as she focused on inhaling and exhaling deeply, not wanting to continue to cry. She looked at him pitifully.

“The truth.” She spoke honestly, only ever wanting to hear the truth from him. It didn’t matter how badly it would hurt; she didn’t want him to lie to her. He rubbed his palms across his jeans.

“It sounds like maybe she didn’t have a choice,” He watched her slowly, observing her reaction like he was afraid he was going to say the wrong thing, “I don’t think things are going that well for her. I think maybe this was a way to get my dad off of her back or she was finally pressured enough to do it.” His eyes were soft after he spoke, and she wanted to do nothing more than to wrap herself up in his arms. She still didn’t understand why her mom would do that to her still, but maybe it was too complicated for her to grasp at the moment.

“Why are you crying?” Max sounded upset as Kim turned to face the younger girl. She shrugged her shoulders pitifully, feeling dumb as she wiped her face. She glanced at the floor as she sniffled again.

“I’m fine now.” She said softly, not sure if she wanted her younger sister to know what her mom had just done. Max crossed the room, almost uncertain before she hugged Kim tightly. Kim returned it just as fast, squeezing her little sister in her arms.

“We could watch Star Wars,” Max’s voice was slightly muffled from how her cheek was pressing against Kim’s shoulder, “Would that make you happy?” Kim looked up, just barely missing the sorrowful expression that Billy sent them. She wiggled an arm away, holding it out towards him. He hesitated for a moment before he joined them. Max was the first to wrap her bony arm around him, pulling him in tightly. Kim took the excuse to lay her head on his shoulder as she held onto the both of them.

“Okay,” Billy only stayed for a few seconds, looking uncomfortable as he glanced down at the two of them, “Are we watching Star Wars or Rocky?” He changed the topic as he took wide steps behind them. It still hurt Kim’s feelings, but she understood why he didn’t want to be included. She didn’t want him to be upset either and feel like he was excluded. Max let go of Kim next, looking up at her as she waited for her decision.

“Harrison Ford is in Star Wars,” She smiled cheekily, “If that sways anyone’s opinion.” Billy and Max both glanced at Kim before turning to smile at her. She suddenly felt safe as they both nodded.

“Come on,” Max dragged her out first, holding her hand tightly as they went down the stairs, “There’s no popcorn but we have chips.” She told her older sister earnestly. Kim passed her mom and Neil in silence, not wanting them to know that she had been crying. She raised her shoulders a bit higher before joining her sister on the couch. Billy lingered in the spot next to her and she could feel her warmth traveling to her skin.

“We’re going to go out,” Susan said, sounding shakily as she spoke. Kim stared at the TV, not wanting to look at her mother. She didn’t need to feel guilty on top of everything else that she was feeling right now, “I left the numbers out for a few different pizza places.” Susan walked around the couch, like she was trying to get her daughter to look at her, but Kim refused to do so. She was still mad.

“Cool. Thanks, mom.” Max seemed to be connecting the pieces on why Kim had been crying earlier as she watched the two of them interact. Kim did her best to control her breathing, not giving anything away.

“Thank you.” It was short and sweet and straight to the point. She wasn’t going to sit here and be upset. Her mom sighed softly, grabbing her back from the couch. Kim watched Neil leave in the corner of her eye, hoping he slipped and fell in mud.

“They can go into town,” Billy muttered as they left, clearly still upset over not having control of his car, “Sounds hypocritical.” Max snorted as she pressed play on the VCR. Kim was resting against the side of the couch, willing herself not to touch Billy. It was hard, she wanted to hold onto him so badly.

The movie seemed to pass slower than usual. Kim was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to fully pay attention to the movie. She was still humiliated from earlier, thinking that it was cruel to have to pee on the stick with the door open. She wasn’t sure what they thought she would do to lie about it.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Billy spoke to her quietly after a loud round of thunder shook the house. She glanced over at Max, who had dozed off not too long ago. She glanced towards him, smiling as she nodded. She would like nothing more than to be with him.

He raced her upstairs, beating her easily. She didn’t mind. The backs of her legs were still aching from their climb earlier. Her joints were already protesting as she found herself cracking her back constantly.

“Look,” She shut the lights off to the room, letting the lightning from outside travel in through the window, “We should just listen to the storm.” She was almost ecstatic as she spoke, traveling across the room to open the window as the storm raged on from outside. She stared out in awe for a moment before plopping down on the bed. He followed her shortly after, laying as he looked out the window.

“This is weird,” Billy stated as they laid down next to each other, their shoulders touching as they stared towards the dark window next to them, “You really like to listen to the rain like this?” She watched as the droplets hit against the outside pane and nodded.

“It’s relaxing, like you’re listening to nature’s own little song.” She told him, smiling at the look of disbelief that crossed his face. It was alright, he didn’t have to understand what she meant as long as she knew it to be true.

“I don’t think I can lay this still for so long,” He admitted, tracing the colors in her eyes, “Not without smoking.” She giggled softly, thinking that it sounded exactly like something he would need to do.

“It is good for a nap,” She curled up against his side, noticing how the room was growing darker as the rain kept on pouring, “It’s nice.” She mumbled softly, trailing her fingers against the buttons on his shirt. He glanced towards the door.

“What if someone sees?” He looked worried and she fought the urge to smirk at him.

“Is it wrong to cuddle with your little sister?” She thought of how he had mentioned holding her hand in public. She knew it wasn’t the same thing, that no one in this house would think that it was. It was alright, she could pretend that at least for a while that they were a normal couple.

Couple.

She was surprised at the word that swam around her head as she laid back on the bed, not as close to him as she tried to pretend that she hadn’t just thought that. Her and Billy were far from being in a relationship like that. There was no way that she had meant what she had said. He didn’t seem to notice her internal dilemma as he shifted closer towards her.

“A few more nights,” He rested his arm over her midsection softly, squeezing her soft hip, “And I get you all to myself again.”

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she did remember waking up to the sound of thunder crackling around her. The rain was hitting against the windows even harder and occasionally lightning would flood into the room.

The second thing she noticed was that Billy had lifted her nightgown over her breasts and was struggling to push her panties down her thighs. She turned to him in alarm, but he quickly pressed a gentle kiss against her lips.

“Max is still downstairs,” He promised, licking her bottom lip softly, “S’okay, let me treat you good baby. You deserve it.” He purred against the corner of her neck, licking her soft skin. She arched her back, still feeling a blanket of sleep resting on top of her. She moved her hips, letting him slide her panties off easier. She rolled onto her back, struggling to look at him in the dark.

“Okay,” She breathed out slowly as his warm breath tickled across her hard nipples. He licked them softly, getting them wet before pinching them between his fingers, “Mhm, Billy.” She sighed softly, sinking into the mattress as he sat up on his knees. He kicked her legs apart softly, pumping himself before he pushed into her. She sighed, biting down on her lip as she enjoyed the feeling of his cock stretching her wide. She was unsure if she would ever get used to the feeling of him inside of her.

“So wet,” He grunted, bottoming out inside of her before he pulled out and slammed into her again. She cried out, linking her fingers with his to support herself. He grunted, grinding his hips into her harshly. She moaned out, feeling every inch of his hard length filling inside of her, “Quiet.” He warned her, drawing his hips back slowly before pushing into her again.

“Sorry,” She whined softly, squeezing his hands softly. Her boobs were moving with his rough thrusts and her mouth was parting in awe again, “Feels so good.” She cried out, rolling her hips up to meet him in complete bliss.

“Shh, shh,” He breathed out hard against her lips. A flash of lightning lit up the room and she noticed the look of desperation on his features, “You have to be quiet.” He pleaded, rolling his hips forward softly again. Her fingers clenched around his, crying out again. She furrowed her eyebrows in dismay. She really was trying to control her sounds, but everything felt so good.

“Sorry,” She whined pitifully when he stopped moving and looked at her exasperated again, “I’m trying, just feels so good.” Her body was full of lust as she tried to urge him to move again, rolling her hips up desperately to slide him deeper into her aching cunt. He moved a hand away from her hand, gripping her chin.

“You have to be quiet,” He reminded her, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip, “You’re going to wake them up.” She nodded furiously, wishing she could see him better in the dark. She was sure she wasn’t being louder than the storm outside, but bit her tongue when Billy squished her cheeks together.

“I’ll be quiet,” She promised, nudging her nose against the side of his face. She could feel his hard cock throbbing inside of her and could tell he was just as needy as what she was. She didn’t want to ruin the mood, she was too far gone to not release around him, “Please fuck me.” She peppered kisses against his cheekbone as his hand moved down to her side, squeezing softly before he was thrusting into her slowly. She bit her tongue, falling back onto the pillows as she squeezed his fingers that were still linked with hers. She could feel every vein, every curve of his cock as he dragged his hips back slowly and slammed into her. The old bed was creaking under the weight of them, moving along with his movements.

She was fine for a few minutes, until the head of his cock stroked her bundle of nerves. Her toes were curling, back arching up towards him as loud moans left her mouth. He sighed frustrated, moving his hand away from her side and covering her opened mouth as he stalled his movements again. She could’ve cried from the frustration.

“Kim,” He whispered, his lips brushing against his knuckles as he spoke. He was leaning down close to her, looking at her seriously, “You know I love that dirty little mouth, but you have to be quiet. I’m going to have to stop.” She shook her head widely, thinking that him stopping his movements would be worse than getting caught.

“M’sorry,” She pleaded under his large hand, “I got this.” He looked uncertain if he was able to trust her, but she nodded her head and tried to send him her best doe eyes as lightning filled the room. He moved his hand away slowly, gripping her waist tightly again.

“Be good,” He warned her, squeezing her fingers with his other hand as he drew up his pace again, rocking into her harshly. She was biting her lip as hard as she could, trying to withhold her moans, “You’re taking me so well.” He praised quietly, under the disguise of the thunder as her peppered kisses to the corner of her mouth. It felt too good, having his cock rut into her as she rolled her hips up in awe.

“Billy!” She whined, his name slipping free when he hit that spot inside of her again. He sighed, sitting back up on his knees and pulling out from her. She was frantic, trying to move her hips with him so he wouldn’t pull away, “Sorry, sorry, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet I-” She was cut off, her words slapping against her tongue. Her eyes widened in surprise at the feeling of cloth inside her opened mouth.

“Did my cock make you all slutty, baby?” Billy criticized, cupping his hand over her stuffed mouth to keep any sounds from slipping free, “Look at you, mouth stuffed with your panties. Now maybe you’ll be quiet like a good girl, hmm?” He tsked, using his free hand to reach between them and push his hard cock back inside of her. She moaned, her sounds muffled and distorted from the material in her mouth. She didn’t even care at the moment, too focused on the rough pace he built up again.

She curled up towards him, urging for more of him as his cock dragged along inside of her aching walls. Her mouth felt odd as her spit collected along her panties and began to soak them. She was breathing out harshly through her nose, curling her toes as he gripped her hips and pushed her down on his cock. He was breathing hard, soft groans leaving his pink lips as he savored the feeling of her cunt around his hard cock.

“So good,” He was talking so softly that she almost didn’t hear him, “Letting me fuck this dirty little cunt.” He groaned softly, licking his tongue across her hard nipples. Her eyes rolled back, and her hands searched above her, clinging to the hard pillows as he pushed her into the mattress. She hooked a leg around his hip, digging her heel into his butt to push him into her even deeper. She rolled her head to the side, tempted to spit out her panties but fearing he may stop entirely if she did so. She placed a hand over her mouth, biting back a shrill moan as his cock hit her g-spot again. She was rolling her hips, begging for more of him as her stomach muscles clenched together.

“S’good for me baby,” He placed his hand over hers, creating an extra barricade as he continually pounded into her sweet spot. The sound of them mixing filled the room as the thunder rolled over them, covering them in thick blanket. She was rolling her hips desperately, pushing him in deeper as she came around him.

Her cries were muffled as she tilted her head, clawing at his back while he kissed her neck to coax her through her high. His hips snapped forward hard, stalling his movements as he grunted on top of her. He squeezed her hips hard, cumming inside of her with a loud groan. She bit down on her panties hard, feeling her thighs quaking.

He breathed hard for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath as she trembled underneath him. When he finally was able to breath normally, he pulled away from her slowly, pulling himself out of her wet heat. She could feel herself protesting, wishing he could stay inside of her forever.

He gently parted her lips with his fingers, smiling sheepishly at her as he pulled the cloth from her lips. She winced, feeling drool pool off of her bottom lip and onto her chin. He glanced at her plump lips before he licked the drool away from her chin. Her whole body felt warm again as he traced his tongue inside the corner of her lips. He pulled away slowly, sitting between her legs as he used her wet panties to clean her. She giggled softly, her legs shaking.

“You’re so bad,” She still felt like she was arched, like her body was craving for more of him as he gently cleaned her. He wadded her panties in his hands, smirking before he discarded them in his chest of clothes. She furrowed her eyebrows, about to question it but decided against it. She figured he was just too lazy to put it back with her clothes, “You treat me so good, though.” She responded bashfully as she rubbed her foot up against the side of his leg. He chuckled, pulling her nightgown down slowly.

“I don’t know about that,” He muttered as he laid down next to her, “But I’ll take it.” He kissed the corner of her mouth gently, caressing his sides down her sides. She smiled sweetly at him, puckering her lips softly when he kissed her again.

“See, platonic cuddling,” She giggled softly, rubbing her fingers across his arm hair, “It’s nice.” She smiled, but the word platonic left a bitter taste on her tongue. He pushed her red hair from her face gently, looking at her in bliss.

“Not bad,” He kissed her sweetly again, his lips lingering against hers, “You should go back to sleep.” She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to sleep when her heart was still beating this hard. They were at the very edge of the bed, holding onto each other. She didn’t want him to move, and she thought of a hundred different things she could tell him under the guise of the thunder. She kept quiet as the thunder roared and shook the small cabin. Lightening rose in the sky again and she could see the tired look on his face. He looked too peaceful to be disturbed with all of her thoughts and worries.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She whispered softly, kissing his thumb as he caressed her lips. She felt like she was in a dream and when she awoke, he’d no longer be here. She laid there, watching him in the night sky as she reminded herself that he was real. That all of this was very real.

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Can you please do fingering smut with Steve where the reader squirts for the first time and the reader is super embarrassed/shy but Steve is super turned on and absolutely loves it? Maybe when they’re on a little getaway together at a lake house in the summer? Lol my dream 😩 thank you! 🥰

This is just filth, enjoy! xx

“You sure they’re not gonna mind that we’re here?” She asked, looking around at the fancy lake house in awe.

Steve just shrugged. “Not like they’re gonna be using it.”

He used to hate when his parents were constantly on work trips, leaving him alone more often than not, until he realized just how much alone time that left him with the girl of his dreams. His parents' absence started to feel like a blessing.

He kept his eyes on hers, smirking cheekily as he dropped their bags and crept up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist as he began to plant kisses down the length of her neck.

“You wanna go check out the lake?”

“By ‘check out’ you mean…”

Steve’s smirk only grew more wicked and he nipped at her ear playfully. “I mean going for a swim… and more.”

“Right.” She drawled out sarcastically, knowing exactly what the two of them would be doing all weekend.

Miraculously, they managed to make their way down to the water. Steve’s heated gaze never left her form, watching with wide, eager eyes the way the sun casted shadows over her skin, all the tantalizing skin her skimpy bathing suit allowed him to see.

He felt his entire body heat as he watched her swim through the blue waves, his eyes trailing down the droplets of water that trailed over her as she resurfaced.

She caught his heated stare and laughed, biting her lip teasingly. “You gonna come in or just watch?”

“Well, I am enjoying the view.”

“I think it’s my turn to enjoy the view.” She drawled out, satisfaction rolling through her as the heated look in Steve’s eyes grew darker with lust.

It was soon her turn to stare admiringly as Steve stood from the dock and jumped into the water beside her. She giggled happily as he splashed her obnoxiously, shielding her face from the onslaught of waves.

As she moved her hands away from her face she was met by Steve’s heated eyes on hers. Her smile faltered, the cute, lighthearted moment dissipating as the lust between them reached a peak they could no longer delay.

Steve swam towards her, his arms moving around her waist, holding her up as her legs wrapped around him, and he wasted no time in catching her lips eagerly.

They kissed heatedly, both of them smiling at the greedy touches given by the other. Her hands snaked into his hair and pulled, smirking at the stunted groan that left him. She knew his weaknesses by heart.

His hands gripped her tightly, his fingers finding their way under the hem of her bathing suit, his intentions with her clear.

“We should-” She tried to say, but his desperate lips barely left hers. “We should go inside.” She breathed heavily, finally able to pull away from his unrelenting kiss. Though the way he began to nibble down the length of her neck didn’t make it any easier for her to find her words.

Steve refused to let this moment end, his touch never straying from her body, his lips never leaving their eager trail up to her jaw to capture her lips again.

“Steve,” She moaned. “I don’t want anyone to see us.”

He pulled away from her with a low, annoyed groan, letting his forehead rest against hers. “Fine.” He relented and she couldn’t help but laugh as he practically jumped back onto the dock and reached his hand out to haul her out of the water.

Barely a minute later, they found themselves in a wet, tangle of limbs on the couch, her body writhing under his touch.

He had two fingers thrusting in and out of her wet heat, the sound of his ministrations barely heard over her loud, keening moans.

Steve’s lips were parted in awe, his chest heaving as he looked down at her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in just the right way.

“Oh god, Steve, right there.” She panted, her leg raising to wrap over his waist and as he let a third finger join in, she swore she felt a fire ignite within her. She yelped, her head throwing back against the arm of the couch, her nails forming crescent moons on his shoulders.

Steve hissed at the feeling and huffed out a laugh. “Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, his voice barely above a whisper.

This wasn’t the first time he’d done this for her, far from it, but he’d never heard her this whiny, this desperate before. It drove him wild.

The coil that built within her came quicker than she thought it would and she was left unable to utter anything other than his name, the desperate loop of his name moaned by her raspy voice bound to get them caught by neighbors on the other side of the lake.

“Steve-” She went to warn him, though her breath got caught in her throat at that blinding feeling of his fingers curling tantalizingly.

Something was different. She didn’t know what it was, but a feeling, more intense than she’d ever felt before, crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her limbs lock in preparation for what was promising to be an intense release.

“Right there?” Steve asked with a smirk, though he already knew he was hitting the right spot by the way her voice rose in pitch and volume, calling out for him like it was all she knew how to do.

“Yes, yes! Steve!” She yelled, her nails dragging down the length of his back harshly. Her back arched, a shrill scream escaping her lips before she abruptly went quiet. Steve looked up to watch her, a delighted smile on his face as he watched her face twist in pleasure, her mouth parted with a silent scream.

His eyes widened as he felt an unfamiliar wetness on his hands. He looked down and he could’ve sworn he almost came then and there.

“Fuck… holy shit baby, that was so hot.” He breathed out.

Still riding the wave of her orgams, her eyes lazily fluttered open and she looked down to see the mess she had made over his arms.

“Oh my god.” She moaned and covered her face with her hands.

That had certainly never happened before.

“No, no, no, don’t you dare hide from me.” Steve said as he took her hands in his, revealing her embarrassed expression. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”

She looked up at her boyfriend who was practically panting over her and the bashfulness began to fade. “Really?”

“Really.” He assured her. He leaned down and kissed her soundly, moaning against her. “Think you can do it again?” He mumbled against her lips and she smiled.

She knew she was in for a long night.

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All Tomorrows Come From Yesterdays

A 5x18 Coda

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As the sun goes down and twinkle lights blink to life all around Hen and Karen’s backyard, a pleasant spring chill sweeps in. Buck can feel goosebumps rising under his suit jacket, but he tips his face into the breeze anyway and it almost feels cleansing.

Across the yard he can see the brides swaying, pressed together at the center of the dance floor, looking like they’ll never let go and like they know they’ll never have to. “I will choose you over and over again. Every day. At every opportunity,” Hen had said at the altar, making everyone in earshot start to cry. No one harder than Karen who stamped her foot and said, “That’s not fair. I didn’t even have time to write down anything to say.”

“You can just say I do,” Hen suggested.

“No wait, wait, wait, I got it,” Karen said, drawing a trembling breath. “Henrietta Wilson…”

She recited word for word the vows that she’d written so many years before and Hen started crying with her as soon as she recognized them. “I can’t believe you remember that,” she said.

“I could never forget,” Karen replied. “I’ll make that promise to you every day.”

Buck wiped his eyes on his sleeve and applauded with everyone else as his friends kissed and sealed their renewed commitment to each other. And then he kept crying, maybe a little longer than appropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. The vows were a reminder, one he so desperately needed, of what was possible. Of a love that could be chosen and chosen and never be a mistake. That joy could be a habit and not just fear. And he wants it. God, how he wants it.

His bottle is almost empty and the night is almost over so Buck tips back the rest of it, planning on saying goodnight to the bartender and seeing everyone else at work in a couple days. Before he can set the bottle down, though, someone else joins him at the bar.

“How long are you going to mope over here by yourself?” Eddie asks.

“I’m not moping.” Buck made sure not to. He danced with everyone who asked, laughed at every joke, told a few of his own. He hadn’t even mentioned the breakup, deciding to save it until Monday and let everyone think that Taylor didn’t want to make a scene after everything with Jonah.

“Of course you’re not,” Eddie says. “One more for me and one of whatever he’s having,” he says to the bartender with enough of a question mark at the end to allow Buck to turn him down if he wants.

Buck nods and fresh beers appear in both of their hands. They clink the bottles together in cheers and Eddie leans back against the bar just like Buck is doing to take a sip.

“So when did you break up?” he asks.

“Did Maddie tell you?”

“Why would Maddie tell me?”

“Then how did you-”

“You’re not that hard to read, Buck,” Eddie says, turning toward him with a smile in his eyes. “Kinda seemed like just a matter of time when you came over the other day.”

“Kinda feels like it’s been a matter of time since it started,” Buck replies, the bitterness he’s been containing all day finally sneaking out as he takes another drink. Taylor was kinder to him than he thought he deserved at the end, leaving his apartment to couch surf with a friend from the station and find a new place to live. It surprised him. And then he’d hated that he was surprised because the two things that Buck had always known about Taylor were that she was pragmatic and that she cared about him. It was the reason he hadn’t been able to resist hitting “restart” each time they crashed and burned, hoping they might be able to make it just that little bit farther with practice.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Eddie replies. “But you don’t know til you try right?”

“I guess,” Buck agrees.

They stand together in silence, drinking their beers and watching the remaining guests all twirl together in the soft happy light. The kids are all inside with plates of cake and video games. Bobby and Athena are ensconced together at a slightly hidden table. Ravi and Lucy were collecting abandoned bags of Jordan almonds and Buck thinks that Lucy was trying to teach Ravi how to juggle them (with some kind of shots based punishment for dropping one), but he also finds it best not to worry too much about what either of them are up to.

The wind blows and Buck shivers and Eddie doesn’t try to hide his smirk.

“Shut up.”

“You’re awful delicate for a northern boy,” Eddie replies. “You want my coat?”

“Fuck off,” Buck answers, trying and failing to keep from smiling. He doesn’t think he’s imagining Eddie shifting just a little bit closer, positioning himself to try and block the wind. Maybe he just always feels a little warmer when Eddie’s nearby.

Tipping his beer toward one of the tables, Eddie asks, “What I want to know is what’s going on there?”

Maddie and Chimney both swore they were leaving hours ago. But there they both are, an empty chair placed strategically between them, talking and laughing like smitten kids on their first date.

Unable to help the smile that rises to his lips as he sees them, Buck says, “They got lunch the other day. Maddie told me it was not a date.”

“So what? They’re just going to keep not dating until they realize they’re still in love with each other?”

Buck shrugs, “It worked for them last time. Why mess with a good system?”

It feels inevitable to Buck. He thinks maybe Maddie thinks he’s naive, that not everyone gets a happily ever after, but he’s heard his sister talk about love. Buck knows that she longs the same way he does for a home and for a family and for a solid foundation. As a kid, he couldn’t imagine ever finding anybody worthy of her. But Chimney is. He’s the fairy tale that Maddie deserves. Not that Buck could ever, ever say that to him. Two people who love each other that much. How could they ever stay apart?

“So what about you?” Eddie asks.

“What about me?”

“Well, you’re single again. Back out on the market. Given any thought to what comes next?”

Picking at the label on his bottle, Buck says, “I don’t know. All I ever seem to do is fuck it up. Maybe… Maybe I just need to give up on all that, you know? Focus on work. Focus on my friends. Leave the romance to somebody else.”

“Is that what you want?” Eddie asks in that irritating casual way he has of asking questions he already knows the answer to.

From across the yard, Karen’s laugh rings out loud and jubilant and Buck finds her with her head tipped back, laughing without restraint with Hen’s hands on her waist. They’re so happy.

“I want that,” he says quietly and Eddie’s gaze follows his own. “I know I’m not supposed to. I’m supposed to be okay on my own and be a complete person by myself, but fuck, Eds. I want that so bad it hurts sometimes. And I don’t think I’m ever gonna have it.”

He doesn’t say that he thought he had it with Taylor. Whatever else they’d been, Buck had known, somehow he’d always known, that he was settling for what he thought he could have. He was grateful. He loved her. But it didn’t stop the longing.

Eddie doesn’t respond right away and Buck feels a flush crawl up his neck. He’s so stupid, desperate, vulnerable. All the sad feelings he’d told himself to leave at home are waiting right there to crawl out into the dark and Buck tries to beat them back. “Aaaand that’s one drink too many for me,” he says, setting his mostly full bottle back down on the bar. “Sorry. I thought I was doing better than this.”

“You’re allowed to want it,” Eddie says finally. He says the words to the ground but then he looks up to catch Buck’s eye and Buck has to catch his breath from all the warmth he sees there. “You know Frank, right? He’s a real pain in the ass sometimes. But one of the things he’s been right about and one of the things I’ve been-” he sighs- “trying to be better about is letting myself want things just because I want them. We don’t win any prizes for suffering.”

The words sound so strange coming out of Eddie’s mouth, so wonderfully, delightfully strange, so far from the Eddie that he tried to rescue in the middle of the night, that Buck can’t help but smile. “I’m proud of you,” he says.

“Stop.”

“No really,” Buck says. “I know how scared you were and how hard you’ve worked and now you’re out here quoting affirmations to me. I just- I’m so proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah, well.” Flustered, Eddie takes a drink and then takes another. “I’m proud of you too,” he says at last. “For moving on.”

And… Buck knows Eddie’s not going to be the only one to tell him that. When the news finally gets out to the rest of the team, to the rest of the station, he’s going to see more than his share of congratulations. At least half of them are going to be accompanied by variations on “Ding dong the witch is gone.” But from Eddie, it doesn’t feel like it’s about Taylor. It feels like he only cares about Buck.

“It just feels like I keep making the same mistakes over and over,” Buck admits. “I know I need to try something new, but I- I don’t know how. It’s like I’m starting at square one.” Square one with nowhere to go but the same path he’s trod for 30 years. The prospect is exhausting.

The wind kicks up again, colder somehow, cutting right through Buck’s thin suit and making him wrap his arms around himself.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters and then he’s wrapping Buck under his arm, tucking him in close. “I hope you haven’t taken the flannel sheets off your bed.”

“I, uh, put them back on as soon as Taylor moved out,” Buck says. He can smell Eddie’s cologne from here. Something comforting and spicy. Something he wants to bury his nose in.

“Good,” Eddie replies.

Buck has the feeling like he should move. Eddie’s just teasing him about his thin blood like he always does when the temperature drops below seventy. But he doesn’t want to. And Eddie doesn’t seem like he wants to let go, sipping his beer with one hand and holding Buck tight with the other. Maybe he’s just a little too sad and a little too tipsy. But Buck wraps his arm around Eddie’s waist and leans into his warmth. He’s probably imagining the way Eddie holds him just a little tighter.

“What about you?” he asks. “Making progress in therapy. Coming back to the 118.”

“That’s not official yet.”

“Only because Bobby hasn’t been in to file the paperwork.”

When Eddie doesn’t contradict him, Buck says, “So? What about you?”

Eddie doesn’t answer right away, but it doesn’t feel like he’s evading as much as he’s just thinking. He rubs his hand on Buck’s arm, trying to warm him up and he tilts his gaze just a little bit to study the side of Buck’s face. If they were any closer, they’d be standing with their heads pressed together and the image of it almost flips Buck inside out. Pressing his face to Eddie’s throat, letting Eddie’s warm arms encircle him completely. He doesn’t know where the thought’s come from. He’s never had it before. It makes his heart race all the same.

“I think I’m ready for something new too.”

Something about the whispered response makes Buck shiver again. When he looks up, Eddie swallows and his eyes sweep over Buck’s face before darting away and back out to the dance floor. Buck has the wild thought that if he reached his hand up Eddie’s heart, he’d find hammering in time with his own.

Reaching back with his left hand, Buck picks his bottle up off the bar and holds it up to Eddie. “To new beginnings,” he says.

“New beginnings,” Eddie echoes, holding Buck’s gaze as he clinks their glasses together again.

They slip into silence as another slow song plays and couples continue to spin across the lawn. Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck and Buck doesn’t try to pull away, going as far as to rest his head against Eddie’s shoulder. He doesn’t know what the future holds. But Buck knows that he has this. And whatever comes next; he won’t be alone.

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