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drabbles-mc · 6 months ago

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Angel Reyes & OC Evangeline Reyes & Ezekiel Reyes Franky Rogan x OC Evangeline Reyes

Warnings: 18+, pining, language, this really is just a fluffy little something

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: For my next trick! I will pull out of my bag of wonders a character that the show-runners seemed to have forgotten about but I sure didn't! 😂 Shout-out to Franky Rogan- I hope he's doing okay lmao. I'm not really planning on turning this into a multi-chap per se, but I do plan on just writing some snippets/one-shots that all exist in this universe. This is our first look into this au, but definitely not the last if I have anything to say about it 😂 Enjoy! xo

As far as Evangeline was concerned, there was no real reason for Angel and EZ to be in her shop. She’d told them as much about five minutes after they’d walked in and started causing more ruckus than she wanted to be dealing with. She tried to shoo them away, tried to get them to pop one more door down to go and bother their father instead, but they weren’t budging.

Angel was sitting on one of the chairs by the dressing room and EZ was standing off to the side of the sewing machine that she was currently using. Angel was gawking around at everything as though he didn’t stop by every week, and EZ was studying over her shoulder like he was thinking of becoming the next family seamstress. If the shop had belonged to anyone else, the two of them never would have bothered to set foot inside. Not to mention if the shop had belonged to anyone else, they would’ve barred the two of them from entry ages ago.

“I can feel your breath on my neck,” she said, sounding annoyed for a split second before she started laughing.

EZ chuckled, stepping back and instead starting to pace around the shop. “Sorry.”

“Vete—go be sorry somewhere else. You’re gonna scare people off before they even set foot in here.”

Angel shook his head dismissively. “C’mon, Eva. Don’t think of it like that. Think of it like…we’re like protection, you know?”

Head still angled down at the pantleg she was hemming, her eyes lifted just enough to look over at her brother. “What, you two in the mob now too? MC wasn’t enough?” She shook her head and looked back down at the garment draped over the machine. “Protection,” she mocked. “Who you guys gonna protect me from, anyway? The high school girls coming in for me to tailor their prom dresses?”

EZ laughed as he watched his two older siblings go back and forth. “I don’t know,” he chimed in. “Think those girls might have Angel out-gunned.”

He sucked his teeth. “Fuck both you guys.”

She finally leaned back in her chair, taking her foot completely off the sewing machine pedal. “If you’d left when I told you to, you wouldn’t have to be going through this.”

Angel was finally laughing with her and EZ. “Nah, you know if we never stopped by you’d—” He stopped mid-sentence and stood up from his chair when he saw a police patrol car pull up to the curb right in front of Evangeline’s shop. “What the fuck is this?”

Evangeline mirrored his actions, standing up and carefully draping the pants she’d been working on back over the hanger she’d took them off before she had company. The tailoring job for them was a quick one, or at least it would be once her brothers left and she could actually do her job. She ran her hands over the fabric of her own pants, smoothing them out before looking out the window to see whatever it was that had elicited that reaction from Angel.

She laughed when she saw the cop car parked out front. “Oh, good. Maybe someone will finally be able to make you leave. You think if I ask real nice they’ll give me a couple pairs of cuffs specifically for you two?”

EZ was smiling and shaking his head at his sister, but then when he saw that Franky was the officer getting out of the car, both he and Angel became way more amused than they were annoyed at the cops being there. “Oh,” EZ said with a nod, “yeah I’m pretty sure he’ll give you whatever you want.”

Angel was on the brink of cackling as he nudged his sister’s shoulder. “He’ll give you a pair of cuffs as long as you promise to use them on him just once.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t stand either of you sometimes. I hope he knocks your bikes over,” Evangeline muttered with a tiny smile as she moved away from her little brother and went back behind the desk where the cash register was.

There were only a couple seconds between Franky shutting the door to the patrol car and him walking into the small boutique that Evangeline owned, but it was long enough. Angel was sitting back down again, this time just in a different chair that was towards the front of the store. He was leaning back, practically sinking into the soft cushions of it. His legs were spread farther apart than necessary, one hand on one knee, his other on the arm of the chair that he was sitting in. Meanwhile EZ was standing behind his brother’s seat, hands holding onto the edges of his kutte—his default these days.

Evangeline was looking at both of them with a mildly amused look on her face. It looked like they were pulled right out of a movie or a cartoon—stereotypical goons trying to look tough and not quite hitting the mark but they didn’t realize it yet. Her attention shifted off them when the soft chimes above her door signaled Franky’s entry.

He stepped inside, immediately looking around and greeting her with a casual, “Hey, Evangeline,” as he did. He looked at Angel and EZ, seeing the image they were trying to put off and also not being overly convinced by it. When it was just the two of them separate from the rest of the club, they weren’t nearly as intimidating. It was hard to be scared of the same boys he went to school with. He’d known them long enough to know that whatever macho act they were putting on, really was just an act. They had the same look in their eyes that they did back then when they were about to cause trouble after school.

It didn’t take long at all for his gaze to land on Evangeline, the real and only reason he’d even pulled up to the shop at all. She was standing behind the counter, leaning forward onto it so that her elbows were propped onto the wood and her chin rested on top of her interlocked fingers. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, a convenience style when she was using the sewing machine, but there was one unruly lock that had managed to escape and it was hanging just enough to the side so that her face wasn’t obscured at all. She smiled at him, head tilting slightly as it rested in her hands.

He'd known Angel and EZ for most of his life, and it made it hard to find them intimidating these days. In the same vein, he’d known Evangeline for almost his whole life too. Only instead of that fact making her less intimidating, it almost made her more intimidating—it was a different kind of intimidating than her brothers were aiming for, but still. Sure, it’d been so long since high school, and they were all such different people now in a lot of ways, but sometimes when she was looking at him like that Franky still felt like he was the dorky kid in class who was a little in love with his friend’s older sister. They were older now and he was much less dramatic than the teenage version of him had been. In love was an overstatement these days of course. Not that the semantics of it all really mattered in moments like the one he was in.

“Something I can do for you, Officer Rogan?” she finally asked, proving one more time over that she was the only Reyes sibling who could address him as such without using any sarcasm.

He turned so that he was completely facing her, purposely ignoring the looks he was getting from her two younger brothers. He shook his head as he walked over to her, standing on the opposite side fo the counter from her. “No. Just making the rounds and thought I’d stop by.”

She hummed in amusement as she stood upright again. “Got it. Thought your ears might’ve been burning somewhere out there.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You talkin’ about me?”

She laughed and shrugged. “Was talking about getting someone to throw these two,” she nodded towards her brothers, “out of my shop. And then you rolled up.”

“Yeah,” Angel chimed in from where he was still sitting, “like an answer to all your prayers, right?”

Evangeline shot her brother a look. “An answer to one of them, at least.”

Franky turned and looked at Angel and EZ. “You know it’s bad when even your own sister is waiting for you two to get picked up.”

Angel stood up out of his chair. In two easy strides he put himself right in front of Franky. There was just enough of a height difference for Franky to have to tilt his head to look Angel directly in the eyes. It was something that would never stop amusing Angel in any close encounters the two of them had.

“I bet you’d be real happy to do that for her, huh, Officer?” he goaded.

Evangeline was standing, arms crossed over her chest as she shook her head at the two of them. EZ was watching her just as intently as he was watching his brother and Franky. The scene was amusing from every angle for different reasons. And, as much as he would’ve loved to see how far Angel was going to take things, he liked his sister too much to let it happen in the middle of her shop. It was one thing when they were at the clubhouse, or Vicky’s. But not here.

“C’mon, Angel,” EZ inserted himself into the conversation, “let’s go. Pop still needs help with the compressor anyway.”

Evangeline cut a small sigh of relief, flashing EZ the quickest of smiles to thank him. “Yeah,” she agreed, “go make yourselves useful somewhere. Por favor. I’m begging.”

She was half expecting Franky and Angel to crash shoulders as the two Reyes boys made their way to the door, but they didn’t. Franky did manage to get the last word in with them, though. Rebutting Angel’s, “Stay safe, Officer,” with an easy, “I’m sure I’ll see you two soon. With the lights and sirens on.”

The door chimed again to signal the two of them leaving. Through the glass windows that made up the storefront, she and Franky were able to watch as the two of them made their way next door to their father’s shop. They were both shaking their heads at the pair of brothers, but for very different reasons.

“Nice to see you boys all getting along still,” Evangeline joked once they were out of sight.

Franky laughed as he put his attention back on her again. “Saying that like I’m the one who started any of that.”

She shook her head as she made her way around so that they were both on the same side of the counter. She leaned back against it, crossing her arms once more out of habit. “That’s not what I said.”

He watched as she crossed one leg over the other, the bright silky fabric of her pants distracting for only a moment before his gaze traveled back up to her face. He saw her knowing smirk and he cleared his throat, hands resting on his belt as he looked down at the floor for a second before getting himself together again.

“They give all the cops that hard of a time? Or just me?”

She laughed. “No one has an easy time with those two…” she trailed off for a moment before continuing, “but yeah you get it a little worse.” She saw the incredulous look on his face and she couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t something endearing about it. “C’mon, Franky. I know you were all friends in school but, you know, they grew up and became members of a motorcycle club. And you grew up and became a narc.”

He laughed, placing one hand on his chest. “Ouch, damn.”

She shook her head as she laughed right along with him. “Their words, not mine.”

They shared another quiet laugh about it before the conversation hit a pause. The only noise in the shop was the music playing from the speakers scattered around, a playlist the Evangeline changed from day to day depending on the mood she was in. Franky looked down at the floor, then around the shop, and then back at the woman standing next to him. He didn’t know for sure but he was fairly certain that she’d been watching him the entire time.

“Talk to me, Rookie,” she said, gently nudging his shoulder with her own. “What’s going on?”

That got him to chuckle. “Evangeline, I told you, I haven’t been a rookie in—”

“Franky, I told you, it’s not gonna make me stop calling you that.” She smiled. “I remember when you were slugging your way through the academy, before they got stupid enough to give you a gun,” she joked. “You’re always gonna be a rookie to me.”

“Almost as hurtful as your brothers callin’ me a narc.” There was a brief pause and he cleared his throat. “I really was just checking in. I think they told me that something about this job has to do with protecting and serving or some shit like that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I heard the rumors.” Reaching back, she took her hair out of the loose, messy ponytail that she’d thrown it into earlier in the day. She continued to speak as the long, loose waves of hair fell down around her shoulders. “I appreciate you checking in. I’m alright, though. All quiet on the strip.”

“’Til your brothers get here.”

She cracked a smile. “Yeah, ‘til my brothers get here.”

He stepped away from the counter and reached into his pocket for his keys. “I’ll let you get back to work then. Don’t wanna be another distraction.”

Her smile was warm as she shook her head at him. “Very considerate of you.”

He stepped backwards towards the door. “Call if you need anything.”

“911 still a good number to reach you at?”

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

She was laughing, mostly to herself, as he turned and let himself back out of the shop. She watched as he went back to his patrol car, noticing how he shook his head at her brother’s bikes on the way. There was a split second when she thought she was going to get exactly what she’d asked for earlier, that he was going to knock them over. But of course he didn’t, not looking to kick up that kind of trouble.

By the time that EZ and Angel came back over to her shop, Evangeline had not only finished altering the pants that she’d been working on earlier when they’d stopped in, but also taken care of another pair in between customers filtering in and out. She considered it a successful day, and the shop wasn’t even closed yet. Judging by the looks on Angel and EZ’s faces, she wasn’t sure if they’d had the same amount of success she did.

“Compressor got you beat?” she asked.

Angel scoffed. “Fuck no. We fixed that shit.”

She looked over at EZ. “Did you really?”

He flashed a grin. “Limping it along until the new one comes in.”

Angel’s head dropped back and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Dude, what the fuck?” He ignored the way that they were both laughing as he focused on his sister again. “So, what’d Rent-A-Cop want, anyway? Y’know, besides your hand in marriage.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “He was just checking in.”

Angel scoffed. “Yeah, gotta make sure his precious Evangeline is all good over here.”

She tilted her head. “Why are you saying my name like that?”

Angel gestured to the curb even though Franky’s car was long gone. “That’s how he fuckin’ says it! Swear to God, ‘mana, I haven’t heard that guy refer to you as Eva since he was like, twelve.”

Evangeline laughed. “How dare he call me by my actual name.”

“You know what I mean,” he shot right back, attempting to sound more annoyed than he really was.

She tried to divert the conversation rather than going deeper down whatever rabbit-hole Angel was trying to drag them down. “Why are you guys still here, anyway? Don’t you have motorcycle business to attend to? Parties to throw, windows to smash, all that fun stuff.”

“Party’s tomorrow,” Angel replied with a shrug. “You should come through.” He nodded towards EZ. “Prospect is playing barback.”

Evangeline laughed and nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

The two of them hugged her, taking her gentle cue to get going. Angel pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Just don’t bring the narc as your plus-one.”

She laughed as she pushed him towards the door, but chose not to acknowledge his last comments. “Be careful out there.” She waited until the door to chime shut behind them before she muttered a quiet, “Pendejos,” to herself and got back to work.

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sailtomarina · 1 year ago

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Be safe

cw: car seat smut

Five years they’d been together and he still didn’t trust Muggle cars—‘death metal’, he called them. He hadn’t been amused in the slightest when she showed him that was actually an entire genre of music.

He was even less amused when she blasted it on full volume the next time she cleaned the house.

But Hermione had grown up in the Muggle world, took her test and drove in the summers away from school. She inherited her dad’s 1967 Aston Martin DB6 when they decided to stay in Australia and sell everything they’d left behind. She stared at it when she first threw open the garage doors, taking in the silver birch, buffed to a high shine.

Her first drive alone, she’d cried.

Her second drive, she’d convinced Draco to sit in the passenger seat.

Her third drive, he’d scowled at her with his arms crossed from the safety of their driveway.

“Be safe. That thing is dangerous.”

“It’s no more dangerous than your Nimbus.”

Grey eyes narrowed in disbelief, and he huffed before stepping back even further. Still, he didn’t turn away. He watched her pull out and continued watching until she’d turned the corner.

Hermione drove the car every chance she could get, which wasn’t that often due to England’s short summers and even less clear days. Every single time she hopped in the driver’s seat and backed out, he called, “be safe,” and, every time, she answered, “always.”

The idea came to her after listening to an old mixtape.

“I don’t see why I need to sit in here when we aren’t even going anywhere,” he muttered, his long legs struggling to get comfortable in the cramped space. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

“This.”

She’d worn a flippable skirt for just this occasion, plopping down atop him with the flexibility of a woman who’d never stopped her daily yoga over the past decade.

“Wha—”

She froze him with a quick immobulus, taking the opportunity to settle her knees on either side of him more comfortably. It really was a wonderful thing that she was as bendy as she was, especially given the way he filled the seat.

His eyes flitted over her face, and she knew were she to let him go now, he’d let out a furious string of expletives. As it was, he couldn’t do a bloody thing.

She tugged on his belt and popped open the top button, humming a little song all the while. A whine spilled out of his still lip from deep in his throat and she paused to look up at him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

His eyes flashed at the leer she’d picked up from him. He really didn’t have anyone else to blame.

In no time at all, she’d slipped her hand in and pulled his cock out, swollen and leaking, and she couldn’t help but swipe her thumb across the top to gather up the essence of Draco and lift it to her lips in a naughty suck, holding eye contact with him the entire time. Then, she shifted up so she could reach under to pull the gusset of her knickers to the side as she murmured a quick lubrication charm.

She released her spell on him.

“You,” he snarled, one hand immediately landing on her hip, the other placing himself at her entrance. He pulled down as his hips thrust up, and she was filled with the delicious length of him, thick and deep and hitting all the right places.

“Ah!” she cried out, throwing her head back and feeling her long curls cascading down her back. She rode him hard, meeting his fierce pace with her own.

It wasn’t long before the windows fogged up and she had a nagging thought in the back of her mind of a police officer knocking on the glass to tell them off like a couple of horny teenagers without anywhere else to go. They had an entire home filled with surfaces to defile, and here she was wanting to christen the car she’d grown up loving. She’d bet a million galleons that her parents had done the same in this very seat, and nearly cackled at the filthiness of overriding their invisible stains with her own.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he finally got out, his breath heavy. “You know I hate this thing—”

“What better way to get over it?” she said hotly against his lips, clenching her inner walls as tightly as she could and watching him go nearly crossed eyed at the stranglehold.

He was close, his speed going erratic and his fingers tightening on her hips in the way it always did when she found bruises afterward. She wore them with pride, smirking into the mirror as she placed her own fingertips atop them.

He could just finish ahead of her in revenge, but Draco wouldn’t ever be so selfish no matter how much she pissed him off. He splayed one hand against her lower back to keep pressing her downward. The other squeezed between them to rub circles around her just there. He shifted slightly, amazing, really, in the bucket seat, and then he was hammering against a part of her that now had her rolling back her eyes and grunting with each thrust.

She exploded with a scream that might have alerted authorities to their impropriety were they actually in the vicinity. As it was, only the neighbor’s cat startled, sprinting across the yard away from the shaking car. Draco followed her immediately after, groaning long as he pulsed inside of her, his head dropping into her chest.

“You witch.”

“Well, obviously.”

“You do realize that now you owe me a ride on my broomstick?”

“Isn’t that what we just did?”

“Ha-ha.”

But ride his broomstick, she did, and if he preceded their airborne coupling with a barrel roll or two, who was she to complain?

WC 992

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross-posted on Tumblr and (eventually) AO3

Happy, happy Thanksgiving to me! I wrote this while hanging out with my parents as they watched a horrible little tv series I couldn’t be arsed to watch. Quality family time, you know? Also, the Aston Martin was swapped in for an Alfa Romeo last minute, sorry for any fans of the prior.

#dramione #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

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heyidkyay · 1 year ago

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Oh my god now you’ve got the image of G and Birdie with a little baby girl into my head… you can’t not write it now! I’d love to see maybe them introducing their baby girl to the rest of the band… or anything else you can come up with 🤣

I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | The aftermath

A little snippet:)

My due date was March 23rd. Which meant that George would be getting quite the birthday present (if the baby had perfect timing) and that they’d most definitely be an Aries, which were two things I couldn’t quite get behind, but something G was ecstatic over.

Matty had been hoping the little one would arrive a little late, two weeks late to be precise, just so that he could get one over on George and have the baby share something in common with him instead. He really had been an absolute sweetheart throughout the entire pregnancy, but my God was he pushing it trying to get me to extend the absolute hell I’d endured.

I’d gone through almost every symptom pregnancy had to offer, from day one I’d felt absolutely vile and then when my second trimester had rolled round I’d had to deal with Braxton Hicks, an undeniable appetite (I’d felt like an actual monster), and dizziness that rivalled anything I’d ever felt before. Including the time when I’d been hit by a fucking car.

Still, all of Matty’s efforts appeared in vain now seeing as though I went into labour on February 13th, five whole weeks before I was even due.

To say I’d shit myself would have been an absolute understatement. I was fucking terrified to give birth, let alone that early, and to make matters worse, George had been set to play a show, which meant that he’d had no idea my water had broken until I was high as a kite on fucking gas and air, and he was finally off stage. But thankfully, I’d also been at work and Delia had been the one to walk me through the whole process, we’d headed straight to hospital, due to the fact that I should not have been going into labour this prematurely, but also because she was afraid I was going to give myself a sodding aneurysm simply down to the amount I was panicking.

But who could blame me?

Anywho, the whole thing seemed a bit small in comparison to when I finally did give birth. We’d been blessed with a tiny, little baby girl- 7 lbs 4 ounces and with a head of thick unruly hair. But before George and I could even get a look in the doctor had told me to start pushing- again.

“They’re coming along quite quickly now, just a few more deep breaths.”

“You what?” I ask the man in scrubs settled between my legs. Baffled wasn’t even a word I’d begin to use to describe the emotions that hit me right then, having thought I’d heard him wrong until I saw the alarming look on George’s face.

“We need you to push, you can already see baby’s head.” A midwife informs me, ushering George to once again take my hand, to comfort me. He does but he’s caught in a daze.

“But, but I just did that bit.” I say, mostly stunned, delirious almost for a moment.

“I know, and you did wonderfully. But baby two isn’t too far behind.” She replies, smiling down at me sincerely even as her attention diverts between a handful of other people stood in the delivery room.

Her words seem to startle G back into reality, “Baby two? As in twins?”

“Twins! What the hell do you mean, twins?” I feel dizzy once more, head darting between the nurse beside me, G, and the doctor who’s seen a little too much of my insides for my liking. I think I start mumbling then, rambling off a ton of questions, a mile a minute, to anyone and everyone who will listen. Twins. “Are you sure? Twins?”

The nurse laughs, not unkindly, then nods, “Definitely sure, even saw it for myself.”

I’m still not really pushing, too confused, too stunned to really do much, in truth. “Are you having me on? Is this a prank?”

She appears to realise G and I aren’t messing about here and I watch on, frozen, as her whole demeanour shifts before my eyes, “Yes, sweetheart, twins. You really didn’t know?”

I shake my head and am just beyond grateful that George is here with me, holding my hand so tightly that I can truly feel it start to numb- because, what?

Things seem to take a turn then, the entire atmosphere in the room drops when beeping starts up and lights start flashing worryingly. The doctor at the other end of my bed is coaching me through it again, his voice high and harried almost, and I know then that something’s wrong and that it’s all my fault.

“What’s going on?” I ask, eyes immediately snapping over towards the nurse standing beside me but she’s gone, fiddling with the oxygen machine behind my head and then the heart monitor. “G, what- what’s happening? Are they okay? The baby. Are they?”

“You need to push. The baby is losing oxygen, we need to get them out as quickly as possible.”

My heart plummets. I start to panic. It’s my fault. My fault. I’m doing it wrong. I’m to blame. It’s all my fault. I’m messing up and they’re not even really here yet. I’m doing it all wrong.

“We need you to push harder.”

“Breathe.”

“Come on, mum. We need you to really push now.”

“That’s it.”

“Birdie, it’s alright. You’re okay, love. The baby is okay. You just need to push a bit more. Just a little longer, okay?”

I feel my head move- nod?- but the room is spinning, I reckon I’m screaming too. Sobbing, even. My mind so focused on the baby I hadn’t even known I’d been housing, let alone created. My baby.

Two babies! Two.

I let out a loud groan. Barely even aware of the careful fingers on my temple.

“Good girl, B.” George whispers to me, lips pressed against my cheek as he brushes hair from out of my face. “You’re doing so well. So good.”

I cry harder, I push harder.

Time seems to have stilled in its entirety, the minutes won’t move, the seconds don’t count. I am lost in this moment, my mind screaming at me to just try harder.

“And it’s a boy!” I finally hear and then I’m weeping again, crying and clinging to George before he too is dragged away from me by nurses to cut the umbilical cords. I stare up at the ceiling, unable to do much else, chest heaving, thick tears streaming down my cheeks, and all I hear is an overwhelming buzz. The kind I’d grown so used to, starting in my left ear before it soon echos in my right. Jumping, back and forth.

“A boy, Birdie. A boy and a girl.”

I blink and George is there again, hovering over me. He takes my face in his careful hands and holds me so close that we are nose to nose. I realise then he’s crying too.

“Twins.” I whisper breathlessly, every inch of me burns, but I itch to get up, to move and see them.

“Twins.” George repeats with just as much disbelief. “Twins, B. Ours.”

A baby boy, he’d told me. A tiny thing, so full of surprises. He was born smaller than his sister, an even 6 lbs and only ten minutes behind, but his eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen, huge and so very innocent, placed between a scattering constellation of tawny freckles that dot his cheeks and kiss his lids.

A girl and a boy. All ours.

I’d been taken with them both the moment I’d set my sights on them, ‘the twins' people had dubbed them. ‘Let’s go see the twins!’ ‘The twins are finally crawling!’ ‘Somebody grab a camera, the twins are being cute again!’

Never did I ever believe I’d have a family of my own, let alone a husband or these two beautiful beings that always seemed to stare back up at me with an incredible amount of innocence. It stirs something deep within me each time they do, both the thought and the very sight of them, and when their tiny little hands wrap their way around my fingers I know that I’ll never feel this type of love again. I don’t think I could even begin to describe it.

They are beautiful and they are ours, and I know from the very bottom of my heart that I will protect them until the day that I die. Because, how could I not?

How could anyone not?

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f1-stuff · 8 months ago

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omg that part two snippet of girldad! carlos had me literally screaming, the way you write is just so *chef’s kiss* i can’t wait for the to see what happens next

its gonna be so cute when charles starts speaking french with ana and they both start bonding, carlos already has it down bad for this man but he’s going to be in love love with this man when this happens

the idea of the both of them being dads is just so… compelling, we really need more fics of them being dads and being all domestic

im sorry for this ranty ask but i just got so excited when i saw u posted the snippet, i love that fic so much already

and if you don’t mind, could you post the giver au pls :))

sending you lots of love mal, thank you for everything!! <33

Hi! Do not apologize!! Every fic writer hopes and dreams that ppl will get excited about their fic 😭 and I completely agree - we need more charlos dads. They are literally so married and charles wants a kid so badly...

Anyway yes! You can have a snippet of the Giver AU - i've shared a bit of it before, but essentially, the premise is that society requires everyone to take suppressants to dull their emotions, eliminating pain/conflict/anger/fear etc., but also eliminating passion/love/joy in the process...

I'm thinking of doing a major rewrite of this actually...so honestly what you read here might look very different by the time I post it but 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Hola, teammate.” It’s accompanied by a grin and a nudge to his arm. Charles raises an eyebrow.

“Hello, again.”

They’d seen each other not forty-five minutes ago, but Carlos seems to insist on greeting everyone like it’s the first time that day no matter how long ago they parted ways. He also keeps calling Charles, ‘teammate,’ like he thinks anyone needs to be reminded of this.

“What are we doing now?” Carlos asks, rubbing his hands together like he’s impatient to get started.

Charles doesn’t know why he would be - they’ve been doing promotional obligations all day, and his head is starting to hurt from all the bright lights. It’s all videos and photoshoots for their sponsors and social media accounts. Tomorrow will be the more important agenda - seat and race suit fittings are the first things on the schedule.

“A video for the fans, I think,” Charles says, in answer. “Where we ask each other questions.”

“Ah, so I can discover all of your secrets.” Carlos lifts his brows up and down in a way that Charles isn’t sure he’s ever seen someone do.

He knows it’s a joke - one of Carlos’ strange ones, where he doesn’t really mean what he says. But Charles still finds himself wanting to protest the remark.

“I don’t have secrets.” Why would he? He has nothing to hide. Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Okay,” is all he says.

Charles has the sense he’s disappointed him somehow. Not that it really matters, but he’s still trying to figure out his new teammate. He wants them to get along, since they’ll be seeing a lot of one another. So far, he feels like Carlos is perpetually amused by him for reasons that Charles can’t determine.

“The questions are prepared,” Charles adds. “They wouldn’t have us ask whatever we wanted.” This seems obvious to him, but maybe Carlos isn’t yet accustomed to how structured things are at Ferrari.

Practically their every movement is planned by some coordinator on the team - the only time it can’t be is in the car, when the drivers themselves hold the steering wheel. And even then, the team tries to control everything with strategy and radio communications during the race.

Carlos gives him a searching look, which Charles attempts not to shy away from. He isn’t shy, anyway. Poor choice of words.

“Do you ever... Mm- how do you say it?” Carlos takes a second to himself, mulling over whatever it is that he’s trying to ask. “Do you ever go against the script?”

“The script?” Charles frowns.

“The rules. The path. The plan.” Carlos studies him, as he processes the words, like Charles is a bug in a jar. It’s not a sensation he particularly...enjoys, though he can’t pinpoint why.

“I’m not...” He swallows, unsure of himself. “I don’t-”

“Boys!” someone is saying from across the room, gesturing them over.

There’s a beat of silence between them, and then Carlos is saying, “Never mind, mate,” patting Charles on the shoulder.

He walks away then, and Charles is left with a strange hollowness in his chest, like he’s failed at something - like when he’s driven badly or made a mistake on track. But he hadn’t done anything like that. He’d just been talking to his teammate...

He takes a deep breath, then moves to join Carlos across the room.

WIP Wednesday

#anon #ask game #wip wednesday #rpf #charlos #giver au

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year ago

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Separate

June 2018

Em wasn’t quite sure what she’d expected when Blake knocked at her door. She knew he had a triple header coming up, and he’d be giving her his keys, but the pass in his hand was unexpected.

“What’s this?”

“Your pass for Silverstone? I know it’s been two weeks since Monaco but you haven’t forgotten what they look like, have you?” She forced a smile as she handed it back to him.

“I’m not going to Silverstone.”

“Dan said you were?”

“I haven’t talked to Dan in like a week. I know it’s a busy race, I figured I’d watch it at home.”

“Look, I’ve got to go to the airport. I’m heading to France and I won’t be home for three weeks. Take the pass and talk to Dan, if you come you come.” She took the VIP branded pass from him, Emma Smyth and “Guest of Daniel Ricciardo” on the back. The selfie she’d sent Dan the Christmas before was her photo.

“Yeah, sure. Anything you need me to look out for?”

“Should be fine. I’ll see you!”

Em closed the door after waving Blake down the stairs, pulling up her texts with Dan. Once she’d left Monaco they’d sent a couple a day, but after his race in Montreal there was nothing. It was a couple of selfies, a photo of the stupid hipster coffee shop she’d done a meeting in. He’d sent one word answers to most of it.

It was stupid. She shouldn’t be upset. They’d been friends and they’d fucked and she was more than happy to do it. And the consequences were they weren’t friends.

The pass felt like a slap in the face. Would she turn up and he just thought she was going to get into bed with him? She’d fuck him for the paddock pass? No. No way.

She didn’t want to think about Dan like that. The man she’d called a friend wouldn’t treat her that way. But how else was she supposed to feel?

Blake gave me the pass. Thanks for the offer but I wasn’t going to go to Silverstone.

The words stared up from her screen before she hit send. It was the first message between them in three days and it felt like the end of an era.

Barely thirty seconds later the text bubbles appeared as she watched Dan start typing, stop, and start again.

Why not? I miss you.

Because we don’t talk anymore. I think we made a mistake.

She didn’t even count to five before her phone started ringing, Dan’s face appearing as the contact photo. She slid to answer it.

“Hey, Dan.” She kept her voice calm.

“What mistake, Em? What are you talking about?”

“You’re actually going to make me say it?”

“Considering I’ve no idea what you’re on about, yeah.”

“Monaco. Us sleeping together. It was a stupid mistake that we shouldn’t have done because we ruined our friendship. So yeah, I’m not going to Silverstone.”

“Fuck.” She heard someone calling his name in the background. “Yeah, yeah. Two minutes I need to finish this call! The plane’s waiting for me. I…fuck. Look we need to talk in person. I’m not back in the UK until the Tuesday after Austria. Can we meet up?”

She weighed it up. Em missed him. She missed the silly texts and the ridiculous YouTube videos. It was so stupid.

“Yeah. I’ll send you a coffee shop we can head to.”

“Thanks.” She could hear the relief in his voice.

“Oh Danny? Good luck this weekend.”

“Thanks, Emmy. Yeah, Max, I’m coming. Give me a minute. I’m sorry I’ve got to-“

“Go on. Fly safe. Don’t throw Max out of the plane.”

“I’ll do my best. Thanks, Emmy. I’ll see you soon.”

She lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. No more sex. That had to be the first thing they talked about. It had to be.

A few hours later her phone buzzed as she worked, the “One new text from Dimples” appearing. She opened it to a selfie of Dan grinning from the plane, his free hand pointing at a sleeping teammate on his shoulder.

Apparently my shoulder is comfortable?

Max looks comfy.

She put her phone down before Dan could text her back, curling up with her iPad to finish her last task of the day. No more sex with Dan. No more. Friendship would be enough. It was more than she thought she’d get with anyone so it was worth it.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw drabble #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic

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kaicheri · 2 years ago

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lights, camera, action…?

sub camboy!beomgyu x afab reader

warnings: streamer au, mommy kink, handjob, dirty talk, edging, ruined orgasm

wc: 2.2k

a/n: repost #???

>>>>

“ughh this is sooo boring just fuck alreadyyyy”

Oh, God. Beomgyu didn't see that comment too...right?

This isn't the first one that you've seen. In fact, it was one of the thousands pestering you two to fuck each other. The sexual tension that you and Beomgyu have been trying to sweep under the rug? Couldn't be worse than now.

Well, you can’t say for sure the feeling’s mutual, but on your side of the grass, things haven’t exactly been greener since he’s moved in with you two weeks ago.

Why?

Because…never mind, it’s nothing—he’s still your roommate, don’t think. Just don't.

“Oh, you stream?" he gasped hopefully and shook your hand fast, "Holy shit, me too!”

He might've come off a bit strong, but at least he was enthusiastic enough to introduce himself raw.

“Oh, really?” You asked, “What do you stream?”

You, for example, are an influencer who regularly reacts, and indulges in video games here and there—but apparently, your new friend decided to skip past the talking stage and fly right into it, feeling more than comfortable to admit that he was part of a much…ahem-

…naughtier community.

“You—you do porn?” you tried to hide the heat in your cheeks, and the surprise in your voice. or excitement, rather. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. or turned on.

You’d expected a gamer at the most… but a camboy? No way in hell.

It's just...he doesn’t really...look the part? Well, they’re usually always old, bald, or just plain unattractive (in which they’d opt for faceless camming). But maybe you were just exposed to the wrong ones.

“Uh, sorta?” scratching his head, Beomgyu frowned like he, too, was questioning himself—as if it was that hard to explain. “Not exactly, I…I haven’t actually fucked anyone on camera.”

…Or ever, actually, he wanted to confess. He's still a virgin dipping his feet fresh into the welcoming, warm waters of porn, and touching toes with his sexuality. Of course, he thought it’d be fun!

Plus, who doesn't like sex?

And as a young guy who claims to be “pretty on cameras and sexy on the main,” he’d decided, why not?

“Guys, it’s not what you think. We are not fucking,” you awkwardly chuckle, hands up matter-of-factly.

Well, you could…and it’s not like you haven’t ever thought about it—but still!

Point is, you still have a bit of respect for your roommate, so these intrusive thoughts gotta stay low.

…which is getting harder and harder to do, especially when there's always some extremely descriptive commenter fantasizing on the screen every five seconds.

You might as well just fuck him now in front of everybody so that they’d finally shut up about it. After all this isn’t even your audience—it’s his.

“never thought i’d see urdaddyy/n69 here lmfao”

“whats she doing with a camboy lol”

“nah they dating fs”

Sighing, you ignore the comments flooding onto the screen, continuing to interview the boy beside you—just about the system and how it works—in the event that your own streaming career does a one-eighty and flops all of a sudden.

“So...you just sit here and…touch yourself?”

“N-nah,” Beomgyu laughs, face bashful, “Well, I mean—yeah…but there’s more to it than that...”

“Like what?”

“Like, um, interacting with the fans!” He spreads his hands out towards the monitor to address said audience, “And asking how their day has been going, if they’ve eaten yet…you know, s-stuff like that.”

“Uh-huh…” you raise a brow, but he understands why you might question it.

“I-I know it seems like that’s the last thing they come on here for, but…they’re actually pretty nice,” he tries to explain softly.

“And you mentioned that you record…voice memos or something like that?”

“Oh, yeah. Sometimes, I record the audio only and post it onto Baetreon—which they also support! So I’m grateful for that,” he gives a thumbs up to the viewers and a precious smile.

“Y’know,” his voice softens, “as a pretty small streamer, I can't help but be thankful. The viewers…they mean the world to me.”

As you would’ve guessed, with his ability to be irresistible at all times, and the whole boyfriend-this-and-that image, it’s no surprise his marketing strat is so effective. The boy is smart, and knows exactly how to play the game.

That’s impressive, and you’ll admit kinda hot. Maybe you could, um…help him gain the recognition he deserves.

“Well, I have an idea. How about we give them a show?” you suddenly offer.

“What—what do you mean?”

“I’ll help you get off.”

“Wait, w-what??”

The chat goes wild.

“I said I’ll help you-“

But he has to hear that again to make sure, so he tugs on your sleeve and brings you into a whispering exchange behind his hand, hoping that the viewers can’t hear what’s next.

“Y-y/n, that’s,” he gulps, “that’s too risky!”

Well, yeah. A pretty well-rounded, medium-seized creator such as yourself would get into a load of shit because of this—but to be fair, what streamer hasn’t gotten into a scandal?

“Wouldn’t that ruin your career??” he whispers, obviously concerned.

“If it does, I’ll just quit streaming and join you instead.”

The last bit shocks him and he’s unsure of what it means.

“It means you won’t have to do solo shows anymore,” you chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly, “Plus, streaming sex does sound pretty fun. And… I get to fuck you as much as I want, right?”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, surprised by how calm you are after so casually letting that slip.

“What?” you breathe out, almost laughing, “So…is that a no?”

“N-no, I mean—“

He takes a moment to calm himself, inhaling and then, exhaling sort of dramatically.

“W-what I meant to say was…I’m not opposed to the idea,” he admits quietly and lowers his gaze, scratching his neck. You didn’t think his blush could deepen.

“But are you sure you wanna…do this? Like, you’re being serious, serious right now?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, impatiently pulling his chair closer to yours, and Beomgyu completely freezes when he feels your arm snake around his precious, little waist.

“I mean, you’re always pleasuring yourself alone,” you whisper saccharinely, so dangerously close to his ear, “Why don’t I pleasure you this time?”

—————

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, pretty boy?”

He gulps, “I…I just read, a-ah, c-comments—“

“Pfft, the comments?” you scoff, “How pitiful.”

The poor boy hisses when you slightly tighten your grip on his cock, continuing to slowly—painfully—drag a mixture of his precum and your own sly spit all over him.

“Why read the comments when…I could be right here, next to you?” you lean in closer to his ear, “touching you just like this…”

Your hand swallows up his swollen, too-abnormally-fat-of-a-tip, and makes him whine out loud, all pathetic for everyone watching to hear.

“Aw, is it too much?” you pout and coo, clearly enjoying yourself as you put him through a different kind of torture.

“N-no-” Beomgyu shakes his head, brows knit and eyes shut tight like a stupid anime character.

“No, who?”

His whimpers and gasps are so, so fucking cute that you can’t help but grind a little on your chair, just watching him try to push words beyond his tight throat.

“N-no, mommy,” he swallows hard, “keep going, p-please…”

“Good boy.”

He deserves a little bit more, doesn’t he?

“God, you’re so…” you hiss in through your teeth as you loosen your grip to focus on increasing your speed, “so fucking good for me…”

Beomgyu’s mouth drops wide open and his back delicately arches against his gamer chair, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull his side up against your torso.

Face fucked out and parallel with the ceiling, he squeezes your thigh as to hold onto something—something close and comforting to level himself.

But at the rate of which you’re going on his pretty, little cock? There’s no way he can come down from the clouds now.

And especially when Beomgyu’s the master of edging himself, having the ability to control his pleasure levels and think about grandmas in time to prolong his pleasure is completely useless now that you have him in the palm of your sadistic hand.

“Too…too fast, mommy—“

You find him trying to hold back his moans and whimpers all silly. Oh, you’re gonna milk this boy until he’s gone.

“Aw, scared of cumming too soon?” you chuckle, “how embarrassing.”

You peek at the monitors, only to see all of them egging you on. Like yourself, the viewers want to see this poor boy become a cum-spurting mess—crying and squirting his children-carrying juice everywhere—all over your hand, keyboard, monitors, himself.

“No, you’re gonna hold it in for mommy, okay? No cumming until I say so.”

How could you put him through such…torture? It’s delicious—the way he looks, sounds, and smells like flowers. There’s nothing wrong with weeding out the bad in his cock.

But unfortunately, that would mean you’d have to pull at his precious, little petals, and tease up his leaves a bit. His lovely viewers deserve to see him suffer just as much as you do, facing his ultimate demise, the beginning of the beautiful end—an orgasm denial.

One that would leave him shaking and crying all pretty for the world to see.

The boy’s so stupid and desperate—so gullible and easily controlled—he has nothing else, but the various sensations of his cock driving him. He’ll do anything to cum at this point.

“I-I…I’ll hold it in, mommy, promise!” he blurts out, realizing that you slowing down might be worse for him, “Just…don’t s-stop, pleeease…”

He’s trying so hard to keep himself at bay with the kind of pace you’re using on him—and fuck, it’s so cute—obviously showing his efforts in the form of prominent neck veins, a deeply reddened face, and tears beginning to seep out from under tightly closed eyes.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” He knows you’re fucking with his mind, even more so by leaning in close to press soft kisses on his neck where the veins are out.

“Poor, poor baby…“

“M-mommy, I- nng, can’t!” he cries out, feeling a fever kick in and his cock becoming numb from it all, “Please, I can’t…h-hold it anymore—“

He grabs onto you and his armrest tight, chest heaving and breathing so dramatically. It’d be a miracle if he doesn’t end up fainting by the end of this.

“Not yet,” you breathe out, speeding your strokes up, “just a little more for mommy—“

“Oh, mommy, please- let me cum, p-please!!” he squirms frantically in his chair, throbbing heavily in your wet hand.

Without saying a word back, you quicken your pace, putting him to the test—

Fine. If he can’t take simple orders like a good boy…

Beomgyu gasps and cries out loudly, hips beginning to thrust off the chair and into helpless sobs.

It’s only a matter of time before he finds out he’s fucking nothing but air.

Because bad boys don’t get rewards.

“Mommy, n-no!”

It’s too late.

You had already loosened your fingers around his crying cock, and now, the poor thing is pathetically swinging around in the air along with his needy hips, dripping of the tinniest essences that have failed to be milked completely.

He could’ve used his own hands to finish it off, but both were quickly held back by yours.

You have yet to release his dainty wrists from your tight hold, letting him whine in absolute tears. It wasn’t easy, but you were able to pull his shaking body back down into his chair again before he could fuck something random—anything in sight—but considering his position, he desperately tried to rub his thighs against his cock.

But there wasn't any use. Now, he’s left with tears staining his cheeks and a pitiful gaze down at his own swollen cock. Nothing but a few droplets on his trembling thighs.

It’s obvious he’d never had a ruined orgasm in his life, even when his audience has paid thousands in request. Poor Beomgyu just needed a push. So admittedly, the satisfaction was at least shared among you and his loyal fans.

“that was so fucking hot holy shit”

“couldn’t even last five mins”

“can u be my mommy too”

The reactions are all too good to your ego. And you’re glad to see that for the most part, everyone seems to have enjoyed it. You should definitely do this more.

Was he that much of a brat that the donations popping up screen have now doubled—no, tripled in size?!

There’s one comment that really catches your eye, though:

“i’ve seen every one of his streams and holy fuck…glad u put him in his place lmfao”

And here, you thought he was a good boy. Tsk, tsk.

Beomgyu’s not exactly…happy about the situation, but he knows this was a very deserved humiliation. And on the bright side, from what you've seen from his streams (secretly), he loves being humiliated, regardless.

“I should join your streams more often,” you tease, face pulling a grin that could devour him. “Mommy’s gonna play with your pretty, little cock for a very long time..."

Just then, the door swings open and presents yet another tall, young male you’ve never seen before, frozen in place with Starbucks cup in his hand and his mouth covered with the other.

"O-oh, I’m sorry," You turn to the frightened boy next to you, "Uh, Gyu, who is this-"

“Yeon-yeonjunnie hyung?”

#txt fics #txt smut #txt scenarios #choi beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fanfic #txt fanfic #txt imagines

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brighter-by-the-daly · 2 years ago

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Eight - Fantasies 🔞

Posted: 19/03/23 Edited: 10/08/23

Rachel had told you where the family stand was, that it’s a private entrance and to come early as family were allowed in an hour in before the general public. You, your friends and your family made your way up the steps to the stadium, found the entrance Rachel was talking about and handed over your tickets for inspection. Adjusting your shirt as they waved you inside and handed you vip lanyards you made your way through the corridor. Turning a corner you spotted Rachel was leaning up against the wall, her face lit up when she noticed you and leant in for a hug placing a kiss on your cheek. “I thought you’d be talking tactics by now, what ya doing?” you asked, surprised to see her. “I’ve come to show you to your seats!” Rachel said to everyone, taking your hand and leading you out through the tunnel, you got butterflies knowing this is where it all started, last time you were here you were flirting and now she’s actually your girlfriend! Who would have thought! She walked you out onto the pitch with your family where Millie and Rachel’s families were too, “I thought you’d like some photos in the empty stadium?” she asked. Posing while Rachel snapped away on the camera, you introduced everyone to both families and Millie’s said they’d heard a lot about you the took the piss out of your shirt “someone requested it specially” you quipped giving Rach the eyes which made her look away embarrassed. They all went to take their seats while Millie took some photos of you and Rachel who had specific poses in mind. “Y/N!” you heard someone shout your name, startled at the noise echoing through the tunnel but you couldn’t tell who it was coming from until Mary and Beth appeared. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were coming?! I need to make another tiktok with you, the last one got soooo many views!!” she exclaimed. “Hey, you’re just using my girlfriend for clout!” Rach shouted, pushing her friend jokingly. “That’s only because they were trying to figure out who I was, they’ve worked it out now!” you laughed. You didn’t mind, you liked feeling like part of the team. The five of you made a few dance videos together and then Mary directed one of just you and Rach for the gram. As the rest of the team started heading out on to the pitch, they all waved and high 5d you as you ran towards your seat which was front row and with everyone else’s family. You were so excited for this game, you flicked through Insta stories and realised Rachel’s brother had posted a video of you all on the pitch with the caption “love seeing my sister so happy”, you looked at him behind you and pulled a cute teary face like the emoji 🥹then chatted amongst yourselves while the girls warmed up until it was time for kick off. Your besties posted so many photos bragging that they were front row at Wembley which you thought was funny. There was an incredible light show and fireworks which got you all geared up and dancing before the girls walked out on the pitch to face Brazil. It was a tense first half which finished 0-0 so it was all to play for in the second. Rachel was playing where Sarina liked to keep her - as defender. All the girls were in top form, they had to be, they all wanted to be seen as a threat in the World Cup. Half time came and went but when the girls came back you noticed Rachel had moved up front, you felt in your bones that this is her moment, she’s going to score in this position and Brazil didn’t know what was about to hit them.

Sure enough, ten minutes into the second half Millie shot Rachel a beautiful long ball which she headed straight into the back of the net. The crowd went absolutely wild, it was electric, you were all screaming and hopping around! Rachel jumped into Millie’s arms as they raised their hands to the sky for her dad. You actually started crying you were so happy but you knew there was still at least half hour to go.

Brazil had a good few chances but nothing ever succeeded until suddenly catastrophe struck, a tackle gone wrong awarded Brazil a penalty and the atmosphere changed dramatically. They were huddled talking tactics while our girls were gearing Mary up, Brazil struck the ball which felt like it took forever to land safely into Mary’s gloves. You heard 90,000 people breath a sigh of relief as the ball was played back down our end of the field where we gained a corner. Sweetly taken by Russo where Millie was patiently waiting at the back post and used her signature header to plant it nicely in the back of the net. You screamed so loud you thought you were going to lose your voice! Surely it’s all over for Brazil now! Sure enough they couldn’t claw it back and England were announced the winners! The crowd sang out a very loud rendition of ‘Sweet Caroline’ as the players celebrated with each other and when ‘Freed by Desire’ started playing the whole crowd was dancing as they took their lap of honour. The girls came dancing over to the family stand as they jumped in front of you singing with the crowd. Rachel leant over the barrier with a pouty face, looking at her questioning whether she actually wanted you to kiss her in front of everyone, as soon as she nodded you rushed over and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her. “I’m so proud of you!!” shouting in her face “and you!!” grabbing and shaking Millie’s shoulders, all of you with the biggest smiles ever. They danced off with their friends and you realised the cameras caught everything, including Katie’s who was live on Insta.

The girls stayed behind to sign autographs while everyone trickled out of the stadium but you hung around until your girl came and got you to go back to the dressing room. Hand in hand walking back down the tunnel, you kissed at the entrance. “Can you believe this was less than a fortnight ago?” you said as you both turned around to look at the empty stadium again. “Becoming a bit of a tradition isn’t it” she smiled as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “Except.. later I’ll be taking this off not telling you to put it on” she laughed as she tugged at your shirt. “Wear your kit home please” you begged “but I’m so dirty (y/n/n)” she whined in response. “Riiight, there’s no point showering when you’re just gonna get all hot and bothered again is there” nudging her slightly. “You’re not wrong” she admitted, “I’ll bring my spare kit home, deal?” holding out her hand for you to shake. She pulled you in with her arm around you and walked you into the dressing room. Everyone was dancing and drinking, Mary was filming everything as usual, even Sarina was having a boogie! Everyone cheered as you both walked in, except Leah but you didn’t care, they weren’t cheering for you anyway! You sat down on the bench watching the girls have the best time of their lives celebrating getting one more step closer to being the best in the world. When Rag Doll came on everyone pushed Rach on top of the water cooler to sing it - a tradition born in the Euros - you had to record this, seeing her so happy made you happy. Everyone else was singing too but Rach was the star of the show. When the chorus came she jumped off the cooler and held her hand out for you to take “do I love ya my oh myyyyy, river deep mountain high” she sang towards you. “Yeah yeah yeah!” everyone sang back at her, “if I lost ya would I cryyyy, oh how I love ya baby” “baby baby baby!”. You wondered if she was just really getting into the song or if she purposely sang those words to you but kept recording regardless, trying not to overthink and just enjoy the moment of everyone being so happy. You noticed Leah left the room when she was singing to you but you didn’t let it dampen your spirits! In the end, Sarina sent everyone home for a well earned rest.

As always, Rachel opened the car door for you to climb in, before driving away you made out a little and your hand slipped into her shorts before she pushed you away laughing. “Not here! Anyone could see us!” her voice had turned high pitch. “Well hurry up and get home then, you’re hard to resist looking like that!” As you both pulled your seatbelts on, she put her foot down to get you home. Fast.

Once on the driveway, Rachel was quick to open the car door for you and without letting her move another step, you pulled her head towards yours unable to resist her any longer. Picking you up and wrapping your legs around her, still kissing as she carried you up the garden path. She struggled to unlock the door so put you down but the minute you were inside you pushed her back against the door, slamming it shut and shoving your hand back where it belongs - between her legs. It was messy but passionate as she picked you up and carried you up to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, you straddled over her lap while her hands were fumbling your body. You pulled her scrunchie out to wrap her hair around your fist and she did the same pulling slightly. She turned to chuck you off her and onto the bed so she was on top, sliding down your body to take your shorts off, as you went to take your top off she grabbed your wrists and shook her head smirking at you then suddenly flipped you over to eat you out. Slowly pushing your butt plug in she slipped the strap on over her shorts and plunged it between your legs making you scream with pleasure. She slapped your ass then grabbed the bottom of your shirt and wrapped it round her fist, the other hand doing the same to your hair as she rode you from behind. You were so turned on by her taking control and doing what she wanted. Rachel was so turned on fucking you from behind with you in her shirt. She pulled out then slapped and bit your arse so hard you screamed in pain, but a good type of pain, sexy pain. She turned you over so she could look at your face then shoved her hand over your mouth as she sneered “shut the fuck up” in your face. You have never been more turned on. As she started thrusting harder, your legs became weak and your eyes rolled back into your head. Rachel was loving the power, she held your wrists tightly to the mattress and as she came closer you tried to kiss her “don’t you dare fucking cum yet” she muttered into your mouth not letting you kiss her “I’m not done with you”. “I haven’t even started with you!” you said filthily as you mustered up all of your energy to push her off you so you could climb on top of her and clutch her throat with your hand “you don’t get to treat me like all of the others” you said through gritted teeth as you rubbed her pussy under her shorts. Feeling how wet and turned on she was from having her way with you, you pulled out and made her suck her own juices off of your fingers, biting your lip loving the sight. You pulled her shorts and strap on off and plunged your face between her legs messily eating her out. Her hands were pulling at your hair so hard you thought she was going to rip it out, you shoved three fingers inside her and watched her eyes roll back into her head and felt her cum dripping down your fingers. You pulled them out and made her watch you suck them before using them to play with yourself. “Got your breath back yet bitch?” when she nodded weakly you planted yourself on her face. Facing downwards so she could stare up at your bejewelled arse and her name on your back. Her cold hands rose up your shirt, undone your bra then fondled your tits, pulling hard on your nipples. You reached down to play with her sensitive clit while riding her face. She wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you deeper into her mouth until you came onto her tongue making sure she came for a second time as well before rolling off of her. Your heads the opposite ends of the bed stroking each other’s legs making you both quiver absorbing what just happened.

“Come here sexy” Rachel muttered with a happy undertone. You crawled up and laid next to her, staring into each other’s eyes and stroking each other’s naked bodies. “That was amazing” you whispered as you kissed her softly. “You liked it?” she asked shyly. “Couldn’t you tell?!” you asked shocked, “I was just testing the boundaries” she smiled. “There are no boundaries with you baby” reaching up to kiss her soft lips. “Tell me your fantasy (y/n/n)” she asked quietly “which one?” You chuckled with a smile, leaning your head on the palm of your hand. “All of them” Rach encouraged as she stroked your hair. “Well…” sitting up cross legged “the first is being in a tight little skirt with suspenders, cuffed” you rambled on with every detail like you’d been waiting for someone to ask you that question forever. Studying her facial expression displaying a raised eyebrow and a one sided smirk, clearly enjoying what you were describing. “The other is a Lioness picking me out from a crowd, fucking me senseless.. and falling in love with me” you paused before saying the last part looking up at her shyly while stroking hair out of her face to see her reaction. “I can certainly make the first one come true, that sounds.. hot!” she smiled thinking about it. “As for the second…” she paused, waiting for her reply your heart felt like it had stopped. “That’s already in progress” you let out a sigh of relief as she cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. The biggest smile spread across your face, unable to control your happiness as you kissed her back. “I was so worried for your reaction then!” you breathed heavily. “Why? It should be obvious how much I like you” moving her other hand to squish your face. “It is, but yknow “love” is a big word” you shrugged suddenly bashful, “so is besotted but that didn’t stop you from using it three hours after we met” she laughed prodding your ribs. “In fact, I’d say besotted is bigger than love” she continued to tease you, rolling your eyes as you went to slide away but she grabbed your waist and pulled you back into her. Holding your face again to make sure you were looking at her before saying “I don’t date people for fun (y/n/n), I date for the end game”. Your stomach flipped over at her admission which made you uncontrollably grin. “What’s your fantasies then?” you asked laying your head on her arm that was around you. “Apart from finding the perfect woman to spend the rest of my life with?” she said with unwavering eye contact making you melt, “I’d love a threesome” she chuckled “with two women or..?” you enquired. “Two women babe, I’m fully gay not like you” she nudged teasingly. “Hey! I don’t want a naked man near me ever again!” pushing her back. “I’d quite like a threesome too yknow, have you had one before?” “No that’s why it’s a fantasy silly! Have you?” “No, I was offered one once though - wish I took the chance now!” you giggled. “Oh my god, who with?!” her voice high pitched as she asked. “You won’t believe this… my ex girlfriend’s brother and my school best friend’s sister who I had such a huge crush on growing up!” laughing at the words coming out of your own mouth. “Your ex’s brother?!” she was astonished which made you laugh. “We’re still friends!”you exclaimed “the brother, not the ex she’s a dick” “ex’s usually are!” she sounded. “Hopefully no more exes for us aih” climbing on top of her and pinning her to the mattress. Rachel winked at you, “I don’t plan on it baby.”

Part Nine - Brighter Days

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Thirty Five

Billy

He was sure that he hadn’t ever felt so terrible before in his life. He could remember coming down from the drugs and he could remember a few years prior when he’d had come down from his first episode. He’d never done the two at once.

He’d never been in jail either. He’d settled over in his own shame and bitterness over the last three days, refusing to see or call anyone. He knew that Kim had visited more than once, multiple times a day actually. He shut it down every single time, feeling like he needed to punish himself for his dumb actions.

Jail, in all honesty, hadn’t been that bad. It gave him his own sense of solitude and allowed him to try and figure out how he’d explain what he’d done. He had lied to Kim and somehow that felt worse than anything else he’d done.

He was ultimately surprised when he’d heard he’d been released this morning. He didn’t know how they’d come up with the money, nor did he like the aspect of owing Sam or Rosemary. He was more than willing to stay in jail for the week, to sort out his mind for as long as he was able to do so.

They spared him a wife beater, which didn’t help much with the cool breeze out this morning. He didn’t protest though, he figured that Kim would be waiting for him outside with a fresh new outfit regardless. At least he hoped so. He wouldn’t blame her if she was beyond pissed at him.

“Jesus,” Billy cursed as he looked forward, “What are you doing here?” He didn’t mean to be so snappy, but it certainly sounded that way. He stared in disbelief at the brunette haired man that stood in front of him. He smiled sheepishly, his big brown eyes turning away awkwardly.

“I uh-, Well, Kim sort of spoke to me,” Steve spoke up as he shoved his hands in his pockets, “She needed to borrow some money but I told her it was no big deal.” He said at last, grinning like he had said something funny. Billy crossed his arms, not feeling amused with where this was going.

“Where is she?” He asked Steve seriously, peering around his shoulder to try and see if she was hiding within the car. He started to feel sick, wondering if he really had fucked things up with her. He inhaled sharply, hoping that she hadn’t sent Steve to break the news.

“She doesn’t know that I bailed you out,” Steve said slowly, “Not yet. This was sort of a rushed decision.” He added a second later. Billy blinked in confusion, not understanding why Steve would do such a thing. He figured if Kim had asked him, then she had already been working with other people. He was more than glad to wait for her to bail him out.

He felt reassured, however, knowing that she had no clue that he was released. He would feel too guilty to accept any of the money that she borrowed from someone else. He knew he’d have to pick up the slack and work harder so he could pay Steve back, but he’d hate having to do the same to Kim. He didn’t want her to stress about money ever again.

“Cool,” Billy huffed, “I can take the bus.” He said a second later as he began to turn to walk to the bus stop. Steve sighed deeply as he followed him, tossing a blue shirt Billy’s way. Billy gripped it awkwardly as he snapped his head towards Steve again.

“Look,” Steve sidestepped him, “Can you just relax, put this shirt on and come with me. You know, you don’t have to be such a stubborn asshole all the time.” He looked at Billy seriously, nodding his head like it was obvious. Billy inhaled deeply through his nostril, knowing it would not be good to punch the one that just bailed him out of jail.

“No need to be such a pussy about it,” Billy grumbled, although he knew he should probably behave, “Thanks.” He mumbled a second later, feeling a bit awkward as he shimmied the shirt over his head. It was slightly too tight around the shoulders and arms, but he didn’t protest. It was better than just the wifebeater.

“It’s whatever,” Steve shrugged his shoulders as he walked to the driver's seat, “I told Gina I’d pick us up some lunch. You don’t mind, do you?” He asked hesitantly, like he didn’t know how Billy would respond. Billy pressed his fingertips up towards his temple, having no desire to see anyone else when he was in this state. He knew he looked a mess, but most of all he was tired. All he wanted to do was sleep the day away.

“Can you drop me off first?” He questioned a second later, still keeping his eyes closed as the bright sun gleamed in through the large window. He no longer felt the warmth from the sun, just the reminders of the stupid things he’d done.

“She said it would be nice to get you something,” Steve said slowly, “Plus, Kim is in school anyways. You can’t see her right now regardless.” He shrugged his shoulders, apparently now used to his relationship with Kim.

“She’s probably freaking out,” Billy stated truthfully, knowing that things must’ve been bad if she went to Steve for help, “Why would you pay that much money anyways?” Billy asked him seriously, not understanding why he’d waste that much money on him.

“It was only a few hundred bucks,” Steve said as he looked at him curiously, “I told her it wasn’t that much.” He shrugged his shoulders, truly meaning his statement as he turned away. Billy snorted as he looked out the window, shaking his head at Steve’s ignorant words. He supposed it wasn’t really Steve’s fault for being raised in that way. Billy was sure all Steve had to do was ask and he’d get whatever he wanted.

“That’s a lot for most of us,” Billy corrected him as he glanced over, noticing how slow Steve was driving. Billy figured he must still be getting used to the area, “And she grew up in poverty.” He added a second later, hoping that Steve realized how hurtful he must’ve sounded when he spoke to Kim.

“Oh,” Steve flushed as he looked ahead, “I didn’t know that.” He said softly, looking very uncomfortable as if he was suddenly aware of his status. Billy shook his head again, still not understanding the root of the issue.

“Why did you bail me out?” He asked him seriously, a little sterner. He wanted to believe it was because of Kim, but that was hard to agree with when she wasn’t here at the moment. Billy figured there was another reason that Steve was doing this for.

The car was silent besides the pop music that was playing on the radio. Billy knew the station wasn’t one that Gina picked, as she listened to the same music that he did. Steve tapped his hands against the steering wheel, looking a little stiff before he exhaled loudly.

“I’m fucking lonely,” Steve said dramatically at last, “Tommy hates my guts and I love Gina but sometimes I need a break from being around her all the time.” He admitted, looking a little guilty as he said it. His words took Billy by surprise, who was beginning to believe that this had to be some sort of power play.

“Aren’t you going to school?” Billy knitted his eyebrows together in confusion as he lightly tapped his foot against the floorboard. He had no idea what he’d have to offer to Steve. They had nothing in common, not to mention that Billy had smacked him around more than once.

“Next semester,” Steve exhaled deeply again, “I don’t know this town or area or any of the people. I was hoping maybe you could help me out.” He replied a little sheepishly. As to prove a point, he quickly turned into the left lane to try and make the light. Billy felt his eyes widen, feeling like he was back in the car with Kim when she’d make her rash decisions.

“Kim is going to be better at being a friend than I am.” He told Steve seriously with a nod of his head as he gripped the cushions of his seat tightly. He figured that it would be his luck to have Harrington pay his bond, then to kill him in a car crash. Not that Billy didn’t deserve it.

“Kim is really sweet,” Steve told him softly, like he was trying to approach the topic with caution, “But I want someone that wants to watch the games and doesn’t yell at me when I leave the toilet lid up.” He spoke dramatically as he held his fingers up while he moved the steering wheel again. Billy thought about it for a moment, deciding that he really wouldn’t like if Kim hung out with him all the time anyways. He didn’t want her crush coming back.

“We have nothing in common.” He told him seriously a second later, feeling like this was a ridiculous conversation. He knew that he was being an ass, that it would be easy to agree to Steve’s negotiation and never see him again, but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted Steve to realize how dumb this whole thing was.

“We both like sports,” Steve said pointedly, “And I bailed you out so that means you have to at least try being nice to me for a little bit.” He replied seriously as a soft grin formed on his lips. Billy scoffed as he turned away.

“I’d rather go back to jail.” He mumbled underneath his breath, thinking that it would be better to be there and on his own rather than to be stuck with Steve. Then again, it could be worse. He figured he could be in jail and stuck with Steve as a roommate. That would be the icing on top of the cake.

“Seriously,” Steve rolled his eyes as he pulled over into a parking lot, “I’m not that bad. And I’ve never once been interested in your sister. In either of them.” He quickly corrected his statement as he held his hands up innocently. Billy turned towards him, still not understanding why he wanted to hang out with Max all the time. Then again, Billy was sure that Max hadn’t been over to visit since he’d moved here. Perhaps she didn’t know.

“It’s weird that you hang out with a bunch of kids.” Billy told him truthfully as he stepped out of the car. He breathed in deeply, trying to enjoy the wind on his skin but it only felt bitter. He fumbled with his pockets before remembering he had no cigarettes, nothing to occupy his mind from the impending doom.

“Yeah, well,” Steve paused for a moment, “They’re like the little siblings I never had. It’s kinda fun.” He said sheepishly with a smile. Billy wondered for a moment what it was like to live in such a big house and have no one. Then again, Steve still had one more parent than Billy did growing up. He watched as Steve fumbled with his own pockets for a moment before he held a cigarette out towards him. Billy took it gladly, even more elated as Steve lit it for him.

“I’ll wait here.” Billy said after he took a particularly long drag, missing the way the smoke filled his lungs. He was fine sitting outside and trying to pretend like he was soaking up the sunshine. He didn’t want to feel like Steve owed him anything else.

“No, it’s fine,” Steve shook his head, “Don’t worry about the cost or anything. Seriously. I just want your company.” He said with a bright smile, like it was something to be excited about. Billy felt like gagging, not used to anyone but Kim wanting his company so badly.

“Fucking weird,” Billy sighed but listened as he followed Steve inside the restaurant. He desired nothing more than to be at home and shower, but at last decided that this would be better than being alone. He figured he could ignore the root of his problems, then perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. Neil never let him hide in his room in the darkness, he didn’t have to do that now either, “Can we sit at the bar?”

“Every place I’ve been to checks your ID,” Steve mumbled but followed Billy over there anyways, “Not a whole lot of fun.” He surprised Billy a little bit by his words, but Billy quickly reminded himself of Steve’s status before he knew him. He wondered how someone could make such a drastic change.

“Mine is gone.” Billy grumbled in dismay, thinking about how the cops had snatched that up the first chance they got. The dirty bastards. He simmered for a second as he pulled a menu to him.

“I never needed one back home,” Steve said for a moment, pausing to pull the menu from Billy’s hands. Billy paused for a moment, scoffing before he reached behind the bar to pull his own towards him, “Gina has been craving pretzels, not like the chips but the soft kind.”

“Congrats,” Billy said dryly, still not sure why he was still sitting here, “You must be excited.” He said a second later, figuring there was no point in sitting here and being a dick. He mentally punched himself as he thought of the conversations he’d had with Kim. He wanted to marry her, he wanted to have kids with her but he knew it wasn’t the time. He felt dumb for trying to act like he could rush that.

“Oh yeah,” Steve perked up at the statement, “I can’t wait to be a dad. I want a big family.” He said excitedly before he turned his attention towards the bartender and gave his answer. Billy listened as he ordered Gina a few items to go. Billy glanced down at the menu again before deciding on the burger sliders, although he felt like he didn’t have much of an appetite.

“You don’t think it��s a little rushed?” Billy asked him a second later, not meaning to sound condescending but was serious in his question. He wasn’t sure how he’d even handle it if Kim got pregnant right now. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held a baby.

“I mean, it wasn’t expected,” Steve told him quickly, “But I’ve known and cared for Gina for a long time. I guess that was a sign that I finally got my act together.” He said with a soft smile, like he was happy with what happened. Billy exhaled deeply, thinking of the shit show that would’ve occurred if Kim had gotten pregnant before they were fully together.

“I guess,” Billy mumbled as he rubbed at his nose, feeling like the skin was still too dry, “Things happen for an odd reason.” He said at last as he shifted in his stool again. His back was sore from the thin mattress he’d been sleeping on. He wondered if Kim could crack it the same way she cracked hers, or perhaps he’d just have her stand on his back to do it.

They settled into silence for a few minutes as the game played on the TV. Billy willed himself to feel excited, to feel slightly hungry at the greasy smell of the food cooking nearby. Not even the fizziness of his coke brought any of his senses alive. He still felt numb all over, like part of him had broken away and left the empty shell behind.

“How did you know you were in love with Kim?” Steve asked softly, looking a little distant as he thought about his question. Billy turned towards him surprised as he took another drink from his coke.

“Do you not love Gina?” He asked in confusion, feeling like they had just discussed this a moment ago. He stopped for a moment, thinking about his parents' relationship and then Suasn’s relationship with Sam. He realized that babies didn’t always bring love.

“No, no I didn’t say that,” Steve defended himself quickly, “I love Gina. I’m just curious about you and Kim.” He said sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders. Billy snorted softly, realizing that Steve was having a hard time understanding this relationship. He couldn’t blame Steve, he figured that most people would.

“I liked Kim for a long time, far longer than I think she was ever interested in me,” Billy admitted, “She’s just different. She’s sweet and it’s not a fake thing. She’s just genuinely good. When I’m with her I don’t feel so shitty.” He blanched for a moment, glad at the arrival of their food as he was sure that he had overspoke. He meant every word though, no matter how sappy it was. She was bright and soft in her own way, like the moon that raised high in the sky.

“Geez,” Steve grumbled as he took a large bite from his burge. Billy held his own up, looking at the melted cheese and how the butter and grease dripped down. It was juicy and thick, with just the right amount of pink that he liked within the meat. It even smelt amazing, but it tasted like nothing, “You know she had a crush on me, right?” Steve said a second later, a small smirk on his lips as he looked quite proud of himself.

“Don’t be getting a big head, Pretty Boy,” Billy warned as he wiped his hands clean, “I’ll still fight you for her.” He teased back, feeling a little lighter as the conversation drifted on.

He learned that Steve really wasn’t that bad, despite how horrible Tommy made him out to be. He was still dorky and a little awkward, but Billy was pleasantly surprised to find out that they liked a lot of the same sports teams. He was even more surprised that Steve enjoyed music, something to do with how easy it was to read the notes.

He let himself relax at their house for a while after, his eyes peeled to the clock as he willed for time to go by faster. He wanted to desperately meet Kim at the house, to fall to his knees and beg for her forgiveness. He felt like she deserved that and so much more.

“I’ve got to go,” Steve said as he leaned forward to kiss Gina’s temple, “She can drop you off though. There’s no rush.” He told Billy truthfully, but was still looking at Gina as he spoke. He lightly twisted her curly hair around his fingers, looking amused at the way they fell off into thicker ringlets.

“I don’t mind if you have time to drop me off.” Billy said with a shrug of his shoulders, not really sure what he would sit here and speak to Gina about. He wanted to get home and prepare himself for Kim anyways. He was slightly dreading it, but only because he knew he had a lot to tell her.

“Oh,” Gina spoke up quickly, “I needed your help with something though. If it’s okay.” She flashed a desperate look at him, smiling stiffly like she wanted him to agree with her statement. He paused, a little unsure before he ultimately agreed to it.

“Sure,” Billy looked at her curiously, “Thanks for bailing me out.” He told Steve again, feeling a little sheepish for having to admit to it. He wished that he had Kim with him suddenly. She’d know what to say and how to make his words more meaningful. He didn’t think he was good at doing it on his own.

“Thanks for hanging around,” Steve smiled again before he squished Gina’s nose, “Call me if you need anything.” He told her before he scooped up his jacket and headed towards the door. Gina stood quickly, holding onto her stomach as her eyes followed Steve.

“I will,” She told him quickly, “See you later.” She waved rapidly, smiling brightly even as the door shut behind him. Billy looked at her curiously, trying to figure out what she would need him for.

“What do you need?” He finally asked, trying not to sound so grouchy as he settled back into his seat. Gina turned towards him, one hand still on her stomach as she raised her dark eyebrows high on her forehead.

“Do you want that pet or not?” She asked him sassily, looking like she was seconds away from kicking him out. He quickly straightened up, his demeanor changing in an instant as he thought about how much Kim would enjoy a cat.

“Yes,” He replied a second later as he stood to join her, “I fucked up bad with Kim. Maybe this will help.” He suggested more to himself, but really wanted to know what Gina thought about his statement anyways. He thought that her and Kim were fairly good friends, maybe she knew if it would lessen the blow.

“Hm,” She hummed softly, not giving him any sort of input as she walked up the stairs. He followed behind her, feeling like they were crawling at a snail's pace, “It’s up here.” She turned to face him, her cheeks red and her voice cutting off from being out of breath.

“I guess the baby didn’t know you were an athlete,” He teased her, noting the way she rolled her eyes once they reached the top. He watched her curiously as she leaned back against the stairway to catch her breath, “Jesus, was it that bad?”

“You try having all this extra weight and walking up the stairs,” She snapped at him as she pulled her hair back from her neck, “I swear I gained like twenty pounds overnight.” She told him truthfully before she began to walk again. Billy glanced down the stairs, hoping that her and Steve had decided on one of the floor bedrooms.

He followed her into one of the rooms, wondering why they had decorated so many when he was certain they wouldn’t have much family over. Perhaps it was for decoration, or for friends. He wondered if Tommy would eventually crash here once he got over his bitterness.

He lingered behind Gina, trying to make sense of where the cat would be hiding when she motioned towards a cage. He looked at her in disbelief, certain that it wasn’t safe for a cat to be locked away in a cage for so long. He bent over to get a closer look as she popped the cage open.

“What the fuck is this?” Billy asked seriously, looking at the white ball of hair in front of him. He bent lower, meeting the animal's beady red eyes as it chewed on a piece of hay. He watched as the nose scrunched up as it chewed and Billy was fairly certain there wasn’t one thought behind its eyes.

“It’s a guinea pig,” Gina encouraged with a smile, “Isn’t it cute?” She added quickly, her smile wide as she waited for Billy’s reaction. He looked at her incredulously, not sure how she had misinterpreted what he needed. He clearly remembered asking for a cat, not this little demon pig.

“I said I needed a cat,” Billy looked at her seriously, “This isn’t a cat.” He picked the guinea pig up by its scruff, gesturing it around wildly as it squeaked in protest. Gina’s eyes widened as she took a step forward to make him stop.

“You can’t hold it like that,” She took the pig from him, “Well guinea pigs are rodents and cats eat mice, so just deal with it.” She told him hotly as she rubbed the pigs fur back down on its back. Billy looked at her curiously, unsure of why she didn’t want to keep it if she was so concerned with how he was holding it.

“This was not our deal,” He told her frustrated, “Why don’t you keep it?” He asked, watching as she gently put it back in the cage. She sighed deeply as she turned to face him again, looking rather frustrated as she spoke.

“I don’t want a pet,” She said seriously, “Steve thought that a pet would keep us responsible but all this thing does is squeak and poop everywhere.” She said, sounding a little irritated as she spoke. She gestured towards the cage, earning a shrill from the pig before it was running to hide.

“Sounds like a baby.” Billy said dryly, watching the way she knitted her eyebrows together. He shrugged his shoulders, believing that he was right. All babies did was eat, poop and sleep. And cry. Lots of crying.

“Oh, okay,” Gina rolled her eyes, “You can have all of this for free. I’ll even pay for the food, just take it.” She pushed the cage towards him, a large smile pulling on her lips. Billy stared at it for a moment, thinking of how big of a dick he’d been to Kim recently. He wanted to show her how deeply he cared for her, but wasn’t sure that a little rat was the best way to do it.

“You don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl?” Billy tried to hide the defeated tone as he glanced back into the cage. It wasn’t a cat, but Billy supposed that Kim would still like it. He exhaled as he pushed a finger in through the came. The pig poked its head out before it disappeared again, bumping into the side of the cage as it did so. He exhaled, realizing it was dumb too.

“Um,” Gina picked it up again, ignoring the way it squeaked in protest. She held it up above her head, “No, no clue.” She said as she sat it back down in the cage. Billy stared at her for the longest time. He shook his head.

“Jesus,” He drew out slowly, “What am I supposed to do with a rodent?” This was supposed to be a nice gift to make up for the way he’d fucked up again. He doubted that Kim would think that something so disheveled looking would be an appropriate gift.

“I’m sure whoever you’re sleeping with will appreciate it,” Gina played with the bars on top of the cage, “She must be pretty special.” She added softly, her dark eyes flickering towards him with a knowing look in his eyes. He snorted, keeping his lips sealed away from her.

“You said it was a white cat,” He repeated, still feeling frustrated, “I asked for a white cat.” He said again, glancing over as Gina inhaled sharply through her nose. She pursed her lips together before she spoke again.

“It is white,” Gina gestured towards the guinea pig again, “Just not a cat.” She stated the obvious, looking up at him again with a wide smile. He only stared back, not being fooled by her act.

“Is Steve not attached?” Billy asked seriously, whining like he was a small child. He didn’t want to bring a poopy, demon eyed rodent back to Kim. He could only imagine what she would think about it.

“He had it on the sink while he was shaving yesterday,” Gina crossed her arms as she spoke, awkwardly maneuvering because of her baby bump, “Could you imagine if it dies? Because of me? He’ll be devastated.” Billy glanced down towards her protruding baby bump, wondering if the baby would be safe in her arms.

“It’s not too late to like, you know,” He made stabbing motions towards his own stomach, his eyes widening as her fist connected with the area on his back that he’d gotten tattooed. He winced as he jumped away, “Jesus. No need to get violent.” He mumbled, thinking that his joke had been fairly funny.

“I will be a great mother.” She said defiantly, like she had spent many hours in the mirror trying to convince herself of the same thing. Billy felt guilty suddenly, not wanting to make her feel bad too.

“I never said you wouldn’t,” Billy defended himself, although he still hoped that Steve kept a close eye on her and the baby. She was young, but she’d figure it out, “I’m just not sure what to do with this thing.” He gestured towards the cage again.

“She will love it,” Gina said between clenched teeth, “Besides, I’m sure it’s so much easier than a cat. It’s in a cage all the time. It’s just loud.” As to prove a point, the guinea pig began to squeak in the most obnoxious way Billy had ever heard. He exhaled harshly, closing his eyes as he thought about it. He wouldn’t have to go searching around for a cat.

“It’s free then?” Billy asked hesitantly, almost hating that he was going to agree to this. Gina nodded her head, a cheery look crossing her features again. He wondered if this was why Steve needed the occasional break from her. It was clear that the baby had erased her patience.

“Yes.” She said quickly, looking happy at the thought of getting rid of it. Billy inhaled deeply as he stared down at it again, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

“You’re not giving me a dying animal, are you?” He asked seriously, “Because this pig mouse dying on me isn’t the most romantic gesture.” He said, thinking realistically for a moment. He knew Kim would get attached too and he couldn’t deal with her growing upset if it died on her. Although, he wasn’t sure if she’d sleep any better with as loud as it was.

“No, it’s perfectly healthy.” Gina told him, beginning to sound more irritated as the minutes passed by. He didn’t care. He had nothing else to do and he had been lied to. He was going to make sure he wasn’t bringing back something rotten to Kim.

“What’s the name?” He asked, figuring that this was better than arriving empty handed. The pig turned towards him, his red eyes shining brightly as it stared. He shivered, imagining how its paws must feel.

“Steve JR,” Gina said slowly, snorting as she tried to keep from laughing, “I didn’t name it.” She said quickly, defending herself as Billy turned towards her curiously.

“Does Steve know the gender?” Billy asked, knowing that Kim would want to rename it. He wondered if she’d stick with Harrison JR after her favorite actor. He shook his head, figuring he wouldn’t have anything else to do with the rodent once it was hers.

“I’m too afraid to ask,” She shivered dramatically, like she had seen some odd things, “I’m fairly certain he had it sleeping in his hair one day.” She said as she tapped her finger along her chin, looking to be deep in thought. He laughed, hoping that she was joking.

“He’s going to be devastated.” Billy stated, almost wishing she’d just take it back. Him and Steve were currently alright, he didn’t know if a rodent was worth ruining that. He had just bailed him out of jail too, he wasn’t sure if he felt right taking away his pet.

“Then he can start feeding it and picking up the hay and the poop,” Gina rambled off, “He doesn’t do any of the actual care with it.” She said quickly, beginning to vent. Billy raised his eyebrows, wondering if she was jealous of the small animal.

“You better figure that out before the baby comes,” Billy felt his lips curling into a smirk, “Otherwise you may regret getting knocked up.” He chuckled, although he was sure that part of her had to regret it. He couldn’t imagine being so young and knocked up. Then again, he thought that Kim would look cute with a little baby bump. He exhaled hard, suddenly hot with the idea of her walking around filled with his baby.

“Steve isn’t bad,” Gina tried to cross her arms, but quickly gave up as she moved her hands to her waist, “He’s very sweet. Just a little clueless.” She nodded her head, confirming what Billy was sure he already knew. He wondered if that’s why Steve liked the guinea pig so much.

“Hm,” Billy hummed in response, earning another round of squeaks from the pig, “Well thanks for this… thing.” He said at last, hoping that this would make Kim loosen up a bit. He’d fucked up majorly, but he was sure this present would make things a little easier.

“Guinea pig,” Gina corrected, “And you’re very welcome.”

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“Did I miss something?” Billy asked as he looked around the house, stunned by how many Christmas decorations were up, “I thought we still had to go through Thanksgiving first?” He teased, feeling bad as he stepped into the kitchen. He’d been freaking out for the last ten minutes of the drive, fearing what everyone’s reactions would be. He missed Kim though. He missed her so much it hurt.

“You’re home?” Rosemary jolted from her chair at the table, looking up in surprise as she took a step forward, “How did you get out?” She asked him in disbelief, shaking her head like she couldn’t understand what had happened.

“A friend.” He said simply, feeling like Steve would be quite honored from his answer. He didn’t provide too many details, sort of afraid of how Rosemary would react. He felt like he was surprisingly calm at the moment, despite wanting to hide away in his room. He reminded himself that he’d done plenty of that in jail. There was nothing to be upset over, it was over with.

“Oh honey,” She paused in front of him, looking like she wanted to scoop him up but was afraid to do so, “We tried. I mean we were still trying, I was just looking at the money again. I’m so sorry we couldn’t get you out sooner.” Billy glanced towards where she was sitting, noticing the vast amount of green bills situated over the table.

“It’s fine, really,” Billy shrugged her off, “Are they home?” He asked, trying not to sound too eager as he spoke. He really wanted to see Kim; he desperately needed to see her. He needed to be with her and apologize for everything he’d recently put her through. He was beginning to feel extra guilty about neglecting her visits.

“Max is at a skating club, Russell went out with some friends and Kim is in her room,” Rosemary paused for a moment, “What’s that?” She asked curiously as she looked down at the cage. Billy paused as he gestured towards it.

“Um, a guinea pig,” Billy said slowly, realizing he probably should’ve asked her permission first, “I put Kim in a bad position the other night and wanted to apologize to her.” He said softly, wondering what her punishment had been. He was sure that she had gotten busted for lying about where she’d been, and possibly drinking as well.

“You guys are close,” She said softly, “I’m glad you’ve been there for one another,” She paused softly for a moment, “But you know you’re grounded. Both of you. You lied about where you were going and what you would be doing. Not to mention you scared me to death.”

“That’s the point of jail,” Billy pointed out, “I did the crime and the time.” He did his best to convince her, though he suddenly had a feeling it wouldn’t work. It wasn’t like he did anything anyways. He supposed that being grounded would be fine, although it was a little ridiculous.

“You were buying drugs,” Rosemary said softly, her eyes looking defeated, “What’s going on with you?” She asked the question that had been weighing on his shoulders for a long time. He glanced away, knowing he didn’t have an exact answer to her question. He didn’t know why he did half the things that he did. He had bought the drugs for fun, to try and to keep that same high sensation for just a little longer. The crashes from being so happy were always the worst, he just wanted to ease it just a little bit. Although, it had done nothing but fuck him up. The past few days in jail had been the worst.

“It was a party,” He laughed her worries off with a laugh, “It’s no big deal.” He replied as he weakly shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t think there was any problem with experimenting a little bit with drugs, but everyone else seemed to think the opposite.

“Don’t do it again,” Rosemary told him sternly, “When do you have to do drug testing?” She asked a second later, looking like she really was concerned. Billy wondered if he had just become a bigger problem in her life.

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “They said they’d send me the information.” He mumbled as he thought about it. He’d never had to do anything this serious, but he supposed it was better than going to those dumb programs and swearing off drugs forever. He just had to wait a few months until he was in the clear. He could surely do that.

“We’re here to help, all of us, if you need anything.” Rosemary said a second later. She took him by surprise as she leaned forward and tugged his head down so she could kiss his forehead. He was slightly stunned as he stepped back, not expecting her to be so motherly.

“I don’t,” He shook his head, “I’m fine. I’m going to take this up for Kim.” He said a second later, suddenly feeling like he didn’t know what to say. He felt like he’d made steps forward with her a few days ago, but that was all gone now. He didn’t know how to talk to her again.

“Alright,” Rosemary nodded her head softly, “I’m glad you’re back. We'll talk more later.” She said gently as she pulled her lips into a smile. Billy gave her a short nod before he headed down the hallway, worried at how Kim would perceive him in a few minutes. He wondered if she’d slam the door in his face and tell him to leave her alone out of anger. He knew that he’d deserve it. He’d deserve whatever she chose to do to him.

He was quiet as he softly dropped the cage into her room. He turned to slowly push the door shut behind him. He suddenly felt like his heart was beating normally as he took in the familiar smell of her as he entered. He glanced at the way she was lying on the bed, noticing that she was furiously scribbling something down. Her presence was warm and soft, like the pink in the sky when the sun was beginning to set or first rising.

“Miss me, Red?” He asked raspily before he cleared his throat, feeling like he was suddenly taken aback from his emotions. He felt like it was a stupid question as she had visited him and he’d only chosen to ignore her.

“Billy,” Kim snapped her head up, her features contorted into shock as she roughly pulled herself off of the bed. Billy felt his eyes lingering at the way her dress rode up against her thighs as she moved. She glided across the room the same way the moonlight did when it kissed his floorboards, “What are you doing here? How did you get out? When? Are you okay? I was just about to come and see you.” She spit out all at once as she stood in front of him. She held both of her palms on his biceps, pushing him back softly so she could examine his features. He pulled his lips into a lazy smile, trying to ignore the guilt that was eating at him.

“I’m fine,” He told her softly, answering one question at a time as he pulled her into a tight hug. She squeezed him tightly, her fingers linking together as she held onto him. She sighed deeply as she dropped her cheek onto his shoulder and clung to him. He rubbed his fingertips against her back softly, missing the way her body felt against his own, “Steve said you spoke to him. He bailed me out.”

“I told him I’d repay him,” Kim said quickly, “I didn’t know what else to do. I was asking around; but Tommy only gets a certain amount from his dad and Cindy said only if you’d go on a date with her, my friend Danielle almost agreed but she wanted me to-”

“It’s fine,” Billy cut her off before she could finish her ramble, grateful that she had gone to all of this trouble, “Thank you for trying.” He told her quickly and meant it. He felt guilty for making her worry so badly. He hoped he hadn’t disrupted her sleep or sent her into another panic. It made him feel sick. Her eyes flashed for a moment.

“You made me so worried.” She told him fiercely as she tugged his face towards hers and began to pepper her lips across his skin. He closed his eyes, hoping to soak up some of her emotions as her soft lips traced across his skin. He nudged his head forward, moving enough to graze his lips over hers.

He inhaled the taste of her, like she was a sweet treat that he hadn’t had in a long time. He clasped his hands over her soft lips, slightly growing alarmed with how frail she felt in his hands. He wondered how long she hadn’t been eating normally, how long he’d gone without noticing.

Kim continued to drag her lips over him, kissing him slow and sweetly as she gently tugged a hand through his hair. He sighed against her mouth, feeling comfortable within her arms. He gave her a few more soft kisses before he pulled his mouth away.

“I know,” He told her truthfully as he rested his forehead against hers, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I acted like that.” He muttered underneath his breath, afraid to know the truth. He had a feeling he already knew, but he wanted to ignore it for a little longer.

“You lied to me,” She told him pitifully as she looked at him with her big saddened hazel eyes, “You told me you weren’t doing any drugs at all but you have been.” She took a step back, but her fingertips lingered against his skin. He wondered if this would be the final straw for her.

“Just a little bit,” He said truthfully, “It really wasn’t a big deal.” He tried to convince her, but he felt like it wasn’t working. He held onto her softly, afraid to let go in case she moved further away from him. He needed the feeling of her skin against his.

“You’ve been acting so differently,” She said as she took a deep breath, like she was about to cry, “And it scared me. I thought you were going to get yourself hurt.” She replied in dismay, shaking her head like she still couldn’t believe what had happened. He breathed in deeply, wondering if it was just better to lie to her again. He figured it was easier to pretend that he had been on drugs than to try to delve into what was really wrong.

“I wasn’t taking drugs the whole time,” Billy said softly, unsure of how to explain it to her, “I just lost myself for a while.” He offered an explanation, but really didn’t know if that was the truth either. He always felt so good in those high states, like he was untouchable. He supposed that he had acted fairly crazy.

“I want to help you,” She told him seriously, “But I can’t do it if you’re lying to me. I was honest to you the other day, why can’t you trust me?” She questioned him in disbelief. He thought about how honest she had been, but he didn’t think of her wanting to drink as really being an issue. There wasn’t an issue with wanting to drink alcohol unless she began abusing it, which she clearly wasn’t. He truly believed that she was fine, that her fear was just rooted from her parents' sobriety issues.

“I trust you,” He said as he looked at her slightly stunned. She was about the only one that he really trusted, “I was just ashamed.” He replied a little softer. He hated feeling like he had to rely on something else to make his emotions feel normal, to make him not feel so numb. He couldn’t help that he craved the way drugs made him feel.

“Don’t be,” She told him quickly as she pulled him into another hug, “There’s nothing that I would judge you for. I love you.” She replied furiously as she gave him a tight squeeze. He grinned in her arms, rolling her eyes as she groaned while attempting to pick him up. He rested lazily against her, letting his weight move to his toes before he dropped again. She huffed, but continued to grip him tightly.

“Sappy,” He grinned softly as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers, “I’m sorry. I really am.” He told her seriously, hoping that everything would be okay from now on. He didn’t want there to be anything bitter between the two of them. This could be another fresh start.

“I know,” She replied as she inhaled deeply, “I just don’t want there to be anything hidden between us.” She mumbled, pulling away to move his hair from his eyes. He watched the way her eyes darted across his features like she was searching for anything else that he may be hiding. He had a feeling he’d taken them a step back.

“There’s nothing else,” He told her softly, “I’m just fucked up.” He said softly with a laugh, fully accepting the truth of that already. He didn’t think he’d ever be normal, no matter how hard he tried to pretend like everything was okay. His mind and body were a twisted mess that he didn’t know how to untangle.

“No you’re not,” She told him pointedly as she gave his biceps a soft squeeze, “You know, that reminds me of something.” She replied a little sheepishly as she pulled away, looking up at him with a childish grin. He looked at her confused.

“What?” He asked softly, feeling like it would take a lot for her to get onto his same level of fucked up. He tried to remind himself that she had plenty of opportunities to mess up and for him to just forgive her. It was the least that he could do for her.

“Audrey, the one who was going to cover for me,” Kim breathed in slowly, “She wanted me to pretend to be her brother’s girlfriend. I never fully agreed to it, but I just wanted you to know it was discussed.” She rambled on for a moment, her cheeks red from how quickly she had spoken. Billy felt his eyebrows raise on his forehead from his own amusement.

“Alright,” He laughed as he pressed his lips to hers, sighing deeply as he missed the taste of her mouth against his, “I forgive you for being a hoe.” He teased her softly as he moved his hands to her waist and pulled her close. She squeaked softly, her eyes wide from his words.

“Billy,” She laughed as she nudged him softly, “I would never do anything like that.” She told him truthfully. She paused against his touch, holding onto him softly like she wanted to say something else. He decided to change the topic again, not wanting to discuss anything else from the party.

“I know,” He smiled as he pulled her forward again, desperate to feel her warmth and inhale her scent, “I missed you.” He told her truthfully. His mind had been a mess and he had felt lower than he had in a long time, but he still thought of her everyday. He really did feel like they had been separated, just like those sad stories she always managed to come up with.

“I missed you too,” She mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed tightly, “You’re never going there again.” She told him sternly, her eyes flashing for a moment as she truly meant her words. He felt his lips curling up into a smile as he nodded his head in agreement.

“I’m sorry for what I put you through,” He mumbled, “I don’t deserve you.” He said a second later as he curled up against her. She scoffed as she lightly dug her fingertips into his skin, jolting him from how determined she suddenly appeared to be.

“Yes you do,” She said as she looked towards him, “And I deserve you. Don’t think so negatively. I love you.” She told him again, her eyes softening as she once again ran her fingertips through his hair. He leaned against her touch, surprised at how deeply he could miss someone. He thought that he had missed Rosemary for all of those years, but this had been something completely different. He thought that life wasn’t worth living if he didn’t have Kim with him.

“I love you too,” He smiled softly, “Did you see your gift?” He asked, clearing his throat again in fear that he might get too emotional. He jerked his chin towards the cage, clearly knowing that she had stumbled right over it. Her eyes widened in interest.

“What do you mean?” She asked curiously. She dropped her gaze to the way he gestured towards the cage, “What is it?” She asked as she fell to the floor. She peered inside of the cage and Billy had to resist kicking the side of it so the pig would make itself seen.

“A guinea pig,” He did his best to sound interested and happy with it, “It’s like a mouse.” He told her as he joined her on the ground. His body was sore, aching from how uncomfortable the bed in jail had been. It hadn’t done him any good to mope the previous three days as his body was paying for it now.

“Oh my gosh he’s so cute,” Kim gushed as she crossed her legs and pulled the cage open. She was careful as she pulled the white rat from the pen, “Oh hi, baby. How are you?” She cooed as the guinea pig squeaked in response. She held it up, her eyes lighting up in joy. Billy inhaled deeply, feeling like he’d finally done something right.

“Do you have a name?” He asked her softly as he pushed a strand of her short hair behind her ear. He savored how soft it felt against his fingers, like silk. She turned to him brightly as she pulled the pig to her chest like it was a baby.

“Looks like a Casper,” She grinned softly, “Or maybe Snoopy.” She said a second later, looking like she was debating between the two. Billy sighed happily in response, feeling like he’d done something right.

“Do you like him?” He asked her softly, although he was certain that he already knew the answer. She nodded her head quickly before she brought her lips down to the rats ears. He felt his nose curling at her motions.

“Yeah,” She grinned up towards Billy, her sad eyes mingling with joy, “Thank you. What do I owe you?” She asked him seriously. He laughed, shaking his head at her ridiculous statement. He felt like she would never owe him anything. He didn’t even deserve to be sitting in this room with her at the moment.

“You don’t owe me anything,” He told her truthfully as he leaned his head against her, soaking up the feeling of her once again, “I’m going to go shower.” He said a second later, feeling like he needed to scrub the feeling of jail off of his skin.

“Good,” She smiled teasingly, “I wasn’t going to say anything but you kind of stink.” She looked at him in amusement, giggling before she even finished her sentence. He smiled, missing the sound of her laughter.

“Do I?” He questioned with a laugh, “I don’t think they care much about hygiene there.” He mumbled as he pushed her hair from her face again. He liked looking at her features, wished that he’d look at them a little longer. He didn’t want to ever forget what she looked like.

“Do you need help?” She asked softly, almost shyly as she peered towards him. He scanned her face again, noting the way she was beginning to flush. He liked how forward her question was, but he knew they couldn’t do it. Not right yet.

“Mhm,” Billy grinned as he dragged his lips against hers, “I’d say yes but I don’t think it’s safe at the moment.” He replied truthfully. He figured that he was on thin ice with Sam and didn’t want to ruin it by being caught showering with Kim. They’d have to wait, give the events a good week to blow over before they got too risky.

“We should tell her.” Kim said quickly, nodding her head like they should do it right now. He watched her for a moment, wishing that he could agree with her. He knew that they should, but he just wasn’t ready yet. He figured he owed it to Rosemary to fix their relationship first before anything else happened.

“Soon.” He promised, giving her one last kiss before he rose. She watched him as he left, using the guinea pig’s paw to wave at him. He sighed deeply, a little amused as he waved back before he stepped into the hallway.

He wondered what Neil would think about him if he knew what had happened. Billy figured that he would be fairly cocky about it, he probably thought that Billy deserved to be in jail. Billy quickly shook his thoughts away, hoping to wash them away in the shower.

He scrubbed at his body until his skin was raw and he was sure that there were no remnants of jail on him. He leaned his head back, enjoying the way the warm water trickled through his hair. He suddenly wished that he’d taken Kim up on her offer, as every time he wrapped his hand around his dick there was nothing. Nothing stirred, nothing moved. No matter what dirty scenarios of Kim he came up with, nothing happened. It was frustrating.

He figured he’d overworked his mind and body the week prior, which is why everything felt so hard to think of and do. He scrubbed himself dry, noting the deep bags that had developed underneath his eyes. He was suddenly tired again, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

He put on fresh pajamas, not bothering to get himself fully dressed. He didn’t think it was worth it anyways, as he had full plans to go to his room and pass out in his bed. He walked out in the hall, not making it very far before he was bombarded.

“Hey,” Russell grinned, bounding forward as he wrapped his lanky arms around Billy’s torso, “You’re back!” He replied in joy, his blue eyes flashing as he looked up towards Billy. Billy paused, unsure of how to handle the sudden intrusion before Max was suddenly wrapped around his other side.

“Uh, yeah.” He said lightly as he patted Russell’s back. He felt frozen, unsure of how to react. He was sure that everyone would’ve been pissed at him. He certainly thought that they were upset, but not in the way he was expecting. Not in the way he was used to.

“Did anyone get stabbed while you were in there?” Max craned her head up in interest as she held onto the other side of Billy. He looked down at her in confusion, figuring she was kidding until he realized that she was completely serious. He shook his head softly.

“No,” He said with a laugh as he gave them another soft squeeze, “I wasn’t in there that long.” He reminded her, wondering if he would’ve seen something like that if he had stayed longer. Russell gave him another hug before he slowly pulled away.

“What’s the point then?” Max mumbled as she walked away, acting like Billy had just ruined her whole evening. He shook his head, planning to turn him around before Russell gave him a push towards the dining room. Billy noted the nice smells that filled the room, but he still felt like he had no appetite.

“Good to see you’re back,” Sam smiled softly as he closed his book, “How are you feeling?” He asked curiously, his glasses slightly sliding down his nose as he spoke. Billy paused before he sat down at the table.

“Tired.” He said at last, feeling like he could rest his head forward and fall asleep. Kim met his eye for a moment before he turned away again, feeling guilty for a reason he couldn’t explain. He waited until everyone was done serving themselves.

“I bet,” Sam said softly as he passed Billy the spoon to the mashed potatoes, “How about we get you set up with a doctor?” He questioned him casually, looking calm as he spoke. Rosemary raised her eyes to look at Sam, looking like she didn’t want to discuss this now.

“Why?” Billy asked curiously as he made a small portion on his plate. He didn’t want to be rude, but he had no appetite. He also felt a little nervous, as if Sam could see right through him. He analyzed Sam for a moment, trying to see what was hidden away.

“Just for health purposes,” Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Max is going in next week and we’re looking for one for Kim right now.” He said as he pointed his fork towards the two girls with a small smile. Billy relaxed a bit, hoping it had nothing to do with his previous state.

“I guess.” He said a second later as he brought a forkful of roast up to his lips. He chewed it around, desperately trying to imagine what it must taste like. Everything still tasted bland.

“We’re just glad that you’re back,” Rosemary said as she gave him a squeeze, hugging him so tightly that he thought she’d crush his bones. He figured that she no longer cared if it made him uncomfortable or not, “You’re not to do that again though.”

“I won’t.” He muttered underneath his breath, feeling like he was promising something that he wasn’t sure he could control. He didn’t think he was an addict by any means, but he still enjoyed having fun. He was young, it was fine.

“You’re both still grounded,” Rosemary said as she glanced towards him and Kim, “I already told Kim, but you can just go to work or the bakery. No where else.” Rosemary said with a nod of her head. She looked slightly unsure though, like she didn’t know how Billy would handle what she said. He shrugged his shoulders, knowing he’d had worse punishments.

“I don’t know if I have a job anymore.” He admitted after a second thought. He hadn’t shown up to any of his shifts after Halloween, so he was fairly certain that it was gone. Kim coughed, drawing his attention to her before she spoke up.

“I contacted them,” Kim admitted sheepishly, “Like I called in for you and stuff. I think you’re okay.” She said softly. He felt his eyes widen at her words as he bit back a grin, still surprised with how much she cared for him. Still, he didn’t know if he’d get away with having his girlfriend calling in for him.

“If not, you’re always welcome back at the bakery.” Rosemary said softly, looking a little hopeful. He paused, wondering if he really wanted to go back to the bakery or not. He figured that money was money, regardless of what he’d be doing.

“You can see my science fair now,” Russell grinned from ear to ear, “It’s this Sunday.” He turned in his chair, his feet crisscrossed oddly underneath his body as he thought about it. Billy nodded his head, nearly forgetting that he had agreed to do that.

“Okay,” Billy replied as he slowly tried to chew his food again. He kept reminding himself that it did taste like food, his mind was just spiraling again, “That sounds like fun.” He said softly in agreement. Russell beamed from ear to ear as he turned back to his plate.

He could feel Kim’s eyes on him as dinner passed by slowly, so he pretended to eat. He pretended that he was hungry and that everything tasted okay. He figured the more that he pretended, the easier that it would get to fall back into the rhythm of how things once were.

"Can I ask you something?" She questioned quietly, her eyes full of worry as she turned to face him. He scrubbed the rag against one of the dishes, his hands feeling numb from how hot the water in the sink was. He watched as she glanced over her shoulder, looking like she was concerned that someone might hear her question.

"Sure," He said, although he felt like Russell and Max had already asked all the possible questions about jail, "What's up?" He asked her this time, unsure of why she had suddenly grown silent. She flicked her tongue across her bottom lip. She knitted her eyebrows together as she spoke up.

"Why did you let Dakota sit on your lap?" She asked him hesitantly, dropping the towel as she turned to face him. He blinked, looking at her in confusion as his memory came up blank. He opened his lips, then shut his mouth again as he tried to think about what he had done. Everything felt blank, empty as he finally shook his head.

"What?" He asked a little nervously, shrugging his shoulders as he gauged her reaction. He hoped that someone sitting on his lap was the worst of what he'd done. He didn't even recall seeing Dakota other than at the beginning of the party. Kim tilted her head to the side, looking a little perplexed at his question.

"When I found you, she was sitting on your lap," She said pointedly as she fumbled with the towel again, "Why?" She asked him again, sounding a little sterner this time around. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what his answer was. He leaned against the counter as he handed her the last plate that needed to be dried.

"I don't remember that," He admitted honestly, "I don't know why." He said at last, even though he did know why. He had clearly drunk too much, then taken one too many lines. He wasn't sure if he felt comfortable bringing that up yet.

"You don't know why you'd leave me and go hang out with another girl?" Kim took the plate from him slowly, one of her eyebrows raised high as she watched him. He was suddenly taken aback, not used to the snip that was in her tone. He pressed his fingertips against the side of the sink, squeezing softly as the guilt grew even larger inside of his chest.

"Do we have to talk about this right now?" He asked instead, feeling too drained from the past few days to dig up some sort of fight. He understood that she was upset, and she absolutely had a right to be, but he didn't feel it in himself to dig for some sort of an excuse. There wasn't an excuse. He was sure that he hadn't been thinking at all. Kim paused for a moment, looking like she was debating about her answer before she straightened out her shoulders and stood a little straighter.

"Yes." She said at last as she tilted her chin up, looking like she was trying to ooze confidence. He felt the corner of mouth twitch, noticing the way her eyebrow twitched and the flush that spread across her cheeks. She brought her fingers up to her hair, then quickly dropped it like she was worried he could see how nervous she was.

"She sells drugs," He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he finally clean, "I guess it just went from there." He replied slowly as he pushed his hand from his forehead. He closed his eyes for a moment as he felt a shameful feeling settle over him again. He'd clearly fucked up something between him and Kim, even if she wasn't admitting it yet. He exhaled again before he turned to look at her.

"So, you let her sit in your lap?" Kim drew out slowly, her eyes wide and filled with hurt as she looked towards him. He felt sick, like he should drop to his knees and beg for her forgiveness. He reached forward a bit but frowned as he watched her snap her hand away from him. He was surprised, in disbelief that she was letting this affect them so deeply.

"I don't know why I agreed to it," He huffed, trying not to grow frustrated as his gloomy cloud grew darker, "I'm sure I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to get high." He told her truthfully, hating the words that rolled off of his tongue. He didn't think it was a bad thing to want to get high. He enjoyed it, it was just for fun. He thought that he deserved to have fun, even if he did do dumb things. He knew he shouldn't have dragged her along, forced her to see how he could get.

She turned away, staying quiet as she began to stack the dry plates up and put them away. He pulled the drain from the sink, his stomach twisting and churning as he waited for her to answer his question. He watched as she shut the cupboard door, her pouty lips pulled together tightly as her eyebrows were knitted together in frustration. He slumped his shoulders forward, knowing this wouldn't go away anytime soon.

"I'm sorry," He told her again, "I don't know why I did it, truthfully I don't. I was probably being dumb. I really don't care about anyone else, just you. Dakota is just kind of clingy and gives out drugs. That's it." He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring that no one was near as he slinked a little closer to her. He pouted his lips out, pressing his shoulder against hers to give her a soft nudge.

"I don't want you talking to her anymore." She said at last, still looking pretty frustrated as she turned to fully face him. He searched her eyes again before he nodded his head, feeling like it was a fair exchange. Dakota didn't offer him much anyways, other than the occasional drugs.

"Okay," Billy nodded his head in confirmation, "I won't talk to her anymore. I didn't talk to her before anyways." He said quickly, feeling like he needed to defend himself. He didn't want Kim to think that his eyes had been wandering. Dakota wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't Kim. Perhaps he would've chosen her for an easy lay before, but that felt like it was a long time ago. He didn't want anyone else, but Kim and he certainly didn't want to ruin what they had.

She watched him for a long moment, looking like she was still trying to convince herself from what he had said. He breathed in deeply, knowing that he had done it to himself. He'd lied about doing drugs and now she would certainly be cautious of every little thing that he did. He grew nervous, suddenly wondering if this would be the end of them.

“I know where you get your flirty nature by the way.” Kim said softly as she finally filled the kitchen with noise again. She smiled softly, still looking concerned but like she somewhat understood. Billy cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned her in confusion, unsure of why this was the conversation she decided to bring up. He thought she was a bit silly. He wasn’t that flirty.

“Your mom,” She said pointedly as she tried to keep her lips from forming into a smile, “You should’ve seen her trying to suck up to the cops. I think they lowered your sentence just because of her.” She replied teasingly as she nudged him softly with her elbow. He looked at her, slightly stunned from her revelation. He also didn’t like the thought of any of the officers taking interest in Rosemary.

“What did your dad say?” He asked, trying not to sound disgruntled as he wrinkled his nose up at the thought of people finding his mom attractive. He quickly shook away Tommy’s vile statements from the previous day.

“Nothing,” She said as she shrugged her shoulders, “We all just wanted you back. But me especially.” She added a second later, her eyes softening as she peered at him.

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Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - There’s no way.

~*~

Tsurugi - …

//The room is silent.

Tsurugi - …

//He’s clearly waiting for someone to say something.

Uehara - …Huh?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - It has to have been me.

Tsurugi - No one else lines up. Five students can be taken off for the reasons we talked about already- leaving Taira, Tomori, Uehara, and me.

Tsurugi - …Of that four, I’m the only one that could have done it.

Maki - Wait- you’re saying that like you had to prove it- isn’t this just a confession?

Tsurugi - …

//He looks away.

Maeda - …Oh my god.

Maeda - Do- Do you think you killed Higa and forgot?!

Tsurugi - …That has to be it.

Tsurugi - I- I shouldn’t have been taken off the list. Remember what I said about how amnesia happens when the culprit can’t accept what they did?

Tsurugi - I didn’t want Higa to die.

Tsurugi - I was the one who had high hopes for Higa- who was thinking something could go different for him!

Hatano - Yeah, so why would you kill him?

Tsurugi - I-

Tsurugi - I didn’t mean to hurt him! R-Really!

Kobashikawa - N-No one thinks you wanted to… but- what exactly did you do?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - The- the thump was from him hitting me.

Tsurugi - Well- he cuffed my head, and I was off balance, so I hit my bedpost. I was still tired… so it startled me, and I cried.

Tsurugi - I… I remember seeing him grin, like he was trying not to laugh… then when I looked at him again, he was laying back down, to go to sleep.

Tsurugi - Like… like he could just freak out at me, and then hit me, and it would all be fine, and he could just roll over…

Ōtori - …You got mad.

Tsurugi - …Not really?

Tsurugi - I just-

Tsurugi - I wanted him to listen. He was dismissing me, because he was happy with how things had gone- and it wasn’t okay for him to act like that-

Tsurugi - …I wanted his attention.

//He laughs, forcing it so obviously that Maeda cringes.

Tsurugi - He always wanted to get a rise out of people. Guess it worked out for him.

Maki - …

Maki - Hold on a second.

Maki - Why did he think you’d committed murder?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - The timeline Maeda gave was wrong.

Maeda - Fuck?!

Tomori - What do you mean it was wrong?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Kobashikawa left for his dorm, then came back, then Higa died, with all the noises Maeda heard.

Tsurugi - When Maeda explained it, and when everyone was talking about who was asleep, it was assumed that everyone went to sleep after.

Tsurugi - They were treated as two separate events- the murder, and Kobashikawa leaving.

Tsurugi - But that isn’t true.

Tsurugi - …In fact, that’s what made me realize something was off. It makes the most sense if we say that the situations overlapped.

Tsurugi - Higa… I think I kicked him, or something? When I was trying to get back into bed…

Tsurugi - He must have thought I had gotten out of bed to kill someone.

Maki - But why.

Tsurugi - I- I don’t know…

Tsurugi - I don’t-

//He chokes, just a bit.

Tsurugi - I don’t remember…

Maeda - …

Maeda - If you don’t remember killing Higa… I don’t think you can just say that you did.

Tsurugi - N-No…

Tsurugi - No, I’m sorry.

//He squares his shoulders, and looks directly at Maeda.

Tsurugi - I murdered Higa. I’m the strongest person here, and I’d bet I have the most experience in fights.

Tsurugi - I was the one who was able to explain the difference between strangulation and suffocation, and I was able to explain exactly how they’d work.

Tsurugi - I was right next to Higa, and I was awake during the time he was killed.

Tsurugi - Think about it. It has to be one of us- does anyone make more sense?

Maeda - …

Maeda - It’s…

Maeda - …Tsurugi would be the first person I think of for capability… but could he have actually murdered Higa?

Tsurugi - …

//He stands there, dead silent. His expression is a mix of remorse and apprehension, but his posture is so firm. It’s hard to look at anything else- the room seems centered on him in this moment.

Taira - …

Tsurugi - …Sorry. I- I feel queasy.

//He looks to the side.

Hatano - …

Hatano - Shouldn’t you be used to talking about stuff like this?

Tsurugi - …I’m not used to confessing to homicide to keep eight people from dying.

Hatano - Have you committed homicide before?

Maki - Hatano.

//The comment throws Maeda- waking him back up.

Maeda - Okay.

Maeda - Tsurugi. Are you sure?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - There’s no other way this can end.

Tsurugi - We only have the one outcome… everything else is just dragging things out.

Maeda - …

//His voice is hardly above a whisper.

Maeda - …No one ever wants to die.

Maeda - There’s always a chance. If we’re still discussing what happened, we can still come up with a different way of understanding it.

Maeda - Maybe… maybe you didn’t kill Higa.

//Tsurugi smiles- there’s tears in his eyes.

Tsurugi - I’m the blackened, Maeda. That’s the only way we can move forward.

Maeda - …But things don’t have to end here!

Maeda - We were convinced we were screwed, just… an hour ago? Half that? We had no clue where we’d go- even five minutes ago, we thought we were stuck with a bunch of suspects!

Maeda - If we don’t have to vote now, we won’t.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - There isn’t evidence.

Uehara - …The trial only goes on with a confession.

Tsurugi - …Exactly.

Tsurugi - If I hadn’t confessed, we wouldn’t have a way to narrow things down any further.

Maeda - But- you said you worked out what had happened when you realized my timeline was wrong!

Maeda - Think about what else we could be wrong about!

Maeda - Let’s go over what happened. Please.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Maeda…

Tsurugi - Do you think I’m wrong? Or do you not want it to be me?

Maeda - …

Maeda - …I want to be confident in what we go with.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Okay.

Maeda - …I don’t think I can go on without Tsurugi.

//It’s just a fact, plain and pure. There’s no justification behind it, no reasoning Maeda has to go through, no conclusion he’s reaching. It’s tacit information. Without Tsurugi, Maeda can’t move forward. There’s no way that Tsurugi’s dying here.

Taira - …

//…If Tsurugi wasn’t part of the game after this… Maeda may not be himself anymore.

Tomori - …

//Tomori starts to bawl.

Maeda - !

Tomori - Uuuu…

Tsurugi - A-Ah!

Tsurugi - …

//He doesn’t offer anything. Everyone simply watches as Tomori slowly sinks to her knees, pressing her head against the bars of her podium.

Tsurugi - …Permission to leave my podium?

Monokuma - Granted.

//Of course, he goes to Tomori. It’s hard to see, but Maeda thinks that he’s giving her a hug from behind.

Tomori - …’M so sorry.

//She’s gently shushed by Tsurugi. Eventually, her tears start to subside into sniffles.

Maeda - …They’re so close…

Maeda - It’s… god, I don’t like how it feels to “know” who the culprit is.

Maeda - It’s different knowing the trial will continue while I have someone that knows we know. We aren’t arguing against them… we’re just confirming that their name is on the tombstone.

Maeda - …

//Tsurugi returns to his podium after helping Tomori to her feet. She rubs at her eyes, and avoids everyone’s gaze.

Tomori - …Sorry…

Maki - You’re fine, Tomori.

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - I don’t think any of us want to lose Tsurugi.

Ōtori - Of course, none of us should have to die… but Tsurugi’s contributed a lot, and he’s close with a bunch of people.

Maeda - …I’m sort of surprised to hear Ōtori saying that.

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - Tsurugi… do you think we’ll be able to solve the next trial on our own?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - There won’t be any more trials after this! If I’m getting executed, I’m going out on my terms, and I’m taking down the building!

Tsurugi - …Kidding, sorry. I would’ve planned something if I knew I’d be getting executed.

//…Maeda sees the way Tsurugi reels when the weight of that last word hits him.

Maeda - …Tsurugi’s going to get executed.

Tsurugi - …Um. Expecting there to be another murder, though?

Ōtori - There’s always the chance.

Tsurugi - Ah…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Hopefully the blackened won’t be as cool and capable as I am, and they’ll leave more evidence.

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - Let’s assemble this case, then. As practice.

Ōtori - You can continue to watch over us for now- if you don’t mind giving us guidance, like you have in the past.

Tsurugi - …

Kobashikawa - …

//Kobashikawa coughs- ducking to the floor, and turning away from the group as soon as it starts.

Tsurugi - !

Tsurugi - Man, you probably are coming down with something. Maeda, how have you been feeling? You two were around Mekaru the most when she was sick…

Maeda - …I haven’t really felt anything.

//Tsurugi hums as Kobashikawa stands back up.

Kobashikawa - …

Kobashikawa - …Tsurugi?

Tsurugi - Yeah?

Kobashikawa - …I’m sorry.

Kobashikawa - If I hadn’t woken you up last night, you wouldn’t have woken Higa, and you two wouldn’t have fought.

Kobashikawa - He’d still be alive… and you wouldn’t be blackened.

Tsurugi - …Oh.

Tsurugi - Kobashikawa, it’s fine.

Tsurugi - This… everything is so far from being your fault- or from you having anything to do with it.

Tsurugi - It was Higa’s choice to start shit.

Tsurugi - And sure, we can say it was my ch…

Tsurugi - …My choice to- to kill him…

Tsurugi - …But I didn’t mean to hurt him. It was an act of panic and pain and desperation.

Tsurugi - Being cruel to myself because something I didn’t want to do had an impact I didn’t want it to isn’t going to get us anywhere.

Tsurugi - Acting like it’s your fault Higa died, because you needed help with something entirely unrelated isn’t going to get us anywhere.

Tsurugi - There is no change you could have made- to yourself, or to the circumstance- that reasonably would have prevented this.

Tsurugi - You are…

Tsurugi - …Everything we’re going to discuss, you are entirely divorced from.

Tsurugi - Again. Nothing you could change would have changed what happened.

Tsurugi - Making yourself feel guilty will only lead to you hurting.

Tsurugi - If you feel like it’s your fault, that’ll hurt, because you don’t mean to cause harm.

Tsurugi - And when you feel like a bad person because of something out of your control, that pain won’t go away, and it’ll start to screw you up.

Tsurugi - That ache is the thing that kills. That feeling of confusion, and pain, and the hopelessness you feel when you can’t get any of it to stop.

Tsurugi - Don’t entertain the thought for two seconds. You did your best. You can’t do anything else. Move on.

Maeda - …

Maeda - I don’t… know if I agree with that.

Maeda - Isn’t it important to acknowledge when you’ve screwed up? If you can’t face when you’ve screwed up, because it makes you feel bad, then you’ll just continue to be a bad person.

Maeda - …

Kobashikawa - …Okay.

Maeda - …But, I don’t think Kobashikawa should feel guilty. So I won’t say anything.

Taira - …

Taira - …Hm. I wonder what we’ll do without you, Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - …

//…His smile stays up for just a second too long. The silence feels strange, to Maeda.

Tsurugi - …What?

//He tilts his head- still smiling, eyes widening in question.

Taira - You heard me.

//His smile falls, face shifting to neutral interest.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - …Huh.

Tsurugi - …Taira, I don’t think you were supposed to say that.

Maeda - What.

//Taira’s expression changes. Tsurugi’s has remained the same, still looking at her with a degree of curiosity- but Taira’s seems to shift three different ways in a third of section. She seems… confused, in a way Maeda’s never seen her be.

Maeda - What.

Taira - …

Tsurugi - …

Uehara - …What?

//Taira quickly schools herself, while Tsurugi seems to physically relax.

Taira & Tsurugi - It’s nothing.

Uehara - …

Maeda - …

Maeda - That was definitely something? What are you two talking about?

Taira - Don’t get so concerned with other people's issues, Maeda. It isn’t your business, so stay out of it.

Maeda - …

//Something inside of Maeda curdles.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Really, it just isn’t anything that matters now.

Tsurugi - Hm… maybe after the trial…

Maeda - …

//Something inside of Maeda snaps.

Maeda - After this trial you’re dead, Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, upset - I don’t want to hear things like that… shouldn’t we focus on right now?

Maeda - Right now, we’re working towards proving who the blackened is, and getting them executed! If you’re right, and it is you, then I’m way more concerned with you wrapping up anything you may have left to handle!

Tsurugi - …

//His face softens.

Tsurugi - Maeda…

Tsurugi - There’s no way for me to accomplish everything that I want to. All I can do is try my best with the time and the opportunities I have.

Maeda - I don’t want a speech.

Tsurugi - …

Maeda, narrating - I don’t get it.

Maeda - I don’t get how he can sit there, so calm, after confessing to a murder he doesn’t want to stand behind, and talk about whatever comes to mind.

Maeda - He’s calm, and he’s planning, and he’s acting like everything’s okay.

Maeda - But it’s not going to be okay- and it’s like it doesn’t even matter to him!

Tsurugi - …I’ll try to keep things short, but I’m really bad at that. Sorry…

Tsurugi - Death is the only thing that’ll stop me from trying to help everyone. So, if I’m still alive, my priority will be everyone’s wellbeing.

Tsurugi - If you’re ever confused on what I’m doing, just remember that.

Maeda - …

Tsurugi - …

Maeda - …My shoulders hurt.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Maybe I’m being unfair. It’s Tsurugi’s burden to bear, I shouldn’t be making things worse for him right now.

Maeda - …I’m sorry. Let’s move on with the trial.

Tsurugi - …Maeda, it’s okay for us to have conversations about-

Maeda - I know.

Maeda - …I know. Let’s get back to the case, please.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Okay.

Maeda - …

Taira - …

Uehara - …

Tomori - …So… we think it was Tsurugi?

Ōtori - Let’s debate on it.

Maeda - …Wow. I’m surprised those two didn’t switch lines.

Ōtori - Tsurugi, you think it was you because you were awake last night, correct?

Tsurugi - …Mhm. And I do remember getting into a fight with him.

Maki - …Wait. You two fighting is different from Higa yelling at you. Which one happened?

Tsurugi - Uhm…

Tsurugi, weakly - The former, I guess?

Maki - Really?

Tsurugi - …I was upset with him. I don’t remember too clearly, but-

Tsurugi - I think I was able to get him to believe I hadn’t committed murder, but I pissed him off in the process.

Ōtori - Well… that’d explain why he’d go back to sleep instead of trying to wake everyone up.

Taira - …

Uehara - …

Uehara - …What do we need for everyone to believe it’s Tsurugi?

Maeda - Huh.

Ōtori - …

Maki - I mean… I don’t know if anyone doesn’t believe it… I think we’re just trying to make sure we don’t have any doubts.

Uehara - …Ah. That sucks.

Maeda - …That’s his reaction to Tsurugi being the blackened?!

Maki - Do you have any issues with it, Uehara? If not, uh… what are you on about?

Uehara - …

Uehara - I don’t really have anything to share, I guess.

Uehara - Mm… if you ask me, I don’t think Tsurugi would have. But I’m not ultimate authority, so don’t listen to that.

Maeda - …?

Maeda - Hm…

Kobashikawa - …

Kobashikawa - I mean… is character a strong enough defense?

Tsurugi - Not if I’m saying it isn’t. Like Uehara meant, I know myself best. I know what I’m capable of.

Tomori - Mhm…

Tomori - Though, we should still look at every aspect of this case.

Tsurugi - Mhm.

Tomori - I mean, Tsurugi doesn’t remember the murder itself… there’s still the chance that something else happened. We’ll only know if we look at everything.

Nonstop Debate: START!

Truth Bullets Kobashikawa’s Testimony Maeda’s Burns Monokuma File #03-2

Hatano - What do we have left to discuss?

Ōtori - Well, we can start by checking Tsurugi against the things we used to narrow down the suspect pool earlier.

Ōtori - We’ve already talked about {Maeda’s timeline} a bit, so that should hold up…

Ōtori - Then, there’s the matter of strangulation versus suffocation.

Tomori - Mmm… {the evidence still points to strangulation}, doesn’t it?

Tsurugi - It does. Besides, {that shouldn’t really matter}, since I’m capable of both.

Taira - …

Kobashikawa - The last thing we discussed was the motive, right?

Tsurugi - Mhm.

Tsurugi - And again, we know that points to me. {I have the strongest motive}, because my behaviors and my recollection matches up.

Maki - Damn…

Maki - There’s more that points to Tsurugi, too… you said you woke Higa up, and that tracks!

Maki - If we look at the rooms layout, {it makes sense for you to be the one who killed Higa}

Tsurugi - Right.

Tsurugi - It’s all there. {All the evidence points to me}, and everything works out if we say I’m the blackened.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Shit…

Maeda - Really, I don’t know how to feel.

Maeda - Maybe I should be happy? It’s better for one person to die than eight, so I should be relieved when we’re certain who the blackened is.

Maeda - But… I went into this knowing I’d probably be upset about who gets executed.

Maeda - I should try and poke holes into this- it’ll make me feel better to be more confident, I’m sure.

Maeda - And if we end up convicting someone else… maybe it’ll be something I can come to terms with easier.

#dra #yuki maeda #kiyoka maki #kizuna tomori #ayame hatano #kinji uehara #haruhiko kobashikawa #akane taira #teruya ōtori #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #deadly life 3 #deadly life #word count: 3218 #this update beat my ass and went somewhere i did Not expect it to #OH hey the trial hit 400 pages with this update !

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