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demonvibez · 9 months ago
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Oooh there's this scenario I've had in my mind for a while now //0//0// Its pretty generic I think but... Beelzebub + using food during sex.... It's kind of cheesy but like,,, it's so hot too. whipped cream ON his favorite human?? They both taste divine in their own right, but both at the same time?? Sinful.
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A/N: not cheesy at all! I think a lot of us would enjoy this scenario. 😈 hope y'all enjoy this drabble, lemme know if you'd like more! ♡ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Tags: food play, chest play, oral sex, fem anatomy, penetration mention
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It all starts out innocently enough, as it normally does when hanging out with your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen once again, cruising the cupboards for a midnight snack. You surprise him with a few snacks in a hidden drawer of the fridge, and pull him back with you to your room. You can't sleep anyway, so why not indulge?
And while Beelzebub is normally content to munch away on whatever snacks you relinquish to him, instead he intently watches as you enjoy your own food. Do you even know how seductive you're being? The way you lick the whipped cream off of your fingers, the way your eyes roll back a little at the taste. He can't help but for his mind to be clouded with ideas on how he can make your eyes roll back...
Suddenly, a dollop of whipped cream falls down your chest, dripping its way between your breasts. Before you can even reach down to wipe it off yourself, you can feel Beelzebub's tongue gently licking it off of you. Savoring it like a rare treat, the moan he lets out at the taste stirs desire deep within you.
"-Tastes'damn good," he mumbles against your skin as his lips continue, searching for more. He needs to taste more of you, all of you - another shade of his Gluttony taking over. You pull away, only to quickly pull off your top and spray a little bit of the whipped cream onto your nipple. With a mischievous smirk and lustful eyes, you press your breast back to Beel's lips - which he eagerly accepts. The feeling of him swirling your nipple around his tongue has you gasping out tiny little whimpers and moans, eliciting Beel's already aroused cock to grow impossibly harder. He'd love nothing more than to relieve his aching cock right now, stretching that pretty little hole of yours and filling you up with his own cream - but his sin has another idea, for now.
In almost an instant, Beel pulls away from you, only for him to grab the waist of your shorts and rip them off with your underwear in one fluid motion. He snatches the bottle from your hand, a slight shiver going up your spine as he sprays it onto your sex. The moan that escapes your lips as he licks the cream from your clit is loud enough to leak into the hallway - but neither of you care. 
Sweeter than Celestial sugar, he can't get enough of the taste. His favorite human on his tongue, drizzled in the sweetness of the cream - so heavenly, and yet so sinful. Although the more he continues, the more he realizes he prefers to taste only you. He discards the can, his focus never leaving - he is beyond ravenous, and only you can satiate his hunger. His moans rumble deep into your core, the tension within you building as he devours you. Another few swirls of his tongue send you over the edge, euphoria washing over your body as he eagerly laps up every last drop.
And without even the slightest pause, the Avatar of Gluttony continues on, happily sucking on your sensitive cherry as you writhe in pleasure underneath him. Overstimulated after your first climax, you beg and whine, your mind a mess as you grind against his face for more. You just need him inside of you right now, but he just can't find the willpower to pull himself away...
You are addictingly delicious, and Beelzebub will not be stopping until his appetite is fully satisfied.
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vivalas-vega · 1 year ago
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Oooh my, your requests are freaking open???? I've got an idea in my head for a long time and now I give it a try and send it to you. I'm obsessed with Jake (and Bradley) x Roomie (fem reader or oc) trope, so apologies in advance for this one (also a sucker for hurt and comfort 😬). I try to keep it as short as possible: Rooster's and Hangman's new roomie has a sad past. She has sleeping issues and bad nightmares. They hear her whimpering and crying in her sleep. The guys are worried but she plays it down, feeling bad for waking them up with her shit. Maybe she starts to sleep walking and unfortunately hurts herself during this episode. The guys find her in the middle if the night hurt. And she opens up to them telling them about her dreams and her past.
ahhhh !!! I'm so glad to finally get this one posted, I'm so sorry it took so long ! I am such a sucker for the roommate trope, and I love writing stories that are strictly platonic, just focusing on lovely friendship vibes bc those are just as important as the romantic ones !!! I hope you enjoy!
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(this doesn't have a title yet bc it's admittedly the thing I'm the worst at when it comes to writing fics)
word count: 2.4k
warnings: mentions of alcohol, some suggestive humor, language, brief and vague mentions of death, lmk if I missed any
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“Are you going to eat these leftovers?” you asked Bradley, who was sitting at the kitchen island keeping you company as you cleaned out the fridge and he stared at the tupperware container for an infuriatingly long time, contemplating his options before you let out an exasperated sigh. “Bradshaw, it’s pasta. Yes or no?”
“No,” he finally answered. “You’re in a mood.” 
“No mood, it would just be nice if you could be snappier in your responses while you just watch me clean the kitchen.”
“Yeah, definitely not in a mood,” he muttered under his breath but you heard it anyway. “Do you know where Hangman is?”
“You two share a bathroom and you still can’t call him by his name?” you asked with a chuckle. “He’s at the gym, should be back soon.”
“We only share a bathroom because you got the master,” he protested and you laughed again.
“I needed the bigger closet,” you shrugged. “I told you you’re welcome to use mine anytime.”
“After you reamed me for using your face wash? Thank you, but no thank you, I haven’t been yelled at like that since I borrowed my moms car to take Cindy Daniels on a date.”
“I only yelled because you used a forty dollar cleanser as body wash and somehow managed to use half the bottle. Besides, your mom was right to yell at you too, you stole her car and you were thirteen.”
“I was covered in grease! And my date with Cindy is none of your business.” 
“Are we having the face wash fight again?” Jake asked as he came in through the garage, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he reached around you to grab a bottle of water, but you only pushed him away, muttering something about keeping his sweat away from you. “Take the blame, Chicken, you wasted half a bottle of Drunk Elephant, you’re lucky she didn’t put you on the porch for the night.”
“See, the craziest thing about this whole situation is you were just as outraged as she was.”
“Good skincare is not just for women, you might want to invest in a routine of your own.” he smirked before disappearing down the hallway and you heard the sound of the shower turning on.
“You working tomorrow?” Bradley asked, getting up to wash the containers you’d placed near the sink.
You shook your head, “a Friday and Saturday off, Penny was feeling extra generous.” You’d met the two of them, along with the rest of the team, when they’d first gotten to town for the infamous and secretive mission that almost claimed the life of the man currently donning cherry-printed cleaning gloves and scrubbing pasta sauce out of tupperware. You’d all become fast friends, they’d coax you out from behind the bar on your breaks or when your shift was over for darts or pool, and when your lease was up just as they received word of a permanent assignment it seemed to make sense for the three of you to find a place together. It was a godsend for you, it got you out of your cramped apartment with dismal lighting and into a beautiful craftsman only a few blocks away from the beach. Even with arguments with Bradley about face wash and a sweaty Jake, it was a no-brainer.
“Could we convince you into coming to your place of work on a night off? These new recruits are testing our patience, Phoenix wants a fun night out to blow off steam.”
“I could potentially be persuaded,” you replied, shutting the fridge after deeming it was as cleared out as it was going to get. 
“Which translates to as long as I’m not mixing them, I’ll always show up for drinks,” Jake said, walking back into the kitchen with freshly washed hair. “Do I get any kind of welcome home now that I’m not sweaty?” 
“No, because now you’re wet, did you even dry off?” you asked, snapping him with a dish towel before he rounded the island and wrapped his arms around you.
“Enough,” he answered, squeezing you tight as you pretended to hate it. Really, you loved living with these two. Being on your own before was starting to take its toll on you, and they reminded you of a different time in your life, one that felt like it was ancient history. “Not to dampen the mood, but… we did want to talk to you about something.”
“Sounds serious, should I break out the house meeting wine?” you asked, eyeing them skeptically as they shared a look with each other that you couldn’t quite decipher.
“We just wanted to… check in,” Bradley started and you raised your eyebrows. “The past few weeks we’ve heard certain sounds coming from your room and-”
“Okay, first of all,-” you started to cut him off, eyes wide at what you thought he was insinuating.
“Not like that, sweetheart,” Jake interjected. “But feel free to get louder when you do,” he half-joked and you hit him with the towel again. “What bird boy is trying to say is sometimes we hear what sounds like nightmares coming from your room and it’s happened enough that we just want to check in and see if everything is okay.” You suddenly felt nauseous. 
“If there’s something going on, or you need someone to talk to, you know we’re here, right?” Bradley asked and you nodded softly.
“I know, everything is fine, I’m sorry if I woke you.” you said, trying to dismiss their concerns altogether as you occupied yourself with looking over the mail.
“It’s just… it doesn’t sound fine, if you don’t want to talk to us we can help you find someone else to talk to, we just want to make sure you’re okay.” Jake tried and you gave him a forced smile.
“And I am, but I’m glad the two of you finally found something to agree on.” You tossed some junk mail in the garbage before turning to face them again, “I have some errands I want to run early tomorrow morning… text me if you need anything from the store but I’m going to turn in. Goodnight,” you said with another forced smile before heading down the hall and letting out a sigh as your back pressed against your closed bedroom door. You thought that things had gotten better… that enough time had passed. They seemed to be happening less and less, but maybe that wasn’t as true as you once thought. 
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Your footsteps down the hallway were an unusual sound for this time of night… nightmares or not, once you went to bed you weren’t seen until the following morning and it was enough to stir Jake from his slumber. You on the other hand, were completely unaware of what was going on, still stuck in a dream, stuck in a fluorescent lit hallway with tears streaming down your face only you weren’t… you were in your living room, walking straight into the console table and falling onto the broken glass of the picture frames and vases you’d knocked over which was enough to jolt both of them out of bed. 
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Bradley asked, crouching down beside you as you came to.
“Mav- Maverick?” you asked, voice hoarse as you struggled to place where you were, the images from your dream still fresh in your mind. He looked at Jake confused who was on the other side of you and carefully pushing glass aside.
“No, it’s Bradley… Honey, what happened?” You blinked a few times, finally recognizing you were on the floor of your living room and the searing pain of broken glass in your palms and knees.
“I don’t- oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you winced as you tried to stand but Jake was quick to scoop you up, holding you tight as he walked to the kitchen and carefully placed you next to the sink while Bradley grabbed the first aid kit. “I- I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m okay, you can go back to bed.” He just frowned at you and when Bradley returned he started pulling the shards from your palms while Jake worked on your knees. Silent tears were still streaming down your face and they were both trying to figure out how to ask you what was wrong, but one thing they knew for certain was no one was going back to bed until they got to the bottom of what was going on with you.
“Sweetheart, do you want to tell us what’s going on?” Jake asked softly, looking up briefly to meet your eyes before gently running his thumb along your cuts, making sure there weren’t any pieces he missed. 
You shook your head as you wiped your cheeks, “nothing, I just… I don’t know, I guess I was half-asleep? I’m really sorry I woke you,” you said and they both looked at you like they didn’t believe a word of it.
“Alright, I was willing to maybe let it go before but you could have been seriously hurt tonight. Something is going on with you,” Jake said, voice firm as he stopped what he was doing to wipe a few of your tears.
“Whatever it is, you can tell us. Why did you say Maverick’s name when you woke up?” Bradley asked and you closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before letting it all out. 
“I uh… there’s something I never told you about me.” you started, taking a moment to breathe as you felt your throat tighten. They stayed quiet, both carefully dabbing at your cuts with a damp cloth or rubbing aquaphor over them before bandaging them. “I wasn’t a teacher before realizing I liked bartending more, I was a pilot.”
“Wait, what?” Bradley asked, shock evident in his tone and Jake elbowed him, eyes silently pleading for you to continue. 
“My callsign is- or was Flash… like the superhero,” you chuckled but there wasn’t much humor in it and both of their eyes widened. “I was on a mission that went south really fast,  we were outnumbered and outgunned, we ran out of resources quickly. I was hit, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t save it, I couldn’t save him.” you choked out.
“Who?” Bradley whispered, you were all cleaned up now and they were both focused solely on you. Jake was rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh as Bradley held one of your hands in his own.
“My wizzo, we called him Genie… we both got to our squad at the same time, and on our first night out his icebreaker was if you had three wishes, what would you wish for?” You laughed again, but this time it was genuine.
“I’ve heard of him,” Jake said, noticing your breathing quicken just at the mention of him. “Both of you, actually, from what I’ve heard you were a hell of a pilot.”
“He couldn’t eject, something went wrong with the handles… I’d already pulled mine when I heard him say they were stuck and the next thing I know the jet is crashing into a hillside below me. I thought the dreams were getting better, and that I was maybe starting to move past it… I don’t think I really registered that it was happening again, or maybe that it never stopped.” 
“Honey, why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Bradley asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and you focused your gaze on your hands.
“I just… I didn’t want you to know that I failed my wizzo,” you choked out. ��Or that the last time I was in a cockpit I nearly crashed again and Mav had to talk me through landing a plane I’ve landed thousands of times before because I panicked. I didn’t want you guys to censor yourselves when it came to work stuff out of pity for me being a failed pilot, and I guess… I just didn’t want you guys to look at me differently.”
“Hey, what happened wasn’t your fault,” Jake said, squeezing your thigh gently and prompting you to look up at him. “And we would never look at you differently for that, we understand.”
“I’m so sorry you went through that… and just know that we don’t think of you as a failure. We’ve both heard about that mission, there was nothing you could have done. Faulty equipment and being outgunned is not your burden to bear.” Bradley added, running a hand along your back.
“What is it that you say sometimes? It’s not the plane, it’s the pilot?” you asked, sadness seeping into your tone and he just pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to your head.
“There’s not much the pilot can do if the plane fails them.”
“You went through a trauma, we would never fault you for not flying again after that.” Jake said and you smiled softly.
“Mav could… god, he tried so hard, he was really there for me after it happened, but… when I finally got back into a plane I just couldn’t shake it. It was like I could still hear him in my backseat even though he wasn’t there.”
“Just because Mav could, that doesn’t mean you’re a lesser pilot or a lesser person for not being able to, if anything I think it makes you stronger. You knew your limits, and instead of pushing through it when you couldn’t trust flying again you took a step back. I know a lot of people who wouldn’t make that same choice.” Bradley said, nudging Jake and you let out a laugh as you wiped your face again.
“Yeah, I thank my lucky stars I never crossed this one’s path when I was still flying,” you said and Jake’s face twisted up in shock.
“Hey, why are we ganging up on me now?” he asked and you laughed again. 
“You make it so easy,” you teased and they both smiled, happy to see you coming back into yourself a little.
“We’re here for you, okay? So is everyone else,” Bradley said, pulling you into him again and you let yourself wrap your arms around him as you laid your head on his chest and Jake kept rubbing circles into your skin.
“No matter what, you can always come wake us up if you need someone.”
“I love you guys, you know that?” 
You could hear the smirk in Jake’s voice as he said, “oh, we know.” He wrapped himself around the other side of you as the two of them squished you between them. “We love you too.”
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merakiui · 4 years ago
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Okay but like, imagine you run out of body wash with the Kazuha/Scara roomates and you have to use one of theirs.. I imagine them getting jealous depending on who's you decide to use, unless they share ofc. I just had this thought since I just showered, SIDE NOTE my bodywash literally smells so amazing.. Its like cherries
YES!! Something about this idea is just so good because now you smell like him. It’s almost like he’s marked you in a way… 👀
If you use Kazuha’s body wash, which has a faint smell of the sea breeze and hints of cucumber, he’ll recognize it at once. One sniff and he automatically realizes that you used his body wash. And he’s not complaining! In fact he likes it when you use his stuff. He’ll always be happy to share, so if you ever wanted to use his soap again all you’d have to do is ask. He definitely writes about this in his diary because he’s over the moon with happiness. You smell like him now. It was his body wash you chose! That must mean you like the scent and the idea of smelling like him. Maybe he’ll give you one of his sweaters so that you can wear it and smell even more like him.
Of course that would make Scara jealous and he’s very clear about it, scoffing when you compliment how nice Kazuha’s body wash smells or thanking him when he tells you you’re free to use it whenever you want. You don’t even have to worry about buying your own body wash again; just use Kazuha’s!
Scara’s body wash isn’t as subtle as Kazuha’s. It’s actually rather fruity (he claims he bought the wrong one, but you and Kazuha know better). If you used his he would also know right away because of how good it smells. It’s so different from Kazuha’s, so Scara knows when it’s on you. It’s not like he’s deliberately smelling you, but if you were to walk past him after your shower he’d definitely smell it. And he’s very proud that you decided to use his over Kazuha’s. As childish as it may seem, he feels superior to know that you prefer his body wash. Even if you grabbed the first one you saw, it still means you chose his in the end.
Unlike Scara, whose jealousy can be felt in waves, Kazuha’s is concealed very well. You’ll never know he’s jealous until he actually says he is and even then it’s hard to think that the good-natured Kazuha could ever feel envious of Scara. Kazuha’s a little more sensitive when he’s jealous. His answers are more curt and are meant to end the conversation swiftly. He’ll sulk a bit as he falls deeper into this foul mood. Kazuha tries his best not to show it and he’ll always smile for you so that you won’t worry about him. Although maybe it’s better if you fret over his well-being. It’ll give him more time with you and it’ll show Scara that even when he’s feeling jealous he’s still able to wrap you around his finger. And he looks cute while doing it!
It doesn’t matter whose body wash you end up using. They’ll still get jealous either way.
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knoxvilleforever · 2 years ago
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What are your thoughts on what each of the jackass guys smell like?
oooh this is fun!
johnny: fresh. like he’s straight out of the shower every morning and wears the same cologne he’s been using for years
chris: woodsy. fits right in the fall vibe and smells like nature. maybe a little weed.
steve o: old spice
bam: like a kid who uses too much of the same deodorant he’s had since a teenager to mask the fact he hasn’t showered
ryan: bad. sweaty. mixed with the hint of deodorant bam sprays at him when he’s a little too stinky
dave: in my heart i want dave to smell like clean bed sheets and laundry day. but in my head i know there’s a hint of shit
ehren: i believe ehren would frequent bath and body works and try out a new body wash every now and then. one day he smells like coconut and the next day he’ll smell like cherries. tries to convince the rest of the guys to shop at bath and body works with him
jeff: the most yummy cologne you could think of. you won’t ever catch jeff smelling bad. i think he’d be the type of guy you’d want to hug and bury your face in his chest because he smells so good
spike: similarly to jeff, spike would smell clean and sweet all the time. like honey, mixed with whatever shampoo or body wash he’s stealing from you whilst in the shower
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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago
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Head And Shoulders boy
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Dedicated to the actual head and shoulders boy I've made eye contact with in the shampoo isle and nope we didnt talk, he just looked at me for 5 seconds then looked back at his head and shoulders shampoo 👍 (can u feel my pain?)
ANYWAYS
You stumbled upon a confused boy who read the name of a shampoo brand incorrectly.
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Status: strangers to friends (friends into loversss then strangers agaiIiiIIiIn, sry ignore this, it has nothing to do with the fic. I just remembered that TikTok song lmao BACK TO READING-)
disclaimer: the story's placed in the middle of the pandemic
"Cherry tomatoes, check. Tangerines, check. Chocolate chips, check. Matcha tea, check." Y/n listed off her fairly large list of food items as she was subconsciously walking with her trolly.
"Oh shoot the shampoo!" She remembered. Checking her list one last time and occasionally looking through the isles.
"Oooh cookies" of course, she gets distracted, again.
"Aunt May, why can't we just get frozen pizza and get it over with?" Peter whined, not really digging the cooking at home food. Mainly coz may only knows how to perfect one dish, and he got a little tired of it.
"Peter, how many times do I have to tell you, we cannot always eat frozen foods it's not healthy" May reminded him
"But what about orderi- never mind" he grumbled remembering that they're in a middle of a pandemic and they couldn't just order anytime they wanted to, they even had specific days for people to go shopping.
"Mhmm" she agreed, knowing what he was gonna say.
"Wait, May what is this?" Peters asked only now noticing the new item his aunt picked out.
"Oh, these are capers" she replied "they're pickled flower buds" may explained putting back in the trolly
"whAT??" Peters voice was horrified and in utter disgust.
"It's used for the chicken piccata! Remember? The pasta you used to loVE when you were younger" may tried to reason with him but she knew once Peter was grumpy, he'd be grumpy for the rest of the trip. Unless you gave him apple juice.
She also knew her nephew was tired, online schooling has been messing both of them up. Peters been getting even more headaches now due to the enormous amount of screen time, and his heightened senses didn't do him justice. And now may had to work online as well or maybe get extra work hours due to the loss of staff. So she knew she couldn't judge him right now nor scold at him for this behaviour
"Peter honey, why don't you go get the toiletries?" She asked kindly.
"Okay" his voice was quiet, exhausted and thinly laced in regret. He didn't want to snap at may like that, or whine his ass off but exhaustion took over. "Sorry for shouting" he whispered, his head hung low as he walked away.
"It's okay sweetie"
after a few minutes he found the isle, with a girl examining the shelves. he didn't think much of it and carried on with his mission.
"Okay, what do I need? shampoo aaand oh that body wash" Peter remembered, getting his items and putting it in a small basket he found on the way here. His phone buzzed alerting him that he has a text, but it was a different kind of buzz. It was the buzz he specifically put for his aunt so in case there's any emergency or something she wanted from him, he'd know.
Even though it may seem as if he's a little paranoid, he's been like this ever since uncle ben's incident. And it didn't help the fact that he's a superhero, so every person that knows or does not know his secret is in danger. I mean, can you blame him?
he took his phone out of his pocket and checked the message.
can you also get my shampoo? its from a brand called L'Oreal, thank you :)
"L'Oreal?" he whispered to himself, searching the rows of shampoo brands. Then noticing a y/h/c haired girl to his right, she looked about his age, but he couldnt really tell due to the mask. Her y/e/c eyes were sparkling from the light that reflected off her pupils, he couldnt help but notice her silver butterfly necklace that rested perfectly on her clavicle which matched her white dress that had butterflies littered all around it. he liked her style. once he realized he was staring for too long, he quickly tared his gaze off of her and looked for this lo-somthing brand.
"Lo-real? what is lo-real" he kept mumbling under his breath, but the girl beside him managed to catch it. she giggled softly before turning to him
"i think you mean L'Oreal?" she gave a breathy laugh, shaking her head at his quizzical expression. "the brand, you pronounced it incorrectly." she smiled, highly doubting he could see it, but when she saw his mask stretch and little crinkles formed in the corner of his honeyed eyes, she realized she was mistaken.
y/n cursed at herself for looking at the boy gushingly, and for swooning over his luscious brown curls that look very welcoming "its Lori-El" she smiled again, looking back at her section of the isle to find an item from that so called brand.
peter gulped, he did not expect the girl he was shamelessly admiring two minutes ago talk to him, let alone tell him he pronounced a freaking brand wrong?!
"o-oh" he stammered "t-thank you" he took the shampoo from her hand, lightly grazing her soft warm skin sending shivers down his spine.
"but im not sure if this is the type you want though, there are a lot to choose from" she chuckled nervously, gesturing to the isle.
y/n could smell the freshly sprayed perfume when the boy walked closer to her to look at the items, its as if it consumed her and she didn't mind at all . But she immediately remembered the covid guidelines and walked a few steps back away from him, already regretting it to due to the lack of warmth she felt when she was close to him.
"uh yeah no i think this is okay, thanks again" he nodded, giving her one of his signature Peter Parker smiles.
"you're welcome"
peter felt this odd yet refreshing feeling wash over him, ever since covid hit he couldnt really do much. only talking to his friends, study, eat, sleep, wake up 10 minutes late, and repeat. so talking to someone, well not just someone, her, felt really refreshing.
"well...i gotta get going" y/n smiled apologetically, she didn't wanna go. but responsibilities really said were keeping you busy.
"oh, okay" peter tried so hard not to sound disappointed "thanks for the shampoo" he chuckled
"no problem" she smiled. "well, i'll see you later i guess?"
"i guess so, bye butterfly" peter said absentmindedly but not even seconds later he realized what he said causing both of their eyes to bulge "i- i mean well you are wearing a- and your dress is- forget it im so sorry" he stuttered, cursing at himself for the 23240th time today
y/n's heart fluttered, she's never been called a butterfly before. she loved it. her heart sped up from the incredibly handsome stranger infront of her calling her by her favourite species.
"i-it's no problem" her smile widening by the second "i kinda like it" she laughed.
peter stared at her for a second, taking a little longer to process what she said than when he talks to people, since he was always so caught up staring at her in awe all the time. but he laughed with her.
"peter?" aunt may called him out of nowhere.
"shit. well, i gotta go to" he pointed at the end of the isle, silently telling her the woman was calling him. y/n nodded in understanding, walking back slowly, not ready to leave him yet.
peter hesitated at first but he decided to just do it by saying "bye butterfly" again then he sprinted to the end of the isle, too shy and flustered to even look at her but that didnt stop him from hearing what she was about to say next.
"bye head and shoulders boy!" she said laughing at the end, making him laugh as well. her laugh really was contagious. but before turning to leave he remembered something
"wait!" he called out taking the what he ow knows as L'Oreal shampoo. y/n stopped in her tracks turning around to meet his eyes once more
"this is the 3 in one, right?"
i know, i know this was poorly written BUT i had to get that head and shoulders boy out of my lmao
have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!
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meltwonu · 4 years ago
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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 𝟙𝟛]
pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader
this chapter’s notes; camshow, breeding kink, sir!kink, pet play(kitten), v small amt of anal play, dirty talk!!! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 𝟙𝟛TH! 😗💕 Here we are with ch 13 on Friday the 13th, I didn't even realize it but man my ✨brain✨just planned that out so perfectly LOL 💕 I just wanna apologize for any grammatic/spelling errors in this one and it’s a bit shorter... I tried to proofread this all day but I'm also watching unus annus’s livestream at the same time and my peabrain cannot multitask but I TRIED!! let it be known 😩😭 Anyway, I hope ya’ll have a great weekend, stay hydrated and safe! Enjoy~! 🍒 
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alphagyu97: oh fuck oh fuck
alphagyu97 has donated $100
hoshi_tiger_xx: oh??? Cute lil kitten ears????
A moan floats past your lips as you sit in Seungcheol’s lap; his cock already snug inside of you before you’d even turned the camera on. “Ah, ye--yeah, we thought we’d, mmh, try--try something n-new…”
Seungcheol smirks although neither you nor the camera catch it as he holds you still. Much like before, he’d started working you up before you got on camera and this time he’d asked you to sink down onto his cock and wait patiently until it was time to begin; neither of you saying a word or moving an inch as he peppered kisses along your shoulders and neck.  “Why don’t you show them your cute ‘lil tail, kitten? It’s getting squished between our bodies...”
universe_WZ: yes yes yes
tangerine_kwan: show us your cute tail princess
therealchan99: thank u for the pics btw i scream abt them every 30 minutes
therealchan99 has donated $50
You reach a shaky hand behind your back for the fluffy material as you show it off to the camera to the best of your ability; making sure to not move it around too much or else you knew you’d cum too soon. “I, ah, it’s--it’s keeping me s-so full…” He makes you answer a few more comments as you sit on his cock; blunt nails digging into the skin of your waist when he feels you trying to get him to move.
artist8hao: so so so pretty baby
kitty_junjun: cute little kitty
kitty_junjun: should come and play sometime ;)
xcaliburDK has donated $75
The way Seungcheol has you in his lap is a little uncomfortable for you and he quickly takes notice of the way you start to squirm more and more with each comment or question you reply to. “Kitten, it looks like you hit your donation minimum already. Should we start?” He coos.
You can only nod in return as you squint your eyes to check the laptop screen to see how you were doing. “Ngh, p-please… I--I’m so f-full I can’t wait any l-longer…” Whining, you clench around his cock and the toy as he chuckles lightly behind you. He’d purposely asked if the two of you could sit further back on the bed and further from the camera and laptop and you’d raised an eyebrow but agreed.
“Sorry, the angle’s not going to be very good for this but you’ll understand why.” Seungcheol comments.
The laptop screen is full of questioning comments and donations that beg Seungcheol to hurry up and fuck you.
His grip on your waist tightens a little before he’s slowly lifting you off of his cock and you let out a disappointed noise when he’s completely pulled out. “Nooo~ I w-want--”
“Ah, ah, I know what you want, kitten. But you need to get on your hands and knees for me. Facing the camera.”
Oooh, that’s why he wanted space.
You nod frantically as you easily get comfortable on your hands and knees in front of the camera and laptop; fluffy tail resting against your spine as the bell on your collar jingles.
alphagyu97: oh god please breed her
angelhan: yes god please
Seungcheol kneels behind you; already easing his cock back into your tight pussy as you mewl straight into the camera. “Our cute little kitten is already squeezing my cock so tight…”
You feel his fingertips on your skin before he’s reaching for the fluffy tail and he gives it a small tug as you whine and whimper in return.
“No, no pl--please, sir, I’ll cum if, ah, you p-play with my--my tail!”
Your eyes clamp shut just as Seungcheol starts to play with the anal plug; tugging on it and moving it slightly in order to get you to squirm a little more before he gives you want you wanted. He smirks at your back as he hears the sound of donations and comments flooding the screen in rapid succession.
“Oh? But they seem to like when I play with you like this.” You clench around Seungcheol and the toy, small cries on your lips when your sensitive body already wants to give in to the pleasure. “So fuckin’ pretty with your cute tail and ears and your pretty ‘lil collar on.”
chwenon: shes gonna cum so fast lol
gentleman_josh95: i kno, u can already tell she wants to
hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50
xcaliburDK has donated $50
sleepy_wonu: look at her cute fuckin face while she tries to not cum haha
Seungcheol draws his hips back slightly before slowly thrusting into you from behind; fingertips still playing with the tail as he moves it around in tandem with his slow thrusts. “Oh kitten, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me, baby~” You can only moan back in response as you resist the urge to meet his slow movements with your own, much quicker ones.
“Ah, s-sir, please…”
tangerine_kwan: so cute when she's whiningggg
angelhan: dont give into her so easily~ make her work for it ;)
kitty_junjun: aww but shes so cute like this
Your fingertips dig into the bed sheets and you peel your eyes open as you attempt to read off the comments flying across the screen. “Mmh, ‘m so full… and sir won’t s-stop playing, ah, with my--my tail…” You can see Seungcheol’s form behind you on the screen, hips slowly moving as he plays with the tail.
You slowly find yourself moving with him and meeting his thrusts; chasing your pleasure as Seungcheol seemingly takes his time.
“Ngh, s-sir, can I c-cum?”
Seungcheol grins at your back, suddenly picking up the pace as he finally leaves the anal plug alone. “I don’t know, can you? Why don’t you ask them?” You blink your hazy eyes at the camera before flitting towards the comments section of your camshow.
“P-please tell s-sir to, mmh, let m-me cum…” You beg; unintentionally sending the comments section and donations into a flurry of yes’s and no’s.
artist8hao: let her cum but dont let it be the only time
alphagyu97: aww princess dont forget he still needs to breed your cute lil cunt
universe_WZ: she can cum but she still needs to be a good girl and let sir get what he wants
“Mmh, of--of course I, ah, w-want sir to b-breed my pussy… I, hah, want his--his cum i-inside of m-me…” You start working your hips back as you meet Seungcheol’s pace that speeds up at your words and the two of you fall into a rhythm as he works to get you off first. His hands grip your waist as he angles his thrusts to tap your g-spot and you mewl and whine in response; careful to not accidentally call Seungcheol’s name in the midst of the moment.
“Fuh--fuck, sir, ‘m g-gonna cum… please…”
“Cum whenever you want, kitten.”
You nod shakily; head falling forward as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure.
Your eyes flutter shut as various thoughts flood your mind. The main one being how seamlessly Seungcheol fit into your camshows and how much easier it was to film with him than you ever anticipated. The two of you easily forgot that the camera was even rolling most of the time, whether it was live or pre-recorded for your channel and now that he was always with you, it was hard to imagine filming without him.
“Ah, kitten, your cute ‘lil cunt is, ah, sucking me in deeper… You must really want my cum, huh?”
His words bring you out of your thoughts as you bite your lip. “Mmhmm, I w-want sir to c-cum, hah,  inside my p-pussy and b-breed me… wanna be, ngh, filled with your---your cum…”
“Why don’t we cum together then, hmm? Bet you wanna feel my cock throbbing in your cute ‘lil cunt, huh, kitten?”
The warmth blooms inside of you as you nod; cheeks hot as you peer straight into the camera. You readjust slightly, the bell on your collar tinkling as the set of cat ears on your head slip slightly. “Y-yes, sir… Please cum w-with me…”
Seungcheol doubles his pace and you quickly feel one of his hands leaving your body as he wraps his hand around the fluffy tail again. He starts to move it around again, slightly tugging on it as you cry out. “Ah, s-sir!”
chwenon has donated $75
angelhan has donated $50
universe_WZ has donated $100
artist8hao has donated $75
“Fuh--fuck, sir, please! P-please breed me, please, ah, c-cum inside m-my little cunt and--and fill m-me up with your c-cum!”
Tears blur your vision as you’re quickly thrown over the edge and into an orgasm; ears ringing when your entire body goes rigid. Seungcheol finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your walls flutter around his cock and he soon finds himself cumming with you too; cock throbbing as he unloads all of him cum inside you. “Oh, fuck, kitten…” He moans; eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets the pleasure wash over himself as well.
The sound of donations and comments drown out your soft cries and Seungcheol’s deep groans and you’re almost positive that you’d made at least a couple thousand off of tonight’s show.
alphagyu97: holy shit look at her face, fuck
kitty_junjun: is she crying?
hoshi_tiger_xx: damn, shes so drunk on cock shes crying
therealchan99: aww poor kitten~
You let out a stuttered breath as your body starts to relax; soft sniffles following right after. “Ngh… sir…”
Seungcheol smiles softly when he hears the way your voice trembles and he’s gentle to slide his cock from inside your cunt; groaning when his cum immediately drips down onto the sheets from how much he’d cum inside you.
“Ah, kitten, what a waste. How am I supposed to breed your ‘lil cunt if you’re letting my cum spill out of you already?”
You lick your lips and despite the tiredness, a new wave of arousal pours over your body at the thought of Seungcheol cumming inside of you a second time. You shake your hips; foggy eyes staring straight into the camera.
“You’re just going to, ah, cum inside me again… and let e-everyone watch...”
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The next morning, Seungcheol drives you over to the diner to start your first real day at work and you feel downright nervous once the car stops. You’d gotten so used to camming and being alone that this new foray into normalcy was making you think twice, even just momentarily.
“You gonna be okay?” He turns to you, concern obvious on his face when your eyes meet his. “I can always take you straight home or take you back to the roller rink with me if you d--”
“No! No, I wanna do this... I know we made a lot of money off of the show last night but... But I think this’ll be good for me. Both of us working so we can afford rent ‘n stuff!” 
“We should like a married couple.” Seungcheol jokes. 
Your cheeks burn hot at his comment as you bite your lip. “Ehehe~” 
Seungcheol grins at you, hands still on the steering wheel. “Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I always have my phone on me anyway, Namjoon doesn’t really care.” 
The two of you share a laugh as you slowly reach for the door handle. 
“I will, I promise!” 
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“I still do not get why you want to work here.” 
Jun laughs, hands on his hips as he watches you adjust the short dress uniform you’d put on, moments before. 
“It’s just... something to keep me occupied, is all.” Smoothing down your uniform, you do a small spin for Jun who nods back in approval. “And I wanna make friends! Aren’t we friends?” 
Jun’s eyes twinkle with playfulness as he gestures you over to the front of the diner. “Of course we are! Which by the way...” He pauses, looking over the relatively full diner to make sure nobody caught your conversation. “Is... Seungcheol-hyung okay with y’know... You working here and me... Being one of your viewers leaving comments ‘n stuff?” 
A genuine look of concern crosses his features as he waits for you to respond. 
You puff your cheeks as you think, “I think so? I mean he hasn’t...” Memories of Seungcheol saying he’d kick Jun’s ass immediately flood your mind as you laugh nervously. 
“Y-yeah, he didn’t say a word!” 
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After two hours, you decide to take your 15 minute break; waving to Jun before you head towards the employee backroom to grab your phone. 
You check your notifications, surprise on your face when you see Seungcheol’s already messaged you a few times. 
cheollie ✨: have a good day!
cheollie ✨: u okay over there, baby?
cheollie ✨: dont feel pressured to answer asap lol 
You laugh under your breath, typing up a response as you take a seat in the break room.
‘It’s been going okay! I’m taking a short break right now tho!’
Shockingly, Seungcheol response only after a few seconds.
cheollie ✨: oh, thats good! I take it no issues?
‘Nope! my feet kinda hurt tho lol’
He asks you a few more questions; one about Jun keeping his distance, to which you shake your head and laugh. 
cheollie ✨: you never showed me your uniform btw 😏
You let out a noise of realization, fingertips already swiping through your phone to get to your photos as you send him one that you’d taken earlier. 
‘How's it look? 🥺’
It goes quiet for a couple minutes and you half-wonder if Seungcheol got in trouble for having his phone out. 
‘Cheol, u ok?’
cheollie ✨: is it bad I'm already thinking about lifting that cute little skirt up 
cheollie ✨: fucking you nice and hard with your panties just pushed to the side
cheollie ✨: fuck, and making you go back to work with your pussy filled with my cum 
A shiver rolls down your spine at his words; gulping as you check the time for how much you had left before you had to get back out onto the floor. 
‘what if I bend over and someone sees my panties all wet n soaked thru with ur cum...’
cheollie ✨: then they’d know you’re mine. 
cheollie ✨: I mean most of your viewers already know that 
cheollie ✨: but I want everyone to know, yknow?
cheollie ✨: god the way I wanna fuck you on the hood of my car
cheollie ✨: your cute little whines while you try to keep quiet 
You let out a shaky, quiet moan; thighs rubbing together when you notice you only have about three more minutes before your break was up. 
‘Cheol... I have to get back to work 😭 how could you get me horny before I have to get back...’ 
You pout your lips at your phone screen as you wait for his response.
cheollie ✨: 😈 
cheollie ✨: I have an idea 
cheollie ✨: for later 
cheollie ✨: I hope you can wear your uniform home 
cheollie ✨: see u in a few hours baby 
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sins of my youth. 007
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Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3
Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.
A/N: New Year and school is back in session after winter break. Billy starts the grovelling process and observes some new things about Evie. TW: PICA-it's worse. Vomiting. Animal death mention. Student/Teacher relationship in the background. School bullies. Taglist open!!! ​​
Chapter 7: One Bad Kiss Constellation
   The first day back to school was uglier than Evie pictured. Fall of snow didn't get them out of classes.
   Her stomach was already in knots, but that could have been the shiny things she’d eaten the night before.
   Felt like a game. What would pass. What would tie her stomach up. These little trinkets she actually dug for, cleaned with bleach, and stacked on that empty shelf. Organized each item. Admired her display of will and control. Mostly keys and buttons. Couple nuts from a toolbox in their garage.
   So far, everything came out. So far. Evie wondered what her insides would look like and tried to slow. Tried despite all the noise.
   Calculus was first. Thankfully, she shared it with Heather who was all smiles. Chattering about her surprise mini trip with her parents. 
   They had it with Tommy and Carol too. All the fucking grins and looks Evie got burned. Tommy peering then shifting to Carol’s ear so she could giggle.
   Evie’s pencil snapped within her fist so Heather glanced aside to see the pieces roll away.
   “Okay, muscles.” She chuckled, passing a freshly sharpened one over.
   “Thanks.”
   “So, what’d you do for New Years?” All the scratching of lead on paper was driving Evie insane. Grating like an out of tune orchestra of vibrating strings.
   “Just some lame party, the usual.” Evie was rubbing the back of her neck. Eyes glued to the page.
   Carol giggled again. Fingernails sunk into the skin of Evie's hairline.
   “Don’t know what her problem is.” Heather remarked to herself.
   Evie shook her head. Lips pressing with no sound. Trying to focus on the problems along the page and not the ones fizzling in her life. Her desk was pressed into the far right wall next to all the campy posters teachers loved to decorate their rooms in.
   About how there's always a silver lining and chase the morning.
   Evie rolled her eyes at the thought. Caught sight of a sleek thumbtack there sticking out. Shiny and chrome. Lungs pulsed and she wondered about the weight on her tongue.
   Strange how her mouth watered for it.
   Two fingers subtly snatched it from the wall when the bell rang.
   Second period was usually what she was excited about. English with Bowers and the sly smiles they beamed at each other across the room. Carol always looked between them. Jealous she wasn’t the hot teacher’s pet. She noticed a great deal there.
   Evie shared the class with Steve also. And Billy who sat in the next row over just behind her. He stared at Evie, trying to read every twitch and shift of her body. A note hit her desk from Steve.
   Brown eyes peered up as if to ask who it was being passed to, but he cocked his chin at her.
   Fredrick sat quietly at his desk as they worked separately today. He didn’t see her unfold it.
   What’s up with Hargrove? Looks like he’s trying to vaporize you with his laser eyes.
   Evie hitched to stop herself from laughing at a picture with a stick figure and a mullet. Lasers blasting out of the eyes. She added some comically large muscles. Cleared her throat and wrote back.
   He’s a creep.
   Steve quirked a darling smile at her.
   Billy saw a flash of stark, bloody red. Harrington made her grin without force.
   “Okay, class, let’s see who read the material. Pass your papers up.” Fredrick stood to collect. “I’ll be reading these tonight and- Ah, Mr. Hargrove. Thank you for the scribbling of your Camaro. I hope the essay question is as detailed.”
   “Been thinking about upgrading my girl, sir. Say, what do you drive?” Billy tapped his pencil, lazy as can be. “Cool guy, I bet.”
   “Just a Plymouth. We muscle cars have to stick together.” Fredrick was pulling stacks of papers from the front. Billy didn’t drop it.
   “That orange one? Yeah. I’ve seen it around.” Blue eyes drew to Evie at that. She felt a chill and peered back with a stony expression. “Bet the girlies all line up.”
   A few classmates chuckled for their glorious king.
   “It gets me from point A to B. That’s all I ask for.” Bowers only laughed.
   "I'm sure it does." Billy mused coolly, fingers twisting his ring which caught the light.
   The bell blared.
   “Alright, class. We’re starting a new unit tomorrow. I hope you all have your Shakespeare hats ready.”
   A collective groan sounded.
   Evie rushed out to Yearbook with Jonathan, Nancy, and Heather. Only class she had where Seniors and Juniors mixed. Besides lunch if that counted. Got lost in dark rooms so the world couldn’t see her hands shaking.
   "Here." Jonathan caught her trying to clip some photos up, fumbling with a stack.
   "Thanks," Evie sighed, "too many pages for our losing sports teams, right?"
   He chuckled at that.
   "My thoughts exactly."
   Jonathan went to help Nancy order some drafted pages when Heather crossed over. Eyes on Evie working.
   "Something the matter?"
   "Bourbon's not doing well. I expected it, but...he's just been with me through all of it. You know?" A frown etched. She didn't want to cry. Heather paused to hug Evie from behind.
   "He's our little prince still. I'm sorry."
   Her friend shifted out, pressed a smile and went back to work in silence. Groaned because Billy was in half these basketball photos. Alight and intense.
   “Hey, I’m going to the library for lunch.” Evie spoke after that bell rang. “I’ll scarf my sandwich on the way.” 
   Heather observed her again. Watched how Evie avoided her eyes.
   “Was...something else going on? I feel like I-”
   “No, just missing the break.” Evie flashed her teeth to make it convincing. 
   She did manage to get half the sandwich down and tossed the rest out. Patted cold water on her cheeks once she was alone in the bathroom as everyone went to lunch. The hallway got quieter and Evie looked at her flushed face. Shuddered and reached for the pin in her pocket.  Small. Deft. Dainty.
   Stark point. Catching the light. 
   She washed it with soap. Opened her mouth to stick her tongue out. Cradled it there. Chrome and out of place against pink flesh. Lips closed. The point pressed down into her tongue. Evie winced. Tried to swallow and choked it back into her hand. Saliva dripping.
   A spot of red welled. Loud and obscene and horrible. Tasting metal. Shame. Tears pooled.
   So she pushed it back in like she’d done with the key to drown the noise out. Evie Fenny wasn’t a fucking quitter.
   Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
   It scratched going down. Working around clenching muscles. Pangs fluttered. Fingers grasped the sink to bite a groan back.
   Evie thought she heard the little plink of it hitting her stomach. Gasped to breathe. There wasn’t shame anymore, only pride. She powered through it. Had utter control.
   Eyes locked with the mirror. Calm. Collected. Not in this body. Rust turned to sweet strawberries and rose petals.
   Imagine stabbing something several times until it was beautiful.
   Exhale.
** ** ** 
   Carol and her gaggle still kept the laughter up in the cafeteria. She sat upon the table with Tommy next to her. Animated stories kept them hanging upon dripping syllables. Heather couldn’t stand it anymore. Pushed up to cross right over.
   “What’s your problem today?” She cocked her hip.
   “Oooh.” Carol clicked her glittery nails on the table. “So touchy, sweet pea.”
   “What’s your problem with Evie, she didn’t do anything to you?”
   “Other than her being a tart for Bowers. Nothing to me. In fact, she provides us with hours of entertainment. Had a hot date with the Keg King.” Carol nodded toward Billy across the way, sitting alone and clicking his lighter. Annoyed, he got up and went to sneak his usual lunch smoke.
   “What? What are you talking about?”
   “Uh, isn’t Fenny your BFF?” Tina chimed in. “Shouldn’t you know?”
   “Aw, that’s so cute, she didn’t tell you.” Tommy added with his crooked smile. “Must be so embarrassed. Poor girl.”
   “You have five seconds-”
   “I’m gonna tell you.” Carol decided. Finger curling to bring Heather in. “Only because it’s just too good.”
** **  **
   Billy got one puff in before Princess Heather Holloway was smacking the cigarette from his fingers. Snarling and bright red to match the cute bow in her hair.
   “Hey!” 
   “Hey yourself, what the fuck?” She pushed Billy clear into the brick wall. Chilled him more than the breeze. A new flutter of snow began to fall with no peace in sight. Her face was flushed cherry with anger. “I know about your little Skirt Safari bullshit! You tricked Evie! You hurt my friend...you’re an asshole.”
   Billy just sagged at her. Reached to pluck up his cigarette and got it slapped again. Heather crushed it with her expensive shoe for good measure.
   “You had no right to do something so disgusting! Carol and Tommy filled me in.”
   His brow lifted.
   “...Evie didn’t tell you?”
   “The last thing Evie wants is for people to see her in pain, so I know you hurt her bad.” Her arms crossed. “Well?” A cold breath puffed.
   “It wasn’t supposed to-”
   “You mean, she wasn’t supposed to find out about the bet. You’re so selfish. You’re a selfish little prick. Stay the hell away from my friend.”
   She turned and a hand snatched her wrist.
   “Heath-”
   “What?” She shrugged with some extra ire. Eyes flickering like flames. “I think you’ve done enough.”
   Billy let her go, looked elsewhere. No syllables to make her stop fuming. Heather huffed at him and marched back inside to find Evie at her locker. Shoulders dropped.
   “Hey…” Heather’s slow approach still gave Evie a fright. Huge doe eyes looking far too somber.
   A sigh.
   “Who told you?”
   “Carol and those jerks.” Heather pressed her lips. “Just scared Hargrove shitless, I think. I’m sorry, I wish you told me. You said you'd tell me things.”
   “This thing... It doesn’t matter. He tricked me, whatever.” Evie’s arms went out then dropped. She faced her locker. Toyed with the handle and pressed her book closer. “It was all stupid. For a moment, I thought he… I thought a boy might-”
   “He’s a little prick.” Heather turned her friend around.
   “We had fun. We danced. I kissed him first. Did Carol tell you that part?” Evie sucked in some air.
   "Oh?"
   “Yeah, I kissed him and I was going to screw him too. I was gonna go to a motel with Billy Hargrove for New Years and, you know, I...I wanted to. I really wanted him... But, it doesn’t matter. They can talk about it all they like.” She moved to go, slamming her locker shut. “I don’t care. It won’t bother me. It's stupid. All of it.”
   “Evie, don’t shut down, please.”
   “I’m fine.” Sneakers skidded when Heather stepped in front of her. "Boys like Billy Hargrove don't go for girls like me. He doesn't want me. That's not news."
   Evie remembered all the hot bodies jumping around. The crowds and fireworks blasting along with a musical beat. Moments where she'd felt incandescently delighted next to Billy and the lingering of their starry eyes. Like they'd been meant to find each other all this time.
   "Getting mad about this is the same as being upset about the pattern of stars. It's pointless." Evie swallowed a thicker lump down.
   No, that's what ached. Billy made her believe they could be rewritten. Made her want to defy the stars.
   “Let’s hang out this weekend. A no boys party for both of us.” Heather smiled, taking Evie's hand. “He’s not even a boy, Eve, he’s a little prick. Let’s just have some fun. Friday? Sleepover. You pick the first movie.”
   “I’m fine, Heath,” the words sounded funny now, “but okay. Sleepover.”
   “Good.” A brighter smile crossed so Evie matched it. She let Heather hug her and managed to make it through classes all the way to her free period avoiding Billy’s eyes on her skull. Sneaking out was an art form she’d perfected. Quick steps to her locker and toward the door. Stopping only to see into the theater when stage lights turned rose red.
   Evie peeked in. Beamed.
   “Mr. B.” She shuffled inside after checking the hallway. "Fredrick."
   “I’m alone, Evie, come sit with me.” He patted the table next to the lightboard he was working on. The glow changed to a softer pink. Made it all less menacing. Bathed in blush, she crossed the illumination and scooted up onto the cool surface. Skirt shifting over black tights. “Bad day?”
   “Bad start to the year.”
   "Classmates? I can always fail them for you." He'd joked.
   She smiled, head shaking so he continued.
   “They’re intimidated by you, Evie, because you’re too ahead and mature for them. Soon, you'll be out in the world and they'll be left stumbling.” He peeked up behind a pair of glasses. This was old times. Encouragement. Nurturing. “Much like the director of the winter show who asked me to fix this damn thing last minute.”
   She giggled then, touching her lips. 
   “You look pretty in this light. You should wear pink more often, instead of red.” He remarked and she crossed her ankles. Hands gripping the edge.
   “Red makes me look and feel older.” Evie asserted herself.
   “What about that wet gloss you used to wear in class?” His finger brushed her knee before he was picking up a screwdriver. 
   “Thought you didn’t like to kiss me with gloss on, you said it was too sticky.”
   “I appreciate it more now that I’ve lost it. Just like you, Evie. You were there for me. It's something special to have a person. Don't you think?” He winked. Fredrick Bowers made her laugh and smile. Listened to her and gave back. Most days.
   All she longed for was to impress him. Please him. Be enough for someone.
   "It's not fair that I cannot kiss you here." He uttered. "Now. I'd like to."
   "Just kiss me?" Evie flicked some curls, drew her fingers across her collar so he fixated there.
   Played this version of herself that came out around him. This woman in red with cool words. Always game. She bit her lip and he paused to see her again. A smile crossed before they were interrupted.
   Evie looked up as the door opened and Carol stood there. A glare already on her pouty face. Fredrick scooted a good few inches from Evie. Quickly.
   “Sorry, I just had some questions about the reading. Mr. B.” Carol flashed a smile.
   "Of course, Carol. My door is always open. Evie, thank you for the inquires. I'll be getting back with you. Soon."
   Evie perked and got up. 
   “I'll hold you to that... We just finished. Thanks, Mr. B. For all the help.” She seemed all too chipper at Carol going green with envy. The redhead knocked into her shoulder passing, but Evie gripped her bag and went out. Frowned at the snow piling because she’d ridden her bike in. 
   Still, Evie was stubborn, so she got on and pedaled down the street. Sleet making it more difficult when a fucking Camaro revved down the way behind her. Billy honked once and got ignored. Pulled up in front of her and skidded over which sent Evie into a pile of frosty, dead leaves. Tumbling.
   “Hell.” She just laid there until Billy Hargrove was in the line of sight. Craning to see her and utterly stunning against the opal skies. “What’s it going to take for you to leave me alone, huh? Three hundred bucks?” She untwisted from her bike and Billy yanked her up, brushing snow aside until he got smacked off with two heated expressions penetrating.
   “You’re screwing Bowers, aren’t you?” He’d hissed it.
   Oof.
   “You’re delusional.” Evie charged past him. Legs aching as she pushed her bike.
   “Max saw you in his car. He’s always looking at you. Is that where you go when you sneak out your window three times a week?”
   “No!” Evie swiveled. Breath ghosting.
   “But, you’re still fucking him.” Billy slid in front, hands on the bike handles to stop her again. There was a struggle. Her cheeks puffing as she feebly tried to push him back. Teeth clenched.
   “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Will you just move?” Her entire face scrunched together. All daggers. Slowing, Evie spelled it out for him. Drew closer. “And no one will ever believe you.”
   “You think I’m trying to make your life worse, Angel? I just want you to admit it.”
   "Admit, what? You have major issues? Fine! Easy! Now move!" She barely got a few inches forward with his muscles buldging. Two immovable objects.
   "Open those pretty lips and say it. You're fucking our teacher. I wanna hear it from that mouth." Billy paused, chest shuddering. "You went to him after what I did. I should have stayed with you."
   “I don’t owe you any of this. You're obsessed!” She shoved into him. No budging, the boy was made of steel.
   “He’s a fucking pedophile. We had those in California too, chica. Maybe they don’t like the term round these parts. You think he's making you feel good, but he's setting you on fire to warm himself. That fuse is creeping, babe.” Billy pushed back until she was sliding toward his car. Slush wetting their shoes.
   "You're unbelievable!" 
   “I’m not looking to tell anyone, got that?" Billy caught her gaze in the teetering. Held it. "I’m just saying you don’t have to do it. Anyone ever tell you that you don't have to do something, Evangeline?"
   Evie stopped pushing to stare with bigger eyes as he continued. Expression crestfallen because something resonated.
   "Being a good girl has a cost, you do everything people tell you to do until your organs start spilling.”
   “I'm not the only one with a front. Fuck you!”
   A beat.
   “You almost did that night.” Billy cocked his head. "I would have made you moan so pretty. I wanted to." Evie’s mouth dropped before she shoved him into the snow. Bike falling away. He looked thrilled. About to pitch a fucking denim tent. “There you are. I would have fucked you so hard and so good, babe. Bet you even taste like heaven and stardust. Yeah? Fucking hit me.”
   “Hit you?” Evie stilled over him. “You’re just trying to make yourself feel better. Fuck off, Billy.” She yanked at her bike again. He puffed there, chest sinking before he shot back up. Newfound vigor.
   Growled.
   “I’m sorry.”
   Even the snow stilled with him. She swerved and saw him crack.
   “Evie, I’m fucking sorry, okay? I’m shit at this and I‘m sorry. I’m sorry I took you to that stupid dance and screwed you over. I'm sorry you got hurt. I am sorry, got it!”
   “You’re sorry that you got caught.” She pointed.
   “I’m not leaving you alone.”
   “Listen, Billy,” Evie spun and dropped her bike, “I don’t need anything from you. Nothing. Okay? Just let it go, I really don’t know why you can’t. Be sorry somewhere else. The stars are where they are. Life goes on.”
   “Fuck the stars! They're too far away to stop us. I kissed you after midnight. I gave the fucking money away. I wanted out of it and I fucked up. I did. I'd change that, but I wouldn't change the night with you. Hear me? I didn't lie about that much." He strained to catch those brown eyes.
   She opened her mouth and closed it quicker. Almost softened.
   "I didn't fake that and I was shitty to take you to that place. That fucker Tannen used me to get back at you and I’m fucking sorry about it.” Billy seemed to rage the thoughts out. “You liked it too. The kiss. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
   "If you call that a kiss." Sarcasm seeped out.
   "Yeah, I recall us sharing a couple." Billy laughed. Dry and disbelieving. "I was drunk, but I remember every damn second of how you felt."
   “You’re not fooling me again.” Evie crushed in on herself, pressed onward. Skidding to go away from Billy Hargrove. What the hell could he possibly want out of this?
   “I’ll leave you alone,” Billy sprang forward and grabbed her back wheel, “if you kiss me again and tell me it’s nothing. Just one more. Redo it. Yeah? To hell with the stars, we'll change them.”
   She looked in awe at him. Shoulders dropped.
   "It wasn't even that good of a kiss."
   "Then, what do you have to lose over another bad one?" Billy's head tilted up. Wild as can be. Evie matched it. Both of their curls moving up against the sweep of cold winds. Hungry looks about them. Billy undid her with a damning utter. "Prove me wrong, Angel."
   He fucking triple dog dared her.
   Evie practically kicked her bike aside, stomped toward him, and grabbed his face to smash their lips together. Billy pounced back with a barely there sound. Shoved Evie into the side of his car.
   Another vehicle honked and went around them. Probably too shocked to do much else with teenagers unable to control their hormones in the middle of the road.
   Moaning like he was in a porno, Billy made this one count. Hands palmed at her ass, bringing Evie up a few inches. Tongue down her throat near ready to prick himself on the pin she'd swallowed.
   She hitched as he pulled her hair to see lush hooded eyes again. But, briefly.
   "Yeah?" He twisted those curls around, both of them moaned. Challenge dancing. You like that, Angel? Evie's fingers were clutching at his jacket. A nod followed. She let him trail his tongue against her lips and opened her mouth for it again. Tasted spearmint.
   Drunken bodies kept moving and smacking back into his car. Billy even tried to pull her shirt up out of her skirt to touch the flesh underneath. Evie jolted out from him, having not been ravished like that by a boy so unafraid to touch her.
   And she shuddered apart. Kept her eyes closed so Billy did too.
   It was the only way to prolong this. A softer kiss where their noses brushed after. Foreheads pressing together. Ardent and lovely. Total silence was a thrill. Billy nuzzled his nose into her own again, pulling her body into his. Fingers crept barely under her shirt. Caressed the tender skin. Lungs and hearts needy beyond repair.
   Constellations twisting together until a single question dawned. Can I keep you?
   Evie quaked for air and saw him. Lashes long and too beautiful. Freckles. Snow falling like confetti. An ache flooded back. The pin pricks in her tongue jabbed. Arms pushed up at him. Felt the thumping in his chest.
   Holding his jaw steady, lipstick smeared to damn them both.
   “Do you always kiss the same way a thirsty dog laps at water?” She shoved him backwards. A spit trail left their mouths. Red glistened on Billy’s lips and chin. A sleazy grin cracked, tongue wiggling out to taste her still on him. Neither could breathe right.
   “Haven’t had complaints.” He gasped for air. “Are you judging my technique?”
   “Yeah, it sucks.” Evie puffed with more force. “And I felt nothing. Got it? Nothing. Leave me alone now.”
   “You’re a shitty liar.” He watched her swerve.
   “And you’re a shitty person!” She wiped her mouth. Billy stopped dead, dropped everything he was feeling to let that pierce him. “I felt nothing! Leave me alone.”
   “No.” Billy decided as she plucked her bike up.
   “No?"
   "You heard me." A child. "No. Nope. Nada."
   "But, you just said-”
   “I fucking lied and now you know how it’s done.” He went around his car. “Maybe I’m a shitty person, but at least I don’t hate myself enough to lie and screw-”
   “Spare me!” Evie screamed over him. Chilling. She got onto her bike and went down a dirt path so Billy couldn’t follow her. 
   “Fuck.” Billy slammed his car door getting back in. Revved up again, hitting the wheel. “Fuck!”
   He’d made it worse.
** ** **
   Billy made an attempt to leave Evie Fenny alone. Sorta. Didn’t even stare at her in school. Didn’t bring up Bowers. Pretended he didn’t hear her sneaking out to wherever. 
   He even tried screwing other girls. Drinking and partying to forget.
   Another problem came with that.
   He couldn’t keep his shit up. Tried everything. Got into bed with two girls and stayed soft. Pretended he was just too smashed. 
   All he saw was Evie Fenny looking at him with her huge, sad eyes. It made him furious and he tried to hate her. Tried to jerk himself off and only thought of her lipstick smearing his skin. Her amber perfume drowning his senses. Her body flush against his.
   Then, he was coming.
   He felt like shit about all of it and that turned to rage. No hate came, it just burnt.
   Meanwhile, Evie was lining pins and screws up for her collection. She wrote down every little thing she ate and what came out.
   It was supposed to all come out eventually and she'd be there to control it.
   She thought of the amethyst gemstone sparkling inside her and wondered how such a thing could make her feel so happy and alive.
   Even when her stomach began to ache with little pricks through the day. Even when her appetite was often ruined. Even with she tried again at times to stop it for good. The cravings undid her.
   She smiled through the pain just like she was taught. A woman's disposition. 
   I am fine. This is fine.
   Something collided distantly. Two arrows through the same heart. Spitting blood everywhere.
   One night, Evie wasn’t sneaking out.
   Billy still heard her scratching around the side of the house. Couldn’t help peeking to see her dragging a shovel. Holding a painted square under one arm. She set a decorated shoe box aside and started digging a hole just at the back corner of her house. Struggling to break ice and snow. Head bowed so wet curls covered her chilled face.
   He opened his window.
   “Hey.”
   “Go away.” She sniffled. Crying. 
   Billy hadn’t heard or seen her cry. Not even over him and what he did. Not for anything. The sound jarred him, he thought she might have been holding in laughter.
   Blue eyes drew to the box again and he realized it. Bourbon. The strange cat hadn’t been spying on him lately.
   “Please,” she turned her neck to barely peer at him through red rimmed eyes, “just go away.” Evie wiped her nose and let a fresh sprinkling of snow melt on her cheeks. She still looked pretty there, utterly fatigued. Wispy, wet curls framing her splotchy expression. 
   "You took good care of him." Was all he said. Evie turned back. Shoulders lifting.
   Billy did the only thing he could do for once.
   He left Evie alone. 
   Listened to her hum and dig to bury the beloved cat. Billy didn’t see Evie stuff a handful of soil into her pocket and go back inside to her empty house because her mother was always out with friends or working. She went to the phone in her bedroom. Luckily, Evie got her own line two Christmases ago. She dialed.
   “Hello?” Her prince.
   “Can I come over?” Evie sniffled. “Bourbon died.”
   “Who?”
   “My cat.” Dark eyes narrowed before she started to pick at some peeling wallpaper. “You remember?” She talked about the little ball of fuzz all the time.
   “Oh, that’s unfortunate, Evie.” Fredrick sighed for her. “I’m not sure after what happened last weekend. I still think you need time.”
   She spazzed out as the teenagers say.
   “I just...wasn’t comfortable doing that. The ropes freaked me out, I can’t explain it.” She shook her head. "I can try again, can I come over?"
   "So, now I'm just pushing you into it? Don't make me the bad guy, Evie, I won't be that. I'm here for you, but I want to go at your pace. You know that."
   "No, no, you're not pushing," came the protest, "I can do it. I'll try. I just wanna see you. I need to be touched." That sentiment got her welling again.
   “Evie, it’s like you don’t trust me to look after you.” He replied in a clinical sort of way. “I’m risking everything to be with you."
   "I know."
   He said it often.
   "You couldn't stop crying," he sniffled like he might weep over it, "you make me feel so helpless at times. Do you realize that?"
   "I"m sorry..." Evie crushed into the phone as he made it about him. His needs. His inability to keep her happy. That was her fault.
   "Too often, I think your head is just up in the clouds. These nightmares you have and the way you press into the wall when you sleep. Like you don't want me to touch you. And last week, dear, you just...wouldn't stop crying."
   "I promise I won't cry anymore." She's promised her mother that as well in silence. "I swear. I'll stop."
   "This fixation on your little poems. We used to have adult conversations about the future. It's like a part of you is locked away. You don't want me to touch it. What’s the matter with you?”
   “Songs.” Evie replied flatter.
   “What?”
   “They’re songs, not poems.”
   “I just mean, you should be more practical."
   "I don't know what's wrong with me." Evie decided at last. Clutching the phone cord in her shaken fist. Haunted. "I can't stop."
   She didn't know if she wanted to. This cycle that was eating her.
   "I got back into this because I wanted you. I see a future with us. Do you want me just as bad? Think on it. I'll give you the time. When you're ready, I'm here.” Bowers advised. He wanted her to want him so bad. “We’ll talk another day. Next weekend maybe.”
   "Fredrick, please-"
   The line cut.
   She'd been too needy, he like that on his terms. Liked when she crawled and when she needed him so bad. When she gave into everything he desired without a fuss. Fredrick wanted Evie, but he wanted a specific version of Evie. The bouncy girls on television game for anything, who had every answer. Fizzling emotions unsettled him. They were childish. But, he wanted her lips to be glossy and pink. Wanted her to be an adult woman in a spring breaking teen's body.
   You'd think he was still married to his uptight wife and fucking the damn babysitter.
   Evie set the phone down. Stuffed a handful of dirt into her lips. Smothered herself with it. Gritty, it stuck to her teeth like an Oreo cookie. Tiny stones shifted as she tried to swallow too much at once. She got another handful in before her gag reflex choked her. Feet scrambled to puke brown and bile into the toilet. 
   The Lego she ate earlier came up too. Found it helping Claudia and Dustin clear their basement. Shiny and blue. 
   Her stomach curdled. A few tears squeezed before she was scooping that up. Slippery with acidic bile. Pushing it back into her mouth. With her throat raw, it hurt worse the second time but it went down.
   Control. She was in total control. That’s what she told herself. Curled up next to the toilet. Scalp heating while her lips hung slack.
   “Nothing is the matter with me.” Evie told herself because stopping meant that thudding ache in her chest would glow all neon and rose red.
** ** **
   Billy wasn’t going to leave Evie alone. He decided that after a wet dream one morning. These things were not to be taken lightly by teenage boys. 
   I’m sorry. It didn't cut it. Actions, that’s what Susan advised, not that he’d admit prying advice from his chirpy stepmother. Vague as can be, Billy hung out in the kitchen doorway dropping rough hints.
   Maxine was more blunt when Susan asked her later.
   “Oh, yeah, he’s totally crushing on Evie and he messed it all up.” She said between the lazy crunching of salty chips.
   “That’s what I thought.” Susan sighed. An hour of Billy barking and hiding around the doorway told Susan that much. She was young once.
   “But, he did something. She’s mad at him.”
   “Well, Neil works late tomorrow, I asked Billy if he’d take me to Mona’s salon. She wanted me to go out with her friends. A dessert and wine thing she likes to host.”
   “Did you tell Neil?” Max was fixing a wheel on her skateboard and snacking. Poor thing wasn't getting use with all the snow fall. Susan only smiled.
   “Would you like to go get your hair done?”
   “Ick.” Max cringed at the thought of those huge rollers and hairspray. 
   “Max.” Susan replied carefully. “Evie works tomorrow, doesn’t she? Saturday.”
   She got the idea with her eyes lighting up.
   “Oh!” Max blew air out her lips. “Just this once, then.”
   “That’s my girl.” Susan figured if Billy was convinced it was all her idea, the day would go smoother.
** ** **
   Something else Billy Hargrove learned about Mona was her hair changed with the seasons. Locks big and bold but now a strawberry blonde. A head start for spring despite it still being January.
   Evie peered up at reception and noticeably, her face fell.
   Susan figured whatever happened had to be bad. She’d never seen such a reaction from a teenage girl to her drop dead gorgeous stepson. Hell, Billy Hargrove could bat his lashes and have eggs dropping in every uterus within a fifty mile radius.
   Might have been why Neil preferred to lock him in his room like he was the dirty tomcat about to impregnate all the neighborhood strays. Although, Neil had a list of reasons for how he treated Billy. None of them valid.
   Mona went right for Max. Squished her cheeks in smelling of lavender hand cream. 
   “I’m so glad y’all are here! Maxie, I promise I won’t shock you. Just a wash and freshen. Make your hair nice and bouncy. It’ll shine. I always say: the higher the hair, the closer to God.” Mona took Susan’s hand. “C’mon over here. My new girl, Shelby, will get you started too. Little pampering does everyone good.”
   “Hey.” Evie piped up, twirling a pen around. She’d eaten the cap an hour ago. Not much for chewing. Always up to the task of swallowing whole because she was a big girl.
   Big girls sucked it up and swallowed. 
   Billy thought to go back to his car. Swayed on his feet there looking around at all the plants.
   Actions.
   Actions. 
   They speak louder than words. Billy was a screamer.
   “Miss Mona, I was thinking we could… Uh, for me.”
   “You want a wash too, Billy?” She perked, hair bobbing as her little platforms clicked excitedly. “Come, come, sit down. Evie can get you shampooed to start.”
   Evie’s entire body locked. Billy smirked at her, but noticed an opportunity reach her eyes. The pen stabbed back into a cup. Lips spread in a devious way. He saw horns spring out of her big curls.
   Fuck, she looked hot though.
   It drove him wild. Evie with a fire behind her eyes. All plush curves and lingering allure. That amber perfume melted him.
   “I’d be so happy to help.” She gripped Billy’s leather bomber and jerked him into a chair. He had a semi at this point. "Get comfy."
   Hell, the girl was plotting a murder with that smoldering expression. Still, Billy was game because she was giving him attention. His tongue swept pink lips. Peachy skin glowing.
   There was something off about Evie too. This sunken manner like her energy had been sapped. The slightest dark circles under brown eyes. Skirt Safari was barely three weeks ago. He removed his jacket when Mona reached for it to hang it with Max’s and Susan’s.
   Dead boy walking.
   Max snickered from her chair across the way. She and Susan sat with little floral capes, already getting their pampering. Evie moved Billy’s hair and pulled a lilac cape around his neck.
   “Ack!”
   “Oh? Too tight. My bad.” She snapped a button. “Put your head back. Into the sink now.”
   Billy thought to pray for mercy, tilted back into the porcelain. He asked for this. The sink went on. Ice. 
   “Too cold?”
   “Nope.” Teeth chattered. Evie had that devilish look still. Decided to make it warmer. Lifted the nozzle and hit his face.
   And Billy took it. Sputtering.
   “Oh, so sorry…” Her tongue clicked. Didn’t even try to sound sincere.
   “Just a little water. No big deal.”
   Her bottom lip pouted. She sprayed his face again. Billy snickered through the coughing, fists held the chair tight.
   “You’re fucking waterboarding me, Fenny.” He'd spat, blinking rapidly.
   “What?” Evie paused then kept spraying him as he tried to reply.
   “You’re-”
   “I’m, what?” She came off and Billy snorted before the water splashed again.
   “Ngh-ffff- ”
   “Can’t hear you, Billy.” Evie caught Max losing it across the way.
   The boy took all the torment like a champ so she let up. He didn’t even snap when she pulled his hair shampooing it. 
   “I like it rough, Angel.” Billy hissed at her fingers pulling so she sprayed him again. Made him buck like a mad feline. He seemed to almost love it. This was foreplay to him.
   “Creep. Don’t pitch a tent in that cape.” Evie stuffed a towel in his face. Smiled cheerfully. All syrup. “We're done, mommy.”
   “Let’s see what I can do for these curls, Billy.” Mona let Claudia work on Susan while her new hire took over for Maxine. “I hope Evie gave you a good start.”
   She certainly revved his motor, but he wasn't going to tell her mother that.
   “So nice. I feel even more relaxed now.” Billy twitched a stressed smile. Earned himself a few good boy points.
   Evie cracked a grin at him, arms crossing before she went back to reception. Unbelievable.
   Mona had Billy chattering about his car and school and how he'd just turned eighteen in December. Life was coming his way. Evie took to doodling song lyrics in no order and tapped her pen. Mona either talked Billy into hair curlers or just started doing it. Which was another bout of amusement.
   And Billy stared at Evie the entire time. Even when she made it a point to face away. Sat on the stool with her legs crossed, leaning forward to jot her little lyrics down. Susan swept her eyes between them.
   Both relentlessly stubborn.
   “Mona, I’ve been wanting to repay you back for the dinner this month. How about tomorrow? Our place this time.” Came her voice when a hair dryer shut off.
   “We’ll bring the dessert.” Fingers played with Billy’s curls. Reminded him of his mother. Fluffed some life into them. He decided this salon was better than the places he used to go. 
   Music played, songs changing as time continued. Evie decided her luck couldn’t get any worse when Carol’s red hair appeared in her line of sight. Walking with her little friend group without Tommy. Likely headed to the nail place down the block.
   Carol spotted Evie behind glass and whispered something that had her friends howling before they went. 
   “Bitches.” Billy sauntered up behind her. Golden hair sparkling.
   “As if you had nothing to do with that.” Evie smacked her notebook shut. Sat straighter as he shook his locks out. Curls shining with lift. Like the sun just kissed them.
   “How do I look?” One brow rose. Teasing.
   “The same.” Gorgeous. 
   “Lunch?”
   “Already ate.” Evie’s lips pressed when she said that. They spoke out of earshot under the music. Not noticing the glances on them.
   “Guess I’ll still be seeing you for dinner tomorrow.” Billy counted some bills out. Snatched a pen and scribbled a note on a single. Dropped the money on the counter and pushed the one he’d written on into her pocket. She lifted an arm and glared, but let him. “We'll do this again some time. The back and forth. I pull your hair and you pull mine."
   "Unlikely."
   "Hm. Invest in waterproof red lipstick. Don't they have waterproof makeup now? Looks better on you than on me." His voice dropped.
   "Wow. Cocky now, are you?"
   "I just think it'll take us a lot of tries to get to a bad kiss. Don't you, Evie?" He replied pointedly, leaning over to speak in that low baritone. Pure amber honey.
   "I think you're in denial, Billy. Gotta put pride aside." Evie bit her tongue and turned away. Loathed the blush glittering her cheeks.
   "Takes one to know. I’ll wait for Max in the car. Need a smoke. See you around, Angel.” Billy swayed off after grabbing his coat. Out into the cold. 
   Evie put his money in their register and plucked the dollar out.
   “Sorry. -A shithead.”
   Billy had even gone out of his way to draw a little frowny face with a tear. Evie caught him looking at her from his car and rolled her eyes, stuffing the bill away.
   Tried not to smile. Failed.
   “Billy doesn’t do this kind of thing.” Max appeared a bit later. Glowy and red. Vibrant. “Just...so you know.”
   “It shows.” Evie sighed out her nose. Watched Max say bye to her mother since she was staying with Mona before hurrying out into the Camaro. One rev and it skidded off. Snow flurries falling in its wake.
   “She seemed mad,” Max had said in the car, “but, maybe less mad.”
   “It was a big fuck up. She’ll be mad a long time.”
   “And that bothers you.”
   “No.” Billy flicked his cigarette out the window. Watched his sister’s lips press before he scoffed. “Max, I did something evil. You understand? Evie wants fuck all to do with me.”
   And he couldn't throw her from his thoughts.
   “What did you do?” Max leaned in to press the subject. “Just tell me.”
   The gist of it came out by the time they parked at Cherry Lane. 
   Max just blinked at him. Flared. Billy cut the engine and paused, glancing at her.
   “Why do boys do this to girls?” She asked, fists clenched in her lap. Rigid and puffy. “I don’t understand. Are my friends going to be like you when they get older?”
   “No, Max, they’re not. I’m a piece of shit.” His shoulders came up.
   “And you didn’t have to be… Keep groveling, you owe Evie that much.” She slammed the door when she got out. Expected to get barked at and slowed because he made no move. Just flicked his lighter open and closed there. Blue eyes on the steering wheel. 
   Exhaling into the frost, Max came around the car and jerked Billy’s door open. 
   “You suck at this. She doesn’t want you to do this self-deprecating game where you play the asshole victim. She wants a real apology.”
   “I don’t know what the fuck she wants me to say anymore.”
   “Maybe you don’t have to say anything to her.” Max paused. “Those girls and people at school, they’re mean to her. Aren't they? You’re the Keg King. Are you really going to let that happen?”
   “They’re just fucking assholes, ignore them.”
   “Easy for you to say being popular. What happened to Evie during the dance has been happening to her through all of high school. Don’t you see that? If you really cared, you’d do something to stop it.” The door shut on Billy before he could reply. 
   Max went up into the house, left him to stew on that until he followed her inside. Away from the snow and Evie’s penetrating eyes that were beginning to haunt him.
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tum-like-oxygen · 5 years ago
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I want you to depend on me (4/4)
The last part. This time with Key and Jinki. I did this on my phone and reread it once. Sorry for any mistakes.
Warnings: emeto,male x male, shipping hinting, depictions of vomiting and overall sickness. Bloated tummies are very present.
"Shit..." Key thought as an off bubbling sensation washed over his stomach. It was only a day after Minho and Taemin got sick. Minho was not feeling good a few days ago..."must've caught it in the van..." Waking up to this sensation was less than prime. He had heard the two boys from his room getting sick, for a day and was sure the worst was over. Now he had his own issue to deal with. He felt hot and achy.
His plan was to lay low. He didn't like people knowing anything was wrong, always trying to remain cool and deal with it on his own to save his image. He sighed, placing a hand on his stomach. He should have known when he skipped dinner last night. He felt full so he decided to just go to bed, at least he knew this stomach upset wasn't from hunger. He closed his eyes, even after sleeping so long he was still tired. It was about noon now. His belly was bloated a bit. Clearly he was sick.
He opened his eyes at the sound of knocking and his doorknob turning. His leader stood there. "Are you going to get up?" He looked concerned, Jinki always knew more than he let on, but maybe he could get away with it. "Just didn't sleep well last night... Gonna lay back down." Jinki frowned. Keys stomach let out a loud gurgle, causing him to turn a bit red. "I'll make you some food" Jinki left before the younger could protest. He could tell Key didn't feel good. His body language said everything. He was the leader, he knew his members, especially after 10 years. Not to mention the two sick boys in the other room, and the upset gurgles from his own stomach.
Key sighed, giving his bloated belly a gentle rub. He dreaded putting anything in his stomach. God only knew what Jinki was going to bring him... And he couldn't just not eat it. Even though his stomach was empty, it felt full and heavy.
Jinki returned with some chicken broth, a litre of ginger ale and glass, liquid tylenol and a partially empty bottle of Pepto. "Damn..." Jinki was just too good. "Open your mouth" Jinki placed a thermometer in front of the singers face. He complied. No use arguing. "Your almost at 103. Take this." He poured the liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to Key. It was disgusting. Cherry. His least favorite flavor. Definately not something he wanted to taste right now. He handed the cup back and cracked open the ginger ale, not even bothering you put it in the cup. He just wanted the cherry taste gone.
"Eat if you can. It's been over twelve hours since you've eaten anything " Jinki took the medicine bottle and walked out. Before closing the door he looked back 'I'll be in my room if you need me." He smiled and shut the door.
Key looked at the food with disgust. His tummy didn't feel like eating. His stomach was not happy.
Sighing he downed the broth in a few gulps. He didn't want to taste it. He wanted to get it over with. Realizing his mistake he swore and grabbed the ginger ale taking a small sip. The amount of broth Jinki gave him wasn't exactly a small portion. The bowl was huge. Key moaned, leaning back to rub his bloated stomach through his shirt. "ugh the broth is already making my stomach upset .. I guess even that was too rich to handle." The broth was salty, and he was dying for a drink. Eyung the ginger ale he though. "I mean... Won't this help my stomach?" He flipped on the TV and laid down, trying to soothe his tummy ache, mindlessly drinking his gingerale.
Fifteen minutes later a wet loud gurgle emitted from his stomach, causing a wet burp to rise. "Oh God... I drank it all." His stomach now full of broth and ginger ale, his stomach began to slosh and bubbl. "Hic .. oooh..." He stifled a burp with his hands. "God my stomach's upset." He grabbed the bottle of Pepto... Cherry... "For fucks sake..." He sighed, there was only a little over a third left in the bottle, so he just drank the rest down. He wanted his stomach to calm down, and surely this was the only way.
Gagging on the sickening cherry flavor, key felt a bit dizzy. His stomach doing flips. The taste in his mouth was less than pleasant. He wanted, he was absolutely nauseated. All the sloshing liquid only added to the queasy feeling, akin to being seasick. He stood up and his belly sloshed. "oh god..." Wrapping his arms around his midsection, he walked mindlessly to the leaders room. Before opening the door he regained his composure as best he could.
Jinki was laying down, reading a book. Key could see the eldest had a hand rested on a bloated belly. He could tell Jinki felt a bit unwell just by looking at him. That was their leader though, never caring about himself, and selflessly thinking of his members in any situation. "Kibum..." He closed his book "Is something wrong."
Key blushed. "N..no... I just heard Minho puking again and I wanted to be away from it.' He lied. Jinki eyed the youngest bloated belly. It was obviously upset. He could even hear it gurgle and groan from the distance between the two. But he played along. "Thank you for the food..." Keys stomach let out a queasy gurgle. "I... I gotta pee.." He lied again, the cacaphany of flavors riding up his throat, and closed himself in the eldest's bathroom.
Jinki sighed. "Why not just tell the truth." He shook his head and waited. He wasn't going to hurt the singers ego or embarrass him. If he needed him Key would let him know.
Key turned the faucet on... Not wanting to be heard. His stomach grew more upset each second. Not wanting to be on the dirty floor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his sick stomach, brining up queasy burps, ocassionally spitting into the bowl. He began to sweat, he really didn't feel well. Eventually the nausea faded enough that he felt like he could go back. He turned off the faucet, tears in his eyes. His belly hurt so badly and he felt so sick.
"S...sorry I bothered you." He looked down. "I..I'll go."
Before he could leave Jinki grabbed his arm. "Kibum' his voice was stern. "Why on Earth did you drink all of that?" Having gone into the bedroom to tidy up, he was shocked. Keys stomach had to be sicker than before. He pulled the covers from his bed back and patted the empty spot. "Lie down. You have a bellyache. I won't let you leave my sight until you're better."
Key blushed, complying. "Jinki, ah... I'll get you sick..."
Jinki scoffed "I'm already sick to my stomach. He lifted his shirt revealing his slightly bloated stomach. "It started a few hours ago. I'll be fine..." He blushed. "Please just let me be here for you." He looked into the youngers eyes. "Stop pushing everyone away..."
Tears streamed down Kibums cheeks. "Jinki...." He was interuppted by a wave of nausea. His hand raised to his mouth. Onew placed a hand on his back as he shot up in bed. "Does your tummy feel sick?" Key nodded, afraid to speak. His stomach let out gurgle after gurgle. Jinki looked on concerned as the singers face paled. He knew moving Key would be a bad idea. "It's ok... I'm here..."
Key swallowed the acidic liquid rising from his stomach and moaned. "Jinki..." He panted, sweating from his fever and nausea. "Can't... Make it to the toil -" he was cut short by a gag, rushing his hand to his mouth he was able to stop it momentarily, but some sick still got onto the elders white bedding.
He was able to turn to the side of the bed, as his stomach sent up another wave. The liquid poured out of him violently as he retched. The taste of th cherry Pepto causing him to vomit again. Soon he felt a hand on his belly running in soft circles. "It's alright. Get it all up." Jinki was amazing at__ consoling. With him there, Key felt safe. Something he hadn't felt for a long time.
A mixture of the situation and his own stomach bug, Jinki began to feel nauseated. "Kibum... I'm happy... You're not going through this alone .. at least.. " he spat on the ground as Kibum continued to bring up the liquid contents of his stomach. Jinki retched as a stream of water escaped his lips, all he had ingested. "S...sorry stomach just isn't feeling well it's not you.'"
Key shook his head as a break presented itself. He spat. "I know... God my stomach is so upset..." Key whined. "I guess yours is too." Jinki nodded. "Get to the bathroom. I'll clean this so we can just lay down once this is over."
Key nodded, getting out of his soiled clothing and leaning in front of the toilet. He was dizzy and hot. His stomach wasn't anywhere near empty. He wasn't throwing up a lot at a time. He almost wished he would and get it over with.
Jinki was overcome with nausea after cleaning the mess. After changing the bedding he threw it in the corner of the bathroom. He didn't care. He ran to the sink and vomited bile. Key couldn't handle that and a large steam of liquid came after a wet burp. His eyes were tearing up as he continued to bring most of his stomach contents up into the bowl. He spat, not feeling like more was coming.
He panted and leaned back rubbing his belly. Jinki flushed the bowl and sat down, pulling Kibum onto his lap facing the toilet. He put both hands around his disdended stomach. "I'm here for you." He pressed into his belly, bringing up some more burps from the sick singer. "It hurts..." Key whined, moaning at Jinki's touch. "Just lean on me. I'll rub your stomach until you feel you can get up."
Key laid there, resting on his hyung. His smell was comforting. "Thanks hyung... I'm sorry you don't feel good either." He stifled a burp. "I feel better than you. Just relax." Key was just getting comfortable when his stomach cramped, and he flew over the bowl, retching up the last of the liquid and bile. He dry heaved for a few minutes until his stomach calmed a bit.
"I need to lie down..." Key moaned, his stomach still not feeling well. He was done vomiting, but the upset stomach lingered as well as a slight bloat to his stomach. They cleaned up and went to the room.
Jinki helped him up and gave him one of his shirts. His stomach was visible even through that. Jinki changed and put a trash can on each side of the bed, turned on his fan and slid next to his member. He pulled him close in a spooning position and rubbed his belly, still gurgling. Jinki was exhausted, as was the younger.
"Hyung..." Key blushed. "Whenever my belly hurts... I'll tell you from now on... Will .. will you rub it every time."
Jinki smiled, kissing the back of his head. "Always. I always want you to tell hyung every time you aren't feeling good." He stroked his cheek. "After all Taemin has Minho, and if you'll have me... You have me..."
Key blushed, placing his hand on top of Jinki's. "I.. I'd like that .." soon the two drifted to sleep , the younger in his hyungs arms. Their upset stomachs had them up and down, and they rubbed each other's bellies and backs every time one was awoken by the urge to vomit.
Soon, they were able to sleep without interruption.
The next morning they knew they'd have to explain why Kibum came out of Jinki's room. But that was ok. Maybe tomorrow key could rub Jinki's belly, that though drove him crazy. This stomach bug brought them all closer than they thought it would.
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write-place-write-time · 5 years ago
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Found It
[ Can be read as a sequel/companion to "Lost It", or as a standalone ]
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“Bit busy, mate.”
“Baker Street. Come at once.”
“Sherlock, I’m trying to -- No, Rosie, no biting! -- change Miss Nibs here--”
“Bring her along. I need you both.”
“For what?!”
Click. 
John Watson pulled the mobile away from his ear with a resigned glare. Young Rosie babbled and grabbed at it, wriggling herself out of the 18 month frock he’d just wrestled her into. John turned his glare to his daughter, who giggled at him unashamedly.
“Between you and your godfather, nudity is trending at an all time high,” he grumbled, though there was no heat in it.
****
Upon arriving at 221b, the Watsons were met with a perturbed Mrs. Hudson, dashing out the door with her brolly and handbag. 
“That boy is a menace, I tell you,” she said in between cooing at Rosie. “Got himself all aflutter and refuses to tell me why.”
John frowned at that. “Aflutter? Is he…?”
“He’s clean, of course, but he’s also cleaning. Sherlock Holmes, cleaning the flat!” She tutted, striding off towards a cab. “Good luck, you two!”
John and Rosie shared a look, making their way in and up to the flat.
The faint scent of lemon cleaner and fresh sugar biscuits wafted down the stairs as the Watsons entered their home away from home. The flat was clean. No sign of newspapers, weaponry, abandoned teacups, nor assorted baby-care items strewn about the space. Any paraphernalia of Rosie’s was organized in a designated area that John was impressed to find both conveniently out of the way and visible from all angles of the living room. 
The yellow chair from the corner was positioned across from his, angled in companionship with Sherlock’s own. There was a soft, cherry red afghan that John had never seen before draped over the back. The mirror above the mantle was clear of any chemical residue or hand-swipes (from clearing off residue to use the mirror for its intended function); even Billy the skull looked especially clean, as though the teeth had been brushed. The bison skull was free of dust, and the headphones had been replaced by a -- “Flower crown?” 
“John, Rosamund, hello!”
John turned from the baffling sight of the bison and its floral corona to where Sherlock’s voice had sounded behind him in the kitchen, and his jaw dropped. 
The consulting detective stood barefoot in jeans -- jeans -- a button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, purple dish-washing gloves, and a flour-powdered green tartan pinny. John gaped, trying to gather and understand the sight before him.
“Lock!” Rosie squirmed until her confused father set her down.
“Yes, hello, Rosie,” Sherlock grinned down at her, shucking his garish gloves and tucking them in the pinafore pocket before reaching out to assist the toddler in her steps toward him. “Your father’s gone quite fish-faced, hasn’t he?”
“And your godfather has gone domestic,” John shot back, fighting a grin. “What’s all this then? Have you finally had one-too-many nicotine patches? Therapist electro-shock you?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes as he scooped the girl up and brushed a kiss to her chubby cheek. “Shut up, you’re late.”
“Yes well, little Nudist Nancy refused to cooperate with her wardrobe. What’s the urgent business then?”
“I want to have sex with Molly Hooper.”
John sputtered, “Oi! Tiny ears, Sherlock!”
Sherlock rolled his eyes, but his retort was cut off by John’s second sputter of, “Why the hell do you think Rosie -- a toddler, mind you -- and I would be able to help you with that?”
Sherlock maintained his same passive look, but the creeping pink tinge on his ears gave John insight to his friend’s nerves. “Well, seeing as you have experience -- three continents, was it? -- and the proof of said experience is currently chewing my apron strings, who else would I call upon for aid in such a matter?”
John blinked. “Irene Adler. Your mum. Mycro--”
“Please don’t mention my brother in this context lest I subject myself to eternal celibacy,” Sherlock grimaced. “The Woman is not a wise decision, as it would be ‘not good’ to consult a lesbian dominatrix in love with me about intimacy with another woman. Mummy is right out. She explained the whole ordeal when I was twelve and made Father blush so hard I think he still looks sunburnt. No, it has to be you, John Watson.”
He grinned and made his way back to the kitchen, setting Rosie in her high chair with a freshly baked and cooled biscuit that she immediately set her eight new teeth into. John followed, still baffled.
“Does Molly know you want to… y’know?”
Sherlock shot him an annoyed look. 
“Fine,” John capitulated. “Does Molly know you wanna get off with her?”
Those ears grew pinker as Sherlock busied himself with washing the baking materials like a normal adult human. “I don’t suppose how she’d know. She hasn’t asked.”
“She hasn’t asked? Christ, Sherlock. You two have been dating though, right? Coffee two weeks ago, dinner at Angelo’s last Friday?”
“Yes.”
“Did you by any chance, oh I dunno, kiss her goodnight?”
Ears were now pink to the bottom of their lobes. “Last date, yes.”
John grinned behind his friend’s back, snagging a cooling biscuit. “Did you snog?”
Huffing, Sherlock turned. “What’s the difference?”
Through his biscuit, John said, “Kissing is just kissing. Snogging is a bit more involved.”
Sherlock made a face and crossed his arms. “Juvenile.”
“Which means it wasn’t a snog, then?”
Sherlock shrugged. “It was satisfactory.”
“Oooh, ‘Dear Penthouse Forum’--”
“Oh shut up, John.” Sherlock dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, in a full pout-soon-to-be-sulk as he face-planted into the tabletop.. “It’s pointless and you are deplorably unhelpful.”
Daughter of deplorably unhelpful friend reached out with her tiny hand and patted her godfather’s curly head. “Lock! Okay?”
John sighed and sat opposite Sherlock. “Look, I’m taking the mick. You’re not the sexual deviant Janine crowed about in the tabloids, and you’re not the unwitting virgin that Mycroft and Moriarty claimed you to be.” He paused. “Are you?”
Sherlock’s answer was spoken low and into the tabletop. “No. The Woman once in Karachi. Janine… sort of.”
John blinked, fought off a triumphant I-knew-it grin, and cleared his throat. “Right, well, sex with Molly is a different beast, though. Molly Hooper is a friend. She’s your pathologist. You did say the L-word to her two months ago.”
Sherlock hummed, Rosie still petting his head.
“She’s not like Janine -- you actually want Molly. She’s not Irene -- you trust Molly.”
Sherlock mumbled something.
“What?”
Sherlock’s head popped up. “With my life, my body, my very soul if such a thing should exist. She matters most. She counts.”
John’s lips quirked up in the corner. “Yeah. And then Sherrinford…”
“I am quite wholly aware that I love Molly Hooper, John. It’s why I want this to go further. It’ll-it’ll mean something. For the first time.”
“Have you told her since then?”
The brief silence was answer enough. John nodded. “Well then that’s it.”
“Hmm?”
“You need to find it.”
“It?”
“Your courage,” John smiled softly. “You admitted you loved her under extreme, traumatic duress. Not ideal. But it is what it is. And what it is is terrifying.”
Sherlock held his gaze, not quite understanding.
“Look mate, Mary…” his voice caught on his wife’s name, his eyes sliding to their daughter who was peering at Sherlock in a very uncanny Mary-like way. “Mary said it first. She knew I loved her by our third month anniversary. She beat me to the punch, and what I never expected was the fear in her eyes right before she said it.”
“Fear?” Sherlock frowned. “Out of the two of you, Mary’s penchant for fear was far less likely than yours, army training notwithstanding.”
“Right. But Mary was like you, and affairs of the heart affect psychopathic geniuses differently than us poor mortals.” John fixed him with a knowing grin. “Mary was afraid of rejection, as anyone would be. But she did it anyway, like she always did.”
At this, Rosie slammed her little hands down on the table, demanding both men’s attention. “Mawee!” she crowed, proud to know her mother’s name.
They chuckled at her, Sherlock kissing her pudgy hand. “So I need to just… to just say it?”
“Well, don’t spring it on her like a booby trap or pop out of a cake with it,” John advised. “But yeah. Boiled down to its bare essentials, she’ll either return the sentiment and snog you silly, or she won’t.”
His friend blanched. “And if it’s the latter?” he whispered.
John smiles sadly. “Then you’ll at least know, and can begin to move on. But Sherlock?”
“Mm?”
He reached over, and in his awkward way, patted Sherlock’s hand. “It won’t be the latter.”
The men shared a look that only brother-in-arms and former flatmates would understand.
The look was was broken by Rosie clapping her hands and giggling madly. John tickled her belly. “Yes, all right, Miss Nibs, let’s treat ‘Lock to some chips.” He looked to Sherlock, who smiled gratefully. “This kind of battle needs a well-fed soldier.”
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Sherlock was playing his violin when Molly arrived that night, a soft melody she had yet to hear. Possibly a new piece for his sister? He looked up as she came into the flat and dropped her bag and scarf on the coffee table. Hmm, she thought, the entire flat is spotless. He definitely wants to impress tonight.
“Hullo, Molly.”
She smiled at him. “Hi.”
He nodded to her yellow chair, still playing that light, tender song. She slid out of her flats and curled up into the chair, her oversized jumper pulled over her bent knees. As she settled in, she looked over the detective. He was so casually dressed, jeans and a white button up with sleeves rolled up, feet bare and warmed by the small fire in the hearth. Molly hugged herself, happy to see him so relaxed. He’d been through a lot since Sherrinford and their phone call. She too was still coming back to life from the ordeal and the knowledge of what happened on that horrible island and at Musgrave Hall. A particularly sweet note rang out, and she watched him feel it. Oh but she loved him. Doomed to, it seemed. Well, doomed might’ve been harsh -- destined sounded better.
The song ended as her ruminations did; she clapped quietly, smiling at him. He gave a small bow and set his violin aside, turning and gazing at her intently.
“Did you want me to order a takeaway?” she asked, curling her toes as he held that same searching gaze. “Maybe Chinese? My treat.”
“I love you.”
Molly froze. “Well, er, you got our cheque at Angelo’s, so this one is on me--”
“Molly Hooper.”
She stopped rambling, tears pricking at her eyes. “Sh-Sherlock Holmes.”
He came to kneel before her chair, his eyes still on hers. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”
She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Sherlock’s hands, warm and sure, gently grasped hers. His pulse beat erratically under his skin, she could feel it match hers. Her heart was screaming, her mind refusing to remember the last time she’d heard him say it. When it’d been torn from him by his sister and her own pride. She simply stared at him, let his confession wash over her and through her like a sea breeze after a storm.
Sherlock slowly let her hands go, and he stood gingerly. John’s voice, so sure that Molly would requite Sherlock’s affection, taunted him in his mind. He cleared his throat, a curious and unfortunately familiar lump forming, and made for the kitchen, scrounging for the takeaway menus.
“Chinese, yes?” he called back to the quiet pathologist, his mouth working fast to fill the silence and not panic. "I’ll get it ordered. With rain imminent, it’s best to order now. You’re probably craving that house lo mein you like -- always are when you’ve worked in the lab, can’t figure out why though it isn’t exactly a mystery, probably just a chemical reaction to the, well, chemicals you’re working with that have you ravenous and craving sodium and carbohydrates and various proteins--”
He stopped abruptly at the feel of her small hand on his. He looked up and Molly’s cheeks were damp, tears slowly spilling down, but her eyes were kind, dark, and calm. 
“I love you,” she said simply. “I love you, Sherlock.”
She came up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his, taking advantage of his relieved shock to -- as John Watson had predicted -- snog him silly. 
    ****
The takeaway was never ordered, but the fresh-baked biscuits were consumed heartily. 
The imminent rain arrived. 
The tidy flat remained so, save for the shed clothing upon the bedroom floor of a consulting detective and his pathologist.
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peacenik0 · 6 years ago
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Mulder and Scully do the Body Swap
For @Aweburnphoenix as part of the 2019 Easter Fanfic exchange
A/N: The original prompt was for Mulder to watch Queequeg while Scully goes to visit her family in San Diego for Easter, but this is not that.
Summary: After investigating an unusual occurrence at a research facility in Ft. Marlene, Mulder and Scully wake to find that they have somehow swapped bodies. Whatever will they do?
Tagging @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm
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Part One
Ft. Marlene
Frederick, Maryland
April 20th,1999
Scully and I pull over on a dark country road outside of Ft. Marlene. The crisp country air is sweetened with the smell of pink and white cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.
“Don’t you ever miss seeing all of these stars, Scully?” I ask. Above me, the vast expanse of sky holds a million pinpricks of light. It's astounding. The moon is in waxing gibbous; a fingernail.
“Yes, actually I do.” Scully exhales looking up at the sky. Her tone is wistful, longing. I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, even in the blackness of a rural night. “The light pollution in D.C. obscures our view of a lot of natural phenomenon.”
“This place is just teeming with natural phenomena.” I get a whiff of animal fertilizer, as we walk up winding Shookstown Road. “Smell that? It's cow shit, Scully.”
“Speaking of which,” Scully asks raising an eyebrow, and I smirk at her. “What are we doing out here again?”
“Investigating a strange occurrence,” I say absently, pulling out my flashlight to look at my map. “I think the research lab should be at the back quadrant of the base.”
“Mulder,” Scully huffs, and shuffles her feet impatiently. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.”
“Well, don’t you want to know what happened to Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein?” I ask, surprised at her lack of curiosity.
“The two scientists who claim to have swapped bodies unwittingly last Wednesday?” She asks, reaching into her jacket pocket for a flashlight. “Not particularly, I fail to see where a crime has been committed.”
Why did Scully decide to come out here with me on a Saturday night, if she didn’t really want to investigate The question bobbles around in my mind, threatening to shake loose an avalanche of unspoken thoughts and feelings. I can’t help but remember the gentle kiss when she brought me home from the hospital after rescuing me from the Bermuda Triangle. It was a ‘don’t you dare do that to me again’ kind of kiss. And I was grateful for it, but I wasn’t expecting any more.
Until last Friday.
Scully and I were in the midst of a long argument over the existence of werewolves. An argument that made both of us exceedingly hungry. Soon her table was teeming with Thai take-out, which of course had to be followed by some red wine. We both fell hard into her couch in a South Asian food coma. Which thankfully led to some decidedly ‘more than partnerly’ snuggling. Did I say ‘more than partnerly’? You bet I did.
“You should stay, you’re in no shape to drive,” she said in a soft tone as she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. “I’ll stay on the couch, you can have the bed,” she said, standing over me. Maybe it was the red wine, but something in me decided to take a chance that night.
“C’mere,” I said before pulling her under the covers. I couldn’t help but notice the warmth in her smile. The hope. Maybe even a little hesitation.”I think we can share.” The first time she kissed me, I figured it was an accident… or something. Just the close proximity and all. But the second time though… and then the third…
“Mulder!” Scully calls me, wrenching me out of my lovesick daydream. I blink, trying to remember what we were talking about. Oh yeah, the case.
“Right, a crime. Well, there hasn’t been any crime, per se…I just wanting an excuse to put on something black and sexy to do some funky poaching.” My attempt to elicit even a hint of amusement out of Scully fails, so I try a little harder. “Speaking of which, did anyone ever tell you that you look really good dressed in black, Scully?” My question is met with an an eye roll that I’m pretty sure could be seen from space.
“You dragged me out here on a Saturday to trespass on Federal property so you could do some ‘funky poaching’?” she asks. I spot the research lab where the body swapping incident allegedly began.
“Sounds like crap when you say it.” I admit. She tsks. “Look, Scully, I do have my doubts as to the validity of the research scientists’ claims. Which is exactly why I wanted to check this out in the first place.” I hold my flashlight over my face and playfully bat my eyelashes at her. “Aren’t you even the least bit curious?” I use my sweetest tone, the one I usually save for times like these when I really, really want her around.
“Fine...“ she drifts off, blowing out a puff of air. “But if we get in trouble for this, you better be the one to explain all of this to Kersh.”  Her finger jabs into my chest in order to make her point. For some reason it makes my heart flutter a little. The truth is, this whole case is largely an excuse to spend time with Scully on a Saturday night. I won’t say the word date. A night trespassing on Federal property is no one’s idea of a date.
“Come on, I’ll give you a boost over the fence.” I say facing her and squatting down, with my hands linked together. She raises an eyebrow. “Not that you need it.”
“Fine.” She grasps the fence, and places her tiny black chunky heel in my hands. Her breasts brush against my face as I hoist her over the chain-link fence. We both pretend not to notice.
“But, seriously, I thought you would be interested in the theoretical possibility that we as a species could somehow trade our consciousness with another human being.” I say as I locate an unmanned door on the side of the building. Without a second thought, she stands guard while I jimmy the lock.
“Mulder,” her hands go to her hips. “Not only is it physically impossible, it goes against everything we know about physics. Even theoretical physicists dismiss the idea as science fiction.”
“Perhaps,” I pause as the bolt turns, and the door creaks open. “But both men have reported walking up in each other’s homes, in each other’s bodies, sleeping next to each other’s wives…”
The beams of our flashlights cross into an ‘x’ ahead of us,Illuminating our path. Each step we take echoes off the nineteen fifties bomb shelter walls.
“Sounds like a really elaborate excuse for wife swapping,” she says dryly. My jaw drops.
“Scully,” my tongue clicks in disbelief. “Did you just say the words ‘wife swapping.’” I can see her lick her lips even in the dark.
“Yes I did.” We stop in front of a heavy metal door at the end of the long hallway. I can hear the loud buzz of machinery even from where I stand. “Think about it. Two scientists working closely together, both married for over twenty years. I mean I can see where the idea might be appealing… living someone else’s life.”
“Scully, is this your way of telling me you’re getting tired of working with me?” I question her with a smirk. Underneath the joke is a hard kernel of truth: what if Scully really is getting tired of all of this? What if this is the last time I can convince her to abandon her weekend plans to come investigate with me?
“Don’t I tell you that every day?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. There is an amusement in her eyes, which helps to soothe my worried mind.
“Oooh, ouch.” I cover my heart with my hands, feigning injury. Opening the door, we both step inside. My ears ring as I am hit with a wall of robotic sounds. The room is filled with a multitude of machinery mounted on large metal racks. I scan the room, and finally I see it.
“Mulder, what is it?” Scully must notice something in my expression, and pulls her trusty weapon from its holster. My hand goes back to touch her arm.
“I think we may have just found our smoking gun.”  I say, entranced by a large machine with blinking lights in the corner of the room. My curiosity gets the best of me; I am pulled into its orbit like a tractor beam.
“Mulder…” she starts following after me. Her voice is soft over the din of the lab, and my own laser focus on what’s in front of me. “I wouldn’t touch…”  
“Oh, shit!” My foot catches on a large cable on the floor. I can almost picture the scene as if I were outside of my own body. There I am, flailing my arms as I careen into the machine. Then dragging my hand down a wall of buttons as I try desperately to regain my balance. A sonic pulse fills the room, and we both fall to the floor covering our ears.
Once the sound dissipates, Scully speaks up. “Mulder, what did you do?”
“I don’t know,” I blink my eyes, and rub my temples. “But don’t you think  we should get the hell out of here as fast as humanly possible?” I grab her hand and we run out of he building, making it into my car just before I hear sirens blaring in the distance. Slamming on the gas, we peel out of the parking lot like two convicted felons making a Bonnie and Clyde style escape.
“Mul-der…” she shakes her head, and I feel like a kid caught with my hand in a cookie jar.
“Hopefully I didn’t just set off a nuclear attack somewhere.” My attempt at diffusing the situation with humor goes over like a lead balloon. Her face falls into her hands as we take the ramp onto route two seventy.
“Why did you have to do the thing with the thing?” Scully whines. For the first time all night, I genuinely feel bad for dragging her out to Ft. Marlene.
“Look, Scully I’m sorry…”
“I should’ve stayed home.” She sighs and looks out the window. “I knew I was going to regret this.”
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As the light comes through the Venetian blinds, my eyes blink open. There is the pleasant smell of freshly washed sheets, clean cotton. When I roll over onto my side, I notice my body seems lighter. I see Scully’s alarm clock, and her nightstand, thick with a year’s worth of medical journals. A sleepy smile spreads its way onto my face. I must’ve stayed over at Scully’s place again. I rack my brain, trying to remember the events of last night, but sadly nothing is coming to mind. So that is my first clue that nothing happened between us, because I am sure I would remember that. When I reach out for her, she’s not there. Strange.
It must be a dream.
Stretching my arms out in front of me, there are Scully’s hands. Her tiny fingers. I look down at my body, I am wearing her silky blue pajama set. I would never admit it to her, but I love when she wears these. My hands come down, to rest on my (her) chest, where I feel her soft breasts.
Scully has been a constant figure in my dreams, especially as of late. The yearnings of my subconscious mind making themselves known. As far as I can recall, I have never had a dream where I am in her body. Another oddity,
Lifting up the material of her pajama top, her pert breasts fall into my palms. Pink tipped nipples, creamy ivory skin. Perfect. My imagination never lets me down. My fingers pinch her nipples. It feels good. I do it again.  
I feel the familiar pang of needing to pee. I groan aloud, my voice sounds like hers. God, why did this have to happen at a time like this? Once inside Scully’s bathroom, I drop my pajama bottoms and reach for my… wait… what? Where’s my dick? My hands slide down over Scully’s smooth…
I flash back to our experience at Ft. Marlene last night. The wheels in my head start turning, putting the pieces together. Could we actually have… Shit! My need to urinate is now unbearable. So despite my reticence about touching Scully’s body inappropriately, I attempt to use the toilet. Sitting straight down on the seat, I relieve myself. But something is wrong. Urine has somehow escaped through the toilet seat and onto my feet, bringing me back to reality.
This wasn’t a dream after all. Scully and I have switched bodies!
I sit there on the toilet in shock, covered in urine. My first thought is; why in the world did I have to be right about the body swapping thing? My second thought is; Scully is going to be so mad at me!
After I clean up the mess, and toss my soiled pajama bottoms in the laundry. I go to wash my hands. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror; I see Scully. Her hair is mussed, her face clean and make-up free. The small mole above her lip, the dusting of freckles that she always covers up. Fresh. Beautiful.
A moment later I dial my own number, Scully picks up on the second ring.
“Scully, I mean… Mulder,” he (she) says in a breathless tone. A thought about what she might have been doing before she answered the phone pops into his head, but I quickly dismisses the idea. We have bigger fish to fry.
“Scully, it’s me,” I say in her voice. Realizing how it sounds, I decide to be a little more specific. “Scully, I know it’s you, but this is me, Mulder.” I gulp. Yeah, that was as clear as mud. Silence.
“Mulder,”  she says. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but you need to get over here immediately.” It’s like listening to myself doing an impression of Scully. Spooky.
“Yep,” I look down at my bare legs, realizing that I’ll need to at least put on some bottoms. “I’ll be over as soon as possible.”
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It’s Sunday, a chilly yet perfect April morning. The cherry blossom trees in Alexandria are in full bloom as I park Scully’s car on the street in front of his building. It takes me longer to reach my apartment door, probably because I have Scully’s short little legs. God damn, it’s a miracle she can keep up with me. I need to give her more credit. In my haste to get back to Scully this morning, I chose her most comfortable pair of sneakers. I wasn’t feeling especially confident in the alternative: a cornucopia of black four or five inch chunky heels.
It is a mistake to unlock my front door without knocking, because as soon as I open it, Scully is on the other side with her gun drawn.
“Woah, woah, woah,” my hands go up in surrender. “It’s just me.”
“Oh, Mulder,” she exhales in relief, and sets her gun on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, this whole situation has me a little on edge.”
“It’s okay…” I say, absently putting a hand on her bicep. Not bad, I think as I touch the firm muscle. I should probably work more on my triceps the next time I hit the gym, though. “Me too.”
“I almost hate to say this,” she says before slumping into the couch. “But you were right.”
“What’s that?” I ask, falling next to her.
“You were right, about this whole…” she pauses to gesture. “Body swapping thing.”
“Ah, that’s what I thought you said, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” I mug at her. It earns me a firm punch in the arm. “Ow,” I wince, but I won’t admit how much it actually hurt.
“Mulder!” she says in exasperation. “This is not a time to joke around! We need to get ourselves switched back!”
“I don’t think we can, Scully.” I say, rubbing my upper arm. “Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein said that the swap only lasted for twenty-four hours. So at this point, I’d say it’s just a waiting game.”
“So you’re telling me, I just have to live in your body until tonight?”
“Oh, come on, Scully, it’s not that bad, is it?” I ask, elbowing her lightly.
“I suppose not.” she sighs. Looking me up and down, her expression changes to one of amusement. “Mulder, why are you wearing my pajama top with my running shorts?”
“It’s a long story…” I drift off, remembering the incident in the bathroom this morning. “But now I understand why you like wearing these,” I say, pinching the material between my fingers. “After this whole thing is solved, I might buy myself a few pairs.”
“I doubt the JcPenney petite section carries your size,” she says, raising an eyebrow. Oh good, Scully at least still has her sense of humor intact.
For the first time I notice that Scully is fully dressed, wearing none other than my tightest pair of blue jeans. Her (my) hair is damp and carefully styled, which means that she must have showered. Meaning she would have been naked. In my body.
“It seems like you were able to get everything figured out this morning.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
“Uh, yes…” Scully clears her throat and looks down. My curiosity is getting the best of me.
“So… uh… no surprises or anything, then?”
“The biggest surprise was waking up to this…” she grabs my wrist and pulls me into my bedroom.
“Scully, if this is about my porn collection, I’ll have you know that those videos with Bigfoot are not mine.” My joke falls flat. Scully whips around and points to the mirror above my bed.
“When did you get this?”
“Oh that…” I laugh in relief. “I honestly don’t know. I found it like this when we got back from Area Fifty-one. I thought maybe the guys did it as a prank or something. Or maybe you…” I drift off, as one of her eyebrows raise.
“Did you actually think I would do something like this?” Scully asks, snorting. “Geez Mulder, give me a little credit, I think my taste would be a little less…” she pauses to hold back a chuckle. “Tacky.”
“Yeah, you know, you’re right. It sounds kinda ridiculous now that I think about it.” I laugh. It still feels good to be around her. Even when she is kinda ‘me.’
“Besides,” she grins. “I didn’t even know you had a bedroom. After all these years of you sleeping on your couch, I figured you were destined to live a life of perpetual bachelorhood.”
“Yeah, well, I think I might be getting tired of it. Might be time to change things up a little.” I finish with a half smile. I can’t help but notice the hopeful look in her eyes. “You never know what the future holds.”
End part one.
Look for part 2 tomorrow.
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championofsin · 8 years ago
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Collab between me and @thethespacecoyote for the bl summer bingo! Prompts: booty shorts and car wash. Art above is mine, awesome fic below is theirs. 
Jack was pissed off.
It was a nice day out—the sun was shining, the sky was bright blue and splotched with only a couple of clouds, the leaves in the trees outside his mansion were rustling softly in the breeze—and Jack had wanted little more than to take his favorite flashy sports car out for a spin with his boyfriend sitting pretty in the freshly re-upholstered passenger’s seat. There wasn’t much sexier than Rhys in his cute little V-neck and sunglasses, the wind ruffling through his glinting auburn hair.
Which is why Jack was so pissed off that he couldn’t find either Rhys or his damn keys.
He had looked everywhere that he usually let them, rooting through all the pockets of the pants he had stuffed int the laundry hamper and scouring all his usual junk drawers. He even opened the freezer and his liquor cabinet, because the human brain was frikkin’ weird and ended up leaving things in random-ass places, but he came up with a fat load of nada.
“Rhys!” Jack called through the echoing halls of his mansion, despite the fact that he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the kid since his manic search had begun. “Have you seen my god damn keys?” He snarled into the empty air, stomping against the hard wood floor in hope that Rhys would magically appear to tell him to knock it off, you don’t want to scuff the finish do you?
But he got nothing.
Despite his roiling frustration, he tried to stand still, straining his ears to hear past the general creaks of his mansion settling, picking up on some thumping bass and noodling guitar that was definitely close enough to be coming from his property. His house was way too damn huge and his grounds too expansive and full of pools and fountains and meticulously clipped topiaries for that to be noise from any of his neighbors, so it had to lead him to wherever Rhys was.
Right?
Jack took off in the direction of the sound, eventually deducing that it was coming from his front driveway after a couple of minutes of running back and forth. He exited out the side door, flip flops dragging against the slate walkway as he pushed open the side-yard gate and walked out into the massive driveway where he kept most of his cars parked during the summertime. He could hear the clear sound of the music—some crappy hair-metal song from his youth, hardly something Rhys would listen to—as he rounded the corner of his house, only to stop so quickly in his tracks that he nearly lost his balance.
So it turns out, there was something sexier than Rhys sitting in the passenger’s seat in his cute little V-neck with the wind running through his hair. And that was Rhys in a pair of shorts and a tank top, tastelessly splattered in water and soap, washing his car to the tune of Warrant’s “Cherry Pie.”
Rhys was partially facing away from him, bent slightly over the hood of Jack’s car as he scrubbed down the surface in big, lazy circles with a fat, fluffy sponge. Jack’s annoyance flashed slightly as he noticed the hose was still running, streaming water down his driveway, but it was quickly chased off as Rhys tucked his knee up against the car to lean further onto the hood, his wet clothes tightening about his body.
Jack bit back a groan at the sight.
He watched as Rhys reached up to run a hand through his damp, auburn locks, tossing his head back only to finally notice Jack standing slack-jawed behind him.
Noticed. Yeah right. The sly look on Rhys’ face told Jack that the kid had definitely been planning on getting caught in such a compromising position.
“Jack!” The surprise in his voice was nearly saccharine in its fakery. A damp piece of hair fell over Rhys’ temple as the young man turned around, ass pressing up against the side of the car as he leaned up against it. He braced one hand up against the hood, the other holding the sponge against his abdomen.  
“Sorry….thought it looked a little bit dirty and I figured I should…clean it.” Rhys smirked cheekily at him, hand kneading the sponge, squeezing out milky soap between his fingers. God, the wet fabric clung to every curve of his pecs, tenting around his nipples and so sheer that Jack could practically see the young man’s elegant blue tattoos through his shirt.
Jack figured he should say something, but he was still entranced by the lewd image before him. He knew he was being thoroughly played by the young man, and this meant that Rhys probably wanted something and knew he could get it by shoving his sex appeal right up into Jack’s face.
But ultimately, anything that Rhys wanted was usually something Jack was willing to give, so he didn’t feel too badly about letting the kid manipulate him.
“Mmm, you are such a busy little bee, ain’t ya pumpkin?” Jack chuckled, voice strained. He folds his arms over his chest, still deciding whether he should let Rhys finish or just pin him up against the hood until he was just as soaked as his boyfriend was.
“It’s too much of a nice day to be doing chores though. And I usually run Helios through the wash and get it a nice waxing instead of doing it the old-fashioned way.”
“Oooh, but this is hardly a chore,” Rhys purred, leaning over the dip the sponge into the yellow bucket by his feet, wet T-shirt peeling off of his body ever so slightly, his strap falling off his tattooed shoulder as he soaked up the sponge, wringing the water out sloppily into the splashing bucket. He looked up at Jack with a glossy smirk, a fleck of foamy soap running down his cheek
“I think it’s a lot of fun.”
Rhys turned and bent down to wash the shiny chrome wheels, making sure to give Jack a full view of his pretty round ass squeezed by the wet blue fabric of his shorts. Rhys was humming along to the riffs of the guitar solo when suddenly rough hands hoisted him up by the armpits and bent him over the hood of the car. Rhys let out a yelp that quickly turned into a purr as Jack pressed his crotch up against his soaked shorts.
“Jaaaack,” Rhys turned his head over his shoulder, shooting Jack a fake pout even as he rubbed his ass back against his crotch, “I’m never gonna finish like this…”
“Yeah yeah, okay, how about you let me finish first and then you can keep on…cleanin’ up.” Jack grunted, hand slipping under Rhys’ soaked shirt as he pushed forward against his boyfriend’s ass. Rhys arched his back, hand hooking over his shoulder to yank Jack’s hair, pulling his searching mouth up flush against the young man’s tattooed neck.
“Ah…I like the sound of that.” Rhys purred.
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tommyboyproductions · 7 years ago
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A Brother’s Promise
Story under cut, pt 1
"Get up! Get up! Get up!" A high pitched, squeaky voice filled Shouta Hirata's bedroom, causing him to quickly grab his pillow and cover his head.
"Shut up!!!" Shouta yelled into his mattress, causing his voice to become muffled. 
"No!! Get up, Shouta! You promised me you'd take me to the park today!! Get up!!" The loud, shrill voice continued and it then climbed ontop of Shouta's bed and began to bounce. Shouta grunted, trying his best to ignore his younger sister's attempts to wake him up, but to no avail, he was failing. 
"Okay! Okay!" Shouta gave in, tossing the pillow off the bed and shoving his little sister to the side. "Can you just give me a minute?" Shouta begged, scratching the back of his head. His silver hair was a mess from the sleep he had just gotten, which caused his little sister to laugh. "What's so funny, Mayumi?" Shouta asked.
"Your hair looks silly!" Mayumi smirked, plopping down on her big brother's bed.
"Do you really wanna insult the guy who's about to take you to the park?!" Shouta pretended to be shocked, causing Mayumi to get off the bed and bow for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry!!! I really wanna go to the park!!!" Mayumi whined and twirled around, causing her dress to do the same. Shouta stood and slid his sweat pants up to his waist.
"Where's Mom?" Shouta asked, already knowing the answer to that question. Mayumi stopped twirling and looked down.
"Sleeping." She sighed. The Hirata's mother worked nights at wherever she called 'work'. She always refused to tell them but Shouta had a hunch. So she'd come home early in the morning and practically remain asleep all day. This had been going on for years and Shouta had grown used to it. However, he hated that his sister had to adapt to it as well. Shouta rolled his eyes and grabbed a shirt from his closet. 
"Alright, you ready?" Shouta asked, watching as his sister's eyes lit up with excitement once more.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" She squeeled, running out of the bedroom and to the front door. Shouta followed laughing, exiting to the streets with his sister.
The air was nice and the sun gave the perfect amount of warmth on that summer day. The two siblings walked together towards the park where Shouta could already hear laughter from other children. Mayumi was too young to go anywhere on her own, so the days that he promised to take her to the park were special ones. Even if it meant getting out of bed earlier than normal, Shouta always made sure to keep his promises to his little sister. Especially since their parents had always failed to. 
"Oooh! Who's that pretty lady!" Mayumi tugged at Shouta's shirt, pointing over to a picnic table where a brunette seemed to be sitting, chatting with a friend. Shouta looked up, nearly choking on his air when his eyes found the girl his sister was referring to. There, almost glowing like an angel, sat none other than Kyouka Todoroshi. Shouta stopped walking, causing Mayumi to do the same. Mayumi looked up at her frozen older brother and giggled. "Do you know her, Shouta?!" She asked.
"Uh..." Shouta began, "Kinda... She just transferred to my school last year." Shouta couldn't take her eyes off her. However, the stranger that sat across from her at the picnic table looked familiar, but Shouta wasn't sure why.
"Let's go talk to her!!!!" Mayumi yelled, taking off and running in the girl's direction.
"Mayumi, wait!" Shouta jogged after his younger sister who was way faster than he had anticipated. By the time the two made it over to the picnic table, the other body at the table was gone and Kyouka sat alone, looking down at some pieces of paper.
"Hi miss! What's your name?!" Mayumi ran up to Kyouka, taking a seat right next to her at the picnic table. Kyouka jumped a bit, startled by the little girl's sudden presence and then giggled when she saw how cute she was.
"I'm Kyouka! It's nice to meet you, cutie!" Kyouka smiled causing Mayumi to smile even wider.
"I'm Mayumi!" Mayumi announced, tilting her head to the side. "And this is my brother, Shouta! I think he has a crush on you!!" Mayumi giggled, turning to see Shouta finally catch up to her. Shouta struggled to catch his breath and waved silently to Kyouka when she looked up to face him.
"Sorry... she's so... fast..." Shouta huffed, causing Kyouka to giggle alittle. 
"I didn't know you had a sister!" Kyouka inquired. 
"Yep! And she's one of the loudest little humans on the face of this planet!" Shouta darted his glare to Mayumi, who only laughed harder. "So I'm sure you'll never forget her."
"Of course not! And she's so cute!" Kyouka patted the little girl on the head.
  "I'm gonna go play over there now!" Mayumi jumped off the picnic table and quickly made her way over to a group of kids around her age. Shouta watched in amazement as his bouncy sister went from one friend to the other.
"Sorry about that..." Shouta rubbed his neck, looking down in embarrassment.
"It's okay! She seems very sweet. Alot like her older brother!" Kyouka said generously, causing a huge wave of relief to wash over Shouta. Shouta smiled and slowly made his way over to take a seat across from his new friend. 
"So uh... what're you doin?" Shouta asked, motioning to the paper that lay in front of Kyouka. She looked down, her cheeks a bit blushed.
"Oh! These are just some new music pieces I'm trying to learn... My teacher just dropped them off for me, so I figured I'd try to get a handle on them here!" Kyouka looked up to Shouta who was still examining the music notes on her pieces of paper.
"Music pieces? For you violin?" Shouta asked. He couldn't get the memory out of his mind of Kyouka playing such beautiful music at the end of the year festival. She was extremely talented, so seeing her study was fascinating. Just by looking into her eyes, Shouta could see something all too familiar to him. It was the same look Ray got in his eyes when he was busy cooking. It amazed Shouta to see such passion in a person.
"Yep! I'll be playing at the music hall in the city in a few weeks! You should come!" Kyouka offered.
"Of course! Uh, duh! I'll be there for sure!" Shouta's excitement showed immediately. Getting to see her play her violin again was easily something that interested him.
"Cool!" Kyouka replied, suddenly becoming a bit more shy than she had been before. 
"So, you said that was your teacher? So he's a violinist too?" Shouta asked, referring to the stranger he had seen sitting there before.
"Oh! Yeah. He plays pretty much every instrument. He's very talented, so I was lucky to get him to teach me!" Kyouka nodded. "He doesn't come cheap though... it's all I can do to keep up on my payments..." Kyouka sighed, looking down. "But I've become such a better violinest since I started lessons with him!" Her smile returned which made Shouta instantly happier. There was no doubt that Shouta recognized her teacher, but from where... Shouta shrugged it off, allowing his questions to fade. 
"Hey, so uh... are you planning on going to the food battle? You know, with Iron Chef Okuma and Ray?" Shouta asked, honestly hoping that if she wasn't planning on going, she'd go with him.
"I was thinking about it... I'm sure you're going right?" Kyouka asked.
"Oh hell yeah! Ray's my best friend, I'd never miss something like this! Plus I wanna see him wipe the floor with Mr. Okuma!" Shouta pumped his fist in the air with excitement.
"You really think he can win?" Kyouka asked. It wasn't that she doubted Ray, but up until a few weeks ago, she knew nothing about him. She knew he had talent, but just how much talent, she wasn't sure.
"Oh yeah! Ray's the best. He's been cooking since we were kids! I would always stay over at his house and he'd make the yummiest things. You're lookin at his honorary taste tester!" Shouta proudly bragged about the role he held in Ray's life. Kyouka could tell just by that conversation how close the boys were and it made her heart happy.
"Then I'll definitely be there!" Kyouka agreed. 
"Really?!" Shouta stood. "Great! You can sit with all of us! The Festivities Club is going too!" Shouta offered and Kyouka accepted his invitation immediately. Could this count as a first date? Probably not, but it excited Shouta to be able to share such an exciting moment for his bestfriend with a girl he had almost immediately fallen for. The two spent another hour or so talking under the large cherry blossom tree until finally Mayumi complained about being hungry. Unwillingly, Shouta said bye to the beautiful violinist and then took his sister out on a lunch date. No one was happy until Mayumi was full. However, it didn't take Shouta long at all to shoot his bestfriend the most exciting text he'd sent in a while. Shouta: DUDE!!! ME, KYOUKA, DATE KINDA, FOOD BATTLE!!! DUDE!! Ray: it amazes me that I understand this perfectly
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theoriginalspike · 7 years ago
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answer all the Mountain asks, please!!!
Can do!
moon: what is your astrological sign?sagittarius
gingerbread: your moral alignmenti’d probably say either chaotic good or chaotic neutral.
birdseed: family or friends?friends
sheets: your sexual orientationat this point i’d probably say pansexual. but i really don’t know 100%
warm milk: when do you usually fall asleep?not soon enough. my sleep schedule is so bad right now.
pot of honey: your gender identityfemale.
snow: what is your favorite time of year and why?fall when the leaves are at peak color just because there’s so much color in nature then plus it’s cold and i can wear boots.
yarn: what are your most enjoyable hobbies?i used to ride horseback and i want to get back into that but i’ll have to see how much work i can get and if i need to start selling stuff on etsy in order to fund it. but other than that i really like painting and music. 
bicycle: what are you talented at?really not much of anything, i can sing and play violin and basic guitar and i can paint if i have a final product drawn out first. i can braid hair really well.
folktale: what stories remind you of your childhood?Ferdinand the Bull.
woods: where do you feel at peace?nowhere really? probably when i’m at camp or hiking near there on one of my favorite trails. basically just out in nature. 
chicken feet: what is your emotional “flaw”?i can get really irritated really fast. i’m working on it.
red cheeks: what makes you nervous?what doesn’t really. but mostly it’s like my period coming when it shouldn’t or performing anything in front of anyone. 
sunflower: what do you love and cherish?animals in general, my friends.
bells: what sounds are your favorite or calm you the most?ocean waves, crackling fire, gentle breezes, the sound of a small creek rushing. 
turnip: what is a food you could eat everyday?oh man pizza. i fuck with pizza. 
spit: do you get jealous easily?i do.
mushroom: list unique things you like about yourselfi can match a pitch really easily.
cupboard: a good childhood memoryone of my best friends in elementary school had a  trail ride for her birthday party. it was so fun and i wish i knew which barn it was held at. 
eyebags: what do you think makes a person attractive?aside from physical attributes, when someone is genuinely kind and thoughtful and makes the effort to get to know people and be nice to them. also if they really love animals. 
fallen log: something you’ve gotten over that you never thought you wouldoh man. probably being cheated on?
dagger: your worst fearnever finding someone that is willing to get to know me and actually have feelings for me because of how i look. which is so fucking shallow. it should be something like being homeless or losing all the people i care about.
whisper: do you have any secrets?oooh buddy yeah i do
wild boar: which person do you feel closest to?probably my friend brenda?
sweet: what candies or cakes are you fond of?i like spice cake or gingerbread cake. candy i really like gummy candy either sweet or sour. 
footprints: do you remember your past lives?i don’t think so
fur: name an animal you feel connected toi just like horses i’m always gonna be that weird horse girl.
vodka: do you drink?i do and i like vodka sprites.
sour cherry: an obscure tradition from your family?so i have two: when you get married if you’re a girl you should wear the family veil which is hand made lace and easily over 200 years old AND when you cut your wedding cake you should use the ceremonial sword to do it.
pine needles: what is your favorite scent?i LOVE citrus. lemon is probably my top favorite.
heart-shaped: do you believe in love? are you in love?i do believe in love, however i am not in love right now although i do have a wild crush on this one guy.
home: where do you dream of living?i would love to live in new england somewhere probably either massachusetts (boston/that area), new hampshire, vermont, or maine.
spice: list your favorite herbs(besides weed? lol) i LOVE (i know these probably technically aren’t herbs but fight me) garlic, onion, and parsley. 
mud: something you’re insecure about but trying to lovemy entire being. but mostly my body.
tobacco: do you have any addictions?sleep? i’m trying not to get addicted to cigarettes 
sock: how would you describe your clothing taste?if it’s black/floral and i can machine wash it and i look good in it. 
cuckoo clock: are you a morning, a noon, or an evening person?i’m a middle of the night person
wooden fence: a favorite memorywhen i flew out to new mexico to visit a friend and we walked all over the historic downtown and i got to sit in on her girlfriend’s horror movie class twice. 
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peacenik0 · 7 years ago
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Cherry Blossom Season NSFW/NC-17
Tagging @today-in-fic
See author’s notes at the bottom.
Read the previous chapters on our favorite duo’s intrepid love story:one/two/three/four/five/six/seven/ eight
Chapter 9
As Scully lay in bed waiting for Mulder to arrive, the was a strange haze of anticipation surrounding her. She touches her lips as she remembers the feeling of each kiss that they have shared. She puts her hands on her hips like he had the other night, but it’s not the same.
Where are you, Mulder? She tries to calm her nerves, but her impatience is growing. Should she light a few candles, set the mood? No that would be too much, wouldn’t it? She decides to go to the living room to wait for him. Maybe she can read a lab report to distract herself. Just as her eyes begin to drift down to the tox screening, she hears a knock on the door. Her heart summersaults knowing who it is, and what is in store for them.
She feels giddy, almost girlish in her longing for him. She chastises herself for this foolishness.
Keep it together, Dana.
She jumps up from the couch with a surprising amount of energy for the late hour. She strokes her hands through her hair, trying to smooth the sleep from them. Her hands shake as she unlocks the slide, the deadbolt, each clink of metal brings her closer to the man on the other side of the door.
Once she opens the door her heart leaps again. Mulder. His eyes spark with the same expectancy and desire.
“Hey,” he greets her nervously. He looks down, he fidgets with his watch.
“Hey, come in,” she breathes out. He steps through the door. She quickly checks the hallway out of habit, before she closes and locks the door. Once she turns around, Mulder pulls her into his embrace, his mouth descends on hers. Her lips move with a newly awakened passion against his. She sucks on his bottom lip, he moans, then pushes his tongue inside her mouth. Kissing Mulder still feels new, but also like they have been doing this always.
A natural step in their evolution.
She reaches up and cups his jaw, her thumb draws circles on his cheek. His hands go to her hips, and he squeezes, god she loves when he does that. She breaks the kiss to come up for air.
“ What took you so long?” she asks as her arms encircle his neck.
“I drove through two red lights to get here, Scully. I made record time, seventeen minutes and thirty-six seconds,” he breathes into her hair.
“ It was still too long,” she kisses his jaw.
“ I know,” he says before hoisting her up in his arms. Her legs encircle his hips, like they have found their natural place. She grabs his face and she kisses him fervently. She squeezes her legs, and his clothed erection finds her center. They both moan at the contact. Her lust addled mind begins to list and catalogue all of the things that she wants to do to him. All of the things she wants him to do to her.
All in good time, we have time.
Mulder pushes her up against the door. She feels her inner muscles clench. The passion between them builds, layer by layer. He slips his hand under her shirt instinctively finding its home on her breast. She sighs.
“I love you wearing my shirt, but you need to take it off,” he says hoarsely in her ear.  
“ Well, I’d say that you have more clothes on than me. So it’s only logical that we take care of you first, right? ” She says seductively.
“Scully, your legs have got me an a pretty serious vice-grip at the moment, not that I’m complaining of course. But, I could use your help,” he chuckles. Then kisses that delicious spot behind her ear, and she sighs.
“ Glady,” She sighs as she slides down his body. he says tossing his leather jacket on her couch, and quickly pulling his gray undershirt over his head. She bites her lip, as she takes a moment to admire his form. Her hands find his naked chest, caressing his skin and teasing his nipples. He moans. She she strokes down pausing on his abdominal muscles just above his pelvis. She makes quick work of his button fly, his pants fall to the floor.
“See, I told you that you were impatient,” he deadpans.
“Oh, I don’t know Mulder, I’ve waited all these years, so I’d say I’m pretty patient.” she breathes out as she reaches down to grasp his erection firmly through his boxers. He gasps.
His hands find the bottom of the Oxford university t-shirt that now belongs to her. He pulls it up over her head, and tosses it behind him. Daytime Scully would care about the clothes that are being strewn unceremoniously across her apartment. However, Scully on the brink of finally getting laid couldn't care less.
His lips find hers again as he hoists her up into his arms. Her breasts pushed up enticingly against his naked chest, skin against skin. His large hands circle her hips and cover her ass. She wraps her arms around her neck as they kiss, half stumbling towards the bedroom. They fall into her bed, breathing hard. Mulder quickly pulls off her underwear, and kneels at the foot of the bed. She moans as he his tongue draws a “ V” in the crease of her inner thighs. His hands spread her open, and he puts her legs over his shoulders. He groans as his mouth hovers over her aching sex. She’s so aroused, so raw and ripe and ready for him.
“ See, I told you I couldn’t wait to do this,” He says as he blows a cool breath over her clit. She shivers. She gasps as his mouth finally finds her center. She moans loudly as his tongue finds the swollen bud at the top of her sex. Thank God he’s decided not to tease her too much this time.
“Well that makes two of us,” she says moaning breathlessly. His lips close around her clit and he moans. The vibrations set off a chain reaction coursing through her body.
“Fuck, Mulder, Fuck! ” she calls out loudly. Her body tenses then snaps as she comes hard convulsing against his mouth. He drinks her in and groans, her pleasure feeding his own. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand as he collapses on top of her.
“Mmm, you really can swear like a sailor. I’m so glad I could bring out this side of you, ” He says patting himself on the back.
“ Don’t get too full of yourself, Mulder. I fully expect another orgasm before this thing is over,” She raises an eyebrow and chuckles, feeling fully relaxed and satisfied.
“ I think I may be up to that challenge.” He kisses her languidly. She shoves his boxers down his hips, and steals a look at his cock.
“ No need to hide, you’ve earned the right to take a look,” he winks, and she blushes.
She relishes the weight of his body on top of her, surrounding her.
She reaches down to guide his member to her center. She swirls the head around her clitoris, and back down through her slick folds. They moan together.
“ See I can drive you crazy too,” she smiles.
“ Oh Scully, you saucy minx” he sighs as she continues teasing him. His cock is coated in her arousal. They kiss again, languidly. He breaks the kiss gazing deeply into her eyes.
“ Scully,” he pauses to clear his throat.” Just in case I haven’t been entirely clear, I just wanted to tell you that I…” she puts a finger to his lips then grabs both of his hands in hers placing them over her heart.
“ You don’t have to say anything, Mulder, I know how you feel” She tries to convey their entire history from the beginning until this very moment with her eyes. The memories flash back and forth.
I’d only put myself on the line for you.
You’re the only one I trust.
You’re my best friend.
My one in five billion.
You make me a whole person.
The only person I could ever imagine myself being with.
Somewhere in the pain and darkness they found each other.
“ I feel the same way, Mulder, the same way.” she breathes out.
She feels a sob catch in her chest. Her heart beats rapidly. This is just another way to show him what she has difficulty expressing in words. Her love manifesting as a physical act. Finally, she slips the head inside her entrance. She sucks in a breath as he moves inside her slowly. She feels the tightness, the fullness, the sensation of pain. She bites his shoulder lightly to brace herself, he groans, and pinches her nipple in response.
“ Oh God, you are so tight.” His eyes roll back in his head with pleasure.”Can you try and relax?” he whispers as he massages one of her hips.
“ Just go slow, ok,” she says her voice tight with emotion. He nods and pauses to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. She opens up her hips wider, trying to allow more room for them to fit together. She thinks of the give and take of their partnership. The balance of two different people joining together. Yes, even in this new intimacy they work as a team. The pain is starting to become pleasure. He leans his forehead against hers, this their most intimate act. She tries to memorize this feeling. He starts to thrust slowly, but she can see him holding back.
“ What are you thinking about, Mulder?” she asks.
“ Baseball,” he pauses  “although, I guess I can’t use that one anymore, either, ” he grins and she giggles and her inner muscles pulse around him.
“ Hmmm, flukeman?” she grins again.
“ Oooh, instant boner killer, Scully.” his chuckle vibrates to her core.
She takes in the sounds of their bodies pulsing, the smell of their sex surrounding them.
The feel of their bodies together is at once natural and supernatural. She thinks of the science behind human sexuality: hormones, pheromones, the role of the brain in sexual arousal, the physical stages of orgasm. All of these things make sense to the rational part of Scully’s brain. But she cannot explain how the physical act of passion can become a transformative experience. He sits up and puts her knee against his chest.
“ Oh god Scully, “ he pauses for a moment and looks down at their bodies joining together “I wish you could see what we look like together, it’s so beautiful,” his voice breaks and washes over her.
“ Then let me see,” she gently rolls him over onto his back, and moves to straddle him. She looks down, and positions his turgid member at her entrance. She bends her head to see herself sliding down his length, taking him inside of swollen cunt. Her breath catches in her throat. The sight of their bodies joined is almost painfully exquisite, bordering on divine. She looks at him and is overwhelmed at the magnitude of what she sees in his eyes: trust, adoration, love.
She moves up and down his length, his cock stroking her inner g-spot. He reaches up to thumb her clit, and she feels her second orgasm building low in her pelvis and spreading over her body. As she reaches the peak of pleasure, stars explode behind her eyes and dance across her body. Her orgasm triggers Mulder’s, and he calls out her name as he erupts inside of her. They explode with matter and energy flaring brightly against the black of the universe. Their pleasure combined is the millions of atomic explosions combusting to fuel their very own supernova.
As she comes down, her head slumps in satisfaction against his chest. He clutches her body against his, and buries his head in her hair. She listens to the rapid beating of his heart, and feels her own heart bursting inside of her.   
Uniting as one, they have become the birth of a brilliant new star, burning and flaring brightly in the great expanses of the cosmos.
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Author's note: This is the scene I saw in my mind’s eye when I first conceived the idea for this story I was listening to Bon Iver’s “ Creature Fear” and the lyrics really inspired this scene.
I was lost but your fool/Was a long visit wrong?/Say you are the only…./I was teased by your blouse/Spit out by your mouth/I was loud by your lowered/Seminary sold
This scene was what I pictured as the end for this particular story. I've just always loved Mulder and Scully from seasons 6 and 7 when they are really falling in love. After the difficulty of the season 11 finale, I just kind of wanted to see them in a happy place again. So it felt like a romantic comedy as I was writing it. This story got me back into writing, and it has been an amazing experience. I have learned so much about writing, and fanfiction during this process.
Thanks to my boo @i-gaze-at-scully for walking me through tumblr (someday I'll get it). Also for being a lovely/super beta extraordinaire. I hope to continue working with this #noble land mermaid.
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