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insaneoldme · 3 years

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Can you rec buddie fics? Pretty please?

OMG it's my time to shine, bitches!!!

Sorry if I went a little nuts, but this fandom has some of the best writers I've ever seen. I have 186 Buddie fics bookmarked in my AO3,

I'll link here if you are interested in taking a look cause if I put them all here it would be too long. Also, I tried to show here some fics I very rarely see recced, and a little bit o the classics. This fandom has some very underrated authors, everyone in my bookmarks is worth taking a look really.

Please take a look at the warnings before reading, enjoy!!!

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies (Rated E )

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

My Heart's Been Borrowed by ElvenSorceress (Rated E)

aka the one where Taylor gives Buck his ultimate fantasy and uncovers far more than either of them expected, forcing him to confront his long held feelings for Eddie

Half Awake in Our Fake Empire by HMSLusitania (Rated E)

Buck 1.0 fathered a child and Buck 4.0 comes into custody.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) (Rated E)

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

Keep It On by R_E_R6 (Rated E)

When Eddie walks in on Buck, bent over in nothing but a hoodie, their plans for the night immediately change. Buck's outfit though? Well, Eddie requests that it stays the same...for reasons.

Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold by ElvenSorceress (Rated T)

Buck nearly loses everything and Eddie has to follow his heart

hungry for your love by evcndiaz (Rated G)

prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"

or; breadsticks are a metaphor for love and boning

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests (Rated M)

A glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

when things fall into place by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Eddie asks Buck to move in with them during lockdown to help look after Christopher, which leads to certain unresolved feelings being resolved.

Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

Evan "Buck" Buckley has made a name for himself as the independent bad boy of archaeology. At least, until Professor Eddie Diaz shows up with his fedora and good looks and starts beating Buck to the punch more often than not.

Buck hates his stupid six-pack covered guts.

Except for how... he might not.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates (Rated E)

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.

But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back.

He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head.

ripples all the way down by iriswests (Rated M)

christopher partakes in some parent trapping

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings (Rated M)

Evan Buckley is lost.

It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door.

Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name.

Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico."

And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?"

In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

fireflies where my caution should be by littlesnowpea (Rated M)

“You never talk about your parents,” Eddie says, which is not even remotely what Buck expects Eddie to say. He frowns, tilts his head, but it isn’t a question, as evidenced by Eddie charging on. “I never asked because I figured it was your business, but the look on your face any time they’re brought up tells me you don’t get along.”

Buck swallows hard, against a lump in his throat. His parents? Eddie’s right, he never talks about them, for good reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, not sure what he’s even going to say.

Eddie takes it as the answer Buck is trying to make it out to be. He squeezes Buck’s wrist again, takes a deep breath, like he’s on a call with someone who’s panicking. Buck finds his breathing slowing to match Eddie’s, and Eddie nods as Buck gets it under control.

“There are people on the porch,” Eddie says, voice even. “Saying they want to meet their grandchild.”

Asked, Offered, Given, (He's) Taken by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

People like to flirt with Buck on calls. It kind of makes Buck uncomfortable.

And that makes Eddie frustrated.

I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.

Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

Memorable by JessicaMDawn (Rated T)

Six times Buck got recognized by people he saved during the tsunami, and how his team realized he was a hero.

All Bets are Off by NobodyKnows_U (Not Rated)

Or, the five times the firefam realized Buck and Eddie were in love, and the one-time Eddie finally did something about it.

fire on fire by extasiswings (Rated T)

Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.

Better Together by Randomfandombloggs09 (Not Rated)

5 times Eddie sees Buck wearing his last name and 1 time its not just his

Daddy and Pops by EdithBlake (Rated M)

When Christopher calls Buck 'Pops' things get a bit confusing. Buck and Eddie have a talk with Christopher that ends up with both of them being even more confused by how right it sounds.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (Rated E)

unknown sender: Hi!

unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run.

unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way.

sent: hey um

sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but

sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

the dream you wish will come true by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Christopher Diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when Evan Buckley is right there.

vienna waits for you by mottainai (Not Rated)

Eddie doesn't deserve a soulmate.

Work Husband by hideeho (Rated T)

“What...what have you done with Buck?” Eddie is going to kill him for messing with his phone. No, that’s too extreme. He’s going to maim him. Just a little.

“Check under H,” Chim offers helpfully, shooting a look over to Hen with a smirk.

Why the hell would he be under—

Then he sees it.

Husband.

Bad Neighbors by firstdegreefangirl (Rated E)

Eddie's new neighbors are keeping him up all night. He calls on his best friend for a little taste of their own medicine.

Cross the Line by Sirencalls (Rated E)

Eddie laughs, short and quiet and almost to himself. “No. If you want to learn, then I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Buck is pretty sure his brain stops working. “What? Why?”

Eddie turns to look at him and steps closer, their chests only a few inches apart. “Because there are people out there who will take advantage of how naïve you are. They’ll hurt you, and I won’t.” Eddie’s eyes are so intense that Buck doesn’t have any choice but to believe him. “If you want someone to do this for you, to—to dominate you, it has to be me. I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”

pretty in pink by dykeevans (Rated E)

Buck forgets that he and Eddie made plans to hang out until Eddie shows up and Buck's in the middle of laundry day.

His laundry day outfit consists of a small pink crop top and grey sweatpants.

Eddie loses his damn mind. Me too, though, me too.

the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Rated G)

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Something Old, Something New by dumbhuman (Rated E)

“Damn, I love weddings!” Buck’s face lit up as he closed the door.

If asked later, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to explain what came over him in that moment to make him ask the question. Or, at least, he wouldn’t have wanted to explain. The exhaustion was an easy excuse, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t a real one.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

one of the few things by thatnerdemryn (Rated G)

five times that Eddie tells someone else that Buck is Christopher's legal guardian plus one time he finally tells Buck.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu (Rated T)

“Why is everybody taking my relationship status so personally? Can’t I be fine with being single?” Buck said.

“Hey, you don’t have to say yes, be sad and alone if that’s what you want,” Josh replied. “But, I’m just saying. I’ve seen photos and this guy is volcanic levels of hot. Also, single dad, super cute kid. Saves lives for a living like you. I think you should give it a go.”

(the one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there)

Keeping It In The Family by Wolves_of_Innistrad (Rated T)

A young man shows up at the firehouse looking for Buck. Turns out Javier was a Bartender with Buck in Mexico. He’s back in LA, looking to reconnect and very flirty. Cue Eddie realizing Buck is not as straight as he thought.

kiss me (like your ex is in the room) by rebeccaofsbfarm (Rated E)

Eddie Diaz gets drunk and protective and signs up for a fake double date to get back at his friend's ex.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania (Rated M)

An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is… missing presumed.

While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home

All my Buddie AO3 bookmarks

As I said this fandom has some very talented people, some of my favorite Authors's Tumblrs below, I recommend all the things they wrote and their blogs are very good.

@elvensorceress, @hmslusitania, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @extasiswings

For gifs:

@arrenemris, @skylessnights (very lovely AU gifsets)

@from-nova(good gifs & content)

For Podfics: @mistmarauder everything she ever read is amazing, her podfics are high quality and she has a very lovely voice and her presence calms me down lol I recommend it

I'm sorry there are a lot more people but I'm kinda in a rush haha most of the people I follow are amazing, but the ones I mentioned here are enough to get you started or entertained for a while.

Buddie fics are amazing, this pairing has spoiled me so much, everyone I met because of it is nice and so active and talented.

Sorry mutuals if I forgot someone!

I hope I helped Anon, have fun!

(Tell me if any link is wrong please, thanks)

#buddie #buddie recs #recs #fic recs #911 on fox #911fox #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ao3

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thran-duils · 3 years

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My Perfect Pet

Title: My Perfect Pet Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Boss Tony Stark. Reader disobeys Mr. Stark’s order to work in his office and learns her lesson for disobeying when he tells her to do something. Words: 2,303 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dom/sub, fingering, shameless smut, boss/employee relationship, punishment, office sex Author’s Note: I had a dream, alright? I got distracted from the other fics because of it.

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You walked into one of the old filing rooms where one of the old assistants was already working to scan old documents in. A whole archive had been discovered recently and they needed all of the papers uploaded onto the Stark database.

Aeisha looked up when you walked in and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought Abby was going to be down here with me.”

“She really wanted to be around and in Mr. Stark’s office.”

When you had arrived this morning, the head security told you where you were supposed to be. Mr. Stark gave orders at the beginning of the day where all of you were supposed to be and he had wanted you assisting him today. But Abby had complained to you, pouting. You figured it was not a big deal and told her you would take her job down in the filing room instead. She had been ecstatic.

The other girl snorted and said, “Of course she does. She’s been trying to get him to fuck her for months.”

You stammered, “W-what?”

“He has his favorites. She wants to be one of them.” She held up her phone, the newest version, and smirked, “He gives good gifts to keep us away from HR. Not that I would ever consider that.”

“You… have sex with him?”

Aeisha shrugged, “When he wants. It’s not often. In between the ladies at his parties and some other girls in the building, there’s time in between.” She saw the look on your face and gave a hearty laugh. “He’s good in bed. Don’t worry. When I said I wouldn’t consider going to HR, I mean it. That man knows how to work my pussy.”

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, opening one of the boxes. ‘I didn’t know I was gonna have to potentially fuck my boss if he ever gets a wild hair. Wasn’t in the job description. Sure, he’s extremely attractive – sexy – but, Jesus. That’s asking for issues if you ever wanna be in a relationship with someone and he’s still expecting it. Maybe I should be thanking Abby for taking his office today.”

Aeisha closed the scanner and shot you a curious look. “Wait… did you clear that switch with him?”

You shook your head and she rose her eyebrows, looking concerned.

“What?”’ you asked worriedly. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We are both gonna do the same thing no matter where we are at.”

“He wanted to see you in there, Y/N. He’s very specific about his instructions.”

Your stomach did a flip flop and you asked worriedly, “Am I going to get in trouble?”

Aeisha shrugged, “Who knows? If he hasn’t sent Abby back down here in the next twenty minutes, maybe it’ll just slide.”

You did not want to lose this job; it was well paying, especially for NYC.

“I guess I’ll just… go up there if she gets put back down here,” you said slowly, thumbing through the files.

You picked some of the papers up and asked Aeisha where she was filing the paperwork before going to your own scanner. You kept tensing whenever you heard someone walk by, thinking it was Abby coming down to fetch you and make you go upstairs where Mr. Stark wanted to see you. It was customary for you to wear pencil line skirts and low-cut shirts with heels, something that had been encouraged by the hiring manager. And you learned quickly it was just the norm with all of the assistants. Thankfully, you had already had a good enough collection started with going out wear that was easily masked as office wear. Such as the bodycon dress you were wearing today, the long zipper up the back that you had had to have your roommate help you with. But now you wondered if maybe you should cut back on it a little bit, knowing what you did now.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of your mind, focusing on your work.

<><><>

It was almost 9:00pm when you were walking back from the filing room. You told your immediate supervisor that you would take a few more hours today to be able to get off early tomorrow for your appointment tomorrow afternoon a few weeks ago.

You stopped though outside Mr. Stark’s office, hearing noises coming from within. You furrowed your brow confused considering how late it was. You put your hand on the door, your ear coming closer. Someone yelped loudly inside and you threw the door open in alarm, thinking someone was getting hurt.

Upon seeing Mr. Stark being straddled by a naked woman and another kissing him beside them on the couch, you almost vomited in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I thought—goodnight!” you stammered, closing the door clumsily and rushing off.

<><><>

You were not surprised in the slightest when you arrived the next morning that Mr. Stark wanted you in his office. Reluctantly, you walked to the door and knocked. He called from inside and you took a deep breath, your heart hammering. All you could see was them on the couch last night and feel your mortification that had kept you up half the night.

He was working off to the side of his desk with a hologram table, his back to you. He was wearing a three-piece suit as usual, sans the jacket, all black.

You did not know what to say – if you should say anything too – so you just stood there awkwardly until he sensed the awkwardness too and turned around. You did not miss the slight smirk that graced his lips at the sight of you.

“Mhm, Y/N. Good morning,” he greeted you, closing the hologram and turning around to stride back to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you managed to say.

He sat on the edge of the desk, running his eyes over you. You had chosen a mid-thigh dress, still showing leg but the top was long sleeved, no cleavage.

You blurted becoming uncomfortable with the silence, “I really am sorry.”

“For?” he questioned.

That caught you off guard and you stammered, “U-uh. Last night?”

“Oh, that,” Tony chuckled. “I didn’t know anyone was still on the floor. Quite a surprise to see you. Did throw the vibe off a bit, took me out of my element, really.” He cleared his throat and said, “As a matter of fact, thank you for apologizing because the sex really wasn’t as great as it was going to be if I hadn’t of seen you. Because it just reminded me of earlier in the day when I was expecting to see you when I came in the morning and I was severely annoyed when it wasn’t you. So, I was just a little irked during the whole threesome.”

He snickered seeing you at loss for words. “Well, I figure you can make it up to me. We can break in the couch. Just you and me.”

A strangled noise left your throat. “What?”

“Did I stammer? You disobeyed what I asked yesterday. I was gonna let it slide and give you a chance to make it right next time – aka this morning when I requested you again to be in here. I like my assistants in the building to follow directions specifically how I ask them. But then, you came in and interrupted when I was about to plow two of the hottest models on the market right now and threw off my vibe.”

That sounded so ridiculous, you said before you could stop yourself, “You still had sex with them.”

His eyes crinkled with his dangerous smile. “That’s cheeky. You are very determined to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? I didn’t mark you as bratty. Everyone’s got their surprises though...”

He stood up from the desk and you fought to stand your ground, your hands still folded in front of you. His eyes were searching hungrily, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You’re definitely not a top rider like Vivian or Aeisha. They love sitting in my lap… reverse cowgirl…” Heat came to your cheeks as he ran his eyes over you again, lingering on your legs. A wicked smirk came to his face as he met your gaze again. “No. That’s not you. Not at all. You’re a perfect candidate for training.”

Training…?

“In fact, we can have your first lesson now. Lock the door.”

“Mr. Stark—”

He sat on the couch and said, “Do you remember me just saying that I like my assistants to listen? And follow directions just as they’re told? This is your chance to do that. So, impress me, sweetheart. Or leave the building and don’t come back. I’ll have someone mail your check or direct deposit. Whatever the hell you have set up.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, and he was staring back, a hard look in his eyes. He was not messing around. Swallowing sharply, you turned on your heel and went to the door, sliding the lock into place. You turned around, your heart thumping.

“Take your dress off. Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, reaching for the piece of cloth on the table. You had failed to notice it sitting there before; he had already had this on his mind before you had come in apparently. “And get over my knee.”

Mortified, you took a step back towards the door and his eyes flashed at the movement.

“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

You had a choice, really you did. You could find other work, but you did not want to. Sucking down a deep breath, you walked over towards him. He reached forward again and grabbed a small remote, clicking it. The large TV turned on at the end of the office and he turned on a random show, turning the volume up.

Your dress fell to your ankles and you stepped out of it. There was a fire sparked seeing the way he was looking at you, drinking you in. But it made you extremely nervous too; what if this went sideways and you lost the job anyway?

The blindfold was waiting on his thigh and you reached for it, putting it on and laid across his lap. You could feel his length through his dress pants, causing heat to come to your core already as well. You squirmed with the anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard and you gasped loudly with the sting. His hand caressed at your ass, squeezing. “Look at that nice jiggle you had just there. You’re gonna tell me you’re sorry when this is all done and take this like an obedient girl. Right?”

“Right.”

“’Right, sir’,” Tony corrected you.

“Right, sir,” you squeaked in repeat back to him.

He hummed in approval before he smacked you again, harder this time. He yanked your underwear down and ordered you to kick them off. He helped getting them around your heels and you felt him toss them. His hand was back on your ass, squeezing and admiring. Another smack landed and then another, drawing a low groan from you.

Tony’s fingers delved past your wet folds, running up and down your sex. A finger slipped in as his thumb massaged your clit, causing you to pant in need.

“Look at you, you little wanton harlot,” Tony husked, adding another finger.

He pulled his hand away and laid another hard smack across your cheeks, leaving wetness from you.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You did what he told you and you squealed when he slapped your pussy, instinctively clenching and driving your hips forward.

“Keep them open!”

Hesitantly, you did what he said, and you cried out softly when he smacked your pussy again, repeatedly. The contact was reverberating, stimulating. He was driving you insane, loving the contact on your clit from each hit. You heard him spit and his other hand came to rub at your tight ring, wet from his spit, while the other found your nub again, circling faster now. He was working you too well, it was too much pressure. You did not want to come all over him, and you clenched again, trying to stop him from touching you.

He laid a rough smack across your ass and growled, “I told you to keep your legs open!”

Whimpering, you opened your legs again to him and he praised, “Good girl. Now, are you, sorry, pet?” You nodded and he squeezed at your nub causing you to whine sharply. “Tell me!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

“Mhm, you’re a fast learner. Such a good girl. But what are you sorry for?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

“Not listening to you! For interrupting you!” you panted, gripping at the couch fabric.

“Yeah, that was really naughty of you,” Tony agreed, his knuckles brushing your sex as he hit your g spot. “Very naughty.” Your breath was quick and short, and he cooed, “Sweetheart, do you need to come?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” you begged, embarrassed simultaneously how easily you had come unraveled. How easy it was for you to fall into this role.

Tony hit your spot again and you moaned pathetically. “You can let go. Come for me.”

You cried out, shaking, coming undone around his fingers. His other hand came to your throat, holding tight as he continued to stroke you, slower now as you shook with your release. He squeezed in slightly and that only added a cherry on top to your orgasm.

Empty of him, you heard him salaciously sucking on his fingers, his other hand still flexing gently on your throat, and he hummed in approval again. “I think with some more lessons, you can shape up to my perfect pet.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

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mochiwritingdump · 2 years

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Act I; Abbie & Elijah // his POV

Not many people know this about me, but truth is that I used to do a bit of drama at school when I was in junior school. Being the overachiever I was during my school years, it was no surprise that I did want to try and do as many activities as I could, and excel at those while being at it. However, years later, it dawned on me that besides wanting to keep being my school’s and parents’s golden boy, what I truly wanted was to find my own calling. Sports, arts, academics... I did try it all. Surely I always enjoyed tinkering with stuff and engineering was at the top of my list, but what if... what if there was something else out there for me? Something that I’d enjoy more. Something that would fill me. I remember being quite lost back then, but never truly realized.

And for that reason, I joined drama club when I was a pre-teen. Unfortunately, after a couple of plays, my drama club adventures and days of dreams of becoming an actor were over for me. While it was a fun experience, I realized it wasn’t quite my thing to much dismay of my fellow mates and drama teacher. I do remember the praises, yet up to this day I still think I wasn’t remotely close to being as good as my other mates. Many of them shone on stage and I’m happy to know that a few of them did go on to become full-fledged stage and screen actors.

I’m aware that I could have easily had a successful career in arts, but what I currently do for a living was closer to Arts than most people would consider. Developing video games, at the end of the day, was creating compelling stories and characters people could relate to and feel they are part of those stories. That plus all the actual artistic side of it such a character design, world building, graphics, etc.

Although, being completely honest that’s not my only connection to the Arts. Our mother happens to be an exceptional pianist and used to be a part-time piano teacher at home once she quit her job not long after I was born to become a housewife, therefore, both Oliver and I grew up in quite a musical environment at home. I do remember those lessons with my mom and Oli as if it was yesterday. Poor Oli could never focus and was always rocking back and forth on the piano stool while she tried to teach him over and over. In my case, while I was also an active child, my energy could never match Oli’s and also our five year gap played a role there. I know she also intended to teach Oli just like she did with me, but that was sadly a lost cause. I however found myself liking the instrument and was something I did whenever I wanted to have a moment of peace since it always eased any concerns I could have. I was glad though, that she never pressured me into being a gifted pianist (unlike with school or sports) and it was more of a leisure activity at home– that’s why I never considered myself a good pianist or someone who would be the right fit to play in front of an audience, despite my obvious self-confidence. I did keep on playing well into my teens and early 20s as a hobby.

And so when Jay mentioned one of his friends was looking for a pianist, I was pretty shocked. While honored by it, I was surprised I was among his options when he surely knew actually gifted musicians, who played piano for a living. Meeting Abbie was more of a favour than an active thing I wanted to do, but I must admit Jay was right when he said new encounters were the key to moving forward, for the female proved to be hilarious company. I guess it also helped we were both from the same country, so in a way we both felt at home. After the first meeting, we kept on exchanging texts here and there while I weighed the pianist offer. I ended up agreeing to it, after a couple of days of thinking it over. It was well worth a try, I thought as the top reason why I should just do it.

Attending the first few rehearsals felt like being back to the days of my very short lived career as a stage actor– it all felt much more professional, despite the venue being rather small with around not more than 50 seats. As Abbie previously mentioned, it was about the life and struggles of the writer of the production and he was tasked with providing the piano for the few songs that were performed. The production itself was a hybrid between an actual play and a monologue as some of the parts were performed by actors and some others by the writer herself for the songs part. I, though, enjoyed being part of the small family of actors and staff, who most of them were in their early 20s, but I felt they were already quite brilliant. Abbie herself was a real hard worker and naturally talented. She had a very sweet singing voice– she provided backup vocals in some songs while playing the main role, which I thought she was exceptionally good at. She managed to transmit raw emotions in a way you don’t see that much. More often than not, I would find myself being completely fascinated by her during rehearsals and that was... a concern and I tried to shove that to the back of my mind as much as I could, but the more I did that, the more I looked her way.

“Good job today as usual, Elijah.” Abbie greeted me with her usual charming yet weary after a long rehearsal smile while approaching me. “Let me just say this though. After each rehearsal, I find it harder to believe your words when you said you were far from being a pro. I almost believed you.”

“Fake modesty suits me well, doesn’t it?” I joked while I bowed my head at the other cast mates as most of them were Korean.

“Over confidence is what suits your arrogant ass the most.” She blurted out plainly. As blunt as she always was. I was long used by now to her brutal honesty and it was amusing to say the least. From time to time, my ego deserved some kind of serious beating.

“We certainly agree on that one.”

One by one, her cast mates and other staff members left the venue until it was just her and me. I usually stayed for an extra thirty minutes or so practicing a bit by myself since I didn’t have a piano at home and I didn’t want to ruin their hard work with my poor performance. “Aren’t you going home yet? It is pretty late, Abbie.” I asked, casting a glance her way as she simply sat next to me by the piano. “Or are you staying, clearly fascinated by my exceptionally good piano skills?”

“Has anyone ever told you you deserve to be kicked? Because honestly, your ego can surely be seen from outer space.” She shook her head, yet I could catch a glimpse of an amused smile forming in her lips.

“Hmm my brother often tells me so, but my charisma needs to be let free and fly away.”

I’m well aware of how cringe my comments could sometimes be, but those were another part of me. Another layer. Some other times I tend to exaggerate the comments just to make my friends laugh (now I very well know myself I’m pretty dashing with a good personality, but that’s not the thing here) and have a good time altogether and in some other cases whenever women were involved... what woman would seriously get interested in a man with such an ego floating over his head? It was, in some way, another barrier to guard myself. No woman would fall for such a guy.

“I didn’t know you had a brother. I pity the poor soul that has to put up with you every day of his life.” She nudged my side playfully and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Have I never mentioned Oliver?” Surprise could be noted on both my face and tone, albeit it soon switched to a soft and affectionate one–my usual tone whenever talking about Oliver. ”My dearest baby brother. He’s also friends with Jay, so you’ll probably hear about him sooner or later.”

“I’ve seen his profile I think.” She mused. “Judging my his photos, his ego seems bigger than yours.”

“It’s actually quite the opposite and very far from that. How we present ourselves online vs. how we actually are can be two completely different worlds, you know.” I nodded before continue speaking as my fingers began to gently touch the keys out of habit– a delicate tune soon becoming the background music of our conversation as if it was a moment out a theatre play. “ My brother loves his thirst traps, but he’s the sweetest, softest and most humble guy out there. And honestly, if you got it, flaunt it. Have you got one yourself though? A sibling?”

“Touché. Couldn’t agree more with that. He does seem nice, but those photos stand out.” She laughed. “A sibling?” Upon my question, I could see the hesitation in her expression. The way her eyes looked everywhere but me, the way her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips pursed in deep thought. And seeing her expression, I knew better than to push the topic. ”I’ve got a much older step-brother. He is... very well spoken and gentle. Too overprotective at times. But he feels like a real brother to me.”

It felt nice being able to talk to Abbie like this– nonchalant yet easy. The conversation always flows naturally whenever we are talking. We’d switch from playful banter to normal or even more serious topics like this very moment and I loved that. Despite our seven years gap, it was simply effortless to chat with her. About anything and everything at the same time.

“I always say this one thing; blood sometimes is not as important but rather the connection and feelings. Sometimes those things are stronger than just being blood related,” I simply said and kept on playing to a certain piece that’s been on my mind for a long time. A piece that is always in my mind and is my companion everywhere I go.

Debussy’s Rêverie, L. 68.

Eve’s favourite. I hadn’t played this piece ever since... hence, I’m sure it sounded as rusty and bad as ever since I haven’t played piano at all for years until this play came to me. I loved sharing this skill with Eve as music wasn’t her forte, hence, I adored playing for her and tried to teach her –failed attempts but she kept on trying. Ever since resuming piano playing, sometimes I would play pieces I used to play back then after everyone left and always after rehearsing the songs from the play. Why was I playing this piece? I wonder. My fingers moved on their own, always wanting to reminiscence my memories with Eve– wanting to keep her memory alive.

I only hope Abbie wouldn’t notice the dampness around my eyes, regardless I kept on playing in silence, her shoulders brushing mine as she was sitting rather close. And soon my surprise when she joined me hitting a few of notes. Quite a nice attempt. I then moved my right hand towards her left one, hovering as I guided her over the keys.

I couldn’t pinpoint what was it, but I noticed something about Abbie, especially ever since I saw her rehearsing the first few days. There’s many talented performers out there, but one’s that capable to emit such raw emotions... besides their talent and hard word, you also could see their own experiences and pain in their performing.

I did not know what it was, of course, but sharing a moment like this with her, felt relieving. Whatever it was, we could wordlessly share our deepest sorrows and I was content with it.

Content yet scared. And guilty.

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Someone was coming.

And I could feel it.

Even Papa was standing out on the front porch with a shotgun in his hands, glaring out in to the distance so even the devil himself wouldn't dare come near.

And Mama was too busy getting my sister's down in to the basement, the place where mama and papa always put us whenever strangers came around.

As if hiding us from someone.

"Abby, lock the door after your mother takes the girls downstairs." Papa commanded gruffly, keeping his eyes in the distance. With a quick kiss on the cheek, mama looked me in the eyes with worry.

"Be careful Abby." She said softly, before turning and ushering the girls downstairs. I quickly closed the door and locked it, sliding our large Armoire in front of it to keep the basement hidden.

Even I was worried with what was happening.

Papa never usually asked me to stay with him, but today was different.

This visitor was different.

"Abby I want you to go out back and stay hidden in the stables. And when you get a good enough spot where you can see everything, aim my hunting gun directly at the stranger."

Heart in my throat, I nodded my head and quickly shuffled out the back door.

Now was not the time for questions, I could do that later when the visitor was gone.

I ran in to the stables and reached for the gun hanging over the hay bales, loading it the way Papa showed me.

As I put two shells in to the barrels, I could hear the sound of wheels cruching down on gravel.

My heart raced quickly as I wedged myself in between two hay bales, pulling some of the hay over me just as I looked out of the window to see a black sedan emerge from a cloud of dust, the windows tinted black. Papa stood on the edge of the porch, his shotgun held aloof to his side.

When the car came to a stop, I swear I could hear the roar of the engine in my ears. The engine shut off and suddenly all I could hear was the wind.

All four car doors opened and out stepped four men, each of them as different from the other.

The two back passengers were no older then I was, a look of boredom clear on their faces.

One with light brown hair wore Chinos, a dress shirt and a dress jacket, the other with darker hair wore baggy jeans with a torn knee and a hooded sweatshirt zipped to his collarbone. Their faces almost looked alike, but there was something a bit different where you could tell them apart.

Their eyes maybe?

And then there was the driver who wore a long brown trenchcoat that reached to his ankles.

His sleeves rolled at his wrists and his hands covered with black leather gloves.

But then they weren't the ones Papa was interested in. His body had tensed visibly as his eyes rested on the old man that had stepped out of the front passenger seat.

The man that wore dark glasses which hid his eyes from my view, who leaned heavily on a dark wood cane as he walked across the gravel ground to the front porch my father stood on.

"Aim my hunting gun directly at the stranger." I could hear Papa's voice in my head.

The problem was which stranger did he want me to point the gun at.

"It's been a long time, Ethan." The old man spoke with an accent, like English was not his first language.

"Apparently not long enough." Papa said tightly, not quite raising the shotgun from his side.

The old man laughed pompously.

"Then you know why I am here." Taking another step closer, he reached up for the glasses and took them from the bridge of his nose.

I had to stop myself from gasping out loud, seeing what were supposed to be his eyes were black voids in the sockets of his face.

"You can't have her, Marcus." Papa said firmly.

Something told me that he was the person my father wanted me to point the gun at. Ever so slightly I positioned the barrel of the gun to aim it at the old mans chest.

"You don't really have a choice." With the snap of his fingers, the other three men with him came forward. As if surrounding him like a shield.

Then the strangest thing happened.

The roar started loud in my ears again, but this time I felt it in every cell in my body

I wasn't sure if my blood was boiling or if it was running cold through my veins but it felt like my whole body was on fire.

At first I thought I was the one screaming until I heard another scream sound off from somewhere inside the house.

I knew something was wrong, and my family needed me.

Without thinking I stumbled from out of the barn with Papa's hunting gun, keeping it pointed at the old man.

Even though my head throbbed and my body felt like my skin would melt off, I summoned the will to scream at them.

"Leave now!" The words vibrated in the air, making all four men stare at me with surprise.

That is all except the old man.

"Hello Abby." He said smugly.

Shocked, I kept my finger on the trigger.

"Abby! Get to your mother!" Papa shouted from the ground, his arms flashing visibly with some kind of energy.

"But Papa-"

"Now!"

With that one word, a shockwave of energy shot out from my father's hands, hitting the men over like bowling pins.

The vibrating stopped and the world felt right again, apart from the ringing in my ears

Before the strangers could get their bearings and get up, I quickly took off at a run to the back door of the house and quickly made it to the armoire.

Well where it was supposed to be.

It looked like something strong had picked it up and thrown it across the room. There was broken glass and broken crockery everywhere.

The basement door was in no better shape, the door having been ripped off its hinges and floating in the air.

"Mama!" I screamed, running toward what was left of the basement doorway.

Mama was being carried up the stairway by my sister Sade who was a year younger then me. She seemed like she was arguing with someone, muttering under her breath as she lifted our mother with ease.

Mama wasn't a big woman, but she wasn't exactly small either. And something had clearly hurt her leg to make her limp so visibly.

"Abby! I think Xana is hurt!" Our baby sister Elle cried from the basement, holding on to her older sister's head in her lap. I gathered Xana's scrawny frame in to my arms and both Elle and I ascended the stairs to get out of there.

I didn't know if those men had followed me or not but I didn't want to hang around long enough to find out.

If the basement plan didnt work, we had to get out of there.

"Sade! Get mama to the pick up truck out back! And start the car!" I yelled, hefting our barely conscious sister a few steps behind them, Elle right at my heels.

"Abby we can't leave without Papa." Sade yelled back, moving round to the passenger side to put mama in to the seat. She buckled her seatbelt carefully before shutting the door quickly.

Scampering back round to the driver's side she got in and tried to start the truck. She turned the key once, then again and it was only met with a mewling sound.

The truck battery was dead flat.

"Abby, let me." I felt Xana move from out of my arms. She went to stand up next to the trucks' bonnet then placed both her hands down on the hood.

With a scream, sparks transferred from her hands in to the truck and a lot of things started going crazy.

The car alarm was going off, the window wipers were swishing back and forth. But most important of all, the engine was rumbling.

"How did you..."

"There's no time Abby." Sade said hastily, ushering Elle in to the seat between her and mama. She belted our baby sister in before closing the door and looked at me seriously as she put both hands on the wheel.

"Get Xana in to the back of the truck with you, we're going to get Papa."

Even though there were so many questions burning in the back of my mind, I knew now was not the time to be sitting around talking. I boosted Xana up in to the back of the pick up and pulled myself in too.

All of us knew how to drive a car since I could remember, Papa having taught us as soon as we could walk and talk.

So I trusted our lives in any one of my sister's hands.

As she put the truck in drive and skidded it around the left side of our house, Papa was limping as he held on to his left side.

I reached out my hand as we swerved past him, he grabbed on and I pulled him up on to the back of the truck with us.

And as Sade drove us down the driveway in a cloud of dust, I could just barely see the outline of the four men standing there next to our house.

And I knew there was no way we were ever going back there.

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Living on a remote farm out in the middle of nowhere, we hunted or raised our own food and animals, and grew our own fruit and vegetables in our gardens.

We never relied on anyone else, and if Mama or Papa needed to get something that we couldn't get on the farm, Papa would drive to the nearest town to get it himself.

Most people would say we were poor.

Even though my sisters and I had only a few pieces of clothing, we didn't care, it was just the way it was.

The farm was the only place my sisters and I have ever known.

Mama said that we had lived there our whole lives, but I knew different.

She knew I wasn't that naive, but my sisters and I chose to believe that lie.

For some insane reason, we all knew that it wasn't that we couldn't handle the truth. But because bringing it up only brought mama pain.

So we chose to believe the lie her and Papa told us and continued living the life we were given.

Until now.

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Being Together is Enough Part 1 - Zig x MC Fanfic

Being Together is Enough Part 1 - Zig x MC Freshman Fanfiction.

[Tiny Note: A little something I’ve been working on. I’m a big fan of Zig so I suppose it isn’t a surprise that I was writing about him again LOL. Erm, originally it was supposed to be just a one-shot, but then I got carried away and decided to write more (¬‿¬) as per usual whenever I write about anything. So here’s part 1; more of an introduction for part 2 the really good stuff. Thoughts? Criticisms? Likes and dislikes? All are welcomed here!]

[Summary: Falling for someone has never been easy and it’s terrifying when it’s a new experience, especially when that person happens to be your local barista. Are Zig and MC finally ready to take their relationship to the next level?]

She walked as briskly as she could muster across Hartfeld’s massive campus. Disgruntled after a long week of class presentations and studying had left her with the self-satisfaction that only students felt after getting through a particularly coarse week. She was looking forward to taking it easy with the upcoming weekend now in sight.

A list of unwanted chores waited at home. There was laundry she’d forgotten to finish, it was her turn to clean the bathroom, and a paper that she had to look over before handing it in the following week. These were all things that should be at the forefront of her mind. But all that could wait, because right now all she wanted to do was peel off her dress and soak her tired feet into the tub. It wasn’t often that she found herself so worn out, but when she did it took a lot to of effort to keep herself from falling asleep on her feet.

Between classes, working on her novel and spending more time outside of home; she was probably spreading herself thin. Already she could feel her eyes dropping a little and was fortunate enough that her dorm was a short walk away.

She pursed her lips as her thoughts drifted towards him. And if she was being honest with herself, he was probably the biggest reason why she hadn’t much time for anything else. A whole month of sporadic dates, bumping into each other across Hartfeld and catching quick drinks before his shift started were all factors that she considered. No matter the time, if he proposed a night out or early morning breakfast – she accepted in a heartbeat.

Maybe she was in way over her head. Maybe they should slow it down. Or maybe this was what she’d always been missing. She’d dated guys before but never anything like this. Never anyone that she thought of so much, and ended up wondering if he thought about her as much in return.

She wanted to blame him, curse him for being so irresistible but there was more to it than that. Whenever they were in the same space, whenever they were alone – she couldn’t explain it. The closest thing that came to mind was magic. Time didn’t seem to exist anymore and hours had always felt like minutes. Their easy-going conversations and companionable moments of silence made her feel as if they were the only two people in the world.

Just thinking about him caused her mouth to twitch before stretching into a smile and sent her heart racing a little faster. She touched her cheeks briefly, feeling quiet surprise at the heat she felt there. She couldn’t think about him without being reminded of all the times they’ve slept together. Sweaty bodies tangled within sheets or her back pressed up against some wall whenever they didn’t have the patience for privacy, their desperate hands seeking to sink into each other in an attempt to find a quick release of all the tension between them.

She bit her bottom lip, suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to see him. This was how it usually started; with one of them wanting to see the other until someone eventually cave in. It was like a little game of cat and mouse to see who could hold out the longest before surrounding entirely at the whim of the other person. Prior to the last time they spent the night together, she vowed that she wouldn’t be the first time to cave in this time. In fact, she was secretly keeping scores; two for two and wanting to break their tie meant keeping away from him since Wednesday.

Trying to push those thoughts aside, she entered the dorm with a small smile to greet her suitemates.

Abbie and Tyler were on the couch, binge watching The Sword and the Flame. She remembered being dimly reminded that they called dibs on their space all week in preparation for the third season premiere. Sitting cross-legged beside them was Zack, his eyes fixated on his phone. There were two box of pizzas on the coffee table.

The other half of her roommates were nowhere in sight.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” She tried to keep the exhaustion out of her tone. She wanted to keep this short and friendly, considering she hadn’t seen much of them lately. “How far are you into season two?” She asked, jerking her chin towards the television set.

Abbie dragged her eyes away from it first. Something remarkable must have been happening on screen because it captivated Tyler’s focus. He didn’t acknowledge her greeting. “Kenna’s gathering her army at Stormholt – last minute preparations, and talking with everyone before the big season finale.”

Few seconds later, Tyler finally managed to divert his attention long enough to nod, enthusiasm evident as his eyes beamed at her with apparent excitement. “It’s leading up to one of the greatest scenes in fantasy history.” He proclaimed.

“You know for people that have already seen this whole show – you’re both acting as if it’s your first time.” She was amused by how much they adored it. She was a fan herself of the show herself, but never could re-watch an entire series.

“What can I say? We’re hardcore fans.” Tyler replied, shrugging.

“Besides, we’re trying not to ruin Zack’s experience.” Abbie said sneaking a glance at him. She reached for the remote and paused the show.

At the sound of his name, Zack glanced up from his phone. He blinked at the rest of his friends in dismay. “Hmm? Did I miss something?”

Abbie rolled her eyes, “Only most of the episode.” Abbie grumbled. Her suitemates knew she wasn’t one to hold back on her thoughts when it came to her friends.

Tyler elbowed her in an attempt to reprimand her short fuse. This happened a lot when they binge watched with Abbie.

“You’d miss less if you were paying attention.” Abbie insisted, folding her arms.

“Oh no, don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty!” Zack wagged his eyebrows at her. “You’re using me as an excuse to re-watch the show.” He tried to appear wounded but she could hear the unmistakable teasing in his tone.

Tyler grimaced, feeling the heavy burden that guilt carried while Abbie quickly tried to deflect. “True, we’d have probably watched it anyway,” Abbie gestured in between them, “But we wouldn’t have as much fun.” A gleeful expression crossed her face, “– seeing your reactions to all the best moments on the show – like Dom training his fire magic with Sei, or Kenna’s time with the monks during the first season.”

“Or the episode when Kenna charmed those mercenaries and spared Severin’s life.” Tyler added.

“Not to mention all the heartwarming moments between Kenna and Gabriel.” She muttered from beside them. Those were some of her favorite moments.

Abbie nodded in agreement. “We wanted to watch it with you so that you could experience everything firsthand. Plus, your reactions so far have been pretty hilarious.”

Zack flushed, “That was only one time! I thought Dom was gonna to die while he was in the spirit world.”

“We didn’t. We never lose faith in him.” Tyler said before exchanging high-fives with his girlfriend.

“What was it that Chris said? A couple that ships together stays together?” She teased, shaking her head ruefully and watching them laugh at the reminder.

“Anyway, it’s basically one of the greatest shows in TV history – especially when Kenna’s in her element kicking ass.” She thumped her fist.

“Or the moments when Dom uses his awesome fire magic.” Tyler interrupted, not wanting them to forget just how cool his powers were.

“Or the moments when Val’s unintentionally hilarious.” She added, earning her a look from Abbie. She hadn’t meant to interrupt Abbie’s rant but she knew she had to stick up for her favorite characters. “Basically, there’s a lot of good reasons why – plus you’re almost at the end!”

Zack rubbed his chin. “Well when you put it that way…” He trailed off.

Abbie’s expression softened when her eyes drifted towards Zack. “And you looked a little down lately; we figured this would be a fun pick-me-up.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Zack said with a light smile, sounding sincere. “I’m glad you guys are always so supportive.” He glanced at his phone again as Abbie and Tyler snuggled closer before un-pausing the show.

A second later, Zack’s phone began ringing. “Ah, it’s Brandon guys – ”

“Go, go –” Abbie made shooing gestures with her hands. “We understand.”

After shooting them an apologetic smile, Zack disappeared down the hall. They heard his door close as Abbie paused the episode again. “We should probably wait.” Abbie mumbled, sharing a mutual look of agony with Tyler. “Just until he gets back.”

“But this is sucha good scene.” Tyler whimpered. He tried to keep the objection out of his voice as he reached for slice of pizza.

Abbie leaned forward and took a bite from of his before sighing. “I know how you feel.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand affectionately. “But it’ll be worth the wait once we see Kenna riding into battle with Dom in all his dragon glory.”

Tyler murmured something low under his breath, earning a laugh from Abbie.

“On that note, I think I’ll leave you guys to it.” She still had her own set of work to do after all, and even though it was Friday – it was better to have a head start on them instead of letting them pile up. “I should probably get started on the bathroom.” She could barely suppress the urge to yawn after those words trailed from her mouth.

Abbie seemed to have noticed. “This week was pretty tough for all of us.” Giving her a sympathetic smile, Abbie added. “You could always put off all the stuff you need to until tomorrow. We don’t mind.”

She shook her head. “It’s my night to do it. What’s the point of having a schedule if we don’t follow it?” She didn’t wait for a response and stole a slice of pizza from the box on the table. She ignored their protests before strolling down the hall, her feet half dragging behind her.

Not long after changing and scrubbing the bathroom tub, she found herself sinking down to the floor. Her earlier exuberance at getting a head start was nearly lost and she wondered dimly how she was going to get through the rest of the weekend. She took comfort in pressing her back against the tub’s cool porcelain steel as she took a moment to catch her breath.

The sound of knocking from the door made her glance up. Taking a few seconds to steel herself, she stood before poking her head out and met Abbie’s careful expression. “Hey Abbie, I’m just about done here.”

“That’s not why I came in to bug you.” Abbie cleared her throat. “I’m actually just letting you know that Zig showed up at our door.”

“Oh?” She couldn’t hide the surprise inside her voice. “Did he just get here?”

“Yeah, he said he tried your cell but you weren’t answering.” Abbie said, frowning. “I told him you were busy but he didn’t budge - said he wanted to ‘whisk you away’.”

“Oh right, I left my phone back here this morning.” She laughed shortly. She felt an unmistakable amount of pleasure at the idea of him missing her. Two days had never felt so long and although she didn’t want to admit it; she missed him too. “Uh, sure – just tell him to give me a second.”

She thought about her own tousled blonde hair, the fact that there were probably stains underneath her fingernails and dusts across her overalls from kneeling on the floor. She wasn’t the slightest bit prepared. But none of that seemed to matter as she quickly edged past Abbie to get to her room. It didn’t seem to matter because the mere thought of him waiting for her evenloped her stomach in tiny of indubitable burrerflies.

And frankly, the rest of the world could wait a little longer.

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