hi hugh! I simply must ask about the deal with the devil fic ๐
soooooo vaguely inspired by the 2000 classic bedazzled, it takes place during dia de los muertos, where eddie steps into a psychic's shop and whoops! it's the devil. there's a series of genre-typical misunderstandings, misreadings, and eddie goes through a twisted 7-wish adventure to find love. buddie endgame of course. it's written in many disjointed parts atm, but this is one of my favorite devil-induced scenes so far:
โOh โ uh, thank you. You look good.โ
โMm.โ Her earrings drop into the porcelain plate and she moves on to her necklace. โI had a productive day, thanks for asking.โ The words are sharp, and that same unfamiliar heat coils in his belly.
โWhat โ what all did you do?โ
She hangs the necklace on a stand and flicks her hair when she turns to him, mouth pinched and eyes low. โThe usual. That stupid new cohost, the one who doesnโt tone her bottle blonde, almost dropped an f-bomb on air and the producers made me โโ she ends in a huff. โDoesnโt matter, you donโt care.โ
Eddie cocks his head in confusion. โTaylor, of course I โ โ
โI had brunch with Buck.โ
He has a physical reaction to that. He canโt stop it, the way his back straightens and his shoulders relax, the way he breathes out a sound thatโs nearly relief. Taylor smirks at him like she was waiting for it. A routine, his body tells him, something heโs not at all privy to as he leans against the crackling twinge traveling up his spine.
Shucking her jacket off, she steps towards him with a purposeful swing of her hips. โHe was wearing that shirt you bought him. I like it, by the way,โ she reaches to her chest, circles a spot above her breast, and moves to the buttons of her shirt while she stalks closer to him. โWith that blue accent, nice touch.โ
He reaches out to her, cautious, and puts his hands on the lower quarter of her hips. Pulls her in just a little until she kneels one leg on the cushion between the part in his thighs. One hand lands on his jaw. โMakes his eyes pop.โ
Taylor hums in agreement, pops the last button on her shirt, and moves her other hand slowly down his chest, scratches the soft skin. Leans into and nearly over him, her hair cascading the whole way until theyโre both covered like a sheet. It feels wrong, a flickering flame against his skin, but Eddie finds his breath hitching at the action. He stretches his neck farther upward until their noses brush. โWe kept it clean,โ she ghosts a kiss over his lips and moves until her mouth is next to his ear, โso he can wear it for you later.โ
