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Bad Omen - Tyler Owens (smut)

This was somewhat requested by a lovely anon reader, so I tried to incorporate it as much as I could. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader and Tyler have hated one another with a burning passion for years, but when they get stuck in his dying truck with a tornado nearing both seem to realise that their reasons for hating the other aren’t as valid as they thought they were.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), reader gets slightly hurt, enemies to lovers, some angst

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (2.8k words)

“Tell me this is a fucking joke, Owens!” Sweat was pooling on her forehead, adding to the clammy feeling she hadn’t been able to shake for the past minutes. Curses rolled off his tongue, words she couldn’t spare any attention to as her surroundings began to close in on her. “Tyler!”

Her panicked voice managed to rip him out of his own state, fully focused on getting his truck to start again. Both had been stuck there for a good ten minutes, being shaken from one side to the other as his truck died in the middle of a field. They were surrounded by nothing but a wooden barn the nearing tornado would rip apart any minute now. 

“Would you shut up for a second, (y/n)! I’m trying to save our fucking lives here.” She had known that driving with Tyler had been a mistake, a mistake she had made only for her friends to get some bonding time with Boone and Lily. A mistake she was now paying the price for while being stuck in his truck without a way to reach their friends. “Fuck, of course this only happens when you’re around.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m not some bad fucking omen.” A groan ripped through Tyler at her spiteful words, a sound that was swallowed by the cries of the nearing tornado. Both were staring at it, heavily swallowing as it dawned on them that they had no place to hide, unable to find shelter in the truck that would normally be secured to the ground. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth, (y/n)!” Anger dripped from his words as Tyler kept fumbling around. He was too distracted to pick up on the tears welling up in her eyes, too distracted to fully notice the panic she was swallowed by. Fears buzzed through her mind, fears that grew louder with every passing second. 

“Fuck, I don’t want to die with you by my side, that’s the worst scenario ever.” Her words drew a laugh from Tyler who stared at her for a second or two. The whole thing seemed surreal, not once had his truck died on him before, not once had he worried about his safety while he was driving it straight into a tornado, all until today. 

“Trust me, darling, you’re also not my first choice to spend the last minutes of my life with.” The truck was rattling from the heavy winds, shaking them while (y/n)’s hands darted out to stabilize herself. Another shake followed seconds later, too powerful to catch herself before her temple connected with the metallic outline of the window, forcing a pained groan out of (y/n). 

“Shit, are you alright?” Her reply was swallowed by the sound of Tyler’s truck roaring to life, drawing relieved sighs from both while he managed to secure the truck. Her shaking hand found her temple, unable to bite down a hiss as blood coated her fingers. She felt his eyes on her, quietly watching (y/n) before he reached for her chin, tilting her head in his direction. 

“Does it hurt?” She barely understood the question, drowned out by the sounds of the tornado which was about to swallow the truck. (Y/n) tried to ignore the concern dripping from his words, concern that also swam in the bright pupils wandering over her features. 

“Of course it hurts, you dipshit!” Tyler let go of her instantly as if her skin was suddenly burning him. His jaw muscles ticked in anger, eyes focused ahead while darkness momentarily swallowed them. (Y/n) reached for her backpack to press a tissue against her wound, hissing once again as the thin fabric made contact with her skin. 

“What did I ever do to you for you to be such a bitch whenever I’m around?” Tyler’s words drew her glassy eyes back to his angry features, breath getting stuck in her throat as her eyes found his. (Y/n) had to look away after a few seconds, trying to ground herself before finding her voice again, solemnly focused on Tyler and not on the tornado both had been chasing for most parts of their morning. 

“How can you even ask me that? Did all the chasing shake your memory? You fucked me over the first times we met, Owens. You left us behind while we counted on your help.” Her voice was cold, fuelled by the anger thumping through her veins like a drug poisoning her system. Everything in her screamed at (y/n) to chase the distance, to move away from Tyler as quickly as possible. She had been too close for too long already, needing to get away from the man who made her feel all kinds of things she couldn’t put a name on. 

“I fucked you over? You stole my data, all that work was lost because of you, of course I didn’t trust you no more!” Tyler’s voice boomed through the truck, almost as loud as the tornado had been. Her mind was racing, knowing that she hadn’t stolen anything from him which left her wondering what he was talking about. 

“I didn’t steal shit from you, why should I? We work on different areas, Owens. Your data wouldn’t help me.” No longer was she close to screaming, no longer was her voice guided by anger and hate as it slowly began to settle in that both had been stuck in heavy miscommunication for a while now. 

“But only your group was around that week, and Michael.” A “Fuck” left Tyler seconds after he had ended his sentence, wondering how he could have been that stupid. Of course, it had been the sketchy guy he had been forced to work with on the project, a guy who had bailed on Tyler at the first given chance, blaming (y/n) and her team for their mishaps. 

“Seems like you need to work on your people skills, Owens.” Chuckles broke out of (y/n) as she shook her head at him, followed by a groan as her headache settled in. 

“Let’s get you to a hospital, and then we’ve got some talking to do.“ 

…… 

“Who would have thought that a massive band aid would look that good on you.” Tyler shot her his signature smirk while she found her way back to him. She was a bit uneasy on her trembling feet, too shaken by the last hour and the emotional whirlwind both had been caught in, from thinking they were about to die to realising that they got to live another day where their enemy slowly turned into somebody else. 

“Shut it, Owens.” She rolled her eyes at him, brushing past Tyler but being unable to escape him due to the fingers that found her belt loops, pulling her back in. (Y/n) collided with his broad chest, having to place her hands against his shirt before she could lose her balance. 

“How about a thank you, huh?” He was walking a fine line, risking another spiral of anger she’d instantly pull him into, but the smile tugging on her lips told a completely different story. (Y/n) stared up at him for a second or two before one of her hands wandered up his neck, pulling him down to her to brush her lips against his ear.

“For a thank you you will have to work harder than that.” And with a soft chuckle clawing through (y/n), she pushed Tyler away to make it out of the hospital. He stared at her for a second or two before snapping out of his trance, unable to bite down his grin while jogging after her. 

His hand clamped down on her wrist, once again forcing her to a halt before she could open the passenger door of his truck. (Y/n) found herself getting lost in his bright eyes, not used to the sudden warmth his touch now pushed through her instead of the anger she no longer felt. Both moved at the same time, getting lost in one another’s embrace while he dipped his head down.

But before he could kiss her, Tyler angled his head to the side, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth, “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling, and I ain’t one for losing.”

……

“C’mon, don’t fall asleep on me, darling.” Tyler was sitting on her motel bed, pressed against (y/n). They had shared dinner a while ago, finding shelter in the dark room while she tried to stay awake, all because of her doctor’s orders. 

“Well then do something to entertain me, the movie sucks.” Her chuckles rang in his ears, sounds that made his heart beat faster as he gazed down at her while her eyes found his. Tyler pondered over his choices for a second or two before he tilted his head down and kissed her, softly pressing his lips against (y/n)’s.

It took her a second to give in to the touch, allowing her hand to find the back of his neck to pull Tyler further down towards her. Their lips kept meeting, sharing desperate kisses that were fuelled by the emotions both were still a stranger to after deeply hating the other for the past years. A hate that had always been accompanied by a form of lust and longing for the other, longings they had never dared to even think about for longer than a handful of seconds.

Tyler shuffled around to hover over her, keeping her trapped between him and the bed while her hands moved from his neck to his shirt, slowly popping open the first few buttons. Her fingernails scratched at his skin as she tried to push the fabric down his broad shoulders, leaving him to groan at the feeling of her skin pressed against his.

For a second, he interrupted the kiss, chasing the distance to rid himself of his shirt. (Y/n) had seized the moment to reach for his belt, unbuckling it with a kind of urgency that made both their hearts race even faster. Her shirt followed moments later, exposing her bra-clad chest to his wandering eyes - a sight that made his cock twitch in his tighter growing jeans. 

“Lean back, baby, let me do the work, you shouldn’t move much.” His voice dripped with lust, a low growl that shot shudders down her spine. (Y/n) sank back into the pillows, watching Tyler move closer to slowly undo her bra. Within seconds he had latched onto her right nipple while his hand palmed her left breast, making her sigh in relief. 

Tyler seemed to know exactly how she needed to be touched, how to draw her closer to the edge she’d eventually fall from. He was everything she hadn’t known she needed, while he had deep down always known that having (y/n) would mean his end. Every second was cherished by the both of them, though while Tyler tried to calm himself, (y/n) silently prayed that he’d move faster. 

“Tyler,” his name rolled off her tongue like a Sunday morning prayer, repeated over and over again. Their eyes held contact as he kissed his way down to her jeans, undoing them with skilled fingers to pull them down her legs with her panties in tow. And there she laid, naked in front of him as he thanked his lucky stars for pushing them into this mess. His fingers itched to take a picture of her, needing to remember this very moment until he’d take his last breath, but the sigh of his name forced him to move again. 

“Shh, I got you, baby. Let me take care of you.” With her thighs spread for him to settle between, Tyler kissed his way to her aching core. His calloused fingertips felt rough against her pulsing bundle, adding enough friction to get her to arch her back. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close the second his tongue brushed her folds, groaning at her taste. 

“Oh fuck, Ty’, need more.” His chuckles vibrated on her skin, making her shudder while he pushed two fingers into her. Her walls fluttered around his digits, curled against her swollen spot while he sucked on her bundle. Moans clawed through (y/n), knowing that he was pushing her towards her orgasm all too quickly. 

“You taste so sweet, how could I have missed out on this for so long.” Tyler’s groans made her chuckle - sounds that bled into moans as he sucked on her clit again. She gave it a few more seconds before pushing him away, leaving him confused while she tried to catch her breath.

“Fuck me, make me cum on your cock.” Her whispered words made him groan, forcing Tyler to move to get rid of his jeans and boxers, exposing his aching cock to her eyes. (Y/n) made a silent note to suck him off later tonight, needing to feel him rest on her tongue. 

She watched Tyler rip open a condom with his teeth, rolling it down his cock before settling between her thighs again. He hovered over her, had one hand pressed to the mattress next to her pillow, while the other held onto her hip. Their eyes stayed connected as he pushed into her, leaving both groaning in relief. 

“You’re even tighter around my cock, you’ll be the death of me, darling.” His words felt like praises, making her lightheaded and aching for air to flood her gasping lungs. Her walls fluttered around him to pull him in deeper, allowing Tyler to push fully in before pulling out again, set on a slow rhythm. 

“Faster, please.” An almost devilish smirk tugged on his lips, his bright eyes twinkled with mischief but his thrusts stayed slow, calculated almost. 

“You can’t move too much, baby, gotta take care of your head.” Her teeth were buried in her lower lip, leaving marks while she stared up at him with annoyance laced in her gaze. Tyler could only chuckle at her while fucking into her deeper, clearly enjoying her struggling. One of her hands found his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss while wrapping her legs around his waist.

Both groaned in unison as she tugged him in closer, wondering how they fit together so perfectly. Too much time has been lost over the last years, time they could have spent just like that, pressed together in the most intimate way imaginable. Time they now had to make up for, chasing highs and lows together, giving in to the emotions they had to adapt to, all while falling in love with one another. 

“Stop teasing me, I don’t care about my head.” Her words left him chuckling, spurring him on to move a tad bit faster - but not nearly fast enough to push her closer towards the high she was aching for. 

“Ask nicely for it.” It was a simple command - a command she’d normally curse him for with calling him all sorts of names. But she was desperate, aching for her orgasm only he could push through her now.

“Please, Tyler. Fuck me harder, make me cum.” He didn’t reply verbally, only moved faster with a smirk resting on his lips. She left marks on his back with her fingernails, making her shudder against him while her free hand found her aching bundle of nerves, giving her the needed push.

Tyler watched her fall apart beneath him, a sight that left his chest swelling with pride. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while his own moved closer. With a deep groan Tyler followed her down the edge moments later, forehead pressed against hers, hand fisting the bed sheet. 

He pulled out of her, got rid of the condom and found his way back to her to pull (y/n) against his warm chest. Both were chasing their breaths while clinging to the other, allowing it all to finally sink in. 

“How’s your head?” Tyler’s whispered words made her smile, pressing a kiss to his naked chest before allowing her eyes to find his bright ones. She cupped his cheek with one hand to feel his stubble pressing against her palm, cherishing the calm moment that felt all too new to them both.

“Not hurting, thank you for taking care of me.” She pressed another kiss to his chest before letting her head drop against it, hearing his slightly accelerated heart pound in his chest. 

“Anything for you, baby.” 

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ot7 vampire enhypen (part five!!!???!)

you listen to eunchae and meet some people with interesting backstories

ni-ki has been following the rules (yay!)

sunghoon, jay and the others are worried about you

next part will be straight nsfw/smut with the four oldest. hehe.

if any names are misspelled i apologize!!

not proof read. please like, comment and reblog but please don’t repost and translate!!!

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ni-ki arrived to the house at exactly 4:59 pm, but him being on time was the least of jays and sunghoons worries.

ni-ki entered announcing himself, but got no response. he walked into the living room seeing each of the guys sitting.

jungwon, sunoo and jake on the couch, heeseung on the floor his head between his knees, sunghoon in a chair, jay pacing.

“what’s going on? if yall are worried about me, im here? i didn’t break curfew!” ni-ki stated and looked at jake.

“it’s not you they are worried about.” sunoo answered.

with a joke ni-ki said, “so i could’ve met that girl and yall wouldn’t have cared?”

that got all their attention, jay said, “absolutely not. don’t tempt us, ni-ki.”

“what girl?” jake asked with a smile on his face.

“some girl that kept staring at me and our favorite human.” ni-ki answered, throwing his bag on the floor as he plopped next to jake.

“her name?”

“eunchae.”

“ni-ki,” sunghoon warned but ni-ki nodded in understanding.

“i know i know, stay away from her.” he rolled his eyes. even though he wasn’t. he was intrigued by eunchae and her story.

“they’re worried about her.” jungwon sighed picking at his nails.

“who? eunchae?” ni-ki asked confused.

“no, it’s—,”

“what are we gonna do?” heeseung asked finally speaking up. “i mean we can feed on the bags we have and other humans, but her blood was special, we all know that.”

“not all of us.” ni-ki mumbled but no one either heard him or paid attention to him.

“i will talk to her.” jay stated.

“and look where that got us!” sunghoon argued. “she stormed out yelling fuck you to the both of us!”

“she can’t ignore us forever, sunghoon. she belongs to us. we own her.”

“technically we don’t, not yet anyway.” sunghoon pointed out.

“what was i supposed to do, hold her down and bite her?”

“that would’ve been better than ignoring her questions!”

“she was asking what happens to her and her future! she asked me to change her to a vampire, sunghoon.” jays voice was getting louder. “she had the nerve to say she’d fall in love, get married and have kids with someone that isn’t us.”

“well we can’t have kids.” jake retorted but jay wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“shut it, sim.” jay snapped.

the guys have never seen jay this way, ever. only sunghoon has seen him like this, over a century ago.

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eunchae had brought you to the house off campus she shared with 5 other girls.

the house was gorgeous, another historic home, with a huge porch and a porch swing. the boys house was more polished while this house seemed more comfy and lived in.

“kura! kazhua!” eunchae yelled.

a brunette came down the stairs holding her ears, “dang eunchae, why so loud?”

“is unnie sakura and kazhua here?”

the brunette nodded, and grabbed a bag you were assuming was hers. “im going to meet jen and chae at the library.”

“okay, bye garam!”

the brunette, garam, left, and two other girls came down the stairs.

“girls, we need to talk to you.” eunchae said with a pout.

in summary, all the girls who lived in this house was a seraphim, or fallen angel living in a human body they died in. you learned sakura, the oldest knew jay in the past, kazhua knew sunghoon.

how?

jay fed from sakura often, and sunghoon kazhua. sakura became a seraphim because of jay. he hurt her so bad when he was done with her. she was in tears running home when she was hit by a horse carriage. kazhua became one after she got hurt by sunghoon. she went to run from him and she fell down a hill hitting her head on a rock. sunghoon panicked and ran off. sakura found her hanging on to life.

although they are seraphim’s and typically they aren’t fallen angels, since them as a group specifically don’t serve god, they are considered fallen angels. they want to spread love and light, but can also bring chaos to others.

basically they bring chaos to those who have wronged others, but they have to be careful about it. it could be as simple as someone dropping their food or coffee after paying or as extreme as someone getting murdered.

jay and sunghoon made them each feel special, but in the end, just disappointed them. the icing on the cake was the girls had photos. they mentioned the boys probably got rid of any evidence of a past human relationship when they met you.

by the time they were done explaining you had a terrible headache.

“why don’t you sleep here? you can sleep in one of the bunks in eunchae and garam’s room.” sakura offered. you were too weak to decline.

“thank you.” you smiled. the girls helped you with getting a shower and other hygiene before offering you some extra pajamas that could fit you. you ended up texting your roommate that you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight. afterwards you powered your phone off as it was on 40%.

the house had 4 bedrooms, sakura had her own, chaewon had her own, jen and kazuha shared a room with two twin beds, and then eunchae and garam shared with 2 sets of bunk beds. each girl claimed the top bunk on the beds, so you slept on the one underneath eunchae.

“are you okay?” eunchae asked from the top bunk. it was close to 10 pm and the other girls hadn’t came home from the library yet.

“i don’t know.” you sighed before letting your body’s energy sink and going to bed.

when you awoke the next morning, it was 8 am. typically you had a 10 am class, but looking at your phone when you woke up, they had cancelled. that was your only class for the day.

eunchae came into the room with a smile. “i have class at 10:30. garam should be back by noon. sakura doesn’t have class on tuesdays and thursdays so she’ll be here all day unless there’s some work.”

you nodded. “thank you for everything.”

“of course. I heard their stories after i met sakura and kazhua and saw how much it affected them. even to this day. when i learned about you i felt i needed to warn you.” eunchae said softly. she waved and turned to leave.

sakura told you what they told you last night should not dictate your decision if you keep seeing the guys and allowing them to feed. she just gave advice to not let yourself get emotionally attached more than you are. to think of it as a transaction, because what have they done for you?

fancy gifts, hotel stays, fancy food, and pet names mean nothing if they don’t understand what you truly like as a person.

you grabbed your belongings, opting to stay in the sweats and hoodie you slept in. they definitely kept it cold in this damn house.

walking down the stairs, you saw sakura meeting you at the door with a smile. “you are welcomed here anytime, okay? don’t think you know this but when you’re here, they can’t track you.”

sakura gave you a hug goodbye as you walked the 5 minutes to your dorm.

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you may have not realized the guys couldn’t track you all night, but they definitely realized.

that night around midnight, sunghoon went to your dorm to check on you. he used his mind power to unlock your dorm door and quietly make his way in. he couldn’t smell a fresh scent from you, and it was confirmed when you weren’t in bed asleep.

he panicked and immediately alerted jay.

sunghoon demanded jay stay behind with sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki, cause first off they needed someone (an elder) at home. secondly, sunghoon didn’t trust jay would approach you calmly once found.

that night, all night, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake spent hours looking and trying to track you with no luck.

when the guys returned to the house, telling jay they didn’t find you, jay stormed into the room where ni-ki and the other three slept, ripping the covers off of ni-ki.

“what the hell man!” ni-ki was not happy being woken up at ungodly hours of the night (ironic huh?).

“what was that girl’s name?” jay asked. by this time jungwon and sunoo were awake as well, sunghoon, jake, and heeseung in the doorway or near the doorway of the bedroom.

“what girl?”

“the one that was staring at you and—,”

“eunchae. don’t know a last name.” ni-ki groaned cutting jay off. ni-ki pulled the covers back over his head in attempt to shut off the conversation. “now let me sleep! i have class at 9.”

jay left the bedroom and began pacing around the house. jay texted you which went unanswered.

jay: love where are you?

that’s where it got him now, staying in the shadows as he stood outside your 10 am class. except the students or professor or you never came.

jay had class at 11 so it was sunghoons turn. he stood in the shadows by your dorm. and there you were. walking with your (?) hoodie up, eyes down, swiping into your dorm.

you unknowingly being watched, went up to your empty dorm, and peeled off the clothes you borrowed, grabbing an oversized shirt of heeseung’s slipping it over your head just as a knock came to your door.

you cursed yourself after opening it, without looking in the peephole. you went to shut it, but sunghoon was too strong. “baby doll, don’t be like that.”

he pryed the door open and you stepped back as he stepped him. “go away, i don’t want you here.” your voice shook.

“i did a nice thing by knocking, i could’ve just tampered with the door.” sunghoon tsked.

you swallowed knowing you were stuck. “what do you want sunghoon?”

“baby doll, where were you last night? me and some of the guys looked for you but couldn’t find you. you had jay so worried.” sunghoon pouted. he was faking his empathetic voice.

“well you didn’t look hard enough because i was here in bed.” you crossed your arms.

sunghoon shook his head, his tongue clicking in disappointment, “baby doll, we don’t like liars, especially me.” his voice lowered an octave with the last part with a growl.

“im not lying!”

“i came into your dorm last night and you were not here.” sunghoon growled.

“huh—?”

“i told you i could easily open your lock with my mind.” sunghoon smirked. “now where were you?” he gritted out.

you both were interrupted with a knock on the door. funny, sunghoon didn’t smell anyone coming.

sunghoon turned and opened the door seeing a red hair girl.

“hey are you okay?” she rushed towards you enveloping you in a hug. in your ear she whispered, “im jen, i was warned by eunchae you might need help.”

sunghoon couldn’t hear what she whispered. who was this girl?

jen turned towards sunghoon with a fake smile. “i think she needs some sleep. she had a long night.” jen smiled emphasizing “long.”

the tips of sunghoons ears began to turn red.

“who are you?” sunghoon asked.

“jen. im her friend.”

“she doesn’t have friends.”

“hey!” you interrupted. “please leave, im not feeling well, jen will make sure i get rest.”

“no, you will come home with me.” sunghoon stared at you intensely.

“no.” you shook your head.

“yes.” his eyes darkened.

“i said no sunghoon.” you stated. sunghoon looked at you confused then sighed.

“fine.” sunghoon said nothing more as he stormed out of your dorm, slamming the door. luckily it didn’t fly of the hinges with his strength.

you were so confused at his behavior, but jen wasn’t. “he was trying to mind control you to get you to leave with him.” jen said, basically answering your confusion.

“huh?” now you were even more confused.

jen explained the tea you had at their house had a drug in it to prevent any vampire or other supernatural creature from using their mind control or other powers on you or even them. seraphim’s could be easily manipulated by vampires or other supernatural creatures.

“how long does it last?” you asked. jen answered with at least 3 days. “good. im gonna need more of that.” you were going to need it to prevent any further manipulation from the guys.

in the mean time, jen added you to a new group chat she made with the girls for you to text whenever you needed them. if it was an emergency you was just to text them, ‘hi angels,’ and they’d find you and come to you.

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earlier that morning

“why looking so glum riki?” eunchae asked a tired looking ni-ki on their way to class. she happened to have an extra cup of coffee.

“my damn boss woke me up in the middle of the night asking dumb questions.”

“you call him boss?”

“he acts like he’s my boss.”

“call him den mother. that’s what he’s more like.” eunchae teased. “so why did he wake up you asking dumb questions?”

ni-ki explained how you went missing apparently and the guys were worried they couldn’t find you.

eunchae laughed, “she wasn’t missing, she was just hiding from yall.”

“yeah the olders didn’t like that.” ni-ki shook his head, “they’re so protective over her.”

“you mean possessive?”

“that too.” ni-ki sighed and explained the rest of the story and how they were gonna take turns this morning staking out your class and dorm.

that perked eunchae’s ears, but it also got her nervous when ni-ki told her that he told jay about her. eunchae quickly took out her phone to text the girls in the group chat, warning them you may need help.

“you haven’t told them that im a seraphim, right?”

ni-ki shook his head. “no, should i?”

eunchae quickly shook her head. “absolutely not. your kind hates my kind.”

ni-ki’s left eyebrow raised. “why is that?”

“it’s better to not know.”

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it was currently 6:53 in the evening, and you have 30 missed calls and 177 unread messages from: jay, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake.

jungwon even texted to ask if you were okay, and it hurt you to not reply back. but you couldn’t be sure if it was actually jungwon, or perhaps jay and sunghoon using the other guys to get through to you.

jay: love answer your phone

sunghoon: babydoll, you answer us or face the consequences

heeseung: baby are you okay? we are worried about you

jake: im hungry for you. can we meet? i miss you.

jungwon: are you doing okay? im worried about you.

the absolute last message from jay sent chills through your body.

jay: love, you are going to regret ignoring us. you have until 7 pm tonight to answer us or you’re going to face some extreme consequences.

it was now 7:02 pm. your phone dinged with an email from your professor for tomorrows class. the same class jay was a teaching assistant for.

from: profkong@university.edu

class, tomorrow will be mandatory as we discuss finals. if you miss tomorrow, that will deduct 600 points out of your final grade. remember, the highest number of points to obtain from this class is 2000, and you need at least a 1800 to pass.

dammit you had planned to skip that class. jay must’ve done this on purpose so you couldn’t avoid him.

you were sure no one even had close to 800 points because many of the highest point assignments didn’t begin until later in the semester.

you were fucked. and you were scared to know what consequences jay and the guys could possibly have for you.

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She could hear the commotion from all the way in her cell. (y/n) stirred from inside the cage she was kept in, too weak to move. Seems like another dream, it's always the same one lately, as if her subconscious still kept the hope alive when her conscious mind gave up a long time ago.

(y/n) cracked her heavy eyelids open, her eyes adjusting to the darkness rather quickly, considering the amount of time she had spent there. She no longer felt cold, her shivering had stopped a long time ago.

Wriothesley and his men would come through the door any moment now, and would pick her up and get her out of there, and she would wake up right as the sunlight hit her skin. She was all too familiar with the dream that had repeatedly occurred, bringing her hopes up only to shatter again when her eyes opened and she was still in the darkness of her cell-

Footsteps.

The door slammed open, making (y/n) flinch, her heart sank when she noticed that the silhouette at the door seemed to have a lab coat on.

Not a dream, get up.

(y/n) could feel herself start to hyperventilate, tears forming. What is he going to do now? She has nothing left, she was declared a failure already and left for dead. Wasn’t the beating last night enough?

No more, please-

The lab coat-clad figure stopped in front of her and nudged her with his foot, sending jolts of pain all over her body. “I’m afraid our time together must come to an end.” Arderne looked down at her and knelt, brushing hair away from her face, making her flinch in disgust.

“I would escape myself and let you go or die alone, whatever, but you know too much, and I'm not risking it.”

(y/n) felt him put his hand over her nose and mouth, squeezing them both shut. Her eyes widened, her air supply was cut off. Hwr body seemed to move on its own, trying to tear his hands away, to claw his face, but she was too weak. It had been so long since they last fed her..

The darkness at the corners of her eyes started closing in and soon everything was black.

“Goodbye 1102” was the last thing she heard.

(y/n) felt like she was drifting through the darkness, the pains and aches in her body numbed by the cold. At least she wasn’t in pain. In moments like these during her captivity were when her mind drifts. Coming back to the memories of her fiancé, the bright happy days felt so far out of reach, almost like a fabricated memory. Pain has been her reality for a while, she didn’t know how much longer she could endure it.

The darkness stretched before her as she continued to sink through its comforts. She could vaguely hear someone talking, a deep voice, slurred and muddled. She didn’t want to wake up, not anymore. If this is it then she wanted to go while it’s peaceful.

Suddenly a sharp pain burst from her chest, startling her. Involuntarily she could feel herself being tugged back to reality, and in her dazed state, she felt herself cough hard.

What’s going on? I can’t do this anymore, it hurts. Please, make it stop-

In her panicked haze, (y/n) almost missed the feeling of arms around her, and a very strong chest.

No… No no no no they sent someone this strong, how am i supposed to take another beating? I can’t-

I can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t.

Please no more.

She tried in vain to push and get away from him, but he held her firmly and effortlessly.

(y/n) felt herself losing consciousness again, her whole body felt like jelly.

Please… Just let me die.

• • •

She was back again in the comfort of the dark.

(y/n) wondered if she’s actually dead now. Perhaps her body couldn’t take it anymore? Eitherway, she no longer felt pain, so that’s a plus.

Her thoughts drift to Wriothesley, as it always does whenever she gets a moment of respite. She remembered the way his canines flash every time he gave her the grin he only reserved for her. How is he? Will I ever see him again?

The regret felt like broken glass was coursing through her veins. (y/n) wished she could cry, but her heart felt numb, as if devoid of emotions.

I want to see him.

I just need to see him one last time.

I need to say my goodbyes and tell him it’s okay to move on.

I need to tell him I love him, and that I'm sorry.

With every thought, she felt the pain intensify, more and more until she felt the familiar tugging, as if her body was pulling her back to the surface of consciousness. And the closer she came to the surface.

It hurts.

Her eyes shot open.

The first thing that greeted her once her eyes focused was the ceiling. The darkness of the room indicated that the lights were off, with the soft light coming from the small crack underneath a door providing minimal light for her to see. Panic rose inside her as her ears picked up the beeping noises coming from her right, it seemed to increase in frequency as her heart started racing faster. A hospital room. Arderne.

What made him decide to take her back? She thought she was labelled a failed subject already?

Trying not to panic, (y/n) winced as she sat up slowly, and looked around the room. She could make out a figure, a mountain of a person, bundled up under blankets. The person seemed fast asleep on the couch at the corner of the room.

She tried to control her breathing, get her heart rate down.

(y/n) knew she would be punished if she woke this person up, and she didn’t want to take another beating, not with this person, they look so big. Memories of her beating flashed behind her eyes.

A flurry of fists.

Hard boots.

In her panic, she did not notice the figure starting to stir.

Wriothesley blinked, and shot up to his feet the moment he noticed her heart monitor going wild.

“(y/n), you’re awake?” he rushed to her side.

But that only seemed to make her panic more, she’s hyperventilating at this point, the heart monitor beeps kept increasing in frequency.

“I-I’m sorry.” (y/n) flinched away from him, “I didn’t mean to wake you, please. I’m sorry.”

“What- (y/n), it’s me, you’re safe now-” he raised his hand to soothe her, but the sudden motion seemed to set her off. She cried out and raised her arm to shield herself. The heart monitor started ringing. Alerting the medical staff outside.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Wriothesley wanted to murder the people who did this.

"(y/n), sshhh, listen to my voice, you're safe now. It's me, Wriothesley. Whatever you think you're seeing is not real-"

Right then the room door opened and medical staff rushed in with a crash cart. With a quick glance around the room assessing the situation, the nurse immediately knew what was going on.

“Sir, I need you to step back. We’ll help.” She said as she and several more nurses went closer to the bed to sedate (y/n).

“I’m sorry!” (y/n) was back in the facility again. The experiment chambers, the injections. The pain

So much pain.

She can’t take that again. Not again.

Nurses held down her arms and legs as (y/n) started to thrash and cry. No more. Please.

Wriothesley could only watch, helpless, as he sank back to the couch. He watched (y/n)’s thrashing slowly stop, and her heart rate going down as her eyes slowly flutter shut. Her mouth kept repeating apologies and pleas to not hurt her.

He couldn’t do anything.

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A/N:

And that concludes chapter 2! What do you think of the story so far?

Why do I enjoy the emotional anguish hnghh. I wanna comfort Wrio so bad but seeing him go through all the angst is... satisfying? Its weird. Anw new chapter coming in a week-ish, and you'll see a but more of what (y/n) went through during her captivity.

Until then, I'm trying to focus on finding (art) commission clients, November has been like a dry river. I hope I find clients soon :")

Oh and Arderne is an NPC in Meropide, a doctor, I just uhh… borrowed his character to be the villain (sorry Arderne)

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'Complicated' (Part 4) - Kaz Brekker x reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names) Genre: modern AU, slow burn word count: 5.1k notes: please let me know what you think <3

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tw: past abusive relationship, also, things are going to be more explicit from here

Kaz and y/n were on her bed. She was wearing little to no clothes, and they were slowly working on getting him to some level of undressing. Inej would be back in a week, and his nerves were preventing him from being more at ease. y/n was seated on his lap, her legs on his sides, and was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, talking to him, kissing him, keeping him distracted from her fingers. Kaz, on the other hand, was fighting with half of his brain not to throw up and the other half not to react too evidently to their position. y/n was so close that he was sure she would be able to feel any changes. He knew she wouldn’t mind, but he would want to erase himself from the earth.

“Kaz, breathe,” she reminded him. His shirt was open, and she was taking in the sight of his upper body.

“Stop biting your lip,” he said playfully.

“Sorry, you’re a good view,” she replied, smiling.

She waited for him to steady himself a bit and was about to touch his chest when they heard someone screaming outside.

“y/n, where the fuck are you?”

The girl paled. “No, no, no. Who the fuck let him in?” she said, panicking. She quickly got up and put on a robe.

Someone kept shouting angrily for her. “y/n, what is going on?” asked Kaz, worried. He had never seen her embarrassed about anything, and there she was, trembling with wide eyes.

“My ex-boyfriend,” she whispered. “I have to try and get him out,” she said before leaving the room.

Kaz listened to the loud noise. They were both screaming. A brutal bang followed by her crying in pain made him jump out of the bed and storm out of the room, just to witness the guy slamming her into the wall. Kaz grabbed him by the shoulders and forcefully got him out of the apartment, while the other guy kept shouting.

“Who are you? Another one of her clients or one of her boyfriends? That whore is going to ruin you too,” he spat before Kaz threw him down the stairs.

He found her crying on the floor, her temple bloodied, and she was holding her right side. It was the first glimpse of her real life that he saw. Kaz let her compose herself a bit, then helped her up, hissing in pain.

“Can you take me to the police?” she asked with puffy eyes. He nodded, and they gathered their things and got in the car.

The silence was heavy. “Do you want to talk about it?” Kaz needed desperately to know more.

“He was my client. I fell for him. Of course, things didn’t work out because he couldn’t bear the idea of me keeping my job while staying with him.” She talked in brief points, like she had told the story a million times. “Then he started beating the shit out of me regularly so I couldn’t work. It took me months to get out of it. Sometimes he still gets drunk and—” her voice trailed off. Kaz’s hand was already on her thigh, and he squeezed it reassuringly.

They spent some time at the police station, where they blamed her for her bad choices in men. Kaz felt his stomach sink at her defeated face.

“I can call an Uber, there’s no need for you to take me back home,” she whispered once outside. All of his cells screamed that it was the right thing to let her go.

“I’m not letting you go back to that place tonight. You’re staying with me,” he stated firmly.

y/n froze. “Kaz, you already did enough, there’s no need to—”

“y/n, I’m serious. Don’t worry.”

“I… I don’t want to make this weird.”

“It’s not. Come on,” he insisted, opening the car door for her. She hesitantly got inside.

“Can we get McDonald’s?” she asked in a small voice.

He chuckled. “Weren’t you a vegan?”

“Oh, shut up,” she said, letting a nervous laugh escape her lips.

On the drive to his place, they made a detour to the nearest McDonald’s drive-thru.

“What do you want?” he asked her.

“Uhm, a Happy Meal, with chicken nuggets.”

“A Happy Meal? That’s all you’re going to eat?” Kaz raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

“Yes,” she replied with a small smile.

Kaz shook his head, bemused, then ordered two of his usual Big Mac meals and one Happy Meal. As they drove, the car filled with the scent of fast food, providing a strange sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the evening.

When they arrived at his apartment, Kaz opened the door and ushered her inside. “I like your house,” she said, looking around appreciatively at the minimalist, yet cozy decor.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to the couch while he changed into something more comfortable. When he returned, she was seated, her Happy Meal open on the coffee table, the TV already set to Netflix.

They ate in silence, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over the room. Kaz watched her as she nibbled on her nuggets, her appetite seeming even smaller in his spacious living room.

After just two nuggets, she declared, “I’m full.”

“Are you sure?” he insisted, concerned she wasn’t eating enough. She nodded, avoiding his gaze and playing with the toy she found in the happy meal. 

“I have something for bruises that works really well. I’ll get it for you,” Kaz said, leaving her momentarily to retrieve a small jar of cream from the bathroom. Returning, he found her waiting patiently, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion and pain.

She tilted her head to let him apply the cream to the bruise on her temple, then lifted her shirt slightly to expose the large, darkening bruise forming on her side. Kaz’s hands trembled slightly as he tried to avoid touching her breast, focusing solely on the task at hand. The proximity was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

“All done,” he said, pulling away and snapping the lid back onto the jar.

“Thanks, Kaz,” she murmured. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No way, I’ll take the couch,” he countered immediately.

“I am not going to let you leave me your bed. Come on,” she insisted.

“I wasn’t asking,” he said firmly.

y/n sighed, looking at him for a long moment. “We can sleep in the same bed. We already did it,” she said softly.

Kaz held his breath, memories flooding back. Yes, they had slept together, but under very different circumstances—circumstances that involved a transaction. 

“I mean, if you’re comfortable with it,” she added quickly, sensing his hesitation.

“I thought you didn’t work outside your house,” he said, cursing himself for what he was implying.

y/n smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached her eyes. “I’m not working tonight.”

Kaz's heart pounded in his chest. “Okay, then. Let’s get some sleep,” he said, trying to sound casual.

They made their way to his bedroom. The room was simple, yet elegant, with dark wood furniture and crisp white linens. Kaz rummaged through his wardrobe to find something for her to sleep in, carefully avoiding the section where Inej's clothes hung—a stark reminder of the boundaries he was perilously close to crossing. He handed y/n a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, averting his gaze as she changed in front of him. The intimacy of the moment made his heart race, but he forced himself to look away, focusing instead on the patterns in the wood grain of the floor.

Kaz slid into bed, feeling the cool sheets against his skin, while y/n brushed her teeth in the bathroom. The mundane sounds of running water and the rustle of clothes brought a strange sense of normalcy to the otherwise charged atmosphere. When she finally joined him, she maintained a respectful distance, both of them lying on their sides facing each other.

"Thanks, Kaz," she said, her voice soft and earnest. "No one ever stepped in for me like this." Her eyes locked onto his, seeming to pierce right through him, searching for something deeper. She rested a hand on the space between them, a silent invitation, leaving the choice to him.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He felt the weight of her gaze, the sincerity in her voice, and the vulnerability in her posture. Slowly, he reached out and covered her hand with his. The cold of her skin against his sent a jolt through him, but it also brought an unexpected sense of comfort.

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do or say. The lines between them had always been clear, but now they were blurred, muddied by the raw emotions of the night. y/n shifted closer, her cold feet brushing against his legs, sending a shiver up his spine. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, a stark contrast to the confident persona she usually displayed.

"Great kiss moment," she whispered with a faint smile, breaking the tension. Kaz couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her words. She turned onto her other side, putting some distance between them once more.

As he lay there, Kaz’s mind raced. He thought about Inej, about the promises he had made to himself and to her. He thought about y/n, her vulnerability, and the strange connection that had formed between them. He knew he was treading dangerous waters, but there was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite understand.

The room was silent, save for the soft sounds of their breathing. Kaz stared at the ceiling, his mind a tangled web of thoughts and emotions. He wondered what it would be like to let go, to allow himself to feel something more. But then, the image of Inej’s face would flash before his eyes, anchoring him back to reality.

Kaz knew he couldn’t stay in this limbo forever. He needed to make a choice, to decide where his loyalties lay and what he truly wanted. But for now, as he lay next to y/n, he allowed himself to simply be. The warmth of her hand in his, the sound of her breathing, the quiet moments of connection—they were enough to bring him a sense of peace, however fleeting it might be.

In the silence of the night, Kaz closed his eyes, holding onto that sliver of peace. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new decisions to make. But for now, in the quiet darkness, he allowed himself to rest.

Kaz was caught in a dreamlike haze, the remnants of a fleeting and indistinct dream still lingering in his mind. He couldn't quite grasp the details, only the sensation of floating, a distant voice calling out to him. In the dream, he felt warmth beside him, and instinctively pulled someone closer, murmuring softly, "Nej." But instead of Inej, his nose was filled with the unexpected scent of cherries, and a voice cut through the haze, bringing him abruptly back to reality.

"I'm not Inej, Kaz," y/n's voice sounded, her sleepy eyes unexpectedly close to his own as he abruptly opened his eyes. 

"Good morning," she greeted with a tight smile, but Kaz was still struggling to process the situation. "You can let me go now, love," she nudged gently. "I mean, I can feel you're happy to see me but—" Kaz quickly pulled his arm away from her waist, putting some distance between them.

"I can make breakfast, if you want," she offered, stretching her arms. Kaz tried to inject some lightness into his voice, asking in his sleepy rasp, "Can you cook?" His attempt at humor came out harsher than intended.

"Of course I can cook. I've been living alone since forever," she commented as she got up from the bed. That was perhaps the third thing Kaz had learned about her.

"I'm coming. I just... need a minute," Kaz muttered, feeling embarrassed, but y/n chuckled softly in response.

As they ate breakfast, Kaz gradually realized that she had cooked just for him, while she herself ate a piece of bread and sipped coffee. "Fuck, you're vegan, sorry I forgot—" he began, only to be interrupted by y/n shaking her head.

"It's fine. I never have breakfast," she reassured him, marking the fourth thing he learned about her. “And do you mean that you forgot? Were you planning on inviting me over?” she added playfully. “It came out wrong,” he chuckled. 

"Can I take a shower? I have some things to do around here, and it would be great not having to go back home," she asked after finishing her coffee, and Kaz nodded agreeably, still focused on his meal.

Kaz checked his phone absently, sending a good morning text to Inej and reviewing his Google calendar for the day. Just as he was settling into the day's routine, a loud knock on the door shattered the tranquility.

"Kaz, it's Jesper. I know you're in here," Jesper's voice called out from beyond the door.

Kaz cursed under his breath, realizing in an instant that he was not alone. Two cups and two plates on the table, her purse left on the couch—all clear evidence that he couldn't hide.

"There you are," Jesper greeted upon entering with his spare key, spotting Kaz frozen at the kitchen table. "Kaz, are you alright?" he asked, concern etching his features.

Kaz struggled to find the right words, knowing Jesper was seconds away from discovering he wasn't alone. "Did you have breakfast twice or are you behind on washing dishes?" Jesper inquired casually, though his eyes wandered and inevitably landed on y/n's bag.

"Look, Jes, it's not a good moment. Can you come back later?" Kaz attempted to deflect, hoping to buy some time.

"What do you mean, not a good moment?" Jesper persisted, his eyes scanning the room and fixing on y/n's belongings. "Kaz, are you alone?" he raised his brows pointedly.

"Of course I'm alone," Kaz replied quickly, but before he could say more, y/n's voice echoed from the bathroom.

"Kaz! I can't find your blow dryer," she called out, appearing in the doorway with damp hair. Jesper's mouth fell open at the sight.

Kaz looked heavenward, silently grateful that she was wearing clothes. She had pulled on her leggings and the shirt Kaz had lent her to sleep in, but it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Drops of water from her hair were staining the white shirt further, adding to the awkwardness of the moment.

"Kaz? Why is this girl here and why is she wearing your clothes?" Jesper's voice cut through the silence.

"I'm not wearing his clothes," y/n interjected quickly, but Jesper pointed to the writing on her shirt.

"That shirt says 'from Jesper.' I gave it to him," Jesper pointed out.

"My grandma's name is Jesper," y/n quipped with a hint of amusement, unable to hide a smirk. Kaz couldn't help but snort loudly at her attempt to divert the attention away from the awkward situation, and Jesper redirected his focus back to Kaz.

"I can't believe you. You're actually cheating on Inej," Jesper accused sharply.

"I'm not cheating," Kaz retorted, feeling defensive.

"Then what are you doing? Come on, Kaz, how much evidence can you try to negate?" Jesper pressed on, his frustration palpable.

Kaz and y/n exchanged a quick glance, and Kaz noticed a pang of guilt in her eyes. He wanted to tell her that his web of lies wasn't her fault. He weighed his options, contemplating whether to come clean and explain their arrangement, hoping Jesper would understand. Or he could let Jesper think he was cheating on Inej, knowing Jesper would likely go and tell her himself.

"Look, Jesper, it's not what you think," Kaz began, trying to choose his words carefully.

"Then what the fuck is this?" Jesper demanded.

"She's helping me with—" Kaz started to explain, but y/n cut in bluntly.

"I'm a sex worker," she blurted out, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.

Jesper's jaw dropped, stunned into silence. "You're even paying to cheat on her? Saints, Kaz, with her history? A... a whore?" Jesper's words came out in disbelief and anger.

"Don't call her that," Kaz snapped, rising from his seat defensively. "Oh, sorry, how should I call her?" Jesper mocked back, his tone laced with disdain.

"It's just a temporary arrangement, Jesper. It's not... I'm doing it for Inej," Kaz tried to explain, feeling the weight of Jesper's judgment bearing down on him.

"Yeah, right. Do you even listen to yourself?" Jesper retorted sharply, his frustration evident.

"I should leave," y/n murmured quietly, hurt evident in her eyes.

"Yes, you fucking should," Jesper responded harshly.

Kaz and y/n made their way to the door together, their exit punctuated by a tense silence. "Kaz, I'm so sorry. I—" y/n began apologetically.

"It's not your fault. I'll try to handle him," Kaz reassured her, placing his hand over hers on the doorknob. Their eyes met for a brief moment, unspoken understanding passing between them, before she nodded and left.

Kaz turned back to face Jesper, bracing himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. The tension in the room was palpable, and it didn't take long for their exchange to escalate into a full-blown argument. Voices were raised, accusations were hurled, and the air crackled with frustration.

Kaz tried desperately to make his friend understand his reasons, explaining his need to acclimate to human touch for Inej's sake. But Jesper, his skepticism deeply rooted, remained unconvinced. "Look," Jesper said, his voice weary from hours of arguing, "I don't want to know anything. I still don't know if I should believe you or not, because you've been in love with Inej since the first time you laid eyes on her. Just don't hurt her, Kaz, and don't hurt yourself too."

Kaz nodded, equally exhausted. The weight of Jesper's words pressed heavily on his shoulders, mingling with his own doubts and fears. Despite the exhaustion, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about y/n, wondering what she was doing, how she was feeling. The argument with Jesper had only intensified his concern.

He gave in and texted her, ‘Everything okay?’ The minutes felt like hours as he waited for a response, his mind conjuring up all sorts of scenarios. Finally, his phone buzzed with a reply—a picture of a piercing studio. Kaz frowned, curiosity piqued. He stared at the image, wondering what she was up to and if she was okay.

Just as he was about to text her back, another message came in, this time from Inej. It was a picture of her suspended in the air, performing one of her daring acrobatic feats. A rush of anxiety washed over him, a familiar sensation whenever he saw her in such precarious situations. ‘Be careful,’ he replied, feeling a pang of protectiveness. Moments later, a heart emoji popped up on his screen, and he couldn't help but smile.

Still, the unresolved tension from his argument with Jesper gnawed at him. He knew he needed to clear his head, to find a way to balance the complex web of his relationships. He couldn't afford to let his emotions spiral out of control. He decided to distract himself by diving into work, hoping that focusing on tasks would help him regain some semblance of calm.

Hours passed as Kaz immersed himself in his work, but his mind kept drifting back to y/n. The image of the piercing studio lingered in his thoughts, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to check on her. He picked up his phone and typed out another message, ‘What are you getting pierced?’ He hit send, half expecting a quick reply and half preparing himself for silence. And she didn’t answer.

***

Three days before Inej’s arrival, Kaz found himself once again on the familiar couch in the dimly lit apartment. He sat there, rigid and tense, while the usual girl was lounging nearby, engrossed in her phone and watching TikToks. From y/n's room, the most wild, unabashed sounds were emanating, echoing through the otherwise quiet space.

“Please, please, I want more,” y/n cried out, her voice laced with desperation. “I can take it.”

Kaz felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. The secretary snorted at his obvious discomfort, still not looking away from her phone. “I think she’s trying to prove a point,” she observed nonchalantly. Her detachment only added to Kaz’s awkwardness.

Kaz didn't know how to respond. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rawness of y/n's cries making him feel a strange mix of emotions. The haunting words from her friends—‘Wait until he discovers that you’re an animal in bed’—kept replaying in his mind, a mantra that fueled his sense of inadequacy. Despite his attempts to focus elsewhere, her pleading grew more and more desperate, wrapping around his thoughts like a suffocating fog.

Finally, the sounds ceased, and Kaz exhaled a breath. The oppressive silence that followed was almost as unbearable as the noise that had preceded it.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to y/n's room opened. Two men emerged, still adjusting their ties and elbowing each other with satisfied grins. They barely spared Kaz a glance as they left, their casual departure a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him.

Kaz waited, listening to the faint rustle of sheets and the muffled sounds of y/n moving around her room. It took longer than usual for her to call for him. When she finally did, her voice was subdued, almost hesitant.

“Kaz, you can come in now.”

He rose from the couch, steeling himself as he approached her door. Inside, y/n was fixing the pillows on her bed, her movements precise and mechanical. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and something more primal, a lingering reminder of what had transpired.

“Sorry, I had to... clean up,” she said, not meeting his gaze. Her tone was matter-of-fact, but Kaz detected a subtle undercurrent of something else—perhaps fatigue, or maybe a hint of regret.

Kaz swallowed hard, feeling a tight knot form in his stomach. He knew he should say something, anything, to break the tension, but words failed him. Instead, he found himself staring at the freshly made bed, the pristine white sheets a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

When she turned, Kaz's eyes fell on the two matching love bites adorning the sides of her neck. The sight triggered a violent surge of jealousy, his mind involuntarily conjuring images of the two men kissing her at the same time. It made him want to beat them unconscious.

“Fuck, I’m exhausted,” she sighed, collapsing onto the bed.

“Come here, babe. What do you want to do?” she asked, and Kaz mechanically sat next to her, pulling her closer. 

“No shirt?” he proposed, letting his hand linger in her hair.

“Nasty,” she commented playfully.

Like the other day, she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. She began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deftly working each button until she could slide it off and throw it to the floor. The feel of her hands on his bare chest made his heart race, every touch sending electric shocks through his nerves.

“Talk to me, Kaz,” she whispered, her hands exploring his trembling chest.

He closed his eyes firmly, trying to steady his breath. “Were they good?” he asked, unable to shake the image of the two satisfied men leaving her room.

“Yes, actually,” she said, her hands wandering over his arms. She reached his hands and guided them to rest on her waist. 

“Do you like it? When there are more than one?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she said again, her breath warm against his neck.

He flinched at her answer, a knot of tension tightening in his gut. She seemed to sense his discomfort and tickled him with her nose, a soft, affectionate gesture that distracted him momentarily.

Kaz’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The possessiveness, the jealousy, and the confusion about his own desires and boundaries swirled within him. But amidst it all, there was an underlying need to understand her, to connect with her on a level that went beyond their current arrangement.

“Why?” he found himself asking, his voice raw with vulnerability. “Why do you like it?”

She paused, her eyes searching his face. “Because it makes me feel desired,” she said softly. “It’s not about the number of people, Kaz. It’s about the feeling of being wanted, of being the center of attention. It’s a rush.”

y/n pressed her body against his chest, or Kaz pulled her closer until there was no space between them—he had no idea. His breath was fast, his ribcage convulsing against her bra. He felt her lips on his neck, her hands tangled in his hair. “Did you come?” he whispered.

“Twice,” she murmured against his skin.

y/n rolled her hips on his, making him hiss. “Do you like to think about it, Kaz?” she whispered in his ear, her voice a seductive purr. “How everyone gets to fuck me, apart from you?” Her hips stopped moving, and he instinctively started guiding them with his hands still on her waist. “Do you want to know how good they make me feel? How good you could make me feel?”

Kaz felt the control of the situation slipping away from him, yet he craved every word, every movement. He wanted her to keep talking, to keep moving against him, making him feel so close to heaven he swore he saw the light. “I’m just waiting for you, love,” she purred before pressing her lips on his. Kaz felt his hands sliding on her back like he had always wanted to do. Soft moans escaped from both of them, and he was feeling less and less ashamed of them. One hand went to her hair, as usual, while the other pressed her more into him, increasing the friction between them.

He was close, so close.

Abruptly, his thoughts went to Inej—sweet, loving Inej—and he interrupted the kiss, moving her away. “Stop, stop. Safe word, whatever,” he said, passing a hand over his face and through his hair. Kaz was fighting for his life, while y/n casually lay on the bed, looking at him like a cat would watch a small mouse.

She cocked her head, her eyes glinting with curiosity and something darker. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Kaz nodded, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath. “I can’t do this... not like this.”

“What was that?” Kaz asked, locking eyes with her, his voice a mixture of confusion and anger.

“Just wanting to make you feel good. You were finally letting go,” she replied, her tone sharp, a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor.

“I’m not here to let go,” he said almost angrily, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

“Yes, you are,” she shot back, her eyes blazing with a challenge.

“I have a girlfriend,” he countered, trying to remind himself of his boundaries.

“You are my client,” she retorted, harshly. The words cut through the room like a knife, leaving a tense silence in their wake.

Kaz's head shot in her direction, his confusion deepening. Was she mad? Were they fighting?”

“Your girlfriend is not my concern, you are,” she snapped, shrugging off her see-through robe and exposing herself even more. It was a calculated move, a way to push him to the edge. Kaz could see through her tactics, the way she was trying to set some distance between them. She let him hear her with the two men, she edged him until he was about to lose control. A desperate try of letting him see who she truly was. Her nails attracted his focus, they were long and bright red. He hated them. 

“You are here because you want to stay with her, and I am here because I never get enough,” she said, stepping closer and kissing his cheek with an almost cruel tenderness.

“I think you should go,” she added, her voice cold and final.

She was right, but he didn’t want to leave. He had no idea what he wanted anymore. His emotions were a tangled mess, his mind torn between guilt, desire, and confusion.

“You’re trying to push me away,” he accused, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.

“Maybe I am,” she admitted, her eyes hard. “Maybe you need to see what this really is.”

Kaz clenched his fists, struggling to keep his composure. “I’m not some project for you to manipulate.”

“And I’m not some placeholder for your girlfriend!” she shot back, her voice rising. “You come here, seeking something you can’t get from her, and yet you act like I’m the one crossing the line?”

“You don’t understand,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m trying to deal with my issues, to be better for her.”

“And using me in the process?” she challenged, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s not fair, Kaz.”

He took a deep breath, his frustration boiling over. “I never wanted this to become complicated. I just wanted to—”

“To what?” she interrupted. “To fix yourself without getting your hands dirty? Life doesn’t work that way, Kaz.”

Silence fell between them, heavy and suffocating. Kaz felt a lump in his throat, his mind racing.

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked at him, her expression softening slightly. “Figure it out, Kaz. And until you do, maybe it’s best if we don’t see each other.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

He turned and left the room, each step feeling heavier than the last. As he walked away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was leaving a part of himself behind.

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Of course, it didn't last long. Kaz was outside her apartment, watching the light in her room and her silhouette moving around. It was past 2 in the morning, and he was drunk. He promised himself that if her light was off, he would drive back home. He cursed her for being awake, feeling the familiar pull of his conflicting desires. Kaz waited to be sure she was alone, then pulled out his phone and confirmed a transfer of 1500 kruge to her account, labeling it “I'm outside.”

[1heartfanfics]

T.K. has never actually seen Carlos sick. He's seen him injured, panicking, grieving, hell even dead (briefly). But in all the years of their relationship Carlos has never been truly ill. Now T.K. on the other hand, has been sick like a million times throughout his relationship. He's always had a useless immune system, but ever since the hypothermia incident it's been even worse, just like they warned him it would be.

But he knows Carlos. So T.K. knows after one look at Carlos, that he's sick.

He'd heard the door open behind him while he was heating up a cup of tea. "Hey babe, I'm just making some tea, you want some?" he'd called over his shoulder.

When Carlos didn't answer he set the tea down and turned around. Carlos was standing just inside the front door. But he was pale, contrasted by the dark circles under his eyes, and had a sheen of sweat on his forehead matting his curls down.

T.K. quickly moved around the counter and to his boyfriend's side. Carlos seemed frozen in place, keys still in hand and his work bag still slung over his shoulder. T.K. gently took both from him, setting them on the floor.

"Carlos? Hey, you with me baby?" T.K. asked, placing a hand on Carlos's waist.

"Hmm?" Carlos responded.

"Let's get you sitting down okay?" T.K. wrapped one arm around Carlos's back, grabbing his elbow with his other hand to lead him over to the couch. He pulled down on Carlos's hip gently until he was sitting, then moved to sit on the coffee table in front of him.

"Hey," he said, leaning forward to place both hands on Carlos's legs.

"Hey," Carlos repeated quietly, his eyes seeming to focus on T.K. for the first time.

"How long have you not been feeling good?" T.K. asked.

Carlos sighed, then shrugged, "Since lunch maybe? Kept getting worse."

T.K. sighed too. Carlos had worked all day like this instead of calling out sick or even calling him.

"Can you tell me what's bothering you?" T.K. asked, going into paramedic mode without even thinking about it.

"Head, stomach," Carlos shrugged.

"Are you nauseous?" T.K. asked, knowing that could be the most immediate problem.

Carlos shrugged again, "Kinda. Threw up at the station before I left."

T.K. sighed. Why hadn't Carlos called him? He never should have driven home in this state. Now wasn't the time though, he needed to get his boyfriend taken care of before he started belaboring him.

Carlos shivered, folding his arms across his chest and curling in on himself slightly.

"Are you cold?" T.K. asked, reaching forward to feel Carlos's forehead for a fever he already knew was there.

"Mmhmm," Carlos hummed, leaning into T.K.'s hand as his eyes slipped shut.

T.K. moved his hand down to Carlos's cheek, which radiated warmth, letting it rest there for a moment before dropping.

"I'm gonna go get you some medicine and stuff okay? I'll be right back," T.K. said, giving Carlos's knee a squeeze as he got up.

He returned a couple minutes later with a glass of water, two ibuprofen, and a change of clothes.

"Here, take these," he said, holding out the water in one hand and the pills in the other. Carlos held out his hand for T.K. to drop the pills into, then slowly took the water with a shaky hand. He wordlessly popped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them with the worlds smallest sip of water.

"Think you could take a few more sips of that?" T.K. asked as Carlos tried to hand the glass back to him. Carlos was far too pale and too out of it for T.K.'s liking. His paramedic brain knew that Carlos was dehydrated.

Carlos didn't answer, but took two more careful, small, sips of water. It would have to do. T.K. accepted the glass from him and set it on the coffee table beside him.

"Alright, now let's get you out of this uniform, yeah?" T.K. said, showing Carlos the pair of sweatpants and t-shirt he'd grabbed.

Carlos just stared at him blankly.

“You want me to help you?” T.K. asked hesitantly. Normally Carlos was so stoic, preferring to keep things to himself and do everything himself, so it felt weird to see him so helpless. But Carlos nodded, to T.K.’s surprise.

“Okay,” T.K. reached forward to unbutton Carlos’s uniform top, then pulled it down his arms and tossed it on the floor. He helped him into a worn AFD t-shirt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

T.K. stood up, holding his hands out to Carlos, who took them and let himself be helped to his feet. Carlos stayed quiet while T.K. pulled his uniform pants down off his legs.

"Lift a foot up babe," T.K. instructed. Carlos did as he was told, lifting up one foot, then the other, so T.K. could remove his work pants and slide the sweats on instead. T.K. pulled the sweats up Carlos's legs and settled them on his hips.

"Little more comfy?" he asked as they both sat back down.

Carlos just nodded.

T.K. sighed softly. Carlos got like this sometimes, when he was sad or worried about something he'd kind of shut down or freeze up. Apparently it happened when he was sick too.

"Do you want to lay down baby? We could put on a movie, or we could go to bed if you'd rather just sleep," T.K. suggested, now that Carlos was at least comfortable and medicated.

"We can watch a movie," Carlos answered, shrugging.

"Okay. Any requests?" T.K. asked, reaching for the remote.

Carlos shrugged again, but it didn't matter. T.K. knew what Carlos's comfort movie was; Moana. So he put that on, then moved to sit next to Carlos on the couch.

"Come here sweetheart," T.K. said, holding his arms out. Carlos wordlessly shifted himself to lay down in his boyfriend's lap. "There we go," T.K. said quietly, reaching behind him to grab his throw blanket and drape it over Carlos. He rested one arm over Carlos's waist, his other hand moving to run through Carlos's hair.

They watched the movie quietly for a while before Carlos shifted to look up at T.K.

"You okay?" T.K. asked, glancing down at him with worry.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Carlos said, tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh, baby, of course. I love you. I'll always take care of you," T.K. said, cupping Carlos's cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears that fell.

Carlos nodded, "I love you too."

"You know you could've texted or called me earlier? If you're not feeling good all you have to do is let me know and I'll come get you or whatever you need," T.K. continued.

"I know, I'm sorry," Carlos responded, averting his eyes.

"Hey," T.K. gently turned Carlos's face back toward him until Carlos met his eyes again, "It's okay. I know you're used to taking care of yourself. I just want you to know that you don't have to anymore okay?"

"Okay," Carlos said shakily, bringing a hand up to swipe at his watering eyes. T.K. had always been able to see right through him. And Carlos knew that T.K. was right, he wasn't alone anymore. A couple years ago if he'd been sick like this he would've just powered through. But now? Now he had someone to take care of him, who was happy to do so. Carlos had never felt so loved.

[james-potters-biggest-fan]

T4T Jegulus - T Shot

CW: needles and injections, panic attack

word count: 981

I kinda like this idea of influencer James like documenting his transition and journey, would you guys be interested if i wrote more like this?

James hates needles.

He was so excited to start testosterone that he forgot that he absolutely hated needles.

So now he was sitting in the bathroom of his and Regulus' apartment, tears streaming down his face as he stares at the needle in his hand.

He'd gotten it fully ready and prepared and then when it came time to actually inject it, he panicked.

Regulus wasn't home, he still had class today and he wouldn't be home for another hour.

He had the video on his phone running, because he had told his followers about this new advancement in his transition and he had promised to video his first shot by himself.

So now he was panicking, and there's video proof of it.

He's recapped the needle now, and set it down on the counter, so he didn't drop it.

He lets himself slide down the wall to sit with his knees to his chest, god he wishes Regulus was here.

It's almost as if the universe heard his thoughts and granted this wish because right then he heard the front door close and Regulus call out,

"James? I'm home... where are you?"

He didn't think he could get any words out through his hyperventilation, so he hoped Regulus saw the light on in the bathroom and knew he was in there,

"James!- oh, are you in here? Are you okay?"

Regulus gently knocked on the door and James mustered all of his energy together to let out a weak call of,

"Reg?"

The door then opened and Regulus's eyes widened at James' state.

He kneeled down next to him and gently gathered him in his arms, holding him tight against him how Regulus knows he likes,

"Try and focus on me Jamie, okay? Focus on my breathing."

He started to exaggerate his breaths and James listened and felt his chest rise and fall, trying to match the rhythm with his own breathes.

Regulus whispered encouragements to him and ran his fingers through his hair, letting him calm down at his own pace.

Eventually James relaxed, no longer tense in Regulus' arms,

"What happened Jamie?"

"I was supposed to do my first T shot, I forgot how badly I hate needles and shots"

"Oh Jamie, I'm sorry... do you want me to do it?"

"You would do that?"

"Of course I would Love, I did Evan's for months before Barty finally got over his fear of doing it wrong."

James nodded and reached up to rub at his face,

Regulus stood up and reached down to help James up too.

James paused the video and restarted it again while Regulus put on gloves,

"Hey guys, so change of plans here, rather than doing it myself, my wonderful boyfriend is here to do it for me."

Regulus gave a small wave at the camera and ripped open the alcohol pad so he could clean the injection sight,

"I was going to do it, but I had a panic attack when I realized I was going to have to inject myself. In the excitement of this all, I forgot that I am absolutely terrified of needles and getting shots, even after the whole ordeal with my doctor when I got my first one done, so, because he is the best boyfriend ever, Regulus has offered to do it for me."

Regulus smiled and gave him a small kiss,

"Okay, look away, I'm going to inject it."

James complied and he kept muttering over and over again,

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine"

He squeezed his eyes shut and more tears escaped from his eyes as Regulus gently inserted the needle.

It was about 2 seconds before James felt him gently applying a band aid and then giving the spot a kiss.

"Are you alright sweetheart?"

"Yeah I'm okay, I'm fine, I just had my first T shot. I JUST HAD MY FIRST T SHOT!" He immediately started jumping up and down and Regulus joined, wanting to celebrate with his boyfriend.

He grabbed James' face and pulled him into a kiss and then immediately a hug,

"I am so proud of you Love, so so proud. I love you so much."

"I love you so much too Regulus, thank you for doing it for me."

"Of course Mon Amour."

Later that night James hands Regulus his phone with the now edited video of him getting his shot done.

It starts with him introducing the whole thing, when he first tried to do it alone, and then into him preparing the shot, cutting off when he starts to just stare at the needle in the minute before his panic attack, and then again at the start of video, till the end.

"The fans love you and getting to see us interact, but they don't have to. I can cut out the celebration part if you want."

Regulus thought for a moment.

He was always skeptical of having his business out on social media. He liked his private life to be exactly that, private. Especially because when he was with his family still, his name was always all over newspapers and social media.

He knew what he was getting into when he started dating a famous TikToker, but James was always so respectful and willing to cut whatever he wanted out of his video for him, so he minded less because he could control it.

And he wanted people to see James be so happy and celebrating, so he smiles at his adorable boyfriend and shakes his head,

"No it's okay. I like it how it is."

James smiles and writes a quick caption before posting it, silencing his phone and leaving it on the table, curling up in Regulus' arms and starting the movie they had chosen that night.

He could focus on the comments tomorrow, tonight all he cared about was Regulus.

[amethystpath-writes]

P2 Spare Him

Part 1 here

HIII HOW R U? SORRY, IT'S JUST YOUR NEWEST WRITING THE "Spare him" ONE WAS JUST SO LOVELY (Actually, all of your writings are ✨amazing✨) AND MY CURIOSITY IS PEAKED- PLEASE MAKE A PT 2?? (If you don't want to that's okay!)

Hope you're doing well, Thank you and have a great day <333

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omg hi! so i just read your snippet “spare him” and it’s sooo good! i was wondering if you could continue it?

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(A/N): Thank you both!! You guys are too sweet <3 Buckle in, this is a long one :)

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Hero was silent as Villain led her down various corridors of his palace. He had left his audience of council members without a word, and cued his guard to follow along with his free hand. Now, Hero just wondered where they were going. She expected Villain would keep her locked up with the petty thieves and criminals, but they were going up stairs, not down.

She focused on Villain's fingers as they walked, and it wasn't until now that she noticed his knuckles were pink instead of white. He loosened his grip. When? Hero wasn't sure, but this sight was more familiar than the calloused king in the throne room. This touch, this lead, was welcoming, but she couldn't become accustomed to it again. It would be too foolish.

"You may leave us," Villain stated as the three of them approached a door on the right side of a long hall. There were four more doors past the one they stood at, and two behind, while the left side of the hall held the same seven doors.

"Your Majesty-"

"You may leave." Not a request, a demand. This tone would never be usual to Hero. It would never be the tone she expected to hear. His tone hurt, a quill against the drum of her ear, sharp and stinging and sudden. It made her stomach turn.

The guard didn't attempt to argue further. Hero wanted to ask, Would you have hurt him if he didn't leave? Would you have killed him for disobeying? Alas, she remained silent.

Anger would have better suit her situation. Screaming and demanding, beating Villain's chest with her fists. She wished to have her childlike rage back, when her brothers would mix mud into her perfumes or ripping her teabag when she wasn't looking so she would get a mouthful of herbs upon her next drink. Oh, they made her furious.

More than nothing else, she wanted this fury. Instead, she had become tame over the years, questioning her emotions before responding to them. Sometimes, she pondered so long that she couldn't even react in the face of her brother's murder. Sometimes, that was today.

She strode through the now-open door, not even noticing that Villain had entirely released her, walking in alone and leaving her alone in the hall. He didn't demand she follow, just waited with his back against a bedframe that stretched to the ceiling.

Walking into the room further, she noticed an abundance of decorations: tapestries on the walls, rugs beneath the bed and desk, and wooden knickknacks...knickknacks. Those were from Hero; she gave them to him during his last visit, before...

"You kept them."

Looking to Villain, he only nodded. In the throne room, amusement lit Villain's eyes. Now, Hero couldn't see his eyes at all. He wouldn't look at her, much less meet her curious gaze. "He asked me to," he finally said, ignoring her remark about his knickknacks altogether.

"What?"

"Close the door."

Hero obliged, shutting it with a soft thunk. She stood by the door, still, feeling safer by it than being any closer to Villain than need be. He was going to have me executed.

"Your brother. It was the only way to stall your father."

"Villain, what are you talking about?" Whatever it was, could she even trust what he said? Her palms were sweating with anticipation of what he would say next.

"I didn't believe him at first- i didn't want to, but he had these letters, and they had your faither's stamp." Villain's back left the bedpost as he began pacing about the room. His demeanor was panicked, and Hero felt her emotions arising without the time to process them. Tears welled in her eyes, and in her confusion, she wasn't sure why.

"Villain, stop. Stop, I don't know what you're saying." Hero reached behind her to touch the door, to feel anything solid.

"Do you remember my father falling ill." Hero shook her head, despite her recollections. Villain's father had fallen ill upon their last visit to Hero's kingdom. The king came down with fevers and hallucinations. He spoke of his heart beating as quickly as horses' hooves running into battle. He fell into a sleep one day, and though Hero expected a sweat to break across his forehead, one never did. Her own father grimaced and cold it a case of bad weather. It had been dreary and cold, after all.

"My father was poisoned. It wasn't the rain, Hero."

"Did you see it happen?"

"No, but your brother-"

Horror clutched Hero's heart. "Is that why you killed him. You thought he killed your father?" Hero didn't doubt that his father may have been killed, but by her older brother? "You are despicable and you..." She was already pushing the door open, ready to leave, to dart down any hall she had to in order to leave. Learning her brother was killed for nothing almost felt as though he was being killed again.

"Hero, listen to me." His body was in front of her in a flash and his arm held the door. "It was your father, and your brother knew it."

"Nothing you are saying is making any sense. My father would never kill the king of another country without good reason. We were betrothed, Villain." Betrothed since Hero was born; they're kingdoms were always meant to become allies. It wouldn't make since for her father to kill Villain's. There was already an alliance.

"I know, I know. The pieces are scattered. Your brother's words were lost on me, too, but come here. I have the letters from your father."

Hero was reluctant to leave the door she stood by. She didn't trust Villain well enough to leave her one and only escape behind. But then...where would she escape to? Villain had always been faster than her when growing up, and that was as children playing games, not kings chasing runaway prisoners.

Villain seemed to pick up on her hesitancy because he volunteered, "I can bring them to you?" He was already at his desk, clutching papers between trembling hands. His gaze was soft, and Hero found her own gaze meeting the knickknacks on his desk again. Was it possible he was the same boy now that Hero gave those to then?

She nodded.

Villain's jaw clenched as he turned his head to the side with closed eyes. His expression spoke of pain. Hero watched the lump in his throat bob before he gently shook his head, opened his eyes, and began to walk over.

Her palms were hot as she clenched her fists and her shoulders ached with the tenseness strung between them. A knot formed in her throat, as large as Villain's adam's apple. She thought she was going to choke on it as Villain's arm brushed her own. He was leaning in, holding the papers out in front of either of them.

"I'm going to share these with you, but you can't speak about it outside of this room." He paused before gently asking, "Do you understand?"

Again, Hero nodded voicelessly. She felt as though she was in a dream, a sick dream which haunted her, gripped her throat, and wouldn't let her go. Was this real? Was any of this real?

"Your brother found these, trying to play a harmless prank on your father- stuff feathers in his boots; you know how he was."

And so Hero did. She almost felt a smile tug at her lips. She could imagine the scene:

Everyone would be in their chambers, bathing, and dressing for the night. Hero would be on her balcony, looking at the moon, stars, and clouds. Her sweet and mischievous brother would poke his head out of his own door and warn her to stay inside.

‘What did you do now?’ she would ask him.

He would smile and say, ‘Stop worrying, won’t you?’

‘Father is going to have enough of you one of these days.’ Did he? Was Villain telling the truth? It wouldn't explain why villain was the one that killed her brother, but maybe there trily was more to the story than a senseless betrayal.

"-council is fitting for my style of ruling. You are blunt, unlike my own family and council.”

"Wait, wait I wasn't listening." Without thinking, she took the papers from Villain's hands, brushing her fingers against his own. She read and read until, “One of my lords has a garden for the Assassin’s Keep. My wife has always found the flowers unknowingly pretty; it would not be difficult to harvest some…But the lord’s garden is poison.” This last sentence was Hero’s own. “He has been keeping poison in his chambers so acclimate her to their beauty. She would have never thought differently of them.”

“Keep reading,” Villain encouraged.

“I don’t-” Hero couldn’t read any more. Where would it lead? If she kept reading and learned her father really did want to kill Hero family off- “I left my brother, Villain. I have to go back for him.”

Hero turned on a heel, papers clutched tightly in her fist. As her hand reached the door, Villain’s hand stopped her.

“I can’t let you go back.”

“Villain-”

“I will send someone to search for your brother, but it’s not safe for you to return.”

“But he has no one to-”

“For all we know, your father has already started a search party, and what do you think they will do when they find you?”

Well, Hero hadn’t considered that. If her father did want her dead, whatever soldier was in charge of finding her wouldn’t bring her home; they would kill her on the spot, say they found her dead in the woods- much like her own father possibly blaming the king’s death on the weather. It reminded her…She circled back to Villain’s desk with the papers still in hand. Hero thought now, if Villain truly was the nefarious one in all this, well, she was alive now, wasn’t she? Maybe there was some truth behind his words.

“What does your father have to do with this?” she mumbled as she skimmed. “Here.” Hero wasn’t sure why she was pointing it out as if Villain didn’t already know. In any case, she began to read aloud again. “The king is soft- focused too heavily on friendliness than actually protecting his people…Who is this even addressed to?” In her frenzy, Hero didn’t even think to look until now.

Gods, where was her mind? She was once a child full of reactions, then a young lady with a reserved mind, then a daughter- now sister- in mourning, then a prisoner kneeling beneath a sword, and now a woman so desperate for the truth that she couldn’t think straight to retrieve it.

She skimmed the words as she flipped back to the beginning. Surely, the papers were out of order by now. Hero certainly wasn’t keeping track.

“Villain, you killed him.” She slammed the papers down. Hero couldn’t let herself forget this no matter who was involved. Villain still killed her brother. None of these letters could explain that.

Villain drew a breath at this time. “How about I leave you here tonight? You can look at your father’s letters without me breathing down your neck.”

Hero looked up. “Will you be back?”

“Before morning.” Villain nodded to the vastness of the room. “It’s not appropriate to emerge from a room that is not his.”

This was Villain’s room. It made sense; he had a nice desk, rugs, wall decor, a large bed, the knick-knacks Hero gifted him, amongst many other things. It looked much like Hero’s room back at home. But, “Why have the king’s chambers in the middle of the hall?”

“My council said it’s an unpredictable location. Among their own hall, I’ll never be expected.” His lips drew tight and his nose wrinkled as his brows pinched. “Personally, I think it puts me more at risk. After all, a council is not made up of soldiers.”

“Why would your own council put you in that position?”

He shrugged. “Keep reading. I will see you before sunrise. Best you lock the door when you leave.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“Recently, it’s easier for me to sleep with my eyes open. Rummage as you will. My room was always meant to be yours anyway.”

Betrothed. Villain and Hero were always meant to marry. It was meant to unite their kingdoms. If it was already agreed upon, and Hero and Villain were even in agreement, why would her father throw it all away?

She looked to the papers on the desk, sprawled out where she had thrown them. “The key?”

“Look around what you’re familiar with.”

Thoughtlessly, she lifted two of the three knick-knacks. Under one was a small key.

“I’ll slide a clover under the door when I’m ready to come in. Don’t open the door for anyone else.” He turned his back to her, and left with a final, “Sleep well, Hero,” in his wake.

[orangecarton]

Nordic Bunny x Reader WP (W.I.P.)

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TW: Swearing

Honestly this isn't your best moment. You kinda got scammed out of 20 bucks for what you thought was a cheap cosplay of an alien soldier and when you put on said costume you got screamed at to "get back to the ship" and got kidnapped by some purple fish looking creatures. Next thing you know you're in outer space in, what you can only assume is, some sorta Ren Faire for space dorks. It looked pretty cool, but people kept trying to put you to work and getting you to larp with them, talking about some "Ruler of the Galaxy" and "Nightmare to Humanity". It was all really charming but right about now is when you were starting to get the munchies, so naturally you went on the prowl for some poor vending machine and/or food cabinet.

Without any helpful signs around to guide you through this maze of Star Wars ride at Disneyworld and Metallica's love child, you got lost. After walking for a while you start to hear shouting. A sign of life, and perhaps snacks (or at the very least water. Because GOD DAMN was it getting hot). Walking closer the shouts got louder and you could make out some words.

"ANOTHER FAILURE! WHO THE HELL THOUGHT CRABS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!"

"Um, you did... sir."

"SHUT UP, DUM DUM! Are you calling me STUPID?!"

You reached the door and it automatically slid open, just in time for you to see one of your fellow cosplayers get zapped and turned into feathers by an extremely tall guitar monster. In this life or death situation you know it is important for you do react with dignity and poise, as to survive and stay alive. So you respond in kind,

"HOLY SH*T, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! OH MY GOD?!"

Your panicked state causing you to just freeze in place, stuttering and mumbling utter nonsense.

"Excuse me? YOU DARE INSULT AND MOCK ME?? YOUR FEARSOME RULER??!?"

The guitar man struts closer, is it wearing platforms??? He (???) Raises his hand, the one that shot the guy before you (rest in piece). You stumble back and scream,

"AHHHH DONT SHOOT ME PLEASE!! I HAVE BANANAS IN THE FREEZER I STILL NEED TO BAKE INTO BANANA BREAD. They've been in there for months, BUT I PROMISE I'M GOING TO GET TO IT I SWEAR!!"

He falters, and in this moment you take in his appearance. He had a dark robotic and skeletal build, donning some sick ass platform boots, a leather cap, a red tie, and huge shoulder pads. His face was that of an electric guitar, rocking red eyes and scarlet lipstick, and... wait is he just in his underwear?

"What the- You're a human?!"

He lowers his hand and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... I'm a human. What about it?"

"How did you get up here?! Into my IMMENSELY IMPENETRABLE EVIL HEADQUARTERS?!"

"... I walked."

"...Oh."

You both kinda sat in awkward silence for a bit. The issue from before had presented itself once again when your stomach let out a noise that even Godzilla would be jealous of.

"You uh... got any snacks man?" You asked, the fear from before subsiding and your fallen brother in arms forgotten (R.I.P Nathan). Guitar man™ looks at you quizically, then turns around and whispers to himself (you could still hear though because he isn't a very quiet person).

"If I befriend this human... I'll be able to infiltrate the Earth AND TAKE IT OVER THUS BECOMING THE GRAND IMPERIAL EMPORER AND MOST EXTREME BEARER OF AWESOMENESS WHO HAS LOTS OF FRIENDS AND NEVER HAS TO HANG OUT ALONE!! MUAHAHAHA!!!"

"Sooooo... is that a no?"

He turns back around and smiles wickedly,

"Come now human! I will grant you snacks and in return you will become my friend, hang out with me, tell me all of humanities weaknesses and how to defeat Shred Force!"

"Yeah ok." You shrug.

He grabs your arm and just about drags you with him as he strides down the hallway. You stumble but manage to keep pace.

"Hey what's your name anyway?"

"You, my fair accomplice, can call me Nordic Bunny. RULER OF THE GALAXY AND NIGHTMARE TO HUMANITY"

"Cool cool."

What the hell have you gotten yourself into (Seinfeld credits play)

(Sorry for the bad grammar, here's a little doodle for compensation)

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[armored-angel4798]

Eddie was excited. It’s hard not to be when you get to hang out with your best friend who you hadn’t seen for TWO WEEKS. Steve had been clocking a lot of overtime at his new vet tech job. While he loves that Steve is doing something he enjoys now, he misses his beautiful face. Robin was coming much later in the day because unfortunately, she still had to work. Eddie was so excited to get some alone time with Steve. He could hear the stereo playing from the front door. Not really Eddie’s music, but if it makes Steve smile he’ll listen to anything. The scene Eddie was met with when he walked into the house turned his brain into mush.

Steve was dancing through the kitchen in his briefs that left NOTHING to the imagination and using a spatula as a microphone. Eggs were frying on the stove, almost seeming forgotten as Separate Ways played. Eddie officially loves Journey, in fact, he needs to go buy their tapes right now. He’s frozen. Looking away from Steve being happy and free (read: in tight little briefs) is the most monumental task he has ever attempted. He failed. Much like his first two attempts at senior year. He was debating on clearing his throat to let Steve know he was there when he pointed the spatula right at him. Steve froze. Eddie, still frozen, gulped and kept staring. Really, what else was he supposed to do? He has been in love with his best friend for the better part of a year and he walks in on this? His brain is gone. It has leaked out of his ears and been replaced with his dick. His dick that had very much chubbed up without his say so.

“Eddie!” Steve sounds shocked.

It broke Eddie out of his brainmushdickhardfrozen state, and he panicked.

“I’ll go, um, I should leave, yeah. I’ll leave and you can call me, uh, when you’re decent. NOT that you aren’t decent. You’re the most decent man I know and I really respect you so much. So I gotta go.”

“Eddie! Eddie! Wait don’t go.”

“You’re…. IT’S really fine, Steve. I can come back later I’m sorry to interrupt your morning.”

Eddie convinced his cinder block feet to turn so he could walk away. A hand wrapped around Eddie’s wrist before he could take a step.

“Eddie, please stay. I’ll.. I’ll put on some clothes and we can hang. I just didn’t realize you’d be up so early.”

“I would rather you didn’t put on clothes.”

Steve’s eyes widened and Eddie slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Oh, really?” Steve asked.

“Oh my god!” Eddie shrieked not hearing Steve’s seductive tone. “I can’t believe I said that out loud! I’m so sorry Steve, I will go. I’ll just go. I don’t need to be here today. I’m just making a fool of myself. I’m…”

Eddie was shut up by a pair of lips pressing to his. Operation brainmushdickhard was back in full swing as he was pressed against a wall.

“Shut up, Eddie.” Steve whispered when he pulled away.

“You, uh, you are really good at making me.”

“I gotta get my eggs, but then we can discuss further what our plans are for the day.”

Eddie has died. This is the only explanation. He’s dead and this is his heaven. The only thing that would make this better is if Ozzy Osbourne burst through the door asking him to join his band. He stared at the door waiting for it to happen. Then he realized looking at the door was making him miss Steve’s ass jiggling. Can’t have that. Steve was turning back towards him. Plate of eggs abandoned on the counter, pan in the sink. Eddie imagines that this is what it feels like to be a prey animal stalked by a lion. Steve kissed him again and Eddie was helpless, his knees weak as Steve ran his hand down Eddie’s torso. Steve nipped at his ear and Eddie /whined/.

“What do you say we see what we can do about this, hmm?” Steve whispered in his ear as he palmed Eddie through his jeans.

“Is this real?” He asked

“If you want it to be.”

“I want it. I want you so bad.”

“You have me, baby.”

Eddie melted. When Robin got to Steve’s house they were clothed on the couch (thank God). Eddie was practically in Steve’s lap.

“Oh, you finally got your shit together.” She said when she saw them, “also, I’m not staying over if you didn’t change your sheets.”

Eddie blushed and Steve laughed opening his other side for Robin to join them.

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Finals week was on the rise as students prepared for their exams that following week. However Skyler wasn't so productive on studying, rather, he followed Zane around in efforts to explain his brother's disappearance.

"Zane, I'm telling you I didn't just throw some pill down there. It's Jeremy!"

"Come on shorty, you can't expect me believe that." He replied, setting his jersey in his locker. "Stuffing Jeremy down my balls, Did you snoop into your little scenarios again?"

"What? No that's..look, if he wasn't in your balls, why does it look so swollen, can you explain that?" He paused, looking toward the jock as he crouched along a bench. His fingers dug through the leg hole, scratching at the inner corner of his thighs. "See? You're doing it now."

"Nah, it's just itchy. I've been pent up lately." He scooped his fingers against the now stained fabric, getting to his feet as he grabbed a towel from the laundry hangers.

He's not listening, Skyler thought, who knows what kind of atrocities his brother had faced while being stuck in there. He looked at the bulky bulge between his best friend's legs, Jeremy's panicking face playing on rewind through his mind. Finger's lowered into his view, snapping him out of his tunneled state.

"Yo, are you listening?"

"Wha?"

"I said, I was about to hit the showers. All this 'stuffed Zane in my balls' thing is starting to get me pumped. Thanks for that by the way." He dropped his shorts into his lockers, keeping his underwear on as he moved through the doorway to the showers.

A faint handprint touched against the surface of the elastic fabric, sinking back as the drumbstick thighs rotated in front of it. Zane! He trying to reach out to him to him! He followed Behind Zane, the jock moving the the door frame. "Wait Zane-" his foot snagged against one of the towels from the laundry basket launching forward as Zane turned around.

His face smothered against his pillowy crotch, the thick of his thighs cushioning his arms as he flailed around. "Is this a good luck shower hug? I mean I'm not one to turn down a hug but..." He paused as Skyler clamped to his thighs, gasping the air around as his fluid drenched the bridge of his nose. "Got it out your system now, huh?" Zane said, slippimg out from Skyler's face. "Good, cause I gotta wash up beforr the gym closes. You know how ralph gets late bloomers after hours."

Closing the door, Skyler called for Zane as he moved to his feet, but a palm halted his advance, escorted him back to the door frame. "Uh-uh, watching me chamge is one thing, but you don't get to see the goods. Those are only for me." He eased Skyler to the other side, shutting the blinds over it.

Skyler peered an ear along the door, listening to the jock's pattering feet grow soft beyond the door. He couldn't just sit here and do nothing, Jeremy is in distress because of his misguided drinking. He pushed against the sliding door, a click ringing on the otherside. Running water muffled from the door way, Jeremy's cheers filling the room as Skyler slunked to the bottom of the door. This was going to be a while, Jeremey always loved dosing himself in water. With hot water involved, he's as attracted to it like a fish. He crossed his arms, looking to the lockers opposite of him.

"Hold on, Jeremy, I'm coming for ya."

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Skyler stayed by the shower door's side for as long he could muster, ushering the passerby's as they ventured to and from the hallway. He kept an ear along the door frame, catching giggling and grunts from Jeremy while he enjoyed his shower session. Its been an hour since he's been in there, and still he has yet to finish it. Skylar banged his head against the lockers, counting the seconds the door remained shut.

The running water finally ceased, his ears perking to the watery steps approaching the door. Steam rushed from the inside, Jeremy stepping out with his towel wrapped around his waist.

"Phew, now that was refreshing." He said, fingering his earlobes of gunk caught between it. "Have you been out here the whole ti-" Skyler rushed past the him, moving inside as he moved toward the shower.

He yanked away the curtain to the dripping water of the faucet, following its stream as it circled around the drain. His heart skipped a beat, patting at the drain as he peeked inside. "Jeremy?! Are you in there?! Speak to me?!" He yelled into the drain.

Laughter followed behind as Zane approached. "That drink must've done a number on you at the party if they got you screaming down the drain." He fondled at his crotch, encircling around the bulge.

He was still inside Zane, he still had a chance.

"Honestly this bulk is getting on my nerves, not a single drop came out of-"

"Oh thank god, he's still in there?"

"My cum?"

"No! Jeremy! He's stuck inside of you."

He palmed his face. "This again, how many times do I have to say it, buddy, he's not in my balls. Say it with me, Not. In. My. Balls."

"Im telling you he's in there." He reached for his towel, the jock's damp skin clashing with his. "Just let me show you, I can-"

A ring came from the speakers, a raspsy voice filling it. "Attention Gym goers, the gym is closing in 5 minutes. Please fetch your belongings, and head out through the entrance."

"Duty calls, bud. We better get out of here before they closed the doors. I'll see you at my place, after you drink some water to cool off"

Skyler watched as his jock friend disappeared around the corner, sinking to the tiled floor in defeat. Is this how he loses his brother? Succumbed to a testicular tomb due to his own actions. Finals is tomorrow before they leave for home. What will he tell the family? They'll be..no, he can't give up on him. He had to think of something to convince Zane to show his area. But he won't even let him get close.

Chuckling lingered in the hallway, a baseball player walking through the hallway to the locker room. Two girls rested in both his arms, giggling up at the smug player. As they passed, an idea soon came to mind, if he couldn't get close to Zane's crotch, then perhaps someone else can.

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Back in his dorm room, Zane sat his used clothes into the laundry room before waddling over to his bed in the corner. What a day? All that working out at the gym had done a number on his body, he thought to himself, tapping along his the tender muscles against his abs. He trailed his touch further down, seeping into his own underwear to his crotch underneath.

Its flesh warmed his palm, pulsing eagerly for a chance to receive action. He pulled his balls from his underwear, its swollen form crumbling the waistband beneath its weight. Even after his attempts to releive himself, not a single seed had left from his testicles, clogged by something unkown to him.

Fondling himself, he couldn't help but think of Skyler back in the lockers. He was worried about what happened in the shower, more than his usual worriness when it came to classes. He looked to his balls that laid still between lap, poking at the round edge for a reaction. Huh, maybe all the end of the semester must be getting to him.

A knock on the door drew his attention, his palm stashing his balls back into his underwear. Grabbing a pair of shorts from the drawer, he opened the door to a woman in the hallway.

"Hello..is this where I can find Zane?" She asked.

"This is he..can I help you?"

"Oh where are my manners, my name is, Priscilla, Im here on a..dating proposal from one of your bros."

"My bros? They never mentioned to me about a girl? Gimme a sec, let me see which-"

"No!" She blurted, catching him of guard. "I mean, I wouldn't want to do that, they wanted to stay anonymous in case the dating went south."

"Ah, I see. To test the waters!"

"Yes..the waters."

"Well ya could have just started with that, come on in." He pulled the door further apart, escorting her inside to the rest of the room. A foul smell pushed through her nose, her palm fanning at the air. "Sorry if its a bit of mess. I normally keep the place tidy, but you know how it is at the end of the year."

She wiped the tears from her eyes. "No no, its..no problem at all." She sprayed her cologn through the air around her, hovering her nose into her shirt. "You have a very..manly smell."

"It can be strong for sure, I think of it as a triumphant musk after a good work out."

They traversed through the living room, Zane monologuing about plays he was most proud of during the year. It was his pride and joy that he held dear, but caused Priscilla's head to ache the longer he drawed it out. He guided him to his trophies along the walls, showing her pictures of post games. Minutes passed as he moved toward the other rooms, blabbering more as if it were a museum.

"And this is where I had my pocket shot, the crowd was going wild after looking as the opponent's faces. Oh, and don't get me started about the after party-"

"As fascinating as it id to learn about your..acheivements," she strained through her teeth. "Might we talk about something more engaging."

"Oh? Well I got a lot of stories from my time in wrestling."

"I'm not talking about wrestling," she leaned close, cupping bulging lump between his thighs. "I mean something more. Intimate."

"Oh..ooh. Alright, I get what you're setting down. Then please, allow me to take to my private spot." Guiding her by her shoulders, the two moved through the hallway to the bathroom, leaving her halfway as he moved to the closed door. "My darling Priscilla, may I present to you, the jerking room."

He turned the knob of the door, opening it to the room inside. A cacophony of musk rushed from the room, hitting the two of them like a wave. While Priscilla nearly hurled at the mere stench, Zane fanned at the air before entering inside. Scooting the used the condoms on the floor. "Breathe it in darling, this is where the magic happens."

"I..don't." She back tracked toward the hallway.

Zane held her palm, catching her into his arms as he settled her into one of the soft chairs, closing the door. "Don't fear the musk, embrace it." He smiled, easing his hands to his shorts. "It'll set you in the mood to receive this hot dog." He unlaced the string from his waistband, lowering them to the floor as he took to his underwear. Adding into the musk polluting the air, his cock flopped onto the waistband, unleashing a sickening smell of sweat.

Her nose twitched, her knees crumbling as she got to her knees. Huh, she mist be digging it if it has her quaking that much. He smiled lightly, holding his hands at his hips as he moved closer to her.

"Well my dear, what do you thi-"

"I can't take it anymore!" She blurted, causing him to step back. She yanked at her shirt, tearing a pocket of fabric as it swung from her chest.

Another yell added to the mix, a bundle of tissue tumbling to the floor. He and Priscilla eyed the smaller human, Zane squinting at it as the figure came into view.

"Skylar?!" He yelled.

"Hehehe..hey there, Zane. How...how did I get here?" He scratched sheepishly at his head.

"That does it," Prescilla said, dusting herself off as she got to her feet. "This is too much work for a mere 10 bucks. You can handle this cock fest yourself." She moved back to the hallways, leaving the two of them in the bathroom.

"No! Hey come back here! We had a deal damn it!" Skyler shouted. It soon grew dark as a socked foot stepped to the left of him. He turned to see Zane standing behind him, hands along his chest as he eyed his now tiny form. "N-now Zane, let's not too hasty."

"So you're thr one who sent her on me. Bold, I must admit. You did all that just to get a look at my cock?" He shook his head, a light sigh escaping from him. "Alright, since you went through all this trouble, I guess you might as well see it through."

"Gah, wait!" He dodged from the incoming palm, its slam sending him tumbling backwards. "That's not what I was trying to do!".

"Well, that girl already has me pumped, and she booked it. So sorry pal, you owe me big on this one."

Zane ran as the other palm advanced, bolting toward the door.

A foot stomped in front of his path, slamming the door shut. "Denied." he reached a palm toward Skyler, grabbing him by the foot as he tempted to scamper between his legs. He brought him to his face, his smile beaming wider. "Gotcha now, bud." He said, flipping him in his palm until his grip wrapped around his torso.

He moved toward a chair in the corner of the bathroom, resting upon it as he spread his legs apart. his palm choked at its length, its moist skin lathering his palm in sweat as he wiggled his fingers to the tip. This was the first time he's ever had him this close before, aside from that party. He was asleep then, but now he was wide awake, and he was gonna ensure it was worth it for him. He pinned him by his thumb, stroking at his shaft in a fast pace.

"Can we talk this over!" Skyler wheezed, pawing at his best pal's thumb.

"No time for time for talking, bud, the juices are flowing quicker than expected. Guess we'll both know what's inside now." he pounded his fist against the base, pre oozing from the cock's lips like a running fountain. Pressure began to build from his scrotum, infalting the tube's with its substance as it climbed up to the base of his cock.

After moments of grunts and pumping, a flood of seed erupted from the tip, flowing like water bursting from a dam, tackling into his thumb. Skyler garbeled at the salty fluid, his limbs soaked in goo in efforts to paddle his way out from its trajectory. But Zane couldn't;t let him get off that easy, he wanted this after all. With another flex, he released him as the seed's flow carried him to the far wall, standing over him as it spilled into onto the floor.

"Huh, I left the shower from the gym, and now you're taking a shower from me. Though I don't think you'll be smelling like axe when I'm done." he laughed at himself, squeezing harder at the milky stream. muffles were all he received below, Skyler continuing to swat at the stream. "Tanks just about empty now. See? I told you there no one-" the stream started to sputter, splashing net to Skyler as he looked up from his gooey state.

A swollen lump formed within his low hangers, thrashing about in the loose skin before it squeezed into his waist. it climbed up the underbelly of his his cock and into the tip, halting the stream to a single drop. It built inside the tube before finally erupting, sending a wad splashing next to Skyler as the both of them watched.

"Oh thank god, I'm finally out."

Wha?.." Zane puzzled at the muffled voice. he grabbed a tissue from the dispenser, scooping the wad into his palm. Latherign it into the tissue, hand and feet revealeed themselves from the gunk, a face appearing from the middle. "Huh, I guess he was in my balls?"

"You don't say?" Skyler said, slumping amongst the puddle collecting on the floor.

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It took a while to explain to Zane about how Jeremey god inside his balls. After repeating it for the fith time, he finally puzzled it together when he thought about the party. but the more it became clearer, the more embarassed he became. How could he not have known Skylar's brother was inside? Now Wonder he had a hard time jacking himself. And Skylar, he tried to tell him about the mishap, but he didn't listen. He sculked through his dorm room, pacing around the closed bathroom door as Zane and Skylar talked together. when the doors opened, his eyes lit up to their sizes back to normal, taking to Skyler's side.

"I am so sorry for not listening to you pal. And...sorry for, er..cumming on you."

"Water under the bridge bud, thus the second time I was near your cock. At least siber this time."

"Ugh, enough with the modestaries.." Zane said, rubbing a towel at the back of his ears. "we've all had our mishaps and we all know our mistakes. But one of us, has endured the most here. Me!"

Skyler cocked a brow. "You know you could've moved around to let him know too.."

"Like I said...mistakes." He replied, draping an arm over his forehead. "but that does not excuse the scars I faced while swinging in your balls. the scrapes, the horrors."

"It's just cum, Jeremy, not lava." Jeremy said.

"Nonetheless! I have figured out a way to forgive you both...do my final for me, it is the least you can to ease my distressed heart."

"Hah, Nah!"

"You're mind's not that broken."

The two chuckled as they moved through the hallway, making their way to the living room.

"What? come on, you guys can lend a hand can't you? Just think of the many riches you will receive! Skyler? Zane? Damn it, I know you two can hear me."

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Part 3

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Stray: Part 3

Loki was beginning to fall into a pleasant sort of routine with the human. He enjoyed the soapy smell of your freshly showered skin as you cuddled him against yourself each morning before rushing out the door. No matter how tired or stressed or how much of a hurry you were in, you never failed to tell him good morning and hug him goodbye, and it thawed his icy heart. It seemed so strange to him; that a being would simply selflessly care for a creature who could offer nothing at all in return except companionship...and yet you did.

He noticed other things about you; that you had scuffed up one specific patch of the wall from grumpily kicking your shoes off each day (the closest to angry he ever saw you), that when you came home you always made a cup of coffee and curled up with a book, that you'd put a record on and hum along as you made dinner and did the dishes, that you especially liked The Velvet Underground, that you winced whenever the phone rang but, without fail, spoke so kindly to whoever was on the other side, that you'd go to see movies by yourself and stack the little ticket stub into a tidy collection as you gave him your film review. He learned that your favorite color was purple, that you would buy little bundles of fresh herbs and set them out in makeshift jam-jar vases just to smell them and enjoy the little pops of color in a gray world. All of these things gave him an irrepressible fizzle of warm feelings for you...feelings he couldn't quite define.

I'm...used to her? I find her pleasant? She...doesn't bother me...not like Thor and Odin do, anyway. He thought to himself, uncertain of how else to explain it.

On more than one occasion when you left for work, Loki would transform himself back into his smart black suit with the crisp white shirt. He would straighten his tie and check his slicked-back hair in the mirror as he summoned up the green glow of his magic, preparing to transport himself away to the next step of his fugitive journey. And yet...each time he stood there, staring at his perfectly polished shoes, simply unable to make the feet within them move. He couldn't leave when he thought of how sweet and sad and panicked you would be, calling his name over and over in vain, holding the little green makeshift collar, totally devastated. It wasn't like him to stagnate like this, and the fact that he was getting comfortable was...well...uncomfortable. Each time he was ready to go he would turn the little leather band in his large palm, reading his name in your handwriting over and over again. With a sigh of resignation, Loki would finally loosen his tie, sit back down, and settle into being your house guest for a little longer. Just a few more days, he kept telling himself.

Life sailed along this way until one day you seemed markedly...different. As your heels clicked down the hall and Loki transformed back into a cat, he happily anticipated curling up in your lap as you'd stroke his back aimlessly while reading. He wanted more than anything to enjoy your humming to your records and the savory smell your cooking, but today wouldn't go that way.

As you came in the door you slammed it shut behind you, and this time when you kick your shoes off you cursed loudly and etched a darker scuff in the wall. Loki's eyes wondered to your face and he was distressed to see your eyes wet and red-ringed. You had obviously been sobbing hard. You dropped your things and made your way straight for the couch, flopping down with the palms of your hands against your eyes, weeping inconsolably.

Loki was alarmed, having never seen you so upset. He was afraid to come near you in this unpredictable state, but he longed to be close to you so much more than he was afraid of you. Slinking carefully, he made his way to lay on your stomach. Gingerly settling and watching your face, he waited patiently for you to move your hands and meet his eyes. When you noticed him your angry demeanor immediately melted away as you gave him a pacifying stroke along his spine.

“Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry,” you said, gravely-voiced and sniffing. “I didn't mean to scare you,” you soothed. He purred, trying to let you know that he was fine and comfortable, as long as he was with you. You gave a comprehending wan smile, looking into the jewels of his irises as your fingertips combed through his fur. As your breath stilled you said, “Loki, you know, sometimes I think I'm going crazy because I could swear you understand me...that we're having conversations...that you follow along when I read to you. Insane, right? Totally insane.”

You chuckled, saddened yet amused by the absurdity of life and human emotions. Loki, however, was shocked at how close you came to the truth, and that you seemed to have connected more than he planned. He desperately wanted to know what was going on to upset his 'dear mortal' so much (this is how he designated you in his own mind) and it frustrated him more than ever that he couldn't simply talk to you and ask.

Loki had an idea. He could enchant you and use his power to see inside your mind for himself. You would be none the wiser, but he was still reluctant to invade your privacy. In the end, curiosity got the better of the cat and he gave in. Of course...curiosity...that's all it is, he told himself again.

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He reached into your mind, traveling with you as you stepped into a large building with the sign saying Mullen Department Store. It was interesting to him, seeing what you did all day (endlessly stocking shelves, dealing with customers, cleaning the shop, preparing the products). He began to wonder if they ever let you sit down.

Around noon, a coworker approached you saying, “Hey, good luck with that interview with Mr. Mullen! This could be your big break!”. You thanked them and trudged up to the office on the top floor.

Before you knew it you were handing a paper to a balding man behind a large tacky desk. Loki felt his heart ache seeing that your hands were shaking. His darling mortal was so nervous! This must be important to her, he thought.

“...so as you can see here, Mr. Mullen. I have my Master's degree, fluency in three languages, and background in academic writing and journalism. I think I'd be a perfect writer and translator for the office team. I work very thoroughly and...”

The older man huffed, “Let me stop you right there, sweetheart. I'm sorry but we really don't need some dame doing that kind of work.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don't get me wrong, on paper you're impressive, but we have a...professional image...here. Our ladies in the workforce have to look the part.” He shrugged, “Now, if you worked on your appearance a little, maybe lost a few pounds or wore a bit more makeup you could be be Johnny's secretary. Do you make a good pot of coffee?” He said the last part with a chuckle, clearly pleased with the pitiful thing that passed for his sense of humor.

Your voice rose. “Excuse me, but I fail to see what my appearance has to do with my competence. You have plenty of men as writers on staff who were hired without being told to lose a few pounds first. This is absurd! It's 1971, Mr. Mullen, not 1950!”

He stared you down with his beady little eyes, “Now listen here, young lady, don't give me that feminist horse shit. You are very very lucky to have the job you do have with this company! I wouldn't expect you to understand the standards we have up here, and that just goes to show you're not what we're looking for.” He checked his watch with a sigh, “That's all the time I have today, and you need to be back on the sales floor.” He dismissed you, not even with a handshake, but by simply waving his hand toward the door and using his other one to crumple your resume and drop it in the trashcan.

You didn't say a word, too stunned and disappointed to react to this rejection. Loki felt the sting of your thoughts as they churned around in your head the rest of the day. I'm never going to go farther. This is my life now...my stupid fucking life....not even pretty enough to type or pour coffee for a living...Jesus Christ...I wanted so much more than this. I worked so hard to have more than this. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to learn so much. I barely even have friends.”

Loki thought to himself, and wished he could tell you, oh darling, how dare he make you feel this way! You're so clever and unique and kind....and beautiful. Sweet moral, I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met.

He floated back out of your mind then, shocked by the return to reality and to his sudden swell of feelings for you. The god of mischief realized in that moment that he wanted something he had never wanted for another person before. He wanted you to get all the good things you deserved even if he had to forgo some for himself. He wanted to avenge and defend you, putting the fear of God (or rather, a god) into the idiotic and insulting little man. Most of all, he just wanted you to be okay, and safe...and loved. Loved...he finally allowed himself to think the word.

He watched your lovely face as you began to nod off. Your wet lashes closed, and your brow furrowed with worry, even as you drifted off holding him against your heart. He could feel it pulsing in your chest, and sense the slowing of your breath. He finally dared to admit that he wanted to give you love...all the love everyone else wasn't giving you but you so sorely deserved. Loki darted out his little pink tongue to lick your arm where it rested around him. He tried to say, sweet dreams, little mortal. Just rest. We'll find a way. And though it only came out as a contented purr, he was surprised to hear you murmur “thank you,” in return, as you sank further into dreams.

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LEAD ME TO YOU PART TWO

Summary: while eddie is gathering his shit together the past becomes too much for reader

Warnings: PTSD , flashbacks , angst , fluffy

Nervous was probably mildly putting how eddie felt , confessions of love or even interest never went well . Once a girl said she loved God too much back in high-school and only time he did get laid was in secret. This was whole new territory especially when it was one of the most important people in his life to. He stayed in living room almost taking it in one last time putting the movie in absentmindedly just as she walked into the room .

" what we watching or still a surprise" she asked smile on her face not a real one he could tell instantly.

" what's wrong , don't give me shit about its nothing spill it pretty girl" he said pausing it.

" it's just three years ago today we got out of the upside down" she sighed.

" almost gave wayne a heart attack, shit it's been that long already" he shook his head.

" I never thought I was getting out of there" she smiled sadly.

" shit sorry I didn't think we can do something else sweetheart" he held her hand hoping she didn't notice him wiping the sweat from them beforehand .

" no the movie will be good which are you going to tell me" she asked.

" come on lets just watch" he winked hitting play .

" it's a surprise" he added only leaving out it was surprise for himself hoping harrinton didn't give him some creeps porn stack returns.

" ok let watch" she smiled brighter as the movie started . Eddie was never religious bar his usually blasphemy taking lords name in vain was as far as it went but now he was thanking Mary jesus Joseph and that ass that carried them .

The opening as the old man holding the pocket watch telling the kids ghost stories around the open flame. He could give a shit what was happening just the fact he didn't fuck it up or steve fucking him up . While eddie was enjoying his slight win as the movie progressed the woman to his side was anything but the moment the colours faded she was trapped instantly in a living nightmare . Movie she'd seen a few times now had reality flickering into a place she never wanted to see again . Her apartment seemly draining of its colour fog and dust adding to the now gloom environment. She was calling for help almost screaming yet same time she was paralyzed in fear. Breathing picking up ,she couldn't hear anything all sense in her body felt like she was back there.

He heard her breathing first that hitch of breathe that made him chuckle ready to taunt her.

" hey your not.... hey what's wrong princess come on" he called only she stared forward glassy eyes and fear on her face. A familiar sight and yet was so different to venca's curse . Whatever was going on he knew it was human or least he hoped it was. She wasn't answering him. He ran but not away he ran to her phone almost slamming into the thing .

"hey family video where all your ...".

" harrington I need your help man" .

" i'm not leaving work to get you condoms man" he chuckled.

" it's y/n something wrong man I can't ... she's not responding" he rambled in his panicked state.

" what do you mean y/n not responding ... oh shit" Steve curse followed by a struggle.

" munson what's wrong with my kid" hoppers voice rang.

" she's sitting staring at nothing scared I can't get her to respond , it not drugs before you say it".

" i'm on my way" was all he heard before the line went dead .

It wasn't that long til door open hopper and steve coming in as nancy , jonathan Robin and Joyce followed after.

" living room" he called as they came in looking as he held her hand rubbing her face.

" we were watching the movie and she just went like this" his voice filled with fear as movie kept playing.

" shut it off ... hey sweetheart it's dad , come on follow my voice " hopper called crouching before her knowing exactly what was wrong . Back when they were found first Dr Owens spoke of will having ptsd he listened knowing the girls would also be going through it .

" put radio on it might help" nancy spoke up as eddie rushed and sounds of Metallica blared through the apartment.

" come on baby girl, fuck sake munson real music not this shit " hopper yelled.

" hey this is real music" he countered.

" dad" her voice rang out .

" hey yeah it's me" he smiled sadly wiping her tears .

" oh dad I thought I was back there" she sobbed . " the movie then fog" she babbled through her tears .

" shit I didn't know sorry sweetheart" eddie felt the guilt hitting him instantly . " I gave it to him" Steve huffed .

" no ones faults it happens" joyce patted their shoulders.

" I should of checked" eddie looked over as she held onto hopper afraid to let go . " I should of warned you also the dude that rents that well not on cinematic movies he watches" Steve winced .

" great I could of traumatised her with porn too" eddie whined as Joyce looked at two men.

" I needed advice and she was coming out so steve gave me stack of videos" he explained .

" I checked the receipt and seen" Steve added .

"Porn would of been better" he huffed only for a clearing of a throat ." harrington gave it to me sir , chief Jim, Mr hopper ... please don't kill me or send me to jail im too pretty " eddie gulped.

" she wants space so let go ... except you" he finally said looking at eddie . " call me if you need me" Joyce kissed her head . " us too" nancy hugged her. " sorry for traumatising you" Steve winced .

He closed the door as she stared up at her ceiling .

" hey how you feeling " he asked slowly walking over.

" sorry I ruined our night we can watch a different movie like" she grabbed the bag before he could even warn her. Eyes widening at the titles when she looked up at her best friend. " why do you have a bag of porn" she hiccuped.

" oh god tonight was a disaster not cause of you by the way that was my fault" he chuckled flopping down beside her making the little smile appear on her face.

" doesn't explain the porn pal" she snorted. " that's on harrington , big boy grabbed a random pile" he laughed . " who's watching the fog and a time to thrill" she laughed louder at the title making his inside turn to goo at the sound.

" hey princess that is a classic , a" he gasped making her laugh harder pushing him playfully . " why the abuse my dearest princess it's for an acquired taste" he held his hands up. " I am sorry for the first one though If I knew I wouldn't have" he said more seriously.

" it's fine I mean it's not your fault at all blame the lab and shit for that one" she smiled weakly.

" no if I wasn't so concerned on advice to tell you how I feel and actually looked at what I was taking you wouldn't had that attack thing pretty sure im going to jail or dead with your dad too " he winced unaware through his rambles what he has said. " a trigger movie and porn jesus maybe i should go to jail" he added.

" how you feel ?" she asked softly making him freeze.

" who said that?" he played dumb unable to even look at her and considering maybe jail was good .

" don't play dumb" she rolled her eyes.

" ok well .. yeah here it goes you can do it munson don't look at me... I've been in love with you probably since the moment I met you and I didn't know how to tell you so I went to the biggest hopeless romantic I know, harrington told me just to be myself and I did which resulted in your having a panic attack and a bag of porn" he dryly chuckled.

"Like love me more than a friend?".

" more than a friend but understandable if you want to get a restraining order" he joked trying to get his heart to calm the fuck down . Before he could even think of moving her lips crashed against his , it took him a minute to process the action but once his brain caught up he completely melted in his spot holding her close to him .

" I love you too ... more than a best friend" she smiled head on his shoulder .

" shit maybe I did die " he held his fingers on his pulse.

" you didn't die asshole" she rolled her eyes head lifting to see him smiling wider than ever pretty sure his cheeks would spilt.

" I gotta be asleep and dreaming then ... oww" he yelped as she pinched his arm.

" nope not sleeping" she batted her lashes.

" oh you little shit " he pounced on her caging her to the sofa below as his large frame cast over her. Her eyes looked up playful energy long gone as she looked at him in admiration and love.

" you know something that one man show made me find my way to the trailer park , ever since then I play that song constantly because that song lead me to the best part of my life , that song lead me to you " she said before her lips where on his .

[aneurinallday]

Green Eyes

Chapter 16: Cobb’s Boy

As the door of the nursery slammed shut, Clara began to cry. She was tired, confused, and could sense the anxious energy emanating from her father in oppressive waves. Cradling her in his arms while she wailed heartily, Alec sank down into a sitting position on the floor, his back against the wooden dresser full of toys.

Arthur Shelby stood by the closed door, blocking his only means of escape.

“Of course,” Arthur was congratulating himself, “Of course I get stuck here, babysitting the whore and the brat. Fucking Tommy…”

Clara screamed loudly - shrill, ear-splitting cries that seemed even louder in the enclosed room. Alec tried desperately to soothe her.

“Shh. Please,” he mouthed into her ear, his voice almost inaudible, “Please stop. Please, my little one. Shh…”

“Fucking shut her up, will you?” Arthur snapped, “She’s doing my fucking head in.”

“I’m sorry,” Alec said, panicking, “I’m sorry. I can’t get her to stop.”

He was shaking like a leaf, petrified that either he or Clara - or both - would be punished for her noise. Arthur sighed impatiently and reached out his hands towards her.

“Give her to me,” he ordered, “I’ll calm her down.”

“No,” Alec said in terror. “No.”

“I’ve got a kid too. I know what I’m doing.”

“No. Don’t touch her.”

“Fine.”

Alec tried to take a deep breath, failed, and tried again. He did his best to still his trembling.

“Could you pass me that, please?” he said, nodding towards Clara’s old teddy bear. Despite all the new and expensive toys she’d been lavished with, it remained her favourite. “She likes it the best.”

Arthur picked up the toy, testing its weight in his hands, giving it a cursory check for any hidden pockets that might be concealing a weapon; then handed it to Alec.

“Here,” he said gruffly.

“Thank you.” Alec gently waved the teddy in Clara’s face. “Here you go, Clara. Here you go, my love.”

Distracted, the toddler began to calm down. Her cries trailed off into hiccups as she clung to the familiar stuffed toy, an anchor amid the disruption. Alec sat her down on the floor, his arms exhausted from holding her.

“Thank you,” he repeated.

“Are you going to behave yourself or do I need to tie you up?”

“Where would I go?” Alec asked, “There’s nothing out there but fields. I can’t drive and the horses are all locked up.”

“Good. Now shut up and don’t fucking try anything. You try anything, I’ll beat you. I don’t care if the kid sees or not.”

It was an empty threat, but Alec believed it.

An hour passed with agonising slowness, then another - a long wait of torturous uncertainty, which Alec had no idea if he would survive or not. Clara complained throughout the night, keeping him awake. He did his best to take her mind off her distress, to smile and project an aura of serenity, but his fear was infectious.

Bored and frustrated, Arthur alternated between sitting, standing at the window, and pacing about the room in search of diversion. Alec didn’t dare move from his spot. He kept his head down, avoiding Arthur’s gaze, probably wishing he could somehow blend into the furniture.

“Relax, will you?” Arthur snapped, “You’re setting my teeth on edge.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Look at the state of you. I don’t know what Tommy ever saw in you. You’re fucking pathetic.” Arthur grabbed the blanket from the cot and dumped it in Alec’s lap. “There. Make her sleep.”

Alec wrapped the blanket about Clara, draping the rest of the knitted fabric over his cold legs.

“Thank you,” he said.

Arthur grunted wordlessly in reply. He dropped down into the rocking chair, and pulled out a cigarette and an ornate brass lighter.

“Want a smoke? It’ll calm you.”

Alec shook his head. Arthur began to smoke to settle his nerves, his legs jittering.

“You’ve got yourself in a right mess, haven’t you?” he remarked.

Alec nodded, terrified to disagree.

“Is ‘Alec’ even your real name? Or was that a lie like everything else?”

“Yes, it’s my name,” said Alec in desperation. “I’ve always been Alec.”

“Alec ‘Cobb’. You left that part out.”

Alec put his head down and didn’t reply.

“How are you related to him, anyway? Cousin or something?”

“He…” Alec hesitated, “…He’s my father. I was born at the Arcadia. My mother was one of his working girls.”

Arthur thought back to the first visit at the club - to Cobb’s lewd remarks and invasive touch.

“...Oh.” He didn’t know what to say. To buy himself time, he puffed on his cigarette while Clara fussed for attention. “Where is your mum, anyway?” he changed the subject, “She still work there?”

“No. She died a long time ago.”

“Illness?”

“No.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a story. You might as well tell it.”

“She was murdered,” Alec said flatly, “An angry customer. His name was Harry. He was a regular and she was his favourite. Every night, he would come in and ask for her, even when she was with other customers. It got on her nerves. Even Mister Cobb found it annoying. One night, Harry came in and asked for her, but she was all booked up. He said he wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted. So she came out and gave him an earful. Told him to go away.”

“And then?”

“He drew a gun and shot her.”

“What did Cobb do about it?”

“He banned the customer from coming back.”

“Is that all? A ban? For shooting the mother of his kid?”

Alec shrugged regretfully.

“I think it was a lifetime ban. I don’t really remember - I was very young. Either way, I never saw Harry again.”

“Were you there when it happened?”

“Yes. She didn’t have a place of her own, so we lived at the back of the club. And when I was old enough, I started working for Mister Cobb too.”

“And then he sent you to bring down Thomas Shelby, knowing damn well what would happen to you if you got caught?”

“...Yes.”

“What kind of a man does that? Whores his own blood then throws him to the wolves?”

“He didn’t see it that way. To him, we were...Well, we weren’t anything at all. He’s been running clubs since before the war. I’m sure he’s got plenty of girls pregnant - girls who work for him, I mean. We just happened to be the ones who stuck around because we didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Alec’s mind began to drift. He looked down at the restless toddler at his side.

“My mum worked hard, and she always said we’d get a place of our own one day, but…she died before she saved up enough money. Then all her savings went to Mister Cobb, to make up for the damages of losing a worker - that’s what he said, anyway. She wasn’t able to keep her promises. When Clara was born, I knew I couldn’t let that happen again. So I worked as hard as I could, and I did what I had to do, and…and it paid off. I kept my promises and I rented us a flat in Saltley.”

“And then the boss of the Peaky Blinders took a shine to you. Was it fucking worth it?”

Alec smiled faintly.

“I loved living here,” he whispered, “I really did. This was the first place I felt safe.”

“Safe?” Arthur scoffed. “Then you don’t know Thomas Shelby. Nobody’s safe who gets involved with him.”

Alec didn’t answer. The night deepened.

At about two o’clock, Clara finally settled, snuggled warmly in her blanket. Taking advantage of the respite, Alec shifted position, shut his weary eyes, and attempted to rest. Arthur watched as he twitched, his unseeing eyes wandering beneath closed eyelids, perhaps in the grips of a nightmare.

As dawn approached and no car tyres could be heard on the gravel drive, Arthur grew more anxious. The servants would begin their morning routine soon, and the events of the night would be impossible to conceal. Whatever they were going to do with Alec Cobb, it had to be done soon.

As the blackness outside the window turned to a deep blue, Alec awoke from an unsatisfying sleep, slumped against the dresser. Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, he looked around the nursery, and Arthur saw the young man’s heart sink under the realisation that none of this had been a bad dream.

“What time is it?” he asked blearily.

“About half past five.”

“Is Mister Shelby back yet?”

“I’m a fucking Mister Shelby too. But no, he’s not.”

Alec slowly sat up, wincing as his neck and back protested. Clara continued to doze.

“She’ll be hungry soon,” he said. “Maybe we can - ”

In the distance, they heard doors opening and closing. Footsteps ascending the stairs.

The fear came flooding back. Alec reached for his daughter and held her close. He looked up at Arthur pleadingly.

“Don’t let him hurt us,” he said.

Before Arthur could reply, Thomas appeared in the doorway.

“How’d it go, Tom?” Arthur asked, but received no reply.

Thomas’s blue gaze moved from Alec to Arthur and back again, taking in the scene without speaking. The neat room, the uninjured captive, the unusually tranquil Arthur. Perhaps the lack of a bloody mess surprised him - Arthur Shelby wasn’t known for his solicitude - but he didn’t let it distract him. As he stood over Alec, he said quietly:

“I met with Bragg. Turns out he’s built quite a case against you. Receipts showing you were still working at the Arcadia after being fired. Dozens of photographs of you meeting with Cobb, dating back to April, after you’d already moved in with me. Cobb even joined you on some of your spending sprees. You spent my money together.”

Alec didn’t dare speak. Thomas turned his attention to Arthur.

“There were photographs of our family, too. Cobb’s been having us followed. Learning our routines. Memorising our movements. All of you were supposed to die - every last Shelby, everyone I ever loved. I was going to have nobody left. Nobody but him,” he nodded towards Alec. “He was going to be my final sanctuary. My only consolation.”

“But…” Arthur was struggling to wrap his mind around the plan - involving, as it did, the eradication of his entire family. “But we would never have let that happen, would we? We’ve got guns on every corner, eyes everywhere. We would never…”

“They were going to kill us all, Arthur. Every Shelby, down to the last child.”

“That wasn’t me,” Alec spoke up at last, “Mister Cobb never told me what he was planning - he just told me to make you fall in love. I would never hurt you, or anybody.”

“You knew what Cobb was going to do,” Thomas replied, “You were alright with it.”

“Please. You don’t understand. I had to do it - I had to do what Mister Cobb told me. He said if I failed, he would hurt Clara. I couldn’t let that happen. She’s everything to me.”

“You could’ve come clean. The night I came to find you in Saltley, there was nobody listening - you could’ve told me the truth and Cobb wouldn’t have known until it was too late for him. I would’ve rewarded you for your honesty. Hell, I probably would’ve bought you a nice flat in Highgate or Edgbaston. But you chose to go along with it. You chose to lie.”

“I was afraid,” Alec protested, “You don’t know Mister Cobb like I do.”

For a moment, it seemed that Thomas was considering things from his perspective - weighing the likelihood of Cobb, a man who held no qualms about murdering for material gains, threatening a vulnerable young worker into compliance.

But then he remembered whose room he was standing in. This nursery had belonged to Charlie once. These toys and blankets and painted ornaments had been his. Grace had chosen the colour of the walls, and Thomas had chosen the wood of the cot. This room had been the beating heart of their little happy family.

And then Alec had come along and made it his own, without a moment’s remorse for the plot he was complicit in. How many days had he spent watching Clara play with these toys? How many nights had he spent sleeping on this floor while she was colicky and teething? Thomas wondered how he’d lived with the guilt. The only answer was that he hadn’t felt any.

“Get up,” Thomas commanded.

Alec rose trembling to his feet, still holding his daughter. He glanced at Arthur, a wordless plea for protection. A well-worn mask of apathy descended over Arthur’s face.

Thomas removed his cap. Steel gleamed in the grey fabric.

“Did you forget who I was?” he demanded. “Did you forget what I do to people?”

“Don’t cut me,” Alec said, “Please. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What percentage of Cobb’s profits was earned off your back? Not that it matters any more. Let’s see how much money you bring in once your face is marked. He’ll have you out on the street in no time.”

“Please.” The tears spilled. “Don’t cut my face. I need my face. I need it for my job, otherwise I can’t get work. How am I supposed to look after Clara if I can’t get work?”

“You knew who I was when you decided to cross me. Now I’m going to give you a nice mark to remember me by. People are going to take one look at you and know that you fucked with the Peaky Blinders.”

As Thomas reached towards him, Alec fell backwards onto the floor, scrambling away. By pure, protective instinct, he clutched Clara to his chest; Thomas misread the move as an attempt to shield himself with her, and it outraged him further.

“You can’t hide behind her!” he snapped. “You don’t fucking deserve her!”

“Don’t hurt me,” Alec begged. “Please.”

“You crossed the wrong fucking people!”

“I would never hurt you, Mister Shelby,” he wept frantically, “I love you.”

“Tom,” Arthur said, in a tone of quiet dismay, “C’mon. He’s just a boy.”

Thomas glared at him with disdain for his lack of conviction.

“He’s a fucking rat,” Thomas spat, “He deserves to get cut.”

“Do you really want to make a mess in here? In Grace and Charlie’s home?”

Those words were the only ones that could cut through the fog of Thomas’s anger. Arthur knew all too well how it felt to destroy innocent lives out of misplaced rage, then drown in regret; and Thomas knew all too well what it had done to Arthur’s psyche.

“Just let him go, Tom. He’s nobody.”

Thomas looked down at his crying betrayer. He remembered Cobb’s smug smile and knowing looks. He remembered all the nights Alec had spent in his arms, comforting him, lying to him, luring him to his death. He remembered all the feelings he’d foolishly confided.

Then he remembered the dark tunnels, and the life bleeding out of green eyes.

He stood frozen.

“I love you, Mister Shelby,” Alec continued to weep. “I love you!”

Abruptly, Thomas’s face lost all expression.

He turned and vanished into the darkness of Alec’s room. He returned holding the framed photograph of Clara on her first birthday. He stooped to snatch up the teddy which had been dropped on the floor, and thrust both objects into Alec’s grasp.

“Here. Take those and get the fuck out. They’re the only things you’re keeping.”

Grabbing Alec by the shirt, he dragged him out of the nursery and down the stairs, with Arthur at their heels. Reaching the front door, Thomas yanked it open and shoved Alec out into the dark winter dawn.

“Get the fuck out of here,” he said, “If we see you again, we’ll blind you.”

Alec stood shivering on the doorstep of Arrow House, holding onto his daughter for dear life. He looked up at the brick façade with which he’d grown so familiar.

“Where do I go?” he sobbed, clinging to the teddy and photograph which were all that remained of his possessions. “I’ve got nowhere else.”

“That’s your concern, not mine.”

Clara began to cry into her blanket. Turning his back on the pair, Thomas disappeared into the mansion.

“Go back to your boss,” he said over his shoulder. “Tell him we’re fucking coming for him.”

Still crying, Alec began to limp away down the drive, the gravel cold and sharp beneath his socked feet.

Arthur stood and watched as the retreating figure grew slowly smaller. For a moment, it seemed like he would call out; but then he closed his mouth and followed his brother inside.

To Be Concluded.

[madrabit]

for the kiss ask thing? :3 bonace, 25

Heho ✨️

So this has been sitting in my ask box for.... a while now. I'm very, very sorry for that, anon (and also sorry to everyone else still waiting), you've probably already forgotten about sending me that prompt, but sometime ago, I promised to fill all the kiss prompts I received and I will be doing that, it might just take a while.

This turned out way longer than intended and had slowly been evolving into a little 5 + 1. I will post the first chapter as an answer to this prompt, and every subsequent chapter will be posted on ao3, so if you want to keep up with it, you might wanna check it out there!

If you want me to write you something as well, you can send me a ship and a kiss 🩷 or a ship and a prompt ✨️ ( the second one is a spicier list)

Anyway, enjoy ☺️💖

25. ... as a yes (five times a kiss means yes and one time it means yes)

I.

It wasn't the first time it happened, but it was always rough watching it play out.

Nace could see Bojan start to shake the second they left the stage.

It was almost unnoticeable at first, a small thing that could easily be blamed on the adrenaline still rushing through all of them, making them giddy and restless.

But Nace noticed the difference as Bojan kept pacing the room after they all had a quick shower, not answering when Jure asked him if he also wanted something to snack or when Jan tried to talk to him.

Not a moment later, Bojan turned on his feet, heaving for breath as he stormed off in the direction of their backstage restroom. He was stumbling, bumping into one of the girls working at the venue and just rushed past her without apologizing, even when she tried talking to him.

Quickly, Nace followed him, throwing the girl a smile and a quick “sorry” and he barely managed to get to the door before Bojan was able to shut and lock it.

“Bojan, stop”, he said softly as the younger tried pushing the door closed, tried pushing him away and shutting everyone out to be alone in his panicked state.

It was surprisingly easy to open the door wide enough to squeeze through, even though Bojan was leaning against it to block entry, and when he finally got inside the little bathroom, Nace closed the door himself and locked it.

“Go away…”, Bojan mumbled, his quiet voice breaking at the end and he backed off until he hit the wall, sliding down on it until he ended up on the floor. A tiny sob ran through him and he hugged his legs close to his chest, burying his face in his knees to hide away as more and more tears fell.

“Oh Bojči”, Nace sighed softly, crouching down in front of the younger man, reaching out to touch his arm, but stopped, hand hovering in the air uselessly, not sure if he was allowed to touch him right now.

Carefully, he let his eyes wander over Bojan's shaking form, noticing how much smaller than usual he looked, how he barely seemed to hold on.

And Nace would love to just take him into his arms, shield him from whatever was making him feel this way, just like the first time Bojan was breaking apart after a gig at which he already had a panic attack on stage. Physical touch had helped before, had calmed him down enough to push through that feeling, but Nace didn't, couldn't, know if it was the same now, if Bojan wanted to be touched or comforted at all.

“Can I touch you?”, he asked gently, voice low and quiet to not startle the boy in the relative quiet of the tiny bathroom.

After a moment or an eternity, Bojan nodded, face still pressed against his knees and carefully, Nace reached out again, tracing his fingertips over Bojan's arm, watching goosebumps form on the clammy skin.

“It's okay, Bojč, I'm here…”

Bojan let out a tiny little noise, shifting slowly at first until suddenly Nace had an arm full of sobbing puppy. The force with which Bojan had thrown himself at him almost made them topple over, but he could regain his balance, wrapping his arms around Bojan's shoulders.

“Breathe with me”, he whispered, taking deep breaths and slowly, he felt Bojan try to follow his breathing pattern through sobs and raspy gasps for air.

Nace didn't know how long they were already sitting on the floor of the bathroom, just breathing together, but he was glad he could do this for his friend, could help him through the rough time he was having. That Bojan let him in, let Nace see him like this, vulnerable and raw, and was accepting his help and the comfort Nace was just all too willing to give him.

“Let's get you to the hotel, yes?”, he whispered into Bojan's ear as the smaller man finally seemed to calm down a bit, nuzzling his soft, freshly washed hair and Bojan nodded against his shoulder.

Fingers dug in his back when he stood up, pulling Bojan with him, who was clinging to him like a lifeline, face now pressed against Nace's neck and in less than a few minutes he managed to guide the still shaking singer through the backstage area, outside and into the van after asking Kiki to quickly drive them to back to their accommodation.

On the drive, Bojan was clutching a bucket, head hanging low between his shoulders as a sudden wave of sickness hit him once the car set into motion while Nace soothingly rubbed his back. Gently, he let his hand run through still slightly wet hair, talking in a low voice, babbling about everything and nothing, just so Bojan could ground himself with a familiar voice, and could ignore the shaking of the car and the bumpy roads they had to take.

Kiki dropped them off with a worried glance, telling Nace he'll have the others collect their stuff, which Nace knew Kris had already done as soon as he saw the bassist steer an unresponsive Bojan to the private back entrance of the venue.

Once they made it back to Bojan's hotel room, Nace made quick work of stripping the smaller man of the clothes he had thrown on after his shower at the venue, putting him in some shorts and a large shirt instead and then carefully tucked Bojan into bed after getting him to drink a few sips of water.

Nace was about to get up from where he sat on the edge next to his friend, ready to go to his own room and let Bojan have some privacy, but before he could even make a move, a tentative hand wrapped around his wrist, tugging on his arm to make him look back down at the boy.

The shaking has gone down for the most part, replaced by little yawns and sniffling, tears almost all dried up. But the anxious stare in his eyes showed how much Bojan was still shaken up, still not completely out of the spiral and Nace was afraid Bojan would get dragged under again the second he was alone with his own thoughts.

“Stay?”, the younger man croaked out, clearing his throat and Nace took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment, even though he already knew he wouldn't be able to say no, not when wide doe eyes looked up at him, practically begging him for comfort.

Without thinking too much, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Bojan's forehead.

“Scoot over”, he chuckled as he kicked off his shoes and pants, sliding under the covers as soon as Bojan lifted them for him.

Once he was settled, the singer turned to face him and instinctively, Nace wrapped him up in his arms, pulling him closer and tucking him right under his arm, while Bojan put his head on Nace's chest.

“Thank you, Nacko”, Bojan mumbled into his shirt, rubbing the tip of his nose over Nace's pec, wrapping his arms around the older man and squeezing him like a life sized teddy bear. Nace felt a fond feeling spread through him as Bojan's breath slowly evened out and the younger soon fell asleep.

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Russian Elevator-Steve Harrington

A/n: All right normally I wouldn't write an episode from Stranger Things because a lot of the show is glory which makes me get very squeamish but this one is fine for me. Plus this scene is so funny to me.

-Samantha

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Your POV

All five of us were standing in front of the boxes we were debating on opening it. Well I was because it might be dangerous. I saw Steve cut into it which made me flip out. " Steve!" I whisper shouted 

He glanced my way, but just continued to open it. Inside the brown box was another box. " Guys, let's think before we open that." I stated

They all just glanced at me which made me say...

" It could be dangerous." 

All Steve did was turn the handle of the container. The container made a hissing noise. He pulled the lid off which had us looking down into it. " That's definitely not Chinese food." Steve stated 

I glanced at him before looking back down at it. Steve then placed the lid down getting ready to take one of them out. " Um, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back." He said 

Robin, Erica and I moved some steps back. " No." Dustin immediately said

" Just...step back, okay?" Steve told him pushing him some.

" No." He said 

I sighed about to pull him to me. " Dustin please come over here." 

All he did was glance at me. Steve then told him again, " Step back. Seriously, your going to stress out Y/n more." 

Dustin just kept saying...

" No! No!" 

Robin and Erica glanced my way before watching the scene unfold. Dustin then stated...

" If you die, I die." 

The both of them just had a staring contest until Steve said, " Okay." 

I felt my eyes widen. " Steve!" 

" What!" he said 

" Really" I said disappointed 

He just shrugged back, and went back to the box. He pulled out the bottle looking thing filled with green liquid. I wanted to get closer to them, but Robin put her arm up to prevent me from walking any closer. " What the hell?" Steve mumbled 

" What is that?" Robin then questioned 

Before any of us could say anything, the room suddenly moved. I started to get more anxious. " Was that just me, or did the room move?" Dustin asked

I let out a shaky breath. " Nope, that was real." 

" Booby traps." Erica whispered 

I turned to look at her. I heard a motor of some sort and then saw Robin move. " You know what? Let's just grab that and go." She told us

She then grabbed the vile green liquid and rushed to the door. I felt frozen like I couldn't move. " This is all just a bad dream." I whispered 

I saw Steve glancing at me to check up on me. Dustin was trying to open the door. " Which one do I press, Erica?" She let out a groan, " Just push the damn button, nerd." 

If I was so scared I would have said something. " Which one? I'm pressing the button, okay?" Dustin questioned again

I could feel my hands shaking knowing we were trapped with no way out. I could now feel Steve behind me which made me calm down some. " Press 'open door.'" Erica shouted 

" Guys shouting won't help." I said which didn't do anything because they kept arguing and shouting. " I'm pressing 'open door.'" 

Steve then walked over to help. " Just open the..." he started messing with the buttons. " Press the other buttons." He finished 

While he was messing with the buttons I moved closer to Robin. " Out of the way so she can push the button..." She said to the boys. Dustin and Steve started arguing which made me roll my eyes. " Just open the door!" Robin shouted 

I heard this big clang which made me nervous again. I think Steve heard it because he looked directly at me. The door slammed shut which had us all panicked. Then the lights started flickering then the room started moving, which had us all screaming. " Oh shit." Steve said, watching the room move up. I couldn't move to him because of how fast the room was moving. I just held on to the table praying it will stop soon. 

Steve's POV

All I could focus on was screaming. I glanced to see if Y/n was anywhere near me which she was. " Shit! Shit!" I heard Dustin repeating over and over again. " We're going down! We're going down!" I stated 

" Yeah, no shit, Harrington." Robin shouted 

" Thanks captain obvious." Y/n sarcastically said 

" Why don't these buttons work?!" Dustin shouted 

I heard Y/n groan which made me turn. I was relieved to fins her still standing. I then saw Erica moving to help. " Press the button!" 

Which got Dustin to shout back, " What do you think I'm doing?!" 

I then got into it as well. " Just press the button!" All I could hear was more screaming. " Push it." Erica shouted 

I then crashed right into the wall behind me. Everyone else hit the ground as well. I then felt weight crash into my side. I found Y/n's (y/h/c) hair. Before I could ask her if she was okay a box fell on top of me. "My groin, It fell on my groin." I groaned in pain and yelled...

" Dustin!" 

I heard Robin and Y/n let out a sigh. I was growing impatient. " Get this off me!" Dustin came over to help me. " I can't move." I let out a grunt and got up with the help of Y/n. 

Your POV

I saw Robin holding her head getting worried, but before I could ask she said, " Is everyone okay?" 

Before anyone could answer her, Steve shouted, " Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" He then pushed Dustin out of the way to try to get us out. Robin calmly stated, " I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work." 

I walked up to him and tried to pull him away. He then turned super fast which made me back up. " They're buttons, they have to do something." Robin then pointed out, " Yeah, if we had a keycard." 

I looked to see she was right. I let out a sigh knowing we're stuck in here. " A what?" Steve questioned, he turned again to face Robin. " It's an electronic lock." She then moved over to the door saying, " Same as the loading dock lock. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning..." 

Dustin finished, " We're stuck in here." 

I let out a groan of frustration. " Yeah." Robin answered 

Erica then stated, " Just so you nerds are aware, I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's and Tina always covers for me." She then turned to face Dustin and then back to us saying....

" But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four especially you Y/n are responsible. She's gonna hunt you down, one by one and slit your throat." 

" Erica..." I started but was interrupted by Steve saying, " I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! You're mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" I let out a sigh and put my hand gently on his arm to calm him down some. He turned his head and gave a sad smile. I just gave a small one back in return. Dustin then interrupted the tension in the room to ask...

" Hey! What if we climbed out?" pointing to the top where there was a screen. I watched Steve and Dustin climb up. I walked over to one of the walls to lean against it to wait. 

Steve's POV

I woke up to hearing Dustin. I groaned and got up from the floor and gently moved Y/n/n's head to not wake her. I climbed up to find him using his walkie talkie. " Hey, gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery." I climbed the rest of the way up when Dustin said, 

" The mall just opened." I grew confused as to how that would help. " So?" 

He then stated, " So someone could be in range." I grew a little irritated. " What do you think Petey the Mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?" I then pushed myself up to stand on the ground. " All right, why are you such, a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with your girlfriend and Robin." 

" Shh! Jesus Christ. Y/n is still sleeping, so don't wake her." 

" I heard you and Robin talking all night." he said 

I sighed, " We were trying to figure out a way to open up the door while you children were sleeping. After hours, we're still exactly nowhere, which is probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just a tad cranky." 

Your POV

I woke up to find Steve missing. I think Robin could tell I was panicking. " Steve went to go talk to Dustin." I let out a sigh of relief. I was about to go up there until Robin said, " Can you redirect your stream, please?" 

I felt a shiver go up my spine. " Gross." I mumbled

I then heard banging and when I turned I found Erica hitting the vile on something. Robin ran over with me. " Hey, hey! be careful, careful, careful!" She grabbed it out of her head and handed it to me. " We don't even know what that is." 

Erica then stated, " Exactly. It could be useful." I looked at her confused. " Useful how?" Robin questioned 

" We can survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn't get water it will die." I looked at her crazy. " I hate to break it to you..." Robin started 

I finished holding up the vile. " But this is not water." 

Erica then argued, " No, but it's a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink." I handed it to Robin before grabbing Erica's shoulders. " Listen, I'm the one watching you! And if you die in my care your mom will kill me, so you are staying away from that." 

All she did was roll her eyes. She then ripped the vile out of Robin's hands which had me wrestling it from her. Robin walked up to the door and put her ear up to it. " What!" I whisper shouted

Robin didn't answer, she just climbed up to let Steve and Dustin know. " We've got company." We all then climbed up to hide. Steve helped us all up so it was faster. Steve was watching the guys before telling us to be quiet even though we said nothing. I saw Steve getting ready to jump down to hold the elevator doors. " Let's go!" I threw Erica's backpack down which he caught. One by one we all jumped down. First was Erica. "Go, go, go, go, go, go." Steve rushed " I'm going!" I heard Erica say, " Henderson. Go, go." Robin was next then I went. The vile was about to break while Steve was pushing his way through. I moved back when the vile broke." Jesus Christ." Steve said, " Ooh!" Erica stated 

I held her back, while Robin asked..." You still wanna drink that?" Dustin then stood up to find out how long of a walk it would be. " Holy mother of God." I turned my head which made the other three see what he was fussing about. " Well..." Steve paused 

He grabbed my hand before continuing, " Hope you guys are in good shape." He tapped Dustin's chest with his other hand saying...

" Looking at you, roast beef." I then slapped Steve on the back of the head. " Really, don't be so mean to him." The rest just followed us down the long hallway. 

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It was about like two hours in and Dustin broke the silence. " I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive." 

I let out a small chuckle. " What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell." 

I agreed with him, but didn't say anything. " They're commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners." Erica stated 

Steve looked over at me confused. I just shrugged also confused. " To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking." Robin said 

Before she could continue I said, " Exactly, they probably ride golf carts or something just to get around." 

They continued talking while I started wondering about the others. " No!no!no. No, don't lump Y/n and I in with them. We're not nerds, all right?" Steve said, snapping me out of my head. " Why so sensitive, Harrington?" Robin questioned 

I followed, " Yeah, babe, it's okay to be a nerd you know." Robin then mocked him in question," Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?" 

I let out a laugh which made Steve hit my head. " No, I'm just saying I don't know jack shit about Prometheus." I looked at him confused. " Promethium. Promethium is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I'm saying is, it's probably being used to make something." Dustin told us

" Or power something." Robin questioned 

I just stayed super quiet because I didn't know what to say. 

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All of a sudden the walkie was going off. We all rushed to hear it. " It's the code." Robin stated 

" Wherever that broadcast is coming from..." Robin and I both said, " It's close." She then said, " And if there's one thing we know about that signal..." 

" It can reach the surface." Dustin stated 

I smiled and followed Robin. All of us were hiding behind a wall cause of the Russians around Steve peeked his head around to make sure it was clear. " Okay, clear, come on, let's go." I made sure the kids went in front of me so I was behind them. " Okay, that was close." Robin exclaimed 

" Too close." Dustin also exclaimed 

Steve turned for a split second and said, " Relax." He then turned back around. " All right? Relax, nobody saw..." he paused 

I got scared, " What?" I whispered 

I didn't get an answer from him because I walked out and saw a bunch of people. " Shit!" Steve exclaimed 

We all immediately ducked so we were out of the view. " You saw the comms room?" Steve asked 

I looked at them confused. " What?" " Are you sure?" Dustin asked

I saw Steve peek out which made me a little scared. He then turned to Erica confused. Robin then glanced at the both of us and said, " I'll take those odds." I asked " Are you sure?" She nodded 

Steve just let out a sigh. We all then looked at the room. Then all moved back. Steve then whispered, " All right, we're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?" Robin then said, " Okay." 

We all then moved which led me to being behind the kids again. We then leaned behind a box before taking off again. Steve turned to make sure everyone was still by him. " Shh! Move it." I nodded to him letting him know we are there. Steve then watched the door. " Let's go!" He then got up running to the door. We all made it in. I let out a sigh until I saw a guard. He started reaching for his gun which made me move in front of Erica. Robin then started saying the code to him. Steve all of a sudden yelled and tackled the guy. They then started fighting which scared me. " Dude!" Dustin said 

Steve turned to him. Dustin pointed, " You did it! You won a fight!" I just shook my head. Dustin and Erica start fighting, I was trying to break it up not noticing Robin climbing stairs. She came back down to tell us. " There's something up there." 

We all followed her to the door. Then we all crowded around the windows. I could feel Steve standing behind me which brought me some comfort. " Holy shit." Dustin said 

I glanced at him for a split second. We all then started moving until we stopped. Erica then asked, " Steve, where's your Russian friend?" 

I heard an alarm go off which made me jump into Steve. " Shit!" he said, running to the door. Some of the guards saw him which made me panic. Steve slammed it shut. We all ran until Dustin opened the wrong door. We then continued running, I thought we were trapped until Steve pushed someone to continue running. We eventually found a door and ran into the room. Steve slammed it shut. 

" Robin!" Steve asked 

I was growing more panicked knowing we all were doomed. Erica then found a vent to crawl through. I was following Dustin when I saw Steve and Robin still by the door. " Guys come on!" I shouted 

" Go! Just get out of here!" Steve shouted 

I was about to walk over, but Dustin pulled me back. " No! Just go get some help, okay?" Steve told us 

Dustin jumped down, but I stayed up not wanting to leave. Steve looked me in the eyes. " What are you doing? Y/n/n go please, baby." 

I opened my mouth to say something, but both of them screamed, " GO!" The next thing I knew was Dustin yanking me down to safety. All I could think about was Steve and Robin. 

Steve's POV

I watched Dustin slam the grate back on when I then felt my whole body get launched into the wall. I put my hands up so they knew I surrendered which made Robin do it as well. All I could think about was Y/n/n and the kids. 

Your POV

I was in the back to keep an eye on them when I heard footsteps above us. " So, when we set fire to the hub, we drew the Demodogs away so El could close the gate..." I stopped listening to what Dustin was saying because I was thinking about how Steve and Robin are doing. " Um, you need help with that?" I heard Erica ask 

I looked over to see Dustin trying to stop the fan. " No." Dustin said 

Erica then stated, " Well, I mean it's taking a while, so..." 

Dustin interrupted her. " Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." I just let out a sigh and ignored them. " And your ice cream buddies are screwed." I heard which made me whip my head back to them. " Yeah, with that attitude, they are. And don't say stuff like that in front of Y/n. You will just make her panic more than she already is." Dustin said 

I was really grateful for what he said. I gave him a small smile trying my best not to panic. " Which should take us approximately twelve-and-a-half days." Erica finished 

" What!" I shouted 

" Y/n/n, calm down please. We'll figure it out." Dustin told me 

He then started teasing Erica which made me smile. I was just watching them go back and forth. Which helped me not think about the guys very much. I then saw the fan stop. " Let's go...nerd." I let out a soft chuckle before following them. 

Steve's POV

My hands were trapped behind my back and every inch of my body was killing me. " That one strung." I said gasping for air

" Who do you work for?" He asked me

I was starting to get irritated. " For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy! Scoops Ahoy!" The other guy then threw a punch into my stomach which made me tumble forward. " What the hell?! Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?" 

I then got yet another punch to my stomach. I was gasping for a breath, when he asked... " How did you get in?" 

I was still leaning forward while saying. " I already told you." I sat up out of breath. " I told you before. MY delivery didn't come and my friends and I. We thought that it was left at the loading dock. So we went into the room and then it turned into an elevator, and then...and then we dropped and then, next thing we know, I opened my eyes, and we're in this..." I paused to look around before saying, " Wonderful facility." 

Your POV

" Dustin?' I questioned 

He paused and looked over his shoulder, " Yeah?" I let out a sigh. " Do you think they're all right?" He smiled, " Y/n, it's Steve and Robin I'm sure they're fine." 

I just nodded, not fully convinced. He then pushed the grate up and stood up to see. Erica did the same thing, which made me do the same thing. " Jackpot." Dustin told us

I smiled at them and climbed out. I saw them start running which made me go after them. " Do you even know how to drive? Maybe we should let Y/n drive." Erica asked

I raised an eyebrow watching Dustin go to the driver's side. " How hard can it be? Max did it." 

" Aw, come on." He said looking at the spot we're the keys should be. I let out a laugh while Erica stated, " You seriously thought they'd just leave keys in there?" 

Dustin just started looking for a spare key. I watched Erica walk away. " Hey! Make sure you stay in my eye range." I told her that she just waved me off, which then had me rolling my eyes. " Hey guys?" she questioned 

I looked over at her while Dustin questioned her. " Yeah." 

I walked lover to her while Dustin was still looking for the key. " How big did you say that Demogorgan was?" All I could do was stare at the huge cage. " Big. Nine feet or so, why?" I was still looking at the cage while Erica walked away and Dustin was still on a scavenger hunt for the key. 

" Found 'em." he said 

I sighed and turned around. " All right, give them here." I stated

" No" he said 

I just gave him a look. He sighed and mumbled. " You're no fun." I slapped the back of his head. I then got in the driver's seat, Dustin was then looking for Erica. I tried not to laugh when I saw her behind him. " What the hell is that?!" 

" Erica!" I shouted 

" A deadly weapon could be useful." She said 

I was about to tell her how dangerous it was when she turned it on. Dustin jumped back, which had me stop. " For what?" he questioned 

I shook my head at Dustin's question. " What do you think? Taking down commies, saving your friends plus your boyfriend." I blushed and started messing with the golf cart. " Thought you were more realistic than that, nerd." She rolled her eyes walking over to the golf cart. " We don't even know where they are, and even if we did there are a million guards up there with weapons way deadlier than that." he said 

" Dustin just get in." I said getting annoyed 

He walked over, but didn't get in, " The best thing we can do for them is to get out of here and find help." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was about to say something, but Dustin beat me to it, " Y/n/n I know you want to help them, but what would happen if you got hurt." 

I sighed and nodded. I then tried to reason with him. " What if they are in danger or worse..." He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. " Just trust me. Also move, you aren't stable right now with your hands shaking to drive." 

I didn't feel like arguing with him so I just moved to sit in between them. 

Robin's POV

I was screaming hoping someone could hear me. " Help!" I stopped screaming when I heard Steve. " Hey, would you stop yelling?" 

I let out a sigh of relief. " Steve! Oh, my God!" I took a pause due to my heavy breathing." Steve..." I leaned back to see if I could see him, but all I saw was the back of his head. " Are..Are you okay?" I was slightly praying he was just for Y/n. " My ears are ringing and I can't really breathe, my eye feel like it's about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." he mumbled 

I told him, " Well, the good news is that they're calling you a doctor." I then chuckled. I could tell he moved his head some. " Is this his place of work?" he questioned 

" I love the vibe." I just let out another chuckle " Yeah, tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?" I could tell he looked the wrong way. " No, you're right." 

I then told him, " And do you see those scissors?" " Uh huh." he said 

" Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into you lap." I explained 

He started to get what I was saying. " And I could cut the binds." 

" Yeah, and we could get out of here. And find your girlfriend and the kids." I told him " Gotcha, I miss her so much." he said 

He then started chuckling. " Those morons. They left scissors in here?" We both started getting ready to jump together. " On the count of three, we're gonna hop." I said 

" Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha." he said 

I then started counting, " One, Two, Three." We jumped in the perfect sink. " Okay, that worked." We then went again and it worked. " Holy shit, this is gonna work!" I said, " We're close." he said 

We both counted more confidently knowing we were getting out here, but we both ended up hitting the floor. I started laughing. " It's okay, It's okay. Don't cry, Robin." I heard Steve say

I just kept laughing. " Are you laughing?" 

" Yeah" I said though laughs 

" Jesus!" he mumbled 

I apologized to him. " I'm sorry" I took a quick, laughing break. " I'm so sorry. It's just I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. It's just too trippy, man." 

" We're not gonna die. We're gonna get out of here, okay? Just...you gotta let me just think for a second." he told me

Steve's POV

I was just listening to Robin explain how she knew me in school. " Do you even remember me from that class?" she asked 

I didn't know what to say so she just chuckled and continued, " Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?" 

I sighed " Yeah, I know." 

" But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you were an ass. I was still...obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular...accepted, normal. And I don't even know how Y/n can handle it all." She said 

" If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great, seriously." I explained while letting out a sigh before telling her, " It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just..." I let out a chuckle. " Bullshit. And don't be fooled. I was an asshole to her and she hated me before we started dating. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?" 

Time Jump

I heard alarms blaring which made everyone in the room turn heads. I looked back at the ground and smirked. I saw Dustin run and zap the doctor. 

" Dustin!" Y/n shouted 

I turned my head and saw her face drop, and I didn't know how to comfort her. " Hey! Henderson! That's crazy, I was just talking about you." I explained while he started getting the binds off. " Get ready to run!" he told us

Your POV

I was leading the pack while both Dustin and Erica had a grip on Steve arm Robin. " Just trust me or more like Y/n." Dustin said 

I heard Steve laughing. I opened the door to see if the coast was clear. " All clear." I told them

I took them into the theater. I let Dustin lead so I could be next to Steve. " Come on." 

We followed behind him. " You two sit." Dustin told them. I let out a quiet laugh hearing Steve complain. Dustin then shouted which made me immediately apologize to the people. " Whatever you do don't..go...anywhere." he told them 

" Fine, Dad." Steve said 

I let out a snicker with Robin. I started following the two of them when Steve grabbed my arm." Where are you going?" I turned, " Going to keep watch of Dustin and Erica." I explained 

" Aw, but I haven't seen you in hours." He pouted 

I just let out a quiet chuckle. I then leaned down to kiss the top of his head before walking in the direction the kids went. 

Dustin's POV

I sighed and said..." Okay, it's official." I paused when I saw Y/n get yanked back by Steve. I smiled to myself before saying. " I'm never having kids." Erica turned to me. " What are we doing here?" I told her, " We're laying low." 

Steve's POV

I was stuffing my mouth with popcorn trying to figure out the movie. Then Robin and I decided to leave to get a drink. 

I was drinking water while listening to Robin. She was trying to explain the movie to me. I then felt her push me, " No, no, it's my turn. You've had enough." 

I then looked up at the ceiling. It felt like it was spinning so I called out to Robin. " You gotta check this out." She came over and looked up at the ceiling with me. I then started feeling sick which made me rush to the bathroom.

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" Is it still spinning for you?" Robin questioned 

I looked up. " Holy shit. No, Do you think we puked it all up?" I said 

" Maybe, ask me something." she told me 

I let out a chuckle. " Okay, interrogate you. Sure, um..." I moved to sit up a little more. " When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?" 

" Today" 

I grew confused. " What?" 

She then explained, " When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw." 

I let out a laugh. " Oh, my god." I pinched the bridge of my nose. " Yeah, it's definitely still in her system." She just laughed while I let out a groan. " All right, my turn." I let out a sigh, " Okay hit me." I told her

" Have you ever been in love?" 

" Yep! Nancy Wheeler, but again with Y/n Y/l/n, I fell in love with Y/n I the second semester of senior year. I started realizing I want her more than Nancy. I felt like the connection was better." 

" Oh, my god, but didn't she hate you? How did that end up happening." She said 

I let out a sigh. " Yeah, she did. Honestly I don't know what changed her mind. One day she just chose to agree to go out with me." 

" What about Nancy? Are you still in love with her?" she questioned, I sighed knowing deep down I'll always love her, but not in a romantic way anymore. " No" 

" Why not?" She questioned again

" I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me." 

" I'm glad you found her. You guys seem super happy together." she told me

" Thanks, Robin." I paused because of how eerie quiet it got. 

Your POV

I was looking everywhere for them hoping they are both safe. Dustin was just watching me stress out. I turned around to say...

" Can you both please help!" Dustin walked up to me to try and help me calm down, but it only made it worse. I shrugged off his hand, I just started mumbling...

" What if something bad happened to them?" 

Erica heard and said, " Hey, don't talk like that. We'll find them." 

" Let's find them together." Dustin said 

He opened up the bathroom and shouted, " Okay, what the hell? Oh Steve you almost gave Y/n/n a heart attack." I felt myself calming down knowing they are safe. The only thing they did was laugh. We all then walked out to the open, but stopped to find a Russian guard. " Abort!" Dustin said 

We all started running, but stopped to find escalators not working. " Come on, let's go, let's go." Steve said, making us slide down it. I smiled at him before going down which got him to let out a quick smile. We were all now hiding behind a counter. I could feel myself start shaking. I saw Steve moving closer to me. He then grabbed my hand to rub comforting circles over the back of my hand. We all heard footsteps coming closer until a car horn went off. And then a huge crash happened. I didn't have the courage to move yet. 

Steve's POV

I let go of Y/n/n's hand so I could peek up over the counter to find all the guards down. I then turned my head to find the rest of the group. I was about to run over to them like everyone else, but noticed Y/n still sitting, but now covering her ears. I frowned and kneeled down and uncovered her ears. " Hey, babe. Everything is okay." 

She looked so small. " Are you sure? Are you okay?" 

I felt myself smile, " Yeah, it's safe. I'm just glad to have you back in my arms." She just wrapped her arms around me. I picked her up and stood up. I placed her gently on her feet, but still had my arms around her. " Again, I'm fine and so are you. We're together again. I won't let you out of my sight." 

She smiled up at me. " I love you." she whispered 

I was shocked at her words. " I love you." I placed a kiss on her head. " Let's head over to the group now okay." She nodded and pulled me over to them.

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Omg this as got to be my longest one yet. I really hope you guys can understand this. It was kind of fun writing this one, but at the same time so difficult. Haha, but please enjoy and let me know what you think. 

Oh and again feel free to request all you want. 

-Samantha